#* jo ; answered

[artzyjo]

WHY THE ART OF MY REQESTS TAKING SO LONG?

I'm very sorry if I can't manage to answer your requests in your expected time... 'Cause you see, if you're actually new in my blog, I am a very SLOW artist and would try my best to answer some requests for as fast as I can.

And if you actually read my recent post about accepting art requests, I literally CAPITALIZED the word FRANS (Frisk x Sans).

And please do understand that I also have my own business to deal with (like school), which makes me slow down. I'm very sorry once again... I'll try my best to be faster.

[jksian]

No happy ending at all?

Do I need to prepare my heart?

Happy ending? Not sure. Do you need to prepare your heart? Definitely! And also make sure to grab some tissues🫂

[officialmiintee]

wind breaker / the sun and his moon

[transfemmbeatrice]

taskmaster contestants ask you things......... TWO (part one)

[ma1dita]

Duddee, now you gotta write luke proposing to trouble, you simply cannot now IBHBHKK

the perfect weekend

a ‘partners in crime’ alternate universe installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

alternate universe masterpost

words: 1.2k (this was too cute the word count escaped me)

summary: alternate universe - the perfect weekend with your perfect boy, even if he thinks otherwise

a/n: happy luke happy luke happy luke FIANCE LUKE 

(posted 2/4/23 unbetad and written on caffeine)

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This weekend felt like a dream.

Luke took you to your favorite spots that you’ve both carved memories out of in Westport, buying you and his mom gorgeous fresh flowers from the farmers’ market, and he let you drag him around his hometown, spending hours in tiny antique shops and the record store on Main Street. He couldn’t get over how you always found fun in the simple things— even going to the pharmacy to pick up his mom’s medication felt like going to Disney World with you. He couldn’t be more sure of his decision, it was almost inconceivable to spend another day without you being his fiancee.

But luck wasn’t known to be on his side, after all (yeah, thanks dad). Luke’s always had to work harder to get what he wants, and he’s spent the past few years trying to prove himself to your dad—though deep down, he thinks Mr. D doesn’t mind him as much as he makes it seem. (Asking him for his blessing last week over a bottle of wine and a bone-shaking hug scared the wits out of him. He pretended to not notice the god cry.)

Luke just wants to give you what you deserve. And if he needs to spend the rest of his life working on it to prove it, he ought to do it with you by his side.

But he couldn’t think of how.

He tried proposing over dinner last night, with the smell of burnt cookies in the air, but that wasn’t romantic at all, and his hands were shaking so hard he knocked a glass over, prompting you and his mom to fuss over the mess and giggle over his silliness. You both chatted deep into the night, Luke sitting quietly and nodding at two of his favorite women babbling about who knows what (Sometimes he’s still convinced you like his mom more than him, but the way you both take care of him makes him tear up if he thinks too hard about it).

When you went horseriding this afternoon, he set up a picnic for lunch, which was romantic. Chocolate-covered strawberries and sandwiches made by mom, sparkling cider twinkling in the sun. Luke was sure it was going to be great timing— until he realized the ring box fell out of his pocket again, and he slipped in manure trying to rush you back to the house (The sound of your laughter at clumsiness made his heart warm though, and it almost made up for the three hours he looked for the stupid box in the grass that night when you fell asleep with his tiny Star Wars-themed flashlight).

He woke you up early before the sun rose, carrying you out to the car still bundled up in his old Toy Story throw blanket that you wouldn’t let him toss out when he brought it to college (The faded pictures of Buzz and Woody kept a smile on your face, and the memories it brought make you feel connected to 9-year-old Luke). The drive to the beach was short, a sleepy smile on your face as you felt Luke grab onto your hand, sand getting between your toes before he laid out a blanket and the both of you sat down.

Cracking open a redbull for the both of you to sip on, you leaned against his muscled frame, legs hanging over his lap as he wiped the sand off your feet, holding you close as he smiled.

“Good morning, handsome,” you grinned, leaning up for a kiss. Luke obliged, savoring the taste of you mixed with sleep and artificial peach. Your noses nudge against each other before he mumbles a reply, “Good morning, pretty girl.”

“Y’know? I could die happy just like this. I can’t think of anything else that would make this weekend more perfect.”

Luke hummed in contemplation, “I could think of a few things,” he said, as a laugh bubbled from his lips. A noise of confusion rose from you as you reached up to dust lint off his shirt before your knee nudged something hard in his pocket, and your eyebrow raised in mischief.

“Dirty boy, you get me out of your mom’s house and you’re already excited?”

And he laughed the stress off until it freed itself from his bones, pure elation radiating off of him before Eos even had a chance to spread her first rays of light into the sky. 

He’s never needed perfect.

