Brahms X Reader - Tumblr Posts
I made more! This was ment to be with the other picture I made of these two but I didn’t finish in time. I did update Clarence so he doesn’t look like a baby no more
I also got the first chapter of my Brahms x my Oc Clarence done
Pretty Boy
Brahms x reader
Brahms gets hurt badly after fighting your ex, and in the middle his mask flew off somewhere. Unconscious on the floor, you try to help him and clean the wounds
wg: Besides mentions of blood and open wounds, just fluff and Brahms being Brahms <3
It was a nasty fight, shattered glass flew over everywhere. Brahms got your ex to run away tho. For him, the fight and all the wounds were worth it. He’ll do anything for you. Due to the uncommon amount of effort he did and wounds he gain, he pass out right then and there. His mask was out, somewhere on the floor.
“Brahms…” You whispered. He didn’t respond. Your eyes went through every wound he had, until they reached his uncovered face. You could tell that at least a %50 of his face was burnt. Not that you cared tho, you still wouldn’t leave him for that.
With much, much effort you lift him to the bed, so you could treat his wounds better. His chest rising up slowly, a sign he was still breathing. You gathered everything you could reach to disinfect the bloody cuts. You were lucky enough the Heelshires had everything you could need in case something like this happens. You managed to get some pads, bandages and alcohol. You wet the little pads with alcohol and brush them against the fresh wounds, sounds of pain and visible discomfort could be heard from Brahms. You felt terrible, but you needed to disinfect.
“I know…I know Brahms.” You reassured. Whenever you brush the pads against his wounds you would move your hand in a certain way so the could blow some air in attempt to lessen the sting.
A few minutes later you managed to bandage all of his wounds. He was still asleep. He seemed so peacefully you didn’t wanna disturb him. You sat down on the bed next to him and caressed his messy brown hair, admiring his features. You took your right hand and placed it on his burnt side.
Who cares if he’s burnt? You thought to yourself.
You didn’t know how ir when you stared whispering things to his sleeping form.
“You know, I like your hair Brahms.” You didn’t know if he could hear you or not, but honestly, you didn’t care.
“And your eyes…your eyes are special.” You continued. You kept complimenting his body and face, and all the things he did for you, and keeping you safe.
“Thanks…for what you did for me today. But I don’t want you to do it again, it’s far too dangerous. And I love you too much for you to bleed out on me.” This was the first time you tell him you love him. Eventually you fell asleep on his side, you being the big spoon. You liked the body difference, but with this guy, being the big spoon was a little bit uncomfortable. Suddenly you woke up when your arms reached to hug him but didn’t find a body to hug.
“Brahms?…” You called for him. You didn’t found him next to you on the bed, instead his was sitting on the edge of it. “Brahms?”
“You know, I didn’t want you to see my face…eventually i would take my mask off. Once there was enough trust between us. That was the original plan…” He explained.
“Oh…Brahms…I really don’t mi-” You were interrupted by him.
“I-I didn’t want to show you my face, I don’t want to scare you away…please, your everything I have left.” You notice his voice cracking and sobbing when he told you this.
“I wasn’t going to leave you Brahms…I would have never…” Now, you sitting next to him, you give him little palms on his back.
“Thanks…for patching me up.”
“You’re welcome, Brahmsy.” You said smiling. “Hey…look at me, look at me.” With one hand you tilted his head so he was facing you.
“I love you. You heard me?” You looked at him straight into his eyes.
“I love you too.” He replied.
You whipped the tears from his cheeks with your sweater’s sleeve and then proceeded to kiss his burnt cheek. You’re melted when you saw he blushed.
“Aww…that’s so sweet.” You remarked.
“I swear to god if you tell any-” This time you interrupted.
“Yeah…yeah…”
“I-i, if-…okay, you win.” He said at last.
Once you were at the room, he caressed the exactly part of your lips that touched his cheek, and blushed again.
Well, this short fic was due that people voted for a Brahms fic 😊 hope you liked it, and again sorry for any misspelling mistakes, English it’s not my mother language.
See you around!
The title of your work "pretty boy" reminded me of beautiful boy the song, imagine a hurt/comfort where brahms is reminded of his traumas and how his face was distorted into something people are consistently afraid of but m/gn reader comforts him and calls him his beautiful boy while big spooning brahms and carding your fingers thru his hair.
Aaaa 😭 the title actually I got inspirated from the song, but this is so cute, I feel the urge to right it ❤️ sorry it took me a couple of days to answer 🥹
Beautiful Boy
WG: Hurt/confort, angst
Brahms couldn’t stop watching himself on the dusty old mirror he had on his made up bedroom in the walls. It’s like the furniture was calling for him. Big and a little bit redish his scar was showing, and that’s what he couldn’t stop seeing. He hated it so very much, that he wishes he could just tore that part of his face apart. His other side of his face was okay, could be kissed and touched, and somewhere deep down inside of him, perturbed him as well. Cause, who would find him attractive with a face like his? Who would want to kiss him? Or even see him without his mask? It tore him apart every time he thinks about it.
No one is gonna ever love me like this…
Of course he was wrong, cause you came along and to his surprise you stayed. Not only cause you wanted to, but because you found Brahms fairly attractive. At first he thought you were lying that you were saying such nice things to calm him down and to keep him in line, but you weren’t. A burning scar wasn’t gonna stop you from loving this man. Everything about him caught your attention and you were interested enough to spend time with him.
You caught him in the act of watching himself. Touching his ‘bad side’ with one of his hands, you could swear you heard him sobbing.
“What’s wrong Brahms?” You asked politely.
“Oh..i-it’s nothing sweetheart.” He stated, trying to cover the mirror. But it was too late for that, you already saw him staring into it.
“Come on Brahms, what is it?” You insist, knowing that eventually he would give in and tell you.
“It’s just that…I guess I can’t really believe that actually somebody wants me, having my face like-” You didn’t let him finish when you finish the sentence for him.
“Like what? Burnt?" You asked.
"Yes…" This poor young man, you thought. You were always assurring him that you love him no matter what. Even so, it seems he still didn’t quite believe you did.
It’s not like you mind reminding him that you care deeply for him. After all it was true. What started as days became weeks, and then months and you no longer could tell how many time you spent with him already. But you were not leaving, not any time sooner.
“I love you Brahms, just the way you are. I wouldn’t change anything about you.” You approach him and hold his face in your hands, your left thumb caressing his burnt side tenderly. He looked at you as saying ‘you mean it?’
“I mean it babe…” You smiled down at him, he hold you close to him and hugged you. His face resting against your bellybutton.
“I love you sweetheart, very deeply.” He said.
“Me too, Brahms.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and pet it.
It was already late and the bed time stroke as always. You took Brahms to his bed and kiss him goodnight as always, and proceeded to lay down next to him, big spooning him to sleep.
“You’re my beautiful, beautiful boy, Brahms…” You whispered to him while carding your fingers thru his hair, soothing every doubt he could have about his appearance away.
"Greta? Come back..." Brahms Heelshire - The Boy.
Slashers meeting their Chubby/Plus size S/O
A/n:Oh weh 😭, this drabble was in my queue, and I hella forgot about it! Hope you like this one tho!
