#brian thomas headcanons

[theamberparadise]

TW; implied murder, heavily implied threesome, lots of implied staring, nude-sending (not from reader), foul language, improper use of handcuffs, Tim x Brian if you squint

Tim and Brian loved playing poker-- but with you in on the bets-- maybe, just maybe, Tim might share.

OR: Texts between Tim and Brian competing over you.

divider credits; @cupidyunjin

[sabbathofruin]

boyfriend!brian thomas headcanons <3

[cw: f!reader, mentions of drinking/smoking, smut, piv, choking, sex tape, humiliation/degradation kink, self indulgent rahhh]

[words: 1.5k]

𖦤ᯤ every breath you take - the police ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ ─•──── ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

"Bet."

"I got it covered."

"Hey there, pretty baby,"

Brian woke up from the fall a broken husk of the kid he used to be. He's colder, more calculating, more unempathetic. But that boyish charisma and dorkiness he retained from his former identity in tandem with his inhuman grit and conviction just adds to his allure.

His short, feathery tufts of dirty blonde fall over his forehead and just over his straight brows. If you look closely, you'll notice his patches of light freckles over his cheeks and eyelids.

Brian's plush, rosy lips and tooth gap offer a soft juxtaposition to the burliness of his fuzzy, swole pecs, defined arms, and the golden patch of hair tapered into a line just below his belly button. Standing at just under 6ft, his build is sleek and proportionate, lean muscles that look stone-carved by hand.

He has a bunch of healed, old scars but his body is somehow always sliced up, scraped, and bruised in little ways from being a rough and reckless guy. He's kind of a masochist and likes feeling soreness after exerting his body.

"You're staring."

"That's gonna leave a mark."

"Haha, next time, I'll chill, I promise."

There's his iconic painted mask, mustard yellow sweatshirt, and blue jeans- the uniform he wears when operating as Hoody. As for his casual wardbrobe, Brian likes rich, earthy colors, especially greens, blues, browns and black, but he also likes red.

He loves to see you in any color he'd pick for himself. Whether it's a camo shorts, a sky blue picnic dress, or a lacey, ruby red boudoir set, his bright, hazelnut-colored eyes darken, narrowing on you like a predator stalking his prey. He silently debates if he loves seeing you wear it more than he wants to rip it off of you.

"Holy shit, you're fucking gorgeous."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I'll buy you another one."

Tree hugger and adrenaline junkie. Big hiker. Brian leaves you breaking a sweat and panting as you trail behind him. He belly laughs unapologetically at you stumbling down the steep paths back to the ground. Loves rock climbing and fishing.

"Watch your step."

"Watch your face, I like it."

One time he tried dirt biking and he considers it one of the best experiences of his life. It was the fast wind and the endless woods flying into nothing behind him, the crackling rumble of the engine under his feet, and the heart thumping thrill that leaves him craving it again.

"I miss having fun."

"Get ready, I'm taking you out."

Loves taking you on coffee dates, but is skeptical and takes precautions against being perceived. He'll wear sunglasses inside the cafe, a dark hoodie pulled tightly over his head, his black gloves covering his fingers.

He wants you to get dolled up, though, like any other date. The cafe reminds Brian of his former life as an ordinary college student, pounding caffeine and shuffling through papers with his buddies.

Now he enjoys watching your little lip bites, your eyes scanning the menu as you decide what to drink, and the way your lipgloss coats the end of your straw as you take sips of it as he sits across from you. He doesn't say much in public, mostly listens while you talk instead.

"Hm."

"Mine's good, taste it."

Brian's reserved at first, but with you, he loves to have wild conversations. He enjoys talking hypotheticals and picking your brain.

Playing devil's advocate is his toxic trait, he'll do it even if he agrees with you, but he thinks you're adorable when you're flustered and a little irritated. You catch on once you recognize that sleazy smirk on his face, the one that slips when he's amused.

"Well, that's what you think."

"I'm fucking with you."

"You look so cute right now."

