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soaqrudyz · 10 months

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i am of the firm belief that neither ghost or gaz cared very much for soap when he first joined the 141

gaz had never met him before, all he knew was the guy was just a little bit of a prick. he was incredibly talented, gaz would give him that, and he’d never been outwardly rude to anyone that gaz had heard of, but oftentimes his confidence bled into something just short of arrogance, soap always seemed to be the one ranting and raving about his achievements when everyone else spoke of their mistakes. in layman’s terms: he was full of himself in a way that would surely get him killed.

ghost; however, had met him before. they’d worked together some three times before price recruited soap. ghost knew of his skill, knew that sunny disposition got quieter at night when soap thought he was alone, knew soap would thrive with them; but god, if ghost could shove his thumbs into those all-seeing, all-knowing crystal eyes he’d do so in a heartbeat. he hated the way they seemed to burn straight through the heavy material of his mask, how they could look into his own eyes and hold infinite knowledge of his broken psyche by the time they flick to some other uninteresting member of his former squadron. it was horror, to be understood so wholly.

but then gaz got hurt, four days of medically induced coma hurt, and when he jerked awake at, if the clock on the shitty hospital tv was to be believed, 2 in the morning there was soap. he looked disheveled: hair a tangled mess, dark circles only worsened by the shadows of the mostly unlit room, and covered in scattered butterfly sutures. his head was leaned on his bicep, slumped over the lowered tray connected to gaz’s bed.

under his head were the blood and tear stained pages of his open journal, a gorgeous portrait of gaz sketched onto the yellowed sheets with sleep deprived rantings in the margins on how soap could have saved him if he’d just been quicker. gaz slips it out from under him, only feeling a tiny bit like an ass for flipping through the leather bound soul of his comrade, but soap had stolen his favorite shirt so it stood to reason he should take something back. the entire 141 is scribbled on in the pages, buried between bomb schematics and scenic landscapes and soap’s scrawled insecurities. something shifts as he soaks in the words, months of feeling like an outsider and desperate tries to be as good as his teammates.

it’s different, gaz thinks as he flips back to his own face, being in the mind of john mactavish.

but then ghost is walking past price’s office and soap bursts out, pushing past him with flushed cheeks and hurried apologies, practically sprinting in the direction of his shared room. ghost, loathe to admit it, was worried, afraid that the first real human connection aside from garrick he’d had in years was going to ripped from him before he’d even started putting time into it. he didn’t want to lose something good, not again, so he follows him, rushes to catch him before he slams the door in ghost’s face.

soap’s shoving clothes into his duffle when ghost slips inside his room, noticeably holding back tears as he rambles to himself. for a minute ghost is stuck, unused to such blatantly shown emotion, but then he takes a step, sets a gentle hand on soap’s shoulder and asks what’s going on, heart thudding against his ribcage.

“my ma..” soap croakes, and heavy sobs break up whatever else he was going to say. he doesn’t have to, ghost knows, probably better than anyone else.he does the first thing that comes to mind: he drags soap into his chest, wraps his whole body around him like he can protect soap from the hurt. the sergeant doesn’t deserve to feel that hollowness in his chest. soap crashes into him like a wave to the shore, balling his hands into ghost’s hoodie and hiding his face in ghost’s collarbones. ghost had never been one for physical closeness, but there was something different about being in johnny’s arms.

there was an obvious difference in their demeanor toward him in the weeks to come, but neither really cared about how it happened, just that it did, and now they can seek each other’s warm, pink tinted gaze when soap makes a fool of himself.

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funnyexel · 1 year

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Imagine having Makeup Sex with Bruce Wayne

You’re married, he stupidly accuses you of cheating and after much resistance, you finally give in and fuck it out…

“I won’t forgive you easily.” You say sure of your resolve, how naïve of you.

——

“Its not coming off.” You whisper to him in the darkness, speaking about your bra.

“want me to rip it?” He breathes against you and you hum in compliance. The clasps a tearing to his inhumane grip, fabric ripping as well.

“here..” you mutter, “touch me here, please,” you beg him. Tears on the verge of falling from your frustration. Using his finger to lift your chin, he kisses you, his warm lips pressing against yours and increasing the ball of heat. Which blazes through your whole body, a ball of heat and want. Sneaking his hands to your hips, he helps you straddle his lap as his rough palms move over your soft and smooth thighs. The kiss was slow but your moments were hasty, needy, your hand messing up his naturally styled hair as your tongues intertwine in the most sinful dance ever. Trailing the kisses down your chin to your neck, you take a breath and bite back a moan.

“hurry up.” Your voice breaks with the demand, you wouldn’t be surprised if he clowned you the next morning for all the whimpering you’re doing. Before you give him anymore leeway to touch and tease your body more, you slide down his shorts. And he pulls your panties aside in response, ridiculing your hole and pushing two fingers inside.

“you’re…so wet.” He thickly swallows, holding your hips still as he pushes them in and out.

