So... I Draw Other Things Than Marble Hornets. Just Sometimes. I Love Them Dearly.

I think something a lot of people don't realize is that Ghost isn't insecure. We have that famous interaction with Soap that goes ''are you ugly?'', ''quite the opposite'', and the way that man carries himself in general does NOT scream insecurity. Even his voice lines in multiplayer show him as. just some dude. We even have that CODM Christmas picture of him flexing for the camera, lol. This man is attractive, and he knows it. He's def the type to flex on mirrors when he's alone.

ALSO he's NOT cold !! If you read the comic, he refers to hostages as ''love'' and ''sweetie'' He's a sweet guy, just traumatized.

RAIN

Mr. and Mrs. Kralie (est. 1923)

Just a young happy married couple, what could possibly go wrong?

tryna figure out how I wanna draw this man (permanently missing some nails, partial reconstruction of septum, grey hair from follicular damage from inappropriately administered first aid and stress? not quite dad bod but heavier set...think thonk...)

Masky & Hoodie

Can you spot the Operator?

AU vs Canon

i made them kinda hate eachother bc its funny lol

I’ll have a beer with one of those loopy spiral straws please and thanks I’m baby

Kinktober Day 17: Hate Sex

Hoodie/Brian Thomas X GN!Reader AFAB

[Warnings: rough sex, marking, degradation, facial, language, if you are a minor dni]

[AN: 1506 words]

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“You’re fucking disgusting,” you sneer to your superior as you shove him back down onto the bed, a snarl on your lips as you grind your hips against him - his cock rests against your stomach. . Fire dances in your eyes as your nails claw at his chest. Your brows are locked in a furrow as he grins up at you, anger bubbling beneath his amused expression.

“What?” He asks innocently, his hands moving to your hips before you slap him away. “The fact that I can do my job better than you can? You gonna take out all that unchecked aggression on me because you can’t shoot straight?”

You snarl and claw into his chest, leaving deep, red marks before shifting your knees upwards, thighs and calves tensing as you lift yourself over his dripping cock. Your cunt’s slick falls over him like drops of rain.

Brian’s hand moves from your lower half to his cock, palming it before slowly, teasingly stroking it. “You’re a needy little whore, aren’t you?” He chuckled, the condescending tone lacing through his words like venom.

You roll your eyes and position yourself over him. “Move your fucking hand.”

Brian hums for but a moment, the proxy superiority in him bending ever so slightly to your words. “Whatever you say,” he says in that ‘bless your heart’ tone. He places his hands behind his head, watching as you threaten to slam down on him.

You huff, chest tight and rife with anger for this proxy that treats you like dirt because you’re the runt in the group. You’ve proven time and time again that you’re better than that, that you’ve earned your place but still he hits you with a pistol for the most minor of fuck ups. Your emotions are flying, fire running through your veins as you finally lower yourself onto his cock.

The warmth spreads through your lower abdomen as you settle in lower and lower on him, nails leaving little half moon crescents that bead with blood on Brian’s chest as he hisses at the feeling.

You hilt on him, the feeling almost overwhelming. “I’m surprised your dick isn’t as disappointing as your personality,” you manage to choke out before listing upwards, gradually moving into bouncing on his lap.

Brian removes his hands from behind his head and grips your thighs tightly, rough, calloused hands with short nails digging into your soft flesh as he does so. He grits his teeth as you bounce on him, his balls growing tight at the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him as if you were hungering for him.

“Your cunt is swallowing my dick so eagerly and you think you have room to talk?” Brian teases through a sneer as he bucks his hips upwards to meet you. “You’re a fucking liar and your body is telling me otherwise.” His hands fly up to your waist, gripping you tightly like he doesn’t care that he’s hurting you before slamming you down onto the bed, the air getting knocked from your lungs.

You gasp and glare up at him, barely even able to process that he’s got you spread wide open for him before he’s pounding back into you. You moan loudly, hissing and growling, slowly giving into the pleasure as his fingers pinch and prod your clit.

Brian’s hips roll forwards, again and again. His upper pubic area brushes against you with every roll and you can’t help but tilt your hips upwards to meet him. His hazel colored eyes look at you with nothing short of disdain before he brings his mouth downwards, pressing nips of his teeth to your collar and shoulder before working up to your neck.

