ATE THAT UP

ATE THAT UP 😋😋😋

HIIII SO i have an ask

PLEASR MORE ABOUT THE WOMB TATTO WITH 141 IM OBSESSED 😭😭❤️

EHEHEH SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELYYYY

Sweetheart gets more comfortable around her team that she wears shorter shirts now. She still wears long sleeves though, they haven't unlocked the tattoo sleeves she has LOL (I'm drawing all the tattoos she has and I can't WAIT TO SHOW YALL)

But she shows off her✨️ ICONIC✨️ yummy, womb tattoo constantly. Sometimes, even when she's training, she'll wear a compression shirt that she cuts. (Rookies don't know what to feel lol)

Soap dubs it his tattoo, Sud's Tattoo as he calls it, because he can't get enough of it. And he has to wrestle off Roach and König when he lays on it

Soap: BACK AFF YE FOOLS THIS IS MY TATTOO

Sweetheart, laying on the couch: Soap--

König: IT IS NOT YOURS GET OFF OF HER

Roach, stomping his feet: 😠 🥾💥🥾💥🥾💥

Soap: ROACH SHUT TH' FUCK UP YE TWO ALWAYS GET TAE DO THIS

Sweetheart, stressed: what the hell is happening--

Soap REALLY likes the tattoo 💀as I said, he's obsessed with it (like you, kiame HA) Everytime Sweets comes out with a cropped shirt, he fucking ZOOMS to the tattoo and just snuggles his cheek against it

Soap, smiling and sighing: Good morningggg~! I missed you, Bonnie.

Sweetheart: Are you talkin' to me or my tattoo?

Soap, opening his eyes:

Soap: uhm

He DEFINITELY talks to it sometimes

Soap: And how are YOU doing today, Bonnie?

Sweetheart, smiling: I'm doing good thank you- why is your face on my tattoo.

Soap: Because... I was talking to Bonnie...

Sweetheart:

Sweetheart, kinda offended: AM I NOT BONNIE ANYMORE??

Soap: UHM

I mean he just loves it so much. Seeing such a sexy design on rich, golden brown skin so low on a wonderful body... it's enchanting. He's not the only one who thinks that. He argues with Ghost alot on who likes it more, but they always agree when they team up on Sweetheart.

18+ MDNI

"Ghost, please..."

Ghost hums on her soft pussy, tongue swirling on her chubby lips. He kisses and sucks on them, thin strings of saliva connected to his chin and mouth. "Please what, love?" He eyes her as his fingers spread her open and glides his tongue slowly up, all the way to her pulsing clit and making her jolt. Soap groans on her skin, kissing each detail on her womb tattoo. "Y'need to speak up, St. Can't know what to do if ye'r tae wheesht." His hands travel up her sides, caressing and scratching her skin. Marking it as his.

Ghost sighs. "In English, Mactavish." He's getting tired of not understanding what the Scottish man is saying half the time. Soap grumbles, lips still attached to her tummy. "Simon..." Sweetheart whines out, hips squirming and eyes prickling with tears. The two men chuckle, knowing what she wants but not giving it to her quickly enough. Ghost reigns himself back, the lust and desire getting too hot for him when she whined out his name like that. He wanted to fuck her right then and there, but not yet.

"Say what you need, Sweetheart." Ghost mumbles, his tone low and caring. Hungry. His thumb does small circles on her clit, making her yelp, back arching off the bed and thighs squeezing Ghost's head to which he loves it. "Please! Please let me cum! I need-- I need it, please!" Sweetheart wails, overwhelming tears flow down her cheeks as her hand buries in Soap's hair and pulls. Soap's broken moan was heard by both of them, but his lips would not leave her tattoo. Teeth nibbling on the black ink, tongue sliding up to her bellybutton. He comes up for air finally, a lazy smile on his face. "Since we both agreed on liking this," his hand smooths over his tattoo on her body. "Beautiful piece of art, Lt., I think it's time we gave our Sweetheart what she deserves, aye?" Ghost grunts as he comes up from her legs and places a kiss on the tattoo, causing Sweetheart to mewl. "I think it is, Mactavish." Ghost says, both his and Soap's eyes turn dark and starved.