Taking his fingers out you for good he’s hard, using the wetness he collected on his fingers to lube himself up. It not only made his cock strain but it made him twitch in anticipation. Pushing yourself up, he lines himself up with your hole. Resting your hands on his shoulders and sliding down, you stretch out as you sit inch by delicious inch.

“m’slow, baby…slowly.” He lets out in a labored breath, the silhouette of his head leaning back on the headboard. He is always horny, he just controls himself majority of the time. And you, without fail coax him out of his composed nature, turning him into a man with instincts once he gets you alone.

“oh..fuck.” Your breath shudders, hips rocking against him. This is all he wants. You on top of him, moaning and cursing from the pleasure. It makes his night after he spent so many nights cumming in his hand, looking at your sleeping body and wishing it was your cunt. All his anger towards the world disappears when he’s inside you.

Your soft palms move to his hair, so you can pull him closer. Shoving his face in your breasts. Shrieks leaving your vocal cords every other moment when he would push himself into you, deeper than you could ever do without help. He hums, his eyes not leaving yours. Though you could barely stay focused on his eyes, he never stopped looking into yours. Sitting up on the bed as your knees sink in to better hold yourself up, his hand slithers up your back. Making you jerk forward, boxing him in against the headboard and your boobs. Your hands moving from his hair to the headboard.

He mumbles under you and even if you could hear him its just incoherent nonsense he spurs out when he’s pussy drunk. His mouth latching on your nipple and sucking, all the while he is thrusting into you at a shattering pace. You can’t help but roll your eyes, moaning with no restraint.

You try to laugh at how much he’s enjoying this but your face twists at the pulls and pinches happening in your cervix. Breathing his name lowly as you cry out for him.

“bruce, hm’..” Your nails scratch visible marks into the wooden board as you slam yourself down to his balls, squeezing tightly on his cock, relieving yourself. His grip on your hip tightened as he moans, your warmth, sounds and ability of your body overwhelming him. Flipping you feverishly, he huffs over you, a surprised high pitched hum leaving your lips. Hands digging into his shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, then snapping them harshly beginning a rogue pace. Moving one hand to the top of the headboard, you use it as a cushion for your head as you body gets pushed upward.

“hah…my- my head.” Words totally escape you. He grunts, gripping the backs of your thighs and moving you both lower on the bed.

“you’re…” he starts, “so fuckin’..” in between, “pretty..” every thrust. “oh my god-” The moonlight illuminates his shadowy figure nicely, you watch as he roughly grips at his roots. Grabbing one of your ankles, you jump at the suddenness of it but melt into it as he rests it on his shoulder. Doing the same to your other leg. Stopping his rhythm completely.

“what’s wrong..?” You squeak at the pull in your legs, a bit of shuffling going on.

“nothin’…hmph..oh.” He says abruptly starting again, purposely putting all of his body weight on you to mush you into a mating press. Now babble was leaving your lips, a mix of no’s and yes’s, stuttering and stumbling over simple words and most of all whining. So much whining, and sharp breaths.

“yes, m’little wife,” you deliriously smile at the name.

“sorry…sorry..sorry, please! fuck.” you shout mindlessly, your nails finding the nearest pillow to dig into.

“who’s my little wife,” he sighs, grinding into you.

“no..o-oh my..fuck!” you put one hand against his chest, your lungs burning from the strain and gummy walls aching around him.

“don’t make me ask again..” he mutters in your ear, enjoying you cracking under the intensity.

“please…” you beg him, “it’s me-” you recite, giving in, “fuck! it’s me,” you gasp.

“say it” he bathes in your hiss of pain when he bites lightly into your neck.

“i’m your little wife!” your leg shakes against his head and you couldn’t be more ignorant to the pain, “your wife,” you cried out, “just your wife!” to the top of your exhausted lungs.

“..’m gonna cum-“ he rasps, slamming into you, over and over. Whining and letting all the slutty noises leave his lips. Only focused on getting off. Opening your mouth to intake more air, your labored breathing fills the air along with your skin clapping together in applause and his cute whining. Your chest heating up at your bodies moving the bed back and forth. His intimate and broken moans being the start of the end to his barbaric speed. The strength of his strokes increasing.

“ah..oh..shit,” he recites in a chant, swallowing his access spit. His hips sputtering to a stop as a line of curses leave his lips. Hot fluid burning the insides of your body, shooting into you, moaning lowly at the feeling of his hot semen in your cunt. Heavy breathing mixing together in a song of sex. Looking down at your spent body, he takes in your fucked out look. He knows it hasn’t been long but by the looks of it, you won’t last another round. Lifting up off of you, he gives both your legs a rest as he places them down gently at either side of him. Keeping his hands on your thighs to feel the violent shake.

“y-you ass-h-hole.” you hate when you stutter but you honestly couldn’t help it.

Your hands go limp at your sides as you relax, hesitantly reaching down to feel his cum leaking out your plugged pussy and a wet spot on the bed. You’re too surprised and caught up in the fact that you squirted and didn’t notice that he dipped off the bed.

“you okay?” he asks, coming back, wiping your inner thighs and legs. Humming to him, you smile in content. Rolling you on your side, he spoons you.

