#brahms my beloved

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers when you succumb to Stockholm syndrome

So @slasherhaven wrote for this idea before but I wanted to write for it too. I didn't really reference their head canons too much just to make sure that I'm not copying them but I did get the idea from them. These are in the form of little drabbles because I liked them better than head canons

Includes: The Grabber, Brahms Heelshire, Pyramid Head and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Manipulation, kidnapped reader, Stockholm syndrome

The Grabber

When he opens the basement door he finds you asleep, like he planned to find you. He's been watching you sleep since you first came here a month ago. He carefully shuts the door and makes his way over to the floor by the bed. He watches your chest move up and down as you sleep. A few minutes later he sees your eyes open. But instead of screaming or moving away from him, you smile. Catching him off guard.

"You came to check on me?" You whisper to him. It takes a few moments before he nods, "I'm glad you care about me. I like that." Slowly he realizes what's happening with you, a smile spread across his masked face.

"Of course I care about you dove. I took you because I care about you. I'm glad you know that I care." He moves in closer to you and strokes your hair out of your face. You shut your eyes again and drift back to sleep. He knows you don't really love him, but that doesn't matter. You think you love him, and you won't be leaving anytime soon.

Brahms Heelshire

When Brahms wakes up to your voice he's scared at first. Quickly sitting up in his bed.

"Good morning Brahms," You say with a smile on your face, "I hope you're ready to start your day." He's caught off guard by the shift in your attitude. He had to drag you everywhere with him just a few days ago. But now, two months into knowing the real Brahms, you're actually following the schedule. He can't see any signs of you crying either. He thinks that you've finally accepted life here with him.

"I am Y/n. I'm glad to see you finally happy."

"Of course Brahms. Now let's get changed then we can eat." He nods getting out of bed while you pull out his new clothes. He could get very used to this.

Pyramid Head

After having to leave to deal with some intruders Pyramid Head returns to the building that he's kept you in for a few months now. When he walks in he notices you're still not fighting him like you were before. He unties your hands from a radiator that he keeps you attached to while he's gone and you don't try to run away from him.

He steps away from you to see if you'll try to run then but you don't.

"I'm not going to leave you," You say to him, "You're keeping me safe and alive and I don't want to ruin that. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso, "I promise I won't leave."

Pyramid head is very confused about this but he doesn't question you on it. He simply puts his arms lightly around you too and hugs you back. He doesn't care why you changed like this all of the sudden, he just cares that you're finally trusting him.

Bo Sinclair

It's been months since you first came to Ambrose. You gave up on fighting Bo awhile ago and now you're locked inside the house while he's gone. But when he came home today he found you cooking dinner for him in the kitchen.

"Darlin'?" He asks. You used to tell him not to call you that and you never responded to it but today you turn and look at him with a smile.

"Hi Bo. I thought I would make dinner for you since you're so busy today, I hope you don't mind."

"Not t'all Y/n," He has an idea of what's going on with you but he doesn't want to really say its Stockholm syndrome yet. But when he puts his hands on your hips while standing behind you, and you hum out approval, he knows you're in Stockholm syndrome, but he doesn't care. You're finally accepting your new life here, and that's all he's ever wanted.

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[buggwrites]

Please don't leave.

Brahms Heelshire x afab!reader

Warnings:

There will be adult topics and smut, so 18+ ONLY please

Summary:

You find that ever since you had been working for the Heelshires in babysitting their "son", there has been a secret admirer of yours watching from the walls. A very... Special... Someone. You begin to come to terms with it after a bit, and even start to feel sympathy for the silly wall man, warming up to him over a very quick greeting while trying to go on a grocery run.

Your pov:

I woke up in my usual bed of the large Heelshire manor, groggy like always. My eyes flickered open as I glance over at the blaring alarm clock, moving my fingers to push the "off" button of the small device. I sit up on the plush bed, stretching out my muscles. I stare off into space for a moment, still trying to wake up. I let out a grunt before flipping the covers off of me. I knew the schedule. Get up, get dressed, wake Brahms up, and so on. I stumble sleepily over to my small dresser, yoinking out some clothing for myself. I cradle the clothing in one of my arms, shutting the drawers one by one with my empty hand.

I throw my clothing onto the ground, beginning to undress myself. I get the eerie feeling I'm being watched, but I brush it off as my imagination playing with me. I've felt that same feeling of being watched since a few weeks ago, when I got here to take care of a doll named Brahms. Sure, it was an odd job, but considering what I'm being paid it wasn't that big of a deal. Once finished slipping the cloth off my body, I nab at the new clothes piled up by my feet, redressing myself. I take my old clothing, walking over to the hamper and throwing it inside then making my way out of the room and towards the doll's.

Once I arrive at the room that looked like the one of a child's, I walk over to the bed placed against one of the walls, picking up the doll in my hands, grinning a bit. "Good morning Brahms !" I chirp, looking into the glass eyes of the doll as they stare right back into mine. I place the doll back on the bed only for a moment to grab his new clothes, taking off his old ones and redressing him gingerly. Once done, I place his old clothes in his small hamper to wash later, picking up Brahms to go make him breakfast.

Once we get to the kitchen, I place him in his respective chair, grabbing some eggs and bacon from the fridge, placing them by the stove before I slide some bread into the toaster. I hum as I get to cooking, eggs and bacon sizzling on the pan. I flip the eggs flawlessly, then do the same to the bacon except with a spatula this time. I finish cooking, the toast popping up at the same time I finish up my task, and I hold the pan up, sliding the eggs and bacon onto a plate, rushing to the sink to wash off the pan, the metal sizzling under the cold water I pour over it.

I walk back over to the food I just made, pulling the newly made toast out of the toaster, spreading some butter on it and placing it on a seperate plate. I place the plate with eggs and bacon in front of Brahms, smiling at him happily before sitting in a chair close to his, placing the toast in front of me. I pick up a piece of toast, bringing it up to my mouth, closing my eyes softly as I hum quietly to myself. I finish quickly, excusing myself from the table. "I'm gonna be right back, okay Brahmsy ?" I smile gingerly at the doll before taking my plate, washing it in the sink and walking off to the bathroom to give Brahms some time alone.

I walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I reach for my hairbrush, combing it through my hair as I stare into the mirror, ridding my head of tangles and knots. Once I finish, I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, squishing some of the fluoride mixture onto the bristles and placing the brush under rushing water for a moment before beginning to brush my teeth. Once I finish, I spit out the toothpaste into the sink, washing out my mouth with the same rushing tap-water. I spit the rest of the water out into the sink, turning off the water and placing my toothbrush back in its holder, tostling around with my hair and smiling at my reflection.

I walk back out of the bathroom, and just as he usually does, he ate all his food while I was out of the room. I smile warmly as I pat the small doll's head. "Good boy, Brahms !!" I praise him softly, my eyes tender and loving. I pick up the plates placed in front of the doll, taking them over to the sink and washing it off before walking back over to Brahms. I take him kindly into my arms, sauntering over to the study room, placing him upright in his chair as I sit in the one opposite of him after grabbing a book off of the shelves, flipping open the pages to where we're last time.

