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Brahms Heelshire x fem!reader

Length: 1.6k

18+ only, mature content. Do not copy/repost

Warnings: dub con/non con, chasing, groping, overstimulation, biting, begging, kissing, restraining, squirting, cum eating, “loss” of virginity, p in v sex, creampie. Some possessiveness. No use of y/n.

Don’t ask how I got sucked into this fandom. I’m just a horny person, ya’ll. 

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"Get back here!"

His growl reverberated off the walls of the narrow passage as you scrambled to the small hatch that stood between you and safety. The seconds dragged as you pawed at the latch and dug your shoulder into the warped wood, knowing he was approaching.

You sobbed in relief when it finally popped open, the cool air swirling around your face and filling your lungs in contrast to the dusty, close air you crawled out of.

You were halfway out when his large hand closed around your ankle.

He pulled you back inside, your resistance no match for his seemingly superhuman strength. He tugged you securely under him, his form hovering over yours as you trembled. You watched the expressionless porcelain over his face, trying to read the shadows of his eyes. You saw him drink you in, his gaze registering your disheveled state. Your skirt had ridden up, a peek of underwear visible at your hip. The strap of your dress hung off your shoulder as your chest heaved from the scuffle. And your sweater had tangled up behind you, restricting your arms.

You were begging him before he opened his mouth.

"If I make you feel good, you will stay." He breathed, ignoring your pleas. He lowered himself onto you, using one hand to steady himself and leaving the other free to roam your body. You tried to wriggle away, but his heavy form pinned you just enough to prevent escape. His warm hand traveled gently up your bare thigh, slipping beneath your dress to slowly slide up your side and pause just below your breast. His eyes never left your face. You could feel them boring into you even as you turned away, your own screwed shut. As the tips of his fingers grazed over your bra, you became aware of his hardness against your leg, your struggling only resulting in stimulating him further. You clearly heard his breathing hitch, the sound amplified against the inside of his mask. 

The feeling of your soft skin against his at last made him drunk. He was torn between the need to savor every inch of you and the desire to tear into you. To take you apart the way you had done to him without a single touch. 

A moment of ferocity took hold of him as he turned you over effortlessly, tearing your clothes off you layer by layer. He found your soft cries of refusal strangely exhilarating. There was so much he had been denied over the years, and it was time for him to experience something fully. No more meager substitutions, no more partial glimpses between wooden slats, no more walls between him and what he wanted. 

You were but a doll in his grip as he manhandled you back over and rose up to his knees to get his first full look at you. He loomed, his broad chest expanding further with each heavy breath. You waited, breathless and frozen as he deliberately discarded his cardigan and shrugged his suspenders from his shoulders before bearing down on you again. Your brain jolted into action and you pushed against his chest, your efforts not slowing him in the slightest. 

His hands found your breasts first, a gentle grip as his thumbs brushed against your nipples, which peaked in response. He leaned forward, his gaze glued to your lips as you whimpered. 

“No, please, Brahms,” Your skin soon became sensitive to his touch and your hips jerked reflexively. He gripped your arms and pulled you up into his embrace, guiding your legs to straddle him. One of his large hands splayed against your back, effectively holding you in place as he continued to explore you. The nose of his mask trailed down the column of your neck as his other hand clutched your ass and he groaned deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest. He hesitated briefly before lifting his mask just enough to free his mouth. Between the dim lighting and his proximity, you only caught a glimpse of his lips before he dove in to lick and nip at your skin. You tried again to push away from him, your arms trapped between you, but his arms were iron as he bit into your shoulder and you cried out helplessly. 

His lips soon slotted over yours, his tongue invading your mouth. He tasted of mint with a hint of metallic blood, his tongue eagerly swirling over yours. He backed you into the wall before he grabbed your hips, guiding them to roll over him, your core catching against the crotch of his pants. You whined into his mouth despite yourself, feeling your wetness starting to gather. 

