#brahms heelshire
Me: finally finding writers who make the reader black
*checks bio* 18+ blogs minors DNI
Me: istfg I’m going to km-
this is the best birthday gift someone could give me,, even though I made it myself
from: me
to: me/anyone
Saw the new TCM and oh boy….
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
You must be one sick mf to actually fall in love with slashers.
Me:
slashers as random videos which is more like slashers as random tiktoks at this point
i missed my favorite white boys
Me after a long day of thirsting after slashers:
When he’s a murderer with issues:
Friends:“Slashers aren’t even real, why are you so obsessed. Not to mention they kill people.”
Me:
When he’s dangerous and wears a mask:
Brahms Heelshire or something, I dunno I’ve never watched that movie.
Brahms Heelsire x Reader
Summary:Starting a new life as a nanny was not easy. Moving to another country, running from your past, you certainly wasn’t expecting to look after a doll. But how challenging could it truly be?
You were happily chopping up some vegetables for the soup you were making when Malcolm entered the kitchen.
“Good morning, Y/N…Brahms.” He said with his usual cheery voice. You smiled.
“Good morning Malcolm.”
“I brought everything and the things you asked for. It’s your birthday?”
“Thank you.” You whipped your hands dry and turned to look at him. “Not today, but yes, it will be so I plan on baking a cake for us.”
“Oh great I love cakes!” you smiled but inside you didn’t.
“Do you want to go somewhere? For your birthday? We could go dancing or something.” He offered as he put all the groceries away.
“I don’t know.” You said as you looked at Brahms before looking back at him.
Malcolm was able to read the room, so he decided not to ask again.
Soon, Malcolm left and you were about to finish your soup, feed yourself and Brahms before you headed to the living room to let Brahms listen to music while you read a book.
You soon looked up at the clock. It was time for bed.
You grabbed Brahms and turned the music down.
“Let’s go to bed, I have a special story for you today.”
After telling a story your mother used to tell you, you kissed him before standing up and turning a couple lights off.
You then turned to him, looking at his porcelain face and empty glass eyes.
“I’ll never leave you, Brahms, I will not go with Malcolm or anyone else, they will have to drag me out of here and I’d still crawl back. I love you. Good night.” You said before leaving to take a nice warm bath and you headed off to bed.
You ignored yet another call from your friend before falling asleep. You just thought about how special Brahms truly was. A very special boy.
Every day went by the same usual way. You did your daily routine, getting Brahms breakfast, checking the mouse traps, you headed to the garden to have some tea with Brahms.
You baked your birthday cake, making sure to leave some for Brahms as well. You happily blew out your handles.
Then, a very bad storm arrived later that night. Wind and thunder scared even you a little.
So, after pulling Brahms to bed, you went to your room, but you couldn’t sleep.
The thunder kept you awake, so you decided to head back to Brahms’ room.
“I can’t sleep. Can we sleep together?” you asked as you got into the bed next to him and pulled him to your chest.
You fell asleep instantly.
The next day started as every single usual one, you started off with breakfast then you moved onto the garden you had to clean up the leaves from last night.
Later that evening as you entered the living room, you stopped in your tracks immediately as you saw none other than your abusive ex standing there.
“Jake what are you doing here? How did you find me?” the only thing that kept you calm was Brahms in your arms.
“Your little friend.”
“Emma…”
“Yes, she told me. So, I’m here to bring you back.”
Malcolm entered the room. They started to fight and all you could do was stand there and watch.
You didn’t want to intervene in their fight and from previous experiences you know better than two do anything.
Jake started to yell and throw things around, finally, he got so angry he got close to you and snatched Brahms out of your hands. your ears were ringing so you didn’t know what happened exactly but the one thing you did remember is when he smashed the dolls head against a table smashing it into millions of tiny pieces.
You watched with wide eyes, looking at Jake before the walls began to shriek.
The mirror shattered and you could make a figure out in the darkness.
“Brahms?” you softly asked as the man in the wall stepped out. He immediately attacked Jake, and you just stood there. Not moving an inch as you watched Jake getting his neck sliced.
When he was done, he stood up looking at you.
Now it all made sense.