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ ANYWAY

YEAH EVERYONE STILL LIKES IT LMAO

OBSESSED I LOVE UR WRITTING

okay so idk if u have requests open pr not but HEAR ME OUT(ignore this if it makes u uncomfortable): SO YOU KNOW HOW SERVICE DOGS USE PRESSURE TO CALM PEOPLE DOWN? by like putting their heads on peoples laps, ect. SO IMAGINE LIKE KONIG OR GHOST (i think this works with anyone tbh) having like a panic attack of nightmare and then insert reader who is just rlly calm and just comes up and higs them yk LIKE ANGST TO FLUFF HEHEH

AHHHH THATS SO CUTE OMG

IM JUST GONNA DO SHORT SCENARIOS CAUSE I DOTN HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN TO WRITE LONG STORIES RN

I DO TAKE REQUESTS BUT I CANT PROMISE ILL DO EVERYONE OF THEM I GET

(i tried to follow your request as much as possible, i hope you enjoy!!)

slight tw: detail panic attacks

simon “ghost” riley:

simon was used to waking up with nightmares, but nothing this bad. his breath was caught in his throat. his mind was racing, his hands sweaty, and the room felt like it was spinning. and worst of all, you were gone.

you had woke up a few minutes before simons panic attacks went to work and got a cup of water. you heard the bed silently creak from your bedroom, which meant simon was awake.

his brain felt like mush, he couldn’t hear anything or see anything but his nightmare over and over again. this is so much worse than the other panic attacks, he realized. as soon as you walked into the room, you knew what was happening. watching simon claw at the bed sheets, his head pointed towards his lap, his body twitching like he was hiccuping. you walked to his side of the bed, wrapping your arms softly around his shoulders, holding him close. your hand rubbing his back softly.

his face was mushed into your chest, gripping your shirt. he felt air slowly enter his lungs. his hiccup-like movements stopped and calmed down after a few minutes. you fingers tangled in his short hair. his arms soon wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

your hands cupped his face, semi-forcing him to look at you. the small hallway light shown through the doorway, lighting up his tear stained face. your thumb wiped his tears, a small smile showing on his, then your face. it was a smile that showed his love to you, no words needed.

konig:

after meeting you, konig’s anxiety had lessened. but his nightmares still increased with every mission he went on. he knew what would happen when he joined the military, of course, and he still took the chances.

his nightmares always used you to fuel them. you were always a victim, which was something that scared the shit out of konig. he tossed and turned till he woke up, his hands covering his face. his tears continued to flow down his face.

the silent shuffling next to him brought him out of his thoughts. konig turned his head to look at you, your sleeping frame. you looked so peaceful, so alive. his hand reached out to touch your face. his finger traced your nose, to your jawline, and then to move your hair out of your face. your eyes slowly opened at the contact, immediately looking into his sad eyes. you hand cupped his face as his did to you.

“are you okay?” your voice came out very small. he nodded, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. he felt calmer in your awakened presence. “turn around…”

konigs back face you and your arms wrapped around his waist. your face smushed against his back. you could feel konig hold your arms, tracing his fingers along them softly.

when you felt him stop, you knew he was asleep. you pressed a small kiss to his neck and closed your eyes to fall asleep, hoping to still wake up with your arms wrapped him in the morning.

ok so im here again i hope u still have requests open SO:

lets say konig gets back from a mission RIGHT? andd since its hes busy with missions he forgets its his birthday. ok and he comes home and reader surpises him :') WITH A CAKE AND EVERYTHING

maybe a pet cat or dog as a present??? who knows 😋

(i personally see him as both a cat and dog person)

