#a lil break from the art requests

[nell0-0]

It's been some time since I last drew anything pkmn related... Huh

[clockworkreapers]

Tales From The Gas Station Vol 3

[llumimoon]

psst hey :] I'm opening up drawing requests!! Not a 100% guarantee I'll do all of them, but I miss drawing a lot and it helps to have some prompts to get the art juice flowing <3 I'll be open to requests for the next three days :3c

[sugarverse]

Hiii! I was wondering if I could request either long or short fic about Tenya Iida. Likes it can be set in a modern setting where's he's a senior college student who's majoring in business and he has to take one more class to get his degree. It just so happened that the class is in the art building, and it is figure drawing (aka nude drawing) . Since he's just now hearing of the extra class he has to take, he's suddenly shocked when the model is an old friend of his from back home, whom he had a childhood crush on. Not only does his feelings for her come back, but he also has to have 1 on 1 section with the model for educational purposes. I kinda want it to be smut and fluff or however you see it fit. Anyway, I hope it's enough+

hi babe! omg I love this idea I kinda went a lil crazy and made it way too long. I hope u enjoy :)!!

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

word count: 3.5k

mentions of: This is really just the fluff portion of it, kinda suggestive bc he pops a boner and leads to sex in part two. I think I’m going to make a third part simply so the two of you can go on a genuine date andsotheresmoreiidaxblackreaderouthere.

a/n: hells yeah that’s enough, hopefully I did what ya asked and so sorry I went overboard I have serious problems. here’s the smut part bc a 6.7k fic is doing too damn much but i can’t stfu my fault gang

moodboard here!

Tenya Iida.

4th year, Senior in college majoring in International Business and minoring in Spanish at Angelwood College of Arts and Sciences.

The visual arts building had only been a few minutes away from the business side of campus, which he gladly enjoyed the walk. This spring all he needed to finish was two gen ed classes, the rest revolved around his major and minor. His counselor helped set up his ‘missing’ classes before winter break considering he had to fly back to Japan to see his family for the holidays. He was ecstatic to learn all he needed was an art class with lab and a communications class. 

When he asked what the class entailed, all he was met with was “beginner artists learning anatomy.” It didn’t sound difficult, just draw what you see. It would be nice to try something new anyway. He was not much of an artist but like all things Tenya does, he planned to give this class his all. The first week had been pretty easy, learning how to draw what you see with the use of models, shapes, and lines. Nothing too hard to follow. He would practice drawing his friends on the sketchpad he bought specifically for the class as a form of studying in the free time he had.

He neverminded it for the most part, excelling his knowledge in different countries in his free time to get better at his major. Sure they could teach you the technical way to do things, but in the end, everyone is still human. It would be inconsiderate to do business with a country and know little to nothing about their culture! It took almost two weeks for him to finally be able to even start the art project anyway.

As time went on and the January snow grew less and less, it was time to start their first real project of the semester. One on One figure drawing. The class needed to fill out a form explaining their free hours due to the limited art space and everyone's different schedules. Tenya happily filled it out when it was posted, continuing to work on class work from the library so that the lecture room could also be used for said project.

Their professor had explained that in-person class would remain on Mondays and Thursdays. It just worked out better for the models and students to have so much space.

He made the small walk over to the arts building for his last class of the day, a small shine in his glasses as he entered the white light of the room. The walls were anything but bare, artwork and unfinished projects sat in every corner of the room. Paint racks, canvases big and small, even stacks of unused clay. There was a stool sitting on a small platform in the middle of the room, assuming where the model will sit. 

He stood next to the stool for a moment, looking up at the grey February sky through the skylight. The natural lighting was great, almost like a spotlight. He adjusted the lights in the room a moment, dimming them slightly so the white light hadn’t been so harsh on his eyes. He headed over to a more organized table, setting out the art supplies how he liked. He knew he was early, but he wanted to make a good first impression. What’s better than being on time?

He pulled out his laptop, checking that the few assignments for today were done and submitted. A small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he hadn’t finished something completely, typing in the last few answers. He always double checked, technology was reliable.. When it wanted to be. He couldn’t hear the shuffle of slippers against the floor over his typing and frankly, loud thinking. 

He could see someone walk past in a teal robe representing the university's colors. Glancing up from the computer to give the model a proper hello, Tenya opens his mouth to speak but pauses. 

“Y/n?” He asked, almost in a whisper in case he was wrong. A small look of confusion caused him to tilt his head to the side slightly. He hadn’t been able to see you for awhile with such busy schedules, but he knew your silhouette by heart. 

You turn at the sound of your name, mid sliding off the slippers and fumbling with the gold silk of the belt. “Tenya?” You smile, asking as you turn to slide your shoes back on and quickly shuffle your way over to him. He felt his face burn red, frozen in place for a moment with his jaw slack. He stood as if needing to detach from the seat, smiling at your happy demeanor and your quickness to wrap your arms around him. 

“It is you! I know those shoulders from anywhere!” You beamed, feeling his hovering hands slowly place themselves on your back to return the hug. He was very hesitant, simply because you were only in a robe. You pull away, hands resting on your hips and giving him a big smile. “Now what are you doin’ taking a figure drawing class, Mister businessman?”

He let out a sheepish chuckle, “I needed an art credit, W-What are u doing here?” He never had any classes with you at Angelwood, A few honors classes and gym in highschool but other than that, nada. Throughout the course of growing up, your interests drove you to different classes. 

However, classes don't matter when your families are as close as yours and the Iida family. Shared Holidays, playdates, game nights.. It wasn’t like you were some stranger. You both always made time to hang out a few times during the year to catch up without the family just to give a real check on each other. It was his favorite, almost like a mini holiday to talk to you.

He loved spending time with you. You were smart, articulated and incredibly creative. You never took slack from anyone.. Even in middle school he can remember you being the one to stand up and say something when things weren’t right. You were headstrong and determined in anything that you did.. Art majors always get a lot of grief but you never let that deter you. And that was admirable in itself! ..And he had always thought you were so pretty. 

He felt like a kid again, heart feeling as if it’d beat out of his chest at the mere sight of you. It had been around Halloween the last time he saw you, and here it was. Almost Valentine's day.. Still as pretty and bright as he remembered. Your next hangout wasn't for another month or so, so it was nice to see you sooner than that.

“I'm your model, silly!” You head over to the stool, continuing to speak. “The art department asked if I’d help in modeling and I said yes! People were too scared to sign up for the most part. I’m surprised this is the class you picked. Did you want to learn how to draw people?” You slide your slippers off once more, untying the cute bow on your hip that held your robe shut. 

Suddenly the room was very hot and he couldn't breathe. Now his heart really WAS beating out of his chest. He quickly did a 180, shielding his eyes and removing his glasses for extra measure. “WHY– do yoU have.. nothing on underrrrneath?” He croaked, voice cracking as his tone raised slightly.

You tilt your head at such a question, the gears clicking a little later than they should have. “Figure drawing is um.. Nude drawing, Tenya. You didn't know that?” You slide the robe back on, giggling at the flustered man across from you. You could see his shoulders tense, shaking his head slowly.

Now how the fuck could he have missed that.

“I um.. No, I didn't. I thought that it was.. I don't know what I thought. My counselor picked it for me and I.. Most models we've used so far have.. had skin colored undergarments… On.” He let out a nervous laugh, keeping his glasses off. He turns around, cleaning them with the end of his shirt but refusing to look up at you. He needed to mentally prepare his brain to be professional in a situation like this. Not that he minded the glance, he just never thought this would be how..

You prop your feet onto the edge of the stool, interrupting his thought. You held your knees up to your chest so he couldn’t see anything but your bare legs. “Oh Ten, I’m sorry! I can ask someone else to-”

“No! I am perfectly.. capable. It's professional and I can be.. professional..” He put his glasses back on, hand refusing to be steady as he did so. He let out a shaky sigh, smiling at you and finally looking at you once more.

You let out a small laugh at the blush on his cheeks. He was so handsome, but to see him so flustered over little ol’ you? It made your week. “We can start slow, that might help.” you slide the robe down your shoulders, slowly putting your legs back down so he could see your robed torso once more. You stopped at the top of your breasts, letting your collarbone show. “Do you have any specific poses..?” You ask quietly, trying to hold back your amusement.

He sits down, red faced and completely flushed. A nude model.. jeez. From sleepovers to recess, studying together to graduating, and now almost graduating for the final time together. That's something you don’t get to have in every lifetime. But why do these thoughts keep coming back to him now? 

There was no way he could still have romantic feelings for you. He’d never put your friendship at risk like that!

..right?

