#brahms heelsire

[rzyraffek]

Slashers with housewife s/o

(She/her)(swf) I was writing it for hour and it didnt save tnere is a lot of dialogue this color is slasher talking and this one is s/o. Its mostly written for fun Request open

Thomas Hewitt

P r o t e c t

He is triple cousious with his victims now! He would not forgive himself if one of them hurt her! And I dont thinl s/o likes gore so dont go near basement hon pls

*tommy vibing outside* "Uhhh Tommy? Theres some guy in livingroom" 🤨😨

Even tho she is hausewife he is hausehusband so yall Just vibe while cooking and cleaning

The Micheal Myers

"Micheal make sure to wear something under this jumpsuit, its cold outside!"

S/o getting him a phone and texting him every second he's out

Please Micheal stop killing people in our livingroom, this carpet costs more that my kidney

Once he gave her a knife he stole from some girl that tried to Defend herself

I can imagine s/o texting him stuff like "at 5pm u better be home, i made your favorite food" he will speedrun to home, he loves food

Collector

*phone rings at 3am* "Honey why you calling me, im at work?" "ASA THERE IS HUGE SPOODER IN BATHROOM HELP I CANT PEE" "omygod not again"

Due to s/o being often home alone (he is busy man) she will probably find some sort of hobby?(obviolusly) I can see her learning how to do crocheting. LIKE IMAGINE: "Asa i made you this cute sweater Look!" (There are to ways he will answer that) option1: "yeaah thanks that suuuper cute will wear it for sure"(never wears it) option 2: "what kind of abomination is that"(will wear it at work)

Bonus points if the oomgomgomg IF SHE MAKES SWEATER WITH MOTHS ON IT OR COCKROACHES (you know the funny gif with spining cockroach?yep this one) HE WILL LOVE IT(secretly) He would love to wear it to work but Hes afraid of destorying it (No, because imagine Arkin living in hell and the guy that tortures him for months just cames in cute sweater with cockroaches on it)

Yaujta

"??? Mate u mean u want to stay here and take care of nest while I go out??? I mean sure? Eem take care??" Confused af, like in his culutre both partners Hunt and tbh theres non long lasting relationships, only to make babis so it is weird.

He wants her to stay by his side 24/7 so he will be grumpy

But idea of her making amazing food while he is out just for him is too good to pass

Especally if its made of foods that he hunt, brings him pride

Imagine learning him how to use fork "nono honey u grab it like that and stab the food. Nono gently nonoo oh noo *break plate* "why use that when im litteraly apex predator hon imma-*eats whole plate of food with plate*

Billy lenz

F o o d

He loves food she makes

She hangs out in house so its win-win.

He will hug her alot and try to take her attencion from whatever she does to him!!

"Billy go help me chop carrorts for dinner!" *billy speedruning from upstairs* "🥺whar are carrots?"

Brahms Heelshie

"Mmm :) " "Brahms stop staring at me and help me clean kitchen' "yes honey :("

He does not rule in this relationship

He may act intimitading but He is just a shy bean

He does not know how to food, he will try to eat uncooked potato while shes not looking mmm forbiden apples

Hush man

Hes into that, prefers his wife to be like that

He loves picking her up and runinning arond hause

No matter how long yall are into relaionship he will be nervous before any dinner u eat together or be so happy everytime he sees her after he comesback home

Found it in my drafts!

[beezin-art]

repost cuz forgot my watermark the last time i posted this one <3

[fortune-fool02]

Brahms: "I'll be good, I will."

Me:

[small-sinclair]

Favorite Kisses

Brahms likes it when he gets a good night kiss, but his favorite is the good morning kisses. The way y/n rolls over and gives him a gentle kiss on the mask, whispering sweetly, “Good morning, Brahms.” But if his mask is off, the gentle caress he’ll get over his burned skin and kisses from y/n… he melts. He loves them so.