He felt foggy, his senses sharp but his mind falling further beneath the waves of you. Drowning and diving deeper without hesitation. He was instantly enamored with each sound, movement, taste. He found himself frustrated at the hindrance of his mask and without thought ripped it from his face, quickly returning to your pliant mouth. It was then that the smell of you came to his nose, and he breathed deeply, intoxicated. He looked down, both curious and electrified at the wet patch over his groin. You squirmed when he dipped his hand down to gather it so he could examine it closer. It stretched between his fingers, slippery to the touch, tangy to his nostrils … and it was in his mouth before he thought about what he was doing. 

His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he hummed appreciatively. When he dipped down again, his eyes not leaving your face, he pressed his fingers to your clit and a wave of heat rushed through him at the way your mouth dropped open with a moan. He moved his fingers instinctively, gauging your reaction and chasing your pretty noises. 

You weren’t sure of when you had given in, but your hands were tangled in his hair as you ground down on him. You had only taken a moment to adjust to his true face, much of it untouched by the scars. He pulled you from your thoughts with another passionate kiss, his other hand wrapped around your throat. A tightness was building deep in your stomach, your wailing becoming higher and more frenzied. You needed more, your hands scrambling down his back to push under the hem of his shirt. To feel his skin against you. The hand around your neck slid down, once again cradling your breast and swiping over your nipple in time with the fingers on your clit, now circling it with fervor and sending you over the edge with a breathless scream. 

You were gorgeous like this, clinging to him while he pulled you through your orgasm, gushing in his lap. Even when you melted against him, he couldn’t stop himself, his fingers playing you like he had a lifetime of practice at your keys. Your hips jerked against him and your sounds changed to whimpers, your legs pressing on either side of him, attempting to close. Your small hands found their way to the fly of his pants, tugging at the material impatiently. He reluctantly pulled his fingers from you, again cleaning them against his tongue before removing what was left of his clothing. You watched him with heavily lidded eyes, and he was the only man in the world. 

You felt painfully empty, your body screaming with need as he stripped, revealing his taut muscles, hairy torso, and his angrily leaking cock. You pushed against his shoulder and he obeyed, laying so you could climb atop him. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, a moan falling from his parted lips even before you guided him to your entrance. When you sunk slowly onto his girth, you groaned in unison at the tight fit. You leaned over him, trailing small kisses up his thick neck as you began to bounce on him, sounds practically exploding from his mouth. You took your time, letting you both adjust to the sensation of him entering you over and over again. He was a whining mess by the time you pulled back, circling your hips over him while his hands slid over your body, seemingly mesmerized. He caught one of your nipples in his mouth, both of you keening as your walls clenched down on him in response. When you sat upright and began bouncing again, the change in angle made you both breathless, and his hands flew to your hips in a bruising grip. He was coming undone: his eyes shut tight and his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving as he flung his head back, and you could watch it forever. 

He surprised you by planting his feet and fucking up into you, somehow hitting your g-spot with precision. You sobbed, starting to wilt, but his hand returned to your throat, holding you aloft as he wound the coil inside you with each stroke. It didn’t take long for you to fall apart on his cock, your pussy spasming around him as you screamed. He stared at you as you looked at him through tears, his grunts increasing in ferocity. His thrusts became sloppy and he choked on his moans as he spilled inside you, the warmth blooming as you started to come down from your high. He stilled and released his grip, and you flopped onto his chest as you both caught your breath. 

“You will stay now?” He broke the silence, sounding unsure as the haze cleared from your minds. 

“I will stay now,” You reassured, your fingers threading through his. He sighed in relief. 

“Yes. You are mine.” 

[krooschl]

brahmsy. my birthday special.

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

Day 11: spanking (brams heelshire)

“Get your ass over here. Now.” He was furious, and it excited you. You slowly walked over, and he pulled you across his lap.

“I bet you’re fucking wet from grinding all over Malcolm, dirty little slut.” He growled and spanked you hard.

You moaned and tried to grab something, saying, “Only for you, sir.”

“Did I say you could talk?” Another swift smack to your ass. You kept your mouth shut. “Trying to get my attention? Well, it worked.” Smack.

You were drenched, and Brahms glided his fingers over your entrance. You moaned, and he spanked you again. “No noises. Not until I say."

You nodded and bit your lip. Brahms slid his fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to the two digits. Your lips broke from the pressure with which you were biting them. Brahms licked his lip and pulled you to straddle him.