“I um.. yeah, small.” He cleared his throat, “Could you um.. Could you stand slightly off of the um.. Almost like getting up?” He fumbled over his words, staring at the empty paper as if he could burn the quick image in his brain onto the page to get the embarrassment over with. He sighed once more, trying to focus as he began sketching circles and lines as a starter sketch of the pose he wanted.

“When you need to draw a certain part I'll move it, Sound fair?” You ask, resting one foot onto the stool and one onto the ground. Your hand gripped the seat as your butt sat on the edge, similar to when people do that supposedly hot thing where they throw their head back and pull some weird rope to have water get poured on them. 

It was second nature at this point for people to see you. Of course some of them were flustered and it was pretty awkward at first, but normally not to the point of stuttering and stammering. It wasn’t often that you saw Tenya fall apart, but this was way different. Especially considering you flashed him without warning. He was one of the most endearing people you had ever met, there was no way you would have done that without proper context.

He could only nod in response, not wanting to further make a fool of himself. Lightly tapping the pencil against the table, He looks up at you. “You can um.. re.. remove the top part, y/n..” It was hard to simply draw your arms and collarbone without including the robe, so you might as well rip the band-aid off and start with the top. 

You nod, dropping it happily and letting the robe pull around your hips and between your legs. You close your eyes, facing up toward the skylight in an attempt to make him less nervous. “Sorry for flashing you at first, I would have explained but I assumed you had already known..?” You laugh quietly to yourself at your own mistake. Why would someone like him even take this class if he knew what it actually entailed?

And God, did he feel like a pervert staring at your chest like this. The boner poking his thigh almost immediately didn't help, making it even harder to concentrate. Way to keep composure. He pressed his lips together for a moment before speaking. “I had no idea, I’m sorry for my r..reaction.” He answered, stopping the pencil tapping to actually begin sketching more than just circles and lines. He hadn’t meant to yell, but he felt like he was close to passing out. 

“I think it was a pretty valid one.” You send a reassuring smile his way, seeing him send you one right back. Trying to ease the mood, you look back up at the ceiling and close your eyes to avoid staring at the ugly overcast sky above you. “How was winter break? You get to go home and see your family? How are they?” 

His smile grew wider at your question, scooting under the desk a bit more so that you hopefully wouldn’t notice his body reacting. “They’re great, Tensei is getting married soon,” He sounded excited at the thought alone, incredibly proud of his brother. 

“And my mother has started a hobby making soap, if you can believe it. She sent me some to bring back one that smells like lavender and another that smells like oranges mixed with I believe she said papaya.? She made a coconut smelling one for you– I was going to give it to you the next time we saw each other,” 

The sound of his sketching stopped and started as he spoke, giving your body small glances as he tried to study each part of your upper torso. The way your stomach creased, The way your shoulder was slightly lifted causing your collarbone to be more prominent, the curve of your breasts.. “How was your Holiday, y/n?”

“No way, Tensei is getting married?!” You accidentally stop posing, fully facing him in genuine shock. The robe was still covering your lower half, you had tied the belt to avoid accidentally flashing him again but here we are. You watch his face become even more red, eyes very obviously not meeting yours but still like a deer in headlights. 

You quickly get back to posing how you were, “Sorry Ten, That's amazing!! I hope everything goes smoothly for him and his soon to be wife.. And tell your mommy I said thank you for thinking of me. I can't wait to try it!”

A smile stayed on your lips as you thought about the times you’ve spent in the Iida household. His mother always had the best candles and incense burning, you were positive the soap would be the same. “My family is up to the same old shit, you know them..” You let out a small groan, the holidays weren’t an absolute disaster, but after not being home so long makes you remember why you aren’t going to school anywhere near home. 

“I did get some cool stuff for Christmas though! I got some new clothes and they got me a few art kits. You know, where it teaches you how to crochet? I also have a new diamond painting kit, I haven't opened either yet because it's just been so busy.” You replied, tapping your fingers on the side of the stool where your hand sat. 

You look up once more, this time because the skylight was beginning to be covered in snow. You watched as it fell, thinking back to old times when you and Tenya would spend the last three major holidays with each other. You’d always make sure to trick or treat together, your families have been sharing Thanksgiving for as long as you can remember, and spending the night in your basement on Christmas eve to wait for Santa until you were both too old. Then instead of waiting for Santa, you’d all eat at least one meal together on Christmas day. Sometimes homemade breakfast, other times a small trip to IHOP or Waffle House.

“God damn it.. It’s snowing again..” You let out a small laugh, looking over at him over your shoulder, fingers still tapping away at the base of the stool. “Hey Ten, Do you remember when we used to have those big snowball fights? The one near Red Fern?” 

“Of course I do! You refused to wear any kind of gloves and my mother would make you at least put socks on your hands so you didn’t get frostbite!” The two of you shared a small laugh at the memories of being young and dumb.

“Gloves always made my hands too itchy! They still do– But I kicked your ass in snowball fights with gloves or not.” You retort, a smirk appearing on your face. “Ice queen y/n of everything.” You could remember the insane snowball fights the neighborhood kids would have every. time. It snowed. If there was enough to make a few snowballs, there was enough to start a war. Tenya was always on your team, but it never stopped you from throwing a few his way. The ‘winner’ was King or Queen of the hill and first to sled down, which often enough was you.

“Remember when you almost broke my glasses throwing one right at my face?” He snickered, watching your smirk turn into a small pouty frown. He knew you didn’t mean to, that same day you helped your mom make cookies for him and his family as an apology, even though he wasn’t upset to begin with. But you knew it could have broken his glasses and you would be devastated if you were the reason for it. You were a real sweetheart, even if you had a weird way of showing sometimes.

“Hey! You know that wasn’t on purpose, I felt really bad after! I even let you get me back!” Which was true, but he never aimed for your face. Always a spot on your fluffy coat, never your legs because you hated your pants being wet… and a face shot just felt wrong to him. 

“Yeah, Yeah. I remember that part too,” He smiled to himself. “Those were really good times.. I remember Tensei always bringing us hot chocolate and we’d sit on your porch and draw things in the snow..”

“Oh! And when we’d come back all wet and mom already had spare clothes in her hands because she didn’t want it on the carpet. We’d put on too big clothes just to sit and watch Christmas movies..” You missed those times. But they never really had to stop, you two could have a huge snowball fight after this if you wanted to and the snow stuck. Was he too grown for that? Would it even sound fun to him?

“Do you still watch A Year Without Santa Clause every year?” He asks, breaking your train of thought. You nodded quickly at his question, grinning like a maniac. “Of course I do! And I watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas, Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.. And sometimes Spongebob's Christmas Special. Do you still watch old Christmas cartoons?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t wanna ruin tradition.” He answered, pressing his lips together slightly as he stared down at the paper. You can tell he freezes a bit, the sound of his scribbling coming to a stop. He set the pencil down, rubbing the sweat of his hands onto his thighs.

 “You can um.. remOove-..” He quickly cleared his throat, “The rest.” He let out a disappointed sigh at his inability to keep composure. This wouldn't be half the problem it was if it was someone else modeling. But this is you we're talking about. 

“You sure? If you need a minute we can take a break, honey.” You gave him a sympathetic look, still smiling but this time more.. warm. The kind of smile someone gives to another when they genuinely care for them. Or love them for that matter. He adored it, it was the same smile you'd give him when saying he needs to take a break, the same smile you give him when the two of you out to get coffee and catch up. The same smile he's fallen for many, many times. 

But to tell you the truth? It’s driving him crazy. All of this. Was driving him crazy. No matter how hard he tried to be professional, he could stop his wandering mind. You were a goddess. What else was there to do besides take a break and hopefully release some steam in the bathroom or something. Completely inappropriate, but the pain from being hard for so long was starting to cloud the best judgment. 

He looks down at the sketch so far, then back to you as he rubbed his hand upward against his face. It pushed his glasses up, causing them to be crooked when going back down. “I um.. I think I do.. need a minute.” His voice died out as he watched you slide the robe back on, words failing him because couldn’t think completely straight.

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[slashersdaddy]

Hiii! How would slashers react if their usually soft s/o ask them to kill someone for whatever reason?

OOOOHH I LOVE this idea!! give me a sec to whip something up!! (Post production edit: I'm so sorry it took so long! I had a long spell of creative rut!)

VARIOUS SLASHERS WITH SOFT S/O ASKING THEIR PARTNER TO KILL SOMEONE FOR THEM!

Includes: Jason, Micheal, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Charles Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger

AS ALWAYS MDNI! I AM AN 18+ PAGE! THANK YOU!

Jason Voorhees:

Jason was confused to say the least- you WANTED him to kill someone? What did that bastard do?

When you first come to Jason, your usually cheerful face set in grim determination, and almost resignation- he feared the worst, that you wanted to leave him.

