#brian thomas drabble

[creepz-art]

I keep forgetting to post the shit I make. Whoops.

Here's a Masky and Hoodie drabble, based off Masky and Hoodie in the lil rp group I'm apart of

Wanted to try a new writing style thing, lmk what you think.

Thank you @mis-fortunate for letting me make this w/your Masky :)

At Least We Tried.

The ache had settled deep — bone-deep. Hoodie could feel it vibrating in his teeth, buzzing behind his eyes like static.

He came to in his room, facedown in the mattress, everything screaming.

Another failed escape.

Another blackout.

A knock at the door — two short taps. Clumsy. Familiar.

He hauled himself upright, joints screaming protest, and opened the door.

Masky.

Slouched. Half-breathing. Mask cracked, jacket torn at the collar. He looked like roadkill with a pulse.

Still standing.

"You look like shit," Masky rasped, voice frayed.

Hoodie didn’t answer, just stepped aside. Masky limped in.

They collapsed onto the bed like puppets with cut strings, armor scraping armor, and didn’t speak for a while.

Eventually Hoodie tugged off his mask, fingers trembling. The air stung his face like a slap.

Masky followed, gritting his teeth as he peeled his own off, bruises blooming underneath.

They didn’t look at each other — not directly. Just leaned shoulder to shoulder, breathing in sync like it might keep them tethered.

"...At least we tried," Masky muttered.

Hoodie hummed, almost a laugh. Nudged him back with a tired elbow.

Masky stared at the ceiling, jaw tight.

His lips parted — like he was about to say something else.

Glad you made it.

Thought you might not.

Don’t want to do this alone.

But all that came out was a grumble and a shove. "Don’t get soft on me."

Hoodie shoved back. A little harder. A little slower. The kind of hit that said, I heard you anyway.

They didn’t talk after that.

Didn’t need to.

Tomorrow, they’d fight again.

Tonight, they’d exist.

Together. Unmasked. Still here.

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

tim getting a job as a car mechanic after college, brian always coming by to bother him during his shifts to the point where all of tim's coworkers just know brian and don't question what hes doing there anymore. brian going around and reccomending tim's services to all his friends to give him more business, since he knows tim is struggling financially. and one day two fucking losers roll up in the shittiest car tim has ever seen. the driver is scrawny and taller than him with fidgety hands and a distant expression, and the passenger has a nuetral, bored look on his face, constantly pushing his glasses back up his nose as he explains what he THINKS the problem might be. tim checks it out and nope, thats not the problem at all, in fact hes surprised the car is still running with all thats wrong with it. the drivers name turns out to be jay, and this is his car, but he just let Glasses do all the talking for some reason. tim isnt surprised because Glasses seems perfectly happy to talk enough for all three of them. he says he wont be able to get the car fixed up in one day, and theyll need to come back for it in a few days. he asks if they have someone to give them a ride home. Glasses says they do, and lo and behold, ten minutes later tim's best friend brian rolls up in his convertible, greeting Glasses- alex like theyre besties.

idk i dont have more to this yet. i just think mechanics are hot and tim would look good working on a car. and i like polyhornets and annoyed to lovers timlex

[sister-lucifer]

okay masky x hoodie idea

masky is clicker trained. to an embarrassing degree. Brian used to dominate him and they were weirdly kinky in college and now the sound of a clicker drops Masky to his knees ready to suck like the good dog he is

And Hoodie doesn’t even need the actual clicker, just clicking his tongue does it. Masky doesn’t even understand he’s fucking doing it when it happens it’s that ingrained into him

idk im jn love with the master x dog metaphor for Masky in anything ever

there’s no doubt about it, Masky is the best of the two at following orders. Tim’s mind is so tired and weary it’s easy to mold however his master wishes, and that shows through when he’s hardly lucid in the Masky headspace.

Tim and Brian hadn’t spoken in years, but Masky and Hoodie know each other very well. something triggers a memory in Hoodie, maybe the sound of Masky breathing or the smell of his lingering cologne, barely covered by the smell of pine trees and dirt, but it gives him a brief flash of something only Brian should know.

he stares at Masky for a moment, both of them sharing a silence. Masky tilts his head curiously as Hoodie lifts his mask just above his mouth to make sure the sound is clear.

he clicks his tongue twice.

Masky jolts, the physical reaction nearly making Hoodie flinch. Masky drops to his knees a moment after, looking up at his partner as if expecting something, but…neither of them know what.

Hoodie gestures for him to stand again, and he does, though slower than he dropped. silence stretches between them once more, but not for long.

Hoodie clicks again.

even faster this time Masky is down. he gets onto his knees with his hands sitting flat on top of his thighs, clearly awaiting something that’s just barely evading both of their memories.

