brian responding with "roger that" and "affirmative" in mock seriousness
tim carrying a pack of gum with him everywhere for his cig breath that always ends up empty so quickly because he offers a stick to whoever's nearby
toby leaving out milk and crumbs for woodland creatures even though he knows it'll just make them come back and he'll get attached
kate keeping a journal that's covered in thick, black marker striking out her own entries because they're too embarrassing for even her to read
nat trying to shut one eye get a better aim and forgetting which eye every time
jeff having a bunch of terrible, line bursted tattoos but only on his non dominant arm because who the fuck let him steal a tattoo gun
ben having to tie his long ahh hair into a man bun when he puts on his headset because it feels too stuffy otherwise
ej keeping a few select knives in the basement because he prefers to keep them sharp as fuck and no one else bothers
lj being just ridiculously good at playing cards and having dumb luck with gambling like how and why? who knows
nina hoarding her dried out liners even if she steals more "just in case!!!"
jane slipping out of the mansion once a blue moon to attend a super underground rave, stone cold sober and hissing at everyone who looks in their direction
yes brian being mean but not in the cold, withdrawn way but in the mischievous, sarcastic way you're mean to someone that you know and care about deeply.
yes tim being possessive but not in an imposing, authoritative way but in humble, considerate acts of service that you do for someone when you put them before everything else.
i yearnnn for marble hornets tim n brian they would not play š
going on a weekend trip with my bf so i'm gonna try to stay off my phone and take a break from writing.
that being said, imma chill on writing in general (i hope) i genuinely love it so much and find it so fun but i got to lock in on my other goals (school, health, etc.) and find a better balance so that's where my heads at if you even care. we'll see tho i lack self control!
however i am very pleased with how my blog is coming together... i like my new post layouts, masterlists, and stuff but i need more love for more characters šš brian thomas the fucking man you are phewwww got me in a damn chokehold (don't save me i'm right where i wanna be)
gonna start posting monster fucking imagines on here. i mean gooning for creepypastas is essentially that. full transparency i prefer humanoid creatures anyway so we not straying too far into the abyss here (absolutely zero judgement towards lovecraftian entity fuckers, more power to you)
if you read all this shit thanks you're a real one and i appreciate you. also those recurring blog names i see in my notifs, yall are GANG i love u and thanks sm for supporting me.
lemme put this queue here as a reference for myself lol
it's a random day at the mansion, but you emerge from your quarters and are immediately taken aback.
you inhale deeply to examine the scent, but it unravels something deep in your belly, making your thighs squeeze together and your throat go dry.
the air- it smells... filthy.
not vile or putrid- but that thick, balmy musk that weighs heavily on your skin. it's the smell of sweat, flesh, and earth combined with faint sulfuric notes. it's hot and suffocating- addicting, even.
it leaves you an unexplicably horny mess. for a reason that completely alludes you, as long the scent lingers in the mansion, you're scurrying to your room to dig your fingers into your pants.
you're rabid, lust clawing at your bones with each passing hour. your insides melt, you nervously bounce your leg thinking about getting fucked and bred, over and over.
touching yourself only curbs the ache so much, you make yourself cum again and again but it's no use- that lewd smell makes you want it more than you can handle.
at night, it's even worse. the smell is stronger, makes the air warmer and denser. you kick off your sheets and lay awake in the dark, playing with yourself incessantly until you're sore and drooling.
the next morning, the agony won't subside. you sit with your head pressed to the table next to your mug of coffee, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.
"ugh... it still fucking stinks in here." you hear tim grumble as he walks into the room. "jack needs to get his shit under control."
suddenly your breath is stolen from you and you lift your head, voice cracking as you ask tim to explain, "what do you mean... jack's shit?"
tim cocks a brow. "you know, the pheromones? i can't be the only one who's noticed how bad his scent marking thing has gotten."