Vincent loves it when y/n stands on their tipy toes and litter his mask with kisses, but he really loves it when y/n stands behind, arms snaking up his shoulders, and rests their head on his back. He’ll put down his carving tools after a while and turn to face y/n. Their sleepy eyes look up and ask, “Kiss?” And this man’s heart melts. He lifts his mask just enough to lean down and kiss them sweetly. When he looks at y/n and sleepy self, he’ll pick them up and carry them to bed just to the side of the workshop.

Bo enjoys kissing his s/o on the cheek before leaving for work and after coming home from a long day, but his favorite kiss is when they hold his hand, bring it up to their lips, and kiss the back of his hand. Every time he feels those lips ghost over his scarred knuckles, he feels as if time stops. He’ll then pull y/n close by their waist and leave one of his tender kisses, slow and drawn out over their lips.

Lester loves getting little kisses on the cheek/jaw while he’s driving, but his favorite one are the window kisses. Lester would poke his head out the window of his truck as he talks to his s/o before he leaves for work or just stopping by to grab something. Y/n follows them to the truck, talking about their day and plans for later for dinner/night. Lester’ll poke his head out with his smile and promises, “I’ll be safe. Be home soon, sweet pea.” Then a kiss comes. It’s quick and gentle with the loud smooch noise, but it drives him wild. He always wanted kisses like that. His father would give that before his mother left for work. He dies every time when his s/o kisses him like that.

Reggie loves the window kisses like Lester. Sticking his head out the window to be kissed by his s/o and seeing them smile… it drives him home even before he left the driveway, but that’s not his favorite kiss. He melts when his face is littered with kisses, but y/n has bright red lipstick on. Every kiss they leave behind, a bright red kiss print reminds. At the end, his cheeks, neck, lip, forehead is covered in red lipstick stains. He gets so flustered and blushy when he looks at himself in the mirror afterwards. He loves it so much. In his truck, he has a photo of him and his s/o. At the bottom of the picture is lipstick stain from them.

Rusty Nail loves giving you a kiss on the cheek before he leaves to drive. It’s like his last time marking you and feeling your skin before his 4-7 day drive. When he comes home, it’s a bear hug, shower together, and all the kisses that he has to make up for.

Johnny Slaughter loves it when you kiss him first. To him, it shows you trust him and warming up to him. He loves it when you kiss his cheek before he leaves and kiss his forehead while he eats. But the best kiss he loves giving you is when you’re asleep at 2:15am and the full moon light is on your lips. He’ll lean down and kisses them then your forehead, so gently that you’ll never wake. It’s moments of peace and comfort where he’s not angry or murderous; he’s with you. You’re all that matters in the world.

[eddiesbug]

guard dog [b.heelshire]

summary: your ex-boyfriend tries to take you away from brahms. chaos ensues.

fandom: horror (the boy - 2016)

pairing: brahms heelshire x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: this is VERY DARK, please proceed with caution. death, murder, very very heavy descriptions of stabbing and blood, dark!reader, brief mentions of kidnapping, just all the gory stuff

note: i am so excited to post this omg i know it’ll probably flop but i had SO MUCH FUN writing it!!! pls let me know if u like it and as always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

“Brahms…” you call, a soft and playful lilt in your voice as you walk across the quiet mansion; you presume that Brahms is either asleep or lurking within the walls until a shuffle followed by a gurgle comes from the direction of the kitchen. A shiver runs down your spine as you follow the noise. You call out again, louder this time.

“Brahms.”

He heaves a deep, ragged breath as you enter the kitchen and you gasp softly. In front of you stands Brahms, covered in a thin sheen of blood and sweat, clutching a massive bread knife and looming over a barely recognisable corpse. The porcelain mask covers his features but you can imagine his face contorted with rage, thick brows furrowed and teeth bared in a snarl. The flush that creeps down his neck and into his chest and ears tells you exactly how he’s feeling without you exchanging a single word. You glance down at the dead body, your eyes widening slightly. You’re not surprised, per-se, but rather touched that he’d go to these lengths for you. Before you met Brahms, you were squeamish, shying away from anything remotely gruesome. But living here with him… you’ve had to adapt.

“Is that Derek?”

