#i. did my best with brahms's scar

[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 !!

#brahms my beloved #brahms the boy #brahms headcanons #writing #brahms scenarios #x reader scenarios #brahms x y/n #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire

[shuusagi]

One Month (part 2/?)

Hi lovlies I hope you enjoy! This is super self indulgent so I hope you all don't mind that haha. I tried to rearrange some situations so they weren't exactly the same as the movie. I promise I'll get to the good stuff soon enough!

Warnings: I re-read these but I'm not the best at writing so it may show. dubcon, somnophilia, sexual assault (past, Brahms could NEVER), abusive ex, scars (none self harm), blood.

Brahms:

You were sound asleep on the queen size bed, one leg sticking out from under the blanket laying on your back with your head tilted to the side. He observed your chest rise and fall and can't help but get caught in the rhythm of it. He carefully steps out of the closet, being sure not to stir you from your rest. Each creak of the stairs causes him to stop in bated breath. Hovering above you, he takes in more of your features up close. You had beautiful lashes that fluttered every once in a while, making him nervous that you'll wake up.

Tentatively he uses the back of his hand to brush the hair from your face. He got to see a better look at the scar crossing your eye. He wondered who would ever hurt his dear y/n. Maybe it was a cat? He hoped no one would hurt you out of malice.

God, you were so attractive to him. Your (h/c) hair once a nice and long, brushed nicely along your back was now splayed out in a messy crown. His heart beat picked up, just barely brushing past your skin. How he wished he could just squeeze and play with your soft body.

You shift to your left side, startling him. He slowly backed away as to not disturb you anymore, back into his secret door within the closet.

Y/N:

You had awoken to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining a lovely warmth into your room. You sit up, letting out a long yawn with a big stretch. You feel your back muscles loosen with each second you're in that position. Walking down the stairs, you go to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee.

You were met with a knock at the door. Curiously you open it, you become face to face with a handsome man. He's about 5'9", lovely brown hair and a cheeky smile. Must be the delivery man Mrs. Heelshire mentioned.

"Hi its nice to meet you! I'm Malcom. I own the Grocery store downtown. " you shake his hand, noticing a firm but not too tight handshake.

"Ah yes, you must be the delivery boy." You match his cheeky smile. He shuffles in several bags of groceries, and you begin taking the ingredients out and putting them away.

"So... let me guess. You're American?"

"Close", you say "I'm from Canada." You let out an awkward laugh. Turning back to the jam you had in your hand.

"Darn, you know, my mother and grandmother were fortune tellers. Canada would have been my second guess."

"Ah, yes I can tell it was passed down the generations." You joke.

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You run to Brahms room completely forgetting that you had to wake him up to start his day. Ugh, this is gonna be a long few months.

Busting through the door you notice he's still in bed. But he's sitting up. You could have sworn you laid him down to bed yesterday. Maybe your mind is just playing tricks on you.

You take him downstairs for lunch, berating yourself for forgetting about Brahms. Wait- why are you being so hard on yourself? It's just a doll, it's not like the Heelshires will see you doing this. Still, you look down at the doll in your hands and can't help but feel bad. Sure, it reminded you of every supernatural movie revolving around creepy dolls, but it also had a certain charm to it. He was dressed in a lovely dark tuxedo, with brown hair brushed so nicely against his head. The painting on him was immaculate, he really did look life-like.

You decide on making him eggs and toast since you missed breakfast for him and yourself. You truly had a bad memory when it came to feeding yourself, how you managed to last this long is beyond you. Hopefully Brahms wouldn't end up starving himself, you giggle.

Making the eggs sunny side up, and extra crispy for yourself. You loved the crispy bits that come from the edges of the eggs, they were your favorite. As for toast.. well it was pretty easy, just pop it in the toaster and make sure it doesn't burn.

"Well Brahms, it isn't a Michelin five star meal but it's something!" You sit across from him in the kitchen, slowly eating your eggs and toast.

You fidget in your chair, feeling awkward with the silence in the room. Surely this isn't any different than usual, as you liked to spend your time alone and didn't have many friends to rely on but still. Something about this home felt off. Like you weren't truly alone, despite it just being you and Brahms.

You get up out of your daze and put Brahms meal in the freezer as specified.

Brahms:

Finally, you were following the rules. He was hesitant to begin causing a stir within the house, as its only been 2 days since you arrived at the Heelshire manor. He didn't want to scare you- not too soon at least. His belly filled with butterflies at the thought of your eyes wide with fear, something so enticing and also odd about scaring you. He had a mixed reaction to this side of himself. But not hurt, no He could never hurt you. He only wanted to play some games. That's all.

Think of tag, or hide and seek. He wanted to have fun with you. Slowly he will incorporate bangs on the walls, echoed voices of a child- Brahms to be specific. He already noticed how you would awkwardly look around, he knows you can sense him in a way. It gets him going, the thought of you finally meeting with him. You were so small, he would easily tower over you.

He peeked through a hole in the wall, watching you put doll Brahms to bed. He waited with bated breath, as you slowly knelt down to kiss him on the forehead. He touches his own, a fuzzy feeling at the thought of you doing that to him- the real Brahms. A twinge of jealousy struck him, oh how he wished he could be in your arms already. But no, it's far too soon.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #slasher x reader #the boy 2016 #brahms x reader #also i suck at dialog so im sorry abt malcom shdjjskskkd

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Okay so hello- uh- I'm not sure how to do this but I heard you did matchups? UHhHhHHhHHH lemme say my description haha

I'm ftm, 5'7 and slightly chubby (sadly still haven't gotten top or bottom surgery) shortish medium length flat hair died red naturally brown hair green eyes and pale skin with lots of scars (those darn animals) and freckles I wear lots of goth kind of stuff like chained baggy black pants and black tanktops with striped black and white gloves chokers and belts and chunky shoes to make me taller

I like the colors green yellow black and white and I love to draw and animate and also also also I love frogs and mushrooms I rly like horror movies slasher movies yada yada

And out of all the chainsaw massacre movies the 1974 one and the 2nd one AND 2006 one is my favorite favorite food is avacados, noodles, and sushi

Imma just say I'm German/Irish/Scottish and was born in Texas 😎

Sorry again I suck at this

- 🐸

Oh no I forgot something and don't know how to fix it

I have ADHD, social anxiety, and bipolar disorder

I ramble a lot and I randomly bite people

- 🐸

Frog anon? Are you gonna be a new regular? If not that's cool but if so we're glad to have you here! You also forgot to specify what you wanted, but i'm gonna assume you wanted a slasher one. If you wanted another one just tell me and I'll re-do it!!

I match you with...

Brahms Heelshire!

This man definitely loves your style. Seriously, he's obsessed.

He may have been sheltered his whole life (living in the walls your whole life kinda does that to you) so he's never seen anyone like you before.

BUTTTT he's more than willing to dump all of his money into your clothes.

Brahms definitely has no idea what transgender is, so you're gonna have to explain it to him.

When you do he's basically gonna be like "Well duh you're a boy" and threaten to kill anyone who has said otherwise.

He'll absolutely be on board with getting you top and bottom surgery.

Until he figures out that you have to leave the house.

Don't worry, you can convince him to go with you.

Sweet boy will ask to help you dye your hair, please say yes.

He'll dump a fuck ton on money for your animation stuff. Only the best for you!

He loves your ramblings. He could sit and listen to you talk for hours.

Sometimes he's willing to go outside when it's raining, so you two can go frog hunting in the garden. Brahms also, surprisingly, loves frogs. They're so cute and jumpy.

#matchups! #slasher #slasher x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelsire x reader #the boy #the boy 2016 #the boy x reader

[ominoose]

STEVEN AS BRAHMS YES IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH

the abandonment issues, the curly hair, the neediness AW FUCK ITS SO PERFECT

i can just imagine steven snooping through the walls, watching and falling obsessively in love and practically clawing at the walls whenever his obsession does something that doesn’t meet his needs

RIGHT?! IT JUST WORKS!

It so suits Steven imo. Especially in a scenario where after Randall dies his parents kinda keep him locked inside the house like the Heelshires did then hire the nanny.

He is absolutely the clingy, obsessive type. Normal Steven is already quite sad and lovely dovey, in a Brahms scenario that would absolutely manifest in a similar way with him watching through the walls, snatching clothes while you're in the shower, leaving things for you when he notices you're sad, etc.

With Marc and Jake, perhaps they'd still be there with DID. After Randalls death and being locked inside, Marc created and let Steven take over fully to deal with the trauma and boredom of being on lock down. Stevens the optimist, managing to adapt to any situation and normalise it. Its Steven that makes the den in the walls, Steven that played with the small doll and even begged for a fish.

Marc won't resurface very often, only when Wendy and Elias bother to interact with him, he's stoic and guilt ridden still. The mask is his doing, the scar reminding him of the fire that took his brother. When the new nanny comes, he's happy to watch from the walls, wary but curious. Marc's the one that would "accidentally" keep you in the attic if anyone else tried to have you. You're his nanny, in his home.

Jake came to being after the first nanny their parents hired when they were kids. The nanny was paid to keep his existence a secret from the village, and she did, but she was a twisted woman and would punish and bully little Steven. So she "disappeared", and when the Spectors checked on their son, he was hidden in the furthest crevice of the house, oddly quiet, with fresh mud on his feet. When the newest nanny arrives, he's quietly watching and for one, approving. Jake is the one that would crash out of the wall to murder your ex boyfriend.

They had alternative mask ideas before the movie was made, so maybe the three of them wear different masks. I see Steven keeping the original movie one, but perhaps Marc would wear one of the cleaner ones and Jake would wear one of the paper mache, messy ones, likely one he made as a child and just kept since he didn't front often enough to want a new one.

Anyway! Do not apologise for rambling! I love asks like this, bouncing off each other with random ideas! I'm glad you like my one braincells activities, its doing its best <3

#omiasks

[spiralingsights]

when your boyfriends finally stop hating each other so now you can all make out

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#scrap.art #scrap.ships #s/i: jack/felix heelshire-lenz #(poly) romantic: 🎭📞 #i. did my best with brahms's scar #i'm so bad at scars. especially burns wkdbskdnsks

[lebenspurpur]

{slashers x fem reader who has a blood kink? sorry if this is against ur boundaries u don’t have to if ur uncomfy!!!} submitted by anon but I accidentally deleted the original ask because I am an idiot.