YES ABSOLUTELY YES OMG

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEE I CANTTTT

*ps, all translations were made in google translate, if they’re wrong, i apologize!!*

(könig x reader)

the amount of decorations you had managed to put up in the span of 2 hours was quite surprising. the other hour you spent making sure a cake would be ready when könig got home. he was unexpectedly put on leave and he had texted you to let you know since it would most likely be dark by the time he got home.

the small cat you had picked out from the animal shelter sat on his small bed next to the couch, watching the balloons move in the air.

the smell of the take out you got for the both of you wafted through the air, making you hungry and the small cake you got with the correct number of candles to match his age sat on the counter.

he told you he’d be home in about half an hour, giving you time to fix any small details in the decorations you could find. the food was laid nicely on the table and you put the cat back in the carrier ti surprise him later.

with your back turned away from the door and you too focused on the table setup, you never noticed the door open and close. you did notice, however, the sound of a large bag hitting the floor, which made you turn around. you were supposed to have 10 minutes left before he came home.

konigs brown eyes looked around at all the decorations that surrounded you. his hands took off his mask as he walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“schatz..” his voice broke and he pulled you tighter to him, “you didn’t have to do all this..”

you pulled away slightly to look at his face. some tears swarmed his eyes as he looked into yours, a smile had appeared aswell, making you smile.

“anything for my king.”

konig pulled your face close, pressing his lips softly against yours. the kiss lasted a while with both of you pulling apart breathless.

“why don’t you get changed and i’ll grab your present, then we can eat?”

“you got me a present?” his eyes lit up once again, earning a small laugh from you.

“yes, but you need to get changed in order to get it.”

konig nodded then quickly rushed to get changed. you grabbed the cat carrier from the other room, setting it on a chair where it would be hidden from konig until you gave it to him.

he came back soon, all changed and comfy. “couch. sit. close your eyes please.”

he sat in the couch, closing his eyes. you grabbed the carrier and set it next to him. “open.”

his eyes opened to see the small black carrier. his hand opened the door and the kitten came out almost immediately.

“oh, honig (honey, i didn’t know that either).” konig picked up the call then placed him on his lap. the kitten snuggled into him, purring as konig scratched behind his ears.

“i can’t believe you remembered..” he spoke quietly.

“remembered you liked cats or remembered your birthday?”

“my birthday.. even i forgot.”

you sat next to him on the couch, holding onto his arm as your head dropped onto his shoulder. “baby, i would never forget. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, schatz”

“happy birthday konig.”

“thank you.” he kissed your head, then laid his ontop of yours.

“oh! i almost forgot.” jumping off the couch and running to the kitchen, your grabbed the cake. konig stood and watched you, still holding his new kitten. “surprise!” you held the cake down so he could see the writing, ‘happy birthday, king!’

he continued to smile as he watched you set the cake back down. slowly, he made his way toward you, setting the cat down in the process, and picking you up, holding you as close as possible to him. “danke meine, liebe”

(thank you, my love)

THIS IS SO GOOD WTF

Thinking about Yandere!Sumeru Boys and the sweet, lovely bartender who's become the talk of Sumeru recently.

After receiving the news of the Sage's downfall and Lesser Lord Kusanali's rescue, you, who'd been out venturing Teyvat to learn about its global gastronomy and arts, decide to return to your homeland and help your father's busy Tavern. The knowledge you've gained from your travels prove to be fruitful as Lambad's Tavern reaches a new peak of popularity. Though, not everyone's point of interest is the menu — no no, in fact, many have become frequent patrons simply to get a glimpse of the new face behind the counter.

You and Kaveh click almost immediately. Your shared views on arts and beauty is one thing checked off, but the way your actually understand him? Unlike most people when they hear his story, you're not quick to put a lable on him ; instead, you make him feel heard and normal for the very first time. Listen patiently and don't throw factual advice on how to fix his life. No wonder he poured out his entire life story to you, all on his first conversation. He's left wondering where you've been all his life as you share a portion of your own struggles, views on life and snippets of your adventures. To this day, Kaveh recalls the conversation along with your benign smile and feels his heart thump as if he's become a teenager again.