Derek. Your piece of shit, toxic ex-boyfriend who had an obsession with you so strong he followed you out into the middle of the English countryside to try and drag you back into his life, even if you were kicking and screaming the whole way.

“Don’t be mad,” Brahms chokes, “He was trying to take you away from me. I don’t want you to go…” He stumbles into your arms, his massive frame engulfing you. The blood sticks to you but you press yourself into him regardless, prying the knife from his grip gently.

“I’m not mad,” you murmur, “You were just protecting me, sweet boy.” He nods frantically, his body crumpling. Cooing reassurances, you lower him to the kitchen floor, raking your fingers through his dark curls. He whimpers, the coldness of the mask seeping into your skin and making you shiver. Poor thing; he’d do anything to protect you, including die. He’s really not as scary as he looks - not to you anyway. His cardigan is doused in blood but he refuses to let you peel it from his body. Sighing, you sit against the cabinet, cupping his jaw. He melts into your touch, that high-pitched, childlike voice forcing its way out of him.

“Kiss?”

You smile, leaning forward until your nose presses against the cool hardness of the mask. You lock your lips with the ceramic, eyes fluttering closed. When he whines petulantly, you cock your head, feigning innocence.

“Oh, my boy wants a real kiss?” you ask, sticky hands flying to cover your mouth in over exaggerated shock.

“Please.”

Laughing, you push the mask up just enough to expose his plump lips and press your own to them; he lets out a little grunt, the dark curls sprouting from his chest tickling your exposed portions of skin. You stroke the pebbled flesh adorning his neck and face almost reverently, nipping at the sweet spot under his ear until he’s keening.

���There y’are,” you praise, pecking him one last time before sliding the mask back into place. “Such good manners.”

“Been practicing,” he mumbles, resting his forehead on your shoulder. This new side of him is such a stark contrast from his usual petulant - and at times, bratty - countenance.

Just as he begins to settle against you, there’s a thump and a crash from the front door and Henry, Derek’s best friend, hurtles into the kitchen. Brahms growls, springing up from the floor and swiping the enormous knife from where you left it on the counter.

“Brahms, wait!” You manage to keep a firm grasp on his blood soaked cardigan, drawing him back into you. He’s holding back significantly - he’s never so easy to restrain. Not that it’s your intention to hold him back; you know Henry has to die now, you just want to enjoy toying with him a little first. You fix your gaze on Henry.

“You’re an idiot for coming here. Even more stupid than I thought.”

Henry is stock still, eyes wide as saucers and glued to Derek’s disfigured corpse.

“What did you do to him, you bitch?” he seethes, although his voice wavers and cracks. His face is pallid, brows drawn together and he stifles a shake in his hands to mask his obvious terror. You click your tongue.

“You thought it’d be easy to come all the way out here to kidnap me? Take me back?” you ask, fists clenched at your sides. Derek and his little posse did always have a habit of underestimating you. “You thought he’d let you?” you scoff incredulously, cocking your head towards Brahms. His breaths are heaving and he shakes with a rage you can only begin to imagine the extent of. You giggle at how Brahms must look to Henry. How both of you must look. Covered in blood - Derek’s blood - deep, sticky and crimson, sharp and prominent against Brahms’ pale skin, the wicked glint of the knife taunting Henry. Goading him. Begging him to fight back just so it can plunge into him, slash away until he’s as deformed as his best friend.

“Why are you laughing?” Henry snaps, “Stop that! I’m not scared of your guard dog!”

You almost retch you’re laughing so hard, clutching Brahms’ bicep as tears spill from beneath your waterline and down your cheeks. The choked sounds pouring from your lips are weak and strained as you double over, wheezing. Brahms’ hands grasp under your armpits, lifting you back up to face him. He strokes your hair from your face frantically, nimble thumbs pushing the tears and creases from your cheeks.

“What is it?” Brahms murmurs, shoulders hunched to lower him to your height. The knife dangles from his fingers, just inches from your face, yet you don’t even flinch.

“I-I’m okay,” you hiccup, swaying slightly against his firm grasp. You give yourself a moment to breathe and compose yourself before you’re turning back to Henry and whispering in Brahms’ ear. “We can’t let him leave, baby.”

