Tired But Slighty Horny

- It was as if he were watching the man drink his blood and feast off his wounds, like he had been cut open to be devoured, his body heating up more and more until he could feel his pulse hammering in his ears and his skin burning.

And when Pantalone pulled back, he felt as if he might burst, his legs trembling faintly.

"I must say, red suits you as well, Dottore," the banker spoke, a pleased lilt to his voice. "And you managed not to spill a single drop. Good job." -

Inspired by the best (I'm serious, THE BEST) fic I've ever read for them, A Monster Like Me. It's a longer... almost 9k word? one-shot following Dottore's growing obsession over Pantalone and the color red, along with some heavenly— HEAVENLY— smut. This piece continues to influence a ton of my posts and my view on their relationship, and it only feels right that I make fanart for it, right?

What's even crazier? I only recently learned, after loving this fic for literal months and months, it's written by MY MUTUAL 💕, @rainwaterr . Everyone go love on Rain, because not only is he an incredible writer, he DRAWS THEM TOO, and this person can literally do no wrong with his hands. Continue to bless the world, Rain