He took your lip in his mouth and started sucking. It drove you wild. You moaned out, not caring what the punishments would be, and lifted yourself off his pants. You undid his belt, and he helped you pull them off.

He moved to the headboard, pulling you with him, his mouth still sucking at your lip. You lined him up at your entrance and plunged down on him. You needed him. You had to have him. Brahms broke the contact and panted, “Fuck, baby.”

You knew he wasn’t mad anymore, and you could just fuck and make up now. Neither of you lasted long, and he came inside you.

He helped you lie down and stroked your hair, saying, “I love you. I know I should have been paying more attention to you.” He kissed you lightly on your swollen lip. "Besides, I know you’re mine.” You curled up beside him and closed your eyes.

[slasherbtch]

☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐡𝐜

☆ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭!

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

✮ What an amazing joke. Brhams does not and never have gotten stuck in a wall. When he’s in a fit of rage, he actually breaks through walls/mirrors and punches doors with his bare hands!

✮ Let’s also take into account how old the house is. I'm a little surprised it hasn’t gotten blown over by the wind.

✮ While yes, technically, someone with his big ass build should be getting stuck—as would any normal person in such a cramped place but two thing’s for sure and one thing’s for certain, Brahms was not normal.

✮ He grew up living inside those walls because of his family. He had no other choice but to learn how to maneuver through them, to figure out where he could fit and could not fit as he grew to maturity. Not that he has actually matured mentally.

✮ When you factor in all of that, it’s just not possible for him to get stuck. He knows the ends and outs of the house—if one end gets blocked, he’s already running to the other.

✮ Now if we are talking hypothetically and that’s a big hypothetically, a mc nanny is most likely involved. If that’s the case, he will play victim. After all, you are there to take care of him.

✮ He may be taller than you, stronger than you and faster but like mentioned before—he hasn’t exactly reached that level of maturity. He still acts out when he doesn’t get his way or he’s being childish by throwing tantrums. He plays games often—finds it fun to confuse you or scare you. He will play the hurt kitten card if it gets your attention only on him, he has no shame—and he will play it well.

✮ Recently I read a headcanon from another writer that he liked to read the ‘Hero save the Princess’ books when he was younger and he often imagined he was the knight saving her. In reality mc is doing the saving; saving him from his loneliness, his lack of attention/affection and I guess, from being “stuck in the wall”.

✮ I put quotations because he’s not really stuck. He’s playing another game. Another one you're already tired of as you talk to him through the wall, reassuring him that everything’s going to be okay. It’s certainly okay but you’re gonna have to work for it to get him out of the wall before dinner time comes.

✮ He’ll talk to you in his child voice, urging you to come inside the wall and help him. He. Just. Can’t. Budge. As if your small frame compared to his was going to make him move. That’s like trying to move a mountain and mountains (yes they do; look it up) move when they want to, hence how when you get inside the wall through the closet—he’s not where you last spoke to him.

✮ You aren’t happy, you let him know that the game has to end. You threaten no goodnight kisses to show you were serious. He didn’t like that. Suddenly, you're wrapped in his beef arms, pressed to his chest as he stares at you silently. Where the hell did he come from?

✮ “Brahms sorry. He’ll be a good boy now.”

[cherryc1nnam0n]

More Brahms please?

Love you~Isabella

How about Brahms with a mommy kink? And a breeding kink? And lactating kink? And-

Okay calm down Kali... Thanks for the idea Isabella, have a treat~

Mommy's good boy | Brahms Heelshire x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Brahms is your good boy <3

Cw: Lots of porn, cum, praising, mommy kink, dom!reader, cock warning, sub!Brahms, whiney Brahms, spoiled Brahms, nursing, big dick, lots of cum, cum eating, belly bulges, mentions of pregnancy

"Mommy please!" Brahms said bellow a whisper as you sank down on his cock, slowly, too slow for his liking

"Be a good boy and stay still baby" you said, calmly sitting down on his never ending cock, it was so big it always bulged on your tummy

"But mommy-" you hushed him

"You're mommy's good boy right? Then stay still and mommy will give you what you want"

"Nngh" he whined, he didn't like waiting, but he had been a brat today and he deserved a little punishment

Y/n rested her hand on her belly, caressing Brahms' dick inside her and also, the baby that is growing inside her thanks to him

"Soon my baby bump will be bigger, are you excited for it Brahmsy?"