But when you uttered the question, when you asked him to kill someone- his already dead heart felt like it may break again- what did they do? Why did you feel the need for him to kill them?

Does he need to make them suffer? How badly did they hurt you?

It may be overwhelming how many questions he asks (signs) you.

Of course in the end he will of course kill the person- if for nothing else than because he cares for you and your mental health.

He will set you up all cozy before he leaves to do the deed, leaving you with blankets and movies and hot cocoa.

Michael Myers:

No questions asked- he is out the door.

dont even expect to be able to explain WHY you want this guy/girl dead- he will already be grabbing his weapon and heading for the door.

Of course he will make it especially painful- they hurt his S/O after all.

But once its done, he'll slink home, wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face in your neck, still bloodied from the asshat who DARED make you upset.

And of course he would cuddle you close, silently holding you and stroking your tummy, low growls are expected if you try to get up at all.

he probably will keep you home for the next few weeks- for your 'protection'

and he does mean it!!!

he wants you safe!!

Even in his own fucked up way <3

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent will pause- eyes scanning you- thinking perhaps it was a joke

you HAD to be joking right?

but when he realized you weren't his stomach turned-

what the hell had this bastard done? clearly he didn't DESERVE to be immortalized- so of course Vincent wouldn't use him at all in his art

rather making Lester 'dispose' of the body quietly

he would make it painful- violent; much more than usual

Once the deed is done he will coddle you, showing you little sculptures, or if you are interested in art- draw and paint with you, his watchful gaze never leaving you- you were his messiah, his god/dess you were his everything-

he would make sure you were safe.

even though he would usually leave this to his brother, it's personal now

Lester Sinclair

Now Lester, he's taken off gaurd by this request, you his sweet lil angel cakes are asking him to off someone?

But of course he won't tell you no.

He will make sure to get his Bowie knife all ready to 'take ojt the trash'

He will ask how painful it should to be

If your crying when you ask, even more reason for him to make that bastard suffer worse than they made you suffer.

Bo Sinclair

Bo doesn't ask anymore questions.

All he needs to know is when where and who.

Of course he will make it painful

And of course he will make the fucker suffer, maybe he will even remove a few fingers to torture them.

He wants his partner happy, so hearing you ask him to kill someone sent him off the fucking rails.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba sees red

Why would you of all people want someone dead?

Unless they hurt you real bad.

That makes him really angry

He doesn't like the idea of you being hurt, let alone someone else hurting you so bad you don't want them alive anymore.

It will be painful

And slow

He knows how to kill fast, so it stands to reason if he doesn't hit vital points he can make them suffer longer

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy sees red, very similar to bubba

Except he will put on a full on manhunt for the fucker

Using more phycological methods first, stalking them like prey

Before snatching them up and ending them brutally

Charles Lee ray

An excuse to kill some sad mother fucker? Gladly.

But when he sees the tears in your eyes, the way you are shaking, it's personal.

It isn't any longer something to waste time.

This fucker hurt his partner.

This bastard dated touch what was his.

Honestly he will probably fillet the fucker

Freddy Krueger

He won't make it easy.

He will torment the bastard for weeks in their dreams before finally striking.

And of course he won't let you forget that you asked him to kill someone

Of course he is worried, he doesn't fully grasp what the sudden change was about, but he doesn't mind killing for you.

[slushfaerie]

can you pleaseee write a small lil fic about christmas eve with Art? im still in the christmas spirit and NEED something to read, it can be nsfw or sfw i dont mind!!

thank youuoyoy

hiiiii kicking my feet rn this is the first writing ask request i’ve gotten on this blog. thank you for sending it in ily :( and late merry christmas/happy holidays to you <33

ᯓ❆⋆ the idea of art on christmas eve being a sweetie with his grandmother and you joining in on their traditions but being desperate to touch you..i couldn’t help myself..

fem!reader, stanford era. word count: 803 - sfw til below the cut 🤍

you’d met art donaldson when you were paired up together to work on a project for your general education class on greek mythology. 

the project had wrapped up, but he’d kept making up excuses to be able to see you, saying he needed more help. it was the oldest trick in the book, but art was persistent. and now you were his.

it was winter break and art had invited you to come with him to his grandmother’s for christmas. your parents were really leaning into the whole empty-nester thing - were going to be in Prague for the holiday. and no one should be alone for christmas eve, in his opinion. 

art came from a huge christmas tradition family. he cooks dinner with his grandmother and helps her decorate the tree by putting up the ornaments on the branches she can’t reach. bakes them cookies to share while they watch charlie brown christmas every in their pajamas on christmas eve every year. 

and it was like a dream come true for art, having you here, sharing in these traditions with him. he holds your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles as you sit on the couch, admiring the soft glow of the christmas lights on your face, a sweet smile on your lips as you chatted with his grandmother in pajamas of your own.

she likes you, he can tell. even has art set up the futon in the spare room for you before she turns in for the evening. insisted it was way comfier than the couch.

art gives your forehead a sweet kiss goodnight before helping his grandmother to her room. 

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you’re relaxing in the floral-smelling sheets and hand-crocheted blankets on the futon in the guest room when there’s a knock on your door. 

“come..in?” you say, unable to help a snort. whoever could it be.

“don’t you know santa only comes if you go to sleep?” art’s voice rings through the room as he opens the door, a soft grin on his face as you roll your eyes at him.

“you comfortable? need anything?” art says, chewing at the skin of his fingers.

you look up at him with a smile. well, you could think of a few things. “just…grateful to spend tonight with you both. your grandmother’s so cute.” 

art just smiles as he settles down next to you. “glad you think so. she likes you.” 

he turns to face you, wrapping his arms around you. “didn’t have the heart to tell her there was no need to make up the guest bed." plays with a lock of your hair. "she can be a little...traditional.” 

there’s a beat as art tilts his head at you with crinkled eyes, his long lashes fluttering shut as he leans down to pull you into a searing kiss.

and kissing art donaldson was all-consuming. he licks into your mouth and tastes like snickerdoodles, running his hands over your body like he never wants to let you go. can even feel him smiling against your lips as his hand wanders under the hem of your shirt before peeling it upwards.

you can’t hold back your gasp as he descends on you, peppering your neck with wet kisses. art lets out a single pitying chuckle.

“shhh…”

art kisses down your sternum before capturing the bud of one of your nipples between his lips, teasing the other with his fingertips. your hands clutch at the shirt on his back before wandering the muscled planes beneath it, trying in earnest to keep quiet. he swirls his tongue around your peak, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his pants as you squirm under his attention.

art gives you a wicked look as he has to muffle your noises with one of his hands. 

“never clocked you as one for the naughty list baby..but making these kinds of sounds in my grandmother’s home?” he clicks his tongue as he descends even further, pulling down your pajama pants and panties, revealing you to him.

art descends on your pretty pussy, lavishing your clit with adoring attention in tandem with his teasing fingers in your cunt, curling just right until you’re fluttering around them, tugging on his golden curls. even then, he doesn’t let up, not even one bit.

“you realize how hard i’ve had to try to keep my hands to myself tonight? been going fucking crazy...” he whispers, voice gravely, rubbing soothing shapes on the skin of your legs as you come undone for him so prettily.

oh that poor, poor baby. 

there’s a look of exaggerated sympathy on your face as you catch your breath, smile deceptively angelic on your lips as you reach a gentle hand down to palm at his cock straining through his boxers. art lets out a shuddering exhale as you maneuver to let him rest on the futon, tugging at his waistband as you hold his gaze.

you give him a wicked look of your own.

“what was that about the naughty list?”

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[botboots]

Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :] 

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

[kaybug88]

Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Teacher!Reader

December 17th:

Shoto Todoroki x Teacher!Reader

"How much did this cost?" "Besides the point, do you like it?"   "Of course I do.”

Note: No use of Y/N!

TW: Upsettingly cute fluff, use of pet names (Angel, Love)

WC:

Requested: Nope!・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Finally, lunch.

You love your class, truly, you do, but they are wild; so now you're having your very much deserved break at your desk reading the little note Shoto put in your lunch.

Happy 5th anniversary, Angel. Hope your day is just as lovely as you are, and I can't wait to see you for our date tonight. Left you a new dress on our bed, just for my gorgeous girl.

-Love, your Shoto ♡

Smiling at the note, you pull open your wooden desk drawer and place it with the ever growing pile of notes. Even if you made the lunches, he always leaves notes the night before. Thinking over the words ‘Happy 5th anniversary’ is honestly weird, when you started dating he was just approaching top ten on the hero rankings, now, he was sitting proud in the top three. Smiling, you sink your teeth into your meal, a satisfactory hum leaving your lips. Before you know it, lunch is over and your students are piling into their seats. Putting a piece of gum in your mouth, you get up and get ready to start your personal favorite subject with this class; art. 