Brahms is on him before he can even blink; Henry thrashes underneath his weight, grunting with the fruitless effort of trying to escape.

“Don’t fight it,” you snicker, crouching until your nose touches Henry’s and you’re sharing breaths, “It’ll only make it worse.” Pinching his cheek and smearing claret across the smooth skin, you inhale sharply, tracing his lips with the very tip of your finger. “This is the last time you try to take advantage of me.”

The knife sinks into his chest with a slick squelch. Henry screams; Brahms jerks his arm rapidly, shaking him like a rabid dog until he goes slack. Again and again and again he rears back and buries the blade into him. Blood spatters onto the white walls, the linoleum floor, every visible surface is blemished with crimson. Brahms attacks him with an inhuman quality, a deep roar erupting from his chest every time he thinks about these men taking you away from him.

“She’s mine!” he screams.

When Henry is no longer recognisable, limp and far past dead, you pry him away.

“Shh, shh. I’m yours. I’m here. We’re safe, it’s just us.” you soothe, climbing into his lap. “I have you.” His arms squeeze your waist as he holds you flush to him, almost burrowing his way into your skin. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing the slick red skin of his neck and collarbones; there’s so much blood. Is it bad that it turns you on a little? “You did so well. You protected me.”

“You’re mine.” He accentuates the statement with a sharp tug of your body, dropping the knife with a clatter and snaking his drenched arms beneath your hoodie.

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You kiss his head, nestling closer to him. “Yours.”

[playgroundfadings]

So I’ve been playing Just dance lately, and I just thought about the slashers playing along. Enjoy fdnfkgdjgdfhn

I’ll be working on more asks somewhere this week! Thank you everyone for the support, it really means a lot. Feel free to send more requests <333

Warning: not beta read lmao

|| Playing just dance with the slashers headcanons || 

Michael Myers

Okay, but how did you manage to make him play with you?

We all know Michael would simply stare at you, at the screen, and then just leave.

But let’s say he does agree to play…

He absolutely destroys you. How is he so good at the game??

While you’re following all the moves, full body dancing, Michael barely moves a muscle.

Just flicks of the wrist, and somehow he keeps getting perfect scores??

He steals the crown from you with minimum effort, even getting a superstar at the end.

You’re out of breath by the end of the song, while Michael barely broke a sweat.

He’s extremely smug, seeing how he won by basically doing nothing while you were giving your all.

You guess it’s just a Michael Myers thing.

Thomas Hewitt

For the sake of the hc, let’s say the movie happened in more recent years.

You brought your switch and games to the Hewitt’s house when you moved in.

At first, you played alone. However, Tommy was more than happy to watch you play, swinging your hand let and right to get the perfect scores.

Eventually, after some coaxing and puppy eyes, Thomas agreed to play.

He’s not the best, and the joycon feels so fragile in his hand, but he’s spending time with you and that’s all that matters to him.

Really loves it when you praise him after a song. ''You did amazing! See, you're getting the hang of it Tommy''.

Will have to take a break after a while. It’s not that he doesn’t have great cardio, but Thomas prefer watching you instead.

There's also less chance of bumping into each other, which unfortunately happens often. You always say it's fine, but Thomas doesn't like hitting you.

Brahms Heelshire

Introducing Brahms to the world of gaming was perhaps a bad idea. Always stealing your switch, so he can play Mario or Animal Crossing.

Though, when you suggest playing Just Dance for the first time, he gives you a look of uncertainty. He’s seen you play before, and he’s unsure his body can even do those moves.

The music is not something he’s accustomed to. He grew up surrounded by piano and violin, not upbeat pop. But he’s willing to listen to it for you.

He’s not great at Just Dance, but he gives his all. Brahms wants to beat you.

Though, if he loses too often, he will pout. Might even throw a tantrum. So, for the sake of your joycon not being thrown across the room and playing more with Brahms, you let him win.

You don’t make it too obvious. That way, he can’t accuse you of losing on purpose.

When he wins, he gets all excited and rubs it in your face. You don’t mind it, you’re just happy he’s having fun.