Hoodie takes a step closer and reaches out, putting a cautious hand on Masky’s head and gingerly running his gloved fingers through his hair. his hand slides down the side of his face to his chin before pulling away. the shape of his jaw is disturbingly familiar.

Hoodie’s eyes trail down Masky’s still body slowly, taking his time. Masky can feel his stare but does nothing; that is, until he feels it stop at his groin.

he follows Hoodie’s gaze down to his lap, eyes widening behind his mask when he sees the obvious hard-on straining against his jeans. he hadn’t even realized.

there’s a flicker of realization between the two of them that there’s more to this than either of them know, but they don’t care. this feels right, and thats all that matters.

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[system-network]

The Small Cabin

Trashy TV

The sound of the door creaking open forced your eyes to look up.

Another unknown man walked in.

The man had dirty blond hair, a small mustache on his face in the same color. He was definitely taller than the other two, he seemed more bulky as well.

He smiled down at you as he walked over to the bed you sat on. He had a small gap in-between his two front teeth.

He kneeled down next to the bed, much like how Toby did. “Hey kiddo,” he said with a smile.

“I know you're probably tired, but I'm going to help you to the living room. Is that okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head slowly, not verbally replying.

He didn't seem bothered by that fact, he just kept smiling.

The man helped you from the bed, holding onto you as gently as he could.

He slowly helped you walk into the living room, leading you to the old couch.

The whole house seemed old.

The wooden walls and floors didn't really help with the weather outside, some of the windows had blankets stabled to keep the cold out.

The couch whined in protest as you sat down, the cushions dipping underneath your weight.

The man with the beard was sat in the recliner that was moved to the left side of the living room, looking at the box TV that played a trashy reality show.

In his hand was a “#1 mom” mug with the number one crossed out and replaced with “#2”.

The sight was almost funny, you would have laughed if the other man didn't interrupt you.

“Toby said that your feet were messed up,” he started before looking up at you, “can I take a look?”

You nodded your head as the man gently grabbed your ankle and moved to look at your foot.

The silence was almost suffocating as the two men in the room didn't speak.

You finally spoke up, just needing to focus on something. “What's your name?”

“Tim,” the man on the recliner spoke as he got up. He grunted slightly as his bones popped before nodding to the man sitting in front of you, “that's Brian.”

“What's your name kid?” Brian asked as he pulled out tweezers from the first aid kit before he mumbled, “god- what did you run through..”

You shrugging slightly at Brian's mumbled words before telling him your name. He smiled slightly as you spoke before putting his focus back on your injured foot, he grimaced at the sight.

“This is going to hurt, kid,” Brian said apologetically.

Soon enough, Brian had gotten the glass out of your feet. You had no idea how you didn't feel the glass when you were running, you simply decided that it was the adrenaline.

Your feet had been wrapped after Brian made sure that he cleaned the cuts properly.

This was weird.

You're in the middle of nowhere, in a small cabin, with three grown men.

You couldn't help but feel uneasy, a growing pit in your stomach as you got lost in your own thoughts.

Toby walked into the living room, looking at you before getting distracted by the TV.

“Toby-” Tim started as Toby snatched the remote away from him.

Toby ignored the older man, switching the channel to TLC. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled as he saw the opening to Say Yes to The Dress play.

He seemed to ignore your slight discomfort as he sat down next to you on the couch.

Tim sighed as the show began playing on the TV, he slowly got up from the recliner. He looked over at you and Toby before walking into, what you assumed, the kitchen.

Brian smiled down at you, quickly patting your shoulder before following Tim.

You looked back at the TV, it's been a while since you've watched this show.

The old camera quality and trashy audio was nostalgic. Every small thing seemed weirdly nostalgic.

The carpet on the floor, the loud air conditioner, and even the stains on the coffee table. It all seemed so similar.

Your hands clutched the fabric of Toby's hoodie you still wore, moving the fabric in-between your fingers. The hoodie felt worn down, like he's been wearing it for years on end.

That strangely comforted you.

You looked up at Toby, seeing that he was already looking at you.

“Y- you okay?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

You nodded your head as you spoke, “yeah, I just remembered how much I liked this show.”

It wasn't necessarily a lie, you did enjoy the show, you just couldn't remember when you actually saw it.

Toby smiled slightly as his left hand hit the couch cushion next to him before he turned his attention back to the TV.

[ieatedyourcrayons]

Hoodie/Brian Thomas drabble

Hoodie is the best to go on missions with. He gets straight to the point, like you guys have a specific place to be and he’s a “let’s get there and get it done so i can go home” vibe.

“Yeah that looks super cool and all, but we have things to do and i have a bed waiting for me to sleep in once this is done” Hoodie replies to you after you pointed out the nice view that’s to the right of you guys. You sigh sarcastically as you turn away from the view and continue walking.