“Alright, who’s ready for some art?”

You ask your excited kindergarteners who’re all very clearly excited for some time to draw, even if you can’t tell what they’re drawing half the time. After getting the excited kids to quiet down, you continue.

“Today, we’ll be drawing. . . Heroes!”

You said happily, which caused the kids to cheer louder. You chuckle as they break out into their own little conversations about what to draw.

“I’m gonna draw Deku! He’s the best!”

“Nu-uh! Ururavity is better!”

“You’re both wrong, obviously Dynamight is the best!”

“I think Shoto is the best.”

“Chargebolt and Red Riot are awesome!”

“What about Creati? She’s amazing!”

You chuckle at hearing your students converse as you set out paper, crayons, colored pencils, and markers before walking back to the front of the class.

“Alright, everyone! Eyes up front.”

You say to the class, which almost every pair of big eyes turn to you. You clap your hands and prepare to talk.

“Now, I have a very big secret. Think you guys can keep it if I tell you?”

You say, getting eager nods and courses of yeses.“Alright. Well, I have a very special friend who can get your drawings to your favorite heroes to sign for you,  but in order for them to sign it, I need you all to be very good for the rest of the week. How does that sound?”

The children go berserk. They all get so excited at the fact you can get their lil’ ol’ kindergartner drawings signed by their favorite pros. How cool! After giving your class a reminder of how they have to be good for their pictures to be signed, they sit back down and get real’ quiet. You have each table send one person up to grab a box of pencils, markers, and a paper for everyone in their group.

You can see each student working hard at their drawings, their little tongues poking out with brows furrowed is both cute and funny to watch.Walking around the room you see multiple drawings of your friends. Lots of Deku, Dynamite, and Shoto, with the occasional sprinkle of Red Riot, Chargebolt, Ururavity, Earphone Jack, and a few others.

-

Grading. How fun. After all your students went home for the day, you had to stay in the class grading. Sure, it wasn't terrible, but it takes away from the time you could be spending picking up the house or getting ready for your date.

Shoot. Your date with Shoto.

You hastily check the clock and notice you've got three hours until your date. Now, that sounds like plenty of time. However, it's not nearly enough time when you include scrolling through Pinterest on makeup that'll match your dress, finding shoes that would look cute, scrolling on social media, showering and doing your hair! Not only that, but there's probably snow and ice on the roads. You quickly check how much grading you’ve got done, and decide you’ve gotten enough done today. 

-

You don’t think you’ve ever gotten home as quickly as you did today. Hastily parking your car, you dash inside, shoes click-clacking against the concrete driveway, that Shoto so kindly shoveled this morning before you left for work, up to your house. You fumble the keys before unlocking the door and dashing up to the room.

Upon entering the room, your jaw drops. The dress is gorgeous. Most gorgeous dress you've ever seen in fact. Brand new golden golden heels are laid next to the long black dress, they're pointed at the front and have a band that rests just above the ankle.

The dress is a whole different story though. It's long, flowy and feels like velvet. The fabric lays off the shoulder and the sleeves are long, golden rhinestones are embedded into the fabric along your cleavage and sleeves. There's a high slit that reaches about mid-thigh. On the chest of the black dress is a gold necklace and a thick golden ring.

You feel as though you can't breathe, not one bit. Carefully, you run your fingers over the delicate cloth. You let out a shaky breath before pulling out your phone to text Shoto.

Smiling to yourself, you grab your charger before heading to the bathroom to begin getting ready. Getting ready for your date tonight has got to be one of the most exciting things, and nerve-wracking things you've done in a while. Shoto was right, the dress fit you perfectly. Tight in all the right places, while keeping it classy. You almost cried at one point because of how pretty you looked, key word almost. After you're done getting ready, you feel as though this would be a perfect opportunity for a picture after walking back into your shared bedroom.

-

When Shoto arrives, exactly at the time he told you, you're scrolling on your phone. You haven't been here long, no more than ten minutes.

“Hello, love.”

He greets as he sits down across from you. He looks so good in a suit, it's a little upsetting that other women get to see him in it. He must notice that you're staring because he speaks up.

“Did I do something?”

He asks, his face falling ever so slightly.

“What? No, not at all! You just look so handsome.”

You reassure as he sits down. He looks. . . Nervous almost. Is he nervous? You brush it off before starting a conversation.

“How was work today? Saw that chase on the news today while the kids were doing some writing.”

You ask before glancing down at the menu, seeing a long list of salads, sushi, steaks and other amazing sounding foods.

“It was good, that chase was the most eventful thing I did.”

You hum before stealing a look outside the widow you've been seat next to, soft snowflakes beginning to fall.

-

And that's how the whole date goes. He's clearly nervous, and when you tried to ask him if he was alright, he brushed it off and only seemed worse! Why in the world would he be nervous, you've never really seen him nervous before. What in the world could be on his mind?

By the time you’ve left and paid the bill, you’re a little concerned. After you left, Shoto took you to  your favorite garden, and it looks absolutely stunning now that it’s winter. Cherry blossom trees have snow decorating each and ever brach, the small stream below you having froze over. Snow covered fairy lights are strung across traditional Japanese arches made of red wood. No matter your mood or the day, you’re always brought to peace here, and something that makes this place so special is that Shoto asked you to be his girlfriend here.

“Somethin’ on your mind?”

You ask Shoto after a pregnant pause. His steps stutter ever so slightly and you quirk a brow in response. Okay, something is definitely on his mind.

“Actually there is something on my mind.”

He says after letting out a small breath. Neither of you speak until you reach the bridge, exactly where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“What’s goin’ on, Sho?”

You ask a little nervously. He’s clearly having trouble figuring out how to say what he wants from the way his brows furrow and mouth opens and closes ever so slightly.

“So, Angel, do you know why I love you as much as I do?”

You’re shaking. Is he proposing? Is he breaking up with you? Oh dear, is he breaking up with you?!

“Why?”

You ask with a shaky breath, eyes glossing over at the thought of him breaking up with you or proposing. You still can’t quite tell what he’s doing.

“Well, you’re smart. You’re strong. You’re a hard worker. You’re brave. You’re kind. You’re respectful. You aren’t afraid to be yourself. I love how you always look out for others, and I simply can’t get enough of you.”

He goes on to say while slowly going down onto his left knee, a small black velvet box moving from his pocket and to his hand. How hadn’t you seen the imprint of the box?

“Will you marry me?”

You’re shaking and tears are clouding your vision, and you’re more than sure makeup is streaming down your face. 

“Of course! Yes, yes, yes!”

You cried as you got down and hugged him as tightly as you could. You know you’re getting  tears and probably  mascara on his suit, but you couldn’t care less right now.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

A/N: Stop, I actually loved this 🥹🫶

[dood-itsradical]

Cool? Cool.

Pairing: Jake Kim x GN!Reader

Summary: An awkward rendezvous with Big Deal's leader.

Genre/Trope: Friends to enemies to friends to more(?). Non established relationship. Can be viewed as platonic as well.

Warnings: Cussing, self/oc indulgence? (I mostly wrote this for myself), no use of Y/n, MIGHT be OOC Jake (judge them yourself, this my first time writing for Lookism).

A/N: It's been TWO YEARS since I post fanfics so I might be lil stiffy, bare with me chat. I DON'T do request btw!

Masterlist

“Man, so what now? We just…went back to stop being allies?” You questioned bluntly.

It's been a few days since the Hunt for Gun event. Everything went back to how it was. Or some would say, for the better. You weren't exactly on any sides of the crew. Scratch that, you were one of the Workers. And to be fair, you sort of still carry that guilt. Like Samuel, you wanted- no, needed money. Again, scratch that, you aren't exactly like him, God bless. You just have responsibilities at home that need to be taken care of.

Because first of all, being a broke college student got you into this shit and you practically worked your ass for it. You just wanted to pay for your student loans, bills and groceries. Second of all, news flash, Korea ain't as great as influencers described them to be. When you first moved here, you were still expecting the struggles of the norm. Not fighting gangsters. Let alone joining one.

Thirdly, you know basic martial arts. You know what, fuck that. You're actually pretty decent at it. Sparring and training with these dudes around you, paid off. And through the journey you gained friendship, learning to understand different types of people. That includes multiple reality checks, unlocking new traumas as the list goes on. Part of you have thought of the alternatives and the what ifs. While the other half is actually grateful.

“It never has to be that way, you know?” Daniel replied, offering a soft smile.

You wanted to ask if the whole fighting and scheming thing is over, now that Charles Choi is gone. So is the matter of the Red Note. But you keep those questions to yourself, knowing it's far from done when Gun is still alive even if he's in juvie. Besides, he's not the only bad guy they need to watch out for.

