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raplinenthusiasts · 5 months
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✨ for @cosmicdreamgrl
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khaotunqs · 3 months
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THE ECLIPSE คาธ (2022)
@userdramas 2023 secret santa for @milkpansa! 💜
dearest nini, it was a pleasure to step in as your secret santa! i loved revisiting these two dumb boys and remembering why we love them so much.
i hope you're having a wonderful holiday season, and that 2024 brings you nothing but blessings!
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troubled-mind · 3 months
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CHERRY MAGIC THAILAND [EP 1 vs CH 1] Manga by Yuu Toyota
You know what? I just couldn't help myself. Achi & Karan are joining the parallels realm.
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little-pup-pip · 1 month
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can you do a soft blue and yellow baby board? more masc and with a paci please! /vnf /pos
Sure!!
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galentir · 25 days
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Just one dream away from who we're meant to be 🎶
This piece goes out to @starlady-baby! Have a happy @jatpfebfanfest 2024! 🎉
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nibbelraz · 1 year
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cumplane gay chicken
They're very competitive about it
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Also a bonus of them setting the challenge pre transmigration
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destructix · 1 year
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kaiao for @snoozeeroo , and bonus quartet interaction for me :>
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godisaknife · 7 months
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angels and technology moodboard for anon
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aecholapis · 3 months
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Happy new year, @alruin !
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onejellyfishplease · 4 months
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Sleeping Giants
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tameshrimp · 2 years
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《 RYOUMEN SUKUNA 》
For the lovely @suknas
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loverofpiggies · 1 year
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Bike riding
I definitely did not draw the bike from scratch, I used this over here!
Stretching my artistic muscles, trying to push my art to the limit.
Enjoy <3
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drunkula · 10 months
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Don't go breaking my heart!!
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little-pup-pip · 7 months
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Bedtime with Bluey!
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holdmyhand · 1 year
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Hay Can please you do ghost and maybe könig if you want to with a gender nutrual s/o that's left lipstick kiss marks on their masks :)
If you do get round to doing this thank you :)
Leaving kiss marks on König and Ghost's masks!
OP!!! This is adorable. Of course I can write it!
I'm so sorry this took forever. I was having trouble writing Simon's and just never came back to it. I hope you like it!
WARNINGS: König's is fluffy but also kinda suggestive, Ghost's is just fluffy and angst mostly lol, there's suggested NSFW but nothing graphic, mention of war(?). This is just fluff and angst wrapped in one package. ** GENDER NEUTRAL READER **
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König:
Ohohohoho this man flushes red whenever you kiss all over his face in general. But leaving a physical reminder on his MASK??? Where anyone could see?? There's practically steam pouring out from under the cloth with how red he is. Embarrassment and pride mixing into an uneasy concoction in his gut. Keep doing it though, he loves it ;).
You were wearing a darker lipstick that morning, opting for something more formal than usual as you'd be attending meetings with important clients. You were leaving the bathroom with a small clutch bag of touch-up makeup when you noticed König's mask lying on the dresser. You glanced back towards the bathroom, listening to the steady cascade of water and him humming in the shower. You quirked your brow as you stared down at the mask for a moment. A cheeky smile pulled across your lips before you picked up the cloth hood and began leaving little kiss marks all over the fabric. It was a dark purple lipstick, hard to notice with a quick glance on the black and beige of his hood. You quickly put the mask back in place on the dresser as you heard König exiting the shower, the glass pane door squeaking as it moved.
"You're leaving now?" You whipped around when he spoke, reminding you of how this large man was somehow able to walk on cats feet. You blinked owlishly at him for a moment-- committing the beautiful picture in front of you to memory. König is wet, his skin glistened with the moisture and droplets of water continued to drip from him onto the floor. His dirty blonde hair was fluffed from a half-assed attempt at drying it, a beige bath towel hung low around his hips and seemed to be staying in place with nothing but a prayer. It was erotic.
"You could always stay a little longer, Mäuschen..." He's grinning at you, amusement evident in his tone and expression. Your eyes flick up to his blue ones.
"As much as I'd love too, I have to be going." You clear your throat as you brush past him to gather everything in your bag for work. König catches your wrist as you try slipping past him. He brings you close to his chest and only then do you notice how red his skin is from the heat and the freckles that are speckled across his skin. He gently tips your chin up, "Viel Glück, Liebling." He presses his lips against yours in a chaste kiss, the gentleness of it made your heart melt. He hums softly as you pull back-- not before leaving an extra kiss mark on his cheek.