The cold feeling of someone watching you, the feeling of someone standing right behind you or beside your bed as you were sleeping.
Now it all made sense. The rules, the loud music, the traps, the disappearance of your dress.
You looked at Jake then back up at the tall man in front of you.
“Y/N?” a child-like voice said and it took you some time to realize it was the giant of a man in front of you talking. He stepped closer to you.
He was supposed to smell gross, it would have made it easier for you to hate him for all this creepy stuff.
But he smelled like wood. It was comforting in a way.
He did what no one else could. Not the police or your friends, he killed the man who caused you so much pain.
“It-It’s time for bed Brahms.” you ended up saying. Your mind blank. “We will clean this up tomorrow.” you said pointing at Jake before you grabbed his hand and guided him up to his bedroom. Your mind was completely blank.
This man lived in the walls. watching you everything you did. Who knows what else he was doing.
And there you were, reading him a night story, kissing his porcelain mask before trying to leave.
But he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bed with him, making you lay down as he cuddled to your chest.
You wanted to scream, cry or just do something.
But you didn’t.
You just laid there, looking at the ceiling as you listened to Brahms’ breathing.
You figured you’d sleep a little. Maybe tomorrow you will figure it out.
Yes, tomorrow, new day, new you with lots of ideas.
—
Well, that didn’t happen.
You woke up early, Brahms still holding onto you tight. Then, you woke him and made breakfast. It was weird to actually see him sit at the table and not the doll. He didn’t eat though. You figured he didn’t want to remove his mask and you didn’t push it.
Instead, you just ate your half.
Now, a lot of things made sense.
“They were never going to come back were they? Your parents I mean. They went crazy in here. And so, they left you. With me.” you said, although you didn’t expect an answer. He did give you a nod.
So, he realized it too.
“Why did you choose me? Your mother said you had quite a few nannies here.”
“Pretty.” is what he said with a child-like voice.
“Thank you. You don’t have to live in the walls. I’d prefer if you showered a bit more often and changed clothes. But this is your house Brahms, so do as you please. Malcolm will come tomorrow, so you better clean up the mess you made last night, I’ll help don’t worry."
You washed the dishes and as you did you looked out the window, at the backyard. You let out a long sigh. You made a mental note to call up Emma and thank her for giving you out to Jake like that. If it wasn’t for Brahms…
How could you be so calm? You lived in a house with a man in the walls watching you. His parents killed themselves to get away from him, but why? He was only a boy. Well, a full-blown man now, but still.
Your mind was racing with ideas, your head hurt as it screamed at you to run, get away, but you couldn’t Every time you looked at Brahms it just didn’t feel right to leave him.
So, you stayed, this was your life now. And instead of a doll, at least you had an actual person, so it felt less lonely, and creepy.
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His quiet moans were filling the room as his hand was working fast on his length, his body was covered in sweat, the shirt and cardigan long time ago discarded on the floor below, his pants and groans were filling the quiet room as he was imagining you doing it, he felt a shudder “Y-Y/N!, please I’ll be good I will…I need you…RIGHT NOW!” his deep male voice demanded, he needed to feel you see you writhing beyond him, as his pumps became faster and faster the room was filled with the musky smell of his sex. He needed to find you, he needed to claim you but first, he needed to finish what he started after all he was a good boy, right?!
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fucKING
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DADDY!!!!!!!
Doodles of Billy, like I mentioned before I don’t know much about slasher films but I added Brahms regardless.
Found another poorly-rated horror movie to get attached to, and actually, the thing is, if u think about it, Brahms did nothing wrong
Just wanted to mention I’ve been expanding my little horror movie favs sticker sheet set! So far, I’ve got Scream, Creep, Reanimator, and The Boy
They’re all available here<3
brahms standing in the kitchen waiting for me to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich:
ITS BILLY AND BRAHMS‼️
me when brahms breaks through the mirror and comes out the wall:
idk what it is but basic masks that have no features but they’re like plain human faces are hot and I’m not sure why. like them things are sexy
I’ve been gifted this lovely portrait by the ever-so-fucking-wonderful @roachcult to go with my dearest Beauregard, and may I say that I look rather handsome…
Wouldn’t you say so, @grease-daddy?