“Isn’t the bed wet.” you croak and he shakes his head, telling you it was is shirt that’s wet. Lying in the pillows, your eyelids shut as a loud yawn escapes your lips. The exhaustion in your body not helping you ignore the immense butterflies swirling in your abdomen as he rocks you to sleep.

The burn of the morning sun shocks you out your slumber, rolling into open arms, you mush your head into his shoulder. Deep chuckles rumbling his chest as he ruffles the sheets, shielding you beneath his pile of flesh.

“mornin’..” he slurs, his head pounding from the night before.

“good morning.” you bathe in his raspy morning voice, eating up the way his eyes identify all your facial features from the curves and creases of your lips to each darling hair of your eyebrows as if they’ve changed overnight.

Tilting your head up, you force your eyes open, blinking a few times to clear the blur and find his lips. Once, twice, thrice and smiling into the last one.

“how’s your legs.” he smirks at your unamused face, already knowing the answer to his teasing statement.

“you must get off from getting a rise out of me.”

A/n : I literally can’t stop taking huge breaks and its so bad. I’m changing up my formatting for my works if you couldn’t tell. I also might be publishing a Brahms story but then again who knows…

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tornoleander · 5 months

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I know it’s been said, but Jay’s ‘bullied for growing up in a Junkyard’ Vibes are off the charts.

Parents saying how he hates talking about being born in a junkyard.

insecurity had to of come from somewhere.

In Skybound, Nadakhan overhears Jay mentions this insecurity and uses it against him several times.

(very good villain writing I would praise if they didn’t make him the creepiest creep to ever ninjago.)

#just saying if you add this in your Fic I love you #looking at you Mondo #and Finnnnn #mmmm Jay angst writers my beloved #ninjago #ninjago skybound #oli’s skybound insanity #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #ninjago angst #ninjago nadakhan #ninjago thoughts #skybound ninjago #skybound #ninjago season 6 #ninjago season 1 #ok back to my men whimpering rewatch #Oli shrieks

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rowarn · 15 days

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i can't be the only one who gets icked when i see pictures of cod mens actors instead of the character.....like sure price is modeled after barry but......i do nawt want barry i want price stop showing me the real life man 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#it's probably bc i don't like men irl #i only like men if they're Not Real #so seeing barry and ppl being like ''mmmm price'' THAT IS NOT MY PRICE!!!#THAT IS A REGULAR BRITISH MAN .#I DONT WANT *HIM*!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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harper-collins · 4 months

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Cold Winter's Night [Christmas Special]

Ship: Scarian (Scar x Grian) Type: Fluff No Real Warnings, it's just mostly fluff with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in there The way Hotguy / Cuteguy and the general world are displayed is inspired by this blog, please go check them out and read all the comics, it's amazing! Enjoy!

It’s cold, and Cuteguy was painfully aware of that. His wings had fluffed up and the few small patches of feathers across his body were doing their best to keep the warmth in, but there was no avail when he was going around, building to building, working. Hotguy was close on his tail, especially as they were supposed to be working together tonight, but he just wanted to get home in time for Scar.

Hotguy was blissfully unaware of Cuteguy’s plans, for he had plans of his own, they were both unaware however, that they were only leaving one another to meet each other later that evening. Not that either of them was aware of this simple fact at all. As Cuteguy landed on the roof of another building, his wings circling him to keep him warm, Hotguy followed soon after, using his skills to follow quickly after the avian.

“Woah, bit fast today aren’t we birdy?” Hotguy joked, making sure that he had good balance as he comfortably stood across from the other. In reality, this was a bit less of a joke, but the other had said it as a joke regardless. “I-It’s just- It’s Christmas Eve, and I have plans tonight,” Cuteguy grumbled back, taking a moment to warm up and catch his breath as he evaluated anything he needed to do for the rest of the evening.

“Ooooh, have a date do we? Or perhaps family?” Hotguy asked, teasing him about it easily. Cuteguy flushed a little but otherwise didn’t say anything, he just moved to look over the area and then at the time. “Ah- It’s almost 9 pm, ‘bout time to leave you alone,” he instead replied, giving a grin to the other. “Aha! Same for me, not too late for me tonight! But you do make it sound like you don’t like me birdy,” Hotguy singsonged, grinning to himself as he stared almost lovingly at the other.

Cuteguy blushed as his wings fluffed up even further at that statement, only proving the other’s statements true - to an extent of course. “It’s not like that! You… You’re not the worst person I’ve worked with, but I usually don’t like working with others! It’s just, difficult,” he vaguely explained himself. Despite not doing a good job of it, Hotguy understands what the other is trying to say anyway, but he tries to make it out as if he completely misunderstood.

“So you’re saying you like me?” He asked, getting a little closer. Cuteguy doesn’t notice it at first, so he only groans and covers his eyes with his hand. “Of course not like that you silly little!-” He cut himself off, trying to come up with a safe word that also explained his emotions, but he only came up short. “Silly little?” Hotguy prompted, grinning silly. He was having way too much fun with the other, and it was obvious.