"scent... marking...?" your jaw hangs slightly open in a mix of confusion and terror.
tim just shrugs. "he must be in a rut or something. you sayin' you can't smell him?"
him. jack.
his musk. his pheromones that's driving you nuts the entire time. the realization makes your heart sink.
in a moment of cruel serendipity, the eyeless demon joins you and tim, groggily muttering a morning address. his scent bleeds off of him into the air, making you dizzy.
your body seizes in response to how his tank top exposes his toned arms and his ruffled bed head. you try not to gawk, try not to think about all the times you came to just his scent.
"morning, jack." your throat is tight when you greet him, but you have to stay cool and act natural.
it's not like he's been smelling your arousal all this time or anything...
šregards... i had this idea so ummm here it is hit publish
me when brian thomas is just that snarky friend with the most adorable smile who's always down to catch a vibe with the homies even if it means risking your sanity and eventually devolving into a enigmatic, nonverbal, compulsive stalker and instigator
š... cw hoody/brian thomas x f!reader, smut, piv, blowjob, rough sex, degradation, moody!brian x3
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š... inspo
The little inked characters on your bookās page start to bleed into one another as slumber creeps over your body. Itās late, the faint ticking of the clock bounces off the walls of your house, a gentle lullaby that has you rubbing your eyes and yawning.Ā
Shutting the book, you abandon it on the seat, and rise to your feet. You shuffle into the kitchen to fill the kettle and grab a mug from the cupboard as the water sizzles inside the chamber. While the kettle whirs, your mind wanders- and settles on Brian.Ā
The thought of him makes you sigh, leaning into the counter. You donāt normally count the days between visits, but you know itās an extended period of time since he was last in your bed.Ā
3 weeks? Maybe 4? It was too long.Ā
You gulp, doubt gnawing at your stomach. Then, your eyes are on your phone, reviewing your chat history with him.Ā
MondayĀ
Good morning, hon. Thereās breakfast on the stove and juice in the fridge. Let me know what you want for next time ;)
Friday
Hey, might be a minute before I can stop by again, just hang in there.Ā
Definitely shouldāve stolen one of your panties for the road hehe.
Sunday
I hope your weekend was better than mine.Ā
Monday
If you never hear from me again it was Tim lol
I miss you.
Wednesday
Sometimes i think fuck all this shit man
Friday
Babe
U mean so much to me jusr in case anything happensĀ
[9 missed calls]
Saturday
Hey, I'm safe now and Iām sorry for freaking you out. Itās rough out here but i should be okay.
I'm sorry i'm so fucked up. you deserve so much better
Sunday
My hand isnt enough manĀ
[1 missed call]
You have to put the phone down. Something uncomfortably tight winds up in your chest rereading Brian's messages. Tears sting at your eyes but you take deep breaths in efforts to keep them at bay.
The kettle squeals sharply and then powers down. After pouring out the steaming water into your mug, you tear the wrapper of a tea bag and dunk it inside. You inhale deeply, letting the warm, herbal aroma soothe your nerves.
You set the mug on your coffee table and get ready to settle in for the night. Shedding the heavy layers of your jeans and sweater, you swap them for a tank top and some comfy undies.
You emerge from the bedroom to grab your mug of tea but stop dead in your tracks-
Two mugs on the coffee table.
Your heart drops and you take a few steps backward, crashing into the solid frame of a man's burly chest.
"Don't scream."
His rough palm covers your mouth, the other clutching your shoulder as he breathes into your ear. You recognize the deep, snarky voice and sigh into his hand, nestling the back of your head into his neck.
"Mmm... hey, pretty thing..." He murmurs into your ear, unclasping his hand from your mouth and letting it drift lower over your collarbone.
Turning your head to meet his gaze, you let out a relieved sigh, his striking hazel eyes nearly have you melt on the spot. There's blood in his facial hair and he smells like earth and grime, but none of it matters if it's the real him holding you.
"Brian..." your precious voice greeting him by name makes him smile. His hands keep exploring your body, fingers tracing the curves and ridges to map out its excellence.
"When did you-? ...You didn't text me that you were going to..." You try to rationalize but he's distracting you.
One of his hands slides up the side of your waist and down your hip, the other palming the mound of your chest. You groan at his touch, having not felt him for what feels like much too long. Brian's arms coil around you tighter and tighter, he leans his face into your shoulder to breath you in deeply.