Jason Voorhees

Bringing electricity, internet and technology to the cabin was a slow process. It took some time for Jason to get used to everything.

When you offer to play Just Dance with Jason, he will stare at you.

What is Just Dance???

After seeing you play once, so you can show the game to him, he’s willing to try. Mostly because he can’t resist the giggles coming from you. He would do anything to make you happy.

But oh god, the lyrics of some songs. His mother wouldn’t approve. It’s a good thing the game censor the bad words, but he can still make up the blank in his head. Can’t imagine why people would sing about some of that stuff.

Jason is not really good at it, he barely understands the mechanics. But you’re glowing with happiness, that’s all that matters to him.

Yautja (predator)

You offered him a challenge, and he’s not one to back down.

Human technology is weird, so primitive, but he can see the appeal of a console game.

Super careful with the joycon, knowing he can destroy the plastic remote easily.

He studies the moves like he studies preys. Watch, learn, repeat.

You’re not even surprised at how good your mate is.

Focus less on the lyrics, and more on his score. Yautjas are competitive by nature, after all. Even if you are his mate, he will not go easy on you.

In his eyes, that would be the greatest offense. He trusts you can pull your own, since this is your game.

He doesn’t mind playing with you when you ask.

[octo-babe]

Kitty Cat Slasher boys!

Available at my shop here!

[nastick]

little school doodle

🐀

[yummygender]

Slashers with a s/o that bleeds alot easily

Tw: blood and mention of abuse.

Brahms Heelshire

Before knowing: panic

After knowing: PANICK!!!!

Extremely extra careful with you

He hates seeing you hurt and to find out that one small cut could kill you drives him mad.

He would wrap you in bubble wrap if you let him.

Because of your medical condition, he's now more likely to do chores himself because he's scared that you'll accidentally hurt yourself.

If you do end up getting hurt, he'll panic as he grabs every medical supply he can get his hands on and rush to your side to help you.

Jason

Like with Brahms, he panics

He's not as clingy or hovery like Brahms, but he'll insist that you keep a first aid kit on you whenever you have to go out in the woods.

Very gentle

He's so scared that he'll hurt you that he hovers his hands and arms around you when you hug.

It's takes awhile, but eventually you assure him that you'll be ok.

He'll basically be your butler if it means that you'll be safe.

If you do get hurt, you get the princess treatment. Soup and crackers, blankets, pillows, cuddles, anything to help you feel better.

Michael RZ

He's already a gentle giant with you, so to find out that you can get hurt that easily scares him.

He'd never ever hurt you due to his abusive past and to know that a smiple punch could cause alot of damage makes him glad that he can't introduce you to his family.

He would happily be your personal butler/bodyguard if you guide him. You need him to chop some veggies? Sure thing! Wood for the fireplace? Of course, dear!

Rest assured he doesn't codle you. Often times he'll just keep an eye on you so that if you do get hurt, he'll be able to intervene and patch you up.

When you do get hurt and after he patches you up, he'll hold you tightly against his chest and cuddle with you. This often times results in your injury getting worse and as an apology, he'll apologize everytime he can.

[renki-tingkki-tavi]

I always thought that maybe I just have high standards that's why I don't find any of my class mates or the cool and pupular guys in our school attractive, even the actors that I saw on TV I found them overrated to be called very handsome or pretty... Till I saw these guys.....

I became a simp.... Help I don't have high standards I have a weird and broken one

[rzyraffek]

Could you do headcannons where they shower/bath together but it's fluff??

