#right as I ASK for said requests I get swamped with the most insane amount of work and my motivation to draw just up and gone

[keckleoid]

Requesting Transformers Prime Soundwave!

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

requested! it’s a bit short, but i hope you enjoy <3

jaemin sighed in bliss as the bitter taste of coffee reached his mouth. on a cold day where he was swamped with classes, an iced black coffee with an excessive amount of espresso was just what he needed. the strong and overly caffeinated drink was the only thing getting him through the long day. while he sat at a table by himself in the coffee shop, watching his fellow university students through the large windows of the café, his day had instantly gotten just a bit better. however, the sound of your voice nearly skyrocketed his mood; as it always did when you were around.��

“hey, jaem,” you softly greeted, sitting across from him at the small table. his eyes sparkled in the winter sunlight, the whiteness of the snow outside lighting up his face in an angelic way. the darkness of the coffee in his hand made him glow even more in contrast to his skin. he smiled, leaning back in his chair as he looked at you.

“you’re late,” he teased. you playfully rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the coffee that he had graciously bought for you when he arrived. rather than his usual order that left a bitter taste in anyone’s mouth, you usually stuck with a rather less intense drink; sweet and sugary, but still enough caffeine to get you through the day. you sipped at it happily, silently thanking him for remembering your order. coffee hangouts were a frequent thing for the two of you; having most of your classes and lectures together often called for study sessions and coffee breaks that were always spent together. in the time of starting the new school year up until now, you and jaemin had grown especially close. 

“how many times have i told you to slow down on the caffeine? if you have a heart attack in front of me, i’ll just tell you i told you so.”

“i’ll stop drinking so much caffeine when you admit you have a crush on me,” jaemin joked. but was he really?

“jaemin, i have a huge, ginormous, humongous, monstrous crush on you. now will you stop drinking so much coffee?” you laughed at the way jaemin rolled his eyes at your sarcasm.

“not convincing enough. you’re gonna have to do better than that,” he replied. his lips were turned up into a soft smile as he looked at you with a longing look. i know you feel the same way i do. why can’t you just admit it? i love you. 

butterflies had erupted in your stomach at the way he looked at you. his eyes were nearly bursting out of his head in the shape of hearts; resembling a love struck cartoon character. you weren’t oblivious, it was no secret how much jaemin adored you. i love you too, jaemin. but i don’t know how to do this; how to do love. your thoughts were racing a mile a minute, his familiar and warming smile making everything harder for you. so to occupy your mind, you decided to distract yourself with something you know you’ll despise.

“can i try your coffee?” you asked the boy in front of you. he laughed, pushing his drink towards you without hesitation. from day one of knowing jaemin, you’ve always known how much of a coffee addict he is. no matter what time of the day, he always seemed to have a cup of coffee in his hand. knowing how strong his usual order is, you’ve always assumed that it tasted terrible. however, now that you’re trying to distract your mind with anything other than your feelings towards jaemin, you realize that you’ve never actually tried it before.

“you’re not going to like it. no one ever does,” jaemin stated matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders as he watched you put the straw to your mouth. for good measure, you lightly smelled the drink, the strong smell bringing you a weird sort of comfort that you couldn’t quite explain. it reminded you of him in so many ways, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“i probably won’t, but i’m curious.” you took a small sip of the drink, expecting your tastebuds to scream at you in rejection to the intense flavor. however, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your lack of distaste. was the sip too small where you couldn’t get a proper taste? or did you actually like it? you took another sip—bigger than the first one—to make sure you were actually tasting it right. jaemin’s eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected reaction, your lips curling into a smile as you took not one, but two more delightful sips of his coffee.

“that’s actually really good, jaem. i might be getting that tomorrow,” you stated, giving the drink back to him. he had gone speechless at your words, having never met someone who actually enjoyed the taste of his favorite beverage. 

“you like it?” he said in shock, causing you to laugh. you nodded your head, continuing to drink your own coffee. “yeah, it’s pretty good. i guess i underestimated your taste in coffee,” you teased. jaemin wasn’t sure if it was your teasing, the cold breeze that hit him whenever someone opened the shop door, or even the unhealthy amount of caffeine in his drink—but he found that his cheeks had begun to heat up in a furious blush. how can something as simple as liking his insanely unhealthy and bitter tasting coffee order make his heart swirl in his chest and his cheeks flame with heat? 

jaemin has known of his feelings towards you for quite awhile now; he’s never been shy around you, nor has he even tried to keep his feelings from you. he was basically an open book when it came to you, and seeing the way you always got shy around him was always a treat; even better than the coffee, he supposed. he wasn’t sure why something as small as this had made his heart soar, but he surely wasn’t shying away from it. 

he tried to tease you back, “i thought you said i should stop drinking so much coffee? you’ve switched lanes quite fast, y/n.” however, his words came out rushed and flustered, causing you to smirk at the unusual sight of him being shy around you. 