He's damn near already grinding on you, his hips swiveling just enough that you can feel the thick muscle in his pants harden against your ass.
"What happened to hello and how have you been?" You tease, smirking. Brian's keeps his face dug into your shoulder as his hands grope you harder, his breath gets deeper and rougher as he squeezes and claws at your body like a stress toy.
He huffs into your shoulder, sending a chill down your spine. "Don't bother, hon. Tea time's gonna have to wait until I'm finished."
"Oh yeah? When you're finished with what exactly?" The tone of excitement in your voice peeking through your sarcasm.
Brian grumbles something unintelligible and just nuzzles his nose along your neck, pausing to kiss and peck at your skin. His boner is pressing right up against you now, rubbing along the curve of your ass, coaxing you to let him in.
One of his big arms is wrapped completely around your waist, pinning your back against him, his other hand still groping your tit. Your face burns hot from how greedily he touches you.
"Bri-" Your voice cracks out. Brian's hand down slips to your waistband, his fingers threatening to dip inside.
"Just shut up already, I ain't here to talk." He growls into your ear.
You whimper, holding onto his arms and letting him nip and your throat and ears. His mouth press deeper onto you, sucking at the flesh. It makes you moan harder to feel the light sting of his lips and teeth beating up the little spot.
Brian licks over the fresh bruise and the soreness intensifies, a whiny moan leaving your throat. His hand finally slips into your undies to feel your arousal. He sighs deep and gratefully when his fingers meet your slick folds.
"So wet for me already, just like my slut should be." Brian smirks.
His fingertips work wet circles over your clit and eyes roll back as you melt against his chest. His hand rubs you raw and impatiently, making you squeal. Your slick squelches and soaks through the fabric of your shorts as his plays with your pussy.
"Mm.. yes- missed you, Brian.." you stutter. He keeps working the sensitive mound of nerves in brutal strokes, the pressure and precision of his hand tips you closer over the edge.
His arm releases you only to unclasp his belt buckle. "You better show me, then." He snarls.
Brian frees his hard cock from his pants and bends you forward, slipping your underwear under your knees and lining himself up at your entrance.
The tip pushes through your folds and stretches you open, the feeling burns so hot and so right inside of you.
Your pussy coils around his cock, feeling all his ridges and drawing out the pleasure of his strokes. He fucks you through your moans, thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. His thick cock throbs against your insides, pounding and rubbing your sweet spots.
"That's right, take it like a good fucktoy. Fuck, I needed this so bad. You know what I've been through, huh? What I've done? Huh?"
His hips snap into you harder, burying his cock so deep into your guts that you see stars. His nails are digging into your hips and he's nearly folding your body in half, grunting and cursing as he pounds you stupid.
Your legs shake, heart slamming against your ribs as your pussy receives its beating. The pleasure inside you winds tighter with each obscenely good thrust of Brian's cock. Your pussy clenches to his girth as he rocks you back and forth on him.
"Fuck- 's too good... I'm gonna cum-" your voice rattles out weakly as the tension peaks.
Brian fucks you savagely through your orgasm, muttering filthy praises and gripping you so hard he might leave prints on your thighs. You gush around him, slick spilling out between you and him.
"Mhm, you just love to get fucked, huh? Got you coming on my cock just like the fucksleeve you are." In you the midst of your high, he pulls out and spins you to face him.
You lean forward for a kiss, but his palm flattens against your skull, forcing you onto your knees. Brian grips your hair, wrapping the strands into his fist for leverage.
"Open up." He orders.
You look up at him. His tired, dull eyes bore into yours as he pets your head, his mouth curled into a cocky grin. Your lips part slowly, but Brian's had enough waiting.
He pushes his shaft into your mouth, the muscle pressing hard against your cheeks. Your throat convulses immediately, straining to accommodate the girth.
"Don't fight." Brian hisses, shoving himself further into your mouth. He smiles at how your lips are wrapped around his cock, coating him in your drool as you gag.