Fluffy? Bathing fluffy? With THEM? Goodluck, but it sounds fun enough to write🥰 you didnt mension what slashers should I put in so imma go with who I think would fit in this headcanons

They/them, mostly sfs, Request open

Bathing with slashers headcanons

Vincent Sinclair

Will get flustered 100% but he won't even think about doing anything sexual

He will be soo anxious he will ask about everything! 'Is it okay if he touches s/o hair, can he massage them??? Can he go near them'

If s/o washes his hair or massages him he will probably fall asleep

Tbh s/o needs to gain a lot of trust if he even lets them enter bathroom when he is without mask. So don't even stare at his face for too long he will get insecure

Billy Lenz

Surprised hes in bath with somone and its fluffy? Me too

But imagine

This guy will forgor about all his nasty thoughts as soon as he sees bubbles in bath, or bath bombs or any kind of water decoration

He will check is water tastes difrenlty after bath bomb

Will ask nicley for second and third bathbomb

Will splash them and declare bath war

Litteraly hes going to lay on top of them and relax

Also if they wash his hair he will hiss

Spooked of loud shower noises

Brahms Heelshire

Oh a bath? With them? Oh my how splendid

Wanna remind yall that Brahms is british

Hes gonna be all nice 🥰 if s/o promises him reward afterwards of course

He gonna look like wet dog, and he will stare into their soul

He will literally toss them into bathtub tbh. Why he has to be only one feeling like cat in puddle

Will splash playfully. And look where he shouldn't look at

This devil loves laying in chilly water😔

Also it sounds weird but pls help him shave he never did that and he looks bab

Asa Emory

Goodluck this guy bathes in water that hot theres steam around bathtub

Maybe he's just burning his skin on purpose?? Incase there was anybugs on him?? Or maybe he just likes feeling of his homeland, hell

He falls asleep in there, no matter if s/o is there or nah

But he will cuddle, ah wet cuddles yay. Tbh its rare for him to cuddle so ig he just needs hot atmosphere (litteraly)

Some bugs only mate in hot weathers anyway

Will take good care of them. Wash their hair, take out all creams and gels they use in their normal skin routine.

Jason Voorhees

You either have to have huge bathtub or lay on him for whole proces

He gonna be so nervous, he doesnt want them to get spooked by his face

Hes also terrified of water so s/o has to give him a lot of support and understanding so he can warm up to the idea of being in huge box filled with water

Will do lil splashy to cope

Water will be soso dirty afterwards, this guy was soso dirty he almost shines now

[beezin-art]

bath time for the stinky wall man <3

[fortune-fool02]

What do I need to do to be in Greta’s place? 

[vilevulture]

Have a Brahms. :)

[missjellyhead]

HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader

Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers

note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D

Warnings: nsfw.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Cowgirl.

Brahms is spoiled.

He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.

He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.

Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.

When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.

If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.

But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.

You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.

BILLY LENZ

Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless. But when you turn 69--

Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.

And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.

Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.

Billy also loves doggy style.

He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.

In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.

He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.

He's noisy. Very noisy.

And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.

But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.

Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.

Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.

It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.

He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.

Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.

BUBBA SAWYER

I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.

But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.

So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.

And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.

If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.

And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.

He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.

And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.

If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.

It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.

It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.

And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.

Do it. He loves to please you.

Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.

(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.

And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.

It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.

He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.

And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.

So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.

Also likes to have you on all fours.

Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.

Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.

(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).

And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.

He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.

He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.

Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.

He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.

That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.

If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position. It's still deep and strong, but slow.

The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.

(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language

[playgroundfadings]

Hello! I hope you're doing well! I have another request, if that's okay. I was wondering if you could do another Brahms x female reader where the reader gets hurt and is in shock for a couple of minutes? Like she falls down the steps or something? If not, that's okay. Thank you.

HI HI HI. Sorry it took so much time for me to complete this, my week at work has been crazy :’) You are always welcome to request anything darling, it’s a pleasure to write for stinky wall man <333

Tw: not beta read, getting hurt.

|| Brahms Heelshire, falling down the stairs ||

You made peace with the noises and cracks you hear from time to time. When you first came into the manor, you used to jump and yelp at the slightest noise. After all, you were supposed to be alone. With a doll, but alone nonetheless. 

Now, you calm yourself by thinking it’s due to the wear and tear of the foundation. The manor was quite old, after all. When was the last time any renovations were done? It was just normal for aged wood to creak once in a while.

You woke up earlier than usual, and spent that extra time in the kitchen whipping breakfast; you tried your hand at a typical British meal. Sausages, fried eggs, baked beans, grilled tomatoes and toasts soon fills, the aromas permeating the air. There’s a smile on your lips, as you’re visibly happy with the results. Not bad, for a first attempt.

