ragebaited myself and deleted my acc last time (I'm looking at you ppl that don't tag their posts) + you will see reposts and rewritten things bc I can't be bothered.
gotta be mysterious so all you need 2 know is that I'm a writer and Brian may possibly be my biggest source of inspiration Λβ β’Λ Λβ β’Λ + info
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the way I was screaming and hollering and crying when this happened even though the whole end of season one was spoiled for me LIKE WHY WOULD YOU KILL HIM OMFG DEXTER MORGAN MY BIGGEST OPP
what if in his desperation to keep Brian away from Dexter, Harry orchestrated his whole stay at the asylum.
Because it's so blantly oblivious that a little boy isn't a sociopath and that aspd is a misdiagnosis that there's just two reasons for that diagnosis.
Either the doctors there aren't doctors, or someone payed them to misdiagnose Brian. And I don't think Harry was below paying doctors, or maybe threatening them as he was a cop. All to label Brian as unstable, insane, broken just to keep him away from Dexter.
Man fuck Harry all my homies hate Harry wtf the white man always has to ruin shit
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Brian Moser x gn reader who matches his freak. sug.
How it saddens me that sinking my teeth inside your flesh and ripping your throat out would kill you; How much more passionate intimacy would be if we could maul each other and come back from it. A thought, although subconscious, of Brianβs, was equally felt by him as it was felt by you.
Each gentle caress of your hand along the expanse of tan skin along his body hid barely contained violence. Love so strong your brain couldnβt comprehend it, going back to its most visceral reaction, violence. Violence in the way you kissed him, violence in the way your hips met his, violence in the way you dug your nails through many layers of atoms that made up his skin, until with human fragility, his skin gave the rawest component of his being to you. Blood.
Not that you meant to hurt him and not that he minded it, because he understood what your nails were digging in through for. Knew, because with each trembling, brutal slam of his body into yours, he searched to be closer to your very essence. The deeper he pushed inside, the more he felt as if he could get closer to your soul. Your heart.
The heart, the physical, substantial organ that contains a personβs soul. The very thing the both of you searched for with hopeless, frantic and reckless twists of your bodies. Your heart, he wanted, to rip you open, break the ribs and rip the lungs that hid you from him and take what was rightfully his; then lay beneath your own hands and let you take his own.
A sacrifice youβd both make for the other, because entangled in passion and pleasure, both of you understood that pain was only an extension of ecstasy. That the more your tendons felt like they might break when your legs were pushed apart under roughened hands and that the more the base of his spine felt like it might be crushed by the heels of your feet, the more sweet the height of shared death would be.
Death that made your eyes roll back until you could see your brain melting under the release of pleasure he gave your body. Death that made more of his blood flow down the alley between his shoulder blades and dirty both of your bodies. Death that ripped screams from the paper thin flesh that formed your vocal cords and in the midst of exhaustion trying to pull lovers apart, made you kiss the other with even more fervor.
Even if physically, without losing the other, you couldnβt truly reach within the other, the aftermath of shared ecstatic decease brought you closer. Made your bloodied hands tremble as they cupped his face, made your lips press feverish kisses to his face and made you ingest the metallic taste of his life; Made him let out a shaky sound, pleasured, pained, amused? He wasnβt sure, but your apologies fell onto deaf ears, he wasnβt sorry, why were you?
So as simply as breathing, he kissed you, silencing morality from trying to take his lover away from him, take away the truth in how much you loved him; the truth in how your bodies reacted to the others, the truth in the animalistic need of closeness that brought you together.
His wounds would heal, his skin would gladly scar, but the pure sensation that you brought to him, he couldnβt miss. Even if for a moment while you innocently begged for forgiveness that didnβt truly exist, for you could never truly wrong him; he couldnβt let something as futile as words diminish the pure act of love you committed against him.
So in complete disregard to the concept of pain as a horrid, repulsive thing, his body, defiled by passion, asked for more of yours. More of what only you could give to him, as trembling with pleasure, he began to move into you once again. Searching for more of what heβd only accept from your two gentle hands. Carnage.
dj khaled another one. hope you enjoyed reading my descent into madness xoxoxo
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think it's so incredibly endearing to think about brian stalking whoever he's interested in, and justifying it in his mind as him just learning about them. leaving little hints the same way he did with dexter, just less bloody out of fear of not losing them.
you're constantly running into him and brushing it off as coincidence, maybe even fate, not knowing he's always behind you somewhere. trailing behind your steps like a stray, keeping a safe enough distance so that he can ogle you freely, and when you see him he just waves and gives you a warm smile. and it comes so naturally, surprising even to him, his smile way too warm for how oddly cold and empty his eyes usually are when no one's watching.
and so anytime every two days you run into him, you end up talking to him in the middle of whatever it is you're doing; in the middle of the grocery store, on the way home, out with your friends, while taking the thrash out? yeah, he's a little odd...
we all love his moles but I need y'all to look at the one on his neck, literally ON his adams apple. I'm so mad I can't even explain it. Nothing I have to say is appropriate by ANY means. i'll just stfu
still beyond devastation thinking about brian self harming. like imagine younger him not knowing how to handle all the emotions that were plaguing his mind. and instead of helping him in the mental institution, they just misdiagnose him and he just kind of grows similarly to dexter. thinking he's flawed and a monster, these thoughts only amplified by the fact that between the two brothers, dex was the only picked. the only thing that he can do to calm down the self deprecation being the physical pain that hurts more in the moment.
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brian would sleep with his arm around your neck. heavy bicep thrown around your neck, the skin of his arm so hot, both the weight and the sensation suffocating; steady and unmoving, holding you impossibly tight, because what if you leave?
he trusts you, yeah, but he can't bear even the thought of you leaving him after so long, after how much you've learned about him; this thought so deeply lodged into his brain he subconsciously started sleeping with his arm anchoring you down. almost in a headlock. dense, hefty muscle pressed against your throat, your form perfectly fitted against his.
but it's only uncomfortable if you fight it. not when you nuzzle into his secure embrace and reciprocate by throwing a leg over his torso. when both of you tug at each other; greedily pressing your bodies against the other's like you want to grind your bones together until you have the same marrow. then, only then, when you hold him with the same fear and desperation that tortures him; only then does he begin to forget what wasn't letting him fall asleep.
he's so insane I love him sm y'all don't understand i could match his freak oml
ik for sure brian is the type of guy to threaten suicide if you try to leave him. and if you don't believe him, he starts cutting, by the time you come back to him you have to bandage his wrists.
and truly, this is half his want to keep you by his side, by all means possible, and half him just being beyond insanity, manipulation always intertwining with love in his ill mind. because he knows you don't believe him when he says he'd rather die than be without you, so he has to show you now doesn't he?