Time Skip

It was now lunch, and I was getting Brahms ready to eat once more, putting him back into his chair to wait for me to make him something quick to eat. I check the fridge, groaning a bit as I realize that we were out of fruit. Malcom wasn't supposed to get here until Wednesday, and I needed to give Brahms his lunch. I knew we were almost out of bread as well, so I look at Brahms with an awkward grin. "Brahms, we're out of fruit and bread. I have to go shopping, okay ? I'll be back in less than 2 hours, I promise. Be a good boy and wait for me, okay ?" I hear a slight rumble from inside the wall, cocking my head at it for only a moment before shrugging it off as the house settling. I begin making my way to the door after I grab my bag, but I'm stopped by two large arms wrapping around my waist and holding me tight.

"Don't leave Brahms..." I hear a quiet voice whisper, meek and trembling. I let out a shaky breath, whipping my body around to look at who had grabbed me. I stare at a very tall masked man wearing a green cardigan and an off white tanktop with suspenders holding up deep brown pants that crumpled up around his old shoes. He stared down at me needily, his large hand still attached to my arm, his dark brown curls disheveled and messy. Then his eyes, the only part of his face that wasn't covered by his doll mask which was the most concerning piece of his outfit. His eyes glistened in the light, and he continued to stare into my eyes with his true green ones.

"Wh-Who are you...?" I whimper, gazing into his gorgeous eyes, his staring right back into mine. "Brahms," he cooed in a childlike voice. I could plainly tell it wasn't his real one, but he might be using this child one to cope with something. I swallow. Hard. I didn't know how to get out of here without the chance of being hurt, seeing how quick and muscular he had looked and acted. How long had he been spying on me for ? What had he seen me do. So many questions rang through my mind, but it was all silenced by the main question;

"Brahms, have you been watching me ?" I ask quietly, his grip on my arm becoming harder. He only silently nods, staring down at the ground for a moment. Then I realize... "Are you the little boy that the doll replaced ?" I look at him gingerly, tilting my head to the side. He nods once more, bringing his eyes to look up at me this time, and I could see the look of hurt ridden in his eyes. I let out a hum in response, looking down at the ground to process this all. "How long has it been since you've been out here and able to take care of yourself? like cooking and bathing ?" My voice is still in a coo, speaking softly and clearly to him. He shook his head this time, staring down once more. "Don't remember..." I could tell he was honest with his words, and I nod slightly.

I bite my lip for a moment to think, pasuing in my thought before speaking once again. "How about we take a bath first, hmm ?" I smile at him warmly, and he nods softly, his pretty eyes gazing back into mine. I take his hand off my arm, instead holding it in mine. I could tell he hadn't been touched like this in a long time and it was much needed. I let out a faint sigh, my smile still warm and kind. I walk to a nearby closet which thankfully had a few clean towels piled up. I took 2 just in case before I lead him to the bathroom, putting him in the room before remembering he'd need new clothes, letting go of his hand and about to go out of the room. Before I can make my escape out into the rest of the house, my hand is almost yanked back as he looks at me tentatively. "Are you leaving me ?" He speaks lowly, in his real voice this time. I turn to look at him once more. "I'm just gonna find some clothes for you, Brahms. can you wait here for me ? I'm not leaving,"

He doesn't seem convinced. His grip only tightens around my fragile wrist, and I slightly try to wiggle free. "Don't leave Brahms... Get clothes after..." His child-like voice comes back, his English accent prevalent as he speaks softly. I grunt before turning my body around, letting out a sigh. "Alright then, after. Now can you get undressed for me, Brahms ?" I speak lowly and softly, careful with my words.

"No," he retaliates. I give him a confused glance. "Do it for Brahms..." He speaks once more, and I'm fully taken aback, my face flushing red at the thought of undressing this man-child. I clear my throat, staring into his eyes. "Please Brahms. Be a good boy and do it yourself, hmm ?" I beg, hoping he'd do as I asked with a soft smile across my face. But of course he does the exact opposite. "No. Brahms is already a good boy. Do it for Brahms. Please...?" His final plea at the end makes me bite my bottom lip and think for a moment. I sigh reluctantly, reaching my hands out to him.

I tug off his green cardigan, it falling off his arms and to the floor. I gawked at how big his muscles were. How did this dude work out to get this big ?? I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind as I push the suspenders off his shoulders, fidgeting with his shirt a bit, hesitant and red-faced. I look at Brahms; "Are you sure you can't do this alone, Brahms ?" I speak softly and slowly for him and responds quickly after, nodding his head as he spoke. "Yes. Do it for Brahms..." His eyes were fixated on mine, and I only let put a huff in response.

"Arms up, then," I talk once more, still soft and caring with my tone. He lifts his arms straight up for me. He was being really obedient. It was nice, seeing how well this worked for me. Maybe taking care of the real Brahms would make this stay more exiting and easy. I hesitate for a moment, my fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt. I gather up my courage, then lifting his shirt over him as best I could. He had to bend over just a bit for me to get it the rest of the way off, and I blushed slightly at the gesture.

Once I got the tanktop off, I throw it to the side on the ground. I look down at his pants, knowing my body physically wouldn't let me take them off. I plead Brahms, but he doesn't budge. "If you don't, then you won't get a goodnight kiss, Brahms, " I speak quietly, and he perks up at the punishment I promise him. He pouts, whining a bit. But it seems that the thought of no goodnight kiss was enough to push him over, and he slips his pants and boxers down, kicking them and his shoes off. I try not to look down, but failing as I grab a single glance. My mouth drops open before clearing my throat and bringing my eyes to look back up into his.

"Are we leaving the mask on, Brahms ?" He nods quickly, and I hum in response. "Alright then. Bath or shower ?" I cock my head at him, and he thinks for a moment, I could see the thought process running in his head. I just stare at his distracted eyes. "Shower. With Brahms," My jaw drops farther than it did before. A shower. With a man I just met. My face flushes a deep red, and I get lost in thought for a moment before clearing my throat. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a bubble bath ?" The offer seems tempting to him as he thinks once more before talking again.

"No. Shower with Brahms," he repeats, just staring into my eyes tentatively. I nod, staring at the ground for just a moment. "Are you sure you're sure ?" He nods in response to my question, and I let out a long sigh, fidgeting with my fingers. "You need to have your clothes off to shower with Brahms..." I perk up at his claim, my face getting even redder if that's possible. He suddenly reaches his hands out to me, tugging at my shirt, trying to pull it up. I yip at the sudden action, pulling away from his grabby hands. This man clearly didn't know what manners were, considering how long he's probably been cooped up in this house with no outside contact.

I realize there was no getting out of here alive if I didn't do as asked. I slowly and hesitantly slipped my shirt and pants off, putting them to the side, leaving me in just a bra and underwear. His eyes weren't as polite as mine, wandering over my body, careful to look at every inch of me. "Those too. They're in the way," Brahms states, pointing at my undergarments. I blush at the thought of being completely naked in front of some dude I just met.

"Brahms, are you sure you can't just shower alone ?" I ask, silently hoping he'd say he could be independent. But he doesn't. "No. You're supposed to shower with Brahms," I sigh reluctantly, wrapping my hands towards the back of my body, unclipping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I tug my underwear down my legs now, kicking it off my feet. As I stand back up, Brahms's eyes are wide and wandering over me silently, and he reaches out a hand to touch my body. But before he could touch me, I grab his wrist, pushing him away.