“Ugh, you know what? Let’s just forget about it, I take it back, I said nothing, let’s move on!” Cuteguy said, his voice speaking with finality as he scrunched up his note in that cute way that Hotguy had recently come to enjoy. The other hummed a little as he took another little step forward, and this time, the other noticed. He realised that the gap between them was slowly decaying, but he tried to ignore it.

Sometimes Hotguy had been either a little pushy or a bit clingy at times when they were outside of battle, to the point he had to fly off of a building one time to get the other to let go of him. Cuteguy wasn’t one to admit he enjoyed a bit of clinginess from partners, but he didn’t like it from work partners, and Hotguy was indeed a work partner, and nothing more. No, the only crush or any semblance of a crush Cuteguy held was on Scar, his loveable friend. The goofy, enjoyable and charismatic guy he’d known from childhood.

Not Hotguy.

“Awwww, why won’t you tell me? Surely it’s something you would wanna say, maybe use to make me jealous or something,” Hotguy persisted, grinning helplessly to himself. He knew he wouldn’t get jealous, but if that idea gave Cuteguy the impression that he could flaunt his secrets, then it would just make him all the happier. Cuteguy didn’t take it like that, however.

Hotguy took another step forward. “I said that we ought to forget about it, so I elect we change the subject,” he snapped, but there was no bite to his words. The other made a soft chuckle as he slowly took another step forward. It was blindingly obvious to Cuteguy now how close the other was. There had been quite a bit of space, but now he could see the other’s breath in the cold, winter weather. He could almost feel it against his hair, but he didn’t say anything.

Not a word about the closeness, how uncomfortable it might be, or even the weirdness of being so close to the other. Not a word. Hotguy took this as a minor success and shuffled a little closer. Instead of ignoring it like he had been trying to do, Cuteguy instead stared at him for a long moment. First, his hair looked fluffy to the touch, the beautiful brown locks, he’d felt tempted to touch them for a while now, just like Scar’s, but there was no way in hell he ever would.

He then brought his eyes a little further down to the other’s eyes, those wonderful green eyes about him. Shifting slightly as they watched Cuteguy carefully, as if trying to look into his soul, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Trying to avoid further eye contact, he flicked down to his lips, those plush, stunning lips. It almost made him want to close the gap that Hotguy had closed mostly himself. Luckily, or unluckily, even if Cuteguy wasn’t too sure whether he wanted to close it or not, Hotguy did it for him.

One moment his eyes were open, watching as his work partner kissed him on the lips, and then the next moment he was lost in the feeling, closing his eyes and pushing on those wonderful lips of his. The feeling was immense, vibrant, immaculate. He could feel the other’s hands gripping his own hair, and he was suddenly struggling to find something for his hands to grip as well.

And then, all too soon, Cuteguy inwardly thought, it was over. The two separated, panting for breath as they both took time to digest what had just happened. Cuteguy— No, Grian’s head was a whirlwind, and his fight or flight was beginning to set in. Kissing Hotguy? Someone he didn’t even know? He took a step back, staring at the other for a moment as he stared longingly back.

“Birdy, wait—” He shouted, just as Grian began to turn. He didn’t even try waiting for the other to explain himself either, he jumped off of the building and began to fly, fly away from the situation. What had he just done? He wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, not even Scar, but it felt as though he’d just cheated on him regardless. He covered his mouth, his cheeks reddening as he mindlessly brought himself back to his own house.

“I just— I just need to calm down,” he mumbled to himself, slowing down a little as he finally started to look around at his surroundings. He wasn’t far away from his house and if he checked his watch… Oh yes, most definitely late for Scar. Grian knew that they were both fashionably late people, but he just hoped that Scar would be considerably later than he usually would, just so he could calm himself down from what had just happened.

Hotguy, on the other side of the coin, had a lump in his throat. He hadn’t moved an inch since he’d stepped back from that wonderful kiss with his little birdy. Well, he wasn’t his per se, but he wished for it more than he’d like to admit. He only began to move when the cold weather began to get quite biting and he had to. He jumped off of the building and quickly ran to his house in the snow. After all, he had to get dressed out of his outfit now that he should have been most definitely out of work.

Once he did arrive back at his own place and began to take his outfit off, Scar realised the time, and suddenly everything was a rush. He was late! Late for the evening with Grian! His good friend had offered for them to stay together on Christmas Eve due to not really having anyone else. He had wanted to ask the same thing of Cuteguy, but Grian had gotten to him first. Not that he minded, he wasn’t ever going to cancel on Grian for a crush, it was just a little… Disappointing at times.

When he finally sorted himself out and half-wrapped his present for the other, he managed to get there quickly. He was around 45 minutes late… But he’d been later, and he was sure that Grian had been expecting some lateness to an extent. After all, the other was usually late to his own events. Scar fervently knocked on the door, happily awaiting for his dear friend to open it.