"Thank you, König." You squeeze his hand gently and move towards the door. You curse under your breath as you notice the time and begin stuffing documents and folders in the leather bag. You blow him a kiss as you leave the bedroom.
König dresses for work, unaware of the markings you left. His mind is running miles per minute, stressed about the briefings he needed to attend and training the new recruits. He slips his clothes on with ease, pulling his trademark hood over his head before he left the house.
It isn't until he's at base, walking through the rec room is it noticed. Muselli notices first, she sees an out of place mark on the fabric as he takes a seat at the table with the rest of KorTac. Her brow is raised but she says nothing, a smirk on her lips as she sips from her coffee mug. Aksel notices next and he bursts out in laughter, causing the rest of the operators to look towards him.
"You uh-, have a fun night with the missus, König?" Aksel has this shit-eating grin on his face as he tilts his head in amusement. The rest of the crew are now studying him and trying to find what Aksel did.
König's eyes are blown wide in fear. Confusion. His brows furrow as he looks down his body at his clothing, trying to find an out of place mark. Hutch is the next to notice, chuckling under his breath as he leans back in his chair. "Good for you, König. Always wondered if you had someone waiting up for you."
König's eyes narrow into slits, darting back and forth to each operator before settling on Aksel. Although he was familiar with his teammates, he didn't like anyone prying into or knowing his private life. Especially if intimacy is involved. His cheeks are hot under the hood, embarrassed from the onslaught of attention and topic.
"What are you speaking of?" König practically hisses, anger beginning to boil over. Aksel just continues to grin and shoots him a wink before focusing on his phone again. The other operators are giggling, avoiding eye contact but still amused by his unhinged reaction. Rose finally cracks as he begins cursing under his breath and checking his clothes like a madman. "Kö."
His eyes snap up to her gaze, watching as she points to her own face. If possible his brows furrow further nearly hiding his eyes. It dawns on him suddenly. He pulls the mask from his head abruptly, eyes scanning over the fabric frantically. The others at the table burst into laughter once they notice the dark lipstick marks that littered his cheeks. König's body relaxed, the tension leaving him once he sees the kiss marks. A small, barely there smirk pulls at his lips. You're so dead.
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You step through the front door at 6pm, exhausted from the tense meetings that just resulted in scheduling more meetings. You're toeing your shoes off when you nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of a lamp flicking on. Head swiveling towards the living space, König had been sitting in the dark in a leather armchair. Glass of bourbon sat next to him, legs spread wide and inviting but his eyes were nothing short of intimidating. His eyes were shadowed under the hood, hiding them from view but you could still feel the weight of his stare.
You swallow nervously, unsure of what's happening. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later..." You continue to carefully step toward him, deliberate movements that felt as if you were approaching a wild animal. Perhaps you were. König abruptly stood from his chair causing you to freeze, wide doe eyes blinking up at him as moved towards you. The heavy thud of his boots felt like a threat-- you knew König would never hurt you but he never acted like this very often. Coming to a stop in front of you, his stature dwarfing your own as he gazed down at you. "Sweetie?" You probe gently.
"You think it's funny when you leave lipstick on my mask, huh?" He gently tipped your chin up to meet his eyes.
Oh. That.
You inhaled gently but he began tutting before you had the chance to speak. Those steel blue eyes bore down into your own, a dark amusement that you'd seen many times before. You whined softly when you understood where this was going.
"My little mouse, do you want to embarrass me in front of my colleagues?" He tilts his head in a condescending manner. König steps closer and presses his chest to yours. The tension was suffocating. His pupils blown wide as he teased you, hand moving from your chin to the back of your neck and fisting a handful of hair. You gasped in response, arousal beginning to flood your mind.
"Or do you just want to prove I'm yours, huh? Let the others know who I'm fucking, is that it?" His grip tightens and you whimper in response.
"No, I just thought-"
"Thought that I'd like being marked up by your lips for all too see?" Those blue eyes are flicking back and forth, taking in your reaction. You breathe out a very soft, "I'm sorry."
He hums in response, only slightly satisfied with the response. "Naughty partners get punished, Mäuschen."
You bit your lip and nodded, unable to verbally respond as your mind had fogged over with lust.
"On your knees..."
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Simon "Ghost" Riley:
He'd just returned from an operation last night. His body was tight from nervous tension and his feet drug across the wood floor as he walked into the house. Unceremoniously dropping his bags with a thump before pulling you into the strong cradle of his arms. Face buried in your neck, the cold press of the skull mask sent shivers down your spine.