You shrugged sheepishly, hands shoving into your pockets. “Right.” Your head turned to the ground for a bit. Daniel senses this and continues, “We're still friends, right?”

You looked up relieved by his words, “Of course. You're cool. You too, Jay.” You added. The blond gave you a big sincere smile as you bent down to pet the puppies. They equally ushered closer for attention. Your expression softened before exhaling.

“Hey.” You started, taking a second to collect your words. “You think Big Deal would diss the hell out of me if I go in their turf? I need to talk to Jake.”

Daniel shrugged back, giving his usual reassuring energy. “I don't think so, after everything. You want us to accompany you there?” You shake your head, mimicking his smile, “I'm good. Thanks though.”

It was by then you found yourself stepping in Big Deal’s street. You weren't a coward, but you still hold respect for each of Four Major Crews. If you are being honest, you didn't even belong here. You're just a person who was caught up with your own personal issues and was left with no options but to use physical violence for your own selfish gain. It wasn't selfish, you told yourself. You just have your own goal and achievement like everyone else.

You were immediately recognised and being semi interrogated by the other Big Deal members due to your sudden and random arrival. You kept your tone as calm as possible. Getting straight to the business and voila! There's Jake.

You muttered a thanks to Jerry before turning to your old friend. Ice breaking sucked, this everyone can relate. But man, you acted like an ex begging to get together with him again. “Sooo……”

You trailed awkwardly, eyes darting everywhere in the room except him. “Big Deal's boss doing paperworks, huh? Guess nobody escaping that.” You tried to humour him, to light up the mood, anything. And luckily, he stifled a chuckle. Or a subtle exhale, you counted it as that either way.

“Yeah, well, it's my responsibility now.” Jake replied, shifting in his chair while leaning back.

To put it simply, you and Jake aren't completely strangers. You two were somewhat colleagues, let's put it that way. You never dare ask about the friendship part. Are you two even friends? Buddies? Amigos?

I mean you're very much aware of Big Deal's history. Jake isn't so secretive, mind you. You've privately met Sinu himself before, good man. You're most definitely familiar with Samuel. And by God, you weren't very fond of him. But you didn't judge him either, and as mentioned, everyone here has a personal goal. You've managed to exchange conversation with him from time to time. If I may say so myself, a LOT. Boy, was he an interesting character.

When you first joined Workers, you were clueless. Eugene offered you good deals. Obviously you hesitated in the begining. You were no fool, you knew what you signed up for. Fortunately for you, you weren't involved too much. You did side jobs, mostly undercover. When Jake finds out, he confronts you. Which actually surprised you. You fought him. You fought everyone else while sticking to the white uniform. Although he can definitely tell you held back at that moment.

“No hard feelings, Jake.” You said back then before getting into stance. You took his hit many times, hardly using your full strength before discovering you were just buying him time to let others finish their business. And he didn't blame you either. He felt bad. Guilty even, that he couldn't offer you better hospitality, better support. And yes, he admits that he was kinda cold back then. He never gets the chance to apologize. But he does now as you basically presence yourself to him.

“You aight? You know, after all the…” You trailed, subtly recalling the recent fiasco. He blinked before nodding, “Just peachy. You?” You nodded back. “Yeah.”

As if it couldn't get any awkward, you were starting to regret showing your face here. On top of that, he wasn't any near being his suave self. He had it fine with the others but with you? There's an unfinished business. He thought it's odd. It's exactly the same scenario that happened between him and Samuel, yet the tension wasn't supposed to be this palpable as far as he know.

“I'm sorry-” You both said in sync, now looking at each other weirdly. Chuckling nervously, you both did it again, “You first. No, you. Not me, you. Fuck.”

Sighing, you both let out small genuine laughters. “No, seriously. You first.” he offered.

You nodded, “No hard feelings, right?”

He smiled, “No hard feelings. It's good to see you again.” You returned the smile, the burden finally left your shoulders. “Same here. You didn't break a bone. I'm not surprised.”

He leaned forward, folding his arms on the desk. His arms bulging through the fabric doesn't go unnoticed. “Well, colour me surprised. You didn't either.” He joked back. His mood has lifted as did yours. You rolled your shoulders, pretending to flex slightly. “I tried.”

“Say,” Your expression turned slightly serious, still with a bit of amusement in your tone. “I guess I owe you a jack of explanation, huh?”

He tilted his head, “Oh? Do you, now? Lemme check.” He pretended to go through his paperworks. You just chuckled, shaking your head at his sense of humour. “Asshole. I'm serious.”

Jake faced you again, “I know. And I'm listening. We can get food while we're at it.”

“Let me guess, my treat?” You raised a brow.

He gets off from his seat, his duty now left abandoned. “C’mon, I'm not a monster.” Slinging his arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the exit.

[another-delta-lover]

Hello!! Delta here!! Coming back from a long break!! :D

^ A lil about my blog:

CRADITS FOR THE HEAVY DIVIDERS: @sister-lucifer // CREDITS FOR THE PFP: @coffeeboys-posts

PLEASE DON'T CALL ME AN ARTISTS!! MAKES ME UNCOMFY!! :( Call me someone that draw or anything else, be creative and have fun about it XD

This blog might contain some unappropiate stuff (swears, slurs [the ones I can say], sex jokes, and so on) but nothing nsfw!!

This is mostly an art blog! I do drawing requests A LOT!! They're open most of the time, but it's always kind to ask first!!

ASKS ARE OPEN most of the time! Say whatever you want idc! If you make me uncomfy I'll tell you or just block you! I'm always open to chat! :)

I get tired often T_T So some days I might not be as active as others, so please don't insist too much about it :(

] DNI!! if you... [ :

.- are a Zionist or Pro-israel, TERF, Proshipper, Trump supporter, are against the LGBTQIA+ community, are a pedofile, or very disrespectful in general!! . If you're any of these, please educate yourself better. If you don't, then block me/DNI. -.

☆My alt blogs!!-

M...myself?- @lil-delta-delticus-guy

My evil self >:] : @another-alpha-hater

My Medic-Bot (and other tf2 robots) RP blog: @the-real-tf2-medicbot

My TF2 heavy and medic ocs RP blog!: @niko-n-frank-mailbox

My new tf2 ocs askblog...: @deltas-team-blog

☆ MY TAGS!!! -

Non art related:

Important stuff- #Deltas megaphone

Reblogs- #Deltas reblogy:3

Mutuals- #Deltas frens

My best friend<3- #Deltas bbf 🇦🇷 @coffeeboys-posts

My best she/her friend!!- #Deltas cloudy fren @darkcloudsatnight

My platonical crush- #Pootis Deltis @pootimedes

Random yappin- #Deltas yappin

Random RAGE/ANGRY yappin- #Deltas AUGH

Vent/Sad yappin- #Deltas cry for help

Asks- #Deltas consulting room

Art related:

Fanarts- #Deltas fangirls

Drawings- #Deltas pencil grabbin

Drawing req- #Deltas requesties:P

Doodles- #Deltas scribblings

Ocs - #Deltas children

SFMs - #Delta thinks he's Valve XD

Extra tags:

Posts about ma family :3 - #Deltas family posts

Me being obssesed with Heavy— #The Flower N The Bear

Alt blogs and I arguing- #Deltas voices getting louder

🇨🇱CHILEAN STUFF WHEN IT'S SEPTEMBER🇨🇱- #Deltas UYUI🇨🇱

OLD TAGS:

Drawings- #Deltas serious pencil grabbin

Doodles- #Deltas random pencil grabbin

Requests- #Deltas mercy on the poor

THIS BLOG'S CURRENT HYPERFIXATION IS:

Team Fortress 2

[ FANDOM TAGS UNDER THE CUT ]---

Tf2- #Deltas men obssesion

UT/DT- #Deltas cringe era

House MD- #Deltas medical malpractice

Mouthwashing- #Deltas Dental Hygiene

Gravity Falls- #Deltas reason to love triangles

Dandy's World- #Deltas fav roblox game

JJBA- #Deltas BUFF GAY men obssesion

I'm Scared A Pixelated Nightmare- #Deltas worst hear me out

SCP- #Deltas scientist complex

DHMIS- #Deltas fav scary series

The Sims 4- #Deltas God Complex

Regretavator- #Deltas WORSE roblox obssesion

Minecraft- #Deltas inner child

TADC- #Deltas YT brain rot

TNMN- #Deltas really unhealthy obssesion

Good Omens(I don't support the writer)- #Deltas june depression

Frankenstein- #Deltas book reading

Some extra fandoms I'm in+ stuff I like that don't have a tag!!-

Untitled Tag Game

Cube Escape

Doors

Mandela Catalogue (I don't support the creator)

Bad Parenting

Life Eater

The Last Of Us game

Cuphead (show and game)

Nimona

Wild Robot

You can always ask me if I like more!! (I always forget XD)

[3ksdee]

had a lil burn out so im taking a break from drawing the art requests

have this old lmk scrbble page while i recover huuuehh

ngl most of them are just shadowpeach lol

okay🏳️‍🌈

[xxspirit]

wow, something different for once?!1??

