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You enter Gaz's room and saw him sitting on his bed. He was a little hunched over, sitting with his feet over the edge, but ass firmly planted. His elbows just above his knees, propping up a phone in his hands as he typed. You smirked softly, enjoying how content he seemed, then walked to sit behind him.
As you sat behind him, you leaned onto his back. Taking in everything your senses could give you. His faint deodorant and aftershave smell, which had an undertone of a scent that was uniquely his. His cozily warm body heat, which complimented the firm, yet comfortable feeling of his body against yours. The sound of his breathing and pulse as you leaned your head against his shoulder.
As you were taking in as much as you could, he paused and looked at you, his expression softening and brightening as his mind registered you. He sighed gently with love and leaned his head on yours, then said softly, "'Ello, love. A bit tired, yea?" You nod softly and tell him about the day you had. It was a rather stressful and tiring day, though you didn't need nor even want it as an excuse to cuddle with Gaz. You often enjoy cuddling him even if for no reason at all, and so did he.
I realized that I barely color in the lips of most characters. I'm wondering:
Should I keep coloring in Gaz's lips?
Yes
Yes, but make them lighter
Yes, but make them darker
Just a little bit
No
Idk/Idc
Technically this includes other characters I've yet to draw and/or have drawn. I know lipstick exists, but I just wanna make sure I'm not being too oblivious
I'm trying to expand my horizons and trying new drawing stuff. Not just with lighting and diversifying the characters I draw, but also adding backgrounds and leaving in "imperfections" (In this case, "imperfections" being the background)
In other words, trying to reach out of my comfort zone artistically
doot doot
đ¤ /j
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person
will get âdoot dootâ in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
how
what
???
I headcanon that it's either fancy coding magic or people adding to the joke by dropping doot doot in the asks (or not, idk)
I wanna make "x reader" as like a writing practice, but I hate using 2nd person pov. I hate using it because it feels like I'm being assumptive or something (even though I know it's not, it's just fiction and it's not like I'd be vagueposting)
I might just have to manipulate my brain into thinking it's "you(general)" instead of "you(personal)" >w<'
I can't seem to get the head and mask, right lmao
I drew Gaz with green lighting :D
I figured out why my previous drawing of Gaz didn't look like him. I forgot he had a chinstrap beard and the colors I gave him was off (Since I got bamboozled by color theory).
i exist and i love you
Guys where is the Griggs fanart⌠Do Griggs fans exist on Tumblr
This is what I mean by a doodlepage (well, actually doodlepages), but the Patreon versions'd be uncensored
Also, yes that is my leg in the background
If this gets flagged it might be due to the moobs, my leg, or the grey and white image
Best part of being an artist is that I can draw whatever I want! (Within TOS)
Btw Idk why, but my Gaz just isn't Gaz-ing even with a hat (I despise drawing hats). He doesn't look like Gaz, and idk what I did wrong :(
Okey, listen! Just imagine Sopaz in bed, getting on with their foreplay or whatever, and Gaz drops an interesting fact â about rocks or whatever. The normal reaction would be âwtfâ, but imagine Soap being blown away by his boyfriendâs brilliant mind and that deep voice that makes him want to listen to him more whilst they carry on with their foreplay. Am I the only one who can picture this??? đđ§ââď¸â¤ď¸âđĽ
Mm! Well thatâs a really cute idea. Honestly with how comfortable they are with each other I can see it happening. So I couldnât resist writing more :>
Iâd personally say this is still SFW or the Pg-13 as most of my writing is. But always read the warnings
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Word count: 1619
Status: Unfinished (I might do some polishing before I post it on Ao3)
ÂĄÂĄÂĄWarnings!!! : PG-13, kisses, pillow talk, implied sex, mild swearing, suggestive, sickeningly in love, fluff, no smut, not explicit content, writing errors (wrote this at the beach)
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It had been a long week, alright? A long strenuous week. Gaz was a fed up with how Soap managed to look so precious. Throughout all of it. How the man could make loading C4 âpresentsâ onto a building, unhinged and incredibly sexy. Gaz didnât openly swoon. But thereâs clearly something deeply wrong with him. If that instance formed, the knot of unadulterated desire currently churning in his guts.
But he couldnât help it. Not fully. Not when his husband fell asleep on his shoulder in transport. Peacefully snoozing now that the team was safe. Snoring and drooling into Gazâs collar shirt. Their hands almost touching.
Oh how Gaz wanted to pounce on that morsel of a man. The feeling was itching beneath his skin something terrible.