He nodded "Yes mommy, it makes me so horny to think I got you pregnant"

"Because you're a good boy baby" you started rocking your hips on him, his dick hitting your g spot so good it made your eyes roll back

Soon you started to bounce on him, skin slapping skin and wet noises filling the room

"Mommy, more please"

He grabbed your hips and held you up, snapping his own hips brutally into you, making you moan and whine

"Good boy Brahms!"

~•~

Some months before...

"Fuck, fuck, mommy, gonna cum!" He moaned, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, the bulge on your belly disappearing and coming back as he took you from behind

"Brahms! So close don't stop baby!"

Soon enough he came inside you with no warning, he always did that, since you lived here alone with him and couldn't really leave the house to get birth control, he was fucking you raw and breeding you every night, you were surprised you weren't pregnant... Yet...

Your pussy was pumped with cum, an incredible orgasm crashed into you as his dick twitched inside you

"Mommy's cunt is so good"

"Look at the mess you made baby, you gotta clean it up"

Now on your back with your legs open wide, he was sucking his cum out of you, licking you clean while he rutted on the bed from how nasty and good it was

"Good boy Brahms, cleaning up your mess..."

~•~

You were sitting on the couch, a novel on your right hand as your left one brushed Brahms' hair as he sucked on your nipple

"No teeth baby"

"Yes mommy" he said going back to nursing while his other hand caressed your other tit

"Good boy Brahms"

He's your good boy~

[cryiiinggmoth]

Hii~

If you're still taking requests can you please write for sub brahms heelshire x domfem reader.

MOMMY

Brahms x FEM!reader

MDNI

C/W: Praise kink,Overstimulation,Biting,Thigh riding,Orgasm denial,Masterbation,Spanking,Scratching,Begging,Mommy kink,body worship

Unedited btw

→ Brahms didnt like bathtime and made it very clear, so you made a deal with him. He takes a bath and you’ll make it worth his while. Which you did.

→ Brahms had his head tucked into your neck whining muffled moans and nonsenseical words. He was a shaking mess, you two had got into the bath him ontop of your lap while you hold him. He had almost already and based off his weak grip on your back it clear it was getting harder to hold himself back.

→ “Good boy,your being such a good boy for me brahms” you muttered continuing to jerk him off. He nodded silentlty muttering “Am your good boy” in a shaky breath.

→ You fasten your hands pace around his cock causing him to lea out a whiny groan before he tensed up blubbering out nonsense once again. You stopped your hand completely when his grip on your back tightend defionatley cutting you. He clawed at your back desperately begging you to let him cum.

→ “Please,please please,wanna cum! Let me cum! please, please mommy, let me cum!” To which you replied with a soft chuckle and a smack to his ass, causing him to let out a yelp.

→ “Continue being a good boy for mommy brahms.” You reminded him in which he nodded and leaned more into you again,this time his hand groping your breast. His breath was still shakiy and he started grinding against your thigh slowly. “Ill be a good boy,i promise,ill be good.” He stuttered out before he moved his head to your chest andlifted up his mask to kiss your neck,color and chest. His hands roaming your body as he grinded on your thigh faster. His hips began stuttering and you knew he was going to cum. You pulled him into a kiss and soed up your pace around his cock.

→ He was practically vibrating by the time you pulled away. “Cum for me baby.” Brahms did just that with a weak moan and fell into you weakly. “Your such a good boy for me brahms.” You smacked his ass again causing him to tense up and yelp a bit. “No more” he finally said and you smiled. “Of course baby, lets clean you up its almost bedtime.” To which he gave no issues with.

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

♡ ~Beautiful boy~ ♡

Brahms heelshire x gn!reader

Gif not mine!

Fluff? Goes into a little make out session but that's it.

Maybe a bit angsty because brahms gets all touchy feely

Plot- you had just bathed brahms as you were sick of his stench and now you two are in bed happily until brahms takes him mask off unasked.