Every ensuing visit to the Tavern has his belief strengthen as well : you two must be soulmates. He's even started (half) jokingly calling you one as well, which never seems to move you the way he wants though as, all you do is adorably giggle and ask him to pay for his order. Oh well, he supposes that's an indication that you do not pity him solely because of his financial status. Kaveh's life had gotten a lot better with your presence ; he no longer drinks himself to oblivion, sleeps better than before and doesn't even pay heed to his roommate's sharp comments that'd otherwise end in a massive argument, thoughts preoccupied with what kind of trinket he could bring to impress you. For a brief period, Kaveh had felt like he'd finally found his light, his reason to keep living. He'd only wish he hadn't introduced his friends to you.

You first ‘officially’ meet the dusty-rock-of-a-roommate of Kaveh (his words) when you took the responsibility of dropping him to his place of residence after the architect had passed out from taking a sip of the Sneznayan Fire-Water. You weren't sure what you were expecting from Alhaitham, but a talk over books that spiralled a little too late into the night and ended with him walking you back home certainly wasn't it. You can see where Kaveh came from, The Acting Grand Sage did not have the countenance that invited friendships. You'll have to thank your profound interest in all genres of books and an equal ease to share your opinions to not be at the recipient of that attitude. It takes you a little too much time to notice that since that night, the Scribe has found himself a second home in your radar. You see him at Puspa Cafe, the Grand Bazar, the streets and after a little while, even at your father's Tavern almost frequently. So, much so that calling him something of a friend might not be so far-fetched now.

In Alhaitham's defense, he's simply intrigued, it's not everyday he meets someone who can keep up with him. It took him only a glance at you to realize you're the person who has Kaveh blushing and giggling like a madman at random times. The architect's creepy behavior aside, at least, it seemed as though some of your sense of responsibility had rubbed off on him so, less headache for Alhaitham. You're easy to talk to ; granted, you don't always have agreements but that doesn't pose as an impediment from keeping the conversation flowing. In fact, you treat him no different ; neither his status nor his prolonged disappearances that'd no doubt affect anyone else can change your easygoing persona as he approaches you, the coffee and dishes you make are rather good too and— ah. Alhaitham understands now why Kaveh is so smitten with you.

Lambad's Tavern is a prominent destination for fans of Genius Invocation TCG, you like the game, too. But because of your duty, you can only resign yourself to watching from the counter as some rejoiced in victory and others had their heads in their heads from loss. It's entertaining to a degree, frustrating to another as you have to remain silent while the players make dumb choices. You digress, whatever they do is none of your business. But if you had to pick one group that produced the most entertaining show out of this game ; it'd be the friends Kaveh brought along with him. Most of the times, they'd just be reduced to Kaveh's ranting pillows and really, only one of them—and by that you mean the General Mahamatra who seemed to truly care for the game. You're curious about him, actually. He seemed so different from the rumours that were floating around. And thanks to Kaveh's impulsive announcement that you'd be dueling Cyno one night, you had the opportunity to satiate that curiousity — and flex a win against the master of TCG altogether.

To say Cyno was flabbergasted would be the understatement of the century. He'd repeatedly demanded for a second match that time (all the while Kaveh looked like he could die of pride) but you'd shut it off with the (not really) threat of charging extra for your lost time. Since then, he'd been hot on your tail, too. Trying to coax you into a second match with every strategy he can think of : bribing, bargaining, cracking awful jokes to befriend you — his hard work paid off, but the sight of a win against you still seemed to be far. At one point, those concerns were lost as you both simply found fun in each other's presence. Cyno, in the meantime, had noticed that your amiable personality was both a blessing and a curse. Do you not see the corrupt glints in their eyes? The wanton touches and disgusting saccharine lacing their words? No can do, they do not deserve your courtesy. Do not blame him for taking matters into his own accounts or show any semblance of concern after the personnel mysteriously disappear the next day ; its just a little favor for his TCG buddy.