“how about we make a deal? we share one every morning. that way, i’m getting a fix of my new favorite coffee order, while you’re still cutting down on the caffeine. hm?” you said, awaiting a response from jaemin. he could only nod his head, afraid that his voice was going to give away how flustered he was for reasons he didn’t know. he watched as you smugly snatched the cup from him again and took another long sip. at that moment, all jaemin wanted to do was scream out loud into the coffee shop, you’re the one! but instead, he found himself not even caring that you were practically chugging down the entirety of his drink. jaemin began to wonder. 

was it the coffee that kept him going everyday, or was it you?

[marvelsswansong]

Could you please do 48 with Sugar daddy!Bucky, please? Thank you!

48: “Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

word count: 2.3K

a/n: includes mention of sexy times (obviously, it’s a sugar daddy AU). I changed the quote slightly to fit the blurb better, sorry about that x blurb requests are still open, check my bio for more info :)

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“No feelings, just business.”

That’s what he had told you, the first time he had bought you that far too expensive champagne at the bar at a roof party in Milan. You had been dragged there by Natasha after turning down her offer to let you stay in her penthouse for a few weeks while you could find another place to live in after your landlord had decided to kick you out for a wealthier renter. As a university student, you needed to find a new place to live, and fast, near the university. Unfortunately, your university was in the smack middle of the city- making any possible accommodation extremely expensive.

“Just two drinks and you can leave.” Natasha argued, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the party. You already regretted entering as you felt so out of place- Natasha had been born into wealth, her father being an oil baron and her mother being one of the most famous actresses in Russia’s history. The other people at the party were those in her circle, other rich, successful and attractive people far above your caliber.

“I don’t belong here, Nat.” you complained, frantically pulling at your dress. She had insisted on buying it for you, going as far as pretending to go to the bathroom before paying the bill at the cashier of the designer store, but it was far too tight and short. The black little number clung to every crevice of your skin and matched with the velvet heels you were wearing, making you feel slightly self conscious with every step you took.

“Nonsense, babe. You look fucking gorgeous, you’ve been stressing too much lately and you need to blow off some steam tonight! Besides-” she leaned in closer to your ear to whisper. “I’m pretty sure half of the men here want to jump into your pants tonight.” 

You didn’t even want to glance at the direction she was pointing at and scowled, pushing her off with a playful glare.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.” 

“No I’m not, I-” 

Someone near the pool called Natasha’s name and she gave you a brief apology and a hug before scurrying off, greeting the other person with a loud scream. She was definitely a social butterfly, whilst you took a bit of time to warm up to people- especially in situations where you felt out of place. And now you were left. 

Alone.

“Could I keep you company instead?” a deep voice rung out from behind you. His tall stature dwarfed yours in comparison as he extended his hand towards you, the cuff links of his Armani suit rolled back slightly to expose his skin. The designer suit was nothing compared to his gorgeous face, a hint of stubble on his chin and a jawline that could cut crystal glass.4

“S-sure.”

He ordered the two of you a cocktail you’d never heard the name of, but you didn’t question it, still mesmerized by his presence. He chuckled at your obvious stare, causing you to look away in embarrassment.

“Are you fond of Oscar de la Renta?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“W-who?” 

He chuckled at your frantic response, sipping on his glass slowly as he eyed you up and down.

“Your dress. It’s an Oscar de la Renta piece.... You’re not a part of this usual crowd, are you?” 

You shook your head sideways, confirming his suspicion.

“How’d you know Natasha?” 

“We go to the same university. She invited me to this party because I’ve been pretty stressed in between studying and finding a new place to stay... Money’s really tight right now and places in the city are expensive...” you rambled on, not noticing the shift in his eyes as he listened to your predicament.

“I could help you, you know.” he proposed. You chuckled nervously, toying with the hem of your dress.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“The name’s Bucky. Bucky Barnes.”

Three glasses of wine later and he’d lured you in, trading details of your life with his. You found out that he was a self-made billionaire who co-owned a private equity firm with his business partner, Steve Rogers. With hundreds of companies under his palm, he had it all- the money, the fame in the business world, the admiration and loyalty. But he wanted more than a “quick fuck”, as he put it.