Infodumps about his interests, especially historical events, machinery and firearms, physiology, and psychology. He knowledgeable about political leaders and ideologies but not because he's heavily politically affiliated, solely due to fixation purposes.

Brian wouldn't call himself a cinemophile, but he can't help but dissect the movies and shows you guys watch together. It's how he enjoys them to the greatest extent honestly.

He's the kind of guy that craves a deep, full understanding and is committed to finding answers. He likes to hear your interpretation and perspective because it gives him insight on your psyche.

"You get what I'm saying?"

"Not sure when I learned that."

Pretty terrible about his vices- the years of college frat partying ripples into his current lifestyle. Brian's a dedicated stoner and tends pound a few beers when he's in the mood, which fluctuates from being rather often to not so much.

"I'm chilling."

"Needed that."

His tolerance is high but he ends up laughing a lot when he's really intoxicated. Brian also gets more affectionate as the world falls away around him. He brushes his fingertips along your skin if you're sitting down together, and pulling you in to feel your warmth and breath you in.

"Fuck, I'm kinda trashed."

Loves your neck- the softness, your smell, your heat. He buries his face in between your neck and your shoulder often and gives you little pecks or nibbles. Brian also loves your face, he'll cup your face tenderly, or squeeze your cheeks together with his hand, planting a kiss on your lips, combing your hair with his fingers.

"Is it hot in here?"

"I'm horny."

"Come here."

Brian's libido is a loaded gun. Look in his eyes too lovingly, his cheeks are already glowing red. Stroke his neck too tenderly, he's stiffening in his pants. Kiss him a tad too deeply, he's twitching and jerking in poor efforts to keep himself from snatching your body up in hands and pinning it somewhere for him to absolutely ruin you.

"Stay still."

"Fuckin' gushing for me, you're so easy babe."

He's big on ownership. Brian wants submission and admission, he'll coax it out of you with his humiliating remarks. It turns your insides to goo when he reads you to shame, how your body responds to his commanding touch, how you turn to hide your flustered face.

Brian groans out teasing quips as you thrash and whine on his cock- making you feel so full, those torturous drags of his length undoing you and putting you back together all over again.

"You can take it."

"Like putty in my hands."

Giving you devastating backshots because you're so easy to maneuver when you're being drilled from behind. Brian's got your wrists bound together on your back in just one of his hands, hips ramming into your ass with loud, resounding smacks.

He grins sickly at your flushed, wrangled body under him, a weak chuckle erupting from his throat at the vision of it. You let out a yelp at hearing him, eyes squeezing shut with embarrassment.

"Holy shit, you're beautiful."

The camcorder's idle spot on the nightstand was not a decision made unintentionally. Brian finds the power button and points the lens to where your bodies connect, capturing the obscenity of his cock spearing the slick folds of your cunt.

His arm extends past your head, panning the frame to focus on your fucked-out expression, his dreamy torso and the center of his waist meeting your ass with each snap of his hips in the background.

Brian's grips your face, his thumb breaching the gap in your lips and settling on your tongue. You gag softly at the intrusion, to which Brian growls satisfiedly that he's getting you looking so pathetic for him on tape.

"Like that, baby, doing so good."

"That's my slut."

"Lookin' so pretty taking my dick."

His fingers wrap your throat, squeezing just enough to send a rush of hazy warmth to your head. He's burying himself to the hilt with each mind-numbing thrust, both of your feral moans overlapping into a lewd, heaving symphony.

The twisted combination of Brian's cruel manipulation tactics with the pleasure of his fuck overwhelms your system, the tension in your gut snapping as you break on his cock, gushing and clenching over his shaft.

"You're all mine, you know that?"

"Say it to me."

"Fuuuck, gonna give it to you, baby."

Your climax drives Brian to his own peak and releases deep inside your sore, beaten raw cunt as he palms the back of your head, locking you into a possessive, suffocating kiss. He drops his forehead to make contact with yours, the hollow space between his front teeth peeking through the sliver of his smirk.

"I fuckin' love you, honey."

"You're stuck with me."