Also darling, you're fine, all my boundaries got destroyed years ago.

Warnings: blood (duh), knives, a lot of cutting, mentions of self-harm and necrophilia.

Also a female reader this time.

Michael Myers

Oh Michael loves it.

Blood always gets this man going, I think we've established that.

Wait a second.

You want to cut him? *slowly backs off*

Yeah, he doesn't necessarily trust you with a knife.

Michael doesn't mind the pain, his pain endurance is way too high for that. It's just that cutting him would be a dominant action. And Michael really doesn't want to give you dominance.

He'll let himself get cut if he can cut you.

Michael is all for period sex if that's your thing. Be careful though, he is not going to be soft just because you're sensitive.

Michael just thrives off of the fact that, not only are you shedding blood, you're very sensitive and you're in pain as well.

A pure sadist, this man.

Vincent Sinclair

Blood? Doesn't that involve you getting hurt?

Vincent is skeptical.

He really, really doesn't want you to get hurt.

It would turn you on?

Hm.

Let's test it first.

Vincent will be very slow and careful, stopping as soon as he thinks something's wrong.

You have to reassure him to get going quite a lot.

After he realizes what effect blood has on your body, he overthinks it again and then consents.

He's going to create a new and very special safe word for this, just in case he ever really hurts you.

He himself doesn't really mind getting cut, as long as it makes you happy. This man would do anything for your happiness.

To be quite honest, Vincent loves the marks you leave on him. He looks at them in the mirror the next morning, a bashful grin painting his handsome features. I am so soft for Vincent please.

Period sex? Are you sure you're not in pain during that?

Vincent isn't grossed out by body fluids, but he won't go down on you during your time of the month.

His problem with period sex is that you're already hurting and he doesn't want to cause further harm.

He's perfectly fine with just fingering you and receiving blowjob though he can do without those if you don't want to until you're off your period again.

Vincent would literally do anything for you and I'm not kidding.

Bo Sinclair

"Woah there sugar... didn't think you'd be into that."

He's a bit surprised in the beginning.

Period sex is a no for him, don't even bring it up. He'll probably vomit already at the word period.

Him cutting you is totally fine and he likes that if you're fine with it.

However him getting cut is not going to happen.

To make it up to you, he can fuck you after he just killed a victim.

He'll thrust into you, fresh dark-red splashes of blood painted on his face.

"Do you like that? Knowing that I fucking killed a guy and then immediately came in here to fuck the shit outta you? I bet'cha do sugar."

Lester Sinclair

B-..blood?

Lester is pretty concerned until you explain it a bit better.

After that he's still concerned.

Hmm, how about animal blood?

Lester just doesn't want to be in pain and he doesn't want to put you in pain.

If you're fine with non-human blood then he's very relieved, having been scared that you'll leave him.

Please reassure your feelings for him or he's going to worry for months now.

Baby Firefly

She's a bit astonished in the beginning. She just didn't expect that from you, out of all people.

But, being a part of the Firefly family, she's totally down for it!

She'll gladly pepper you in little cuts and then suck at them. Baby loves using her tongue on you anyway so it's a win-win situation.

She's also very open for period sex. After all, she's done worse than eat someone out during their time of the month.

Baby is the best at aftercare. She'll make you a hot bubble bath, clean the cuts and she got sparkly pink band-aids for the both of you!

Otis Driftwood

Did you just say blood? *drags you to his torture room*

Otis... is so down for this.

Can he.. like carve his name into your body?

Oh and can he take a picture of you?

Can he take a picture of you next to a corpse?

You just wanted to see him bloody, god damnit.

Period sex is not something he'd insist on doing but he'll never say no to fucking you.

Billy Loomis

You want to do what?

Billy has never heard of a blood kink before. It reminds him of his love for the red substance though.

The only difference is that he doesn't use real human blood.

It takes a lot of coaxing but after a while he might be okay with cutting you a little bit..

After seeing how much you enjoy it, he might let you cut him too.. but not too deep!

Billy would also really enjoy fucking you after coming home from a kill. He'd be drenched in blood, the red fluid clinging to his chest and slowly smearing onto your back.

He smirks as he spreads the red fluid on your perky nipples, watching you throw your head back and moan shamelessly.

Stu Macher

Sure, why not?

Stu is an incredibly adventurous person, even when it comes to sex.

You trust him and he trusts you so where's the problem?

I don't think Stu would actively enjoy a blood kink but he's not going to say no since you asked him so nicely.

The pure facts that you're getting so aroused from a simple liquid is enough to make him turn feral anyway.

Who needs blood when you can have Y/N begging on her pretty, little knees for your cock?

Brahms Heelshire

"No."

"But-"

"I said no."

Yeah no, blood scares him.

It will need a lot of coaxing to even get him to try it.

I don't think he'd like it very much.

But Brahms will gladly kill the grocery-boy for you if you'd like to see him drenched in someone's blood.

Thomas Hewitt

Blood? Sweetheart, what if you get hurt?

He'll gently cradle your face in his big palms, searching for sincerity in your eyes.

Upon finding it, he'll nod and ask you to explain it to him again.

He'll try it for you. If you're going out of your way to ask this of him, he has to try it in his opinion.

He doesn't like the act of cutting to get either your or his blood and he'd rather have the blood to be his.

Tommy is a big, strong man. He can take a few small cuts.

But you're his tiny, sweet Y/N, he can't cut you?!

So yeah, to get him to cut you will be quite a quest.

As soon as he sees your reaction to blood, he blushes, desire clouding in his brown eyes.

Maybe this is a good idea after all.

He'd still have you or him covered in animal blood, rather than human blood.

Thomas doesn't care if you're on your period or not, but he'll immediately stop when you're in pain.

Just relax Y/N, he'll go get a towel and then he'll take care of his "little problem".

Josef

Blood? But why?

Okay, for you, he might try.

He enjoys it more than he originally thought.

Blood has an important meaning to him too and to see it spread all over your pretty body.. just does things to him.

Period sex is not his thing.

I don't even think he knows how periods work.

Amanda Young |TW SELF HARM|

Amanda has heard about blood kinks before and you can not change my mind.

She's down to try it if you both feel comfortable.

However, Amanda has had struggles with self-harm in her past and would therefore prefer you getting cut.

She just doesn't like willingly adding new scars to her collection.

There's something so arousing about you licking her bloody fingers clean, she can't help but press her thighs together.

Period sex?

She isn't the biggest fan of that idea but fingering you is not a problem to her.

She's kind of confused since her cramps are too painful to get aroused during her period.

Her aftercare is also very good. Amanda always has bandages and band-aids stacked away somewhere and she knows how to deal with the wounds she's left

#slashers x reader #slashers headcannons #michael myers x redaer #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #baby firefly x reader #otis driftwood x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #josef x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #amanda young x reader

[fernweh-writes]

I don't know if you already did this before but- what about the slashers reaction to a S/O that works as a tatoo artist?

I have not done this before, but this also reminded me I do need to update my masterlist so thank you. It’s the holiday weekend so we’ll see how well I can write…

-Fern🌿

Tattoo Artist S/O

Michael Myers

He would 100% let you tattoo him. Michael has probably always wanted a tattoo and just never had the means to get one. It’s hard to walk into a shop when you’re a wanted murderer after all. Plus, he most likely doesn’t trust other people enough to let them tattoo him. So feel special, cause it means he trusts you enough to take off his shirt and let you repeatedly poke him with a needle.

Michael respects tattooing as an art form. It takes a lot of dedication and precision to permanently place an image upon a persons skin.

He also just thinks it’s neat. Especially if you’ve done some of your own tattoos. He likes the way they look on your skin.

Probably has a weak spot for any red tattoos you have. We all know Michael loves the color red, especially on you.

Bo Sinclair

Again, would let you tattoo him but only after he trusts you enough. He can’t have you suddenly going rouge and trying to harm him with a tattoo gun. And lets be honest with ourselves here, Bo has trust issues so it’s going to take awhile.

He’s very indecisive about what he would want though. Luckily you know him well enough to come up with a few rough sketches of different ideas and placements just… pinky promise it will look good.

Also loves the tattoos on your own skin. Especially the more intricate ones with a lot of detail. He thinks that tattoos are hot in general.

Would try and get you to tattoo his name on yourself.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is glad that his S/O is also into art. He thinks you’re really good at what you do and loves to admire your work. I also believe that Vincent has a bit of a superiority complex… so h would be glad you’re into different art forms than he is because he doesn’t feel like he can be outdone by you.

With that being said, he occasionally will give you tips on things like placement and critique the details you add to any pieces.

Still, you’re great at what you do and Vincent knows it. So, he would be happy to let you give him a tattoo. After seeing his twin knives I believe he would go for something snake or Greek mythology themed.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would want you to incorporate some of his scars into tattoos to make him feel better about them. Don’t worry about hurting him, this man has an insane pain tolerance and he won’t even flinch no matter how long the piece takes.

Also likes watching you come up with concepts. You always add so many little details to even the rough sketches. He really appreciates the time, effort, and attention you put towards what you do.

Even though his very traditional family is against tattoos, Thomas loves them. At night, he enjoys tracing the ones on your own skin. He probably has each and every one memorized down to the smallest detail at this point.

Brahms Heelshire

Our uppity little English boy would not want a tattoo. His parents were very high class and snobby people so they most likely raised Brahms to think tattoos were for hooligans. In all honesty, Brahms may not even know what a tattoo is…

Once he sees the ones that you have though, he’s less against them. His eyes hungrily take in the way the black ink decorates your delicate skin, and he’s hooked. Brahms absolutely loves to look at them.

Also loves to watch as you draw ideas for new pieces. You just look so cute when you’re focused and he’s mesmerized by your sketches.

Billy Loomis

This man + patchwork tattoos= the hottest thing in the history of ever

Would be more than happy to let you tattoo him…you are doing it for free right?

Billy thinks that tattoos are cool and they definitely add onto his intimidating look. If you compliment them it definitely gives his ego a boost as well. You won’t be able to save yourself from this narcissist after he catches you eyeing the ink on his skin.

Also thinks that the tattoos on your own skin are very sexy. Please show him each and every one of them. Yes even if you have to take your clothes off, that’s the best part y/n.

Stu Macher

Stu is more than happy to let you use him as a human canvas as long as you promise to make him look cool. He trusts you enough to not mess up after he’s seen some of the amazing work that you’ve done.