Brahms had snuggled himself into your side as you flicked through a magazine. The smell of the shampoo you had used on his hair intoxicated your nose in a rather good way.you were glad to finally have a clean boyfriend next to you.

You felt his body fidget next to you, turning your face to see what the problem was, you noticed his head looking down and no white porcelain mask noticeable on his face. You looked over to the bed side table and notice the mask on there. You raised a brow and placed the magazine down.

"Brahms? Why did you take your mask off?" You asked. No response. This concerned you a little. You opened your mouth to say something but his large hand gripped your wrist. Now you were worried,brahms has never ignored you and now that he's holding a firm grip on you like it's his last moments on earth? Something was totally not right.

"Babe? What's wrong, talk to me please" you pleaded, sitting up as brahms did the opposite and sunk into the bed more, especially hiding his face. Your expression sulked even more and you were petting his hair soothingly trying to get him to talk.

This hurt brahms very much. He was trying to control himself into not pouncing at you and giving you the most loving hug ever. He thought that now was the time to show his face to his lover, wanting to feel more intouch with you, not wanting to hide anything from you but this.this may of been a step too early. He pushed himself up in a curved sitting position. His head still hung low. A gentle hand reached for his face but he pushed it away a bit too harshly.

"Why are you hiding your face from me? Do you think ill make fun of you" You choked out. He shook his head violently. "N-no, it's me. I'm scared of what you'll think because....because I'm ugly." He whimpered. You gasped and tried to hold back your tears as he insulted himself. "Brahms stop it. Your beautiful and I would never find you anything else but that, your my baby boy after all" you knew the last part was going to make him melt. He loved it when you called him any sort of childlike nickname.

He slowly lifted his head letting you take in one bit at a time. You noticed how wrinkled and redish one side of the face was than the other. The bumps and curves interesting you more then anything, you liked the way it toughened him out and made him look extremely handsome. His eye was what caught your interest. The glossy and cloudiness too it wowed you. You held onto his cheek, letting your thumb rub circles.

You let out a chuckle as to think that he was insecure of this gorgeous feature legitimately shocked you. " Oh brahms~ your so silly. Why would you ever think I would be disgusted but this? Your so fucking perfect." You smiled as he looked up at you with the most thrilled expression. " Oh thank you y/n, you have no idea what this means to me" he said as he pecked your lips. Happy to have you kiss his lips than the mask.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your hands planted themselves on brahms muscular chest as you smothered his lips with your own. He groaned underneath you, thrusting himself up into your thigh. You pulled away slowly. " brahms I hope you realise they'll be nothing more then kissing tonight" you smirked when you saw his face. "But y/n~" he whined, swinging his head back giving you a chance to attack his neck with wet kisses. He grabbed your hips rubbing his hands up and down.

His little gasps and moans as you bruised his neck was so arousing to you and you just wanted to take him whole there on the spot but you had to have some self control and not give in to your pleasure. You pulled away admiring the small little circular marks on his neck. Shame that there was no one to show them off too but you still liked the look in his eyes knowing he's all yours.

He flipped you over so you were now underneath and smashed his lips onto yours. Sloppily kissing you all while Trying to contain himself. He slipped his tongue in as soon as your lips weakened and roamed around inside your mouth. You took the opportunity to catch his tongue in between your teeth and hold him there for a second or two before going back to tongueing eachothers throats.

As much as brahms didn't want to let go he parted him self from the kiss looked down at you with a cheesy grin. " God your beautiful", he breathed as he stroked your hair. You let out a giggle and pulled him down into a cuddle. He wrapped his legs around you and hung onto you like a baby koala, nestling his head into the crevasse inbetween your shoulder and neck. You fiddled with his locks as he hummed.

"I love you" you whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you too" he mumbled as he slowly went to sleep.

You followed soon after....