Once the mission is over he waste no time getting back. Hoodie also stays in either his room, or the living room. Those are his favorite places.

[adudelolwriting]

"instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating" but with either brim or jam maybe? 👀👀 (last prompt absolutely gutted me btw it was SO good)

holy fuck i could have SWORN this was meant to be like 500 words. nope. another 1k oneshot . hopefully you'll enjoy :D this ones a lot sweeter than the other one (ask game here)

~~~~~~~~~~

Alex knew Brian and Tim were close. Brian is one of Alex's closest friends, and he knew about Tim a long while before he met the man. Alex first met him when Brian was 'auditioning' for the part of Brian, the main character in his film he was making. (Brian already had the part, in Alex's mind. Alex heavily based the character of his friend, and named the role after him.)

Don't get Alex wrong, Tim was an attractive man. He just… he wasn't Alex's type. He seemed very… nervous, talking to most people, his back stiff and arms crossed. Alex really only saw the man's guard get let down when he was off to the side, having a short, private chat with Brian. And Alex didn't think anything of it — why would he?

No, Alex was far more interested in his long term friend. He had talked to Jay, one time, when it was late into the night. They probably should have been asleep, but instead, Alex was talking about Brian. 

"It's just, he gives me the butterflies, like Amy used to," Alex said, laying on his back and staring at the popcorn ceiling of his room. 

"So you have a crush on him?" Jay asked, his head tilting to the side, like it always does when he was curious or interested in something. Alex shook his head, "no, I can't have one. I know he swings both ways, but he's my friend. I've known him almost as long as I've known you."

Jay chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, looking to Alex. "That doesn't mean much, dude. If he makes you feel like you felt for Amy, I think that's a pretty big sign," he smiles.

But Alex can't have a crush on Brian, right?

Yeah, the man makes his stomach flip, and pretty, and he makes Alex laugh, and…

Oh. 

Oh.

Alex had a crush on Brian.

Alex had a crush on Brian, and Jay was the one who helped him realize.

He let out a groan, blush blooming from his face as Alex tried to hide himself. Jay laughed at him, patting him on his shoulder. "Maybe you should ask him out. It looks like he feels the same for you too, dude."

"I just found out I liked him, I can't just — ask him out like that!" Alex huffed, voice muffled by his hands.

"Why not? Someone else might ask him out first! Imagine if like, he and Sarah got together," Jay laughed quietly, to which Alex groaned again, muttering a 'shut up' and throwing a pillow on him.

Some days have passed now, and Alex could only focus on the fact that he liked Brian. After shooting, Alex had made a plan to ask Brian — er, well, at least tell him. Maybe explain and hope production of Marble Hornets wouldn't be awkward if Alex explained why he couldn't look at Brian without getting flustered.

Once filming for the day was done, Brian and Tim were talking quietly as Seth put the camera away, and Sarah and Jay talked. It was a pretty full day, with all of the crew around. (Sarah even decided to stay and watch after her scenes were done!)

Alex walked over to Brian and Tim, and their conversation pauses as he got closer. "Hey man! What's up?" Brian asks. 

"Could I talk to you for a moment? Uh, privately?" Alex asked, and he felt his blush already starting to rise. Brian looks back to Tim, who simply shrugged. 

"Yeah, of course. Lead the way!" Brian smiled, and god, was the man pretty. Alex shook his head. The two walked a bit further from the set — out of earshot of everyone else. "Uh, I'm not in trouble or anything, right? Not firing me or anything?" Brian laughs, putting an easy smile on Alex's face.

"No, no. Nothing of the sort. It's, uh…" Alex paused, as if thinking of the words of his scrambled brain. "It's more… personal, I guess."

Brian's eyebrows tilt in concern. "Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah — It's, yeah." Alex took a deep breath. "Brian, I — I like you." 

His face must be so red. He can't make eye contact, instead staring down into the grass. The silence washes over them, and god, Alex ruined everything, didn't he?

"Oh my god," Brian giggles after a second, which felt like an eternity, "God, Alex, I like you too. Did you really not pick up any of the signs?"

"You… what?" Alex feels like his brain broke. Brian liked him too? Brian had been leaving signs?

"Yeah man!" Brian grinned. "I've liked you, for like, forever now. You never did anything so I didn't think you liked me back."

Alex laughs at himself. Of course. "Ah, in that case… are you free this weekend..?"

"Alex Kralie, are you asking me out on a date?" 

"If you could be inclined to join me, then… yes?" 

"I would love to. I'll have to ask Tim, to see if he's okay with it." Huh? "We've talked briefly about it, but I'll have to double check if we can get serious, too."

"What?" Alex asked. "Why — Why do you have to ask Tim?" 

Brian's eyebrows now curl in confusion. "Because… me and Tim are dating?"

"What?"

Brian giggles, breath whistling quietly from the gap in his teeth. "Me and Tim have been together for like, two or three years!"

"And you — you didn't tell anyone?" Embarrassment and shame flushes through Alex. He asked out a taken man. 