It took a moment or two, but Grain eventually got to the door. He was still flushed from earlier, but the ever-oblivious Scar didn’t notice a thing about the slightly odd appearance the other gave. How his jumper wasn’t fully pulled down, and that his hair was a mess. It was as though he’d only just gotten dressed. But the other just smiled at Grian and offered a hug.

“Grian! Merry Christmas, I hope you’re keeping warm,” he said, his energy still radiating from earlier. He nodded a little, his gaze averted from Scar’s eyes. The other paid no attention though, and walked through the doorway and into the living room. “Well uh– Guessing you got held back by something?” Grian asked, closing the door behind Scar and turning around to see the other already sitting down.

“Something like that, hey Gri, did you know that your house is covered by snow? Isn’t that amazing?” He asked, his childish wonder bristling with light. Grian could only chuckle in response as he sat himself down. “I’m sure it is Scar, just to note, I didn’t have enough time to cook anything, so things that I was going to cook, are now in the oven… Everything else is here,” He motioned to the coffee table. It had a wide range of goodies.

From savoury snacks to chocolate goodies, there was a little bit of everything on Grian’s table. Scar gasped at all of them and took a few things without even thinking about it. He hadn’t really had time to eat at home, nor before his shift at Hotguy, so he was starving now he was staring at a large amount of food. Grian merely chuckled as he watched his friend dive into the food.

“One moment Scar,” he suddenly said, moving away from his friend and into the kitchen. The other paid him no mind, however, and continued to eat at a quick pace. The male hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring things out of the oven. It also gave Grian a moment to recollect himself. He was sure that Scar hadn’t seen anything out of place with him, which was more of a relief than it should have been.

Sighing a little, he fixed his jumper, sorted out his unkempt hair a little, and fixed his glasses. Once he had been sorted out and looked a little more presentable, he put the food into nice little trays and brought them into the living room, where Scar had mostly resigned himself to staring at the food instead of eating it. The other hummed a little as he wearily watched his cru— friend.

When he finally sat down, Scar turned to him with a smile, watching his friend carefully. Now that the male had calmed down, he took a full account of how his friend looked. He looked a lot better than earlier, but his face was still quite flushed. Scar finally decided to take interest in this and to show he took interest, he leaned a little further towards Grian, not really taking into account that people had personal space.

“So, what’s gotten you all flushed tonight? Had some alcohol whilst waiting for me?” Scar asked, his smile turning lopsided as he watched the other with contentment. Grian avoided eye contact as he shook his head a little. “No, I haven’t had any alcohol,” he replied, keeping his explanation short. Scar hummed a little and watched the other carefully, thinking of other things that might make his good friend blush.

“Has someone embarrassed you?” He asked earnestly, moving back a little. Grian appreciated the newfound personal space, even if it was small in comparison to what he felt as though he needed. “...Look, it doesn’t matter, let’s just focus on the evening,” Grian muttered, avoiding eye contact again. Scar whistled, knowing he’d found the source. He mildly thought about talking about it with the other, trying to tease him more… But with the way Grian was trying to avoid the conversation… It was probably a bad idea.

And that was how the first half of their evening went. They did their little Christmas unwrapping (and Grian jokingly commented on the bad wrapping courtesy of Scar) and settled down to watch a movie, a Christmassy one, despite neither of them really enjoying Christmas movies at all. One thing they’d unusually found enjoyment in was watching those TV shows that showcased houses or the construction of a house.

But, that was not on their list tonight, as there were only a few hours left until it was Christmas day. The two stayed on two separate parts of the couch, neither touching, and neither really making much conversation throughout the movie itself. There were a few questions, mainly about the movie, but other than that, there was mostly silence between them.

It gave Scar time to settle himself after the hectic day of being Hotguy, and it gave Grian some time to calm down and let the heat in his cheeks die down from the kiss from earlier. Even if that was what his thoughts kept rolling back to during the movie. By the time the movie itself had ended, Grian was perfectly settled physically, even if his mental state was like a room so messy you couldn’t see the floor.

“So, what do you want to put on next?” Grian asked casually, moving through the Christmas options. None of them really spoke out to him, so he was hoping Scar had something he wanted to watch out of their selection. After all, that was what the late-night meeting was for. The other hummed for a long moment and nonverbally asked for the remote for the TV. Grian gave it up and let the other cycle through them quietly, thinking to himself.

After around 5 minutes, it seemed as though Scar had settled on the ‘Nightmare before Christmas’, the perfect Halloween-Christmas movie, and something Grian had watched with others several times before. There was no argument against the movie, and as a result, they put it on quickly, letting it fill the silence within the room.

Yet, instead of keeping the conversation at a minimum again, Scar turned to the other momentarily before sighing and turning back to the movie. “So uh, d’you wanna talk about what was bothering you earlier?” He murmured, keeping his voice low. Grian silently cursed under his breath, feeling his cheeks redden a little again. Right after he’d gotten his little problem sorted too.

“It was—” Grian stopped himself from trying to escape the conversation again, thinking to himself about the way he could explain it without outwardly saying he had kissed Hotguy without pushing. When he eventually settled on a subtle explanation, he cleared his throat, letting the movie go on in the background.

