#unmasked brahms

[capybar00]

Brahms Heelshire unmasked

Made this on a whim but ended up as a complete sketch and digital art practice because i just got my stylus a little over a week ago (yay) so i had to draw the slasher who got me sucked into the slasher fandom in the first place

(second version of this drawing is him with his bloodshot eyes !!)

[rabbitblackx]

Michael and Brahms with a shy s/o that they always catch staring and it's because now that the s/o saw their faces, they can't get his pretty face out of their head

Michael and Brahms with a Shy!Reader that’s always caught staring

Michael Myers💖

It took a long time for Michael to finally show you his face. But, god… it was so worth it. You couldn’t get his handsome face out of your head. Just the mere thought made you blush bright red!

When sitting at home with Michael, he always caught you staring. It was so embarrassing for you, especially since it always happened. He glared back at you from behind his mask, silently demanding to know why you were staring

“I’m sorry, Michael!” You stammered bashfully, covering your red face. “I just… you’re just so pretty under that mask. I wish…” your voice suddenly grew small, and you turned your head away shyly. “I wish I could see it more.” You squeaked

After a few painfully quiet moments, you jumped when you felt Michael’s calloused hand grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your glassy eyes widened in awe, as his unmasked face stared back at you. You practically crumbled apart under his piercing glare, as he asked you a question, using only his black eyes

Do you love me?

Michael’s hand gently slid down your jawline, resting comfortably around your throat. “Yes…” you whimpered barely above a whisper

I love you too.

Michael’s grip on your neck tightened, and his lips slammed onto yours

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms was always a little embarrassed when he caught you staring. Which was ironic, since you were much more shy. It was happening more and more often, where you would steal glances his way when he wasn’t looking

“Why are you staring at me, pretty?” Brahms finally asked in his deep, raspy voice

Your face blushed a bright red, and you looked away shyly. “Because, um… I think you’re really cute. Especially without your mask. You’re so…” you shifted uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. “You’re so… handsome…” you giggled nervously

A blush was quickly creeping across Brahms’ own face behind his mask. His heart pounded against his chest, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He huffed as his breath grew quicker and heavier, tugging off his mask with haste

“Really?” Brahms asked hopefully, leaning in close

You couldn’t bring yourself to shy away from his advances, staring in awe at his beautifully scarred features. “Yeah…” you nodded

Brahms didn’t care if he made you nervous or bashful, he grabbed your sides and thrusted you forward. “Tell me that again… tell me that again and kiss me.” He groaned

You trembled in his grasp, secretly loving every little bit of it. “You’re handsome.” You moaned, cupping his burned face and ghosting your lips over his. “And I love you.” You added, before kissing him deeply

[mrs-b-heelshire]

Brahms headcanons

Just some little things I thought of about Brahms and how he would act when you chose to stay with him ^.^ (this might be a long post, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes its currently 1am)

SFW bits (10 points)

❤︎ before he gets comfortable enough to show himself, he will find out ways to sneakily take care of you, getting your clothes ready before you wake up, making sure you have a glass of water for bed ect

❤︎ he will admire anything and everything you do, if he notices certain things make you laugh, he will go out of his way to keep them around the house just to hear you laugh and see your smile

❤︎ when he eventually shows himself to you, he will be tense and anxious, but he will instantly melt into you when you hug him and accept him

❤︎ he will be very confused when you get mad at him for not showing himself sooner "what if you got hurt back there, I wouldn't have even known!" he doesn't like when you are mad, so he tries to distract you with hugs

❤︎ he will watch you do chores, studying how you do them but will mess them up when he tries to do them to help you out then get frustrated, he will pout and sulk till you tell him he done a good job for a first attempt, and you are proud of him

❤︎ he adores praise, he will instantly melt when you tell him he's doing a good job or that he's a good boy, will cling to you when you do and try to do more stuff just to hear the words again

❤︎ he loves when you get clingy when you are tired, he will purposely keep you awake so you will lean on him and cuddle into him, he would eventually let you go to bed but only if you promise to stay cuddled up next to him

❤︎ when he feels comfortable enough to show you his unmasked face, his eyes would be watering and he would revert back to speaking broken sentences, his voice would break every now and again, but he believes you when you say you adore him and wouldn't leave just because of his injuries

❤︎ he would notice how much you would smile when he would take off his mask or not rush to put it back on after a bath or nap so he would ask you at random points of the day if you would take it off, he would watch as you gently take it off and smile

❤︎ he would be nervous when you would kiss his scars at first, but he would grow to enjoy them, he would even start to ask for them, you never tell him no, you couldn't, you know it is helping him become even more comfortable around you

NSFW bits (10 points) DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR

TW's: praise, pet names, kink, rough interactions, biting

❤︎ you would start to notice he is always hard when he's around you, he'd hug you from behind and you'd feel it, he'd sit you on his lap and you'd feel it, it was strange at first but after a little while you start to feel comfortable teasing him softly about it

❤︎ he loves when you run your fingers over his body, he of course wanted more but knew why you wanted to take it a little slow, so any time you'd start caressing his chest and stomach, he would lean into you, unable to silence the whimpers leaving his lips

❤︎ where he has been isolated for 20 years, he's inexperienced to say the least, he knows he wants you, but he doesn't know how to go about it, he will become comfortable asking you questions, he will like it when a certain question makes you blush and stutter slightly