"We… we did, didn't we?" Brian says, seemingly to himself. "I thought we did. Was it not obvious? I've literally gushed about him for hours."

"I just— I thought you guys were friends — Sorry, I should go—" Alex was about to turn around and leave, but Brian took his hand into his own.

"Hey, dude, it's fine. I'm poly, y'know? I have two hands. I like you too, did you just forget that?" Brian giggles lightly. "Please don't run away from me 'cause of this, Alex. I'm like, ninety-nine percent sure Tim's okay with this."

They talked it out, talked to Tim, and everything was okay. 

And, well, besides.

Brian does have two hands for a reason.

[kiradrabbles]

“Just coming” Brian Thomas x AFAB reader NSFW

I see a lot of stuff where Brian isn’t a smug little shit, so… my smug asshole Brian.

You awoke to the high pitched ringing of an iphone alarm, groaning as you sat up, looking around at your scant collage dorm-room. The fairy lights glowing a soft golden, the shelves with cacti (probably severely dehydrated), and phtotos of you and your friends. And, of course, your boyfriend Brian. 

As if he sensed you thinking about him he sat up, yawning grabbing the phone and shutting the alarm down, letting out a sigh of releif at the incessent noise quietening down.

"Mph... 9am. We have time." The southern man muttered, placing the phone back on the bedside table. 

"Bri, we do not have time-" You responded, letting out a small yelp as you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you onto his chest.

He laughed, the sound reverberating through his chest as he squeezed, pulling you close as he shifted to his side, pulling you with him and nuzzling his head into the back of yours "Nope.. we got time" He responded, before taking a deep breath "You smell good"

You couldn't help but giggle "you're such a weirdo"

"Me? a weirdo?" He feigns offense, huffing into your hair before laughing with you "You offend me"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Despite yourself, you found yourself blushing at the implications, turning over on your side so you face the gap-toothed man, grinning wide at you 

"What's with the face, cutie?" He pauses, then grins wider "You want a kiss or something?"

 A few seconds of silence passed before you nodded and he laughed again, pulling you close and gently kissing you. 

It starts off gentle, at least. Lips pressing together, brians warm, soft arms pressing you up against his bare chest - he didn't usually sleep with a shirt on, and you never complained. 

It didn't stay gentle, as he rolled the two of  you so he was on top of you, shifting a hand to the back of your neck, weight against you as he started to press harder. 

"Bri..."

He pulled away a little, panting slightly, a few strands of his sandy blonde hair falling over his eyes as he grinned "hm?"

You stared up at him, panting slightly. Sure, you might be late for classes, but fuck it, worth it. 

"Nothing" You respond, leaning back in to kiss him again.

soon enough you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, requesting opening. And you opened, leaning into the familiar feeling of his tongue in your mouth, his body against yours, sweat mixing as your hands roamed each others bodies.

Your hands had made their way onto his chest, and one of his hands was twisted into your hair as you kissed, holding you close, and the other was on the inside of your thigh, squeezing and holding the flesh, just close enough to almost give you a little stimulation. 

Before you even realised what you were doing you were bucking your hips up against his hand, trying to rub your slit, soaking through your underwear against his hand. 

He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still as he found himself grinning down at you "Thought we didn't have time for this" 

"Bri" You whined, trying to buck your hips up again. He grinned wider, pushing you down so you can't buck up any more. Shit, since when was he so strong?

"Say pleaase" He laughed, looking down at you as he held you down, squeezing your thigh so hard it would probably leave fingerprint bruises by tomorrow. 

"D-don't be a dick" You whined again, trying to push yourself upwards and continue to hump his hand, just resulting in him moving the other one to press you down by the opposite hip.

He didn't respond, just holding you down, until he lifted his weight up, keeping his hands on you, as if he were about to get off of you "Well, you did say we didn't have time, so-"

"Please!" You finally relented, squirming under his smug grin "Please Brian, let me- please-"

He wasted no time in letting you go, scrambling a little back only to grab your underwear, pulling it off in one swoop and throwing it behind him, grinning as it assumedly landed behind him on the floor. 

He threw your legs over his shoulders, leaning in and starting to kiss up your inner thigh. Eventually the kisses turn to small bites, sucking gently and running his tongue over the marks he left, making you shiver each time.

As he sucked and left hickeys on your thighs he snuck a hand up your other leg, tracing patterns on the thigh he wasn't on, before surprising you by rubbing on your clit, engorged and pink, causing you to yelp.

He didn't cease, if anything starting to move faster, enjoying the way that you squirmed and bucked your hips into his skilled hands, humping them like a dog as he kept sucking and biting bruises into your thighs. 