"No touching, Brahms," I speak clearly and sternly, and he whines at me. "And no whining. Get into the shower, Brahms," I guide him into the shower, standing by his side. I close the curtain around us, then turn on the water, letting it flow down on the both of us. I grab the shampoo, squirting some in my hand before placing the bottle down again. I motion for Brahms to move his head down, and he does as I order.

I scrub the soapy mixture into his hair, making sure none gets past his mask. He grumbles softly as I scratch his scalp, closing his eyes softly. I smile gingerly before grabbing the moveable shower head, using it to get rid of the soap from his hair, putting a hand by his hairline to make sure no soapy water rushes down his face. Once I'm finished getting the shampoo out, I put the shower head back in its holder, grabbing the conditioner and putting some in my hand.

I scrub the mixture into his hair again, humming quietly to myself. His hair was naturally very soft, and his kind gaze made me smile slightly. Suddenly, as I'm about to wash out the conditioner from his hair, I feel a set of hands place themselves on my hips. I look into Brahms's eyes, my own slightly wide.

"What are you doing ?" I ask sternly, my eyes peering into his. He whines, his green eyes staring back into mine. They were very pretty, his eyes. I could get lost in them. But I didn't. I take his hands off my hips, instead grabbing the shower head again, rinsing the mixture out of his hair again. "Now, do you think you could wash your body for me ?" He shook his head vigorously, grunting softly. I sigh, grabbing a nearby loofah in my hands as well as a bottle of body soap.

I poured the soap into the small collection of ribbony fabric, beginning to scrub the soap around his body. I hesitate at a few places, moving onto something else before finishing washing him. I grab the shower head one last time, rinsing off his body and making sure to get the soap off him. I sigh, putting the shower head back in its place, turning off the water soon after. I open up the shower curtain, reaching for one of the towels I got, bringing it over to Brahms. I slowly scrunch his hair in the soft fabric of the towel, humming softly before bringing the towel down to his body, getting rid of the water.

Once he was almost completely dry, I put the towel on the floor, picking up the other towel and using it to dry myself off. Once I finish drying off my own body, I wrap the towel around myself, picking up the old clothing in my arms. I am about to leave the room when my hand is grabbed. "Are you leaving me ?" Brahms asked, staring at me, a twinge of fear ridden in his eyes at the thought of me just leaving him. I knew I couldn't leave him, especially not now. I shake my head, a kind smile sprawled across my face.

"No, Brahms. I'm just grabbing you some new clothes to wear until these old ones are washed, okay ? I pinky promise I'm not leaving you," he sighed at my answer, his head hanging low as he pulls his hand away from my wrist, nodding a little. "Okay..." I was proud he was putting his trust in me, and I smiled kindly at him. "Thank you Brahms. You're such a good boy for me right now," He perks up at my praise, his eyes sparkling a bit.

I walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me as I leave. I head off to the washing room, throwing both towels and our old clothes into the machine, pouring soap in and turning it on. I walk back to my room, opening the door and looking for clothes for myself. I slip on a cute outfit, grinning softly as I glance at myself in the mirror. I then remember exactly why I was in here; for Brahms's new clothes. I grunt, realizing he probably didn't have another outfit and I would have to improvise. I reach into one of my drawers, pulling out a very oversized longsleeve shirt I like to wear to bed, at least a 5XL in mens, a pair of large sweatpants, and socks. I then also remembered I had no change of underwear for him, and I frowned, sighing a bit.

I stare off into space for a moment before collecting myself and bringing myself back to the bathroom. I knock on the door before opening it, looking at the man who had patiently waited for me. "Hey, I got you some new clothes. I didn't know where you kept your clothes, so you can borrow mine until we get you some new ones," he seemed happy at that information, grunting a bit. "Do you want me to get you dressed as well ?" I ask quietly, and he nodded at my question, softly and silently. I put the new clothes on the counter, grabbing them one by one, slipping them on him gently so that I didn't hurt him in any way. They fit him well, except the shirt was bigger on him than I expected. The sleeves fell just past his fingers and the base of the fabric went past his torso, the fabric hanging loosely past his hips. The sweats fit baggily along his legs. He pushed his socked feet into his shoes last, the one part of his outfit he did alone.

Once he was done, he stood back up, looming over me as he stared down at me. I grinned at him, then remembered he probably hadn't eaten in a bit. I take his hand softly in mine, leading him out of the bathroom, his old sneakers squeaking against the hardwood of the Heelshire manor. I brought him to the kitchen, moving the doll that resembled him out of the way and motioned for him to sit down.

He did as I gestured, slumping down into the seat that seemed tiny compared to him. I sighed, content with how well he was behaving. "Good boy, Brahms. What do you want for lunch ?" I speak softly to him, and he puts his sleeved hand in mine, holding it kindly his, staring at our connected hands. He thought for about a minute before speaking again. "You," he answers simply, his gaze still lingering at our connected hands. I blush at the request, not knowing exactly what he meant, so I decided to ask; "Brahms, what do you mean ?"

"I mean you," he was very clear with his tone as he got up on his feet swiftly, looming over me once more. He knew what he meant, and what he wanted from me. I swallow hard on some air caught in my throat. Before I could even reply, he grabbed my wrist, starting to lead me down the hallway and to one of the rooms, almost dragging me at this point. This was all moving so fast. But somehow, I couldn't find myself complaining in the slightest. He pulled me to my room, throwing me on the bed as he got on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. I knew I couldn't escape now, so there wasn't any point in trying. I just lie there in the middle of the mattress, Brahms staring down at me hungrily, his breathing heavy.

His eyes fixed on mine, his face slowly leans into my own. My hands tremble, just as my legs do. I stare right into his eyes, his peering in mine. We were like this for a good 30 seconds, just in eachothers personal space and staring at each other. A stern "Mine," is all he spoke before pushing the porcelan lips of his mask into my face, colliding our lips together. I let out a yip at the sudden coldness on my lips, but didn't pull away. No, I couldn't, even if I wanted to. Which I did. I just kiss back softly, letting out a small groan as I close my eyes and push my lips farther into his. One of his hands is pulled off the bed, it now being placed on my side. His large hand trails up my body, gaining a whimper out of me as he continues to kiss me with raw passion. As his hand goes up my body, it pulls up my shirt, the fabric rolling up along my belly.

I plant my hands on Brahms's broud chest to push the large man off of me, staring into his pure green eyes as he gives me a confused gaze. "Brahms, what do you think you are you doing ?" I question, pursing my lips into a line. He doesn't respond, only giving a small grunt as an answer. His hand only continues its arrival at my chest, whining as he realizes I have a bra on. He tugs at the fabric, clearly wanting it off. I let out a sigh, staring into his eyes. "Brahms, you're being naughty. We can't be doing this," I state, and his eyes widen at being called out for his pushy behavior.

"Brahms is not !" He pushes in his childish voice, grumbling softly in a bratty way. "Brahms wants you..." He whispers, his eyes trained on mine. He tries to lean into me once more, but my hands keep him pressed away. "No, Brahms," he tugged at my bra once more, whimpering softly. My words fell to deaf ears as he thinks for a moment, I could see the thought process going through his head before he speaks again. "If I make you feel good, you won't leave..." He speaks so quietly and softly to me, just staring into my eyes. I didn't know what he meant by what he said, but before I could say anything, he pulls the hand that was toying with my bra away to grab one of my hands and guiding it up to put my hand onto my eyes, closing and covering them.