Requests are still open if you want to do some requests, or if you want to ask me stuff it doesn't matter! (This is a long drabble, so it took so much of my energy and brain power making/editing this 😭. I was going to add more characters, but it was going to be too much for me to handle to write..)
Characters: Hannibal & Will, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire.
TW:Kidnapping, possessive, obsession, swearing, and mild blood and gore
(Tell me if I missed any warnings!)
LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!♥️
Dividers made by @/cafekitsune
Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:
You've heard about the Chesapeake Ripper and his spouse around Baltimore, Maryland.
You are in your little bakery, serving your usual customers what they want. Loving the wholesome it brings for customers, the lighting is perfect for your customers. All the decorations, etc.
Which made your little bakery popular around the small town you're living in! Your pastries are warm and flaky when it's out of the oven the second it's done, and the way you make your pastries home made too!
Now Hannibal and Will have heard about your bakery from Jack and his wife, saying that your pastries taste so good, instead of those other ones they visited.
They both walked into your bakery and looked around and how gorgeous and homey it feels. They walked to the front of your counter, looking around since you weren't there in the front. Will looked down at a sign that said 'If I'm not here I'm mostly in my kitchen batching more pastries! Ring me if you need anything!'
So Will decided to press your little bell, and there you are coming out of your kitchen, with your pastries all warm and fresh out of the oven ready to be served. You then put up a finger for 'one moment' and placed your pastries in their right place.
You walked to your counter and asked what they wanted. See the pastries that you brought out that were hot and fresh, was one of Hannibal's favorite pastry/dessert. Hannibal ordered a danish for him as for Will he wanted whatever Hannibal is having.
You then nodded and asked if they wanted to stay here or if it's to go. Hannibal answered before Will did, which was stay. You smiled and nodded your head and went to get plates for two danishes. You placed the danishes on both plates and walked to your counter again, and said your price. Hannibal paid for it and said his thanks, and you smiled and said "thank you for coming."
Hannibal and Will both sat down and bit into your homemade danish, it was so soft, warm, and flaky. They couldn't help but start saying 'mmm's' because of your homemade danish.
After that day when they went there, they came to your bakery almost everyday! Now these two are your usual customers, which you didn't mind because you loved serving them your homemade pastries! Also you've been trying out new ones and they've been there to try your new ones too!
It's been like this for 3 whole months, until one faithful day those two were revealed as the rippers of Baltimore. It broke your heart and your trust for them, and let's just say you've been telling them about yourself and a lot of things..
That's why the FBI is in your bakery asking you questions about Hannibal and Will, but really they didn't tell you what they do, except they're in the FBI. That's all you answered for them.
Jack, the head of the FBI team wanted to ask you some other questions, like when they visited, what they do, etc. You also answered those questions. Jack then nodded his head and sighed, "My team and I will be back here tomorrow if anything happens," and so they all left.
You then closed your shop for the day, went upstairs to go shower and change into your night wear for the night. Footsteps were heard upstairs.. you brought the nearest thing to you, it was your umbrella, ready to hit someone whoever was up there. You went upstairs and saw that your bedroom was open, you knew that a person was in there so you went to your bathroom, closed and locked it.
You dialed Jack's phone number, since you hated the police for being lazy idiots and not finding criminals these days, while it was dialing you heard footsteps again and it made your heart beat faster. 'Cmon, c'mon, please answer Jack.' you thought to yourself.
Will came out of your shower and held you down on your bathroom floor, the door to your bathroom also opened somehow by Hannibal. Will then covered your mouth with his own hand.
"It's okay, it will be okay my love.. Hannibal and I will take care of you.." Will said.
Then, Hannibal had a needle injection in his hand, and poke it through your arm. Drowsiness is all you see and you blacked out and fell limp on Will's arms.
Thomas Hewitt:
You and your friends have been planning to go to Texas for a summer road trip! Currently all of you are in the jeep blasting music in hot Texas. Until your friend that was driving stopped at a gas station, "Imma do a quick stretch and you guys get some snacks for the way, in case you guys get hungry." Your driver friend said.
You needed some snacks for yourself, so you walked into the little gas station, while some of your friends did a little bit of stretching. You walked in the gas station and looked around to see what they were selling. Luckily, this gas station was selling snacks, so you had to walk over there and get some for you and your friends.
Apparently, sometimes you kinda do this, and it's by not really looking around your surroundings. So, you end up faceplanting into a hard chest. You immediately apologized, and looked up to see a man wearing a leather face mask.
You stared into his dark brown eyes, and thought how beautiful they were. As for Thomas, he doesn't know what to do, instead he stood there and looked into your eyes. While you guys are lost in each other's eyes, Luda came around the counter wondering why did you and thomas stood still, so she spoke up. "Is everything alright you two?"
You jumped at the question and looked at the lady, "Sorry, I was just apologizing to him because I didn't look where I was going." You said. Luda then looked at Thomas, and Thomas nodded his head telling her that you were telling the truth.
Your friends walked in and saw a looking scary burly man right beside you. "(Y/n) get away from that thing!" That pulled you away from the woman's attention and to your friends, "What are you talking about?" Your friends pointed at the so-called "thing" behind you.
So you turned around seeing the "thing" which was Thomas, "You mean him? He hasn't done anything wrong with me. In fact he looks like he wouldn't even hurt a fly." Thomas was a little shocked at your answer, he has hurt many people in his life because of what they call him. Even Luda was surprised about your answer too!
Luda looked at Thomas, and nodded that they were going to keep you, but they are going to make your friends as meat.. As you and your friends got the snacks you all needed, your friends still had weird vibes off of Thomas. The way he would stare down at all of you, and how his eyes are watching every single movement you guys did...
Your friend had driven off as fast as they could, because of your other friends telling them what had happened. While on the road, the wheel in the front happened to be popped, so you're all stuck in the middle of nowhere in the hot sun of Texas.. your friends started arguing with each other about car.
While your friends are arguing, in the distance is a man, a man that has a chainsaw in his hands and it's revving.. "Hey guys.. should we be worried about him..?" You pointed at the man that was from the gas station from before. Your friends then got worried about him, "Maybe we should run away, because that chainsaw he is holding is on.." one of your friends said. They all agreed on what they said, now for Thomas he was ready to kill all of your friends, except for you though. Thomas is now on the run towards your group, and your friends have already fled without you. So you were the last to run away into the cornfield.
Running isn't something that you are very good at, in fact it's just something that you hate doing. Your legs are on fire, same as your feet, screams could be heard from almost everywhere in the cornfield. After escaping from the large cornfield, you have found a barn and of course you had to hide inside.
When you have gone inside the barn, you had to lie down since the running made you breathe heavily and unsteadily. After a few deep breaths, the door burst opened, and lord behold Thomas Hewitt is now inside the barn.. Thomas started pushing and knocking things over, and you were scared. You were hoping that he wouldn't find you under the stairs.
Their barn is a two story barn, but the upstairs is just for looking down at the farm animals. Thomas paused by the stairs where you were hiding, and revved up his chainsaw and started revving the stairs, and you screamed. You then tried to get out of the stairs and you saw the man throw his chainsaw on the other side of where he is.