❤︎ he will learn how to tease you throughout the day, he will kiss your neck and nibble at it softly, sometimes getting a bit too worked up and biting too hard leaving small indentations not wanting to admit he liked seeing them, he would run his hand up the inside of your thigh just to hear your breath catch in your throat

❤︎ he will go crazy if you moan, even if it's almost silent, he will want to hear it again and again, he would do anything and everything to hear those sounds coming from you because he is the cause of them

❤︎ when you get more comfortable with him you will notice he likes to be praised and hear that he is doing a good job, he will lean what you like even if you don't say it, he would learn through the sounds you make and the way your body reacts

❤︎ he is quite submissive but if you tease him enough and deny him release, he can be quite dominant as well, it surprises you at first, but you absolutely love the way he would speak to you in those moments, his voice would be low and rough, he would grip onto you so tightly it would leave marks

❤︎ when he sees the marks he's left on you after, he would apologise and apologise, you try to explain that they don't hurt and that you love seeing them but he wouldn't listen at first, its only when he catches you admiring them when you're alone he starts to calm down when he sees them and will even ask to leave little marks on you during

❤︎ his two favourite positions are you riding him and doggy, he loves when you're on top because he can admire and touch every inch of you, he can see your facial expressions and it will drive him crazy, doggy is for when he's feeling dominant, he loves how it gives him complete control over you and he likes the convenience of it, if he wants to have you in that position he can do anywhere

❤︎ you teach him about after care and why it's important, he will constantly ask about it to make sure he is doing it correctly, he will do it after every session you two have and he will whine if you tell him he doesn't have to

[kittyamore0]

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

-🌹

Our first time

Thank you!

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

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

genre: NSFW one-shot

Fandom: Horror

Character: Brahms Heelshire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers and the first kiss

Jason Voorhees

You're gonna have to take the lead on this one. Jason doesn't initiate anything beyond cuddles, at least for while.

The best moment to ask him for a kiss would be during those cuddles. And for the first time, asking is absolutely mandatory.

The moment the question has left your mouth, he is equally terrified and excited. Really? You want a kiss… from *him*?

He's going to stare at you with a deer-in-headlights look for a long moment, before lifting his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth.

His lips are rough and chapped and quivering under yours. He is absolutely enjoying the kiss, he is just a bit overwhelmed.

But from that moment on he will occasionally lift his mask a little during cuddle-time to ask for a kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is a bit more hands on than Jason. Being the romantic soul he is, a first kiss with him would happen the first time you see him unmasked. It's a movie-worthy moment, really.

He is so focused on his work that he only notices his mask slipping when it finally falls off and lands on the ground. Luckily it doesn't break and only suffers a few dents. Nothing unfixable. He is more worried about you seeing his face for the first time, so he quickly turns away to hide it under his hair.

"Vincent… wait."

He freezes mid-motion.

You cup his cheek with one hand and turn his head so he is facing you again.

"Vinnie… you're perfect."

Those words, breathlessly whispered, break through whatever fears have been holding him back. Before you know it, you are pressed against him and his mouth crashes against yours. He is gentle yet passionate, and leaves you breathless and wanting more afterwards.

Freddy Krueger

The way we know Freddy, he tries to kiss you before you even know his name, albeit in an attempt to creep you out and make you feel even more helpless in his realm. Well joke's on him, you're into that shit.

He is *very* taken aback when you launch a proverbial counter-offensive by just going along with it. Part of him is frustrated that you seem too unafraid to kill. Another part of him further down south on his anatomy is curious where this may lead. By the time you come up with an equally dirty, cheesy and somehow even macabre pick-up-line to follow the impromtu makeout session, he is already putty in your hands. Okay maybe keeping you and *only* you around wouldn't be the worst idea.

Brahms Heelshire

Pretty much gets to it as soon as the whole proxy-doll business is done away with. This man demands his good-night-kiss every night and skipping that is not an option. He even immediately ditches the mask when you ask to kiss him properly.

Having spent the majority of his life living in the walls of his conservative parents' house of course means that he has absolutely zero experience and only very limited exposure to romantic media and just goes by whatever feels good to him. So he tends to be a bit too rough while chasing the pleasure he gets from kissing you. Be patient with him; he is touch-starved as hell and has a lot of pent-up energy. With time, he'll learn that it's way more fun when he is not just doing what *he* wants and pays attention to your reactions too.

Bubba Sawyer

He *really* wants to kiss you, pretty much as soon as Drayton kindly decides that you would be more useful as a worker than as lunch. But he has never had the opportunity to kiss someone before, and he really wants you to enjoy it. So he decides to try and get advice from his presumeably more experienced brothers. Asking Drayton yields no result, the question just makes him angry, and Chop Top just responds by giggling so hard that he barely gets a word out. It's so frustrating for Bubba.

At some point he decides to stop worrying and just goes ahead with it. Probably while you're cleaning up after the latest "meat delivery" has been properly taken care of. He grabs you by the arm, pulls you against his chest and plants a very wet kiss on your mouth. He is absolutely vibrating with delight when you kiss him back.

[outerrimhours]

Brahms Heelshire X Fem!Reader

{Part one} / {Part Two} / {Part Three} / {Masterlist}

Note: I didn't expect this to become more than it is, but here we are. Trying to build up to the smut.

Warnings: Anxiety, fear, abandonment issues, blood, injury, fluff

Song: Romantic Homicide by D4vd

You followed the rules. Day to day, as if nothing had ever changed. Some days harder than others and you wondered how much of the circumstances you had truly processed within your brain. Despite it all, regret was never an option. Even the volatility of Brahm’s emotions couldn’t make you regret staying. 