Doesn’t really care what kind of tattoo you put on him. He’ll give you all the creative liberty, occasionally throwing in a suggestion that he would think’d be cool.

Likes the tattoos you have on yourself as well. Stu would be the one to think giving yourself a tattoo is insanely cool! He would never be able to concentrate on little details if he was stabbing himself with a needle.

Would let you give him a very stupid, simple tattoo. Like the really dumb line art ones. Also 100% down for matching tattoos. Even better! Matching stupid tattoos!

Asa Emory

You cannot convince me this man doesn’t have a butterfly tattoo like the one harry styles has. He most certainly does, end of story.

He wouldn’t let you give him a tattoo in a very visible place. As a professor he has to keep up his neat and organized appearance. Coming off as professional is very important to Asa.

He’s fine with your tattoos though. He appreciates your attention to detail in each of the intricate tattoos on your skin. Asa even enjoys watching you draw your ideas on paper.

Jesse Cromeans

He loves tattoos and is more than down to let you give him one. Please do, he’ll even pay you if you want, he doesn’t care.

If you give yourself a skull tattoo Jesse takes it as a confession of your undying love for him. After all, you’ve pretty much marked yourself as his possession anyways.

Needless to say he also loves seeing the ink you have on your own skin. Tattoos are a big turn on for him.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher hcs #michael myers x reader #michael myers #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #ghostface x reader #ghostface #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #asa emory x reader #asa emory #the collector x reader #the collector #jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans #chromeskull x reader #chromeskull

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Can I request headcanons for a poly relationship with Brahms and Vincent Sinclair?

Oh my gODDDDD ANON UR MIND!!! Legit I went OFF with this headcanon post and honesty I’m obsessed with this pairing now. I might even write a smutty one shot regarding this but like fuckkkkkk I hope y’all enjoy this cause i had SO MUCH FUN writing it!

Brahms/Vincent/Reader Poly:

Since Brahms and Vincent are two killers that are based in a specific location and would probably never leave their homes, here are a few specific headcanons for each killer in the other’s home.

Vincent in the Heelshire Manor wouldn't affect him too greatly, other than the nagging feeling of being homesick. Though if he has you by his side, it makes the ache less harsh. For the most part as long as Vincent has a room he can call his workshop he really won't mind. And because the Heelshire mansion is so huge there would be more than enough room for such. 

Brahms would be very against having Vincent in the walls, feeling threatened by his presence, but once he is more used to the three of you being together he might not mind it as much. Actually, Vincent enjoys Brahms' space. He finds the room quite relaxing, though a bit too cramped for his liking. 

Ultimately, both are fine as long as they are given their privacy to work and relax on their own time. 

Brahms in Ambrose would cause the most upheaval. He would glue himself to your side, following you wherever you went as you were the only comfort he had in this strange place. Brahms isn't used to not only being out of the walls but essentially having a whole town to himself to explore. It would be a lot at first, but with yours and Vincent's gentle urging, Brahms would slowly embrace this new change.

He would love the tunnels under Ambrose, allowing him to move to different places in town without needing to walk down the street just in case there were visitors in town. He prefers to slip in and out of places largely unnoticed so less attention is brought to him.

While he does not actively participate in the slaying of visitors in Ambrose for the wax collection, he has been known to attack anyone he deems a threat to you or the Sinclairs. This is his home now and anything that is a threat to that home must be dealt with accordingly (and brutally). Vincent often complains that Brahms ruins the bodies, but understands that Brahms can't control himself when he reaches that point. 

Speaking of the other Sinclair brothers, Bo unsurprisingly hates Brahms. When Brahms first arrived, he was very shy and nervous around Bo, actively afraid of the loud and easily angered brother. Once he realized that Bo was no threat to him, he actively enjoyed "playing" with him. Bo hates it when he uses his childlike voice, but Brahms continues to do it anyways to put Bo on edge. Brahms might also use his stealthy abilities to purposefully scare Bo, appearing out of nowhere and giving him a heart attack and running off before Bo can retaliate. Bo would never admit it openly but Brahms intimidates him simply from his stature and the inability to read him.

Lester was intimidated by Brahms when he first arrived, the man much taller and more muscular than he was. But when Brahms learned about the road kill Lester collects and disposes of, he simply asked if he could take care of the rats as well. Lester did, and the two have no issues with each other, though Lester still feels a slight unease when around the other man. 

Now, for the personality dynamics of the boys.

Brahms and Vincent get along much better than one might initially suspect. The two are utterly territorial men, often with you in the middle of their affections, however they eventually grow to understand each other and how it would be easier to protect you if they were both there. You’re the common denominator that keeps them from fighting each other, and the fact that you dispense love equally between them is an important factor. 

The two will eventually grow to respect each other as well, with Brahms eventually being comforted by Vincent's company if you are unavailable. He will often sit quietly with Jonesy as he watches Vincent work on his sculptures, very rarely interrupting him. Vincent isn't bothered by this presence, and is often comforted if either you, Brahms, or the both of you are in the room with him doing whatever as he sculpts. 

Vincent grows fond of Brahms, feeling protective of him when he becomes distressed and overwhelmed. Growing up with Bo, he has learned how to help diffuse highly volatile situations. Even if he can't speak very well, his gentle reassurances help while he deescalates Brahms’ tantrums. A plus for you, really. 

As the two of them both wear masks to hide their faces, they might reveal themselves sooner rather than later simply because they're in the presence of another person that truly understands what their going through, as well as someone who loves them unconditionally (you, of course). Expect them to take of their masks one night while the three of you are together, the two of them slowly revealing themselves to each other and you. Brahms’ burn scars, and Vincent's scars each on one side of their face, cause them to be moved when they first see each other. They'll have their masks off around you more often after that. 

Now,,, the somft dating headcanons,,, 

Brahms and Vincent are both touch starved individuals so just expect to be giving lots of love to these boys. Just you cuddling with them makes them melt, and if they see you giving attention to one you know the other will grow jealous until you give them some love as well. Brahms is much more clingy than Vincent however, and you'll have to be a bit more firm with him about your space even if he ignores it most of the time. Vincent is a lot more shy so when you give him hugs and kisses he is more likely to freeze up instead of latch onto you like Brahms the Leech Boy would. 

Both spoil you as much as humanly possible, mostly with love and physical affection though they have their own little ways of treating you. Vincent makes you small wax sculptures all the time, enjoying the smile on your face as you look the figure over with adoration. Brahms gets a bit annoyed over this, as he doesn't have much of an artistic hand. But Vincent is happy to give him some wax and either let him mess around with it or teach him some techniques to properly use it. Brahms is so proud once he is able to make you something small, probably a bowl, and he absolutely melts when you squeal in delight at his thoughtful gift. Vincent can't help but feel happy himself too. 

Lots of snuggle piles with the three of you, often with you in the middle. While they don't tend to have a favorite position as long as they get to hold you, they do have a few regular positions. When you read out loud to them, Vincent tends to sit behind you, your back up against his chest, as Brahms is tangled amongst both of your legs as he rests his head on your lap, his arms draped around your middle. Vincent holds the book open for you so both of your hands are free to pet and play with Brahms’ hair, which he thoroughly enjoys. Sometimes Vincent and Brahms will swap places, or one of them will rest their head against your chest as you act as the big spoon. Also expect many blankets and pillows to further complete your nest as well. 

Luckily for Bo, Brahms’ need for structure in the form of the daily chore list will keep you busy cleaning up the living space and making enough food to feed all the men you were caring for now. If Bo has been particularly good, Brahms might tag along with you to the gas station to deliver him lunch after you bring Vincent his. Vincent is usually busy with his art so you give him a kiss on top of his head and leave his food on his work bench, knowing he will get to it once he is hungry. Bo won't dare to lash out too much when he is being fed, especially not when Brahms stands behind you like an imposing bodyguard whenever Bo is nearby. 

Date nights with the two of them are rather unconventional. Most of the time whenever the three of you are together it is considered a date whether or not it is super romantic. Just coexisting in the same space is often enough for the three of you. Vincent is happy enough to show you and Brahms around Ambrose, obviously knowing the best places to relax and get away from the stress the town can bring. He knows exactly where you can see the best sunrises and sunsets too. And Brahms is more than happy to tag along, though if he was in his manor than he would probably have a hard time leaving even with the two of you by his side. 

Expect lots of quiet nights reading, softly talking amongst yourselves, watching old vhs tapes found around town on the small TV, and listening to music. Sometimes Jonesy will keep you all company and get lots of snuggles and belly rubs as well. 

Now onto the headcanons you filthy animals were waiting for. You know. The naughty stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Being the needy man he is, Brahms is probably the first to initiate sexual touching. He is certainly not shy about his desire for you, not even being embarrassed about growing hard around you. Vincent, on the other hand, is too ashamed to initiate contact in the beginning, even if he feels the same way. Most likely he will let Brahms take the lead with you first, enjoying the act of watching you both. You can't get enough of the sight of Vincent sitting in his chair, hand squeezed tightly around his member as he edges himself while watching Brahms grab and explore your body. And with Brahms’ jealous streak he doesn't mind having you first either. 

Slowly, Vincent will find his way into bed with the two of you, probably at your urging. If Brahms is feeling particularly generous, he might be the one to say something. "They’re so soft Vinny, you have to touch them." With some gentle persuasion, Vincent will touch you the way Brahms touches you, making your toes curl and your breath hitch. Brahms watches eagerly, touching you as well and grabbing your hand and holding it over his cock as you pump him until his seed spills over you.

Vincent isn't shy about body worship once he realizes how much you want him. He will kiss and caress every inch of you, pulling out all sorts of noises that you never thought were possible. Brahms looks on in awe, his mouth often following behind Vincent's as he mimics the actions, much to your delight. 

Brahms has a hard time holding himself back around you while Vincent can take an entire night with you, so together they tend to even out. They'll go until you're too exhausted, but usually Brahms will finish first, leaving Vincent all the time in the world with you. That is, until Brahms’ gets hard again and finds his way back into the fray. 

They are both comfortable being switches, not minding if they are on top but if you want to top they will gladly let you spoil them. They both love being ridden, holding you in their arms as you bounce on their cock, until you leave them a shaking mess beneath you. They also enjoy receiving oral from you, and you tend to include both of them in the activity. Sometimes you will jerk the two of them off with your hands, give oral to one and use your hand on the other, or on at least one occasion, have attempted to at the very least lick both of them at the same time. 