He just needs you.

His hands dug into his pocket, pulling out the ring box that’s caused him so much trouble this weekend. But a life with you should’ve already prepared him for that—and the shock on your face became funnier when you launched yourself on top of him, kicking up sand and taking the air out of his lungs.

You both hit the ground with a loud thud, your nose buried in his chest as he chuckles at your scream. Why was he even worried to begin with? 

“Wait, wait, I still have something to say trouble, don’t jump ahead of the script!”

His hand rubbed your back in gentle strokes as he popped the box open to reveal a delicate golden band with two diamonds juxtaposed against each other sitting pretty on top.

“It’s always been you and me. And I’ve spent hours thinking of what to say, days trying to figure out when the time would be right, months working for a pretty ring that’s perfect for you, years loving you… and well… I want more. I want this, you and me spending the rest of our lives together because I can’t comprehend a future without you. I’d do anything for you trouble, and I don’t believe in much, but I believe in you. Us.”

You’ve cried so hard by this point that you’re convinced it’s so goddamn ugly but Luke smiles at you like he’s been promised immortality. And perhaps he has, with the future you two will have scrolling through his mind like an old film, a house on a hill, kids, a dog, shit—whatever you want as long as he’s with you it’ll be the closest thing to forever he’d have.

“Are you sure?” you said sniffling, and your boyfriend wiped your tears away like he has countless times before, though happy tears are something he’ll have to get used to.

“I literally ruined your proposal, I just thought you were horny, oh my gods…” Whining loudly and laughing, you held your shaking hand out as he sat up to put the ring on your finger.

“Well, we can fix that later. I still have a question to ask, after all.”

Luke grinned when your head nodded rapidly, finally shutting up so you wouldn’t interrupt him again.

“Will you,” he says so surely now, saying your name before continuing, “let me have the honor of spending the rest of our lives together as your husband?”

“Gods, yes. Fucking hell angelface, did you really think I’d say no?”

The both of you laughed through tears and snot as he placed the ring on your left hand, and still, it couldn’t be more perfect.

“A life with trouble is the life for me,” he mused, laughing as you covered his face in kisses before the both of you fell back into the sand a tangle of lips and lust and love.

You jolted up from your fiance’s embrace just as he thought he was going to get lucky, almost emptying your entire wallet of drachmas into the sand-covered blanket to Iris message your friends.

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(pics are not representative of reader's appearance or gender just a lil visual for funsies)

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[nichoswag]

hello! can I request texts with &team when you ask them 'what are we?' or something like that when you two are in a situationship?? :>

asking situationship!&team “what are we”

pairing situationship!&team x gn reader

warnings some innuendos/suggestive messages in some, angst and fluff, friends/fwbs to lovers, probably some spelling errors

playlist that way - tate mcrae

note hi anon!! ngl i hopped on this ask immediately because i love these so much loll. also, just as a little notice, i likely won’t be posting as much since i have started classes again. i hope you enjoy!

[oceaneyesinla]

It's Canon in the manga that Togame have endless stamina

I have been losing my mind over this fact since I saw it

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You're not sure how many orgasms Togame has drawn out of you, or even how long it's been since he took one look at you, his Shishitoren jacket thrown over your t-shirt and shorts, and dragged you into the bedroom. Wasn't it still light when he dropped you onto the bed, caging you in between the hard lines of his body and the plush softness of your mattress? Now the sky outside was a deep blue, and you could see the glow of the streetlight underneath your apartment window.

He still looks far too put together, head resting on his hand as he lies on his side, looking down at you with a smirk on his face. Smug bastard. You're still trying to remember your own name and he looks like he's just taken a light stroll.

His hips shift as he gets comfortable, and you can feel his cock stirring back to life against your thigh. Your voice takes on a whiny quality as you weakly protest the fingers trailing a featherlight touch over your sensitive cunt.

"If you're hard again after that, take care of it yourself." Your words are in stark contrast to your actions, as you let you legs fall a little further open to accommodate his exploration.

He leans down to pepper kisses across your collarbone and up your neck. You shiver as his breath brushes against your ear, voice deep, soft and oh so convincing, "Come on, baby. You can give me one more, right?"

When he sweet talks you like that, how can you do anything but what he wants?

[voidcat]

making hot chocolate with togame where he gets whipped cream on his hand but you grab his wrist before he goes to the sink and just lick it off so he cheekily smears some on his lips on purpose to bait you into a kiss

The next time hot chocolates are made, he adds a decent amount of whipped cream to his. One sip in and his nose is covered in white, sweet, poofy mess already and before he can raise a hand “my nose feels wet…” you lean in and peck him on the nose- licking the cream in the process as well

A second time and a third… each time the amount of whipped cream increases and the smear of it goes south- one peculiar time you cannot stifle a laugh with how it resembles a mustache.