[halloweenbitch2764]

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Reader Asks to be Stepped On

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NSFW: Choking/Outdoor Sex

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NSFW: Lovers

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NSFW: Car Sex

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NSFW: Discovers Readers Sex Toys

NSFW & SFW: Sweet and Quiet Reader

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Reader Leaves Love Notes

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NSFW: Grinding

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Poly Relationship with Reader and Brahms

Reader Cosplays Nekomimi/Usagimimi/Inumimi

Innocent GF

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NSFW: Hard Dom to Soft Moments

NSFW: Oral on You

Reader Who Loves Moths & Butterflies

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Rich S/O

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Sick Reader

NSFW: Knife Play

Innocent GF

NSFW: GF with VCH Piercing

Asexual S/O

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NSFW: GF with VCH Piercing

Asexual S/O

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NSFW: Daddy Kink

2020 Headcanons

NSFW: Discovers Readers Sex Toys

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Innocent GF

NSFW: "You Look So Hot I Could Fuck You Senseless."

NSFW: GF with VCH Piercing

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NSFW: Discovers Readers Sex Toys

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[blossomgoff]

How did Greta not fold when Brahms was begging like this??? 😩

[necromaniackat]

Listen, I dunno if it’s like gaydar but as a bottom I recognize that our stinky wall boi is the bottomest bottom to ever bottom. Can we all agree on that???

[ongit0]

Brahms x Nanny (y/n) (gender neutral)

“Don’t you worry, ma’am. I’ll take care of Brahms.“ You said as the white haired lady gave a sad smile. She gave a tight hug and whispered. “I’m sorry. It’s just, the last nanny left hysterically crying and well,” She rubbed the side of your arms before holding your hands. “We wish for you and Brahms to get along.” She assured you before passing the porcelain doll into your hands from her husband’s. “Rest assured that Brahms will be taken care of.” You said, hugging the doll, caressing its hollow but strong head. She nodded before heading out the large doors her husband held open.

You followed them out the massive house and stood above the large steps. You waved them off after they packed their suitcases in the back of the car. They gave a sheepish wave before the car moved out the massive gates. You sighed, looking down at Brahms. In a loud clear voice you said, “Don't worry Brahms. You’re with me now.” You kissed the top of the doll’s head.

You felt odd but if the poor elderly couple’s traumatic loss of a child is by replacing it with a doll. Why not? You were already attached to the doll as you were always attached to toys, especially stuffed animals.

Passing down the halls with your shoes clicking and thumping on each step with the doll in your arms, you hummed. You remained unaware of the heavy breathing in the walls as you mistaken it for the wind outside. You didn’t want to play the gramophone Ms. Heelshire instructed you to but had to get the ear worm out of your head. “Are you hungry, Brahms?” You said as after checking the time on your phone. You felt a bit foolish for checking the time on your phone when there were many grandfather clocks.

The prying eyes behind the walls stared at you, watching you speak to the doll, giving all your attention to it. You weren’t like the other nannies; younger, prettier, actually listened when no one was looking. You were much sweeter than the last nanny who covered his face. He was scared. She would leave him alone.

You carried him as you hummed a few songs, holding him nice and tight as if the doll was real.

The man behind the doll mumbled a small whine, pressing his shaky fingers against the wall. How much the doll was receiving affection so soon was a shock. He wanted more.

You kissed the doll's head again, softly pressing your cheek against the doll’s head.

You set the doll down as you paced around the kitchen. There was a new delivery boy you were told about but he was apparently running late. You shrugged, looking for whatever there was to make. You were considering a pb&j sandwich but you had lived off them for so long you grew tired. Maybe some pasta?

It didn’t take as long as you thought it would to make it. You grabbed a plate before recalling the rule of feeding the doll. You hummed, not wanting to get two plates out. You set the single plate down, serving yourself. You grabbed a fork and a glass to pour yourself juice. You sighed, grabbing the doll to wipe its hands with a napkin. “I have to keep you nice and neat.” I muttered as I set the doll on my lap with a napkin on its own. It was ridiculously large, clearly meant for a grown man to use but you didn’t mind. You grabbed the fork, twirling the bit of spaghetti in it. You brought the small bit close to the doll’s pale but rosy painted lips, careful not to stain it.

Up close you never noticed the small shattered fragment bits on its face, as if he had recently been placed together. Did they break him? Did the previous nanny hurt it? “You poor thing.” You set the fork down, hugging the doll.