🜏[regards... i can't express how badly i need this man. it's an affliction. these hc posts for tim and brian have been in drafts for a min, needed to get them out bc i have so many things to work on with my one-shot wips, kinktober, and my first fic series concept that i just conceived last night with brian ahhh. locking in chat...]

🜏[ruin's masterlist]

🜏[if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear

-mary shelley]

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Toby: It’s almost time to change from our regular weapons to our Christmas weapons.

Y/N: What’s the difference?

Brian: The Christmas ones light up.

[poodledoodle1]

brian moodboard !

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"nobody was comin' to save me. i had no choice but to get up."

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[lilithliria2]

Creepypasta's favorite places to kiss you

With: Jeffrey Woods, Ben Drowned, Jack Nyras, Brian Thomas, Toby rogers, Tim Wright and Habit

★Jeffrey Woods

Neck kiss: i mean, are we even surprised? He loves to mark you up and show everyone who you belong to (even tho he has commitment issues). He would be rough when kissing your neck, touching your hips or back while he does it (plus if you are on under him).

★Ben Drowned

I feel like he wouldn't have one favorite place, but lips and chest are probably his favorites. He also likes kissing your shoulders if you are sitting on top of him while he plays video games (he loves having you in his lap while he plays).

★Jack Nyras

Forehead kiss and eyelids kiss: he loves all of your face, but for him, a forehead kiss feels so intimate sometimes. He also likes when he backs up a bit and sees you looking up to him with those pretty eyes of yours (because bealive me, you are probably shorter than this guy).

★Tim Wright

Thighs: idk why, but I feel like he would love thighs no matter the size. He would love to bite them, kiss them, lay on them everything. He would come from his little "work" and just lay on your thighs while you run your fingers through his hair and that? That's more than enough for him.

★Toby Rogers

HANDS (and chest): This man is in love with kissing and worshipping you, so he, of course, loves to kiss your hands! He likes to kiss them, especially if they are cold. He also loves to put them in his face and kiss the palm of your hand.

★Brian Thomas

Lips: He likes your lips, bitting them,he likes to tease you, kissing the corners of your mouth, and he also likes kissing and nibbling on your ears because again, this man loves teasing.

★Habit

Neck: he is pretty much like jeff likes to mark your neck and also your thighs. He is pretty overprotective of you, so he likes to mark you, but he would rather die than admit it.

Another work I could save! I hope you guys like it, remember to take care of yourself and drink tons of water!!

[jupiterxzy]

˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑ Creepypasta Relationship Headcanons ˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑

Part One: Proxies x GN! Reader [SFW] part Two, part Three

Includes: Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, and Kate the Chaser

˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑ PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE ANY OF MY WORKS, ALL WORKS ARE WORKS OF FICTION, ENJOY!!! ˚₊‧⁺𖦹๋࣭⭑

˚₊‧⁺ TICCI TOBY ˚₊‧⁺

▪︎ Toby is overly clingy and constantly needs reassurance that you do in fact still love him

▪︎ He absolutely loves physical touch. His hands are always touching you, whether it be his arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, or hugging your waist as his head rests on your shoulders

▪︎ He loves to give bear hugs or picks you up whenever he sees you

▪︎ He often does small stuff to annoy you or get your attention. Whether that be licking your hand or face, tapping or poking your arm repeatedly, saying your name over and over until you reply

▪︎ He will do almost anything to have a bit of your attention

▪︎ He is very over the top with affection. Hugging you randomly and won't let go until you push him away, kissing your face all over until you're giggling and laughing, will find you little gifts

▪︎ He's often very blunt about how he feels

▪︎ He's very spontaneous and incredibly energetic. He needs someone who can handle him and keep up with his energy

▪︎ While out on missions, he will give you life updates for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. He sees a pretty rock, you should expect to be sent a picture and a text about how the rock reminded him of you. Him and the other just finished their mission, you'll get a messy rundown full of grammatical errors, and a very eccentric Toby

▪︎ He will drop everything to help you if you need it

▪︎ He is a very devoted lover, practically worshiping you like his very own God. You mean everything to him, and he'll do everything for you. Just give him the word and he'll do it

