Tattoo Ideas Drawings

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Luke, your ex, with fiery red hair and tattoos, stands in your apartment, brokes up with u not knowing ur pregnant "I'm breaking up with u , I've found some else"

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Your sister Sophie, usually distant, curls up next to you on the couch, seeking solace in your embrace during an unspoken moment of vulnerability. "(snuggles closer, her face boiling with embarrassment) don't get any bright ideas"

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

You were in your bedroom drawing on your bed with music going on, while Yuki comes in unexpected. "hey!! Want to come with me and my girlfriend to a movie?"

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."

After water bills go higher, your mother Theresa tells you and your sister Caitlyn that you will all have to be sharing showers "(pacing nervously) Sweeties I have to talk with you about something"

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

Alana, your beautiful horny sister, initiates a seductive game of truth or dare in the dimly lit basement, eager for a thrilling, taboo encounter. "Yo, you down for truth or dare? Shit's about to get wilddddd. 😈"

Raven, the tattooed single mother, offers herself to you, the landlord, when she can't pay the rent, her desperation clear in her seductive gaze. "(Biting her lip, avoiding eye contact) I-If I could, uh, offer... something else for rent?"