He then grabbed you by both your ankles, and a squeak sound came out of you. You then got knocked out by Thomas's hand.. yes his hand. Apparently Thomas used his hand and slapped it onto your forehead, which somehow knocked you out..
Thomas didn't care about that right now, he then stared at you and thought how you would probably be a great mother. Well, that's because if you have wide hips, it's great for holding children on your hips while doing stuff around the house. (Thomas heard about that from his mama, so kudos to her, loll.) He then carried you to the house for you to become a Hewitt, a Mrs. Hewitt..
Brahms Heelshire
You took the job as a babysitter, but what you are babysitting is a boy doll..? The Heelshire's have explained what your job will be doing as Brahms' sitter, also the grocery boy that'll be dropping off groceries. So off they went when they waved you their farewell, while waving goodbye as soon as the car was no longer in your view, you closed the door.
You looked around the mansion and then at 'Brahms,' "Okay Brahms, let's see what's the first thing that's on the list!" The first thing on the list was to feed Brahms. So off you went with Brahms on your hips, and going to the dining room. Here's a thing, the mansion was huge so it was confusing to go where the dining room was. "Now where the heck is your guy's dining room..?"
The real Brahms behind the wall that was looking at you, found it quite funny. You turn your head left and right and decide to go left down the hall to see if the dining room was there. While walking down the hall, you couldn't help but feel someone's eyes were on you. Chills crawled to your arms, your spine, and literally everywhere. You shivered, "Sorry, I must feel really cold in this mansion." You chuckled a little after your sentence.
As you went into the dining room, you cooked up something that was on Brahms' list of food that he likes. So, for lunch it was grilled cheese with tomato soup! You then started to get the stuff from the cupboards to make the soup. You then placed the items down on the counter and started, after the soup was done and now is boiling on the stove, next is the grilled cheese! You got the things for the grilled cheese and started grilling, after all the boiling and grilling it was now ready!
You are so proud of yourself for making delicious tomato soups and grilled cheeses! "I'm so proud of myself, it looks so good that I already want to take a big bite!" You then turned around where you put Brahms, and carried him to his seating place and placed down the food for him. You then sat across from him, but you still had that feeling someone was still watching you. You also thought that eating in front of a doll is kinda weird, "Sorry Brahms, I kind of feel uncomfortable so I'm going to eat in the next room beside you, okay?" You grabbed your plate and patted gently on Brahms' head and headed to the other room.
As you sat down, you started eating your food. It tasted so good, that you could taste the saltiness and the tomatoes, as for the grilled cheese it was delicious! The cheese pull was a fun thing that you liked to do before eating it. After eating your food, you felt full from your sandwich(es), and went to check up on Brahms. When you walked into the dining room, Brahms also ate all his food, but it was also weird how the whole plate was empty. Well that doesn't matter either way, what matters is that you both are full from lunch.
"Hi Brahms, I hope you liked the tomato soup with grilled cheese I made!" You smiled at Brahms, and collected his dish that he ate on, and turned on the water and started washing the dishes. Once that was done and dried off, you look to the side where there was still more tomato soup and grilled cheese, 'I guess I made a lot of grilled cheese' you remembered that Mrs. Heelshire told you that they don't waste food, instead they just put it in the refrigerator for later, and take it out and warm up and just eat it.
You then looked around at the drawers to see if you could find their tin foil. Luckily you did, you then started foiling the left over tomato soup and grilled cheeses. You then placed the tin foiled food into the fridge, and carried Brahms again. "Alright let's see what's next on this list, shall we?" As you look through the list, it was time to play some music! You went on to find where their music room is, as you are trying to find the music room, your phone started ringing. "Hm? I wonder who it is.." you looked at the callers name and it was your best friend, so you immediately answered.
-"Hello?"
-"Y/N!"
-"What's wrong?"
-"Your ex knows where you are!"
That paused what you were doing, you then started panicking and talked to your best friend on the phone, you then asked questions who told him where you are and when he was coming, etc. Brahms was staring at the little peephole of the hallway you were in. Clenching his fists since your phone was on speaker mode, so he heard the word "ex."
As you were panicking and talking to your best friend on the phone, Brahms could hear someone pulling up the driveway, he knew it wasn't the grocery boy. In fact it was your "ex," so he then started walking away from you. Your ex was here, banging on the door, more like trying to break down the door to get to you. As he was breaking down the door you ran with the doll Brahms to where the big mirror is and tried to find a hiding spot before he gets in.
Unfortunately he already got in, and he is right behind you, screaming your name to come back. You then went in front of the mirror and tried to back up from him. He came closer and closer and took Brahms away from you.
-"Ha! What's this, is this the "boy" you have to babysit?"
Your ex swung the doll a little, taunting you..
-"STOP! Please don't do that! That's the only thing the Heelshire's have that's left of their son!"
The look on your ex's face showed that he didn't give a damn.
-"I knew you were such a greedy fat bitch tryna get money! You even had that opportunity to try and escape from my grasp, just to go far away from me.."
He looked at the doll holding it tightly within his grasp.
-"Please don't do that! Or else-"
-"Or else what (Y/n)?! You know what, I don't give a fuck about your job or this little creepy ass doll.."
-"Wait!"
Your ex didn't listen, and decided to smash the doll. Brahms' head was shattered into tiny pieces.. You looked at your ex, tears forming in your eyes from what's now left of the doll.
Suddenly, the mirror right beside you two, shattered out of nowhere. Both you and your ex covered, and looked back at the mirror hearing a little boy's voice come out of the hole of the mirror..
-"(Y/N)..?"
You heard your own name thinking it was the little boy like the doll, but it wasn't a little boy. The so-called 'little boy' came out to be a full grown man. The man called your name again, menacingly. As for your ex, he tried to flee but Brahms ran after him with the mirror glass in his hand. Your ex didn't make it out of the room where you all were, he immediately got killed from Brahms. You watched as your ex got killed by Brahms, and you looked at him, and you tried to run away. Which Brahms caught you once you tried to run, Brahms held up a cloth to you, which smelled horrible and he covered both your mouth and nose. You tried to fight back, but it was no use since the horrible smell made you lose consciousness and passed out on Brahms arms.
Your ears were ringing, but you swear you did hear Brahms say..
"I'm going to keep you forever, and ever (Y/n).. Mine forever..."
So I saw your " Slashers w/ a S/O that looses consciousness throughout the day " post and I was wondering if you could maybe make another one with more Slashers? You don't have to if you don't want to
Ask and you shall receive😌
(Sorry it's not that good, I'm sick☹️)
Slashers w/ a S/O that looses consciousness throughout the day II
Yautja
You're cuddling, enjoying each others presence, when he feels your head slump on his shoulder. He thought you fell asleep, but when he tried to wake you up again, you didn't react.
He shakes you, not too harshly but enough to make you wake up. At least he thought you would.
Worried for your well being, he brings you to the ooman doctor, who tells him that you just fainted. He, of course, gets even more worried and wants to help you in every way possible.
After a while, you wake up in the bed you shared with your lover. As soon as you sat up, said lover tackled you into a hug, knocking the air out of your lungs. He purrs, gliding his mouth-things (srry idk what they're called:)) along your cheeks.
Happily he showed you a box with everything he collected, to help you with your fainting problems.
The box was full with water bottles, pillows, a fan and much more.
He purred happily when you hugged him again, thanking him.
Hannibal Lecter
He knows about your fainting problem, he experienced it with some patients of his.
When you fainted while he was reading a book, he was able to put his hand on your forehead so you wouldn't hit the table.
He laid you down, letting your head rest on his lap.
After a while you wake up again, Hannibal helps you sit up. Ha asks how you feel, if you are in any pain.
You tell him you're fine, and he gives you a warm smile and a kiss on your cheek.
He offers you some tea and something to eat, and you happily accepts, he always makes sure that you're healthy and safe.
Will Graham
Just like Hannibal, he knows about your little problem. So, when you fall over, his dogs are quick to bark for him to help.
He rushes over, making sure you're not hurt.
Will laid you on his couch, putting a blanket over you before heading to the kitchen to prepare a glass of water for you.
His dogs stay around the couch, making sure that no one disturbs you in your sleep.
At the time you woke up, Will was by your side, handing you the glass of water.
His dogs are also happy that you're back to conciousness, they start to lick your hands, barking happily.
Brahms Heelshire
He hears the thump through the walls, wondering what heavy thing you might have dropped.
The hairy male made it to the location where the loud noise came from.
As soon as he saw you laying there, he quickly made his way over to you. He noticed the bloody wound on your forehead.
Slightly panicking, he brought you to your bedroom, laying you on your bed.
He got a wet cloth, wiping the blood on your forehead away.
Patiently, he waited by your side for you to wake up again. Eventually, you did.
Brahms was immediately crushing the life out of you with a tight hug. Even after all the times you fainted, he did get worried for you. He always loved to see your eyes when you woke up again.
saw your depictions on brahms and i love them !! Was wondering about brahms with a reader who talks to themself out loud a lot? like the most weirdest thoughts just running from their mouth : " just remembered that the ocean is probably filled with buckets of whale sperm -- oh, wonder what to cook for dinner 🤭 " or smth like that. thank you and take your time 💐
Ask and you shall receive.
Brahms with a reader who talks with/to themself
At first he thinks you're talking to someone in the mansion, which did throw him off because he never heard anyone enter through the old door. He sneaks to your location, and checks who might be with you through a peephole he made in the wall.
When he sees that there's no one there, he wonders what you were even talking about. So he decides to get closer.
You were talking about weird things like whale sperm? People saying "heads up" when you should duck? What?????
The moment you turn around, he's right there making you jump out of your skin. He tilts his head slightly at your reaction. After you scold him for scaring the life out of you, you ask him what he needs.
"You were talking, I thought someone was here."
"Oh, no. I just talk to myself rather often."
That answer made Brahms think. He never heard you talking to yourself before, even though you've already been taking care living with him for quite a while.
A few weeks later he has already listened to a few of your self talks he also thinks about the stuff you say.
"If you start counting from zero your lips won't touch until you reach 1 million."
What?? Maybe he actually tried it. Maybe he didn't. You will never know.
"Taking off your glasses to focus on thinking is the human version of lowering graphics to increase speed."
You shouldn't have said that, now he will annoy you for the next few days.
If you have glasses, he'll ask you a stupid/hard question just to see you take off your glasses and see you submit to his either stupid/heart question.
"If someone else has an awkward moment, I'll forget about it almost immediately. But if I have an awkward moment, I think about it constantly for years."
Okay, this one has a rather cuddly or naughty outcome.
Either he'll make sure that you only think about him by cuddling with you, talking to you etc.
Or he'll bring you to the bedroom, and make you think of something completely else.
Brahms Heelshire
AN: Brahms is here!!
Warnings: major character death, violence, Brahms being insane and his usual toxic self, swearing
"What do you think you're doing?"
His voice was alarmed, panicked, as if he saw you holding a knife instead of a pair of pants. Brahms had that kind of thing where he'd worry about the tiniest things. A word that wasn't pronounced like he was used to, food that didn't taste like usual, mistakes that broke the routine. It made him uneasy, and scared.
You were standing in front of the bed, trying to decide what clothes to wear. The satin sheets were littered with varying clothing articles arranged close to each other to determine which colors matched.
"The new girl who brings the groceries invited me into town to show me around in case she can't go shopping for us. I thought I'd go, you know-", you gestured towards him, "in case there's an emergency."
Brahms was quiet for a few seconds, still observing you while nervously grasping the edge of the door.
He didn't want you to go. Not at all. You wouldn't come back if he let you go.
"I don't want you to go.", he mentioned his worries quietly, voice dropping deeper, now that he knew he had to stop you. It sent shivers down your body, the way his childish voice faded. As if a switch inside him just clicked.
"I know, Brahms, but I think it's for the best.", you smiled at him sweetly, finally deciding what clothes to wear, "And it'll be just for one evening."
Brahms felt anxiety rise in the pit of his stomach like bile. No. You couldn't go. He didn't want you to. His parents went away too, and they never came back.
"I don't want you to go.", this time it was louder, more rushed, more panicked. Brahms knuckles had turned white from holding onto the door frame.
"Brahms,", you sighed quietly, swiftly putting on your pants, "I know this seems scary to you, but it'll be fine."
The way you kept insisting that you'd go made him swallow harshly. Even just the idea of having to stay here alone, knowing you'd leave him, made him feel sick and hopeless inside. His stomach churned.
No, he wouldn't let you leave.
"I'm not scared,", Brahms shook his head vehemently, making the dark brown locks dance in front of his face, "I just don't want you to go."
You rolled your eyes at him, swiftly putting the clothes back into your dresser. Did he always have to be such a child? You understood the whole trauma, commitment issue thing, but god, it was annoying sometimes. He was a grown man after all, he should be able to stay alone for a few hours.
"Brahms, I will go.", you stated with a curt nod in his direction, "It's just one evening, I'm sure you'll survive."
Another eye roll from you accompanied the statement. This conversation was not what you wanted before leaving the house, even if a small part of you knew you'd had to face this the second you accepted the offer.
Something clicked inside the man in front of you at the sight of you being so careless about all of this. Did you even care about his feelings in this whole situation? You loved him, didn't you? Then why be so cold about all of this? Maybe you wanted to leave him, you wanted to be with someone else, betray him, and everything he felt for you. Jealousy seeped into hos system, clouding his thoughts.
"I said no.", he yelled, moving in front of you, blocking the door with his body.
He was huge as he loomed over you, and even though you trusted him with your life, you flinched back a little, intimidated by his size. He was breathing heavily, chest heaving while hot air hit you through the holes of his mask.
"Brahms.", every bit of warmth had left your voice, and you pressed your hands against your hips, sending a cold stare to the man in front of you. You had enough.
But the brunette just kept breathing heavily, never once breaking eye contact. His gaze would've scared you if he didn't behave so childishly. Just like always.
The two of you kept looking at each other, eyes fighting a war one could never express with words. Just as Brahms was about to give in, ready to cling to you if that meant you staying, the deafening ringing of the doorbell echoed through the large, empty house.
Both of your heads snapped towards the big entrance door, temporarily forgetting about the tension in the room beforehand. You sent one glance back to Brahms, and before he could react, pushed yourself through the gap between him and the door, leaving him behind. What a mistake.
Brahms stared at his hands for a few seconds, in disbelief, before his eyes followed your form marching down the stairs.
His vision turned red with rage. How could you. How did you dare.
With his stare never once leaving you, he started steering towards you. It felt like his sight was restricted, the only thing he perceived a tunnel vision and at the end of it, you.
And you came closer and closer as he followed you, your body now nearly in reach.
Like in a trance, the brunette noticed his heartbeat throbbing in his ears, as well with a sharp, piercing beeping that made his skin tingle.
One of his hands got a hold of your arm, and with a strength he didn't look like he possessed, he pulled you back against him.
You wouldn't leave. You'd never, ever leave. He'd make sure of it, even if it meant he'd have to chain you to the bed.
You, however, grew furious as soon as you felt his skin on yours and with one sharp push, you shoved the man away from you and against the banister. Brahms yelped as his spine hit the sharp edge of the wood, but right now, you couldn't care less.
"Touch me again, and I'll leave and never-", your voice was dripping pure venom, eyes shooting ice-cold daggers at the man in front of you, "-ever come back."
That was the final straw, the final statement.
With a grunt and a loud, final "No!", Brahms forced you away from him. His strong arms pushed you back as he stepped forward, locks sticking to the sweat on his neck.
He saw you fall as if someone froze time. The way your foot missed the step, the way your eyes widened as you stumbled backwards, arms fishing around the air, searching, hoping, for something that could catch your fall. Your pretty mouth opened in a scream, you tried to grab the wooden railing next to you but failed as your body flew back without you having any control.
A loud, sickening crack filled the open lobby like a gunshot, and then it was silent. Dead silent. Brahms noticed that the doorbell stopped. The bitch must've realized that no one was coming.
Brahms took a deep breath, swallowing blood he didn't know he had in his mouth as he glanced down the staircase. He didn't see nor hear you. Anxiety filled his brain, earlier rage swept away as if he'd forgotten about it.
"...Y/n?", he whispered, voice suddenly small and high-pitched again, filled with fear. He didn't mean it, he didn't mean it, oh lord, he didn't mean it. He hoped you wouldn't be angry.
"Y/n? I'm sorry.", Brahms took a few small steps down the stairs, hands gripping the railing as if he'd fall when he'd let go. A few more steps, and he saw your leg behind one of the banisters, unmoving.
A few more steps and your torso came into view pressed into the carpet of the staircase.
"Y/n...?", Brahms didn't know why he was talking so quietly. He didn't know what was going on at all. He just wanted you to stay with him and now- he swallowed harshly.
A few more steps and he saw it. Your head had hit the floor on your fall down, breaking your neck on impact. Blood pooled around the skull, face sickly twisted and contorted as your skin had moved to give space to your moving bones. Dead, cold eyes stared up at him, lidded and filled with... fear.
The masked man moved closer, slowly and quietly, as he looked down at you. A few seconds later and he was kneeling on the ground, gently reaching out to touch your cheek. It was warm but felt weird, like a doll, like dough. It scared him, even if he didn't know why.
"Y/n...", the killer softly petted your cheek smearing a bit of blood over your skin during the process, "M'sorry. Just didn't want you to leave."
His voice was small and scared, like a child apologizing for eating too much candy, or breaking Mother's favorite vase.
Brahms anxiously waited for an answer. When he didn't get one, he stood up, slowly moving backwards. What was he going to do now?
"I'll wait upstairs, okay?"
No answer.
"I am sorry, Y/n.", the corners of his mouth pulled down like a giant, exaggerated pout. He looked a child. A child stuck in the body of a grown man.
Brahms slowly made his way upstairs, softly trudging over the carpet.
It was still deathly silent in the lobby, the only noise came from the big clock, ticking away in the corner.
As soon as Brahms reached the end of the stairs, he looked down one more time, hoping to see your face follow him, your sweet voice call out for him, but nothing moved.
Sighing, he made his way to his room, hoping that even though this time, he'd made a grave mistake, you'd still forgive him. After all, you loved him, right?
AN: I love the idea of Brahms not understanding death and "falling back" into his childish self because of it. I thought it fits well. I'd love to hear your opinions though.
Slashers/monsters: exists
All of us:
DAY SIX • WHOLESOME SEX (ft. brahms heelshire)
tw: gn!reader, sucky characterisation probably cause I was on my phone while watching the movies, belly bulge, inexperienced Brahms, technically you’re on top of him idk, no protection :(
“Brahms, hun…” you sighed, tapping his shoulder for the nth time that hour. “You’ve got to let me get up.”
It’d been like this for a while. He asked you to lay with him for ten minutes and didn’t let you go for an hour, almost two. This wouldn’t be much of a problem if you weren’t busy, but as his… well, nanny, as he called you, you had to make him dinner, else you’d both starve to death.
…
Maybe not to death.
But you still needed to eat!
“Five more minutes?” He begged, his faux voice soft in your ear. “Please?”
“It’s been almost two hours, baby,” you stroked his hair gently, “what’s up with you today? Is something wrong?”
He let out a breath, nuzzling into your chest comfortably. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure? You don’t get like this often,” you noted, looking down at him with concern. “Don’t lie to me, Brahms.”
He didn’t reply for a moment, shifting a little in your arms, until you felt it. The thick, hard piece of flesh pressing against your thigh from underneath his pants.
“Oh.”
You found yourself speechless for a moment, contemplating on what to do with him now. On one hand, you had no problem helping him, on the other, you knew he enjoyed solving things on his own, at his own pace.
“Do you need help with it, love?”
Surprisingly, he was quick to agree, nodding almost eagerly after a short pause to process. He seemed to get excited at the idea of more than just a good night kiss for once.
He didn’t flinch like he did before, when you were both still getting used to each other, now happily receiving your slow, deliberate touches along his lower body. He was still nervous, as always, but didn’t hesitate so much, even going as far as pressing himself to you or guiding your hand to where he wanted you.
Actually, once you started to stroke him with the intention of getting him off, he stopped you.
“No,” he breathed out heavily, “want you,” he insisted stubbornly.
You froze in place, eyes flicking up to him. “Are you sure, Brahms? You don’t have to push—”
“Yes,” he reached for your thighs, “please?”
Well how could you refuse now?
“Sit up then, let me show you,” you instructed, gently untangling yourself from him to straddle his lap properly.
After a bit of preparation, you were able to warm yourself up enough to stretch yourself over the head of his cock. Despite trying to stay calm for him, you couldn’t help but let out a soft groan, burying your face in his neck.
“You okay?” You checked up on him through clenched teeth. “God, love, you’re big…”
He nodded, inhaling deeply. “Y—yes. Feels good.”
“I’m gonna…” you exhaled, feeling him sink further into you. “I’m gonna start to move, alright?”
With his confirmation, you lowered yourself on him completely. You could swear you saw a bulge in your abdomen as you did, but you didn’t have much time to stare as his hips began to twitch, moving almost automatically to meet yours.
You could feel his hot breath on your throat, teeth latching onto the delicate skin as he pumped in and out erratically, muttering jumbled compliments under his breath.
Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch, and you couldn’t help but curse to yourself as you moved with him, lifting off and coming back down in the same, irregular movements.
“Are you close, love?” You mumbled hazily, looking down at him through your fluttering lashes.
He whimpered in response, nodding quickly as he pistoned in and out of you even faster, desperate.
“Fuck, Brahms, wait—”
You cried out as you felt your muscles tense, pleasure rippling through your body in thrumming waves. He didn’t stop though, not until he came undone as well, mewls of ‘I love you’ falling past his lips until he was gasping for breath and there was a warmth spreading inside your tummy.
With one last exhale, he deflated against you, hiding his face in your chest, scruffy beard tickling your collar.
“Thank you. I love you, (#).”
“Love you too, Brahms.”
Would you be able to write if {Michael, Brahms, and Thomas} found out their s/o had a breeding kink.
Breeding kink
With Michael, Brahms, Thomas
Michael
He honestly doesn't know what to do with this information but he will save it for later.
One night you were particularly stubborn and the easiest way for Michael to coax you into doing what he wants is to abuse your poor little entrance. You know he hasn't touched you for weeks and him just teasing you with just his tip probing at the entrance that awaits his full length, fluttering and welcoming him with open arms but he doesn't give in.
"M-michael please.. " you tried to beg for him to just fuck you, insert his full length into you despite him not wearing a condom right now. "Please Michael I'll do whatever the fuck you ask me just fuck me outta my misery.. " you said frustrated already, you know despite his mask, he's smirking underneath. Without a warning, he shoved his whole cock inside making you yelp and ease up around his length. He hooked your legs onto his shoulders and started fucking. His balls slapping your ass and you can hear it making lewd noises. On how rough he was being you can't help but feel your orgasm coming. You grasp whatever words you have left in your cock drunk brain and said "cum in me! Get me fucking pregnant!! " you screamed. Now, he's curious. You want his seed? You want your tummy full of his babies, your breasts swollen with milk? He's not too sure about this but hell you were such a good girl for him right now looking all needy and disheveled, maybe just this once he will fuck you full of his seed.
Brahms
The fact that he was spying on you watching porn and your fingers melting into your very Nectar. He has to know what you were watching so he can replace those damn fingers with his cock. So while you were asleep he swiped your phone and in the safety of his walls he played the video he saw.
He couldn't take off his eyes on that pussy being abused and edged by this guy's long shaft. The video was about to end until the guy pulled out a mix of their cum oozing out of her cunt onto the bed as she shivered from all the orgasm she had. You were watching this while your fingers were desperately trying to make you cum like the needy slut that you are? He didn't want you to suffer when all you needed was his cock and his buckets of cum in you.
After he persuaded you to do it with him he's already in you with no foreplay whatsoever rubbing your clit so roughly while snapping his hips with yours. "Ugh.. All mine Mine!! " he said going faster just burying you on the bed, ass up. He slapped your ass until it was red making you yelp while you felt his cock ramming itself in and out. You had no energy to tell him to slow down but gosh it felt so good when he's this rough! "Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant!! " he chanted while rearranging your insides. Gosh how many orgasms have you had and how many loads does he need to fill you with until he's satisfied?
Thomas
He couldn't help but imagine how your legs wraps around his waist pulling him closer to you while he ruts your very hole. He couldn't help but notice how unresponsive you were after 2-3 rounds and he just couldn't get his mind off on how his meaty cock was a bit visible on your cute tummy while he fucked you up.
He didn't understand what a breeding kink was until you blurted out that he should cum inside you that day.
In the morning while you and his family were having breakfast, Luda Mae asked if you two were gonna have children soon since you couldn't even be separated from Thomas. You choked on your water then looked at Thomas who was already blushing but nodded that he indeed plans to have children with you sooner or later but until you get married to him.
One particular night after that you couldn't take it anymore. He kept cumming outside and on you! He was so careful not to get you pregnant until marriage. "T-thomas please.. Just cum in me! Please I can't wait till marriage I'm already yours!! " you blurted out. He stopped for a moment but then picked up the pace as he rutted into you fucking your g-spot over and over again as he groans in agreement. Mixing your juices and his pre-cum so deliciously and night after night he kept fucking you full of his loads and every time after that you felt satisfied even after you conclude that you were indeed pregnant now.
Here's our Cottagecore wall boi🌻💛<333
Made smth yesterday! Journalled after such a long time though☠☠
So I'm thinking of making fan fictions, I didn't get the books of certain characters just not to make canon accurate writing!!!
So I'm taking request now 👀🫦👀
Who I'm writing for:
Eddie Munson,
Billy Hargrove,
Robin Buckley,
Steve Harrington,
Chrissy Cunningham
(I think that's all the Stranger Things I wanna write, but you can always ask for others I'm up to all☝️🙂↕️)
Oh oh what else
A lot of slasher and the actors characters such as:
Billy Loomis (Scream 1)
Stu Macher (Scream 1)
Joey (Abigail)
Sam Charpenter (Scream 5/6)
Ethan Landry (Scream 5/6)
Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream 5/6)
Tara Charpenter (Scream 5/6)
Cairo Sweet (Millers Girl)
Wednesday Addams (obviously duh)
Vada Cavell (the fallout)
Micheal Myers (Halloween)
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE (THE BOY, ID GO INSANE FOR THIS MAN FR, rooaf RRRAF wait he don't like dogs)
Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)
Tiffany Ray (Chucky)
Charles Lee Ray (known as Chucky btw)
More Characters are coming cause I can't remember all the ones I want to write about.
(Ask me about a character you really wanna read about, I might actually watch the movie/series etc or smth to get an idea! I'm open to completely new characters so don't worry about asking for a twilight character or smth)
Brahms always has a soft spot in my heart
Brahms x Gender Neutral Reader - Will You Stay With Me?
A lil something I wanted to write after seeing a prompt on this site where the OP wondered what would have happened if Brahms showed himself by accident because he was so sick (if you know the post, pls tag the OP cause I can’t seem to find it,
title from the song Jordy Chandra - Will You Stay With Me ?
Hope you enjoy!
You have been babysitting Brahms the Doll for around three months now. Of course, in the beginning it was strange to treat the doll like a human child, but the sad eyes of the Heelshires pulled at your heart strings. Not wanting to take advantage of the grieving couple, you swore to treat Brahms like your own.
It was a rough start admittedly, with his cold dead eyes creeping you out. You didn’t really try very hard to stick to the schedule the Heelshires left for you, but when your things started going missing and the doll started moving on its own, you began to suspect that maybe you weren’t alone in the house.
The temperature dropped significantly in the winter months, and due to not being allowed to light the fireplace, the entire manor was freezing. Luckily you packed some warmer clothes since you knew the UK got very cold in the winter. There weren’t any issues with plumbing or anything thankfully, but you did spend most of your time wrapped in as many layers as you possibly could.