As the three of you grow more open and experienced with each other's bodies, you can expect to try taking them both on at least a few occasions. Sometimes one of them will be performing oral or fucking you as you take the other in your mouth. If you happen to be AFAB, expect double penetration to be attempted at least once, though Brahms is a bit too impatient to go through the whole ordeal so it isn't an activity you often engage in. 

Now, Brahms and Vincent both grew up in very strict and sheltered homes, so the thought of being naked in the same room as another man, or sharing the same person with another man in the same bed might cause them trepidation in the beginning of your sexual relationship. Eventually, however, they grow to love each other as much as they love you, though they might show it to each other in a different way. While they might not initiate sex with each other if you aren't around, they will slowly begin to experiment with you in the bedroom. Touching you turns into touching each other as well, and they find that while each other's touch is much different than yours, they enjoy this new feeling. 

In fact, they might have been known to, on occasion, jerk each other off if their needs grow too intense and you aren’t around to provide for them. When you caught them, they were facing each other, pumping each other’s member as Brahms buried his face into Vincent's shoulder. Initially they were wildly embarrassed and thought you would be mad, but you assured them you weren't, your words of encouragement helping them finish. 

Time for kinks!

They both share voyeurism kink, and while Brahms can be a bit annoyed and bratty if he has to sit on the sidelines, both are content to watch the other have their way with you, getting off on just watching. Hell, both of them spy on you on the regular, watching you get dressed or shower before you either notice them in the doorway or they allow themselves in. 

If Vincent is able to get a hold of a camera you know he will be taking pictures of you constantly, with or without you knowing. While it partially adds to his voyeur kink, he enjoys being able to take artistic nudes of you, as well as less artistic ones where you are simply being wrecked by one or the both of them. 

Wax play is a big kink of Vincent's as he enjoys watching your expression as he tips the candle over your skin and watches how the hot wax makes you jolt for a moment before it begins to solidify on your skin. Brahms, however, is not a fan, simply because he finds it tedious as well as being unable to enjoy it himself. Putting hot wax on a hairy man is not a fun time. 

They both enjoy bondage, though Brahms doesn't really know how to properly execute it until meeting Vincent. All three of you have been tied up at one point or another, allowing the other two access to their body. Vincent enjoys the more eloquent knots and ties, creating intricate designs on both you and Brahms. Brahms is a good candidate for being tied up as he gets worked up so easily and this is one of the few ways to help him take his time. The ties that you and Brahms execute on Vincent aren't as beautiful but they do the trick, and he often has a hard time edging himself with the two of you giving him attention. 

Any kinks that you have are eagerly accepted by Vincent and Brahms, as they are always happy to bend over backwards to satiate your needs. Even if it is a little embarrassing, they're willing to try anything at least once with you. 

Ultimately, the open communication and understanding between the three of you help immensely when it comes to taking care of each other's needs. You would all drop everything to satisfy your partners, and they would do the same for you.

#slasher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #vincent x brahms x reader #vincent sinclair #brahms heelshire #house of wax #the boy 2016

[charliedawn]

I have a question for the staff if that's ok; What did your first day at St.Luis look like? Were you afraid? And how do you feel now, did anything changed?

Viktor : "My first day ? *laughs* "They threw my stuff out of the balcony, Freddy smoked all of my cigarettes, Brahms ate my last chocolate bar, Michael glared at me all day, Jason almost cut off my head, the Penny Brothers wanted to eat me, Arthur shot me and to finish, they buried me alive..It was the best day of my life ! They did change a bit since then..Less murders on the compound. I mean, that means less corpses for me, which is good for them, but not so much for me. I'm a coroner afterall !"

Liam : "My first day..Let's see..They killed half of my men and I had to spend 2 months in the hospital after they broke my arm, my clavicle and my ribcage..It was terrifying and I hope to never have to experience that day again. Oh ! And they also set the hospital on fire..But, I must admit that they are far nicer to the staff now, and a lot less violent than they used to be. They seem to understand us a bit better and don't search to kill us as often as they used to. However, I won't bet my life on it."

Father Cornelius : "I..I prayed. I remember crying when I saw all the dead bodies..So many of them. I was getting along just fine with Michael who still comes sometimes. However, when I arrived, I had no idea of what I was up against. They broke my nose on the first day and Freddy haunted my dreams for weeks..I still have the scars and the burns to prove it. I do think that they are fighting for redemption, but they still got a long way to go.."

Amita : "Nuh-uh. I warned them from the start. If they tried anything funny ? I would shoot them. I'm used to dealing with slashers and they know better than to mess with me. Of course, Brahms did try to strangle me and Michael almost cut off my arm..But, I managed. Michael is a lot calmer now that he's got a new hobby..He likes to cook and it's always nice to have company in the kitchen. Fortunately for me, I'm somewhere none of the other slashers really go to, unless you're talking about the Penny Brothers. They are always there ! Asking me if I got some fresh meat all the time ! But, I'm happy to see them, that means less people will get eaten..They've been coming more and more, which means they're trying, even Pennywise."

Eva *stunned* : "They did all that to you ?! Well..We had very different first days. First, I hugged Brahms, then I hugged Michael, then I hugged Jason and then, I tried to hug Freddy, but..*bites her lower lip guiltily* I don't think he wanted one ? He did scratch me, but it wasn't on purpose ! He just wasn't used to people actually touching him. He's not bad ! None of them are ! Plus, they're cool now ! I haven't gotten any report of a missing staff member in more than a month ! I was pretty scared at first, sure..like anyone. But, I quickly learned that fear only makes things worse ! So, I try not to be scared (even though I'm still terrified of Penny..)"

[awkwardpaulie]

The Child (Pregnancy Part 3)

1. The Adopted

• The midwife escorts the baby throughout the process. They're present during the birth, the hospital stay, the adoption process. They foster the child for a bit, before sending them off with their new parents, with the letter of course.

• The new parents absolutely adore the child. They give them all the love and care in the world. They're doing their best at raising their first child.

• They stay in England, only leaving for vacations, birthdays, etc.

• The child is intelligent, developing fast, and inherit both you and Brahms qualities.

• But, the child is odd, nonetheless...

• It starts around age 5 with the rats that burrowed into the walls. They were found dead and dismembered.

• Then, the neighbor's pets go missing... corpses found in the woods, dismembered, disemboweled... displayed...

• At age 9, a mysterious arsonist causes terror for a while... trash bins set ablaze, then vehicles, then animal corpses...

• One day, the child has a mysterious burn on their arm when they return to their parents.

• The signs pile up and the parents know exactly what is happening.

• They know who the child will become and ask you and Brahms for help.

• They meant well when they read the letters. Their child was a baby when they read it. They were curious, honestly.

• The child is still young, around their preteens, when they read the letter. They want to meet you and Brahms.

• You welcome them with open arms, naturally. Brahms, though, hides in the walls.

• He doesn't want them to come back. They took your attention for almost 10 months. Now, they're coming back to take it back.

• The child is hesitant and cold at first, but slowly opens up as they observe you.

• While you and the parents talk, the child explores the house.

• Brahms watches them as they enter his childhood room. He hardly uses that since he stays with you in your room.

• Brahms comes out when he sees the child's burn scar.

• The child knows, maybe by intuition, that Brahms is their father.

"So... You're my dad..."

*Brahms nods slowly*

• The child opens up more easily to Brahms, feeling that he is like them... He is odd, like them...

"How did you get your scar?... I got mine from a wildfire... California... My mum and dad wanted to spend my birthday at Disneyland... Let's just say that California is always on fire, so adding one more won't be suspicious."

"... I tried to burn this place down... it didn't work."

• They sit at the small table to talk as the child plays with the puzzle toys.

"How old were you when you killed your first?... I haven't done mine, yet..."

"I was eight when I killed her..."

"Did you get away with it?"

"Not really."

• You find them in the room, talking about the best way to subdue a target.

"Okay, you guys can continue this later because lunch is ready. Come on, sweetie."

• Brahms holds your hand as both of you escort your child to the parlor room. Your child can see how enamored both of you are with each other.

• But, they don't really understand why you didn't want to include them with your little family...

• Your talk with the parents yielded an unusual plan for the child. You, basically, suggest turning the child into a Dexter Morgan-type serial killer.

• They're unsure, but you want them to keep an open mind.

• Before the family leaves, you tell the child that they're always welcomed back here. If they ever need anything, both you and Brahms are a phone call away.

• Brahms is still unsure about the child, but he wants to talk more with them... they're fascinating... they're more like him than he realized.

• You want to keep a hand extended to the family in case they're over their head. You've dealt with Brahms' similar behavior and through trial and error, things have been fairly smooth.

• Your child is amazed at how prepared and accepting you are of their oddities. Their friends come and go, therapists and psychiatrist ask for impossible requests or uncomfortable adjustments. Teachers reject them or ignore them.

• But you weren't disgusted or scared or upset... you only ask about their hobbies and respond with interest. No matter how graphic the details got.

"Oh, you dismembered a raccoon? How did you manage to catch one! Did you keep the pelt?"

"N-no, but the blood was fun and-and it scared the neighbors when they saw it on the road!"

• At the end of the visit, the child feels slightly better on their view towards their biological parents. 

• Brahms only tolerates the child because they seem more of himself in them.

• Of course, you adore the child. A little surprised that they’re showing psychopathic/sociopathic traits, but you only want them to be happy and safe.

#Brahms Heelshire #Brahms #Heelshire #the boy 2016 #slashers #part 3 #reader insert #reader #Brahms x Reader

[lil-red-horror]

A Caring Heart - Slashers x Nurse!Reader

Warnings: None! :)

Author’s note:  Please know this, if there is any errors with the story either a grammar or spelling error, I’m so sorry. :( My English isn’t the greatest and I’m trying my best. So, if you see one, feel free to DM me about it! I won’t mind

                                                     Chapter 9

                                                𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼

     As the last times, you followed both men. You never heard of the name “Jed Olsen”, but you knew somehow you’ll probably be hearing that name a lot. Heath started the explanation about Jed.

    “Well, this guy is a mystery to us. We can barely get any info from him or others. It’s just like he had no life before he got here. But, all we know is his name, Jed Olsen. He was behind the stalking and murders of multiple people. The cops never thought they would catch the guy, but one night he was caught in the act. Some say he wanted to be found.”

    Heath then shrugged, “But, hey, just a rumor. Who knows.”