▪︎ He often doubts his worth compared to you. He'll often overthink and begin to believe that he doesn't deserve you and that you'll eventually become bored of him and leave

▪︎ He gets insanely jealous. It's messy. He sees another person acting too handsy, and he is asserting himself. Acting overly affectionate and sending death glares. If someone is hitting on you, it's best not to question what happens to them next

▪︎ He loves to pamper you. You're his whole world, he wants you to feel how much he cares about you

▪︎ He's very insecure, with constant overthinking, and tends to become overly clingy when he feels too insecure

▪︎ Talks about you a LOT, practically word vomits about you to anyone that will give him the time of day. He loves talking about you and how perfect you are

▪︎ Absolutly adores praise, give him praise, and he'll be all over you in and instant practically begging for more

▪︎ Nicknames often consist of a play or shortening of your name. Other times, he will call you baby or sweetheart

˚₊‧⁺ TIM WRIGHT/ MASKY ˚₊‧

▪︎ He's rather protective of you. Having very little control in his life, all he wants is to have something that's just for him and he'd do anything to keep it that way

▪︎ A big fan of acts of service. Will often do small things for you whether you ask him to or not

▪︎ He isn't the best with words, often struggles to convey how he feels, and prefers to keep his thoughts to himself instead of talking to you to avoid arguments or fights. More often than not, this has the opposite effect, much to his dismay

▪︎ He is very slow to open up, opting to keep to himself. The more comfortable he becomes with you, the more he will shed his layers and let you in

▪︎ Tim tries his best to keep Masky away from you, a part of him he doesn't want you to see. Eventually, you do meet Masky. He's cold, nothing like your usually caring boyfriend. Masky cares about you, of course, but in his own, cold way

▪︎ Masky seems to see you more of a 'pet' than a lover

▪︎ Tim loves to give you random compliments. Little reminders that he loves and cherishes you

▪︎ Date nights aren't often with his line of work, so he often opts to take you on late night drives. The music is low, and the wind whips your hair as the two of you drive down old country roads, past fields, and trees

▪︎ Prefers a more private relationship. To him, your relationship doesn't need to be anyone else's business. Of course if you want to tell people about it, he won't have a problem. But he won't go out of his way to talk about your relationship

▪︎ When you guys are together, expect him to be holding your hand. His thumb idely rubbing the top of your hand as he stands beside you in conversation with another person, his hand firmly holding onto yours

▪︎ Once you begin dating, you hear nicknames more than your own name. A collection of "Honey, hun, and sugar," all said in a tone that is slight and sweet, reserved just for you

▪︎ He is incredibly patient

▪︎ Tim doesn't really get jealous. Of course, if someone is hitting on you, he will take matters into his own hands. Pulling you close and asserting himself, making sure it is known that you are his and his alone

▪︎ He is incredibly scared to lose you, often pushing himself away to avoid the possibility of you deciding you don't love him anymore. He often self sabotages just to save himself the pain and heartache, but once he knows for certain you aren't going anywhere, he keeps you close

▪︎ While out on missions, he will often send you little texts reminding you that he loves and misses you. He doesn't quite blow up your phone, but he definitely texted more than he often would if he wasn't on a mission

˚₊‧⁺ BRIAN THOMAS/ HOODIE ₊‧⁺

▪︎ Words of affirmation. That man is constantly reassuring you and saying the sweetest things

▪︎ He loves to compliment you. You got your haircut? He's telling you how perfect you look multiple times a day. New clothes? That man is raving on and on about how good you look and how he can't believe your his

▪︎ He loves to tease you. Jokes, small quips, and sly comments are just his things.They're always said with a smirk on his face, his eyes lit up as he looks at you as if you're his whole world

▪︎ He is constantly photographing or recording you. His camera is filled with candid moments, pictures of the two of you out on dates, pictures that you sent him while he is away,and just random moments where he whipped out his phone to record or photograph you. He often looks over these memories while out on missions and away from you

▪︎ Keeps a photograph of you tucked away in his wallet

▪︎ Likes to write and leave you little notes lying around. Short cute love notes reminding you that he loves you or small reminders to drink water, ect.

▪︎ He's a very perceptive lover. He notices small changes in your mood or stature whether you tell him what's wrong or not. He won't pry, but he will try to fix whatever has you upset

▪︎ He gives off golden retriever vibes honestly

▪︎ Hoodie on the other hand, is cold. He cares about you of course, but in his own fucked up way. Often putting you in harms way because of his carelessness

▪︎ Brian will do absolutely anything for you, name it and he will do it

▪︎ He is very affectionate, often hugging, kissing, or cuddling you whenever he gets the chance

▪︎ He is just effortlessly charismatic and attractive. Can make a whole room laugh with just a simple off the shoulder joke

▪︎ Loves to praise you and tell you how proud and happy he is to be with you. Often, he tells you how happy you make him and how he's never felt this way

▪︎ Often calls you " Darlin', babe, or love"

▪︎ He doesn't get jealous all that often, but when he does, he makes it known. Arms wrapped securely around you, pressing kisses against your neck as you are in mid conversation, glaring at whoever attempted to hit on you

˚₊‧⁺ KATE THE CHASER ˚₊‧⁺

▪︎ Kate loves quality time. Just sitting alone with you whether you are doing something together or quietly doing your own things, it doesn't matter to her as long as she's with you

▪︎ She loves to give gifts. She could be out on a mission and see something that reminder her of you, whether it be a pretty rock or trinket, she's bringing it home to you

▪︎ She loves to take little candid pictures of you. Something to remind her of you while she's gone

▪︎ She's actually a very good drawer, often drawing pictures for you in her free time. At first, they were little stick figures holding hands, but slowly, her art progressed and got better as she drew more and more. Your walls are decorated in the drawings that she has given you, even if they are little stick figures

▪︎ She loves to be praised by you. She would do anything to make you happy and proud of her just so she could have your attention and praise on her

▪︎ She often self sabotages. In her head, she doesn't deserve good things, and you're the best thing that could have happened to her. As time goes on, she slowly loses this ideology and becomes more sure in herself and your relationship

▪︎ Kate craves love and affection, but she doesn't know exactly how to ask for it. She's awkward, face flushed red as she tries to tell you that she wants attention, her words jumbled as they fall from her lips

▪︎ This girl is a yearned through and through. Practically worships the ground you walk on

▪︎ She is very respectful. She respects you and your space, often giving you too much space in hopes that she is being respectful to you and your boundaries. Doesn't often ask for anything unless prompted

▪︎ She doesn't like big gestures, she prefers more small and relaxed things. Dates are often rare but still thoughtful. Little picnics in the forest, trips to art museums, and cafe dates that often result in the two of you walking around the town hand in hand as you admire the small local businesses

▪︎ She calls you simple terms of endearment, often consisting of love and dear or just your name

▪︎ Kate is very jealous. She tries her best to contain her jealousy and be as respectful as she can. But something about someone trying to put their hands know what's hers really rubs her the wrong way

Requests are appreciated, thanks for reading!!!!

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[noctiva]

Headcanons of how the pastas would kill reader? Like they still love reader but orders

OHHHHHH MORE ANGST! OKAY!

(cw: for pretty gory descriptions of death - specifically in jack, cody, and jeff’s sections)

Toby:

A losing battle.

The way I view Toby, when he is in love, he is in love dude. Like, he would much rather lay down his life for you then ever have to witness you be hurt - especially by his own hands.

So, he completely ignores the order at first - as it that would work. Blindly hoping that maybe Slender might just… Let it go. Day in and day out of ringing ears, nosebleeds, and nausea so bad he can barely eat. But, he takes it, because it’s much favourable to the latter - losing you.

Eventually, Slender has to use more drastic measures, not expecting Toby’s stubbornness and devotion to you. All the more reason to get rid of you.

Delusions and hallucinations are what get the job done. Poor, ignorant Toby, thinking he could outlast Slender even after years of working under him and knowing exactly what he’s like - what he can do. Love is blind I suppose.