He let it continue like that for a few minutes, before adjusting his hands, enjoying your whine at the loss of the sensation.

"Wait a second doll" He responded, meeting your gaze and giving a grin, before slowly inserting a finger into your dripping cunt. "Slides right in, so tight" He murmured, it wasn't obvious whether he was saying it to himself or to you.

He curled his finger, searching for the area that he knew would drive you wild. He knew he found it when you let out a soft groan, pushing yourself onto his finger to the best of your ability. He pushed another finger in, starting to move in and out in a steady rhythm, making sure to hit that spot each time. 

Another finger and you were having to muffle the sounds threatning to escape your mouth, not exactly wishing for a complaint from the people in the dorm next to you. 

The final straw was when, with 3 fingers thrusting inside of you, he layed his thumb on your clit, starting to rub in rhythm. And holy fuck.

You felt yourself melt under his touch, moaning his name as if it was the only word in your vocabulary. You couldn't stop yourself from pushing yourself onto him and humping his hand if you wanted to, quite literally dripping wet, his fingers soaked with slick and a wet patch on the sheets. 

You felt the knot inside tighten, threatening to snap.

"Brian-" You inturrupted yourself, moaning as  he just quickened his pace "Brian i'm gonna-"

"Cum for me pretty baby" He practically growled, just continuing "'m so hard, fucking tearing a hole in my boxers-"

and so you came for him, all over his hands, your liquids coating his fingers and thumb. as he continued to thrust and rub as you rode out your orgasm.

When he removed them strings of juices connected them to your still wet cunt, promptly severed as he sucked the juices off

"We're not done yet, i want t-"

He was inturrupted by a few sharp raps on the door, and the voice of Alex Kralie, a film major you took classes with.

"Hurry up!" He yelled "You're going to be late."

"Sorry!" You yelled back "Just coming!"

[moth-bells]

I cant get vampire brian out of my head Like imagining him being a vampire before he ends up how he does, and he doesnt want to hurt anyone, so he used to steal from hospitals and blood banks to get what he needed Until Tim finds out about him and tentatively offers to help And when shit hits the fan, Tim hasnt seen Brian at anypoint that he remembers, but hes seen that hooded motherfucker. He thinks Brian is gone for good.. Until theres a knock on his door. Tim answers it, not sure what hes gonna find, but he sure as shit didnt expect the guy with the hood and ski mask to collapse into his house. And hes freaked out, but this bastard isnt in any condition to hurt anyone. So he drags him in and hears the guy mumbling something. Tim cant hear a single god damn word the guy is saying, so he finally nuts up and pulls the mask up. At first, he doesnt recognize the man, but up and up that mask goes until he's horrified to see a too pale face. Its Brian. He looks like shit, like the time Tim found him and he hadnt managed to get any blood bags to drink from. Tim knows exactly what this is and like that he doesnt give a shit what Brian's done, hes unbuttoning his shirt to expose more of his throat. Brian's bordering on delirious, but Tim can hear him now. "No..I can't...I'll kill you.." Tim doesnt reply to that at first as he's sitting down on the floor and dragging his friend to sit up more. He's pressing Brian's face into his neck, letting him feel the heat of blood and the thumping of his heart. Buh-dum Buh-dum Buh-dum

"I dont care."

[noctiva]

figured a formal introduction was finally necessary

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[theamberparadise]

HOODIE THIRSTS

NSFW under the cut. Read at your own discretion. This is my version of Hoodie/Brian Thomas.

Includes three NSFW drabbles.

Hoodie holding you at gunpoint but instead of getting scared you stick your tongue out and lick the bloodied tip of his gun. Slowly, your tongue swirls around the opening for the hard bullet to come, your taste buds seem to stand up like the goosebumps on your chest when the tangy blinks of metal and dried blood greets the middle of the muscle. You're on your knees like a dog, a position he forced you to be in after you refuse to answer his questions. The tips of your fingers meet his tight fist as your throat welcomed the entrance of the cold, deadly metal of the gun. You nod your head slowly, one, two, three.

The sound of his leather gloves squeaking against the rubber grip right under the trigger doesn't stop you from going faster. You suck, hard. And you feel his eyes widen onto yours. You were giving his gun a blowjob.

Your hand reaches a bit higher. Soon, the fingers that were formerly on his knuckles were now on where the handle meets the long part of the gun, stroking it ever so passionately like it were a real cock. You smile-- at least attempt to. Your voice makes a groan that sounds ever so needy, so needy you could almost forget he was about to shoot you on the spot.

To your surprise you hear him chuckle under his ski mask, his ungloved hand reaching out to the top of your head and pushing it down to watch your eyes roll.

"You're practicing to suck," He pushed you down.

"Filthy fucking cock," Deeper.