Now don’t get it wrong, Togame loves your laugh, how your eyes crinkle with joy, how your chest moves up and down with each breath, how with each laugh his heart beats in sync but he is confused as to why this is happening now. Only to feel the odd difference of heat on his face and do the math-

And so he brings the mug to his lips and angles it a tad dangerous. You’re certain some will spill but instead, with the mug lowered back on the table, you’re met with a smug Jo with his lopsided grin, faking a glance around. “Ah, no napkins nearby. Guess you’ll have to help me clean up.”

And you more than happily oblige, the hot chocolate tasting like Jo, hearty laughs and love

[artzyjo]

hello im new here and........New frans idea AntiError sans x Error frisk

Error sans is the opposite of error and was made by AVJ

Ayo! Hereeeeee's your order! This is actually the 2nd time that I drew these lovelies! ≥w≤

So hope you like this! And have a great time in this community! 0w0

[jksian]

need that new update 💔

Don't worry! I'm working on it:⁠-⁠) and hopefully, I'll be able to post it soon! But, in the mean time, how about we get to know each other a little bit? I'm new on Tumblr so I would like to know people and make some friends🤍

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

tiger undead/jo hikaru from blade?

She's so so cool aahaha!

[1800-fight-me]

the way I would make old man logan keep his reading glasses on so I can watch them fog up🙂‍↕️

ANYWAY—

PLEASE

no because they would keep fogging up and sliding down his nose and he would get so frustrated and want to rip them off. like he wants to see you but the damn things keep getting in the way and it irritates him that he even needs the stupid glasses but you coo at him that he looks so handsome with them on and that you love your old man. it fills him with warmth and affection he doesn’t know how to express other than to make you come harder than ever before then fill you utterly and completely.

fuck. sorry i need him bad.

[ma1dita]

new charlie content new charlie contest and he looks great jwkwkabhdi

*sighs* IM UP.

what a way to start my morning

[jolalibrary]

knockin’ down a wall

frankie morales x f!reader

frankie is knocking down a wall and you’re… admiring (mature, but no smut) || drabble. unedited. written on my phone.

@msjarvis says; Knocking down walls… maybe during a hot summer day… him wearing a utility belt low on the hips… biceps bulging every time the hammer hit the wall… sweating a whole lot for the effort… and also swearing under his breath a whole lot for the effort… and at the end he lifts the hem of the tank top for messily wiping his forehead.. which consequentially lead to have a peek of his tummy and happy trail……. 🫢 *cough* or also.. you know.. maybe measuring… it sound “safer”.. 😬

It’s hot. Sweltering.

Drops of perspiration collect at the base of your spine as your hand does its best to fan the warmth from your face.

Your ears have stopped ringing.

The dust is settling, resting along the floor as the plastic sheets covering the furniture do their best to put up a fight and not let any seep in. It, like you and him, battling against the suffocation from the increasing temperature.

But, that’s not why your throat is dry. Why you’ve been rendered useless other than grabbing him a drink.

The cause of both of those things is due to the man swallowing water. Droplets running from the glass and cascading down his dirt-covered fingers, trailing a path along his sweat-beaded neck.

Swallowing, your tongue feels heavy, practically double its usual size.

A sudden desperation inside of you to lick the water that’s on his jugular; trace the tip along the vein that keeps pulsating as his chest rises and falls quickly and heavily.

You try to drag your eyes away, but find they hover on a new home. A space where the tool belt is slung at his waist—his beloved tools dusted with remnants of the wall that had come down. The weight of the belt is forcing his trousers to hang a little lower.

It’s why you’re not staring at the rubble, the mess or the ruin, but instead at the showcased curls that lead from his happy trail to a place where you only ever find happiness. Eyes lingering on his waist, on the soft curve of his stomach you’re able to catch a glimpse of—

“You’re staring.”

“I am, Morales. You look…”

“Sweaty?”

Smirking, you flick your eyes up. Just catching him grabbing a fistful of the end of his own t-shirt, tugging it up, groaning into the fabric as he unveils more of his soft stomach, his chest, wiping sweat from his face that stains against the fabric when he lets it drop back into place.

“You look hot.”

His eyes, all brown—round—look to you all shimmering with surprise and a layer of disbelief.

Because he doesn’t know that you’ve not done whatever it is you promised him—your eyes have only been trained on the way his arms flex as he launched the mallet at the wall.

Frankie doesn’t understand that the grunts, hisses and under-the-breath fucks have done nothing but make arousal pool between your thighs.

Licking your lips, you stand, thighs clenched together. “You look good knocking down my wall, Morales.”