    It stuck with you on how people say he wanted to be found. Why would someone with such a high record of body counts just want to end? But like Heath said, they were rumors. The only one who would know would be Jed himself. You hardly doubt that someone who is stubborn as he sounds would give that information up though.

    Hernandez then continued on with the information on him. “Another thing, Jed has his own little fan group.”

    Now that perked your attention. “Billy and Stu are that fan group, believe it or not. They tried copying his whole technique and costume. But as you saw, they failed horribly. And you know who isn’t so pleased with that?”

   Hernandez looked over at you waiting for a response. You knew exactly the right answer and spoke up, “Jed?”.

    Hernandez smiled, “Bingo, kid.” He chuckled to himself, “He was furious when they both came in claiming to be the real Ghostface. He nearly blew a fuse and caused a whole lockdown because of how irritated he was.”

    You were taken back that he was that angry over some high school copycats. However, you could never understand how it would feel to get your own special, serial killer, technique stolen...by high schoolers.

    Heath then cleared his voice, a sign for attention on him. He then spoke up. “Alright, alright. Enough chit-chat, let’s just get moving. He must be waiting for us.”

   You all headed up to the door and Hernandez unlocked it. “Alright Jed, we have a nurse we want you to meet. She’ll be your new caregiver, give her some respect and treat her better than you did to the last one.”

   After he said those words, you gave a nasty look to Heath. Trying to tell him in your facial expression ‘You didn’t tell me about that!’. All he did was give a nervous chuckle and look back at the door. As Hernandez opens the door-leaving a peek of it open-he let you and Heath in. He soon followed in after.

   The room was tidy, a bit scruffy. But it’s better than the other rooms. Jed was at his desk, clearly writing something in his journal. The pages were filled to the brim with text, which was all unreadable from afar. Now, Jed wasn’t what you expected. You thought he was a stronger built man, tall, a lot of scars, maybe blonde? But no, he wasn’t any of those things. The man in front of you was short, thinner than Brahms but bigger than Norman, and a brunette. You were almost right about the scars, he didn’t have as much as you thought. But he did have one, it was on his forehead. Clearly old, because of the fade in it. He had a tiny scruffy beard and thick, short brown hair. His eyes were dark, obviously brown. His eyes screamed danger and death. Showing no humanity left in him, only anger and greed.

   You were distracted looking at the man that you almost didn’t notice Heath trying to catch your attention. “Hello, Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need to step out, because we can if you want.” You shook your head to snap out of your thoughts.

   “No, no. I’m fine, just thinking. I’m sorry…” You gave a pity laugh to try to ease the room. “I’m Y/N; nice to meet you Jed.” You held out your hand to him, hoping to distract everyone from your little day dream.

   Jed stood up from his chair. He quickly fixed his hair and smiled at you. Jed grabbed your hand and shook it. “It’s okay, Doll. I have that trick on women, don’t worry.” With that he winked. You could tell he was a “lady’s man”, you couldn’t wait to deal with that in the future. You then let go of his hand quickly. Nervous that he might kiss yours if you let him hold it any longer.  

   Hernandez then came in, “Alright buddy. Relax on the flirting. We just came here to get you both introduced to each other.” You nodded in response. “Yes, I just wanted to say my name is Y/N. Which you probably already knew. And that it is a pleasure to meet and get to work with you.”

   Jed smiled, “And I hope to say the same in the future.”. Heath then put his hand on your shoulder, “Alrighty, that seems enough for now. Right Hernandez?” Hernandez agreed. “Yes, definitely.”

   They led you out the door. But before they could fully get you out, you heard Jed speak: “I hope to see you more Y/N. I can’t wait to have a great chemistry with you…”. You knew he was smirking when saying it. It gave a chilling feeling down your neck. His words were seductive and frightful. That’s probably how he brought in his victims. It was almost hypnotizing.

   Heath gave a nervous chuckle and spoke up, “We should have probably mentioned his flirtatious side. He gets like that with everyone. It’s almost luring really.” All you could do is smile and shake your head. Hernandez then said, “Honestly, he almost got me there!”

   Heath and you both looked at him smiling. Hernandez nervously laughed, “Kidding of course! I mean i would never, ever do that-” He kept one mumbling, trying to make things less awkward. But all it did was make it more awkward.

   Heath then patted his back, “It’s okay bud. We get it.”. Hernandez’s cool, relaxed personality he first showed is now replaced with an embarrassed one.

   You smiled, “Yeah, it’s fine really. Anyways, we’re getting distracted from our main task. Who else is on the list of people to meet Hernandez!”

   He smiled, “I think next is the other copy-cat ghostface: Billy Loomis.”

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[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Yandere Michael, Pyramid, and Brahms

Request :  Could you make a picture of Yandere? From Prefenricia Michael, Pyramid Head and Brahms what would they be like if they were Yanderes? And how did they they met your S/O? (Ps: if possible it may be in the scenario of dbd in the case of Michael and Pyramid Head)

In all honesty I don’t really think they would be much different with their s/o if they were yanderes, but I tried my best to amp up their murderous possessiveness and or jealousy so I hope you enjoy this! These are also much longer than I am used to writing which I think makes them a little better. I also changed up Pyramid Head just a little with his Cage of Atonement so it doesn’t send you off and he an stand by it for as long as he wants.

Warning - Violence, murder, you know the basics for these babes ;)

- Michael Myers -

- You had just gotten into this unknown realm right after Laurie had gotten there, so you both stayed close together helping each other as newbies. She told you about her brother who she had a match or two with before you had come along.

- You had gotten into a match and unfortunately you hadn’t gotten paired up with Laurie this time, so you had to trust yourself and the three other teammates who you didn’t really know to get through this hell.

- When Michael had seen you, it was like everything for him had changed. He was so used to only thinking about Laurie, but somehow you had gathered all of his attention. This did not go unnoticed by the other survivors either. They had seen him once or twice but he never seemed to notice them.

- He was completely infatuated with you. He couldn’t care less about any of the other survivors who were in the game, he continued to only keep track of you and what you were doing as one after another the generators popped.

- There was nothing that could stop him from making you his, no one or thing would keep you from him.

- The entire match you couldn’t get him off you. It was like you could never loose this man; some how always knowing where you were, and where you were going. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the last generator popped and you might actually be able to get out and forget about this situation until the next match that you had with this thing.

- Right as you were getting to the exit gates where the loud ring sounded you saw the three others, Meg, Bill, and Quentin, waiting for you there. Relief flooded through you as you continued to get closes when you noticed that the others were getting progressively more frantic; as their waves and points got more anxious and sporadic.

- You could feel hi behind him chasing after you, you had felt it all game. You were just a few feet away from the others where they were trying to help body block for you and hopefully get between you and The Shape to slow him down, when you felt him grab you by the back of your collar and pick you up.

- The others screamed in protest but were forced out of the gates by Michael as he rapidly swung at the air hoping and successfully scaring them out.

- As he turned around to walk away from the gates, and you saw the backs of your fleeing teammates, you stopped struggling in his grasp knowing that there was no way of getting out of it, he had an iron grip on you.

- He had shoved you onto the hook as you screeched in pain. He had cut off the bottom half of your shirt and slowly began to carve something into your lower abdomen. You knew that the hook pierces never scared if you suffered a demise via hook, but “smaller” injuries such as cuts, scrapes, etc. scarred. You were in too much pain to look down while he was writing something, but once he pulled away you finally could see what he did to you.

- “MICHAEL M.” was written in big letters across your stomach, as your eyes widened in horror. Did he just... claim you in a way? A knot formed in your stomach as the realization dawned on you. You had become his obsession. Laurie had spoken briefly about what obsessions were and how almost everyone seemed to be the obsession to one of the killers. But wasn’t Laurie his obsession? I guess it no longer mattered now as you stared down at the pale mask with the soulless black holes atop his eyes.

- Right before one of the entity’s long pincers could come down to impale you and hoist you off, Michael grabbed ahold of your hand and flipped it so that your palm was facing up, as he slowly carved one more “M” into it. You had a feeling this was going to be how all of you matches with him were going to go.

- Pyramid Head -

- You saw him as you finished the generator in the clocktower causing it to go off, alarming anyone and everything in the immediate vicinity. He was lumbering up the stairs, his large knife cutting a slit into the floor before barbed wire and sharp metal erupted from it.

- You sprinted away from him, jumping down a hole hoping to get some distance or all together lose him, but when you landed a piercing pain shot through your feet as you realized you stepped on a cleverly set up slit in the ground.

-Your heart beat and pained groan rang through his head wrapping itself around his brain. He wanted to hear you again. Wanted to watch you try to limp as fast as you could away from him. He had never seen someone as skilled as you. Sure you made his once fairly easy job harder, but he had to give credit where credit was due.

- You fascinated him, and he wanted to know more, to see more, to hear more of you. He couldn’t let you leave. It would be far too long before the chance of getting you in another match with him.

- He had continued to focus on you, watching you continue to do generators, or help your fellow teammates. The was you focused on them enraged the monster. How dare they keep your attention, how dare you focus on them without even thinking of him.

- Slowly one by one the other three met their demise, The Executioner torturing them more than normal. Their punishment needed to be even harsher to make them learn not to distract what was his.

- You heard every single one of the pained screams of your teammates, flinched every time as they screamed out for help. You still had to do two generators, so it was no use since you were the last one alive; he could easily hear where you were. You continued to limp through the school, never getting the chance to have your teammates patch up your wounds from stepping over his trail.

- It didn’t surprise you when you heard the heavy footsteps and the screeching of The Executioners blade against the ground. You didn’t have much hope left in your body.

-Eventually Pyramid head put you to the ground and sent you to the Cage of Atonement, and then found you once again. There he stood in front of you just staring at you as you shifted painfully around in the cage.

- It shocked you when you felt his large hand come up to feel your face, watching you start to shift away as best you could. He pet you gently, and you could sense something changing on this inside of him, something scary, and possessive. You knew this wasn’t going to be good even after this match ended. You knew the next time you faced the large creature, he would find you. He would always find you.

- Brahms Heelshire -

- You had stumbled into what had seemed like an abandoned mansion with one of your friends after your car had broken down and miles away from any form of civilization. You knew it would be a while before any towing company could get to you guys, so you thought your luck had finally turned around when you found this newly abandoned big home.

- Brahms instantly gravitated towards you, looking for something to fill the giant hole that Greta had left in his chest. Everything about you drew him in. The way you sounded, the way you looked, the way your hips moved as you swayed to the old classical records that were left in his house.

