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[ is that angst I smell? The menu for tonight offers the LADS boys and how they are post-breakup with you! yum! the reason for the break-up is open bc it's besides the point. Also, how do we feel about this layout? ]
Rafayel
Now playing: The cut that always bleeds by Conan Gray
Part of him had always expected this to happen. The ugly and resentful side of his heart that never believed in the so called "love" you held for him after the horrible things he went through and in the end he was proven right.
How many more reincarnations would he have to live through until you finally learned to love him? Or maybe this was his punishment for sacrificing the lives of his own people for someone who won't even look his way.
Personally, I don't think he's a weak, whiny baby most people describe him as. I firmly believe Rafayel can be resentful and angry, he just keeps it hidden so you won't see it. This time however? Oh you're seeing all the sides of him.
He wouldn't ever hurt you, absolutely not, but he will raise his voice when he questions why you were doing this to him, why were you forsaking him again, when he's given you everything he possibly could.
"Why is it never enough for you?! Why is it so damn hard for me to be enough for you?! Answer me!" The tears streaming down his face are something he doesn't even realize until his eyes begin to sting. How many centuries has it been since he had last cried?
For months he'd stay locked inside his studio and no one is allowed to visit, not even his aunt is able to help. The paintings he had of you were all ruined but Rafayel still found himself sketching your face like clockwork each time he stood in front of an empty canvas.
He feels angry, betrayed and he's just so, so hurt. I believe that depending on the reason behind the breakup it could very well be his last straw and will lead to him returning to the sea for good.
One day he's just gone without a trace and he's never coming back.
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Xavier
Now playing: The loneliest by MĂ„neskin
He can't believe this is happening. Like, you choosing to break up with him was never even an option in his mind. Xavier would immediately assume it was his fault and beg for you to let him try and fix whatever went wrong.
His entire world shatters when you walk out the door and somehow it hurts so much more than when he held you in his arms as life left your body.
For months he would take part of the same missions you did, visit the same spaces, take the same train and do anything he could to be apart of your life. The silence between the two of you is suffocating but, surprisingly, Xavier is the one who makes the effort to make conversation about even the simplest of things.
His emotional state would completely drain him. He is so exhausted but he can't sleep at all. Not when he knows you chose to not be by his side.
Nevertheless, Xavier would keep trying, trying and trying and then some more. He brings you things he tried to cook in hope it'll make you smile the same way it did before only to end up throwing it away in a bin after you declined it.
Eventually his exhaustion would catch up to him and lead to a fatal mistake while out in a mission. He is stubborn, but there is only so much he can do when his own body is running into the ground.
"Can you see the sky from where you are?" He would ask during a call you received in the middle of the night in which, unknown to you, would be the last time you ever heard his voice. To Xavier however, he was relived he was able to hear your voice while under the same sky one last time.
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Zayne
Now playing: Promise by Laufey
The breakup itself is so quiet and calm. The two of you discussed things and he accepted it. Zayne would always, always, respect your choices. If being by his side was not something you wanted then he will let you go without any claw marks.
It was too awkward to be around each other so what follows are weeks of radio silence. He throws himself into his work, but he can't find the focus to properly do his job. His mind always go back to youâ Were you okay? Were you thinking of him at all? Were you eating and sleeping well? Who was by your side now?
He breaks the no contact rule first to check on you and although he isn't sure if what he feels is genuine relief when he sees you doing well at least that's...closure. You're happy and healthy, even without him, and he couldn't ask for more than that.
Zayne feels as if everything around him turned dull and grey. His heart frozen in time after you left and he is nothing more than a husk that functions on autopilot until his body breaks down.
He feels cold regardless of the temperature now that you're not here and he believes it is what it is. He tried, he truly did his absolute best, but he can't take away from your happiness.
The two of you will return to being friends after a while and he will continue to support and care for you like he always did. To you, the moments you shared will soon be forgotten while Zayne he will forever remain frozen in those warm memories.