Your hands, that were pressed against his chest, unhook from his now red marked skin to his back where you sink your claws in and rake up and down. You mewl through the pleasure and curse him out at the same time.

“I hate liars,” Brian mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Think you deserve to get punished for lying to this group’s right hand-”

Your eyes roll upwards as you curl into him upon the prickling sensation of teeth biting into your neck. You can feel his canines sink into the flesh, marking you before he pops off and instead trades the bites for bruises. “You fucking animal-!” You seethe, knowing there’s no way to explain the marks he’s leaving on you. It’s the middle of summer - how the hell are you going to handle that?

“Don’t lie again to me,” Brian darkly warns as his fingers pinch your clit harshly and begin to roll the overworked bundle of nerves that send almost painful waves of electrified pleasure through your fluttering cunt and out towards the rest of your body. “If you do, I’ll make that bite mark symmetrical.”

You want to snarkily reply to him when the feeling of him rutting into you clouds over any thoughts you may have. You can feel every vein and his full length, how his head is still weeping precum and how he’s getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. You want to tell him something demeaning, but it would be a lie. Your body is a slave to the pleasure.

Your hips continually buck upwards to meet his thrusts as you also grind against his hand for the clitoral stimulation. Everything feels fuzzy and what you would describe as TV static. Your eyes are lost watching his muscles contract with every pounding, and his breath his like fire on your skin.

“I fucking-” you gasp when he presses yout clit particularly hard, “-hate you. You’re a goddamn nightmare in human form and I-” your thoughts are derailed when he pushes deeply inside of you, the thick, heavy thrust pressing you into the mattress while his teeth bite at your collarbone.

“Stupid whores need to mind their manners,” he huffs, accenting every syllable with an even harsher thrust. “That cost you.”

“Cost me - ah - what?”

Brian’s eyes briefly look up at you with nothing short of mischief before he subtly shakes his head. “Remember your place or I’ll put you back there myself.”

Suddenly, his thrusts become damn near erratic. He’s moving faster, harder, and working your clit so hard you can’t help but clamp your thighs around him and screech to the heavens how much you hate that he’s making you feel as good as he does.

Your body is practically pulsing, humming, beating in sync with your abused cunt that’s begging for release. You’re gripping Brian so hard that you’re sure Tim is going to ask if he got into a fight with a bear. Your ears melt at the sound of him calling you every awful thing under the sun. He really hates you, doesn’t he?

“You gonna cum on my cock?” Brian rasps against you. “You gonna show me how pathetic you are and bust all over the cock of the man you hate the most?” He giggles almost gleefully as you pant beneath him. “Isn’t that rich? You’re so fucking stupid that you’d actually get off to me fucking you like a whore even though I treat you like one,” he continues to ramble off, his voice low and slightly sing-songy. He likes seeing your frustration. “Cum on my cock then, show me how stupid you really are.”

The floodgates burst and you spasm around him, your body feeling lighter than air as static and symphonies overtake your vision and hearing. You can hear your heart pounding in your chest as your cunt waterfalls over him, squeezing and pulsing as he continues to rut inside of you. A loud, pained moan leaves your throat from the sheer overstimulation as arch into his chest, nails digging in so deep that you’re not sure you can even be pried off of him when suddenly, he pushes you off of him.

Brian’s thick cock leaves your hungry cunt and before you know it, he’s planted a knee by the side of your head and his cock is waving in front of your face. He wraps his hand around it and begins to stroke it, quickly. He snorts like a bull as he tilts his head back. “Open your mouth.”

Not needing to be told twice, you open your mouth, tongue lolling out slightly and watch for a split second as thick ropes of cum begin to rain down from the head of his cock. Your eyes flutter shut on instinct before the spurts hit your face. You feel warmth splashing over the bridge of your nose, your brow bone, your cheeks before your intuition says he’s done.

You slowly peel your eyes open, the sticky liquid blanketing your face before it slowly begins to drip down as you tilt your head upwards. You see Brian’s lips pulled into a smile.

“What?”

He chuckles, his eyes checking you over.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. This is the first time he’s ever looked at you with content.

[1920s!Brian]