He didnât, for Soapâs benefit. No he let the Scot shower in peace. Despite him ogling at the otherâs bare back. Biting his lip as Soap gave him a sleepy nod trudging towards their shared room.
It was too precious. Stupidly tender. Gaz silently scolds himself. Wait till leave. Just three days then leave. He could hold his hunger at bay until then.
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âKyâŚâ Soap nudges Gazâs hand as they walk under the shadow of the buildings.
âMm?â He tilts his head. Watching Soap interlink their pinkies. A subtle smile moving across his features.
âHope ye ken ye look stunning in ma clothes. Modeling and showin off ma name on yer backâ
Kyleâs eyes twitch. A soft warmth spreading through his cheeks. He tugs his hat downwards. Hiding his eyes from Soap. Oh John was making this stupid hard. He just had to wait till they got back to their apartment. He could wait a few minutes more.
They keep bantering for what feels like hours. Only making Kyleâs waining patience dribble away more and more. It was a miracle Kyle lasted so long to begin with. He felt starved. Ravenous even. Ready to rip something apart, or someone if he didnât stop acting so bloody attractive.
The door creaked open. Semi clean apartment meeting them. A small mess of blankets on the couch. Kyleâs geology collection, mismatched framed photos on the wall. Everything felt like home, since theyâve married.
To Kyleâs credit, he let Soap put the keys up and their jackets up, before he pounced.
Yanking a flabbergasted Soap by his belt loop. John sputtering in surprise. Yes Gaz was bold but not usually so physically. Soap was usually the one who was overly pushy.
âBed. now. Iâm giving you a massage.â Is all the warning John gets. Only having a seconds as the door shuts. Gaz standing and tossing his shirt aside. Soap quietly pulls his shirt off. Shoulder popping loudly. Dog tags clinking. Sheepish as Kyle stares at him like that. Sure itâs not unusual sight for the other sergeant. But it felt more exposing with how dilated his Garrickâs eyes were. How twitchy Kyle seemed. Like he couldâve just wait to get his hands onto MacTavish skin.
He quietly folds his jacket and shirt. Swallowing as his lips press together. Watching Kyle collect the CeraVe tube from the ancient mini fridge. Kicking it shut.
âTavâ Kyle coos. Warm eyes flitting toward the bed before they bear into Soapâs shirtless body again. John swallows down his nerves. Kicking off his boots with zero pizzazz. Trudging over towards the bed. Plopping down onto his belly. Hiding his face into his arms. Hoping the flush on his skin wasnât too noticeable.
âMmâŚâ Kyle hums. Kissing behind Johnâs ear. âCat got your tongue?â The Brit teases. Rubbing some cold lotion into Soapâs back. A unbidden sigh leaves his nose. Humming as deft hands rub along his back.
âHopefully tat cat will git more tan ma tongue in a fewâ Is the cheeky response Kyle gets back. Only adding gasoline to Kyleâs dwindling restraint. Which was hanging by a thread.
Air puffs from Gazâs lips. nostrils flaring as Johnny laughs. âEager arenât you?â He mumbles. Pinching Soapâs ticklish side. Making the poor man gasp and sputter in lighthearted laughter.
âKY!!â
Kyle grins and tickles John some more. Laughter between them intermingling. Mixing into one loud but joyful noise.
A few minutes in and John pinned Kyle down. Gasping as he smirks. Moving to kiss at Kyleâs jawline. Massage forgotten as small pecks follow between them. Most of the times neither of them were this patient when it came the foreplay. But today was special. So they lounged in the comfort.
Kissing and both of them laughing in hushed tones at cheeky remarks.
Johnnyâs curved nose trails along the mole laden column of Gazâs throat. Tenderness following each movement.
Kyle hums loudly as John pauses. Leaving a little bite. Something easy to hide. While either of them would most definitely enjoy going to town on each other. They need to be somewhat presentable for the MacTavish family tomorrow.
âMm ye smell so divine..â
Kyle snorts. Rubbing the back of Soapâs neck. Lithe fingers scratching at the base of his neck. Right where it always itched. Johnâs eyes close briefly. Blissful at the head scratches.
âTavâ
âHrm?â Is the noise Kyle gets in response. Soap leaning closer for more scratches.
âYou know the Mohâs hardness scale? For ⌠well rocksâ
Soap shrugs. Striated blues staring back. Listening, hands rubbing and casually massaging one of Gazâs biceps.