-Your friend on the other hand? He needed to go. Now.

-Brahms hated the way that your friend looked at you. Hated the way that he laughed at your jokes, or put a hand on your shoulder. That was supposed to be him. He was supposed to be the one touching you. Talking to you. Existing with you.

- Late at night, Brahms quietly made it to the room your friend was sleeping in. He needed to make it look like he had just gotten up and left you there. So as quickly and quietly as he could, he smothered your friend with a pillow, suffocating him. Luckily for Brahms, your friend never really put up much of a fight, too deep in sleep and too weak from oxygen loss to push him off.

- When you woke up in the morning, it was odd not to see your friend sitting in the living room waiting for you to get up, and when you walked into his room, you found it to be completely empty, bed made perfectly, not a single on of his belongings in site.

- He watch you from the walls as your body shook in the living room, as you realized he must’ve left without you in the night. You had wondered what you did wrong to make him just abandon you, and that’s when you realized you were still not alone.

- “You did nothing wrong, he was just a big meanie.” You gasped and shot up as you saw the grown man standing behind you staring at you.

-The minute you sprinted for the door, was the minute Brahms had made up his mind. He knew that you weren’t going to stay with him, even if he did capture you and keep you there. He knew you would never stop trying to escape.

-If he couldn’t have you, no one in the world could have you.

#Michael Myers #pyramid head #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #michael myers x reader #pyramid head x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #halloween #the shape #The Executioner #silent hill #the boy 2016 #the boy

[horrorstreet]

Soulmates Surprise

Request: BRAHMS ,,, i need ,., stinky wall boy thirst or ill combust please im begging you

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: In a world where soulmates injuries appear on the others skin, you feel the pain of Brahms burn at a young age and live your life the best you can. When you get a nanny job at the Heelshire mansion, things take an unexpected turn and Brahms gets the biggest surprise of his life.

Brahms x reader

Warnings: Angst, burns, scars, blood, bullying.

Quick Note!: I had this sitting here for the longest time and didn’t feel great about it but I tried to make it better. So so so so so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!

Almost everyone is born with a soulmate. Some are born without that special connection to someone their souls are tied to. While most would say that it was a curse to not find the person who would bring you happiness, some would call it a blessing. It happened not too long ago that people began to receive soulmates and no one knew where this strange change was coming from. Scientists still scramble for a reason for what caused the strange connection that tethers two people together and it has yet to be discovered, remaining a mystery to all. In this world, when one is connected with a soulmate, any injury that their partner receives will appear on their soulmate's body and the pain carries along with it and there is no finding to prove a way to prevent this. On the bright side, when one finds their soulmate, all of those injuries and the pain that comes along with it disappear. Almost as if time erases the marks it has made on that person leaving them spotless.

You were born in perfect health, a happy baby, and your parents thought you were just precious. All was well and your parents were convinced you would live a happy and safe life up until your 8th birthday. You had been enjoying our 8th birthday, happy to be growing up and getting presents and eating cake when it took a turn for the worst. Little did you know that it would be the last day of your “normal” life. It wasn't long after you turned 8 that something felt strange to you. You were playing in your room with all of your new gifts and toys when you suddenly felt suffocated. The air you inhaled felt  thick and you began to cough. You had dropped everything you were holding to the floor, bringing your hands up to your neck and started coughing harder and harder trying to breath in the perfectly clean air around you. You parents ran into your room hearing your struggle and tried patting you on the back, not aware of what was going on. Your coughing started to mix with horrifying screams as you felt a serious burning cover your neck. It was the worst pain you had experienced so far in your life and the day your parents feared had finally come. Your hands desperately clawed at your own face, peeling off the skin which was seemingly melting away around your right eye while your parents tried to stop you from doing any further damage but it was too far gone to save any skin now. 

After the first wave of pain hit you, your parents rushed you to the hospital as fast as they could, not caring for anything else going on around them. It was common for a hospital to be full, soulmate injuries happening all the time. It was actually the most common place to meet your other half but this was not your case at all and wouldn't be for a very long time. Doctors and nurses rushed you into the emergency room, alerting the workers of what had happened to you and successfully catching the attention of everyone around you including waiting patients. When others around you had seen your melted face, many vomited right then and there while others shied away from the sight, close to adding to the mess of puke already on the floor. The nurses' faces went pale as they looked over your injury and you began screaming again, feeling a horrible pressure press up against your burn. Your soulmate must be trying to fix their own burn on their own because the pressure felt a lot like a small hand pressed up against the side of your face, making the burning sensation even worse. The nurses' eyes dripped with tears from the sight of the terribly injured child before them but quickly collected themselves like they were taught to and knew that they had to get themselves under control for your sake and to make you feel better and heal as fast as you could. You cried out for your parents as you were taken away by a doctor and her nurses around her. “Everything is going to be ok.” They promised you. “It will all be better soon.” But the scar the incident left behind would only bring you more pain than you ever would have expected. 

Upon waking up, you were unable to see out of your right eye and began to panic. “Mommy! Daddy! … Mommy!!” You screamed out, thrashing around in your hospital bed. Nurses quickly rushed into the room and held you down to prevent you from messing with your face for a second time, worrying that they were too late. Another ran in and stopped when she saw the heartbreaking scene and slowly walked over to you. “My dear, you are going to have to calm down. You are hurting yourself.” She instructed, taking your small hand in hers. “Mommy?” You hiccuped, your face wet with tears. “No, darling. They will be back soon.” She told you, giving you a sad smile. You took a small shaky breath, tears still falling down your face and nodded to her, curling your small hand into a fist in her hold, slowly pulling away. “Why can’t I see?” You whimpered, reaching a hand up to touch whatever was keeping you from seeing. “No,no! Don’t touch it! You have a wrap over your face to help you get better ok? You won’t be able to see for awhile.” She explained. “Oh…” Was all you could think to say and laid back down with your face pointed at the ceiling. A few of the nurses left your hospital room while others stayed to check your vitals which did startle you. Who were these people and where were your parents? All you wanted was your parents. 

It wasn’t until the next day did your wish come true. Your parents rushed into your room to see you and your mother crumbled into your father's side in tears. You recognize your father standing in the door and reached out for him. “Hello, princess …” He smiled at you, taking your hand. “Daddy!” You giggled, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through the injured half of your face. “Yes, hello! How are you feeling?” He asked you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your mother cleaned the tears off of her face and smiled at you, taking your other hand. “I can’t see.” You told them, looking over at your mother. “What?” You mom asked, her face dropping. “My eye is covered. They said it was going to make me feel better!” You happily explained to her with the part of your smile that wasn't covered. “Oh… dear, you frightened me …” She sighed, a hand resting on her chest. “I'm sorry, mommy.” You apologized, squeezing her hand. “Oh! Dear, no! You are perfectly fine!” She chuckled, running her thumb over your hand. Your smile returned to your face after hearing your mother's words and you told them about all of the nice nurses that had been helping you while they were gone. They were pleased to hear about how well things went and made sure to thank all nurses and doctors that helped their daughter recover. You went home with the bandage still on your face which meant you would need your parents help getting around and taking care of the injury but you weren't complaining. 

Your parents loving looks towards you never changed unlike those around you. As you healed, you were able to remove your bandage from off of your eye and you were absolutely happy to be able to see everything from your right eye again. Your skin felt like it was tugging at the side of your face and everything felt so rough to you. The first time you looked into the mirror after the incident, you almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. Your hair was untouched and so was your eye but the skin on the right half of your face was red and scarred and you feared yourself for the longest time. Your parents explained to you that nothing had changed about you as a person, your face just healed the best it could and tried its best to return to its original look. They made you feel proud of your appearance and body but others did the opposite. 

“Ew! What happened to your face!” They would point and laugh and grimace and when you tried to tell them what your parents had told you, they completely broke you apart. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t one to take insults like that. You shot back 10 times harder and let your young voice be heard. It happened all the time but you had already accepted yourself and what had happened so any negative comments people would throw your way would do absolutely nothing to you and only made you feel more and more confident in yourself. “They don’t know what it’s like and that’s ok. I am beautiful.” You encourage yourself with your head held high. 

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“Good luck and we love you.” Your mother sniffled. “Please, don’t cry, mother! I will be back soon. I will visit as much as I can.” You told her, taking her hands. “I know, I know. But you’re just so far away.” She wiped her tears away, reminding you of that day in the hospital. “You stay out of trouble, now.” Your father smiled, bringing you into a hug. “I can’t promise anything.” You chuckled. Your father shook his head and let you go and you took a deep breath. “Bye mom … dad.” You waved, trying your hardest not to cry. “Goodbye, dear. We love you.” Your mom waved back, standing at her husband's side. “I love you guys more. Goodbye.” Your mom shook her head and continued to wave as the car you got in drove off down the road, the figure of your parents getting smaller and smaller. 

When you were too far to see them anymore, you moved out of the window and sat down. “Quite the goodbye.” The driver said, looking at you through the mirror. “The hardest.” You replied, looking down at your bag. It was silent for a while till the driver spoke up but not without hesitation. “I know this may be rude …. But I was wondering what is on your face?” He asked, glancing at you through the mirror every other second, most likely examining your mask. You were silent, thinking of how to answer his question this time around when he spoke up. “I'm sorry… I shouldn’t have asked …” He apologized, scratching his stubble covered chin. “No, no. It’s ok. Uhm, when I was younger, I got a pretty nasty burn. It bothered people a lot so I figured I would wear a mask. Makes it easier for me and them.” You told him, reaching under your mask to itch your scars which he noticed. “Is it uncomfortable?” He asked again, not bothering to look back at you again. “Yeah,” You sighed. “It gets on my nerves a lot.” You said to him, pulling your mask back into place. “You don’t have to wear it here. I'm not one to judge.” He smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked, reaching up to take the mask off. He nodded his head and looked back at the road to focus on driving and you thanked him. You smiled and removed the mask from your face, undoing the straps and putting it in your bag. 

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“Here we are. You sure you don’t want me to drive you all the way up there?” He asked, turning around to look at you, not flinching away at your scar covered face at all. “I'm alright. Thank you so much. You really do have a kind soul, sir.” You said while pulling your bags out of the car. “Well, thank you too. And hey, as much as people might get in your hair because of the way you look, you keep moving forward. You're a strong kid. I can tell.” You nodded at him and waved goodbye as he drove off back to the main road. You walked through the large open gates and up the gravel path to the large house that awaited you. 