Out of all of them, Tighnari took you the longest to get to know properly. Given his usually passive personality in the presence of others, no wonder he'd strayed a little from your attention. The forest ranger wasn't behind in knowing you, though. In fact, it seemed as though he had been picking up on clues his other friends were missing. Tighnari had been the first to take notice of your ennui, which he had surmised to be a result of all the people you have to deal with everyday. Turns out even you have your moments. One evening as Kaveh, Cyno and Alhaitham were preoccupied with debating over who-knows-what, Tighnari took the opportunity to approach you about it. He couldn't ignore the darkening circles under your eyes or the brightness in your optics dimming any longer — he's glad he did ; in truth, your life had gotten crazier than it was back when you were traveling, you'd confessed. You no longer felt truly...alone, even in moments that you're sure is securely private. Tighnari listened intently, for once the roles being switched. He sent hand-made remedies to help with your stress, frequently wrote to you to check your well being when he couldn't visit personally, anything within his power.

He felt sympathy for your state, such a precious thing like you doesn't deserve this, you should be treated better, he could treat you better — now if only you're at arms reach to the forest ranger. Alas, for now he'd have to be content with this development. Tighnari has an inkling about who is, or are, responsible for your building misery. Does he intent to do anything with that knowledge though? Yes, coaxing you to his side, preferably.

The innocent, nameless wandering boy you'd taken with you on your return to Sumeru, suddenly returned home with a glowing anemo vision in the span of a few hours one fine afternoon. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary though, he was still as glued to your person (though nowadays he seemed to venture out more than usual), he was still the harmless boy you'd grown accustomed to. So then, why did it feel like something was amiss? Was it how often he'd find himself at the brink of an angry customer's fist? Or was it because that only occurs when you leave the counter to get something and that same customer just so happened to have been pushing you for a date beforehand? Your suspicions always end up fleeting though, you can never even raise an eyebrow at the boy, not when he looks at you with those glossy puppy eyes. In the end, it's always the other man that's handed over to the guards, it's always the others, in general at the face of your displeasure — not Wanderer, never Wanderer. If only you could see the same grin he directs at the retreating men behind your unassuming back.

You never did regret letting him trail behind your person (except maybe the bombarding allegations from your family of him being your significant other, it took one whole week to convince them otherwise, after all.) ; he was sweet and so.. clueless, as if he were but a newborn child. Your heart couldn't resist the poor thing and that's what brought you to this situation. Wanderer revels in others' jealousy at the sight of you two's closeness (who could guess this same man tried to take over Sumeru). He can do many of the things your other admirers can only dream of ; lean on your shoulder, fall asleep on your lap, play with your hair as you prepare a drink, whisper things in your ear with a purposefully lowered voice and get away with anything. All is well with the lost boy you'd picked up from the last turn of your travels, it's just that, you can't quite shake off the feeling of a strange familiarity everytime you look at his otherwordly eyes.

what do you call this? a love hexagon? 🤔

this made my soul happy

hello! i’m back with another :)

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Inner Child

pairing: platonic 141 x gn!reader

warnings: none i believe :)

summary: your favs are back with a snowball fight

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ghost is stood silently in the kitchen making a cup of tea, when he hears a distant giggle. his back immediately tenses, going into high alert as he sits the kettle down.

he knew that giggle. nothing ever good came from that giggle. it was your giggle.

the sound draws closer to where he is.

please, no. what were you up to now?

with his back stiff and straight, he turns to the doorway slowly. his eyes immediately meet your small figure clad in an oversized, black puffy winter coat, thermal pants, a grey beanie, and your boots. a scarf is wrapped around your neck, slightly lifted onto your chin. your hands are behind your back. a giant, toothy smile taking over your red face.