what does your slasher like best ?
thighs : jason voorhees & thomas hewitt
thick thighs , skinny thighs , fatty thighs , toned thighs . fuck , these boys love your thighs . the feel of them in their hands . they way you squeeze their head between them . having them pressed against their hips as they take you . even outside the bedroom they can’t get enough . hand shyly placed on the top of your thigh , a gentle squeeze , a calming stroke of a thumb back and forth . wear some booty shorts or yoga pants or a short dress and watch these men tremble and growl and get handsy . how can they resist ?
ass : billy loomis & jesse cromeans
big fat ass ? bouncy ? soft ? toned ass ? small ass ? ass is ass . and they are filthily shameless in their appreciation . expected to be slapped as they walk buy . to have your ass cupped when they hug you . they love to see it jiggle and bounce . feeling that sweet ass of your against their hips as your faced down and getting fucked like a bitch in heat ? perfect . turning you over their knee and spanking you till that ass is red and you’re in tears ? delicious . short shorts ? short dresses ? even in public you’ll feel their hand sneak up and grab a handful , massaging that plump rump with a smug grin .
hips : michael myers
it’s his favorite place to mark . to dig his teeth into and drag . to suck dark marks into . they way your hipbones stick out or stay hidden doesn’t matter . the width isn’t an issue . what’s an issue is how utterly fucking good they look bruised with his fingertips . how his hands engulf them . how he can use that place as a handle to jerk and tug you as he fucks into you viciously . low waisted pants ? crop top ? just enough skin to show those bruises he left ? an intimate claim normally only meant for his eyes ? but you’re showing them off like some trophy ? you’ll find yourself pressed against a wall , hands on your hips , rubbing the bruises and making them ache . and you’ll like it .
tiddies : brahms heelshire & bubba sawyer & stu macher
big tits , small tits , male presenting tits , female presenting tit , non-binary tits , no tits ? tits . mother fucking tiddies ! these two go ham . they want to hold them in their hands , to squeeze and pinch and pull and tug and nip and bite and suck . they’ll be drooling over them . they’re face always finds it’s way to your tiddies , nuzzling and sighing and moaning . and fuck if you let them play with them . rubbing their leaking cocks over your chest , over your nipples and making a little mess . pressing you tiddies together so they can fuck between them , coating them in their cum and making them look milky ? fuck , they’re in heaven .
what does your slasher want most ?
thighs : bubba saywer
this boy’s thighs are fucking sensitive . run your hands over those chubby , thick hamhocks and watch him wiggle and squirm , precum leaking from his tip . use your mouth . suckle , kiss , bite , nip , drag your tongue so close to the where thigh meets crotch only to skip over his erection and so the same to the other side . he’ll cum from just the teasing alone .
ass : jesse cromeans & stu macher & jason vorhees
they want to be topped . dick them down , peg them . slap their asses , give them squeezes as they walk by . eat them the fuck out and finger them and just sit back and watch how they submit and come undone . they might be too proud or too shy to ask for it , but know that when they bend over and you smack them that they are filled with need . don’t be shy , don’t be scared , love them fat asses and love them boys .
hips : billy loomis & brahms heelshire
sensitive as fuck hips . the way their hips bones just out , so easily to trace over - did they just jolt up and lean their heads back as they tried to get more ? yes they fucking did . scratch over their higs , suckle right under their hip bones , trace over it with your tongue , dig your fingers into them and bite and mark them up . they’re sluts for it .
tiddies : michael myers & thomas hewitt
fucking suck them fat tiddies . cup those beautiful tits in your hands , give them a squeeze , tease the pads of your thumbs over their nipples . flick them to get them hard . suck on them , for the love of god bite them . see how they stutter , eyes rolling back and body tense from trying to hide how much they enjoy this ? kitten licks and kisses followed by needy suckling . you’ll get them desperate and wanting .
One more Brahms drawing,,, I know that he’s stinky and gross but like. He looks very soft and wears cardigans and is tall, and that can get you very far with me.
So I watched The Boy. Holds Brahms gently,,