“Uhm …” 

Knock 

Knock

You hit the door with your knuckles and waited for someone to open the door. You jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, its old hinges screeching against each other. “Hello?” You called out, walking through the door. “My name is (y/n). I'm the nanny?” You raised a brow and set your things down on the couch by the door and looked around. You wandered around the house, peeking into every room to get a feel for the place when you stumbled across a neat, typed out sheet of rules that sat right next to a porcelain doll.  “Brahms?” You picked the doll up and held it out in front of you, really questioning if this is what you came all this way for. “Oh my god. What did I just get myself into.” You mumbled to yourself. “Ms (L/n) I presume?” A voice greeted from behind you. You gasped and carefully laid the doll down on its side to turn around. An older lady stood at the bedroom door with a smile on her face, waiting for your reply. “Mrs. Heelshire. I am so, so sorry. The door just opened … on its own? So I walked in but no one was there.” You explained to her in a flustered manner. “No worries, it must have been Brahms that opened the door. I'm surprised he did that.” She gestured to the doll. You gave out a few laughs before looking at her face and realizing she was serious. You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet and back up to her. “I am glad you have already had the chance to meet and hold Brahms. He really does seem to like you.” Mrs. Heelshire shrugged. “Oh, yes. He is a very lovely boy.” You nodded which made her smile. “I'm glad to hear that. Me and my husband are leaving tonight so I figured I would explain everything to you before we left.” Mrs. Heelshire said while walking over to the doll and picking it up off of its side to sit it back up. 

_______

“Goodbye.” You closed the door behind the two and let out a long breath. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell.” You panicked, looking around the large house. You were about to enter the kitchen when you heard a door slam shut, making you yelp. “Hello! Who’s there!” You shouted out, grabbing a large knife to protect yourself with. Another door slammed shut behind you making you scream and run up to your room with the knife held tightly in your right hand. “Brahms! If this is you!” You shakily called out to the boy. “Play with me.” A young boy's voice called out to you. The adrenaline racing throughout your body made your heart pump and brought tears to your eyes. “Ok. I'm coming.” You took a deep breath and put the knife down, making the decision to play it safe in case there were to be an actual child running around the long halls of the large mansion. You walked into Brahms’s bedroom and slowly walked over to the doll sitting on the bed. You looked around to see if there was an actual child hiding somewhere nearby but when you found nothing, you quickly looked back over to the doll. “You wanna play?” You asked the doll, picking it up and resting it on your hip. “Well, that isn’t on the list, so.” You scolded him, picking the paper up off the covers and reading over it. 

You started with his lessons, sitting him by you while you struggled to play the piano. After about an hour of that, you picked Brahms up and carried him to a large chair that you pulled in front of your own seat. You picked up a poem book and began to read to him loud and clear for as long as needed and played his music. You walked around the house with Brahms to clean the place up, dusting, wiping things down, sweeping and mopping everything you could while swaying to the sound of the song playing in the background. When the music stopped, you left Brahms to put everything away. When you came back, Brahms was no longer sitting where he once was and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. “Brahms?” You yelled, quickly walking all throughout the house trying to find where he went off too. “I'm sorry. I forgot about the rule to never leave you alone.” You apologized to him once you found him looking out the glass doors that lead to a balcony on the top floor. You picked him up and looked outside at the green trees surrounding the place. It was warm enough that you wouldn’t want to layer up during the daytime so you figured it would be nice to take him to the balcony. 

Lifting the latch to the door, you pulled them open to let in the fresh outside air. “Nice, isn’t it.” You smiled walking forward to lean on the railing with Brahms still in your arms but you weren't expecting the railing underneath you to be so weak and crumble apart when you put your weight on it and you fell forward. The broken stone stabbed into your stomach as you fell down to the ground, trying to curl your body to keep Brahms safe but you were too late in catching yourself and began to fall off of the balcony. You let out a very loud scream as you fell off the platform, throwing Brahms behind you so he didn’t fall down with you. You had thought that you had met your end until you felt a large hand grip the back of your shirt and prevent you from falling all the way to the ground from the top floor. The person behind you grabbed your leg and pulled you back onto the balcony, hugging you close. You were about to scream out for the stranger to let you go but felt a warm feeling flow throughout your body. Your burns marks began to disappear and the scratches and stab wound closed up and the dark blood that stained your clothing was the only proof left that it had actually happened. 

Brahms felt the change as well and let you go so he could back away to reach his hand under his mask to feel his face. It felt smooth under his touch for once and he was startled. What have you done? Where were his scars? He snapped his head up to look at you and you quickly stood up to run off. You didn’t catch him speed off until he was already through the doors, the doll in his hand. “Wait! Hold on!” You called after him, quickly getting up and pulling your mask off of your face to let it fall to the ground. You had abandoned it with the broken stones that made up the railing of the balcony and left the doors open as well. You sprinted after him, catching his sleeve in the process and pulled as hard as you could. Brahms stumbled back and wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting you up before slamming you into the ground. Your head collided with the hardwood floor of the house leaving you dizzy and causing Brahms to feel the same. He loosened his grip on your throat and waited for the throbbing in the back of his head to stop before looking back at you. When he felt his airway closing up as he held his large hand down on your throat, it finally hit him. “Soulmate.” A deeper voice whispered. His hand lifted off of your neck allowing you to take a deep breath of air and pulled you back into his lap. 

The doll was discarded by a decorative chair by the both of you and his new free hand came over to wrap itself around your body. He held you as close as he could, his mask getting in the way of him pressing his face into your hair. He removed his mask without a second thought and nuzzled his face into your neck. He had never felt this type of calm before. It was new to him and it made his heart beat fast and his skin tingle. You tried moving away from the man holding you but his grip on you only got tighter. He found his other half and there was no way he was letting you go now. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. You closed your eyes and leaned back into Brahms chest and felt a feeling that you had never felt before. 

Love

You felt at home in his arms. You didn’t care if it was in the snow, in the heat, or in the dirt. Wherever he was, was where your home would be. He felt the need to be closer to you than possible and just held you there, enjoying the time he was sharing with you. “(Y/n)...” The low voice spoke just above a whisper. Hearing him speak made you want to cry a river of tears of joy. His voice was like a sweet melody in your ears, so soft and soothing and you could listen to it all day long. You could listen to it for the rest of your life.

#brahms heelshire #brahms #brahms the boy #the boy #brahms x reader #brahms imagine #brahms heelshire x reader #slasher blog #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you

[tess-timony]

OK @elithorwig SENT A THING ABOUT BODY HCS (I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT) AND BILLY BEING PUDGY AND LIKE I HAVE HAD A LOT OF BODY HCS FOR THE MAIN THREE TWINKS THAT LIVE IN MY BRAIN IN DEPTH SO HERE IT GOES OK:

Brahms

- He's obviously pretty broad, he has prominent bones if that makes sense? His collar bones are Very Noteable

- He's more muscle than anything else, top heavy

- He is hairy. That's canon. I think he does prefer to be groomed vs not at LEAST? He only really was that dirty because he has to hide in a wall, considering it's Brahms, I think it's ooc for him to want to dwell in filfth

- He doesn't really shave though despite that? He doesn't really equate that to elegance or at this point he really does not Fucking Care. I think he'd groom his face but not really his body that much

- He has a happy trail yes he does bc I said so 😖

- He's relatively pretty sturdy and strong, but I don't think he has like a six pack or anything? I think his chest is p hard but he has a soft stomach.

- He has small eyebags, he wakes up a lot at night and has issues falling back asleep

- I hc him as a cis guy!

Billy

- Okay, so considering his situation, I think his body 100% fluctuates. His body puts on weight pretty quick due to not having a lot of access to it a lot of his life but it's never anything too drastic.

- He usually is at an average weight though, maybe a bit higher on the average scale but still fairly normal? At his best at least. He's been severely malnourished before and extremely lanky, but I think if he has an actual home he steals food that's Quick and Filling and he hoards a lot (which is something Brahms did tok, but Billy does it on a more drastic scale)

- His body is sorta still awkward, he has bad posture and usually hutches over, and his arms a bit too long. Nothing inhumane, he just has long limbs in general for some god forsakened reason?

- His fat is stored mainly in his tummy and upper legs/thighs, so the opposite of Brahms in a sense?

- Bad eyebags and also extremely fucked up teeth! They're aged and yellow but his breathe usually isn't bad which is a relief.

- I hc him as a pre-T transman so he's not really that hairy anywhere but he does have a vague happy trail! He has some hair and it's pretty notable bc his hair is Dark

Leslie

- TWINK. TWINK. TWINK. TWI

- He has some muscle but he's a twink. He's a picture perfect twink. He's the twinkest fucking slasher

- He also cannot grow hair really minus his face. He's tried but it always comes off spotchy and weird like a teen-age boy starting to grow hair so he shaves it off

- His teeth and hygine is pretty good! He has accessible resources so it's not that hard for him to keep up with it all

- He is pretty scarred up on his chest and stuff though due to The Business©

- He has v prominent top surgery scars and huge nipples :)

- He's also trans! Post T and top surgery, pre bottom.

#fun fact I listened to doja cat writing this because I'm insane #god #help me #behind the mask #leslie vernon #Billy lenz #black christmas #the boy #brahms heelshire #[the moaner calls] #slashers #sorry I am gay

[batsforbadones]

Can we get some nsfw headcanons for Micheal, Brahms, Hellboy, and Pavi, with a S/O with a attitude problem? ~Shilohh

I don’t write for hellboy, as I’ve never read the comics or seen the movies, but I’ll do my best with the others!