(He’s been on my mind lately so I wanted to draw him-)

But ya er- Ive been wanting to draw other undertale related things and take a lil break from drawing dreamberry so often

Which I’m not sure what this other undertale stuff is yet exactly so requests are open yayyy!!!!1🎉🎉

I did kinda lie- I do have ONE more dreamberry art I will post(probably the next thing I’ll post after this one) since I’m almost finished with it, but then I’ll be prioritizing requests/asks after that :]

[itspeachyp0p]

The brainrot I have for tattoo artist! Eren is unreal

Notes. Gender neutral! Reader, suggestive, light smut, MDNI.

Tattoo artist! Eren who keeps a sketchbook, pencils and pens on hand for when he gets a new design idea. He gets inspiration everywhere and has versatile style.

Tattoo artist! Eren who’s wall is covered in the most badass designs mixed with cute ones like Sanrio or Studio Ghibli. If past clients let him he keeps copies of the art to hang up.

Tattoo artist! Eren who has a few old stick and poke tatts littering his skin mixed with the professionally done ones on his arms and right calf.

Tattoo artist! Eren who used to practice doing tattoos on Mikasa and maybe two on Armin before he chickened out. He purposely did a shitty one on Jean after the two had some stupid argument over if the tats Eren did on Mikasa were shit or not.

Tattoo artist! Eren who started flirting with you when you came in to schedule an appointment and was set on getting you in his chair.

Tattoo artist! Eren who chuckled when you're so indecisive about where you want to get inked first and goes over every spot from most painful to least. He even tells you about numbing creams to help.

Tattoo artist! Eren who calms you down when you get nervous on the day you’re getting inked, and pulls a few strings to get the private room for you. "Just take a few deep breaths for me, sweetheart. It won't be so bad" is all he tells you in the gentlest voice when putting his gloves on.

Tattoo artist! Eren who gives your thigh a teasing squeeze, def feeling you up a but masking it as just checking out the area to size your tattoo right. He goes through three size choices, running his latex clad fingers over the skin of your thigh.

Tattoo artist! Eren who’s so damn close to touching your ass as he asks you which size of tat you want and waits so patiently for you to decide.

Tattoo artist! Eren who rubs little circles on your hip to soothe you when you start to cry and say it hurts when the tattoo gun starts etching out the design. "Shh, shh, don't hold your breath. You don't have to watch, just lay there and close your eyes."

Tattoo artist! Eren who tries so hard to distract you with talking, little massages, and even lets you hold onto his arm that's resting on your hip but he's thinking about how pretty you look with tears rolling down your face and wonders if he could make you cry in a different way.

Tattoo artist! Eren who tells you with praises about taking it so well and being good when you say you need a break and teasingly asks if a kiss would make you feel better.

Tattoo artist! Eren who's caught off guard but complies when you say yes and he places a few kisses on your face before asking to kiss you on the lips. If you say yes again, you'll be rewarded with the softest kiss, fleeting to tease but it makes you feel better.

When it's done and wrapped, and aftercare is talked over Tattoo artist! Eren gets your number and a date with you later once you're not sore and hurting.

Tattoo artist! Eren who weeks later is holding the underside of your knees as he fucks you nice and slow on his art table in his apartment, so careful not to dare ruin his ink on your thigh while he ruins you.

Tattoo artist! Eren who gets his own high from making you cry for different reason, servicing all your needs when he comes to your place from a long day. "I know you have one more in you, c'mon sweetheart, cum one more time for me."

Tattoo artist! Eren who would be so jealous if you ever attempted to let someone else do your other tattoos if you want more. He wonders why you would ever consider someone else when he's right there and will do it for you.

Let's be real, we know Eren is a lil possesive, Tattoo artist! Eren kind of thinks of his work on your tattoos as a way to make it clear you're in a relationship. "Someone else?? No, no way, I'll do it. Let me get my stuff and we'll head to the shop."

Reminder that requests are open .ᐟ

[wannaeatramyeon]

Been awhile that I have send a request...

So here! What is the character reaction when they see thier y/n! Wearing only thier shirt (like literally they got no pants) that always goes up when they stretch or reach something.

Sam! Hope you're ok and thanks for asking! Sorry for the delay with this one - I've just been obsessing over single characters. A lot. Here's a tier list of sorts. Hehehehe thinking about these especially for the innocent boys 😈

Lookism Boys reacting to you wearing just their shirt

Oops, you've broken their brain

These guys are sweet, innocent, and pretty inexperienced. Seeing you in just their shirt? With nothing underneath? That's indecent af but so hot. They will stand there gaping, frozen and beet-red as their lil brain breaks. With their remaining one single braincell, this is filed away as a core memory.

Johan Seong, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Zack Lee, Warren Chae

Jumps your bones

You didn't expect anything less from these guys did you? You look unbelievably sexy, and it's an awful shame to just let that go to waste. Hold on, there's just a few more requests though.

"Hey Y/N, can you reach up on that top shelf for me? Hey Y/N, can you bend down to that bottom cupboard? Hey Y/N, can you climb up on this ladder? Hey Y/N, can you just keep that on and spread your legs-"

Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Vin Jin

Admires

There's nothing wrong with admiring art, and this view definitely is a work of art. Stands there looking and taking it all in, sipping on some whiskey (Gun, Samuel) or munching on some popcorn (Jake) or with nothing because they don't want any distractions from this sight (Eli, DG). Really, cos damn. They can and will watch you all day long.

Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Eli Jang, DG

Pretends everything is fine

Self-explanatory. Ignores everything at all cost. Holds eye contact, doesn't let it wander even though they're sweating and shaking with the exertion. They have reputations/principles to uphold. This cannot be the thing that ruins them.

Johan Seong, Xiaolong

Everything actually is fine

You need to up the ante with these guys. They've either seen it all or are otherwise distracted. Hold on, let's just bend over as your chest spills out. What? Oh yeah, that's also their boxer briefs you're wearing too.

Eugene, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, DG

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Conscious Conscience

Here’s my entry for the bunnydoll writing week! Cutting it a lil close but oh well :))

I’m doing prompt 18 about Jax letting Ragatha take the fall for something:))))

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

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Jax was having a good day, on all accounts. The adventure had been a painting and art kind, and they were to paint whatever they wanted on the canvases. Unlike most adventures, there was no stakes or objective. It was…peaceful.

If it was peaceful for everyone else, it was mind numbingly boring for Jax. He didn’t even really care about art or painting. But he did care about chaos, so he indulged a little.

‘A little’ meant using Gangle’s comedy mask as a paint pallet, causing a chain of events that more than satisfied his need for instigation.

Pomni was crying, overwhelmed by all the noise in the artsy room they were in. Ragatha was chasing the rabbit, trying to get Gangle’s mask back. When Jax had enough of tormenting her, he moved over to a pricklier opponent. He threw her mask down, effectively breaking it. He strode over to Zooble, grabbed their arm, and used it as a paintbrush. The whole room was coated in over saturated primary colors.

Jax had never felt so alive, just in his element. Which happened to be discord and pandemonium. He was still laughing as he causally strutted through the portal.

Caine gasped at the state of his performers. Ragatha was covered in paint, Pomni was hyperventilating, Gangle was tangled and crying, Zooble’s limbs were in the wrong spots, and Kinger was just Kinger.

“Gadzooks! What happened to you all?” He questioned. No one said anything, and Ragatha was about to speak up about the perpetrator behind their appearances, when-

“It was Ragatha. I was *literally* trying to paint, and, I don’t know, she just went crazy in there.” Jax accused, hiding his smug smile so it would be believable. Ragatha bristled, looking back up at the ringmaster.

“What- No, that’s not-“ She stammered out, holding her hands up in front of her in a defensive way. Caine seemed a bit surprised, too. He quickly composed himself. “I can put up with this behavior from Jax, but we can’t have you going down the same path, my dear,” He began.

Ragatha was furious. How did he not believe her? In all the years she’s been here, how did he believe Jax?!

“That being said, we need to…what do humans say…nip it in the bud. You need to stay on the straight and narrow! No sewing for a week.”

Ragatha’s plush heart dropped.

That couldn’t have been what he said. She must’ve been hearing things. A simple miscommunication.

“…What?” She choked out, looking back up at him. “You, you’re not…serious, are you?” She asked, and she hated that she whimpered while doing so.