"Don't look... Please..." He leaves my hand on my face, and I hear the sound of elastic snapping back into place. Did he just... take off his mask ? "Promise Brahms you won't look," he spoke once more, waiting patiently for me to reply. "I promise," I whisper, swearing a promise to him. I hear him grunt, and I'm now completely blind to whatever he may do. I don't know where he is, not until I feel a pair of lips connect with the skin of my neck. I let out a shaky breath, shuddering at the sudden touch. My neck was one of my weak spots, so this caught me off guard.

He leaves sloppy kisses along my neck, and I let out small groans and whimpers. I let out a stifled breath followed by a moan as he leaves a small bite on my skin. I knew it would leave a mark later, but frankly I didn't care. My hand that wasn't covering my eyes went up to Brahms's curly, dark hair, tostling it around with my fingers. It was quite soft now that it was dry, letting out a slight hum of satisfaction as I comb my fingers through his hair some more. He lets out a small groan, leaving one final kiss on my neck before pulling away. I let out a soft whimper, already missing his touch, yet I keep my eyes shut tight as I promised.

I shudder as I feel a kiss being left on my stomach, letting out a soft grunt. "Brahms..." I mutter breathlessly, my hand still in his hair. He leaves another kiss on my tummy. Then another. Then another. Then he keeps trailing his lips farther down until hes at the hem of my pants. He doesn't even hesitate, slipping his fingers past my underwear and pulling both my pants and underwear down at the same time. He tugs them off my feet and throws them aside, leaving my lower half bare.

He spreads my legs right apart, I couldn't see his hungry stare. His hand glides down my thigh, his thumb brushing over my slit, gaining a soft moan from my other end. Without warning, he presses his mouth against me, his tongue meeting my clit in a passionate dance. I groan, long and hard. I grip at his hair while his tongue works its magic, licking and sucking on my clit. He seems to know what he's doing, even though he's probably not even done this before. Though I wasn't complaining. His tongue occasionally brushes past my slit, gaining another groan from my end. I tug his hair, pushing his face even more into me, grabbing a soft moan from him.

My legs quiver with glee, my hips bucking into his face. My body twitches, hot breaths pouring out of my mouth as I mumble soft praises for Brahms. I can already feel myself growing close, my eyes locked shut as my other hand lifts up to grapple my own hair. I let out a muffled groan, my teeth gritted as my back arches.

I'm so close, his tongue only moving faster as he senses how high I was. I let out a few more shaky breaths, each one's pitch getting higher before I let out one final, long moan, hitting my orgasm. My hips buck and my legs clamp around Brahms's head, my hand grips his hair. I cum for a little over 5 seconds, letting out gutteral, staggered moans. Brahms quickly laps up all the cum from my crotch, letting out soft grunts. I finally calm down from my climax, huffing heavily, a big grin sprawled across my face as my back falls against the mattress once more. I'm about to open my eyes when I remember my promise. My legs fall to the side, softening my grip on Brahms's hair. My other hand flops down to the bed, just feeling Brahms still soft, slow licks on my womanhood. I feel him pull away, his thumb brushing my slick.

"Was Brahms a good boy ?" He asks after a small moment, pressing his thumb to my clit, pulling a quiet moan out of me. My eyes stay shut for him, but I respond softly, a big grin on my face. "Yes. A very good boy, indeed," I whisper out to him, my fingers comb through his hair ever so softly. I feel him leave a kiss on my clit, sending a shiver up my spine before he crawls back on top of me, the bed sinking under his weight. I feel his hands leave the bed for a moment, then the sound of elastic slapping again.

"You can look now..." He mutters, and I do as he said, opening my eyes softly to be met with the same mask and true green saucers for eyes. My hands slink up his neck, brushing over and toying with his hair as I stare deeply and intently into his eyes. I just hold him close, close to my body and soul. he presses the lips of the mask into mine once more, and I let out a needy sigh into his porcelan lips. This was all I needed from then on. Just him and his closeness. I was content, and never wanted this moment to end. But of course, this wasn't the end of the night, but I was completely oblivious to the fact. I just kissed the big himbo on top of me, and I was happy with that.

THANK YOU FOR READING !!

I really hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. I spent like, I dunno, 3 days on it ? So I hope I did well on this 😁 Alright !! See yall later 🔥🔥🔥

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[shady-the-simp]

Brahms heelshire x dom!fem reader #21 

Warnings: Mommy kink, bath sex, good boy, praise, grinding, intercourse, and any more i forgot

Brahms continued to grind his hips against yours, whimpering in your ear, head rested on your shoulder. The water splashed over the edges of the tub, dampening the floor with his harsh thrusts.

You smiled, pulling his head away from your neck to look at you. You watched in awe as the tears rolled down his cheeks while he stared into your eyes in pure submission.

"Please mommy, please! I-i'll be good, I will~"

"Tell me what you want baby."

Slurred curses and moans poured from his lips as he tried to tell you what he wanted.

"That's right, be a good boy for mommy and tell me what you want."

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[argo-nautical]

brahms doodle from class

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[edenminx]

Brahms drawings few months ago I think

Slashers community pls welcome me

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[kittyamore0]

Hi this is my first time requesting something😭 I was wondering if u could write a Dom Brahms smut x sub female reader? (I love your writing btw)

-🌹

Our first time

Thank you!

Summary: Not much, just you and Brahms </3

Little note: sorry for the delay, ive been on and off with this one-shot, but now its finally ready!

genre: NSFW one-shot

Fandom: Horror

Character: Brahms Heelshire

Cw: Female! Sub! reader, Dom! Brahms, table sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, doggy style sex position, Brahms ruining you, blind fold usage, lost of virginity, slight begging kink, fingering, Lactation kink, dumbification kink, slight sadistic Brahms...just sex.

He stared attentively at you through that slightly, polished, cracked porcelain doll mask. You were currently washing the dishes and getting dinner ready with loud music playing.

You were unaware of his presence, due to how loud the music played. You stood there, swaying your hips to the beat, as he stood in the door way and his eyes roam up and down your body

It made him feel warm, hot even. His breathing becoming more uneven. His heart rapidly slamming against his chest.

You turned around to place the wet dish back into its holder. You yelped and jumped backwards when your eyes landed on Brahms first rather than the dish rack. "Jesus Christ! You scared me Brahms!"

His head cocked to the left of him and he mumbled out a quick 'sorry' You placed a hand over your heart and put the plate in the dish rack. "Is there something you need, Brahms?" He stopped for a minute, looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't when he slowly shook his head.

You raised a brow at his actions. "Alright then.." You went back to scrubbing the dishes, careful not to get the water further than your purple gloves.

Brahms legs unconsciously move towards your enticing figure. His arms wrapping around your waist the moment he gets close enough to.

"Brahms?" He hummed in your hair. The way his name left your lips in a soft whisper made him feel uneven. The way you were up against him, your curves aligning with his...It was like a puzzle piece.