You set the table, ignoring the noises happening behind the walls -old manor, old wood, just old wood - then leave the kitchen to fetch Brahms. You’re a bit early on the schedule, but you figure the doll will not mind. It means spending more time together, and wouldn’t that be fantastic? 

The stairs stretch before you, the wood creaking under the weight of your body. One step at the time, you reach the top before you catch something from the corner of your eyes. A shadow, large, appearing downstairs. 

You turn, unsure if you saw correctly. You’re alone in here, you would have heard it if someone came through the door. There was no way- 

The floor seems to give out under you; when you turned, you did it fast. Too fast, however. And now, you lost your footing.

A scream escapes you before you feel the edges of the stairs hitting at your body. 

White dots flashes before your eyes, and the last thing you see is a looming figure. 

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

The aching of your body is the first thing you feel the moment you open your eyes. Bruises are probably forming all over your limbs, coloring your skin in various shades of blue and purple. A groan escape your lips as you try to sit up. But the bed is way too inviting, coaxing to stay within its safety. And so, you lay back down… before shooting back up, despite the pain reverberating through your whole body.

Why are you in a bed?

There’s a chair next to the bed. That’s new. By the looks of it, this is your room; you never had a chair in here. How did this -

A gasp, then the sound of rushed footsteps, snaps you back from your thoughts. Hands are on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the mattress. 

‘’You shouldn’t move!’’ the voice is masculine, too rasp to be the delivery boy. You can finally focus on the man in front of you, the one who seemingly saved you. 

His clothes appear to be run down, spotted with stains here and there, his hair a mess of dark curls. But what really catch your attention is the porcelain mask pressed on his face, hiding his identity from you. Though, you do not need to see his features to know who exactly stands before you. The mask too similar to that doll’s face, and green eyes peaking through the holes reminding you of that painting in the hallway.

‘’You’re alive.’’

Though shocked, you remain calm while Brahms sit back on the chair. He’s not meeting your eyes, preferring to stare at his hands. Fingers are twirling together, nails picking at his skin. Everything in his body language, from the way he’s ached over to his breathing, tells you he’s nervous.

‘’Did you carry me here?’’ There’s a pregnant pause before the masked man nod. ‘’I appreciate it, Brahms. I will need to see a doctor, that wasn’t a pretty fall and-’’

He’s up before you can even finish, hands on your shoulders again as a way to keep you down. There’s panic clouding his pretty green eyes. ‘’You can’t leave! You can’t leave me, it’s against the rules!’’ The male voice from earlier is gone, instead replaced with a pleading, child-like tone. It seems so foreign, strange, coming from such a large man. 

You place your hands on his, squeezing lightly in reassurance. ‘’I need to make sure I don’t have a concussion - a brain injury. It would be really bad if I had one. You understand that, Brahms?’’ There’s a tentative nod from him, but he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grips you harder. 

‘’I will nurse you back to health. I will, I really will. You can’t leave me. Pretty Y/N, you can’t leave’’.

There’s not much you can do, not with Brahms forcing you down on the bed, hovering above you. Though you just met him, or at least the flesh version of him, you’re positive he would try anything to keep you here, in the manor. 

He must realize you’re pondering on what to do next, because he backs away from you. Brahms sits back on the chair, slightly shaking - you wonder why - before taking hold of your hand. He presses your palm against the side of his face, eyes finding yours and pleading silently.

‘’Okay’’ you relent after a while. ‘’Okay Brahms, no leaving. But I do need to see a doctor. Is that alright? I can call them here, they will make sure I’m not injured.’’

There’s a shadow of doubt crossing his eyes while he remains silent, most likely thinking over your words. ‘’Can I still take care of you?’’ he asks. Though it hurts your whole being, you let out a giggle. 

‘’Of course you can, Brahms.’’

You will have to ask him where he has been all this time, if he was the reason behind all the creaks you heard. But for now, you simply enjoy having him fuss over you.