"It's okay, baby." You whispered gently against the fabric of his balaclava. Sometimes he returned like this. Mute. Unable to form the words he wanted to say, mind still raging over the mission and haunted by what he'd seen. Moments like these, all you can do is hold him-- wait for Simon to move. His grip on you tightens momentarily before he pulls back enough to meet your eyes. You remain quiet, staring up into those dark eyes. Obsidian pools that conveyed words far better than he could articulate.
"What'cha need, Si?" You whispered gently, pressing one hand against his sweatshirt and the other on his jaw. You blinked up at him as he continued to stare. You wished you could read his mind and soothe all the terrible thoughts away.
"You." His voice was like gravel, low and rumbly from disuse. You shot a smile as you nodded, gently taking his hands in yours and pulling him down the hall towards your bedroom. You nearly cried over how pliable he was in your grasp, no resistance as his heavy footsteps moved with you.
You brought him to the edge of the bed, pushing at his shoulders so he'd sit on the mattress. The springs squeaked in protest as he sat down. You gently cupped his face and brushed your thumbs against his jaw line. A heavy sigh left him as you began pressing kisses to the bone of his mask. He seemed to physically deflate, posture easing into a hunch as he leaned into your body. When you pulled back you smiled at the bright pink lipstick marks that stood out against the white material.
"Can I?" You waited for confirmation to pull his mask off. A soft nod was given in response. You gently pulled the fabric off his head, making sure it didn't catch anywhere and soothing the spot with a kiss if it did. The dark bags under his eyes were highlighted by the black paint smudges he wore. He looked tired. Exhausted.
"Oh, baby." You hummed sadly as he pressed his face into your stomach, hands clutching at your thighs to pull you closer. You continued to gently stroke the wispy hairs at the back of his neck. He hummed quietly, fingers kneading the flesh of your thighs as he thinks. With a swift movement and a squeal escaping your lungs, Simon lifts you up by your thighs and drops you onto the mattress. You move to sit up but Simon grabs at your ankles and pulls you back down. You're watching him curiously with furrowed brows. He's lingering above you with his palms flat on the linen sheets.
You stay quiet.
A pregnant pause.
Simon pulls himself onto the bed, his burly figure rather intimidating as he crawls up the mattress to you. He drops his full weight onto you and presses his face into your stomach. You grunt at the sudden weight crushing you, your legs trapped on either side of his torso as he continues to nuzzle against your sweatshirt. His sweatshirt to be precise. One he'd given you a long while ago, when you both first started dating and he was deployed suddenly-- he gave the sweatshirt as a token. A reminder he'll come back.
Ghost always came back.
You squeak at the feeling of cold hands sliding under your sweatshirt and kneading at your hips. You swallow thickly as you blink down at him. He's watching you.
Oh, those eyes were deadly. You can recall so many nights those obsidian pools have entranced you and pulled you into their depths. If those eyes were the void, he'd swallow you whole.
"I need you." His hands are now kneading at your ass. He doesn't break his stare as he starts to press kisses to the visible skin just above your panties.
"O-oh, of course, baby. C'mere."
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The following morning, as he folded the clothes that had been strewn across the floor, he found the kiss marks littering his mask. Pink, glossy, perfectly shaped--a stark contrast against the worn looking skull face. He smiled down at the mask, glancing over his shoulder as he heard you rummaging around in the kitchen. He took a wet cloth, wiping away all the other marks except for one that was placed on the left cheek of his mask. It pulled at something sentimental in his chest. You always kissed his left cheek whenever either of you left or entered the house. Simon laid the mask out on the dresser before he made his way into the kitchen to help you with breakfast.
Simon wears his mask to work later that afternoon. Kiss mark and all. He won't admit it, but he liked the reaction the lipstick mark created.
A recruit had noticed as they stood in the training room, snickering softly as they nudged their friend to look. Simon turned his head slowly toward the younger men, arms folded over his chest and sleeves rolled up exposing the intricate tattoos. They went deadly quiet when they noticed his cold glare. His narrowed eyes were a threat, daring them to mention the bright pink mark on his mask. The recruit went to apologize, opening his mouth but Simon cut him off.
"Get the fuck up that rope." He couldn't help the wicked smirk under his mask as the recruit practically flew towards the rope just to get away from him.
Simon enjoyed being able to subtly show that he was a happily taken man. He wore his kiss marks with pride.
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f-loqweres · 2 months
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(◞‸◟) ❀ gorgeous, gorgeous girls wear balaclavas ・ ₊
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(◞‸◟) ❀ gorgeous, gorgeous girls avoid the drama ♡
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