âIf I was a rock Iâd score a-a 8.5 right nowâ
Johnny snorts. How could he not. Oh Kyle and his big geology brain. âS sexy. He needed to unravel him immediately. His grip on Kyleâs bicep slackens as he processes the information.
âAhâs score a 10⌠as stiff as a diamond down there-â Johnny smirks. He wanted to see how he could push his husband.
Kyleâs face contorts blushing dark as a breathy snicker leaves his chest. âWell thereâs ways to even break a diamondâŚâ he mutters back. Eyelids drooping languidly over his eyes.
Johnnyâs eyebrows quirk up. News to him.
âA bit of directional kinetic force should fix you right up, luvâ a hand rubâs along Johnnyâs side. Kyle grinning deviously. Those stupid doe eyes hiding something solicitous.
âThing is you just have to find the right grain-â a hand trails down. Squeezing comfortably on Soapâs love handles. Soaking up Johnâs reactions.
âTarget a diamondâs natural cleavage points⌠before you start to apply firm forceâ Johnny grunts as he stares in shock. Gaz squeezing his bum. Talking dirty with rock science speak. It shouldnât be this hot. Steamin- He was so down bad. This is terrible.
Kyleâs tone becomes dangerously velvety. Leaning close. Lips brushing against Johnâs throat as he whispers, âor we can try the applying intense thermal shock⌠causes a diamond to form micro-fractures all over.â Johnâs shivers. He was definitely a weaker man in this moment. He couldnât resist the absolute sirenâs call of Kyleâs lowered sultry voice. Or that amber cologne. The soft squeezes on his muscles. Or the extensive mineral knowledge for someone who said it was âjust a hobbyâ.
âAh- ⌠well, yer ta expert in diamon crackin, Bonnieâ voice a bit strained and rough. âBut, âm a⌠hands on leanerâŚ. Mind teaching?â
âGladly.â
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Surprisingly, Johnny isnât one for over the top bragging. But after the afternoon he had, he felt like singing it from the rooftops. He had to be the luckiest man in all of Scotland, the Reed brothersâ wives aside.
Oh he felt so loved. Heart flooded with warmth and care. Kyle loved him. Kyle loved him so much. He loved him,
helovedhimhelovedhimhelovedhimâŚhelovedhimhelovedhimhelovedhimâŚ
Kyle sighs. Shifting and jostling Soap a bit. He glances at his Kyle lying there. Couch creaking at each movement. Scrolling on the telly. Johnny draped over him as an impromptu weighted blanket. Oh he felt so blessed. His head drops onto Kyleâs shoulder. Close and comfortable. Snorting as a âHrmmmfppâ leaves Garricks mouth. Displeased with all the trash tv on.
âYe sound like a sea lion. Sometimes, luv. A very silent oneâ
âBloody- I do not knob head. Youâre the one who looks like a bull terrier made real boyâ
âAh wot?â Soap says in complete shock. Brows knit together. Before he blows some air into Kyleâs ear.
âNae a damn dug, I didnae like dogsâ
Kyle groans and rubs his ear. He absolutely detested that feeling. âBloody act like a bull terrier tooâŚâ
Johnny huffs and lays his head back down. âCannae believe Ah married ma biggest haterâ
âdogs can be cute, Tavâ
âDaft rabid bastards⌠jost looking ta rip inta yer thighsâ
âSounds like someone I know. Had to get a rabies shot first time you bit me, donât know what bloody diseases your carryingâ
âOI! Ah gonna give ye more tan a bite ye fokn bratâ
They wrestle fight on the couch for a bit. Before John returns to his weighted blanket duties. Kyle texting Ghost a photo of some stupid movie he found. Something called VelociPastor or some nonsense. Soap wasnât paying attention too much.
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The movie was an absolute terrible mess, 20/10 in the MacTavish Garrick household. Almost as good as when they watched Shaolin Soccer. Almost as good.
They now lie on the bed, having watched movies and gone for an evening jog. A successful start to their brief leave. Soapâs snoring, passed out sleeping on his stomach. Face buried into his pillows.
Gaz sets his phone down. Skin meeting skin as Gaz snuggles close. Arms snaked around Soapâs healthy middle. Cosplaying a barnacle while Soap dozes on. Coils meshing with the messier strands of Soaps mohawk.
Eyelids melting down as he breathes in slower. Feeling so at peace now that some rugged demolitions expert wasnât making his heart explode in lust.
He loved John MacTavish. Nothing would ever change that.
what month do we think simon was born in
I kinda headcanon his prefered birthstone is onyx, so around July-August according to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthstone