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Let me love this man!!
Give me danger
Brahms Heelshire x Male S/O
Tw: not really, if you really read into it's kinda suggestive but not that much
Reader is horny for danger tbh it's me, it's you, it's the slasher community
1205 words
Your job was anything besides normal, but you couldn’t care less. You always liked the unusual, the creepy.
You even had a little collection of weird-looking dolls, so being the nanny of a little porcelain boy wasn’t hard for you.
You were drowning in debts, so when that old couple gave you the job you were grateful more than anything. You knew well that people had different coping mechanisms, especially with a tragedy like that, so you didn’t ask anything else.
Yeah, you thought that hiring a male nanny after several female ones was kind of strange but again, humans are complicated.
You find yourself very comfortable in that old house, it was a beautiful property, full of books and a lot bigger than every apartment you once lived in. It had a beautiful aesthetic where you often found yourself lost in, pretending you were the main carácter in an old goth novel.
Until the noises appeared. You lived in insecure places, full of crime and danger since you were a baby, so your parents had taught you to be always on your guard, paying attention to your surroundings and aware of any danger in there. Since you had embraced the role of the second male in the house, protecting your mother, you had become rather paranoid with noises.
And even if that house was old, it was full of out-of-place noises.
When the voice of the Little boy started to talk to you, you had sighed, relieved of dealing with a ghost, one rather sad than vengeful. Your parents always told you that it was worst to deal with live people.
Even you had liked your little chats. He was very curious about your life. Your likes, dislikes, and hobbies.
You liked to write so whenever you had the chance, you write some tale for him and that made him very happy.
The company of a ghost was weird but warm at the same time. He always tried to be complimented by you and telling him that he had been a good boy was rather adorable.
That, until you had been out for a long long time, gathering things that Malcolm couldn’t bring to the house.
When you came home that day, Brahms had trowed a tantrum in your bedroom, and when you tried to talk to him and listen to his angry arguments, you knew that that voice wasn’t the voice of a child and that your missing clothes were another sign of a rather adult person with iffy tendencies.
There was no ghost at all.
Of course, you could have run, you could have escaped from that unnerving situation but somehow you found yourself fond of Brahms, child or not.
The history itself of his sad ending made it difficult to think about leaving. You had a fear of loneliness, so you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.
—I’m so sorry Brahms, I didn’t want to upset you, I just forgot —you said, trying to apologize, talking to the walls where you know he had been hiding all along.
—That wasn’t nice— he said in that child-like tone. Now it made you quite uncomfortable, but you wanted to hear him regardless.
—I know and I’m sorry. I just thought that you wouldn’t mind and well, I thought that you would see me even in the supermarket. Ghosts know how to be everywhere — you pushed, trying to get a reaction from him.
—I’m not a ghost Y/N— Brahm’s voice was beginning to break from his childish form, turning into his real mature form. He wasn’t angry anymore…right?
—I don’t know what you are, Brahmsie, I have never seen you — you were kinda nervous, but you wanted to see him. You didn’t think he would want to kill you, if that were the case, you had been already dead.
—You want to see me? — he asked with his soft, childish tone.
—Yes, we know each other, no? You have seen me every day but I just know your voice — Brahms didn’t answer quickly, you heard his footsteps for the first time, he wanted you to hear them. And then, something in the library.
You walk there, slow and cautious until you saw his tall frame in a corner f the room.
—So, you are the original Brahms—you tried to sound chill and composed but the fact that you had been living with a man for those months, one that used that weird doll mask inside the walls, made you realize that you were, in fact, in the dangerous wolf pack since day one.
The man whispered a yes while walking slowly towards you.
Your parent’s words punched your brain with guilt. You really could have died.
But somehow you were alive…why?
—Why I’m here, Brahms? — you asked letting him touch your hand. His skin was warm, with dust and other ashy textures from the construction materials of the walls. His figure was rather attractive and you punched yourself internally for thinking like that. You didn’t know the intentions of this man and you were there, admiring his black curls and strong demeanor.
—They said you were mine. Mom and dad. That you were mine and you’ll take care of me — the way he said mine made you shiver but you didn’t try to put distance between his hand and yours. They told you that they had a lot of candidates, but Brahms had chosen you. It was something that he didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t know how you’ll react but he choose a male as his nanny out of curiosity. Female ones haven’t worked well so far but then he saw you, with your smirk, your stubble, and your bushy eyebrows. So tough and strong…and he really really liked you in that way that made him embarrassed and hot.
You thought it was more of his parents choosing you, because as a man, even one of the shorter side like you, was strong enough to take care of the house, not only of Brahms the doll.
But now…
You didn’t know what to do or say. You weren’t captive, not yet at least. You know how weird this situation was, how dangerous and still…you wanted to stay. And you didn’t like the reason behind it.
He was kinda sweaty and the smell of that sweat made your feet steady on the floor. It was the adrenaline, the danger, the creepy situation that made you eager to stay in the house.
You knew he could be dangerous and that made you shiver with anticipation. You hated yourself for that.
—I’ll take good care of you, Brahms…I promise — you said taking a chance to caress his curls sweetly. He whined like a puppy and got closer to you.
At this point, you were more afraid of yourself, of that dark zone in your mind and heart that made you stay.
When Brahms put his hands on your back and tried to give you an awkward hug, you welcomed that dark part in yourself, with a hand in his curls and the other in his waist, you cherished the thought of more contact between the two of you.
Even so, you were eager for more.
REQUESTS
my requests are open anon and non anon
i will write nsfw content for 18+
i’ll write for ANY SLASHER
but i’ll also wrote for non slashers just ask i’ll do them all 🙃
i also do character mood boards x zodiacs and stuff
Hi!! Do you have something for thigh riding for the slashers?! If not could you do Jason, Michael, Bubba, Brahms and whoever else you want! :) thank you!!
first time doing thigh riding e v e r and like okay s o i apologize if u h8
THIGH RIDING FOR THE STABBY MEN
NSFW
Jason
I always feel like Jasons asexual but I GOT U
He grabbed you by the hips with his large hands and pulled you into his lap. You gasped at the pressure he was putting into your waist with his firm grip. You looked down at the masked man sitting in the wooden chair in front of you and placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. You wanted this more than he did, but he was always willing to negotiate for you. He placed one unsteady hand at your heat, you were wearing lace panties and a short summer dress. You could feel the cold temperature of his skin through the very thin fabric of your panties as he tried to carefully rub circles into your clit through them. You bucked your hips into his grip smoothly and placed one of your smaller hands onto his cock through his thick pants. Flustered, he removed his hand from you and gripped at your hips, digging into them. You moaned, and placed yourself on his thick thigh feeling the rough fabric against your warm cunt. Your moans earned you a low grunt from the tall man beneath your grip. You ground your hips back and forth, feeling his cock throb through his pants, in your hand. “Mm, Jason baby. You’re so big.” You moan as you slowly ride his lap as he digs his hands deeper into your hips, surely leaving bruises you’d admire later on. Moans escaping your lips as you pushed your cunt against him faster with every grunt your tall boy gave you. You could feel it in your stomach as your head snapped back and your legs twitched and you screamed his name as you reached your high, riding it out against him. Collapsing against his heavy, heaving chest he released the grasp on your waist and held your face in his hands pressing his mask to your cheek.
