#brian thomas mh

[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

[fatalxfantasy]

holy shit look at brian

how have i never seen this he’s so handsome

[twisted-kiwiz]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ thinking about aftercare with the creeps…

includes: Tim, Brian, Ben, Toby, Jeff

CW: suggestive content ofc, mentions of kinks and other sexual topics, marks from sex, pretty fluffy post

lace/bow dividers by: @chrisssiren (first divider is from pinterest)

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Tim 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

‎ 𑣲 i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again, Tim is a big sweetheart

𑣲 even if this man totally wrecks tf out of you in bed, he never truly means to hurt you (outside of ways you consent to sexually).

𑣲 at the beginning of your relationship, he was actually pretty hesitant to do anything that might hurt you emotionally or physically. stuff like degradation, impact play, choking, even hair pulling? yeah, he was scared.

𑣲 tim’s pretty afraid of hurting everyone he cares about, especially after all the shit that happened in his past. he absolutely makes sure your okay, comfortable, and safe. you guys have a safeword near immediately and he isn’t afraid to be annoying about asking about your comfort. of course, once you’re dating longer and he starts knowing how you act when you feel certain things, the frequency ends, but the care he has never does.

𑣲 so to the aftercare

𑣲 once yall are done (whether that’s with the round or as a whole), he’s gonna hold you for a moment as you come down from your high (and besides, he needs to relax too). once you start coming back to yourself and he knows you’re okay, he’ll go to get towels and whatever else you guys need. if you’re not ready for him to leave the bed yet, he’ll never rush. the only reason he’s even getting up is just so he can care for you the best you can be. but he’s perfectly content to lie with you a moment longer.

𑣲 he’ll go ahead and wipe himself down real quick while he’s up, but he’s mainly up to get some stuff.

𑣲 a warm, wet cloth and water and maybe a snack (both of which yall keep in your room for times like this)

𑣲 he’ll wipe up your legs, as well as anywhere else that needs to be cleaned, all the while he’s pressing soft kisses into your thighs and whispering things to you.

𑣲 telling how good you did, how beautiful you are, that you’re okay, he’s here, he’s not going nowhere, you’re safe

𑣲 that kind of stuff

𑣲 once he’s done cleaning you up, the blanket is on yall immediately. he’s curling up against you and holding you tight. his hands are running through your hair and he’s rubbing your shoulders, arms, back, and hips. yall will both be asleep soon.

𑣲 if Tim left marks on you, specifically from his hands and physical stuff like that (so not hickeys), he immediately feels so guilty. especially the first few times.

𑣲 he’s kissing them and apologizing, asking if they hurt, if you need anything, or if there’s anything he can do. he swears to himself that he won’t be so rough next time (but he will because you both really do enjoy it, and you have no issue with marks).

𑣲 he’ll still feel guilty even after you reassure him, but he’ll feel slightly better.

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Brian 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𑣲 Brian’s favorite way to give aftercare is probably a shower or a bath

𑣲 he’ll gather you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom

𑣲 sitting you up on the counter (or if yall got a bench in your shower, he’d totally do it in there), he’ll lower himself to wipe you down. he’ll lift up your foot and press a kiss against your ankle and all down your leg.

𑣲 he’ll tell you that you’re gorgeous and you’re all his. that he ain’t ever letting you go.

𑣲 then he goes to start the shower, making sure it’s nice and hot for you before you get in.

𑣲 he guides you in and gets your hair wet

𑣲 he washes your hair for you nice and gentle. he goes slow, letting you enjoy the feeling of his fingers through your hair, the lather of the soap against the strands, and the warmth of his body right by you and the water cascading down your back.

𑣲 he’ll wash your body himself too

𑣲 if you cling onto him, he’ll stay in the shower as long as you want

𑣲 after that, he turns off the water and gets you in a towel as soon as possible so you won’t be cold. he’ll help you dry off.

𑣲 yall probably don’t actually get dressed, you just go back to bed naked and cuddle up together

𑣲 you fall asleep with him spooning you

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Ben 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𑣲 he probably wants you to curl up in his lap against him while he plays his game ngl

𑣲 but that’s realistically probably not gonna happen, at least not immediately

𑣲 so he’ll wipe the sweat off your face and push your hair out of the way of your eyes, kissing all over your face and telling you how hot you look

𑣲 also if you also smoke weed, yall are gonna be smoking hella for the rest of the night. just smoking and talking and cuddling. (or maybe just some edibles and then the rest of that stuff, whatever yall feel like)

𑣲 he’ll probably end up falling asleep between your legs with his face against your stomach and your thighs wrapped around him

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Toby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𑣲 Toby likes to get snacks, something to drink, maybe watch something, and cuddle

𑣲 anything that is really just spending time together, so the truth is he doesn’t actually care what yall do

𑣲 you’re wearing a pair of his pajamas when yall go down to the kitchen. it’s such beautiful imagery for Toby. the pants are too long and the shirt’s hemline slips at your mid thigh.