I think it would end up with Toby hallucinating reader to be someone completely different. Like someone who wronged him in the past, or maybe just a stranger that Toby assumes somehow broke into his home. The hatchets are out before you can even try to reason with him. Blood spills before he even realizes who he’s hurting.

You’re dead before he gets a grasp on reality again.

He never forgives himself.

-

Jack:

Love is a form of consumption

I’ve always been under the assumption that Jack doesn’t really abide to Slender’s wishes in the same way the others do. He’s not a proxy. He doesn’t go out and hunt for Slender’s gain - he does it to survive. He keeps to himself, heals the ones who need it, and retreats back into his little bubble of solitude when it’s all over. He doesn’t go on “missions” he doesn’t have a quota to fill. He mistook leniency for immunity.

Slender’s antics don’t work on Jack like they do the others. There’s no nosebleeds, no migraines - what I think they do do, is tap into that demonic side of him that he tries to keep hidden. Jack is dangerous. Terrifyingly so, but he keeps that part of him shrouded beneath almost clinical apathy. Avoidant by nature, so that he doesn’t have to worry what could happen if he does get close.

With you, it’s different, because for you he becomes more of a protector. He wants you to feel safe around him - to trust him. And you do. That’s what Slender’s exploits.

Slender taking hold of Jack’s mind shows in the form of aggression. Bloodlust. Clouded thoughts and moving on autopilot. Like he is when he hunts. He won’t even notice it coming, it’ll hit him like a truck when he least expects it. You coming home, winding your arms around his waist in a hug like you always do, and it’s like a switch flips. It’s your scent that’s the trigger.

And it’s not like he’s never once thought about consuming you before, so it’s easy to stoke that flame. Easy to turn the dial up to eleven.

You’re a bloody heap of flesh on the ground by the time Jack finally comes to - your blood dripping from his lips, your chewed up organs sitting heavy in his gut.

He spends the entire night retching until he can’t do anything but dry heave. He never dates again.

-

Brian:

The executioner.

Brian isn’t one to get attached. I personally like to hc that he almost died when he fell from that window - but Slender kept him alive because he still had so much purpose. So much more to do. This creates a sort of… Apathy towards life for Brian. Knowing that it really doesn’t matter, because there’s barely any consequences. He’ll just be brought back anyway.

He keeps this all hidden.

So for you to wriggle your way in? That’s a feat. It probably started as just a lust type deal. The love came later, and it took ages to accept it. And he knows it’s not a good idea, not with the nature of his work, but… He just can’t help but indulge. It’s only fair to have some refuge in the chaos, right?

When he gets the order, it’s like a reality check. A brutal reminder that try as he might, he is not human. He doesn’t get to experience human pleasures. Doesn’t get to die a human death. He’s just a pawn. And well, he’d known that all along. He had just been pretending.

He kills you with a shot to the back of the head. When you’re completely off guard, none the wiser. Maybe you’re cooking him dinner, maybe you’re walking off to your shared bedroom. It doesn’t matter - your brains are splattered against the wall before you even realize the chill in the air.

Which is a good thing. He never wanted you to see this side of him.

You die face down on the floor, never knowing that the man you loved was the one who fired the shot.

He buries you in the backyard. Sometimes he sits by the heap of dirt and cries on really bad nights.

-

Tim:

Killing you softly

Tim had been expecting this. Waiting for it. He had warned you from the very start that being with him was a curse, that you’d never come out unscathed. That you shouldn’t risk it, because it’s just not worth it. You push. You assure him that things will all work out.

He makes the mistake of letting himself believe you. Simply because you were his one good thing. Something he could cling onto when things were too rough to handle. Comfort, that he finally started convincing himself he was worthy of deserving.

To lose you, feels like a shot to the chest, but he’s been down this road before. He knows that an order isn’t something to be refused. He knows the consequences if he does. He’d rather keep a rational mind, so that he could make this as easy as possible for you. You didn’t deserve brutality. Not when you had always been so gentle.

He kills you in your sleep. Squeezes his eyes shut before slamming his crowbar down against your skull with a force that kills you on impact. It’s messy. It’s horrible. But for you, it’s painless - you don’t even wake. You just twitch, then go still.