You were alone. Nothing to go back to, no one missing you, except a boy who was also alone. You wanted to take care of him, allow him the love he so desperately deserved. 

He didn’t talk much, now that he was no longer a ghost in the wall, but his presence was always so loud. Lingering, watching. When you cooked, he lingered in the doorway, so observant and curious but too afraid to cross the threshold. But you always felt him, the chill, the goosebumps that rose on your skin. 

“Are you hungry,”, you would ask, only to receive a nod in return, hands behind his back as he walked over to sit at the head of the dining table. 

Brahms always made sure to brush his fingers against you when you sat the plate in front of him. And it never stopped eliciting the same response. Atomic particles floating in the air, lingering between the space between fingertips. It made your breath hitch every time.

When you played piano for him, he sat far away on the couch. He didn’t like the sun, it was too much, too bright, too warm. But he loved the way it cascaded over you. Dust floating in the space between you and the window, skin tanned and warm in its glow. He would let his eyes linger a little too long over the dip in your throat, the way your lips parted in focus. 

After hours of lingering eyes and non accidental touches, before dinner you would sit on the couch and read to him, and as if he had spent the entire day forming some intrepidity, he would lay down on the couch and allow his head to rest in your lap. His eyes never left your face for a second, afraid if he looked away you would disappear. 

Even as you read, your fingers threaded through freshly washed hair, so soft and curled at the ends. You pretended to not notice him, speaking every word of the book so deliberately. Brahms listened intently, but not to the story, to the way you spoke every word, eyes always so focused on your lips. You wished the mask didn’t cover his face, so desperate to trace your fingers over the bridge of his nose, thumb brushing over the skin of his cheek. 

You wanted to believe the day would be easy. It had been easy, too easy, enough to set you on edge. Turn of emotions for Brahms was like a match to a flame, instant and intense. 

You were cooking dinner when he crept behind you, body pressed against your back. He towered over you, having to lean down to press his unmasked lips against your shoulder. It was bold of him and you could tell by his heavy breathing that it made him apprehensive. You could feel the exposed chest hair, soft against the skin of your back with every rise and fall of his breaths. 

You had to tell him.

Brahms stretched out his arms, sleeves of his cardigan on both sides of your body as he placed his hands against the countertop. 

“I’m busy”, you mused, pretending as if you were bothered by his sudden need for contact. Truely, you wanted more of it, but you needed to tell him you had to leave to get groceries, uncharted territory that you were afraid to touch.

“We need to talk about something”, you added, quietly, turning in his arms to face him. 

He instantly pulled his mask back into place before arms returned to trap you against the counter. 

“We need groceries, Brahms, that means I have to leave to go get them.”

From the way his eyes squinted, you could tell his brows were furrowed. A flash of panic before enmity took its place. His brain switched gears, always emerging at the sense of a threat, a way to protect himself. Softer eyes taking a backseat, the flip of his emotions almost gave you whiplash. You could feel it suffocate the air and suddenly he was way too close. 

You shut your eyes, dizzy with the inability to catch your breath when his jaw tensed, eyes staring down at you with an almost hatred. As if to say, “I knew you would leave, just like everyone else”. 

“No”, he cried out, strangled as if suddenly he would cry.

“I will come back Brahms, I promise”. 

He was so clearly afraid, rage masking his vulnerability. 

“You’re..not leaving. I won’t allow it.” 

Brahms knuckles turned painfully white, gripping the edged surface on each side of you.

“Stop it”, you scolded, heart aching at his fear, but frustrated at the tantrum. 

His eyes looked everywhere but at you, reaching with long, piano like fingers for the empty glass of water that had sat next to the stove. 

You were too afraid to reach out and comfort him. 

“What if I went tonight, while you were sleeping?  I would be back before you realized.” 

You gasped at the sound of glass breaking, moving away within his grasp to comprehend what had happened. 

Shards fell off the edge, blood dripping through Brahm’s fingers and onto the contrast of the marbled floor. He swayed, staggering back slightly at the sight. Your mouth open with disbelief. 

“What did you do”, you yelled, startling him as he backed away more.

“Brahms”.

He wouldn’t allow you any further, every step forward from you was a step backwards for him, as if you had been the one to do it. 

“Let me help you”, you cried. 

Everything was too loud for Brahms. The kitchen light too bright, your worried face overwhelming. He didn’t want to look at you. He hated you in that moment. The throbbing pain in his hand, sticky, syrup like fluid running down his arm. It was all too much. So he retreated.

Retreated back to the only place that felt safe; the walls. His room. 

You sunk to the floor next to the glass, blood already oxidizing into its brown leftovers. 

You allowed yourself to cry. 

~

 You only knew he was okay by the occasional sounds of his roaming that night. Dinner untouched and cold. You turned down the quilt of his bed, leaving the lamp on in case of his arrival. You knew he wasn’t coming though. Your heart ached at the thought of his hand, worried like a mother. 

 You noticed the book you had been reading was missing from the nightstand and you pictured him in his small bed behind the wall, curled up with all of the blankets and pillows you had allowed him to steal, teddy bear slipped under one arm while he read in the low light. He would be restless, surely, accustomed to falling asleep in your arms. You hated to admit you would also be restless without him.