"On my bloody motherfuckin' gun?" You were sure he shoved the whole thing inside your throat as you felt your gag reflex screaming at you to push him off. But for some reason, your brain stays silent.

Hoodie glaring at you, unmasked, arms crossed and fingers gripped tightly around his revolver as if he were choking it while you "innocently" grind your almost-bare ass onto Masky's crotch.

Masky held onto your hips as you bent over his desk to get some newly crisp bond papers you ever-so-sweetly asked him for, all because you "wanted to invest in a new printer for the whole mansion", even if a bulky modern version of the aforementioned printer sat in the left-hand corner of the mansion library located three doors ahead inside the hallway situated on the third floor.

The eye holes on Masky's mask were enough to reveal that Tim was enjoying it. I mean, who could possibly ever notice his well-known best friend and competitor with a fully loaded gun standing darkly in the back of the room shooting daggers with his own eyes?

That isn't important now, though.

What is important, is the memory card in between his index and thumb waving at you like an overly-clingy obsessive friend.

Your heart drops and your body freezes, and as if on cue, the blonde slowly pushes the card back to hide in his palm once again, the image of you being pounded mercilessly on his thick, angry, hard cock on top of Tim's very important papers of which he had just revised-- on the same damn desk.

You immediately get off of him, brushing down your plaid skirt as you babble something about forgetting that there's an extra stack of papers in Cody's office.

It wasn't long until he was able to find you wallowing in your own failure of trying to make him jealous.

"Tell me, sweet'eart," he was abusing your womb, standing up with your back facing him inside of his office (where he dragged you by the hair to).

"Does grinding on his soft dick satisfy you as much as being wrecked like a fuck-thirsty cunt by me? Or are your standards so damn low that you decide that my co-worker is a better match for you than I am?" He waits for an answer before impatiently slapping your ass red.

"Remember who fucks you like a bitch in heat when nobody's merciful enough into giving his cock to you."

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Hoodie making you go on the monthly room check of all the resident's (not-so-humble) sleeping quarters-- when, upon checking his room, you find him fucking his high-end fleshlight at a disgustingly fast pace, gripping the toy with an eerie strength, and when he finally notices you staring at him, he smiles and keeps going.

It's a routine that all of the residents, including you, faced. A routine that entails the usual "rummaging around your personal stuff until boredom" type of menagerie.

But something about the way he smiles at you is-- well, a little bit too personal.

You're standing like an absolute idiot, watching the one guy besides Masky that absolutely infuriates you on a daily basis, who, at the same time is your mentor, jerk off into his ridiculously detailed pocket-pussy.

You try to apologize and get out, but your escape plan was soon interrupted by a loud click of his gun pointed right at your head like a bounty. You feel your arms turn to concrete as you give him a terrified expression.

Your ears burn at the lewd sound of his wet pre-cum covered cock pistoning in and out of the toy, all those schlick schlick schlicks invading your brain accompanied by those groans that seemed to spell out your name.

"You're not leaving," He moans when the back of the fleshlight hits his tip. "Not until you can make me fucking cum."

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just wanted to make a little something for my man right here. had a crush on him ever since MH came out lol. thinking of doing Eyeless Jack next.

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ANGST BUT NOT IN THE SILLY GOOFY WAY 😰

Ik I already warned for angst but here are the TWs! Unintentional s/h (if that even makes sense), mirrors, punching mirrors, derealization, panic attack/anxiety attack, blood, mention of murder

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He knows.

Brian didn’t remember how he got there. That was how it always went.

A blink, a skip in time, a sudden lurch in his chest like a dropped elevator—and then he was somewhere else. This time, the air felt cold but still, heavy like it was trying to press him into the floor.

He opened his eyes to a silence that screamed.

Mirrors. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall. A maze of perfect reflections. At first, all he could see were endless copies of himself—Brian and Hoodie and the strange, flickering half-states in between. Some wore his mask. Some didn’t. Some bled. Some smiled. None looked safe.

He spun around too fast and staggered, losing balance as his own face multiplied into thousands. Every movement made him sick—there was no depth, no orientation. Just copy after copy, fragments of himself he didn’t recognize.

And then he felt it—that presence.

The Operator wasn’t visible, but he was here. Watching. Always watching. This wasn’t a trap. It was a punishment.

Because Brian hadn’t obeyed.

He had hesitated—couldn’t bring himself to kill the last one. A kid, practically. Just another scared runaway with more dirt than skin and a sobbing plea that had sounded too familiar.

He had walked away.

Now he was here.