The man tilted his head to the side. The nanny before him didn’t feed him, starving him for the past weeks she stayed. Yet here you were, the doll in your lap “feeding” him and talking to him. His small hazel eyes stared at you longingly. He approved of you the moment you walked in. You were immediately searching for his parents, asking who you were babysitting. Was he already on his mind even before you met his doll self. He was practically blushing the moment you greeted yourself to the doll, seeing you not laugh at it but instead greeting it with confidence. He almost wanted to cover his face from how careful you were when you dressed his doll. Your hands looked so soft, almost tickling his skin. The only person he only got touched was his previous nanny but stabbing shouldn’t be considered a gentle gesture.

He loved how you cleaned and dressed him to bed. His mother never instructed you to read or speak to him until he “fell asleep” but you did. For a brief moment he felt so safe, even if he was the one in the bed. He felt so loved, secure, safe. A small burning ache in his chest spread hearing you read out a bedtime story you had memorized. He pressed his glass on the wall, his eyes shut. He swore he could have fallen asleep when your voice stopped by a yawn.

“Good night. Brahms.” You said, leaving the dark room.

He went down the hidden walkways to the kitchen where you put the remaining left overs in an empty tupperware, putting the unfinished juice in the fridge as well. Maybe one day he could get the courage to eat beside you, if his parents approve of it of course.

His eyes were fixated on your blurred body, showering as he could only watch from the outside elf the almost transparent curtains. How you dressed in those soft pajama pants and a tank top, cuddling a pillow as you slowly fell asleep. He watched how your back raised and fell in each slow breath you took.

Just the first night and he wanted to hold your small frame against him. You were so much smaller than him, easy to hold in his sleep. All he had was the doll he wished was you. He sighed, his fingers threatened to break the wall before him that separated you from being his. You must smell nice, maybe even feel soft after your shower.

He watched you as long as he could before his stomach growled. He had completely forgotten about eating when you did. Guess he was jealous of his own doll.

You were so unaware of the man in your walls, sleeping soundly in your bed. The blanket had fallen off your shoulders, exposing your neck and shoulders. Brahms walked away from the room before he couldn’t hold himself together.

He ate the leftovers alone in the dark. He was so used to the darkness around him but this time was different. It felt colder, lonelier. Maybe because how attached he was to you even without exchanging any words. He felt so close to you the instant you walked in the mansion. Eating without you felt sickening. It wasn’t right. Being away from you felt so depressing.

He put the fork down and put the leftovers in the fridge again. He had lost his appetite knowing you were alone in your bed, hugging the pillow. It should be him, maybe even the other way around. It would feel better if he was holding you. You would like that, right? You must be feeling alone in such a big house. Maybe his company would soothe you.

He stood over your bed, staring down at you. He found it adorable how many pillows you needed. One for your head, another to hold, one between your knees and feet. You were like a koala holding onto the pillows. He reached to your ear, brushing his fingertips against the shell of your ear, making you twitch. He grabbed a small lock of your hair. He wanted to bring himself lower to inspect your hair but you might wake up to his breathing. He grabbed the scissors in pocket, snipping a few inches off your head. He lifted the strands to his face. Curious. Brahms lifted his mask over his head.

He stared at your hair, how it shined at each twist and curl. It felt so soft. It was slightly wet. The memory of you in that shower made his heart face, pumping blood and color to his face. He sniffed the strands of hair before bringing it to his lips. He sucked on the strands, wanting the water out of it and slipping onto his tongue. He pulled the stands out his mouth, slipping his mask down his face and leaving your room. It felt amazing, having a slight taste of you in his mouth. He wanted to smile and laugh like a child. He had a hand to his face, stopping himself from laughing but also embarrassed to have reached out to you so soon. If he had to be quite honest to himself, he really wishes for you to stay long enough until his parents approve of his decision to reveal himself.

You were made for each other - you felt alone and loved him. How could you not love him? He watched how you treated his doll. He loved you, everything about you.

He just hoped you didn’t run away like the other nanny. She was pretty, he had to admit. But she was mean. She hurt him, left him. Then she let someone else hold him and hurt him. You weren’t like her. He was smitten.

He sat on his bed, laying back and held the much smaller cotton stuffed doll in his arms. His body ran hot, the mask was suffocating. He really wanted to know how your skin felt against his. You must’ve felt nice.