“Very serious, Ragatha. You need to learn this behavior is unacceptable!” He declared, still in that bouncy, official voice.

“But- When…-When have I ever?! Caine, please-“She begged. She didn’t care how pathetic or weird she seemed. She was shocked, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her tan-ish plush skin was pale.

“I’m sorry, my dear. Hopefully after this you’ll be good as new! Take time to think about what you’ve done.” He wagged his finger at her.

Jax grinned at her. That stupid grin. “Yeah, you’ll have a lot of free time now!” He laughed. Ragatha felt herself about to boil over, so she used a tactic that served her well in her time here. She turned her heels and ran to her room.

She felt herself sob as she closed her door. She knew it was beyond stupid and childish to cry over this, but sewing wasn’t just a casual pastime.

It was calming. It was her somewhat mindless downtime, a time just to herself, creating personal items and requests alike.

What was she supposed to do now? The one thing that helps here, occupying your mind with something relaxing, was stripped of her for a week.

A. Whole. Week.

For something she didn’t do. For something she had absolutely no say in happening. She also felt somewhat betrayed. Everyone knew Caine was A.I., there was no doubt about that.

But if Jax, the resident trickster, can lie right through his teeth and convince Caine she would do that…why’d she ever bother trying to be good? To be friendly?

She wiped hurt, angry tears from her eyes and snuggled into her bed. She didn’t know how she’d get through this punishment. She just wanted to sleep.

It was day three. Ragatha had tried to, despite her better judgment, bypass the barrier placed on her sewing shelf in her room. It had yellow caution tape (which was surprisingly solid, forming a force field of sorts), and Caine’s face. She may or may not have hit slammed her fists a few times on it.

She was so tired. She didn’t want to bother anyone by asking to hang out or talk or be in the same room as her. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t correct Jax about what happened.

Speaking of the rabbit, he’d been acting…off. Ragatha almost knew he’d be relishing the punishment bestowed upon the doll. But, she caught him looking at her a few times. It was almost…sympathetic. She really needed to relax again, her mind was obviously on the edge.

Ragatha can barely remember the adventure that day. She didn’t realize just how much she came to depend on her hobby. It was a soothing task she yearned to do again. She didn’t know what else to do in her free time.

It’s not like she misses the act itself, but the distraction and peace of mind. When you find something here that occupies your mind, you cling to it and never let go. Because if your mind isn’t occupied, it’s wandering.

Wandering places it has no business being in.

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Jax had decided he had enough of this. It was fun, at first, to see her mope around. But then it was worrying. I mean, she was the happy one. The optimistic one.

What would he anyone else do without her?

He stood outside her door, nervously and impatiently shifting weight from one rabbit foot to the next. He knew he’d hate himself later, but he needed to do something.

He knocked on her door, also unlike him, since he had keys. It took a minute, and the door eventually creaked open.

To say she looked absolutely exhausted was an understatement. Her hair was messy and there was a deep ache of sadness in her one good eye.

“Oh. Hi. What do you need, Jax?” She still had a whisper of a friendly tone. It made Jax burn with shame.

“Don’t get too excited, doll. I…brought you something.” He looked away from her as he handed her something. She eyed it, understandably hesitant.

It was in sloppily wrapped gift wrap, and felt soft under her already soft hands. She opened it up, and gasped softly at the contents.

It was a small teddy bear. The sewing was BAD. The fur was soft, though. A beautiful shade of light brown and beige flourishes.

She looked back up at him. “Jax, what is this…?” She had a hint of hope and awe behind her words. He blushed a bit, if a rabbit *could* blush.

“The punishment didn’t apply to me, and I needed to do something before you ended up in the cellar.” He explained. She giggled softly. In a backwards way, it helped.

She took it, holding it to her chest. “And, I…may or may not have owned up to Caine.”

Now that was a shock. She looked back up at him, and, to her relief, he made eye contact. “I’m…sorry, doll.” He finally whispered. She smiled a bit, genuinely. There was a small spark between the two, despite the less than stellar circumstances. She looked back up at him, cradling the teddy bear.

“Thank you, Jax.”

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AYAYAYA got this doneee

i have more ideas for fics i also need to continue If I Hadn’t Gone In lol

but yeah! here’s my entryyy

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the final Lady Sharpe part 4: something to look forward to

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @ellooo0ooo

Summary: You and Edith make significant progress on your mission to put Lucille behind bars; Thomas makes a confession before you go to sleep

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ghosts; a lil bit of steam [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are married; more pining; simp Thomas

The ink had dried enough on the final document you were working on duplicating for tonight that you could group them together and place the original papers back in Lucille's hiding place. Tomorrow morning if ever she were to check on them, she would be none the wiser of what had been transpiring over the last two weeks. You repeatedly clenched and unclenched your fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them after writing with barely a pause for break over the last few hours.

"Tomorrow we'll be done with all the documents," you whispered into the silence, feeling Edith's presence nearby as you made your way to Thomas' workshop. "I'll need you to show me where the phonograph cylinders are hidden, and if you know which one has Lucille's demented confession…"

"I'll show you the way," she confirmed. "And I'll make sure that none of the more…how do I put this…bloodthirsty spirits don't touch you. They tend to be a bit overly protective of their turf."

"The what?" You froze in place at her mention of bloodthirsty spirits. You had enough of a fright when you'd first "met" her and Enola, you might not survive encountering their less agreeable companions. The feel of someone nudging you from behind had you moving down the corridor again.

"Don't you worry about them, Y/N. I'll do my part to keep them away, explain to them that you're our friend, and you'll put an end to Lucille's lifelong murder spree. It might take time for them to fully understand, but they will."

Once you crossed the threshold to Thomas' workshop, you heard the exaggerated groan that belonged to your fleeting husband. Checking the candle in your hand, there was only about a thumb's worth left.

"Right on schedule," Edith remarked before you felt a nudging sensation on your shoulder. "You know he must really care for you if he's willing to endure being with her for the sake of your safety. Before she made him go back out into the city to find a new wife--well, a new victim, he looked gaunt. Almost like he found his life grotesque. Then he came back here with you and…there was color in his face again. Like he's allowed himself to live while he wooed and married you. There's a happiness in him when he's with you that I only ever saw glimpses of back when I was--"

Her words fell dead, but you had a feeling you knew what the sentiment was. Back when I was alive. Back when I was his wife.

"Why Miss Edith Cushing, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were playing matchmaker with your ex-husband and his current charlatan of a wife," you mumbled, trying not to look to deeply into her words, her testimony of Thomas' time before you. You were already having enough trouble keeping your affections for him at bay whenever he engaged in your routine of a kiss to cap off the night, marking yet another rung on the progression ladder. Lucille's incarceration becoming ever closer.

You decided to hide the duplicated papers in between the pages of his sketchbook, thinking the chances were slim that Lucille would look into them since he only kept concept art of the toys he wished to work on within it. Flipping through the pages to evenly distribute the additional papers, you found a set of sketches that had absolutely nothing to do with toy designs.

The last few pages that he'd worked on in the journal were filled with sketches of you. Some depicted you asleep, others as if the image he had in mind was of you next to him at the dining table. And a full page that showed the bedroom you shared with the baronet, you perched on the edge, a light wash of orange painted on the page, like the scene was illuminated by firelight.

That was the day you arrived at Allerdale Hall. The fleeting moments of desirous bliss you had before reality came crashing down on you.

"You say this marriage is all an act for you both now, but it doesn't look that way. Not from where I'm standing…well, floating." Both of you shared a chuckle before she posed a question at you. "Y/N something I noticed at night when he makes his way back to you…there's an excitement in him, as if he can't move fast enough."

"I--I didn't know about that part," you answered her in hushed tones as you made your way to your shared bedroom, maneuvering the barely moonlit halls with what little candlelight remained. "I usually try not to look at him before we sleep. I fail, of course, but I make the effort. Granting his request for a kiss after he washes the night off of him was already a miscalculation on my part--"

"Completely understandable miscalculation," she quipped, managing to quietly open the bedroom door wide open. "Far too handsome for me to even think of knowing any better back then."

"My thoughts exactly," you mumbled, stepping into the bedroom and disposing of the used candlewax before stretching and allowing yourself to relax from the night's clandestine activities. "Goodnight, Edith."

"I'll talk to the spirits inhabiting the corridor where the cylinders are hidden," she offered, a faint whispering joining her once again before you heard her echoing chuckle. "It seems your husband's rushing to make his way to you. You still have quite the night ahead. Goodnight, my friend."

You could feel the fatigue setting in as you let the tub fill for Thomas' bath before putting away your tools and your blades, mentally preparing yourself for another night of insufficient sleep. Just as you had for the better part of the last two weeks.