The first time he punched a mirror, it was instinct. He saw a version of himself with blackened eye sockets and a slit throat and panicked—lashed out. The glass exploded under his fist, slicing deep into the skin of his knuckles and wrist.

Blood hit the floor.

He panted, trembling, staring down at the shards.

Then he looked up—and the mirror was whole again. Unbroken. As if nothing had happened.

But the reflection was different now.

This one wore the mask, but it was smiling. Wide. Too wide. The mouth stretching underneath it in ways no real mouth could. Brian backed away, blood dripping from his fingers, eyes wide.He hit another. Harder this time. It shattered with a sound like screaming metal. The pain was worse. The glass bit in deeper. His breath came in ragged gasps, but for a moment, there was a thrill—something he could affect.

The mirror reformed.

Brian gagged.

He hit another.

And another.

Every punch came with pain. Every cut ached deeper. He didn’t care. His hands were a ruin of red and trembling skin, but it was the only thing he could do.

Each time, the reflection changed—worse, more warped, more cruel.One showed Hoodie killing Tim. One showed Brian smiling as he stabbed someone. One just showed static. One looked exactly like real life—but blinked out of sync.

He started to cry without realizing.

Hoodie fronted briefly, tried to take control—but even he couldn’t stomach it for long. Not this. Not them. Not all the selves staring back, accusing, leering, pleading.

They took turns fronting out of desperation, out of instinct, but it didn’t matter. There was no escape. No forward. No way out.

Just mirror after mirror after mirror. Maze with no end. Blood on their hands. Fractured reflections and a silence so total it made their own breathing unbearable.

And somewhere, far beyond the glass—He was watching.

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ACK TIMLEX MY BELOVED

post canon timlex living with each other, or near each other, because theyre all each other has left. jay is dead. brian is dead. jessica is god knows where (alex suspects shes alive, suspects tim KNOWS where she is, even, but just wont tell him). the operator is noticeably absent, as if satisfied that theyve completely ruined each others lives, and now is giving them a reprieve from its nightmares. that doesnt mean they dont keep having nightmares, though. tim will wake alex up by screaming from the other side of the hotel room, will punch in his sleep and make strangled noises as if dreaming about being choked. he buys a cane from for two dollars from a thrift store, and leans on it heavily as he walks. alex cant speak above a whisper. his throat aches all hours of the day. the slashes still need bandages, and he wears a scarf and turtle necks even in the heat of summer. they look at each other with suspicion, and yet, there is a grim resignation to it. they are all each other has left. they are the only ones who could possibly understand what the other has gone through. the most tortured by the operator, the most cursed by its torment. they stick with each other because theres no point to being completely alone, not anymore.

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The Small Cabin

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<<Part 4>>

Birdy

A soft tapping against your cheek woke you up.

You stirred slightly before letting your eyes open, looking at whatever was causing the poking sensation through unfocused eyes.

It was the man with brown hair. The only difference in his appearance was the absence of his golden goggles and muzzle.

The man had hazel eyes, although his right eye was lazy. The strangest part of his face was the gash on his left cheek.

The wound showed his slightly yellowed teeth and pink gums, the skin around it slightly elevated.

His gloved hands reached out as he realized you had woken up, helping you sit up.

He was kneeled down on the floor as he started talking again, “What's your-” he got cut off before he could finish his sentence, he snapped his fingers and whistled out, “Birdy!”

He shook his head before repeating his question, “What's your name?”

You opened your mouth to speak but he quickly interrupted you, “Wait- you need w-water.”

He shoved himself up off the floor before leaving the room.

You looked down at your lap, a soft brown blanket covered your body from the waist down. You ran your hands through the fuzzy blanket, it helped ground you.

Your eyes scanned the room, there was a large wardrobe in the corner of the room; it didn't look used though as clothes littered the floor. Next to the wardrobe were slightly ripped band posters and random sketches taped to the wall.

Your eyes landed on two hatchets that were leaning against the far wall. They looked rusty and broken down, the wood of the handles splitting underneath the wrappings that someone put on it.

The door creaked open once more, the lengthy man walking in with a cup of water.

“Drink this- then tell me your name,” he said as he gave you the cup.

You put the plastic cup to your mouth. As the cold water hit your lips you finally realized how thirsty you were. You started to chug the water, not caring if you choked in the process.

Finishing the cup of water you gently held it in your hands, you looked back up at the man. You took a deep breath before telling the man your name before repeating the question to him.