MICHEAL MYERS

- You talk so much out of that top hole that Micheal’s been tempted on more than one occasion to riddle you with five more. He’d be willing to fuck them, too. They probably wouldn’t bite when he put his dick in. - You bit him once- gave him a pretty little scar at the base of his dick and he boxed your fucking lights. One swift fist swinging into the side of your skull, knocked you out slick. You woke up on the bed, and he’s standing over you. - “ I’ll do it again. “ You threaten. - He barely even registers it.  - You try it- Not the next time- not the time after that- but when he’s least expecting it. He’s sitting down, hands on his legs as you go in, and he sees your jaw stutter.  - He rips you off by your jaw, grabbing you by it, four fingers in your mouth, and he slams you to the floor. You hit it hard, and he’s on you in a moment, tearing off clothes. - He plants himself between your legs, forcing all digits except for his thumbs in your mouth to spread your maw as wide as he possibly can. You feel like it’s tearing, and he fucks you just like that. - When you’re done, your mouth hurts so bad you can barely open it- Let alone bite.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE - Brahms doesn’t take kindly to you calling him a motherfucker, and then tossing the extension of his body that was the doll aside. He doesn’t take kindly to that insult at all. He never slept with his mom, that just wasn’t true. - You were doing pretty horrible at this job. Cursing up a storm every chance you got. You’d get so many phone calls and leave him alone to travel around the mansion while you chatted. And when those phone calls always ended with something horrid, you’d be bound to put a hole in the wall. In his wall.  - You don’t even kiss him goodnight. You throw the doll and hope it hits the bed which is just downright risky- - You’re breaking so many rules. He was never allowed to break this many rules. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. - It was only a matter of time until you mishandled the doll. - There it goes off the edge of the bed, it’s little porcelain face colliding with hard wood before you could stop it.  - You’re not even upset about it actually breaking, you’re upset about getting in trouble. - He’ll show you trouble alright. - As you’re picking up the glass, he is on you in a heartbeat, dragging you back into the wall as you scream and try and bite at this freak’s hands.  - When he gets you down there, you’re on cold cement, crying as you back up against a wall. He’s rushing around, chest heaving as he whines like a maniac. You are horrified.  - He can’t think of a punishment suitable enough. He didn’t even realize you’d made him this mad. - Hitting you need to be hit- You need hit hard.  - He’s yanking you up and you’re over his knee in a moments notice, him holding you down with one arm while the other plows through sewing kits to find a pair of scissors. - A perfectly good pair of jeans and underwear are ruined just to have your ass bare- He’s beating it black and blue as he screams, roughly. He’s trying to drown you out. You’re so loud, he starts mocking you like people do to babies. - “ Cry, cry, cry! WAH WAH WAH! You’re lucky this is all you’re getting! I got worse! I got worse! “  -...  - “ Why is my knee wet- Did you pee on yourself- ? “ -... - “ Where are you dripping? “

PAVI LARGO

- What’re you doing? Mouthing off? Awwww- That’s precious. Truly. He think it’s precious. - Pavi is quick to put you in your place. If you’ve been running your mouth as of recent, you won’t be doing it for much longer. He found it cute at first. Knowing you were stupid enough to talk back to him when he was already of such high influence really shivered his timbers. But that act gets annoying really quick. - You’re trying to act big and bad, and he invites you up to his chateau sweetily- Nicely- Very gently. He just has to keep this facade up for a moment longer. - The longer he cooks this plan, the sweeter it’ll be.  - And oh boy is the pay off fucking sweet. - Fucking that cocky smile right off your face is truly a feat. You’re practically foaming at the mouth he’s railing you so hard.  - He fucks your mind blank. Breaks your back so hard you’re pretty sure you’ll never be able to walk again. Not that that thought stays in your head long- Another climax passes as he claps your ass and you’re once again incapable of rational thought. - The whole time, as you fade in and out of this realm, he’s screaming something. You have no idea what it is, but - - “ Fuckholes shouldn’t talk - I’ll get the repo-man to repossess that useless mouth of yours! “ - And - “ You were being so mean to me and for what? To get your gene-co spine broken? To get your gene-co owned spine broken?! I legally own that spine, bitch! “ - Are probably safe bets.

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[scarofthewind]

Hi can you write a a nsfw Brahms x reader where they end up getting married from being in a arrange married from childhood and their honeymoon

A/N: Sorry I didn’t have time to write NSFW for this one! I apologize greatly. This is E for the masterlist under Brahms

You remembered the time when you were little. Hating absolutely everything about the other kids your parents introduced you to; except the Heelshire’s son. Brahms was a peculiar boy who hated other children. He hardly spoke to you when you were both forced to play together. But he warmed up to you; started to develop a childish crush on you, to which you returned. 

Your parents from then on informed you that he would be your lover in the future, much to your surprise. You remember sitting out in the grass with the boy, both young and sweet. He made you a flower ring with the small white blossoms that were scattered all about the property. That’s when he promised that he would take care of you. That when you grew up, you’d be his.

Everything that led up to this moment was washed away when the murder and fire consumed your knowledge of the boy you once adored. Of course your parents let you know that he wasn’t dead and that everything was going to be fine, but you didn’t want to listen anymore. You felt betrayed and lied to. That was the last time you had mentioned Brahms to anyone, even yourself for the next fifteen years. You pushed the memories out of your head and you tried to let your future be the focus of your life. 

That’s when you got the letter saying that called you and your parents to the Heelshire Estate for an urgent meeting. Your mother made sure you dressed your absolute best before you were allowed to leave your room. “Make sure to smile.” Your mother told you as they rushed you into the car and off to the place that made you tremble with anxiety. 

When you arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire were standing on the front steps, smiling warmly at you. “My goodness you’ve grown!” Mrs. Heelshire gushed, giving you a tight hug and getting a good look at you. 

“Indeed she has.” Mr. Heelshire replied, ushering everyone inside and shutting the door behind him. “Now, I know you are wondering why we’ve asked you to come back.” He said, looking at you with sad eyes. 

“Yes. Although I’m hoping you’ll answer my questions.” You spoke softly, your heart aching to be in the place where you last saw Brahms. 

“My dear, I don’t believe those questions are for them.” Your father interrupted and you sucked in some air.

“I just want to know why.” You grit your teeth. The Heelshire’s gave each other and look and gestured to the living area. 

“If everything was explained, would you see yourself falling back in love with our son?” Mrs. Heelshire asked, making your stomach twist at the statement.

“You can’t explain murder, Mrs. Heelshire. There’s nothing just about it.” Your eyes stayed on hers and she nodded in full understanding. “But I never fell out of love with Brahms. I cared deeply about him then and still do, even if I try to forget.” The woman smiled and your mother rubbed your back gently, proud of the way you handled the conversation. 

“Wonderful. Then we can proceed with the planning.” 

“Planning?” You questioned your father’s remark. 

“For your marriage of course. You and Brahms are the only ones to carry on our sophisticated bloodlines. We will not have either of you marrying some pitiful lowlife.” Your mother responded. Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire nodded their heads in agreement and you thought for a moment about running out of the house. 

“Of course, how could I forget. Since him and I were children.” Your eyes widened as your parents nodded. The tension and the lack of oxygen in the room made you lean against the wall. How could you have forgotten such a key part of why you had even met him to begin with?

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” Mr. Heelshire asked, concerned. 

With a nod you stood straight, “I’m just going to step outside for a bit. I need some fresh air.” You said, making your way out the door and halfway across the field as fast as you could. 

Bracing yourself against the giant oak tree that adorned their yard, you felt the first of many tears to fall down your face. The stress and pressure of the day was finally getting to you and you could barely breathe as heavy gasps parted your lips. Placing one hand over your chest, you felt your heart beat and tried to calm yourself. “(Y/N)?” A male voice asked from behind you. Immediately you tensed up.

“I’m fine.” You sniffled, wiping away your tears and straightening your posture. Smoothing down your shirt you turned around and froze. You had thought the voice was your father’s or Mr. Heelshire’s. However, you did not expect it to be Brahms. 

Your eyes stared into his from the few feet away he was standing. The man in front of you was tall and lanky, but still had muscle no less. The nice button up shirt he was wearing was open a little to give a peak of the dark curls that littered his chest. However, these weren’t the most startling things about the man. 

The white porcelain doll mask that covered his face was what made you uneasy. “It’s been a while and I have a lot of explaining to do.” He said, breaking the silence. 

“Why did you kill her?” You asked bluntly, making Brahms look to the ground in shame. 

“She was talking mean about you. It made me mad and I couldn’t help myself.” His eyes met yours again and he itched to wipe your tears away, but stayed put. He didn’t want to make things worse. 

“That’s not good enough.” You shook your head. “I need something from you that will make me believe that you didn’t kill her just because you wanted to.”

“I’m telling you the truth, (Y/N).”

“No!” You shouted, stepping towards him. “Do you know how hard it was for me? When you killed that little girl and then ‘died’ in the fire I thought I was going insane.” You snapped, tearing falling once more. “I loved you. I couldn’t believe that the boy I knew hurt someone in such a way and you’re telling me that is was because she was talking mean about me?”

“I was a child! I didn’t know what I was doing until it was done!” Brahms argued back, his voice muffled by the mask that you grew irritated looking at. 

“Take it off.” You seethed, watching his eyes widen.

“Excuse me?” 

“Take the mask off, Brahms.”

“I won’t.” 

You took another step forward towards him and he stepped back, “Take it off or I am leaving. This time, you won’t ever see me again.” In that moment, for a split second, you saw something in his eyes that scared you. Something that told you that he would never let you go. “Please.”

Brahms stared at you for a moment, visibly shaken by your request. Before he could tell you ‘no’ one more time, you spoke, “If you still love me you’ll take it off.” 

“The scars-”

“Have nothing to do with why I want you to take the mask off.” You said softer, deciding it best to be gentle with him. You watched as Brahms slowly nodded, reaching up and sliding the mask away from his face. The curls that adorned his head blocked the view of his eyes so you walked over to him and reached up. He quickly grabbed your wrist, “I can’t see your face with all this hair in the way.” You mumbled, watching as he let your hand go. Instantly you ran your finger through the dark curls, taking in how soft they were and slowly pushing them out of his face. 

The angry red scarred side of his face made your heart ache. His eye was scarred as well, although you couldn’t see it from far away. His eyes peered down at you as you scanned his face. “You still have some freckles left.” You laughed, seeing the small spots across his nose and cheekbones. Your hands cupped his face and then you noticed the beard. “What the hell is this?” You scoffed, tugging on it gently.

Brahms let out a small chuckle and a grin stretched across his face. “I’ve been working on it for years. This is as far as it’s gotten.” He placed his hands over yours and removed them from his cheeks. “I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you, but you’re the only one I want to be with.”

“You made a promise. You have to keep it.” Your statement surprised the man and he looked at you with a shocked expression. “I don’t agree with what you did to that girl. But that was in the past and I am willing to look over it because I can’t stand trying to forget about you and the way I feel about you.”   

“So you’ll stay.” Brahms said as more of a command than a question but you nodded. 

“I’m not going anywhere this time.” You barley had time to finish your sentence before you felt a pair of warm lips on yours. 

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