You and him were made for each other, and that was all he could think about.

What if...you and him did those kinds of intimate things he would see in books?

Oh, those pretty noises that would come out of your swollen lips. Your soft begs for him to keep going or maybe even to stop.

"Brahmsies, is everything okay?" He nodded, but you didn't believe him. You turned around, his arms slipping loose.

You were just in front of the dinning table before his arms slipped around you again, the grip even more tighter than before.

"Stay." You shuddered at his unmasked voice. It wasn't as childish as it usually would be, it was much more deeper and low now. "It hurts..." His whine made you panic slightly. Did he hurt himself? what happened?

"Brahmsies, did you hurt yourself? where does it hurt?" He just looked down, a bit embarrassed.

You sighed and stared into his dilated eyes. "Kiss," ah, his child voice was back. "It hurts with the mask on, Brahms." His grip had gotten tighter, making you let out a soft gasp.

He let out a scowl. "Stay here." You meekly nodded and he harshly ran past you. The air blowing on the side of your shoulder.

The music had stopped playing, sending shivers down your spine, only hearing the echoing silence of the Heelshire manor.

A few minutes passed and you heard the squeaks and squeals of the hard, wooden floors.

You felt his body behind yours and suddenly, your vision went black, covered by a soft fabric. "B-Brahms?"

He placed his index finger over your soft lips. You could hear a 'click' and then you heard him place that glassy, polished mask down.

A harsh grip on your chin made your head turn to your right in a swift movement.

You felt chapped, peeled lips on yours. A mix of soft and warm with peeled, cold lips.

The kiss was eager and hungry, but gentle and sincere at the same time.

His head tilted, to aline his flawed lips with your perfect ones. You felt his teeth tug at your bottom lips, as if asking for access.

You sighed into his lips and kept your lips agape for his tongue to slip in, and it did.

His tongue slid at the roof of your mouth, keeping yours trapped and pushed back.

Your lips grew swollen and your lungs begged for some air. Eventually, you broke the kiss in a haze.

"Pretty [Name...]" He murmured against your lips. Your throat was dry, despite the kissing. You stammered your words, unable to form a clear sentence. You could not take compliments.

"O-oh, um--" it didn't help either when you felt his lips hover over your tender neck. You felt his teeth get a slight grip on your neck.

You shuddered, feeling Brahms lips twitch into a smile at your reaction.

A breathless moan escaped your lips when his teeth had sunk into your warm skin, his tongue grazing against your irritated skin.

Your body had felt warm and felt warmer by the second. "Brahms..." He had never really paid attention to why or how you said his name, but now? Now was different. He loved how his name rolled off your tongue, along with a whine. It enticed him, making his heart filled with a certain...need.

Dark hues formed on your neck. A way for you and others to know that you belong to him and only him.

The thought of more marks covering your bare body in other places made his cock throb.

His right hand traveled up your body and one of his fingers held onto the bra strap. His left hand traveled down and hooked around the hem of your panties. "please...please, please, please..." He mutters, his pleas causing your heart to beat faster, as if it were about to burst.

You had never gotten very intimate with your past partners, leaving you a virgin, since you figured they weren't the right ones. But with Brahms, it was...different.

You weakly nodded. His breath hitched in his throat. He wasn't too experienced himself when it came to sexual pleasure, but he had read about it, and he was willing to try and do whatever it takes to make you feel good.

He slipped his fingers in the soft fabric, pushing it down and away slightly. His digits grazed over your soaking cunt. Your mouth hangs open when his right hand kneads your breast. His forefinger and thumb working together on pinching your hardened nipple.

Your legs twitched and your hips jolted when he drew soft, slow circles into your clit. "Brahms--" Before you could finish your sentence, Brahms pushed one of his fingers inside your beating entrance. A loud mewl spilling from your quivering lips. Your walls stretching, trying to adjust the new feeling.

He sighed at the feeling of you clenching around his finger, and that only made him wonder, what would happen if he added more?

With barely enough time to react, hes slipped two more of his rough, dry fingers into you. "oh, fuck!--" Your hips buckled down for more friction.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling for just a second, which really felt like more than a second, to hit your G-spot.

Your mind clouded with the touch of Brahms fingers, which was currently used to fuck you. Your pre-cum coating his rather tall, rough, vein-y fingers.

Your nails could break from how hard they dug into the marble table. His relentless pumping only drove faster. "So, so warm..." He pushed his palm further into your sex. He loved the feeling of your wet, warm puffed out cunt against his hands. Every noise you make, every whine, whimper, moan, mewl, cry, okay, you get the point. It drove him crazy. He wanted to hear more and more than before, many more. His cock oozing with pre-cum with every noise that came out of your swollen lips. Unconsciously, he began to grind against you. His clothed tip almost hitting your clit.

He wanted to be inside of you, like how those books would describe when things got intimate between the Male and Female.

The thought of it made his finger drive faster into you. "W--wait, t--too much!--- " Your throat involved a gag when his right hand fingers were shoved down your throat, taking them in a chocked manner.

You barely had any time to react to his lewd actions, as he didn't care to be gentle with you anymore. Tears pricked into your eyes, the soft, black blind fold quick to absorb your warm, salty tears.

Your desperate cries for him to slow down were muffled, the words not getting too far away from his now vibrating fingers. "So pretty..." He shoved his fingers deeper into your throat, hitting your gag reflex many times. "Bra--hghn...I---can't!--" A low chuckle erupted from his throat and his teeth drove straight into your beaten up neck. "Plea--ah!--s--slow down...s'too much...! can't--can't!-- " Your teeth gripped onto your lower lip. The way your teeth molded into your lower lip harshly had enough power to break the delicate skin and draw blood.

"More...More!" He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. More whines spew out of your mouth. Your uncomprehended babbles continued on and on. Your walls tightened around his fingers. An unfamiliar knot building up in your lower abdomen. The feeling even edges him on. His pants being ruined and coated with his pre-cum.

"I--hah!--gonna--gonna!--" You loudly gasp, feeling the knot untie itself. You let out a whine and press your forehead against the marble table. His fingers help you ride out your high, coaxing it in your cum.

His finger exits out of your entrance and he brings them up to his mouth, sucking his cum-layered finger. Every covered finger with slide in and out with a pop.

His tongue swirled in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste. Oh, how he just could imagine how many more times hes about to make you cum, whimper, wine, moan, cry, beg and so much more. He wants all of it. It has to be you, and only you.

Your upper body heaved up and down. Brahms eyes glued onto your breast. His head dipped down and leveled with your chest. His mouth took one of your nipples in, his tongue swirling around the erratic nipple.

You whined and laid against him, too tired to do or say anything. He placed a few kisses on it. It made him feel nursed, but instead he's taking control.

Your stomach turned and twisted when he let his imperfect lips trail down your stomach. His hand was removed from your mouth, and you heard the flyer to his pants zip down. "W--wait!--" Your plea was cut off with his scowl. You were still recovering from your sweet release, but that only made him go further. If you had cum once already, why not another time? He was already craving to see his cock slamming in and out of you cruelly, his cum filling you up till' it dripped down your perfect body and onto your plush thighs.