“I just– I got kissed earlier… I don’t even know if I like them either,” he mumbled, letting Scar barely hear him, but it still got picked up on. Scar gasped a little, getting excited for the other. “Oh oh! Was it under the mistletoe? Is that why they kissed you?” He asked, his voice easily overpowering the movie with him being so excited for his friend.

“No, it was… Heat of the moment type thing,” he replied, blushing even further and keeping his eyes darted away from Scar. In reality, the way his friend was reacting made him feel bad, more because he liked his friend than anything, but the enthusiasm just confirmed his worst fears. Scar seemingly held nothing but friendly appreciation for him, and he could feel his heart slowly being eaten and shredded into little pieces.

“So… Do you like them? Who was it?” Scar asked, his eyes twinkling a little as he watched on, completely focused on his friend and friend alone. “I… Like someone else, but I don’t think they like me back,” Grian admitted, avoiding the ‘who was it’ question nicely. Despite his avoidance, however, Scar noticed and prompted the other once more.

“Uhhm… It’s not important,” he murmured, continuing to avoid eye contact. Scar only whined in response this time, however. “But– Grian! I’d tell you if I was bamboozled by someone kissin’ me, please!” He went on, trying to encourage the other to ‘fess’ up. This went on for quite some time, even to the point where they were halfway through the movie and Grian still hadn’t told him who he’d kissed. But at this point, the dirty blonde was finally having enough of the constant questioning.

“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you,” He angrily mumbled. The other wasn’t really angry, he was just a little tired of the questioning by Scar at this point. The other waited quietly, watching on in hope and excitement. “It was Hotguy,” he mumbled, ever so quiet. Scar blinked once, twice, thrice. Hotguy?

Hotguy?

“Waitwaitwait, let me just confirm,” Scar said, his face now reddening. He sat up properly on the couch, turning to face Grian head-on. “Hotguy?” He asked, looking a little embarrassed himself now. Grian, a little curious but also very confused, nodded as the other digested this information. It was silent between them for one, two, three minutes. The only sound left was the bated breath of Grian and the whizzing of the movie next to them.

“Gri… Birdy…” Scar began, and instantly Grian shivered, knowing exactly where that term came from. “I am Hotguy,” he confessed, his cheeks burning as he stared at his work companion. At hearing the admittance, Grian felt as though cold water had drenched from all over again. Realising what it meant for work, personally and the recent events.

Scar, still a little flustered, but staring at Grian with a new sense of longing, took control of the conversation. “Well, I didn’t know who was gonna be behind that mask, but I didn’t realise that the name was so true,” he whispered, getting a little closer. Suffice it to say, the other’s face was the equivalent of a bright red Christmas light on a tree, or Rudolf’s nose on a dark, cold night.

“Oh my god Scar… We— We—,” he tried to say, stumbling through his words as he desperately tried to understand everything. The other looked quite red himself but he could only laugh at how the other was reacting. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked, whispering a little as he shuffled a little closer to the smaller. Grian took a deep breath to calm himself down a little as he tried to gain composture.

“I… I did enjoy it… I just felt so bad because I didn’t know it was… Well, you,” he shyly explained. Scar raised his eyebrows at that, grinning a little as he watched the other finally catch his eyes. “I didn’t know that you liked me in that way! I suppose that it does make sense when I really think about it though,” he murmured, glancing away from the other momentarily as he indeed, did think about it.

Grian only shook his head which only caused Scar to look back at him with a smile on his face. “Well, I do think that this is one of the best Christmas present we could get! I mean, to find out you’re Cuteguy? Awww, you should’ve said sooner!” He exclaimed, giggling to the other. Grian glanced briefly at the TV before giving the other a small smile himself.

“Yeah, I guess it is a good gift,” He said, glancing up at the other. Scar chuckled and got a little closer.

“Do you know what would be an even better gift?” He asked, his voice low and enchanting.

“What is it, Hotguy?” Grian quietly asked, watching the other carefully.

“Getting to kiss you again,”

“Are you sure?” Grian asked, frowning a little. Scar only scoffed at the reply though.

“Of course I’m sure,” he replied, getting closer to the other. All of a sudden, Grian felt heated again, the familiar feeling washing over him once again. Scar laughed a little as he brought the other’s chin closer to his and began to initiate the kiss. Even though this had only been the second time they had both experienced one another, the slip of familiarity from last time fell on them, as Scar tried to go further from a standard kiss.

Almost immediately, Grian tried to situate himself properly, with one hand grabbing the back of the other’s hair, and his other hand clutching a leg, keeping him in place. Scar kept the other close, kissing him with all the love and adoration he held for the other, and they were both drowning in their own feelings as a result. They lost track of the time, simply enjoying tasting one another as they kept going and going until they couldn’t anymore.

By the time they had to separate to breathe, they were in a completely different position than when they began. Scar was almost on top of Grian, panting as he stared down at his newfound lover, whilst Grian still appeared to be entirely disorientated from the events. Scar smiled at the other, enjoying the view as he sat the other back up, making sure he was comfortable as he blinked and came back to Earth.