[httplvki]

end was a bit rushed, so i do apologize </3 i’m a bit jet lagged (gn reader, intimate and vulnerable, self indulgent, fluffy, warning ; reader has old self harm scars on biceps, nakey brahms & you, implications on “intimate” things you guys did, brahms kisses your scars)

the first time brahms saw the scars you had on some parts of your body was when you changed out of your clothes in the manor for the first time. he was in the walls observing your every move and scanning your unclothed body for his own perverted pleasure and curiosity until he saw the faint scars on both your biceps and deltoids.

more curious than worried about who or what happened for you to get those scars.

but out of the walls, he could finally touch and observe your body. the aftermath of your first intimate night with brahms led to a short conversation about the scars.

sitting on the bed unclothed and unmasked made you both vulnerable to each other. he gently runs his fingers through the scars on your biceps like you were a fragile porcelain doll.

“who did this to you?” he asks

you hesitate whether or not you should answer, biting back a response you let out either way.

“i did,” you faintly said while avoiding eye contact with brahms

taken aback by your answer, he questions you again

“why?”

silence filled the air for a minute until your breath hitched, and you tried to say something that would clearly answer his question. but alas, you were only able to say three words.

“i don’t know…” stuttered out quietly.

already making it clear to brahms that you weren’t ready to explain in detail. he didn’t say anything to fill the silence in the room that made you dread what was going to happen next.

till brahms gently pushed your body back on the pillows to make you lay down. he makes his way to your right bicep to start slowly running soft kisses on the scars while he lets his free hand gently stroke your other scarred side.

you let out a quiet giggle because of how his beard tickles you when he kisses you. he looks up at you, looking like a puppy wanting to make it’s owner fawn over it. he pulls away and makes it over to your left side to start repeating the same action as he did to your other side.

once he pulled away, you cupped his face with your hands and made him come closer. adoringly looking at him, you began to sleepily kiss his scarred side as a way to repay for the meaningful gesture he did.

comfortable silence fills the room while you drift off into sleep in each other's arms.

[oh-men-of-dark-and-dismal-fate]

Unmasked Brahms

Finally...He is done. Took a while and I almost scrapped it. Lesson learned; everything looks like shit on three hours of sleep. In any case, I'm happy with how it turned out.

Watercolor and ink.

[frenchfrywrites]

It started out with a kiss (how did it end up like this)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom top amab male reader, sub bottom Brahms Heelshire, piss, cumming untouched, handjobs, overstimulation, soap as lube, dacryphilia

thank you to the lovely @fatigueeed for this commission, it was a delight to write (hehe the rhyme was unintentional)

“But I don’t want to!” Brahms yells, his fists balling up to prove his point. 

You’re trying to get him to take a shower, which is a hard feat in itself, but it’s made even more difficult with Brahms’ seemingly unexplained bad attitude today. You’ve learned that he has days like this, where he’s cranky and bratty and it’s hard not to want to punish him. 

You take a deep breath, attempting to deescalate the situation. 

“Okay,” your tone is soft and gentle, like you’re talking to a wild animal, “what would make you feel good enough to take a shower?” seems like a compromise may be the only way that you’ll get him to cooperate today. 

Brahms hesitates, staring at you through the holes in his mask. His fists unfurl, and he shifts from foot to foot, “kiss,” he mumbles softly. Your brows furrow. Knowing Brahms the way you do, that can’t possibly be all that he wants. Though, you suppose it’s a fine starting point.

“We can kiss Brahms,” you reassure him sweetly, and though it’s impossibly soft, you swear that you hear him stumble and stammer from behind his mask. 

You hold your hand out to him, “c’mere,” he’s quick to close the space between you, grabbing your hand in his and holding on tight. “You promise you’ll take a shower after?” you check, and Brahms nods. 

With his promise confirmed you close your eyes, and hear him take his mask off. A moment later he presses his lips to yours, tightening his grip on your hand- if you were to guess, because of excitement.

You kiss back tenderly, and like each time you kiss, the urge to open your eyes and see him unmasked overwhelms you. Though, his trust is much more important than seeing his face, so you keep your eyes closed. 

Brahms kisses you for a while, so long that you wonder if he’s trying to prolong the kiss to avoid the shower he’s promised he’ll take, but eventually he does pull away. He takes a second to catch his breath, and then you hear him put the mask back on. 

Your eyes slowly flutter open, “shower time,” you remind him, tugging him towards the bathroom. Brahms lets you pull him all the way there,

“Wait,” and then he stops you before you open the door. You turn to look at him, ready to deal with another tantrum, but he looks more shy than anything. “Um,” you cock a brow, confused as to what Brahms is up to. “I want something else,” you hold back how badly you want to roll your eyes, because of course he wanted more than just a kiss, “I want you to take a shower with me, please.”

That catches your attention. You’ve never seen him without his mask, and now he wants to take a shower together? “Okay,” you respond dumbly, still a bit in shock. 

Now it’s Brahms who tugs you into the bathroom. He makes quick work of stripping himself down to his underwear, still wearing his mask. He then turns to you expectantly, and you finally snap out of your stupor and begin undressing yourself, not missing how Brahms stares you down as you do. 

You wonder what his plans are with the mask. Will he wear it into the shower, or make you close your eyes throughout the entire time? Like him, you strip down to your underwear, then wait for his next move. Brahms clears his throat softly. 

“Please don’t be scared,” is all he says before his hands reach up to his mask. Despite his large stature he seems impossibly small in front of you, curled in on himself as he pulls off his mask in front of you for the first time.