He ignored your cries and gripped both his jeans and boxers down. Even more tears formed into your eyes, trying to tell him to give you a minute to process everything and calm down. His cock roamed free out of those suffocating jeans. Hes thick and throbbing with pre-cum, but not like you can see that.

The thought of him entering inside you while you wore a dark blindfold made you shiver, and as if he had read your thoughts, you felt his needy cock forcing its way through your wet, slick folds, finding its way inside your cunt.

The slow pain was all you could focus on, as Brahms was stretching you out quite a bit too much. "Ah!--Fuck, fuck!--mfmg!--" You grunted. Your sex trying to adjust Brahms, and there was much more to go.

Brahms breathing became ragged, hitched and inhumanly fast. "Tight, you're so...tight!--" He shudders, thinking about the way you wrapped around him. oh, you just felt too good.

"So--t--tight--" He whimpered, his focus all on you. The feeling was new to the both of you, which made the pain unbearable.

You felt yourself being stretched even more than what had seemed possible. The pain slowly turns into still, unbearable pleasure. Brahms lets out a shuddered moan when you've taken him whole. His hips jolted forward, each second mercilessly pounding into you. Countless mewls come out of your lips. The inhumane speed of his thrust fastens your panting, enough that hes fucking you dumb at this point.

"You...li--like this?" You sniffled, trying to respond with a mind clouded with pleasure. "Ngn...y--ah!--" You began babbling out nonsense. Your walls tighten around his length.

His unused hand gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. His head cocked to the side. The sight of your teeth jabbing at your lower lip, your furrowed brows, you looked so...vulnerable, and he liked the sight of that. He liked the sight of you submitting to him, like you should, like you were meant to.

You whine as a familiar sensation builds up once again, in your core. The same knot that tied in your lower abdomen earlier. "cu-cumming, cumming!--" His hips collided with yours, going even more faster. You squeeze yourself around Brahms cock, his quite huge member going in and out as it pleases.

"Cum-cum for me!--" Brahms groaned, stuffing his face into your hair. On command, you let yourself come undone. Your cum covering his cock. He stops his fast pace and goes slow, wanting to remember this moment. Your expression when you came, your cum covering him.

He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple, before proceeding to his rough pace. "Bra--hms!, no--no more, ple--ase! Can't...Can't--No...more!--" Your begging only enticed him to keep going, he like how your tears stained the blind fold, even rolling down past the blindfold. Your pleas made it harder for him to stop.

Not only that, but you had cum twice already. It should be his turn now, and he's going to make sure he's gotten to feel what you had felt, his release. His cum filling you up. That's what he wanted.

He smiles as he continues slamming himself in and out of you, sending you into overstimulation. You laid your head against the marble table once again, letting your chocked sobs take over your words.

His lower abdomen twisted and turned, feeling a harsh but pleasant upcoming tension that begged to be taken care of. He dug his mouth in your neck, biting the skin, once again. You cried out when he had bitten you roughly, the pain hurting more than those shots you get at the doctors. "Almo-almost...there!--" His cock twitched inside of you, as he let himself unravel inside you. His cum painting your tired walls.

His cum dripping down your cunt, and onto your thigh. He stared down and admired the sight. He whined when he slowly removed himself from you, already wanting to continue being in you.

You sighed, and allowed yourself to catch a breath. Then, your body was being picked up from the waist. You were turned around and seated down on the cold table.

Brahms placed his head to your slightly-exposed chest, while his hands remained on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead tenderly.

You let out a pleased hum, before closing your eyes and resting your head against his.

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[contr8]

i’m lookin in a respectful manner 👁👁

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[bitchyglitterfox]

Save me - Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

Warnings: home invasion, non con grabbing, non sexy time chocking, knife at throat.

*

It’s a stormy night, you were sitting on the couch in front of the fire. A book in your hand and a blanket thrown over your lap. You had just put Brahms the doll to bed an hour ago. This job was an easy gig, watch after a doll, no biggie. Or so you thought, you had heard the small creaks and noises from the walls but you assume it's a small mouse or even the fact that it's just an old house and it's making noise as it settles. 

Another loud lighting strike eliminates the room you're in but it also cancels out the noise of glass breaking in the kitchen. You notice that your tea cup is empty so you close your book and head to the kitchen. 

You begin filling your cup when you hear drawers opening in the main hall and things being tossed. 

You grab a kitchen knife and go to investigate. You know you shouldn't, you should call the police but the hillshires' estate was far from the village and it would take the police quite a while to arrive.  

You hold the handle of the knife tightly as you round the corner. 

"H-hey! You can't be here!" You try to act tough but the fear is evident in your voice. 

The stranger drops the elegant pearls that were left in the drawer. He steps closer to you, you take a step back. 

"What are you going to do? I'm much bigger than you. There isn't anywhere for you to run little rabbit, that I wouldn't be able to find you. I've staked this place out for weeks, I know it's just you in this big house," he smirks and makes a sudden motion towards you. You jump causing you to drop the knife and take off running. "Oh how fun little rabbit! Let the chase begin!" 

You run up the stairs but hear the stranger's footsteps right behind you. You trip on the rug when you make it up the stairs. 

"Fuck!" You moan in pain. 

"Oh little rabbit, you've made it so easy to catch you," the stranger says as he stalks towards you. You turn onto your back just as he stands above you, you kick him in the crotch and make your way back down the stairs before he can get back up. 

You try and find your dropped only to realize he's taken it. 

You run to one of the many wardrobes on the first floor. You hold your breath as the stranger nears your hiding spot. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are little rabbit," the stranger taunts you as he stops just in front of you. You can see him throw a crack in the doors. 

"Found you little rabbit," he says in a calm voice, before yanking the doors open and pulling you out. He slams you against the wall hard causing your vision to become blurry. 

"N-no, no, no please! Please don't hurt me," you lip wobbles. 

The stranger clicks his tongue, "Oh little rabbit, but I want to, really really badly," he runs the knife down your cheek, the sting of the sharp object slicing through your cheek. The scent of coppery blood reaches your nose, tears falling from your eyes as you realize you might actually die. 

"No please I have to take care or brahms, he needs me please!" You scream out, you didn't want to die, you hope telling him that you have someone you are responsible for would help reach some part in the stranger that currently has you at knife point. 

A loud crash pulls you both out of the little moment you have. Out comes a behemoth of a man, covered in dirt and cobwebs. He lets out a deep growl. 

You notice the mask first, it's an exact replica to the face of the doll you look after. 

"B-brahms?" You stutter out causing him to tilt his head to the side, "help," you squeaked out as the stranger wrapped a hand around your throat. 

"Who the fuck are you?" The stranger is angered by a new player in his game of cat and mouse with you. He releases your neck and stalks towards Brahms. He takes a strike but brahms dodges grabbing the stranger's hand crushing it in his bigger one. 

The stranger moans in pain as Brahms takes his head into his hands and slams his head into the nearby wall. the crunch of his crushed skull making you close your eyes and cover your ears. 

The behemoth of a man drops the stranger's body and begins to stalk towards you. You crawl back on your hands as you try to get away but do you really want to get away? He just saved you. 

"You've been alive this whole time? And living in the walls?" You stop moving and instead choose to stand up, "the-the rules to play music loud and leave out food was for you?" He shook his head yes in response, "and you just saved me right now? Thank you," you rush at him, eloping him into a tight hug, he hesitates before reciprocating the affection. He touch starved, you can tell by the way he holds you tighter and brushes his masked face against the nape of your neck. 

