Heh welcome back!! And ofc my lovely anon <3
I did try with this one but it's not my best ngl-
Ghost x Reader - Painting their skin
The house was mostly silent except for the soft music from your room, playing over your speaker. Your soft humming that followed caused a small smile to spread over his lips, just enjoying the fact he was in the same house as you. He busied himself with fixing up the mess after dinner. You had cooked for them, but he felt obliged to clean up. It was only fair.
Once he finishes, with water over the front of his shirt and slightly soggy sleeves he steps back to join you in your room, pausing in the doorway as he watches your figure. Slightly hunched over, hair falling around your shoulders and your arm moving as you paint, focused on every brushstroke.
He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. It was a lovely feeling to watch you like this. It was so calm and domestic compared to everything else he had witnessed throughout his life. It just felt right—like he was meant to be here.
He went further into the room, watching your eyes light up as you noticed him. You were quick to turn around, setting the paintbrush down and grabbing another chair for him. He happily took his place on the chair, his eyes trailing over your painting. The whirl of colours, all come together with intricate brushstrokes to create a beautiful scene. He admired it for a moment before you interrupted him.
“What do you think? I’ve been working on it for the past week,” you explain as you pick the paintbrush back up, adding a few more strokes.
“It’s wonderful, love. You’re so talented,” he murmurs, watching in awe as you continue to paint.
His compliment makes you grin, your eyes wrinkling at the edges. He watches for a few moments before you sigh, leaning back in the chair. “I need to paint something else. This is getting too repetitive.”
He pauses, unsure of what to say or do to help. Your brows furrow, making him curious. You were thinking, he watched in silence and curiosity as the gears in your head spun and clicked into place. When the grin appears on your face he knew he was in for trouble.
He stares at you blankly for a moment, trying to figure out what you were trying to do, and what you wanted with his arm. “Why…?” he mutters warily, trying to watch your intention. His eyes flicked from your eyes to lips.
“Just please! I have an idea,” you plead, reaching out for his arm. He jerks back but then sees the disappointment in your features.
“Fine, just nothing stupid, yeah?”
He moves his arm up onto the desk for you, watching your eyes light up. Your fingers were gentle on his skin, moving him into place for both of your comforts as your other hand reached for the paint brushes again. He shivers softly as the cool paint touches his skin, colour blooming across his skin as you start to paint, pouring all of your concentration into the act.
He watched in silence as you painted on his arm, watching the scene appear slowly. He let himself relax back in the chair, letting the soothing coolness of the paint relax him, then the slight cracking as it dried.
He didn’t admit it, but watching you paint on him made his chest fill with warmth. He felt safe, and he wanted nothing more but to always protect and look after you.
Roach x Reader - Painting their skin
Roach freezes in the kitchen as he hears you calling for him, his hand hovering above the pot with the spoon still firmly in his grasp. He knows you often called him for silly things, but his heart always lept a bit in his chest when you called, unsure if he had accidentally done something wrong. Maybe he promised to clean the bathroom but forgot.
“Yes, love?” he calls back, standing still as he waits for your response.
“Baby, can you come here!?”
He smiles softly, calling back his reply before turning the stove off and returning to the bedroom. He peeks his head past the door, watching you on the bed. Paint tubes are scattered about; you are organising them back into their box. Once he notices your expression, he shakes his head and chuckles, knowing exactly what your ideas are.
“Gary! C’mon, I want your help with something.”
He nods, moving onto the bed with you, moving some of the paint tubes to the side so he wouldn't sit on them. Once he settles down, he turns to face you, studying your features closely. “So… what did you want me for?”
“Okay. I had an idea, and it sounds fun, and I just really want to do it,” you partly explain, still leaving a fair bit up to his imagination. You grab some paintbrushes, setting them out in order from smallest to biggest in front of you both.
“That… doesn’t explain much, love,” he chuckles softly, leaning back.
“I’m not finished explaining yet! You see, I got the paints out to do something I’ve seen online. See, look here,” you quickly grab your phone out, type a few things, then scroll down until you find what you are looking for. “This here!”
He leans over to look at your phone, a small smile appearing on his lips as he figures out what you want to do. “You want to paint on my back?”
You nod happily, already grabbing the paint and the palette to get started. He sighs softly, knowing he won’t be able to get out of this even if he tries. So, instead of trying to fight a battle he wouldn’t win, he takes off his shirt in surrender, letting it fall to the ground. “Alright, where do you want me?”
“On the bed!” you reply happily, already putting different colours onto the palette. With an exaggerated grunt, he flops down onto the bed on his stomach, letting out a long sigh.
“Alright, love. Don’t make a mess on the sheets, you know what happened last time.”
He smiles softly as he listens to your giggling as you move to straddle his thighs, getting into the perfect position to paint on him comfortably. His body slowly relaxes until the coolness of the pain touches his back unexpectedly “Bloody hell, that’s cold,” he hisses, tensing slightly before relaxing again.
He smiles are your hurried apology, reaching back and patting your thigh, then moving slightly to get comfortable and allow you to paint. His body slowly gets used to the cool paint being dragged across his skin, it almost becomes relaxed. His heartbeat slows as he lets himself just feel and breathe. Eyes fluttering shut, slowly falling asleep.
Before he even knew it, you were giggling and moving off of him onto the bed next to him. “Wake up, sleepy! I’m done.”
He let out a soft groan, pushing himself up with tired arms. “Done, baby, are ya?” he murmured, his voice laced with sleep. As he sits up, he catches a glimpse of his back in the mirror. He chuckles softly, taking in the bright colours and how harmonised they were. He grins, his smile matching your own.
He flexes, admiring your small giggle. “Thanks love… I love it.”