Smirking, he wipes his forehead with his forearm, eyes narrowing for a second, before he drops the mallet to the floor—a thud resounding, vibrating out across the room.

“Think you should strip, baby. Too hot for clothes, don’t ya think?”

You blink. Processing. Before you realise his words.

Then, you barely finish nodding before your top is over your head and he’s closing the gap, pulling you flush against him by your hips.

[nichoswag]

could you do prompt #17 with jo from &team?

couch . asakura jo

prompt: "don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents."

pairing: bf!jo x gn reader

warnings: kissing, a bit of making out, neck kisses, mentions of hickeys, wandering hands but nothing really sexual, cursing

song rec: ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted! enjoy ♡

you and your boyfriend are watching a movie in the living room at your house. you're cuddled up into his side while he holds you with one arm, fully focused on the movie.

as you admire jo's face, a voice interrupts you. "well hey there, lovebirds," your mom calls from the doorway. "honey, i'm headed to the store. need anything?"

you blush at her catching you in a vulnerable moment and shake your head no.

"alrighty then. don't do anything stupid."

jo watches as your mom walks out the door and then turns to you with a mischievous grin, leaning into you. "your mom's gone for at least an hour and your dad's at work? right?"

you nod, not understanding what he's getting at.

he leans in closer, nearly on top of you now. "so we're all alone...?"

"oh." you finally understand, now donning a grin of your own. "wanna make out?"

a few moments later you're being pressed into the couch by your boyfriend's larger body. his lips are moving in sync with yours in a heated kiss, his hands roaming your sides but stopping at your hips.

you both pull away to breathe and he moves down a bit to access your neck. he begins pressing feather-light kisses along your collarbone, and then you feel his teeth sink in.

he has to physically hold you down so you'll stop squirming as he bites and sucks little patches along your neck and collarbone.

"jo- don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents." you squirm your upper body more as he holds you down by your shoulders. he hums in acknowledgement against your skin.

you grip the collar of his t-shirt and pull him back up to connect your lips with his again. he cups your face gently and deepens the kiss.

just as you're about to return the favor and kiss his neck, you hear the door open. you pull him down onto you.

"pretend you're sleeping," you whisper frantically.

"i forgot my phone-" your mother cuts off as she sees your state, but she doesn't comment on how odd it is that you've both fallen asleep after just being awake a few minutes ago. you hear a quiet "aw" and the snap of a cell phone camera before the door closes again.

jo opens his eyes and winks at you.

you slap his chest and he flinches. "we almost got caught, you menace."

"oh, you know you enjoyed that. stop complaining."

©nichoswag | do not copy my work or repost onto any other platform.

[voidcat]

Squabbling in the grocery aisle with Togame because he wants the original flavor while you want to try the new festive flavors that were just released.

“You’re goin’ to end up not liking it and then I’ll have to eat the rest.”

“No, I will like it and I will eat it.”

Walking from aisle to aisle, your expressions shift in accordance with each description you read, imagining the tastes without even realizing.

Hand still in the air, your eyes roam amd roam and mindlessly you grab few items, drop them to the cart without eve batting an eye.

At the sight, Togame snorts, how concentrated you look like solving some big 1000-year-mystery, your nose scrunchs up or your eyes shine with gleam, how you lick your lips as a reflex if it's a particular flavor meant to be mouth watering...

The thud of the items dropped to the shopping cart, Togame shoots the flavors a look and can feel a shudder working its way through his body at the words. Bumping his hip to yours, he brushes his hand against yours and grabs the original flavor, just shooting you a cheeky grin when you whip your head his way, all the while he puts back the festive flavor as your attention is focused on his face.

"Jo..." you drag his name like preparing for a scold, only deepening his expression, like a kid who thinks he didn't do anything wrong. "Yes, my dear?"

"What do you think you're doing?" you say, as you go and reach for the same box he had just put back. Shoot, so you did notice that huh?

As your hand lowers, he places his on top and steadily moves your hand back up again, putting the same box back, again.

“You’re goin’ to end up not liking it and then I’ll have to eat the rest.” he says as he holds your hand in his and slowly pushes the shopping cart to the next aisle with his elbow.

You roll your eyes at his discreet and all too relaxed air. With a huff, you take your hand back only to cross your arms and mutter: “No, I will like it and I will eat it.”

At your pout, he lets out a laugh, gently flicking at your arm, "Sure you'll darlin'. Now lemme be the hero and save us both from a tedious stomach cramp."

Rolling your eyes at the word 'hero' again, you remain your composure, refusing to give in even the smallest hint of a smile. Still, Togame seems to know you inside out no matter what. Bumping his shoulders to yours, he gives you a smile. "C'mon, let's go home. I think I promised someone cuddles, no?"