You found comfort in his scent, woody musk. You breathe in deeply, calming down from your near death. 

"Thank you for saving me." 

*

A/n: ahhh finally a slasher fic hehehe for my fav wall gremlin

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[lightdustchild]

Brahms?

Literally just finished watching the boy for the millionth time, and I've successfully gotten the urge to write for him. Enjoy our musty man and some fluff 💙🖤

Brahms x male reader

You had successfully gotten the job as a nanny the amount they were paying was ridiculous but you agreed. Of course you did not expect a doll of all things to be the thing you were taken care of. The parents were shocked as well saying brahms never said a man was okay to watch him but he liked you so maybe he had a change of mind. Before hugging you the lady whispered "I'm sorry" in your ear and left giving you the rules.

You followed the rules you just felt like you had too maybe they had cameras to make sure you were following them. Thats the excuse you had come up with but in reality you had found yourself growing attached to the doll. You always felt eyes on you it bothered you at first but eventually you found an odd comfort in it. Seeing as being alone bothered you feeling as if someone was with you was oddly comforting for you.

People might as well eventually call you insane, why? Simple you started talking to the doll as if it were human and you always had the urge to be held by him but it was a doll not a person.

"Brahms?" You mumbled one day as you looked at the doll sitting across from you. " I don't know why but I have these urges like to be held by you even though I know you're not real" you said before letting out a dry laugh feeling as if you had gone insane. Hands touched your shoulders immediately your first reaction was a jump as you turned around eyes wide. A person was standing in front of you with a doll-like mask on their face and dark curls Falling over it. The clothes were quite dirty as well and the shirt was slightly open revealing a hairy chest. "Brahms?" You said quietly and the man titled his head almost child like before nodding.

"Hello" He said his voice was soft like a mere child as he spoke. He then walked closer and you wondered what to do though brahms had already decided what he was going to do as be wrapped his arms around you. You realized he was holding you,he came out of the walls because you wanted him to hold you. Hesitantly you wrapped your arms around him burying your face in his chest as he held you like you asked. Pulling away you tugged him over to the bed he looked confused but followed as you laid him down "Bed time already?" He said softly his voice laced with disappointment you smiled and crawled into bed with him laying your head on top of him. "Oh" he said in realization at what was going on before he wrapped his arms around you holding you as you fell asleep like that.

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[alomone]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 (𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) part.2

▫ Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016) x gender neutral reader, use of they/them pronouns for the reader ▫ you are his new nanny/caregiver, and it has been months since you started working for the Heelshire, Brahms has already shown himself to you and now you two lives together but not without Brahms teasing you by stealing your clothes ▫ words : 543

MASTERLIST || PREVIOUS PART

A/N : Here's the second part of what was supposed to only have one part because it was just a try, it took so much time and I'm really sorry for that! GIF is not mine !

You had spotted him a few moments later; it was easy and even if he had run away, he wanted you to catch him as he sees this chase as just a game. He did that a lot; Brahms knew you wouldn't get really mad at him.

The weather outside changed to a stormy sky and minimising the light inside of the house, you were hiding inside a closet that had a direct entry into the walls. As you were waiting for him to walk by, the sound of the heavy rain outside was the only sound you could ear before finally spotting his footsteps approaching.

You could easily make your way in the walls, you were not as good as Brahms, of course, but you were getting slowly better. As he was getting closer, you waited there when it was finally easy to spot him in the dark, his massive figure getting closer to you as he was keeping your hoodie close to his chest and walking without looking up.

“Brahms, are you done running now?” You were looking at the figure standing in front of you. He was standing in the darkness of the hidden path. He gave you a slight nod, Brahms looked again at his hands that were still holding the hoodie and slowly hand it over to you, his expression hidden by the doll mask.

"Thank you, Brahms." A small sigh left your lips as the adrenaline started wearing off and your earlier exhausted state made itself known again. Your legs were hurting from running around, and what seems to be a small headache was forming its way in your head.

In the past, you could always feel some sort of insistent gaze on you, watching your every move. As time passed, finding your way around the Heelshire's mansion became easier and you could feel that the eyes watching you had started having trouble following.

It has almost driven you insane, you were in an unfamiliar place where you were supposed to be alone with a doll, so, of course, feeling eyes following your every move was not something pleasant. It was more terrifying than anything, you couldn't really talk about it with anyone.

"Would you like to help me make the diner?" Brahms nods and you both walk to toward the kitchen, going down the stairs and entering the room. Cooking was one of the few tasks that you could actually do with him, even if most of the time he only will be watching you do the cooking.

It has always been part of your favourite things to do with Brahms, talking wasn't needed most of the time but the presence of the other was enough for the both of you. Preparing diner with him was almost soothing most of the time, it was just the two of you.

Upon entering the kitchen, you told Brahms what you two would be cooking this evening. Something simple and not requiring a lot of skills, even tho Brahms didn't always help you with the cooking, he loves watching you cook and would think: 'They know how to do so much, they are perfect.'

He always felt so glad to have you as his and to be yours.

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[byakkomaruu]

hi yes i am here to give my testimony.

brahms heelshire is a sub-leaning switch.

he follows commands really well, looks up at you with big puppy eyes behind his porcelain mask. he'll beg and plead to you to do something to him-- the words don't often come to him, but he would indeed enjoy damn near anything you did to him. give him what he wants and he's yours to do whatever you please. he has even asked you to use him some nights: take what you need from him to get yourself off. he eats it up, believe me, just listen to his whimpers and whines that are muffled under his porcelain face.

on days when he is exceptionally bratty and stubborn, ignore him. it doesn't take long at all for him to come crawling back to you. he isn't going to be completely obedient these days, though. tell him to sit still and take what you give, and he'll resist until he is put back in his place. if you can give him exactly what he wants, he crumbles in a heartbeat and returns to the man who cries out, "please," in a broken voice.

and on days when he fights back, he'll take whatever the fuck he wants. thankfully, he is a lot more gentle than he used to be. when he was first revealed, he was very greedy, primal even. over time, his quick snatches and iron grip turned soft and sweet. he now understands how to treat the person who is offering everything of theirs to him-- life included. brahms does still get that adrenaline surging through his veins when he sees you beneath him, pleading for mercy, though he would only hurt you like that again if you told him to. when his eyes widen like saucers and the light leaves them, know that you're not leaving him without a bruise or two, maybe even a few bite marks if he was feeling brave enough to remove the mask.

once every blue moon, brahms will hide himself in the walls, watching your every move. he will only emerge from his hiding place to take you away from whatever you were doing-- some task he finds tedious or boring like laundry or cleaning --to fuck you against the nearest flat surface, only to disappear and watch you from the gaps in the walls once again. there have been a few close calls with this, though: he has proved to be a great distraction while you're cooking, and you've burned a meal or two while your watchful eyes were pried away by brahms.

and yes, he will occasionally do something like this when malcolm is at play. he hates that man with a burning passion, all because he takes your attention away. brahms is very possessive of what he views as his. if he calls, brahms is quick to distract you any way he can. the second malcolm leaves the manor, you'll often hear stomping and banging from the walls. don't run from brahms, you'll only be delaying the inevitable. or do run from him. he likes the chase.

he doesn't take kindly to teasing of any sort. whether you're putting on a show for him or edging him, he doesn't like it. expect him to put up a valiant fight if you want to toy with him. you'd have to restrain him if you want him to cooperate, but if he breaks free, don't expect a gentle approach.