He wraps your body up in the sheets and cradles you for a long while, before he gains the courage bury you.

He never enters that room again.

-

Cody:

Experiment gone wrong?

Cody doesn’t kill often. He’s more prone to take ownership of bodies that his fellow proxies had killed, prodding around at their insides and testing various corrosives he mixed up against their skin tissue. He works to find new ways to kill, to find flaws in the human system. Like Jack, he’s more so the brains than the brawn.

He gets his lab on the basis that he’ll continue his work. That he won’t get distracted.

You distract him.

That’s the main issue with Slender, when it comes to his proxies being in relationships. Distractions. Flaws in the machine. A disease that needs to be remedied.

And Cody would much rather not, but he’s seen what happens if he tries to shrug this one off. Plus, at the same time, despite how much he loves you - the scientific curiosity always reigns supreme. He’s been waiting for a moment to experiment on you.

He’ll feed you a concoction he swears up and down is safe. Feel guilty at the amount of trust you place in him as he sticks you with the needle. Watch as the realization dawns on you - the fear that floods in your irises - when the drug he swore to you wouldn’t hurt you even a little bit, starts to eat you up from the inside.

And he’ll just watch. Because at this point, there’s simply nothing left to do. No way to save you. Even as you plead, as you curl up into a ball on the laboratory floor and spit out blood. He doesn’t even whisper out an apology until your eyes go glassy.

Afterwards, he’ll dissect you. Assess the damage. Probably keep pieces of you preserved in formaldehyde that he keeps displayed on the shelves. Most likely your eyes, because that’s the part of you he loved most.

-

Jeff:

Finally giving in.

It’s not that Jeff got into the relationship planning to ever kill you, but he did know one thing - if he had to, he would. It’s nothing against you, and it’s not a reflection of his affection towards you. It’s simply who he is - what he does.

You knew that. You’d seen him, covered head to toe in blood all while wearing a bored expression. He didn’t bat an eye at it, didn’t care about the mess. It was all just a byproduct of his favourite pass time.

From the start, he thought you were insane for even trying with him. For thinking that you could be the one exception from the endless massacre that was his life. He would’ve liked you to be, and he would’ve let you if the cards played out differently - but that’s not what reality (Slender) had in mind for the two of you.

He does it the moment he gets the order. Doesn’t give himself even a moment to think it over. Just comes home, finds you, and raises his blade before you can even scream.

It’s a bloodbath, as it always is. Metal glinting in the light every time he raises his arm, blood splattering against his skin every time he brings it down. Just wound after wound, tearing into your writhing body like you were just another victim. If he closed his eyes, it was easy to pretend you were.

You fight back, and it doesn’t phase him. You claw at his arms, try to push him off - he slits your throat before you can even muster up the strength to. When you finally stop moving, he drops his knife, the weapon falling to the ground with a clatter - his chest heaving raggedly as he stares down at what he’d done to you. What he’d known he’d to do you eventually, right from the very beginning.

He doesn’t wash the hoodie he wore when he did it. Ever. It feels like a sin to let the last remnants of you swirl down the drain like that. It sits in the back of his closet, blood crusted against the fabric. Sometimes he slips it back on when he’s really missing you.

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I was going to do more but I got tired lol. be grateful I threw jeff in there (or don’t?? it’s just more pain lmfao)

[spookyinthecloset]

Lets say there are cameras in the house, YOUR house, but like you dont know about them and he just stares and watches and like when you bend over Brian literally loses it

Feels so bad about it but his hand is pulling out his cock and he feels nasty but so so good and he keeps doing it.

When he doesn’t have a chance to look at you through the cameras he probably has a box full of polaroids.

He is shaking, dare i say tears are biting the corners of his eyes

The photos are stained with so much cum that they wrinkle around the edges but he keeps going, images of you flashing in his mind when he unravels again

Heaving like an animal, he doesn’t wipe the cum off the photos

He lets it dry before putting them back into the box

Hhdgdhh