Right as you made your way back to your side of the bed and shook your hair loose from your bun, Thomas walked through the open door. You gave him a small smile. "I should be done with the documents tomorrow, Edith and I will work on transcribing the recording cylinders that can lead the case more to Lucille than you two days from now at the latest."

"That's wonderful news, darling," he beamed at you, running his gaze over you briefly before walking toward the bathroom. "I shall see you in a few moments," he told you, his voice echoing across the tiles. A few seconds later the sound of the water sloshing and a sinfully satisfied groan filled the room as he sat into the tub. "You truly are a godsend, my wife. Thank you."

You did your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach hearing him call you that. You wouldn't hear it for much longer with the progress you were making. "You're welcome," you answered back, fighting back your own sounds of relief once your back hit the bed and you allowed yourself to finally relax for the night.

The cumulative efforts of the last dozen or so days seem to have finally taken its toll on you, your eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. You hadn't been able to hear the sound of Thomas padding his feet on the floor and back to you, or his little gasp as he saw you in your slumbering state.

"No…" he sighed, climbing into bed with you. "Y/N, darling, please tell me you haven't completely fallen asleep yet," he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hmm?" You leaned in to his touch, feeling a strange sense of comfort when your cheek rubbed against his slightly calloused hand. "'M awake…" you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. He gave you a tender smile when your eyes met his, and you couldn't help but return it.

It was only in these moments just before you both went to sleep, your parts in this perilous operation done for the night, that you could allow yourself to almost feel as if you were a normal married couple. Just laying in bed together before going to sleep, sharing a quick goodnight kiss before he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

Perhaps even indulge yourself, even for a moment, in the dangerous truth that once this was all over, you would miss these fleeting moments of peace with him. You'd miss how he held you through the night and how you'd wake up wrapped in his arms. How in the last few days he would greet you in the morning with a soft kiss to your nose before you both made your way out of bed and stepped out of your room.

You would miss him when all this was over. When you'd both signed the divorce papers and went on your separate ways, and you were back in your apartment in the city, going to bed alone, you would miss him.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a small sound coming from the back of his throat as he sighed into the kiss, almost as if he was relieved. "This is the only thing getting me through the nights," he said solemnly, settling more comfortably into the bed as he kept kissing you. "Knowing that this was what awaited me when I get back."

Instead of your usual night routine of a few kisses and he would pull you into his arms, both of you falling asleep to the sound of the other's breath evening out, he moved his body closer, kissing his way to your neck, his hand traveling down the side of your body until it settled at your waist. His lips began to trace along the neckline of your nightgown, the contented hums against your skin combined with the feel of his lips on you had you struggling for breath. "Thomas--"

"It should be you," he whimpered, his exhales warming your skin. "I should be spending my night with you. Laying with you." He kept on kissing along your neckline, his other hand pulling along the string that exposed your décolletage and he immediately pressed his lips to your chest, above your heart. "You're my wife, I should be with you."

He kissed his way back to your lips, your shock from his confession letting his tongue slip past your lips and tangle with your own. It was like flames licked all along your body at the contact, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingers weaved into his onyx curls.

"Thomas, wait--" you tried to say, placing your hands on his chest in a paltry attempt to get him to pause for a moment, failing to fight against your eyes fluttering closed and your entire body melting under him the moment his tongue delicately ran along the roof of your mouth.

"I want to lay with you," he said once he pulled away, looking at you with those wide pleading eyes that likened him to a pup asking for a treat. "May I?"

For the love of all things good in this world say yes, you hissed at yourself. You struggled to breathe properly, fighting against every instinct to give in as he repeatedly whispered "please" into your skin. Trying to not let the curiosity and desire consume you and see how far your husband was willing to go.

This was the fantasy you wanted to lose yourself in, where by some miracle when all this was over and you both made it out alive, that you'd found something with each other that neither of you wanted to lose. That after all this perhaps you could have a life together, preferably far away from Allerdale Hall and the figurative and literal ghosts that roam the corridors.

The fantasy that perhaps when you were both safe from Lucille and she was serving her time behind bars, locked away where she couldn't harm anyone anymore, that Thomas might not want to sign the divorce papers. Because maybe he was falling in love, too.

"We've come so far already, we can't afford to lose focus now," you answered him, your voice coming out so small it was like the words all but refused to get through the lump in your throat. "Once all this is done, and we're free of her, you'll be free to do whatever you please…with whomever you please."

The last part left a bitter taste in your mouth, like it physically pained you to say the words.

"You're right," he sighed, leaning away enough so that he could look at you. The expression on his face was akin to that of a wounded pup, making the guilt and regret from your decision overwhelm your system. "Of course." He moved over to his side of the bed, taking a breath before hesitantly touching his fingers to yours. "May I still hold you?"

You didn't think twice, moving over to him and settling into his arms. "Yes, of course." The words refused to be spoken, but you'd found a strange comfort in his embrace. That despite the very real danger you both found yourselves in, and the looming dire consequences of Lucille and the business end of her cleaver if you made so much as one misstep on this perilous endeavor of yours, you felt almost a safety in his warm embrace.

And while no one would ever be able to get you to admit it, it made getting up out of bed in the mornings near impossible. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted him all to yourself.

All the more reason why you needed to be done with this and go your separate ways. You should never be so selfish as to beg him to stay with you and deny him yet another freedom. So much had already been stolen from him.

He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face before asking softly, "How long do you reckon before Scotland Yard comes here after you send the papers?"

"Not long," you answered him, your words full of confidence in your peers. "I'll include a summary of my findings to help them through the papers I've sent them, process them faster. I'll also try and emphasize the urgency of our situation, that we're currently living in a manor with a woman that has the intention and means, not to mention the stomach, to kill me. That we have very good reason to believe our lives are in imminent danger. Should get them moving pretty quick."

"And what are we to do until they arrive?" You could feel him tensing as he anticipated your response.

Bile flooded your stomach from what you had to tell him. "We keep routine." His beautiful face looked so pained as you said the words. "She has to believe that there's nothing wrong, that everything's going to plan. If she gets even the slightest whiff that we're up to something and she kills me. Maybe even you if she finds out that you helped."

He took a shuddering breath, pulling you closer against him so he could press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's hope they move quickly then," he mumbled against you, pressing more kisses on the same spot as he took calming breaths. "I can barely stomach any more of it." His breath hitched at his words, his tone rife with shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his pulse sprinting like a madman. "This burden shouldn't be on you. Never should have been. She's stolen so much from you…" Your sentiment caught in the back of your throat as you did your damnedest to fight back tears. "I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't steal any more of your life away."

"What if she figures out what we've been up to? Or if she gets impatient and realizes there's no money coming after all this time?"

It took you a moment before you could answer, the implication hanging over you both now like the Sword of Damocles. "Then Scotland Yard will arrive here to a corpse. Either mine or hers."

Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I won't let her hurt you, I swear it." He stole a few more kisses from you before he cradled your head against his chest. "You should sleep, I can feel how tired you are."

"Exhausted," you confessed, settling into his embrace, the comfort from his hold blanketing over you as your cheek rubbed against the soft hairs on his chest. "Goodnight, husband."

You couldn't resist calling him that. In a few short weeks you'd never be able to again.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, stroking your hair before he whispered, "Goodnight, my darling wife."

As the minutes passed, and the only sounds that filled the bedroom were your breathing and the crackling of the fireplace, Thomas found himself unable to succumb to sleep just yet. He was still riddled with so many questions that he couldn't bring himself to ask you quite yet.

What if by some freak accident of a chance, Lucille comes across one of your colleagues when she runs her errands in the city and they were to mention who you were, and what you did before you married him? What if now that she was armed with this new information, she deemed you too much of a threat and decided to do away with you like she'd done with so many other innocent women?

What if she decided to make it even worse, and ordered him to kill you instead? Spout some nonsensical notion that he needed to get his hands dirty this time around so she could see if he still had the stomach for it?

He knew he wouldn't be able to hurt you, that he would be completely unwilling to. But would he be able to protect you against Lucille?

And the question that had him looking upon the coming weeks with a mix of dread and hope, all depending on how you would react if he were to even muster up the courage to say the words: What if you stayed together after this fleeting partnership of yours? What if you were open to exploring what a life together would truly be like? Move away from Allerdale Hall and find a place in the city?

"What if I begged you not to leave me?" he whispered into the empty silence, stroking the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "What if I've fallen in love with my wife, and I want to turn our marriage into something real?"

A/N: *popping out my head from my writing hidey hole* Well hi there! Been a long while since I updated this story, but I can promise you now…I didn't abandon it 🫡 And we're picking up with our precious meow meow baronet big tiddy goth husband really showing his hand here that he's catching feelings 🥹

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