“So what exactly are you proposing?” you’d pressed, leaning in closer. He smirked, flexing his rolex watch in the dim bar light.

“I could be your sugar daddy, in the bluntest terms.”

“Do I look like the type of girl who’d be a sugar baby?” 

He raised his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, doll, but... you’re fucking gorgeous. And out of money. I know you’re busy with school and all, but all I’m asking is that when you’re not at school to accompany me. I’ll give you everything else- money, gifts, trips to exotic places, connections.... All you need to give me is affection and physical company.” 

You bit your lip, mulling this over. The thought of being a sugar baby had never entered your mind, but here you were, being offered the world and more by an insanely attractive man. And all you had to do was keep him company- emotionally and sexually. His hand traveled over to your lap, his clean cologne warming your senses as he awaited your answer.

"No feelings, just business, right?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“No feelings, just business.”

That solidified your decision.

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For the first few months, you followed him everywhere.

Fiji. London. Paris. French Rivieras.

You’d let him pin you against the wall and fuck you senseless at the hotel room in exchange for an unlimited access to his platinum credit card the next day. He spoiled you with designer dresses from brands you couldn’t even pronounce and gifts that could single-handedly pay off student loans. 

With your schedule as a full time student and his hectic lifestyle as a billionaire CEO, you both agreed on having spaced out interactions. If he was in the city, you’d meet him twice a week, maybe even more if he was offering extra. If he was travelling, you could take a week off, week and a half off, maximum, to see him. On the days where you couldn’t physically see him, lots of sexts and calls were exchanged, all from the new phone Bucky had bought you. 

It was as business as it could get, or so you thought.

You’d gotten a call from Bucky in the middle of the night, whilst you were cramming for a final, even though you’d both agreed at the beginning that meeting up during finals would be extremely limited.

“Hello?”

“I need you to fly with me to Boston tomorrow night.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Bucky, I can’t. I’m swamped with finals and-”

“Doll, I’m literally begging you, I-” 

That caught your attention, causing you to sit straight up. Bucky never begged for anything. Let alone, to you.

“My family’s been bugging me about meeting my new ‘girlfriend’ and me ‘settling down’ or whatever. I already told them I was bringing you, please, doll? I’ll double, even triple your pay.”

“Buck... It’s not about the money right now, I really need to do well on my finals. It’s in two weeks.” 

“And we’ll be back in a day or so, it’s just a quick stop by. Please... do this for me? A-at least as a friend, we’re at least friends, right?” 

And for some reason, perhaps it was because he sounded unusually desperate, you said yes. He picked you up in his limo the next day, exactly at 6pm, and you flew with him in his private jet to his childhood home in Boston. 

“It’s a little small.” he’d warned on the plane, as he helped you step down the metal stairs. 

Small your fucking ass.

You were astounded by the sheer amount of ground the mansion covered, as a maid scurried towards you and took your bags into the house. The steep marble arches and the high pane windows made you feel small, as you felt Bucky slip his arm around your waist and guide you towards the entrance.

Bucky’s mother was waiting for you at the door, pulling you into a tight hug and gushing about how pretty and polite you were to Bucky. You felt your heart skip a beat when Bucky referred to you as his “girlfriend”, but you forced yourself to breathe and smile.

No feelings, just business, you had to remind yourself. 

Bucky was dragged off to the side by his sister and father, meaning that you were dragged to the kitchen to keep his mother company. She was a very lovely woman, which was why you felt quite guilty lying to her about dating her son. 

“I’m so happy you’re dating my son, (Y/n).” she cooed, opening the stove. “I’ve never seen him stare at a woman so madly in love.” 

Signing if off as good acting on Bucky’s part, you smiled, waving off her compliment.

“I’m the lucky one, miss. That said, I’m pretty sure I’m the romantic in the relationship.” you joked, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, you know. I’ve seen that picture of you in his wallet.”

Picture? 

Bucky never told you he kept physical pictures of you. You’d spend him pictures and you two took pictures on dates and outings, sure, but it was all digitalized and kept away in your phones....

Right?

Before you could question her further, she announced that dinner was ready, forcing you to sit next to Bucky. He pulled out a chair for you, causing his sister to outwardly “aww”, and making you let out a shaky sigh.  His hand found his way down the table to rest in yours, his thumb grazing your hand repeatedly in a soothing manner. 

That was new.

Bucky was an affectionate man, but he usually kept it brief, unless in bed. 