“My name is T- Toby,” the man said with a slight twitch in his shoulder. “You wanna tell me why you were in the woods?” He asked as he looked at you patiently.

Your body tensed as he asked his question. You tried to remember, why was I running?

Why couldn't you remember anything, “I..” you tried speaking again.

“I can't remember, I'm sorry-” you managed to say apologetically. Your hands fidgeted with the plastic cup in your hands to keep yourself occupied.

Toby didn't say anything, simply staring at you.

The moment didn't last long as another man walked into the room.

This man was definitely older than Toby, his dark sideburns framed his face as he looked at you and Toby.

This man wore a red and black flannel, it had multiple dark stains on it. His pants were a dark brown and his socks were black. He had longish black hair, it looked greasy.

He also had sideburns that were, honestly, pretty impressive.

He wasn't as tall as Toby, but he was definitely bigger and bulkier than him.

He looked at me, “you're awake,” he said gruffly.

His eyes were sunken into his face, he looked exhausted.

You nodded your head at the new man, unsure of what to say to him. You looked over at Toby, “Thank you, for helping me.”

He smiled at your words, before whistling and saying birdy again, “No p-problem.”

“Hey, old man,” Toby spoke to the other man, “when's Bri getting back? They n- need their feet wrapped.” He asked the man before clicking his tongue.

The man pulled out an old android phone, the screen was shattered beyond repair. “I'll call ‘em, keep an eye on the kid,” he told Toby before walking out of the bedroom.

Toby looked back at you with a toothy smile, “Don't mind him, he's just wo- worried.” He told you.

You raised an eyebrow confused, “why?” You asked without thought.

“Why?” He repeated back, “anybody would be worried when finding a kid in the forest by themselves.” He told you simply as he sat on the floor next to the bed.

“Glad I found you when I did, you looked like you were going to freeze to death,” Toby said before ruffling your tangled hair.

“When's the last time you had a bath? Or a new set of clothes?” He asked quietly.

You both sat in silence as you thought to yourself, you couldn't remember.

The last thing you could remember was running into the forest, nothing past that point.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I'm not sure,” you said quietly.

Toby chuckled at your answer, “do you know anything besides your name?” He said teasingly as the other man walked back in the room.

“He'll be back in an hour,” he told Toby before looking back at you. “When Brian gets back he's going to clean you up, okay?” He said with crossed arms.

He looked back at Toby once more, “Come on Toby, let them rest,” he said before leaving the room once more.

Toby frowned slightly before looking at you, “Y-yell if you need anything,” he said before getting off of the floor.

He quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.

You looked back down at the plastic cup in your hands. Only one thing ran through your mind.

Why couldn't you remember anything?

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Brim fluff drabble

Tim Wright x Brian Thomas MH

Just a little thing i wrote, im never gonna finish it so i might as well post what i do have

Desc: POST SEX CUDDLES!!

Enjoy~

It was a rough night.

Sex and all was great, but it was the aftermath that brian really enjoyed. Moments where they weren't quite lovers and not quite friends. They were just brian and tim, and it didnt matter what that meant.

Brian nuzzled into tims shoulder, feeling his breath on his shoulder while the tv droned, playing whatever was on at 2 am.

“Your taking all the blanket,” tim sleepily muttered, tugging the blanket over himself more.

Brian pulled back. “Im cold, you at least have a shirt, gimme,”

They tussled for a second, quietly giggling until brian rolled them so that brian sat on tims chest. The skin to skin feeling was nice, warm. Brian leaned down and kissed tims forehead.

“Whatcha doin bri?” Tim teased, wrapping his hands around brians slim waist, noting how his skin felt, trying to soak in everything brian was so it would last longer.

“Nothin,” brian smiled, leaning down again to peck at tims lips. He flopped over back to the matress, suprised when tim cupped his face and pulled him into a soft kiss. One kiss turned to two turned into a soft make out, a kind that wasnt like sex kissing, but was the same kind of love that cuddling was.

Brian ran his hands up tims back, finding his hands playimh with tims soft brown hair. Tim giggled into the kiss as brians hand caught a knot in his hair.

“Do you brush your hair at all?” Brian murmured into tims lips.

Tim scoffed. “I do, just… not recently,” he chuckled, going back into kiss brian a bit rougher, rolling to be on top of brian.

Brian moaned into the kiss, tim slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Brian gasped, eyes fluttering for a moment before closing again and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around tim, soaking him in before they had to go back to “just friends.”

Tim broke the kiss, spit trailing from his mouth as they gasped. “I think.. your beautiful…” he whispered, watching brians face light up.

“Thats a little gay dont you think?” Brian giggled, face warm.

Tim shrugged, flopping down next to brian with a creak of the mattress. “Guess im bisexual,” he laughed. Brian snorted laughing, rolling to face tim.

“I think i am too tim,”