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[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers with an s/o who crochets

I've probably mentioned this before but I crochet as a hobby. One of my mutuals @the-slasher-madame wrote about this before too.

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Carrie White and Vincent Sinclair

Warnings: Non I can think of

Brahms Heelshire

It kinda makes him more attracted to you. He likes the idea of having a domestic partner. He likes feeling like the "man" of the relationship so you being into something more domestic really gets him smiling.

He likes watching you crochet. He finds the repeated moves relaxing to watch and likes to see the project build up over time.

The Heelshire's are very rich so he'll be happy to fund your hobby. He'll probably get yarn in colors and textures that he likes but he doesn't mind getting things at your request.

He tries to learn but quits when it gets to hard or when he can't get a good start on a project.

Billy Lenz

He's going to tease you about it, just a little. He's going to call you a grandma/grandpa and ask if you're really that old. But he doesn't want to hurt your feelings. He's just trying to joke around.

He steals some of your yarn sometimes. If he likes the color of texture he just takes it and does whatever with it before returning it to you.

He also steals finished projects. If you've made a blanket he really likes or if there's something else you've made that catches his eye he's going to be taking it.

But he will ask if you can make him sweaters. He likes the idea of wearing something that you specifically made for him.

Carrie White

She's excited that you have a hobby similar to her's. She likes to sew and you like to crochet, it's a great match.

If you make her anything she'll sew you something in exchange. Like if you make her a pair of gloves she's going to sew you a pair of gloves too.

She doesn't have much money but she will buy you yarn with whatever left over money that she does have. Will ask you about your favorite colors and textures when it comes to yarn.

Like Brahms she's going to want to learn how to crochet. But unlike Brahms she'll continue to learn even after it gets hard. I feel like she'd be pretty good at it too.

Vincent Sinclair

He appreciates the art form of it. As an artist he understand how hard making art can be at times so he's very appreciative of the projects you've made.

He'll ask if you can make clothes for the wax figures or not. He's just proud of your work and he's going to want to show it off.

He'll steal money from victims and pay Bo to go buy you yarn to use. He'll ask you to make a list so Bo knows what kind to exactly get you.

Will use everything that you make for him. If you make him sweaters he's wearing it all of the time. If you made him a blanket he's using it all the time. He doesn't care how hot it is he wants to use what his s/o has made.

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[buggwrites]

Brahms Heelshire headcannons

Warnings:

nsfw mentions at one part, but other than that none

He is definetly a brat, retaliating every time you ask him to help with even the smallest things like bathing himself. He'd probably have child-like fits often because of this very reason. He can go as far as to throw things and turn whole rooms completly upside down. When he realizes what hes done, he'd hide in the walls on the old, small bed located in the little room held in the walls and refuse any of your attempts to interact for a while, such as asking to help clean up the mess he's made.

When he finally calms down from these fits, he's a general love-bug, always pampering you with flowers he picked from the garden or small drawings he did. He's a total sweetie when hes not having a tantrum of some sort, and cuddles and kisses are his main apology when he does something bad.

He loves any type of attention from you, due to being starved of it for years, and he melts into you anytime you touch him. While cuddling, he'll wrap his arms around your middle as your stomach presses into his. That's his favorite position; when you're laying on your side and facing him. That way he can see all of you, from your face to your body. He'd hold you close to himself, whining any time you try to move away, even if it was to do something simple like go to the bathroom or eat.

He doesn't know proper manners like personal space or to not watch someone every waking second of their day. He will follow you everywhere, going into the walls to watch you if he needs to. He's also very touchy, grabbing you in every way he can at any time he can, whether its a hug, a hand on the shoulder, kisses, grabbing you by the waist or hips, mask covered face pressed to your neck, hand on the thigh, or something else.

He loves to bite. He sinks his teeth into you whenever his mask is off, on the hand, arms, and neck most of the time, but he will bite whatever he has access to. He bites pretty hard too, always sure to leave marks so whenever you truly have to leave, everyone will see.

He worships you in every way, telling you everything he loves about you. Hate your freckles / birthmarks ? He'll kiss all of them and tell you one good thing about yourself for each one. Hate your scars ? He'll trace them and ask about their story. Don't like your tummy ? He'll cuddle you close and tell you he wouldn't have a better cuddle partner because youre like a big marshmallow. He'll love you for all your insecurities, and wont stop loving on you until you love them like he does.

During sex, he doesnt really seem to care about his own pleasure as much as yours. He will find your kinks, whether you tell them to him yourself or not. He will watch you self-pleasure to see what you like best. Sure, he wont like the idea of you not letting him dick you down and doing it yourself, but he wants to make sure he knows what makes you feel best, and will utilize this knowladge well. He will please you in ways you couldnt even do yourself, and always leave your legs trembling because of how big he is. In my mind, I believe he is around 12 inches big.

His hair is naturally very soft, and its nice to play with and pull. He loves it when you ruffle your fingers through it while cuddling, kissing, or when he lays his head on your lap whilst you read to him. His curls bounce back up when your hand brushes past it.

His mask usually stays on, and it takes a lot of begging from your end to get it off, but on rare occasions he'll take it off for you, and you smile as your eyes are met with that familliar, handsome, scarred face that was covered with facial hair. His eyes are also very pretty, a true green that had an explosion of blue spreading from his pupils. It was like a supernova explosion trapped in his eyes.

He hates chores for many reasons, but the big 2 are that 1, it takes you away from him, and your attention on him is deprived and makes him want to crawl back into the walls, and 2, you will usually ask him to help, which he hates, but when you give him that one certain look, he cant help but comply to your wishes. He wont do much, but he will do just enough to where you give him a peck on the forehead, cheek, or lips and call him a good boy.

He absolutely dies for any praise, being told he did a good job on any task he does makes his heart ring with joy. And if you compliment his appearence in any way (i.e. calling him "pretty boy"), it will guarentee you lots of kisses and attention for the rest of the day.

He will usually talk in 3rd person point of view in his childish voice as well, especially when throwing tantrums. His accent is much more noticable when he speaks in that higher tone, and when he speaks he usually talks in small blurbs instead of true sentences, as a child does (i.e. "Brahms tired", " Very hungry", etc.). But when he does speak in his normal, much deeper voice, its usually when hes calm or trying to intimidate you. Its very attractive, his real voice. You aren't very sure why he doesnt use it as often as he should, but you don't press for an answer.

The end.

That's all the hcs of mine i can think of !! Thanks for reading :] might update occasionally !!

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[small-sinclair]

Using Brahms chest as a pillow 😫😫 I would lay there forever.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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[dreckigenahte]

was worried about posting the other art since i mostly post tokyo ghoul but hey brahmsie solos so !! <3 this is my favourite piece from 2022 x

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[ghostbxne]

i drew brahms heelshire from the movie the boy :3 i have no idea how tumblr works

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