“That was…”

“Wonderful?” Scar asked, a grin showing clearly on his features.

“Yeah…” Grian mumbled back, moving a little closer to Scar subconsciously.

With the film close to finishing and the clock just turned midnight, the two quietly enjoyed their quiet night together, cuddling on the couch as they finally settled for the evening. They could talk tomorrow, it wasn’t their issue now. What was important now was to keep one another close and sleep. And that is exactly what they did.

#writing #ao3 #grian #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #desert duo #scar x grian #kissing men #I mean they kiss twice so like #mmmm #grian is a nervous soul #and i feel like i portrayed him incorrectly #but Scar is a lovingly cocky idiot #so enjoy that ig?

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xx-ma11ory-xx · 7 days

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fyolai is real fyolai is real fyolai is real

#bsd #fyolai #bsd nikolai #bsd fyodor #fyolai is real #mmmm men #bungou gay dogs #gay #gay gay homosexual gay #art #trad art #bsd art

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waterdivinity · 7 months

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Pretty Men in Dresses Movement!!!!!’i cannot stop drawimg clay in a dressi have like 40 doots of him im crying. also asks r open again so say whatever u want idc

#moral orel #clay puppington #bloberta puppington #art #god dammit can someone tell me if it’s Bloberta puppington or bloberta hymentact i don’t know which one u bitches use #bloberta hymentact #erm #waterdivinity #men in dresses #mmmm...#men in dresses….

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hungryhungry-himbo · 2 years

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Fall time gains are the best <3

Thinking of a man stuffing himself with apple and pumpkin pies, fall pastries, pumpkin bread, fritters and cinnamon buns; then top it all off with a full mug of cider or cocoa until their belly is filling the outline of their once oversized sweater or flannel, sloshing with every movement. They’d get bigger and bigger as the fall continues, being well on their way to piling on more than a few pounds come Christmas time.

#weight gain text #wg text #mmmm big cozy men in the fall time are the best #fat boy fall

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metalheads-trash-bin · 2 months

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Fucker from my dream, his name is Shiloh

He confuses me

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pm1073-b · 2 months

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Decided to redesign my G-man OC, J-Man heheheheheeee

They are my pride and joy hehgehghehehehhee

#psychonauts #art #fanart #milkman conspiracy #oc #psychonauts g men #he loves his religion mmmm

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iridescent-glitch · 3 months

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Det här greppet med expertkommentatorer. Inte min grej alls faktiskt

#de såg hur esc gör #o kände #mmmm bra grej #men nä #fel grej #grejen funkar när man behöver vägledning över ett helt långt program på sitt eget språk #mello #melfest #melfest 2024 #mello 2024 #melodifestivalen

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mismess · 7 months

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Pops into your house casually-

Do you have any specific thoughts or concepts to your personal interpretation of William afton. Your design for him is very unique and I would love to hear more from your vers of him!

HELLO !! Thank you first off <3 and ough I don't know how to describe him or my thoughts. Nothing in here is specific. I'm just gonna shout into the void.

He is a strange one that Will. Regarding lore for my William it follows what used to be kinda considered canon? I think? He was behind the murders, got springlocked, and since I never got around to incorporating security breach into my lore it left off with Williams spirit coming back as Glitchtrap.

PERSONALITY oh boy. William can be described as contradictory. Somehow he is this giant entity that haunts the entire narrative, yet he is also Just Some Guy. He often acts like a very serious guy, but definitely has a sense of humor. He wears bowling shoes and two toned pants as his regular outfit. He genuinely thinks he means it when he says he cares for the people he considers friends or family but continuously uses and hurts them, both intentionally and unintentionally. He sees nothing wrong with this if it benefits him. He goes through life like anyone else but also he murdered a few kids so he could harvest their soul juice to make himself immortal. He also goes bowling on weekends.

None of his kids deaths were planned, and he grieved for them, but could certainly have been prevented if he wasn't so negligent.

He does not care how his actions affect the world and others lives around him.

As for specifically Fazbear Frights AU William, he is even less grounded and silly and literally just makes shit and than when asked Why he made the Child Murder Item Of The Day he genuinely does not have an answer. Why DID he make the child murder item? Hell if he knows. Produce that shit.

Also I genuinely just drew A Guy for his design and tweaked him as time went on. I think it's really funny how he went from this twig to his current day design lol

His Squareness has harsher edges to display his harsher personality while also contrasting to Scotty's friendly roundness(head wise anyway). his silly boxy smile is reminiscent of his sprites in game :]

#mmmm coherence is not my forte :] we post random bullshit like men #talk #william afton

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brutal-nemesis · 7 months

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Goretober III: Hematemesis (Written By Nemesis)

This one funny to me haha Castys so miserable he super loves the @coyotehusk goretober

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Ingredients: chocolate, emeto (blood!), poison, gore, noncon touching that is a little bit more intimate than normal but still unsexy

Today’s restraint of choice was a metal collar around his neck that was chained to the floor, and Castys wasn’t really a fan. Sure, it gave him more freedom of movement than the table or dangling on a hook, but it didn’t really matter when Kuro could pin all of his limbs down and still have her hands free, which was super unfair. And the chain attached to his collar was long enough to allow him to sit up, but he couldn’t stand at all, which he supposed was better than being forced to stand and not able to sit, but still.