𑣲 when yall get back in bed he’s gonna rest his head on your thighs, hip, stomach, or chest. somewhere soft and warm. he’ll fall asleep right there if you let him. especially if you play with his hair or rub his back. like yeah he’s gone.

𑣲 i feel like toby’s the kind of person to ask how it was and how he did. he just wants to please you and he craves validation.

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Jeff 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𑣲 this guy is OUT like a light, so i hope you like sleeping after sex

𑣲 jeff is totally a nonchalant warrior (even though he sucks at it), but he’s not a COMPLETE asshole okay

𑣲 he’s a big ass freak, kinky ass hell, but obviously he cares about you, so he’s not gonna leave you hanging

𑣲 he might be grumpy about it though, but you’re probably used to that

𑣲 but like i said, he’s exhausted after sex, so his version of aftercare is mostly just wrapping you up in the comforter and pulling you into his chest

𑣲 anyway Jeff isn’t as heartless as he thinks he is. he knows he gets rough and he’s into some dark shit. if you’re bleeding, he’ll patch you up. (is it wrong if i say he might lick the blood off you?…) he’ll kiss and lick any marks he left behind on you. mainly because he loves to see them.

𑣲 similar to Toby, Jeff wants to see you in his clothes. specifically one of his band tees and your underwear.

a/n: i wanted to get this out last night but it was like im too tired to keep writing this cause i keep making typos, but at the same time i cant sleep until it’s done. and i made tim’s part so long so i wanted to at least attempt to make the other ones longer. 😞😞

[littlemissrabbitt]

Why aren’t you holding my hand?

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𐙚 | toby, brian, tim ver.

| evan & habit ver. -> ୨ৎ

| lmk other creeps you’d like me to add!

Toby usually tries his absolute best to keep you as far away from "work" as possible. But since he was already heading that route, he may as well stop by to drop off a body for Jack— He figured he’d multitask. So there he was, standing right in front of you during a quick stop, casually hauling a body bag in his arms. Out of nowhere, you blurted out, "Why aren't you holding my hand?" He stopped. Staring at you, he blinked once, twice, utterly bewildered. I mean, for Christ’s sake, he was holding a corpse. Still, seeing the deadpan seriousness on your face, he let out a soft, defeated sigh. Shifting the heavy body bag awkwardly up and over his shoulder with a thud before he held out his remaining free hand for you to take.

Of course, dragging Brian along on your thrift shopping sprees was a must. You had an absolute weakness for the vintage furniture crammed into those dusty aisles, and you almost never left empty-handed. As usual, you’d just locked eyes with a gorgeous, heavy-framed full-length mirror that you swore would look perfect in the cabin. So there went Brian, meticulously balancing the massive glass pane out the shop doors, his knuckles white with the sheer concentration of not letting it slip and possibly dropping it. Just as you stepped out into the parking lot together, you looked over at him and casually muttered, "Hold my hand?" There was no pause. No witty comeback, not even a glance back to check if you were serious. Without missing a beat, he simply extended a single, stiff pinky finger out from the edge of the frame for you to grab.

Tim has always been the kind of man who insists on taking care of you, making damn sure you never have to lift a finger. Even if it’s just hauling your ridiculous amount of luggage from the car to the hotel room—bags you definitely did not need, but packed anyway—he refuses to let you touch a single strap. So there he was, trudging up the concrete motel stairs, both hands full of at least four overstuffed bags. You cleared your throat, stopping dead in your tracks, and held your hand right out. "Hello? Why aren't you holding my hand?" He stopped, just staring back at you. Surely you had to be joking. But when he saw the completely serious, expectant look on your face, a heavy sigh huffed in his chest as he awkwardly shimmied and hitched the pile of luggage onto one strained shoulder, freeing up his other hand just enough to gently—and begrudgingly—take yours.

[mickey-bees]

maybe you had enough hate.

[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]

[escapism432]

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