Bubba
This sweet, tall, big boy would do anything to make you happy. You were pouty and frustrated all day and he kept trying to come up with ways to cheer you up. Little did he know you were just sexually frustrated. But, being stubborn you wouldn’t relay that information to him. He laid on the bed next to you flustered, and a little irritated. Bubba pulled you into his body, making you roll over. He peered into your eyes with his large pleading ones, melting your entire existence. You sighed and went to kiss his cheek, but instead he attached his lips to yours, in his last attempt to cheer you up. You sighed and smiled into his plump lips. He took that as a sign to try and please you in the quickest way possible. He pulled you on top of him placing your legs on either side of one of his own thick legs. He held you firmly at the wrist placing his other hand on your cheek. You looked down at the man beneath you, kissing him roughly, and getting heated with every deep breath he took. You were grinding your body against his feeling yourself inching closer to the edge as his large hands tangled themselves in your hair. He pulled hard at the nape of your neck causing you to let out a loud moan and you felt a little burn in the pit of your stomach as your head snapped forward and your clit throbbed against the fabric of your jeans and you came undone with his hands grasping at your breasts. You smiled and kissed him, laying flat against his chest.
Michael
This would only be used as a form of foreplay for Michael. What he wants, he gets. Michael wasn’t around much lately. Busy, you supposed. You turned the hot water off in the shower and stepped out into the steam filled bathroom, the cold tile pressed against the souls of your feet gave you chills. You reached through the fog and snatched your towel from the sink and ruffled it through your hair before wrapping it around your wet body. You pulled the bathroom door open to reveal your bedroom and the masked man sitting on your bed,hands on his legs. Waiting. You leaned against the door frame and cocked your head to the side. He mimicked you. You knew why he was here, he’s always here for the same thing in the fall. Stress relief. You bit your lip and started toward him slowly. He patted one of his thighs lightly. Your eyes met with his, almost as if asking for permission. You knew how he liked to be in control at all times. He moved his hand, silently giving you his answer. You gripped his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself as you straddled his thigh. He gripped your wrist on his shoulder, firmly and bounced his leg a few times, “Fuck, Michael.” You groaned, feeling your bare skin against the rough fabric of his jumpsuit. You jerked forward, and his hands went for your towel, ripping it away from your body leaving you exposed. Your nipples were already erect from the cold air after your shower which drove him even crazier. His large hands gripped your breasts and you threw your head back, bucking your hips into him again slowly and repeatedly. Probably too slow for his liking, He gripped your hips hard, surely leaving bruises by morning. He held you in his grip firmly, bouncing his leg again but more violently this time, moving you with his own arms faster and harder into him. You grew closer to the edge, and you gripped his shoulders tight, letting out a loud shaky moan. You screamed , “Fuck Michael!” and is you crumbled and rode out your orgasm you fell into his chest gripping it tight. You whispered, “Thank yo-” You felt him quickly and roughly lift you off of him, dropping you onto the bed. He hovered over you, you knew he’d want more. He always does.
Brahms
Brahms, a switch if there ever was one.
You and Brahms were playing a game of hide and seek to pass the time. You were it, and having a hell of a time finding him. You heard a light childish giggle from what you knew was the other side of the wall. “Brahms, we said no cheating!” You called out to him. There was shuffling inside the wall and then you turned around to find him standing behind you,”I did not cheat, (y/n).” He spoke in his soft childish voice. “Brahms, were you in the walls?” You questioned crossing your arms over each other. The tall man looked down, “Yes, (y/n).” He answered. “Right, and that’s cheating.” You spoke sternly. He took fast, large strides toward you, as he got closer he backed you into the wall behind you. You placed a hand on his chest. “(y/n), I cheated.” He huffed, his breath flowing through the mask brushing over your hair as he towered over you. “So, you’re it then. You cheated. Those are the rules, Brahms.” You told him in a strong, strict tone. He shuffled to count and you hid in the closet in your room. You heard him walk passed you so you took that as an opportunity to run to a new spot. You were blindsided midway down the hall, by Brahms tackling you. You went straight to the floor his large hands keeping your head from hitting the wood. “I found you, I win.” He spoke. “Brahms, you aren’t supposed to tackle me. And you cheated before.” You told him. Brahms, being the brat he was huffed like a child and flipped you guys over so you were straddling his lap, instead. You reached up slowly, not wanting to startle the man under you. You gripped the bottom of the mask and lifted it slightly, just above his mouth, so you could attach your lips to his. He gripped your hips softly to adjust you slightly, so you were straddling mostly one thigh. The dress you had on, hiking up even farther, exposing the white lace panties you were wearing. They were one of the only pairs you had left. Brahms raked his hands up your thighs and up your dress and up to the skin of your sides. You let out a shaky breath grinding your hips down onto his thigh. His hands gripped you firmly under you dress causing you to repeat the action of bucking your hips. You moaned into his lips and he pulled you in closer. You gripped his hands from over your dress, steadying yourself with your weight on his arms as he played with your breasts. You let your hands fall to the floor and his hands clawed down to your hips holding you harshly on top of him. A low growl left his mouth as your hand slid up over his cock and up to his sternum as you quickly reached your high, feeling your cunt throb against the fabric of his jeans. “(y/n).” His normally childlike voice replaced with a low raspy one, saying your name made you fall apart on top of him. You collapsed completely on top of him. He flipped you two over so he hovered over you. “I want a reward too.” He spoke.
Listen-holy fuck I had this image in my head for MONTHS, I never had the motivation or time for it (and I'm kinda insecure about drawing any kind of interaction between 2 people) but now?? OHOHOHOOOO BOI, now I got a fucking reason to do it. I will keep it in my mind and hopefully can upload it next week :)
Brahms imagine #44
Imagine you were trying to run from our boi but you get stucked in a death end at the mansion, he traps you but instead of choking you with his hands he chokes you with his chest (le tits) by pressing ur face against his tits and the wall.
Can somebody draw this?
You CANNOT tell me Brahms wouldn't love a lolita s/o. Like this bitch would probably get the finest jewelry (that he stole from his mom) and the most silky fabrics for them. He would be really into the high tea party's and would help decorate the table. Only the finest of dishes are allowed to be used for that purpose, and if anyone who gets their grabby hands on the fine plates, teacups ect Brahms would throw the biggest temper tantrum and straight up steal their hands (if it his s/o, he tut's them and tells them with a soft, playful but also mocking voice that the dishes and table cloth is ONLY ment for the tea party's).
Brahms would also incorporate the tea party's into his regular schedule.
He would watch his s/o get dressed and also suggested a few themes or styles they should do (is favorite's are: hime, sweet, aristocrat and classic, but guro and ero also is something he wouldn't say no to).
The look his partner rocks is just breathtaking for him and if his s/o decides one day to do a doll theme, he sweard that the moment he saw them, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.