Right now, though, Kuro was sitting across from him, holding out what appeared to be a piece of chocolate. “Here, Castys. You deserve a little treat for being a good boy so far.”

“You know I’m, like, way older than you, right?”

“You’d be surprised,” she laughed. And hey, maybe she was pretty old, too, considering that he didn’t even know what exactly she even was.

He kind of wanted to refuse the chocolate on principle, but he was also not one to turn down a little treat, especially if it was candy. Warily, he took it, watching Kuro as he put it in his mouth, but she just watched him right back, unreadable as ever. The chocolate was good, and it’d been a long time since he’d had something sweet, or any food at all, really, so he tried to savor it, but the longer he kept it in his mouth, the more he started to taste something…odd.

He was a fucking idiot this wasn’t just chocolate of course it was laced with something-But as soon as he tried to spit it out, Kuro pounced on him, pinning his wrists next to his head, her hand covering his mouth. “Swallow, Castys. You deserve it, remember?” Castys tried to squirm free and spit what was left of the chocolate in her face, but Kuro didn’t budge, so he was forced to chew the rest of the chocolate and swallow, since it would just melt in his mouth if he kept it there. “There you go,” Kuro said, stroking his face and causing him to flinch, which of course just made her laugh. It was always so funny to everyone how much Castys hated being touched!

Finally, she got off of him, allowing Castys to sit up and scoot as far away from her as his short chain would allow. “What the fuck was in that?”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Castys sighed in annoyance and crossed his arms, waiting for whatever stupid drug or poison she’d fed him to take effect. He felt fine at the moment, maybe a little chest pain, but…okay, it was starting to get worse. As time went on, the pain only got sharper, and he started to get nauseous, which wasn’t really unexpected but still not fun.

Soon enough he really, really had to puke, but Kuro was still sitting there, just staring at him, and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. However, his stomach didn’t give a shit about Kuro, forcing him to lurch forward on his hands and knees and vomit. It sounded more…solid than he was expecting, like there were little bits of something in it, but it was hard to tell by looking at the dark puddle between his hands.

Having a Suspicion, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and…yep, that was blood. “What’d you do to me?” he groaned, feeling even worse now that he’d thrown up, like the worst heartburn ever combined with an awful stomachache.

“It’s a special poison that sort of…destroys your stomach lining,” Kuro said lightly. “So your stomach acid is digesting you from the inside right now. I want to see if it’ll get fixed when you die.”

“It won’t.” Castys gave up and laid down on the cold stone floor, already feeling nauseous again. Well, this sucked ass. The acid was gonna eat through him no matter how many times he died until it…ran out? Did acid run out? Probably. Didn’t matter right now, he was gonna puke again, and he was barely able to get upright before even more blood spewed out of his mouth, splattering all over his arms and hands.

Kuro laughed and picked up a little red chunk of something. “Ooh, I think this is part of your stomach. Looks like little pieces of you are coming up now instead of just blood clots.” Castys didn’t have the energy to reply, just lying curled up on his side as he coughed blood out of his nose and mouth, waiting for the next delivery of corroded bits from inside himself as the world spun out of focus.

He could hardly tell when he’d died or come back to life, the pain never really went away despite him having a stomach lining again since the rogue acid was no longer in his stomach. At some point Kuro tackled him so she could wrench his shirt up and look at the fun shade of purple his stomach area had turned, poking at it with interest. He’d stopped puking now and was just stuck lying there and groaning as his insides turned into soup.

It would stop eventually.

Right?

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words @misspelledwitch @suspicious-whumping-egg @pumpkin-spice-whump @painsandconfusion @i-can-even-burn-salad @befuddled-calico-whump @whumpinggrounds @whump-queen @whumpedydump

#i wrote something #castys #kuro #goretober 2023 #immortal whumpee #gore #emeto #poisoning #noncon touching #bro takes a little treat an-NOT TODAY SUFFER BITCH #kuro is functionally a spider good for her #love that she can pin him down and still have her hands free it's so real #pinning down men is just great the other day my bf was like ''i feel like when we lay down you pin me down 30% of the time'' good.#castys is wearing a collar because when i see him im like PUT THAT BOY ON A LEASH #also i wanted him to be able to be ~on all fours~ as is the theme for this and that was the best restraint for a semi-free roaming Castys #and no im just not going to leave him unrestrained what are you an idiot. he does not deserve free movement #also it's very sexy when he's tied up that's just objectively true #but yeah i just wanted to do gory poison and what's more gory than uh guy digests his own self mmmm #see you next time for kuro's art corner #so SO glad i wrote this whole thing ahead of time i was at my friend's bachelor party for the past two days and im TIRED

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