Your eyes roll back, jaw loosening to let him fuck your throat deeper. The tip of his cock feels agonizingly good pounding the back of your throat, Brian's fingers gripping your hair to pull your face on and off of him. Your hand finds your clit again, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts into your mouth.
Brian's thumb wipes a little tear from your cheek, cooing as you squirm and moan on him. "You like it when I use your face like this, dumb slut?"
You nod pathetically, still gagging on him. Your tongue swipes the under side of his shaft, licking his ridges and veins.
Brian makes a sound between a groan and a whimper, adjusting his angle to give you more space. You rub your tongue underneath his bulging tip and he shudders.
"F-Fuck... you're gonna make me cum..."
Both of his hand are gripping the back of your head now, forcing his cock all the way into your skull as he empties thick spurts of hot cum into your throat. He holds you there while you choke on him gargling sticky fluid, a mess that's soaking the hem of his hoodie.
When he finally pushes your face off his cock, you nearly fall backward, feeling sore and dazed. But you still lift your head to look at Brian, who's already fastening his pants closed.
You bat your lashes and pout at him, face still stained with tears, chin still dribbling with his cum.
"Wipe that stupid look off your face, would ya?" Rolling his eyes, he turns away, leaving you on the floor. When his hand grips the knob, he pauses to peek back at you ever so slightly over his shoulder, and grins.
You grin back, weak and defeatedly, but accepting. Then he's gone again, like he was a figment of your imagination or a waking dream.
At long last, you slip beneath the covers in your bed, still reeling from Brian's visit. You trace your fingers over the places he touched... your chest, your face, your soaked pussy that's still full of him.
Your phone buzzes.
1 min ago
Hey. Sorry I didn't have a lot of time to spare. I promise I'm your punching bag next time ;)
š regards... proofread this at work my bad. me when i refuse to make smaus but i will def still include a text chain. enjoy creepsters!
their pretty eyes are staring intensely at mine, two sparkling jewels in my shadowy room.
so tired from my duties but my cat hybrid!bestie still comes for a visit because we miss each other and we dont really need to be doing much of anything to enjoy each others company.
its dusk. the twinkle of starlight is the only luminescence but their face is still sharp in my vision as they sit in my lap.
bestie throws their arms over my shoulders so i look up to admire their soft, fluffy coat. i watch their velvety lips pout, their ears twitch and swivel, and i smile cause they're the prettiest creature ive ever laid my eyes on.
i wish to stay still, as much as my body will let me.
i've made an oath, after all.
but bestie's fuzzy tail is whipping my leg expectantly and their face is so close to mine that i can feel their whiskers brush my cheek.
i'm much too exhausted for restraint and we're much too familiar for doubt. this creature damn near has me on a leash.
my hand reaches up and finds the mound of their chest and clutches it softly. my heart rate spikes immediately, i feel the hot flash of blood rushing to my face and neck.
bestie smirks, "you can do it harder." they encourage, making my head do a spin. i look down to where my palm meets their chest and realize how heavy a layer their corset is.
my fingertips find the seams and pull away at the knot, loosening the garment. tucking my hand inside, i feel how pillowy and warm their breast is under the slipdress. we both let out hushed, relieved sighs.
i shouldn't be touching them like this, they shouldn't be in my lap, we shouldn't be looking in each other's eyes with so much longing.
but its so late and can't think straight, my hips keep moving on their own, pressing up into the valley between their thighs and feeling their heat.
"can i move like this?" i ask my bestie. they nod, grinning and rocking their hips further into my lap to match my rhythm.
i'm dazed as i watch them grind on me, my hands squeezing their tits so hard i might pry them out of their clothes.
it's maddening, the sweltering friction and their little mewls and whimpers. the pace has me gulping and panting, hot tension winding up in my gut from how good they feel purring on me and humping my lap.
their jaw is slightly slack, flaunting their little fangs, a sight i'll never forget. i want to know what they're like when it's really feeling good.
for now, i'll just keep groping their titties while they take the edge off for me.
what else are besties for, anyway?
šregards... oh shit a lil sum diff than slenderverse/crp... yeah we into monsterfucking on this blog so strap the fuck in. do i even need to say who the inspiration for this is? heyyy envy
