#ghostiesdarkrambles

He would totally be the perverted type just stare during class, eyes ghosting over your form as you quickly jotted down notes, struggling to keep up as he lectured. The type to get hard just from the idea of you biting down on a pencil, the thought alone driving him wild.

He would start tanking your grade on purpose, the sight of you pouting when receiving your papers back, eyes welling with tears better than any quick fuck. He would palm himself from underneath his desk, practically begging to see you cry during class.

Although being a straight A student you would quickly become overwhelmed with the amount of pressure in the class, grade plummeting after every assignment— no matter how hard you studied, no matter how hard you tried. And the whole time, he would watch, drinking it all in as you frantically tried to stay above water.

Finally, he would use the failing grade looming over your head as an excuse for “office hours”, and of course you accept— why wouldn’t you? You were so trusting, so naïve; the perfect goody two shoes. Besides, he was just trying to help.

It's only when the door to his office is locked and he has your skirt flipped up past your ass, fingers burrowing so deeply in your cunt you want to cry that you realize he wanted to do anything besides help you.

Professor Albert Shaw with an obsession so strong he wouldn't stop until he swallowed you whole.

I love the way you make Brahms a more controlling and dominant character<3

My ask/ idea: Brahms and reader got a pretty 'unique' and close relationship. What if someone broke in and Brahms protected the reader or saved her or something, and I ended up giving her a kind of eye-opener for some other parts of him. Like she isn't only for him to use and abuse u know. But also to keep and protect

Thank you 🙏

AHHH this is impeccable. Perhaps a part 3 of “The Rules We…” series as a way for Brahms to redeem himself from the godforsaken acts that took place in the first two parts?

Anon, you have a wonderful twisted mind.

The scary thing about Brahms is he is so unpredictable. But the thing we do know for certain?

Break a rule, pay the price.

Because there is no privacy in the Heelshire manor– you know that now. Not when he’s there, watching your every move, waiting for you to slip. Always two steps ahead before you even realize you’ve fallen into another twisted game of his. The idea alone of your own personal boogeyman would have made you laugh at the stupidity of it all, but Brahms Heelshire was very much real.

Yet, in the false security of your room, you file away your deepest darkest secrets during the aftermath of that fateful night in the tunnels. It was the only place you told the truth, yet somehow as you write under the cover of moonlight, the walls had never felt so thin. 

Like it had already betrayed you.

The result?

The Rules We Break-- coming soon! Part two of The Rules We Keep, inspired by this wonderful request!