#fuckyouvaas

[islarey]

"SUCK MY DIIIIIIIIIIIICK!" - <3 - fuckyouvaas

"Wai' wai' wai-- hold on--"

"You have a dick?"

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[irritableteadrinker]

   @fuckyouvaas asked : “Frisky.”

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   Maybe agreeing to drink with the younger had not been his wisest move. Then again, wisdom had long since left this island in a hurry.

   He could already feel hands smoothing their way up the front of his shirt. Grant’s fingers would feel every scar that littered his skin. Drunken movements that caused a tipsy frown to pull at Simon’s features. “Only a few bottles in.. and you’re already making a grab for the goods..” The Brit mumbled, eyeing Grant up.

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16 - fuckyouvaas

16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate

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   “When you said you needed me for something.... this wasn’t what I had in mind.” Though it really shouldn’t shock him at this point. Taking a sip from his beer bottle, he cast a glance down, briefly watching the other before looking back towards Grant’s face. “Having someone watch you pump your weapon do it for you, huh?”

   Simon seemed quite at ease. Then again, this was rather similar to how he first met the other man. And having spent so much time on this lousy Island; watching Grant jacking off was probably the tamest thing he had personally experienced recently. 

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   “Apparently I do, mate. See you’re helping yourself to my beers.” Buck pointed out with a slight nod of his head. A bit rude to just help himself, but then again, Buck had kind of planned to do some rather unsavoury things to Grant’s younger brother.

   Fair trade, to let Grant have some beers for saving him...

   With a chuckle, he reached over to smack the back of his hand against Grant’s knee. “Oooh your brother, mate. Feisty one, ey? Bastard didn’t appreciate my offer, and ran off with my goods. Should teach him some manners.” Fingers trailed over his chest. “Damn.... probably ruined my tattoo now.”

[victoriousfeeling]

"You know, you light one bitch in fire and everyone freaks out." - fuckyouvaas, after lighting one bitch on fire

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Jason stared down at the scorched body with a grimace, his stomach turning at the sickly sweet smell it emanated. "Wow," he commented lamely, turning the body over with a nudge of his foot to avoid having to stare at the horrifying burnt remains of what was once a face.

"Look, I like setting things of fire as much as you do but that might have been a little... too much." Surely the anguished screams the man had let out as Grant burned him alive weren't going to leave him very soon.

"You sure you're okay?"

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"What blind diving tree monkey taught you to use a gun? You're shit at it. Do you ever clean your shit, or do you just pray to FUCK the bang bang murder part still works when you want it to?" - fuckyouvaas

“I did not hear you complaining when I shot you in the fucking face amigo.”

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Charley stared.

Had it worked?

Or was Grant fucking with him?

He tips his head to one side, eyes narrowing as he studies that blank face. Waiting for the man to crack up and grin or blink or something. But nothing happened. Charley waves his hand, slowly, in front of Grant’s face. Still nothing. No change. No smirk. He sits back, taking a moment longer to process this before glancing at the dusty tomb he had found the whole process in. It had seemed like bullshit, sounded like bullshit - and yet it seemed to have worked, didn’t it? Clear, concise commands the book instructed. Confusion could have unintended consequences to the...volunteer.

Charley’s voice is calm and collected, “Grant, can you hear me?”

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It was kind of cute, really. Grant gave a gentle smile and held his hand out, “Gimme. Lucky for you I’m good at this stuff and will happily teach you. Guns aren’t that hard once you get some practice.” Thanks again, military service and American gun loving culture.

Mairwen huffed, and handed him the gun, her grin fading back to an annoyed frown. ❝Could count on one hand the number of times I used a gun before here. Any other time I needed a weapon, a knife did the job better.❞ Although it hardly mattered now, she didn’t talk about killing before she’d arrived there.  ❝Wish the same applied here. So let’s see what ya got.❞