“Oh Brahms,” you breathe, unable to stop the way you gather his face in your hands. You knew he had a beard, because you could feel it each time he kissed you, but other than that his face is entirely new to you. “Darling you’re beautiful,” tenderly, you trace the burn scars on the side of his face. Brahms’ lip quivers,

“You’re not lying, are you?” he checks, his voice cracking as he leans into your touch. You kiss him sweetly,

“No, not at all,” you reassure him, “thank you for letting me see you,” he smiles, and truly you feel so lucky for getting to see him like this. You deliver another loving kiss, and Brahms opens his mouth against your lips, inviting you to slip your tongue in. You indulge him, maybe as a reward for being good and brave, or maybe because seeing his face sparked something hot and wanting inside of you. 

When you feel Brahms’ erection press against you you pull away, patting his cheek gently, “it’s shower time now,” you murmur breathlessly. Brahms whines, “c’mon, I’ll wash you,” you offer, as a way to avoid another tantrum. That has him practically jumping out of his underwear, and into the shower. He pulls the curtain closed and starts the water, quickly popping his head out to make sure you’re on your way.

You take your time, putting on a show for him. Then you make your way into the shower, Brahms steps back to let you in, practically drooling as he looks at you. Your cock stirs at the attention. 

“Be a good boy and hand me the soap, yeah?” he does as he’s told, and you go about cleaning the upper part of his body. Brahms stays erect the whole time, arching his chest into your hands and moaning when you brush against his nipples. He’s not playing it up either, you know he’s so touch starved that simply having you clean him can get him all worked up. Brahms places his hands on your shoulders and leans into your touch fully, leaving hardly any space between the two of you.

Once his upper body is clean, your hands travel south. Teasingly, you avoid his cock, saving that for last. Brahms is breathless with your hands so close, yet not touching him where he wants and needs it most. 

“Please,” he whimpers, 

“Please what, Brahmsy?” you tease running your soapy hands along his inner thighs, knowing full well what he wants. 

“Touch me- touch my cock, please,” he strains, bucking his hips. 

“Good boy,” you murmur, taking him into your hand at last. Brahms lets out a choked gasp, again bucking his hips, his fingers sinking into the meat of your shoulders. You circle his head with your thumb, then begin to slowly stroke him. 

You’ve jerked him off before, but have never seen his face while you do it. His eyes flicker between watching you stroke him, to your own hard cock, to your face. His cheeks are a bright red, and not because of the hot water from the shower. Brahms licks his lips, and you’re overcome with the urge to kiss him.

“You’re so hot,” you groan, squeezing the base of his cock as you lean in and press your lips against his. Brahms moans against your lips, his dick twitching in your hold. You stroke him slowly, and sometimes he grinds into your hand, trying to pick up the pace. You don’t chastise him though, because you’re too distracted with soaking up every sound he makes and all of his physical reactions. 

Brahms pants against your lips, moaning and whimpering, his grip on your shoulders tightening and loosening depending on how you stroke him. 

He lets out a sharp gasp when you rub his tip again. There’s pre bubbling at the tip already, though you’re not surprised considering how touch starved he still is. 

“I’m going to- it feels like I’m going to pee,” he cries softly, his eyes wide. His words make you feel hot all over, but you figure he’s just talking about cumming so instead you kiss his jaw while quickening your pace. A second later he lets out a strangled noise, and he frantically looks down at his dick.

Oh. He was right. 

You both watch as Brahms pisses all over your abdomen and dick. The hot stream of his piss is not unlike the shower water- save for the fact that it’s piss- nevertheless it makes you unreasonably horny. 

Brahms clings to you, still watching the scene playing out before him. He’s breathing heavy near your ear, mumbling and whining something you can’t decipher. He sniffles and you look up,

“Cum- cumming,” you finally hear him say. On cue you feel the stream die down, his dick twitches once, twice- and you never stopped stroking him now that you notice it- then, replacing his piss, Brahms cums on you. You look down to see him further dirty you.

He jerks his hips into your hand as he rides out his orgasm.

“I-” you look up to see his face once he stills his hips, “I’m so sorry,” he wails, his voice cracking as tears well up in his eyes. You coo,

“Oh Brahms, baby,” you kiss his jaw once again, feeling his dick soften in your hand. “It’s okay, you’re okay lovely,” you assure him, squeezing his dick once before letting go. Brahms nuzzles his face into your skin, sniffling softly. You run a hand through his wet hair, “felt so good having you piss on me,” you tell him honestly, and Brahms whimpers, “feel how hard I am?” you guide his hand to your penis. 

Brahms moans, circling his hand around you and giving you a shaky stroke. There’s remnants of his cum and piss on your cock, but neither of you seem to care. 

“Did it feel good for you, baby?” you ask carefully. Brahms nods and pulls his head back so he can look at you. His cheeks are flushed a deep red,

“It felt very good,” he squeezes your cock in his hand, “I want you inside now,” you nearly have to remind him about being bratty, but he quickly adds, “please?” 

You huff, “is that right?” he nods again, “you think you can handle it?” 

“Yes, please, need to feel you stretching me open and fuh-fucking me full, please,” he asks oh so politely. 

“Good boy minding your manners,” you take his hand, that had been sloppily stroking and playing with you, in yours. “Lean against the wall for me,” Brahms follows your instructions, watching you through his dark curls that fall in front of his face. 

You first lube your cock up with some soap, knowing this is what will have to suffice for lube right now, but cursing yourself for not having the real thing.