“So (Y/n), tell us more about how you met Bucky.” Rebecca pressed, sipping on her glass of wine with a teasing smile. The conversation flowed easily from there, jokes and embarrassing childhood memories being thrown around as time passed by. Four cups of wine and a mortifying story about Bucky falling on his face during a dance recital at his boarding school, you and Bucky clambered up to bed, your face still red from laughter.

“It’s not that funny.” Bucky grumbled underneath his breath as you clung onto him for support.

“Sorry, I just... I never would’ve thought you’d be a dancer. Let alone a clumsy dancer.” you teased, opening the door to the bedroom.

“Well I guess there’s more of me for you to discover.” 

The drunken haze lifted from your consciousness at his response, the sudden soft tone catching you off guard. The entire night, you drank away your fears, the fear that maybe he liked you back. You’d realized you had caught feelings for him, hard, about two months into it, but you’d talked yourself out of acting on it.

No feelings, just business. That is what he had said.

But the whole night he went out of his way to touch you, holding your hand and kissing the back of your neck. Calling you “doll” and “sweetheart.” Telling his family stories about you with an adoring gaze in his eyes. And according to his mother, that picture of you in his wallet...

“Shit, I left my phone downstairs. I’ll be right back.” he said, interrupting your train of thought. He conveniently left his wallet behind, and when you flipped it open, there indeed was a picture of you inside. 

And not just any picture.

It was one of you, passed out on his lap after a particularly grueling and boring conference call, in which Bucky was working from his home. You weren’t dressed up, hell, you didn’t even have any makeup on. Just an old t-shirt he owned and short pajama shorts, and a pair of penguin socks. It was oddly domestic and simple.

And he had it printed and stuck in between the leather bindings of his wallet.

“Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?” 

Bucky’s smile dropped off his face as his eyes shifted to the picture he’d been hiding away in your hand, dread seeping across his chest. He swore under his breath, he knew he should’ve kept it somewhere more secretive, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“Can I be honest?”

You nodded as he took in a deep breath.

“I.... I know I said ‘no feelings, just business’, and really, at the beginning, I thought that was all it was going to be. But... somewhere down the line, I realized, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re wicked smart. You’re so kind. You’re not afraid to crack a joke at my expense. You’re... the perfect girl for me, except I was paying for it. I was paying for this... fantasy. Before you say anything, I know you don’t feel the same. I know this is all business for you, so uh, if you want to end the relationship now, since I’ve gotten attached, I’ll under-”

He’s cut off by your body crashing into his, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and he can taste the cherry wine on your lips as you press into him. He eagerly returns the kiss but is left dazed when you pull back, a wide smile on your face.

“I love you, you idiot.” 

He smiles back, a smile so bright and sweet that makes your heart flutter, before he pulls you onto his lap on the bed. His hand is already underneath your blouse as he pulls out his phone, his lips tracing your neck.

“So... what’d you say I get a new picture for my wallet?”

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Thought these two deserved a quick response so I wanted to address them now before I get swamped in Anon Questions!

1. First of all, I love you, lmao. I’ve been talking about that fic ever since I got it and I can’t wait to write it. I already have a bunch of the dialogue already written out. Heads up it’ll probably be at least two Parts. 

You can see my (extremely brief) summaries of requests I’ve accepted on my Masterlist. Yours is: My Boss’s Daughter* [requested]: Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired. 

Since you asked, and I didn’t explain much, I’ll write a bit more. In order to make sure I actually get it done, I won’t be writing their initial meeting in any meaningful detail. When Spencer started at the BAU, Reader was 13 years old. She always had a crush on him but obviously he was not interested. Haley dies when she is 17/18 (he’s 27), and Spencer helps her through it like you said.

The fic starts with Reader (21) running into Spencer (30) when she comes to take over babysitting Jack (9). She asks if she can buy him a drink. They meet up a few hours later and he ends up going home with her.

Part 2 will be brief snippets of their trysts, and then the inevitably hilarious scene where Hotch figures it out. General hilarity and tension. Not sure how far I’ll take it. Might even make 3 Parts. Who knows? Not me. It’s a hilarious and adorable idea and I’m obsessed with it.

Thank you for requesting it! If you have anything else specific I haven’t mentioned that you want to see (for example, in any smut scenes), please feel free to shoot me another ask. I wrote your fic down as one I’m most excited for, so don’t feel bad!

2. Everything that has [requested] next to it have not been written yet! I know, it’s an insane amount on there right now, lol! I move them up and remove the [requested] once the work is complete! Thank you for your kind words, and I hope you enjoy stuff as it comes out!