“hi, ghost.” your voice drags out the ‘hi’, and he immediately knows you are up to know good.

before he could even say anything, something cold hits his masked face.

“what. the. fuck.” his teeth are clenched and his eyes snap open. snow sticks to his mask, and covers his front, leaving a small puddle on the floor by his feet.

“was that a fucking snowball, grim?”

your laugh echoes off the walls as you quickly run down the halls.

thundering footsteps quickly meet your ears, and you slide around a corner. a hard wall knocks you to your butt with a loud “oompf”. you look up to see soap.

“soap! oh gosh, soap, please help! ghost is chasing me.” you’re out of breath, panting as you hold your hands up to johnny.

he looks down at you, grabs your little hands, and plants you on your feet.

“well, why-“

“GRIM! GET THE FUCK BACK OVER HERE, NOW.” ghost is only just around the corner, and you take the opportunity to throw soap behind you, and book it out of there.

“shit!” the sound of two big men colliding on the floor is enough to make you cackle as you run out the front door, into the field.

you arm yourself with multiple snowballs before the guys come running out. you don’t even bother to look as you throw the balls of snow at them as they advance.

you let out a scream as soap snatches you up in front of him, and lets ghost pummel you with snow. hit after hit.

your laughter and screaming is loud enough to make price and gaz rush out of base.

“what the fuck is going on out here?” price’s voice shouts above your animalistic laughter.

ghost freezes mid throw, smacking you right in the face, and turns to see price with his hands on his hips. gaz is stood to the side, holding his stomach with laughter.

“price! help! they ganged up on me.” your voice is meek, and innocent. you bat your eyelashes for good measure.

soap scoffs and tosses you to the ground, “like hell we did! little shit came out of nowhere, captain.”

price beckons you over. you turn your head to the ground, lips pursed. you didn’t think you’d get in trouble, you just wanted some fun.

you finally make it over to him, and he takes your small hand, placing something in it.

“get ghost, i’ll take soap.” he winks and you spin around and chuck the ball right at ghost’s profile. it’s enough force to catch him off balance and fall into a pile of snow to his right.

soap loses it, hands on his knees, tears steaming from his eyes before he’s met with the same fate as his lieutenant.

“aye, what the fuck!”

price bends down in front of you as you jump onto his shoulders. a smile as bright as the sun overtaking your features. gaz arms you with snow, and you pin the guys down behind piles of snow. 

your breath is seen in the air every time you laughed.

soap’s smile never leaves his face, except for when it gets hit, effectively knocking it off.

ghost’s eyes shine with amusement and he continues to pummel you and price with snow.

price’s hands dig into your thighs to keep you from falling.

you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun.

about an hour later you all head inside when the sun started going down, and it was too cold to stay out. making your way to your room. you change into soft pajama pants and a baggy jumper. grabbing a blanket, you rush into the commons and flip on the couch.

you notice no one else is there. huffing, you get back up and rush around base, knocking on doors, and dragging everyone from their rooms.

you sit them in various places in the commons before rushing into the kitchen. the smell of hot cocoa invades their nostrils, and you bring out the cups to them.

when you finally have your own, you squish yourself on the couch between ghost and price.

“what’s going on?” soap’s voice invades your ears from the chair across the room.

“movie time!” a giggle escapes your mouth once more, and you flick on a movie.

about half way through, ghost looks down to see your head smooshed against his shoulder, legs curled up beneath yourself, and arms crossed. soap is passed out in his chair, soft snores escaping his open mouth. and, gaz is falling to the same fate right behind him.

a chuckle escapes price’s mouth, “they’re chaotic. but, we needed them around here.”

ghost lets out a hum, “yeah. we do.”

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a/n: thanks for reading! i got inspo from this bc it just snowed here and there’s a bunch of kids outside my house having snowball fights :’)