After coating your fingers, you approach Brahms. With the hand that’s not coated with soap, you get a good grip on his thigh. A bit of struggling, and one very scary slip, you get situated with Brahms supported against the shower wall, his legs wrapped around your waist and his arms around your neck. 

It’s jarring, seeing him face-to-face rather than face-to-mask. You’re enthralled by his expressions, and though you know it makes him feel safe and secure, you hope he forgoes the mask more often now. 

“Ready?” you ask, circling his hole with your soapy finger. He gasps softly, his cock still soft but twitching with interest at the feel of you against his rim,

“Yes,” Brahms tries to hump back against you, so you begin inching your first finger into him. There’s a bit of resistance, but with a couple of gentle kisses he loosens up for you to start stretching him. 

He’s noisy with your fingers in him. His sounds echo off the shower walls, creating a cacophony of moans and whimpers.

By the time you get two fingers in and stretching him, Brahms is hard and leaking already. 

“You’re going to cum again before I get my cock in you, aren’t you,” you tease, curling your fingers towards his prostate. Brahms lurches, his head knocking back his head against the shower wall.

“Yuh-yes,” he cries as you continue to massage his prostate. “Please, ah, may I?” you coo,

“Oh baby, go ahead, cum for me,” with your permission he does, cumming untouched and oh so quickly. His cum dirties his stomach and chest as he squeezes and flutters around your fingers. You finger fuck him through it, “there we go, sweet boy, cumming untouched for me, so good,” you babble praise watching his expressions fervently. 

When his breathing slows and he whines instead of moans, you slowly pull your fingers from him. Looking at him like this, you can’t help but wrap your hand around your cock. 

“Ah, still want my dick baby?” you ask eagerly, stroking yourself in anticipation. Brahms wipes the sweat from his brow, and looks at you through his lashes. 

“Yes, please,” he sounds so sweet, you have to squeeze the bottom of your cock to stop yourself from getting too worked up. 

“Fuck,” you readjust so you can align yourself up with his hole. Brahms lets out a weak whine when he feels your cockhead rub against him. “You sure you’re okay?” he nods,

“I want you inside me, I want to feel you stuffing me up, please,” you push yourself into him, groaning his name as he engulfs you. Brahms lets out a choked moan and then sobs. 

“Oh baby,” you coo, kissing his jaw, and run your hand through his hair. He leans into your touch, tears streaming down his face. Brahms clenches hard around you with each sob, which makes pressing yourself into him take longer than usual. “Is it too much Brahms?” you ask as you bottom out. 

“No, no,” he wails, pulling you closer, “please,” he hiccups a sob “feels so good,” 

“Shh, okay, okay,” you kiss him gently, hoping to calm him. It works pretty well: his breathing steadies, and his sobs turn to sniffles. 

After a moment, he finally shakily asks you to move. 

You start with a slow pace, still letting him get adjusted to the stretch and sensations from your cock. Brahms lets out heavy breaths, his dick slowly becoming erect once again. To help him along you once again take him into your hand. 

He gasps at the feeling, his eyes shooting open. Brahms twitches in your hold, chubbing up as you stroke him in time with your slow pace. 

“Faster, faster, please,” he begs, fluttering around you. Eagerly, you shift your hips and speed up your thrusts. In turn you also stroke Brahms faster, working him to full hardness. 

You know you’ve only got so much control, and sooner rather than later you’re going to climax. It’s been a steady climb, but now while fucking Brahms, you feel it closing in on you.

“Fuck,” you squeeze his cock gently and Brahms keens, “I’m gonna cum soon baby, hah,” he moans, open and wanton at your promise. “Havin’ you, ah ungh, piss n’ cum on my cock, having you cum-mmm, so much, Brahms,” you’re feeling delirious, maybe the heat of the shower is the cause (it’s not that, it’s the heat around your cock that’s making you go crazy). 

Brahms clings you closer to him, letting out a wail of a moan that echoes against the walls at your dirty talk. 

“Want me to- hah- fill you up baby?” you ask, panting now due to how fast you’re fucking into him, the heat, and the physical labor of holding Brahms up. He nods so fast you worry about him getting whiplash,

“Oh, please, please-” he moans your name when your thumb swipes along the slit of his cock, spreading the pre cum that once again forms at the head of his cock, “cum inside of me- ah- fill me up, please.”

His begging brings you over the edge, and finally you feel the release you’ve been needing for what feels like ages. You stroke Brahms’ cock rough and fast as you pound your cum into him. He lets out a choked sob, and arches his back as best as he can.

It’s only once you finally come down from your orgasm that Brahms cums for a third time, squeezing around your softening cock like a vice. You hiss, but jerk him off through his orgasm. You don’t stop until he’s whimpering in pain. 

Ever so carefully, you slip yourself out of him, and help him stand. Brahms is shaky, clinging to you like he’s not a massive man toned with heavy muscle. 

You kiss him lovingly, “thank you for cooperating and taking a shower, darling,” you run a hand down his back, and slip two fingers into his hole to help get your cum out of him. 

Brahms shudders against you, letting out a weak sob at the overstimulation. “Oh I know Brahms, just be a good boy for one more minute, and then we’ll get you into some soft, warm pajamas, how’s that sound?”

Brahms doesn’t give you a vocal answer, but he kisses your skin that’s closest to his mouth, and you suppose that must mean he’s pleased. 