He whined and gave small cries into the doll. It’s not fair. He really liked you but didn’t want to scare you. He really wanted to feel your kiss on his cheek, ruffle the top of his head, hum to him, holding his hand during lessons.

The man had unknowingly tired himself out crying, relaxing to sleep with those fake scenarios. Maybe one day they could happen. He’d be the happiest man alive to have you smile at him, not afraid of him.

For now, seeing you behind the walls until his parents give him permission will be enough.

art credit to Ijustwannahavefun on YouTube

[fortune-fool02]

Me: I won't watch The Boy, it's a silly haunted doll film.

Someone: It's got a slasher that says "I'll be good, I will."

Me: *Sitting in front of the TV, watching intensely*

[house-of-slayterr]

The masked Slashers making and gifting you a mask as a show of affection…

[slasherbtch]

✮ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

✮ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✮ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬. 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 (𝐢𝐬𝐡). 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐧. 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧.

✮ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐜 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝) … 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫).

Brahms stares widely at your hips in a trance-like state as they fervently grind against his thigh. One of your hands rests on his chest, while the other covers his, that flick and tug one of your hardened nipples through the tight, fitted tee.

He’s still groggy from just waking up, yet he has long gotten over his shock at you taking initiative. His mind, heavy with sleep, can’t form a single coherent thought, other than letting you use him for your own pleasure.

How could he not? You look so pretty, face scrunched up in ecstasy, lips slightly parted, allowing soft pants to escape. Your moans fill the air, sounds equivalent to Brahms favorite music. If he knew how, he would replace it with you in a heartbeat.

Brahms immediately snaps to attention, hyperfocusing on your face and quivering legs, switching between the two as your jaw drops, releasing a drawn out curse. You’ve finally tumbled over the edge, soiling your shorts.

Watching you come undone was so sexy, the remaining sleep that paralyzed him lifted. In the next minutes that follow, he crashes his lips with yours eagerly and slips a hand in your shorts, groaning at the wetness that gathered.

You’re slightly winded as the positions switched and you find yourself on your back with Brahms hovering over you. He pulls inches away from your lips, just enough to hiss, “My turn,” as he impatiently tugs your shorts down.

Micheal’s surprisingly exhausted, his body movement limited thanks to a chase earlier tonight. But he was more annoyed than anything because those facts were what stopped him from fucking you right now.

Instead, he has to effortlessly bounce you on his thigh as you wiggle your hips with a flustered expression.

Your thighs clamped around his own weakly—Micheal was stronger. He will always be stronger. You were just so small and helpless compared to him. He could break you…

Watching your current expression, he wants nothing more than to have the chance to do just that—to have you withering beneath him as he looms over you, thrusting his big cock into you with no mercy. Your face would be scrunched up in both pleasure and pain. The perfect combo looks beautiful on you.

He tilts his head, silently taunting as your whimpers turn to moans. Your thighs lose their grip, your hips now eagerly grinding down with every lift of his leg. The frictions drive you mad, evident in the way your head is thrown back.

Were you going to come so soon? Micheal was amused. Who knew you riding his thigh for the first time got you so hot that you were coming in less than 20 minutes after him arriving home. It’s a real shame he doesn’t stop even after you do.

[thvshusband]

haii !! >_< can u pls do a brahms with a fem reader with abandonment issues?

of course anon !! i'm new to writing brahms so let's see how this works out lmao

brahms x afab!reader with abandonment issues

(no specific pronouns are used !) :)

warnings: abandonment mention, reference to sex (not explicit i just say the word sex lmao)

brahms would 100% always stay by your side, even when you don't know it

he's been living in the walls watching you all day every day, why would he ever want to leave?

loves reassuring you that he'll never leave. he only has eyes for you, and that'll never change

he is super obsessive and possessive. he wants everyone to know that you're his and his forever

if you’re triggered by anything he does, he’ll do anything to make it up to you. he unknowingly dismissed you when you were giving him affection? he’s going to make you bed in breakfast for the next week and cuddle with you and give you so much physical affection you’ll never be left alone.

y’all will have the most passionate sex after :3

[ahmnom]

Brahms heelshire At your service 😉 find the uncensored version here