As you promised, once he’s clean (inside and out), you turn off the water and carefully help him out of the shower. 

Brahms clings to you even as you attempt to dry both of you off, which makes the task take longer than normally. You help him into his fuzzy robe that you’d gotten as soon as you’d started making him shower and bathe more frequently, and pull on a similar robe for yourself. Brahms grabs his mask and slips it on before you leave. 

Hand in hand you guide him to your (now) shared room. Brahms, instead of letting you get you and him into pajamas, drags you to your bed. He tugs you under the covers, and snuggles into you. 

“Kiss?” he asks softly, his voice sore and rough, looking up at you adoringly from behind his mask. You smile lovingly, before kissing the porcelain sweetly. To your surprise Brahms pulls away first, “you’re not going to leave me,” it’s not a question, but you nod anyway. 

He’s right. You’re not going to leave.

[skullytotheark]

Doodle Dump: part one i think

Toby mask test: drew him with one of my oc's gas Mask as a test because I'm having a slight design crisis. Dunno he'll end up having it at the end though. The mask was heavily inspired by the reboot toby's mask but i made it into like a pyro tf2 style gasmask

The reason I kinda wanna change the mask is 1: To be kinda unique to my design 2: The half mask & goggles aren't really intimidating, I feel like if you see some maniac with a gasmask on holding an axe it's abit more scary then some emo w/ a pair of goggles in a hoodie

Toby unmasked concepts:

Recently i thought of redesiging toby for my creepyhornets au. At first I was thinking of leaning more towards the reboot design for My Toby however I did end up going to the Right image. The first image ended up getting modified and turned into a "toby inspired oc" named Garfield robinson

Garfield Robinson "The Woodland Maniac": This character was made for my "creepypastas but OCS" au. A big trouble im having w/ him is that idk if I should give the mask to Him or Toby... Tbh I think he might end up keeping it at the end. I do have more "creepypastas but ocs" characters but im gonna try & make two more ocs before i do a full post on the AU

Silly Zalgo concept: Wanted to try & design zalgo in my creepyhornets canon. That's it tbh

Thomas Watson "Dollface": Another character for the "creepypasta but ocs" au. From now on im just gonna call the au "Clear Skies 75" because i had that name laying around for abit. But as you can tell this character is inspired via "Masky" because I fucking LOVE masky.

Inspirtation: His face is semi inspired by Joel from ltou game and I kept Tim's bodytype from Marble hornets because I don't like twink masky at all [I WILL RANT ABOUT HOW I HATE FANON MASKY DONT EVEN RN]. The main theme of the au is that the characters are semi inspired by "creepypastas" [masky & hoody are rare exceptions] and I take my own little originality to it. As for the Mask I was sort of inspired by concept art for brahms in from the boy, Random stertypical dummies and halloween masks back in the 80s where it was just the character's face

Story: Thomas's story is kinda similiar to the story of marble hornets with the whole "Stopping the sickness" thing. But instead it's pretty much camping trip gone wrong. Will be expanded upon in a seperate post once i ACTUALLY write it down instead of being a lazy ass

Bryan Hoffman "Null": Another clear lakes 75 oc. Heavily inspired by Hoody & Skully. Bryan starts off as a "hoody" character, dies then returns as Skully. I still havent designed "Hoody" yet but all i can really imagine is little spiral on a black spandex mask w/ a black hoode for the design

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I'll probably do more drawing dumps eventually, I dont reallyyy wanna just repost my content from tiktok but we'll see i guess.

See y'all in the next post

[echoes-lighthouse]

Evil Slasher Orphanage Backstory/Order

I'm a sick little creature who doesn't have the attention span to read fanfiction right now and I'm very sad about it so here's my backstory for the evil slasher orphanage! It doesn't fit together with their canons so don't worry about it too much but this is the vibe

Brahms is my original baby: I took the nanny position and made friends with him, but didn't want to stay in England, so we bought a farm in 'merica and moved over there: we do farm chores together and have a good amount of privacy and it's nice

Sadako was the next to show up, fleeing from her dad during a show of her mother's psychic abilities. I found her running through the fields and took her in, and she stayed with us.

Michael was third: tried to steal our truck, I was the one who caught him in the act. Took him a while to stop trying to kill me, but I'm pretty difficult to catch: it was harder keeping Brahms and Sadako from getting at him the one time he actually managed to stab me.

Anyways, eventually he figured out that the place was safe and settled down and we had a little family of four for a while.

Lester Sinclair was around our community and I knew him peripherally, I guess he figured out what was happening at our farm and came to dump his younger brother off after he killed Vincent's twin in a family fight.

Vincent was a bit catatonic without his twin for a while: took a lot of care and time before he came back to life.

Sadako was the one who found Carrie: she was running through the fields, just like Sadako when I first found her. Sadako brought her to the house and the two of them are pretty close: I think having someone to protect helps Carrie to feel settled in the house.

Jason was living in one of our barns for a while, none of us minded too much, I basically coaxed him in like a stray cat and then started giving him farm chores.

And then there are the new teens! Billy and Stu crashed a police car in one of our fields trying to get away from the cops: huge hassle of a coverup for the whole house and both of them needed a bunch of medical attention. By the end of it, we ended up with Billy in our house because he was on a wanted list and Stu had managed not to get unmasked so he splits time between our house and his parents'. We're all adjusting to the new members, especially having someone from The Outside World that visits and then leaves.

[pedzs]

Allo! I hope you very much understand how enchanting and beautiful your art is, it’s actually stunning!! I have many ideas! I gotta catch up on the fic that you base your drawings on, which only helps enchants the story for me, and the story helps enchants your art, it’s amazing! But right right, so I gotta catch up, I haven’t read the latest chapters yet, but if you’re okay to ideas for Brahms just in general, then,

What about him playing the piano? Or even him showing Greta how to play, or him alone, in the walls with his forehead resting on the wall, because he’s listening to Greta read to the doll and he’s just…. So sad, so alone, he just wants that too. Or him pressing Greta’s hand to his face? Masked or unmasked! OH!! A scene from the fic that would be lovely is, when he kneels down by greta and his hand is on her thigh, trying to tell her that he trusts her! Or him trying to pick up the dishes! Or them actually sitting at a table together when greta eats! Or when Greta cleans him up and he gets some town clothes on when they first go out to town!! Or the part when they get in the car and Brahms grabs Greta’s hand before they go and warns her, or when he’s in the car and he sees the river for the first time is so so long, and it’s beautiful to him, like his eyes have just that hint of a sparkle in them behind the mask, or or or-(I’m very sorry my brain is quite loud lol)

OH lord what a creative mind! Thank you so much for all the ideas, I pictured all of them in my head, and gonna start searching for references!

Thank you so much for the help, I appreciate it so much❤️ ah, what a kind soul

[rabbitblackx]

Can I get head canons for Jason, Brahms, Bubba RZ and Og Michael and Freddy with an s/o who has a picture of them (the slasher) in a heart shaped locket they wear all the time? I got one for christmas and I’m trying to figure out how to add a picture that will fit to it. Thank you as always

Thank u for ur patience🫠💞

Slashers with a Reader that has a photo of them in a heart shaped locket

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger and Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer💖

Bubba nearly cried when you first showed him the locket around your neck. He held the heart shaped pendant in his shaky hands, running his thumb over the tiny picture of himself in it

Bubba completely melted when you pulled him into a kiss, his hands slipping off the necklace and around your waist

He made an effort to dance around with you more often after you got the locket. He was also somehow even more snuggly, always stealing kisses and touches

Bubba couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you. And wow! You had his picture in a heart shaped locket? Wha?? He loved to show you off to his brothers

Michael Myers💖

You opened your heart shaped locket in front of Michael, revealing a photo of him inside. It was of him as a child, unmasked with a mop of blonde hair over his eyes

Michael slowly tilted his head. He didn’t understand why you had this. Honestly, he probably would be very indifferent about it at first. If anything, he probably thought you were dumb for it. Didn’t you know what he was? He didn’t know why you always glorified him

If Michael was having one of his very rare good days, he may of gotten a bit soft with you (don’t count on it). He came home to you at night, laying next to you on your bed. You sleepily smiled at him in the dark, while he took in your stunning features

As you drifted off to sleep, Michael’s hand wandered to the locket around your neck. He popped it open, gazing upon the photo of him

It was the little things like this that reminded him why he spared you

Jason Voorhees💖

You skipped over to Jason one day and popped open the heart shaped locket around your neck, revealing a photograph of him inside. You had taken the photo a little while back. It was just him with his mask on by the lake, but it was very special to you

Jason silently stared down at it for a long while. After a few moments, he turned and walked off into the woods without even looking at you. It wasn’t exactly the reaction you had hoped for, but at least he didn’t smash it or something

You didn’t bring up the locket again. Jason didn’t give it much thought, except when he caught himself staring at it every once in a while

If Jason got mad or upset, he broke things. All he saw was red, until your soothing voice cooed for him to calm down

He stormed over to you, his dirty boots trudging over the floorboards of your cabin. You flinched back in fear as Jason snatched up your locket, nearly tearing it from your neck. As his vision came back to him, he looked down at the heart shaped pendant in his hand

As Jason’s rage slowly washed away, he dropped the locket and stormed back out of your cabin. He was so unpredictable. You didn’t know what made Jason so upset, but you knew he would come back for comfort soon enough

Jason was pretty much always in a bad mood. But the thought of your dumb locket you wore with his photo in it, weirdly soothed him

Freddy Krueger💖

When you showed him his photo that you had in the heart shaped locket around your neck, Freddy let out an evil laugh that echoed throughout the boiler room

“Are you sweet on me, prince(ss)?” He smirked

You playfully rolled your eyes with a giggle. “Of course, silly!” You joked

Freddy licked his burned lips before slamming a kiss onto your own. He was already very possessive of you, so this necklace just tipped him over the edge

Safe to say, when you woke up from that ‘nightmare’, all you were wearing was the locket. Your pyjamas were strewn all over the floor, tattered and torn from a certain bladed glove

Brahms Heeshire💖

Brahms was so happy to see his photo in your heart shaped locket. Expect him to demand a lot more kisses than usual. He was also a lot more clingy, following you close behind throughout the entire day like a lost puppy. He would throw a massive tantrum if you were to leave to run errands or something. He snaked his lanky arms around you in an effort to make you stay

Seeing that locket dangling over your chest made Brahms go wild. He grabbed you by the hair, and dragged you down to his lair within the walls

Brahms threw you onto his bed with a deep grunt, straddling your hips and tearing off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but the necklace

[stabbyhandsmcmike]

I want to get used to drawing his design

[sp00ky-arts]

The only picture of unmasked Brahms I could find

[vanjestic]

* smiles in british * feat. a lil pocket Billy!