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Sylus
Now playing: The Moon will sing by The Crave Wives
His hands gently cradle your face as he asks you to please talk to him because there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Except sometimes there are are things he simply can't do and that's something he would be forced to accept.
Sylus would ask to keep contact even if it's just for the sake of business and uses any and every excuse to see you or hear your voice. If he can't be wanted then he will be needed and if he can't be needed then he is okay with being used as long as it's by your hands.
In truth, he wouldn't ever give you up regardless if you fell for someone else or years pass. He will be frustrated and hurt at times, but he can be patient. He will wait until it's his turn to be deserving of your heart again.
Though that does not mean he will do absolutely nothing. Sylus would tell you every day that he still loves you and it doesn't matter what you say because he won't ever feel disencouraged.
"I'm not expecting anything or pressuring you. I'm only reminding you that my love for you won't change even if you're not by my side." His voice is like a gentle coo as his hand comes to pat your head, playfully ruffling your hair so you would drop the serious expression on your pretty face.
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Caleb
Now playing: In my room by Julia Wolf
The biggest CRASH out.
First, he knows you want to break up before you even gather up the courage to bring it up and he finds a way to stop you from saying it every. single. time.
"Caleb I thinkâ" "Oh! I completely forgot! I got these tickets to the show you wanted to go! C'mon, c'mon! We'll be late!"
He is in strong denial after you finally manage to say it. He'd claim you're just confused about things and that it'll pass as long as you give it some time because you don't truly mean it. You need him, how could you ever think otherwise?
He will keep calling and texting you non-stopâ He begs you to talk to him and rethink your choice. You're obviously making a mistake so please stop this already.
It would take a lot to make him stop. Unless you had an ironclad reason to not come back to him then he would keep going. When he does stop though? Oof.
Caleb could only endure the torture and damage done to him mentally and physically all those years because you were his anchor. His entire life is centered around you and now that you're gone he'd lose all of his motivation.
The last time you hear from him is through the news you'd receive about the colonel who took his own life.
"Please keep me close to your heart." Your eyes read the words on the letter while your other hand clutched the necklace he left for you. Would you grant him this one last, selfish wish of his?
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#lads#lads x reader#lads angst#lads rafayel#rafayel angst#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel x reader#xavier lads#xavier love and deepspace#xavier x reader#xavier angst#lads sylus#sylus love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus angst#zayne love and deepspace#zayne lads#zayne x reader#zayne angst#caleb love and deepspace#lads caleb#caleb x reader#caleb angst#caleb lnds#zayne lnds#lnds sylus#lnds xavier#lnds rafayel
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i love your coloring so much, it's addicting!! may we see your drawing process?đ„ș
Thank you! Honestly, coloring isnât my strong point, so Iâm really happy you complimented it! đ„șđ
I havenât studied art formally, and my coloring style is mostly intuitive, but Iâll try to explain my process clearly!
Recently, I started making a color sketch before starting the main coloring. Itâs a simple but important step. Donât choose colors randomly, and sometimes switch to grayscale to check overall brightness and balance. My coloring style doesnât involve layering colors for depth, so planning colors beforehand is especially important for me.
Iâll explain using my most recent drawingâthe Kuma family driving!
In that illustration, I first chose pink, blue, and yellow as my main colors. When picking these, itâs good to choose colors that form a triangle on the color wheel. You can learn more about this from books on color theory. Usually, I pick about three colors, but two or four colors also work. Having a color palette reference book is very helpful!
Next, I roughly applied the colors Iâd chosen. At this stage, itâs really rough đ€Łđ€Ł For example, blue for the sky, yellow for the car, and pink for the charactersâ skin and hair. So, my main colors became pink and blue, with yellow as an accent.

After that, I made a rough color sketch. Here, I try to stick closely to the original three colors and avoid choosing colors from very different hues. This time, I wanted to express a summery sky and atmosphere, so the background is bright, and I made the characters darker for contrast. Additionally, I imagined backlighting, so I added highlights with colors close to white. Because the car was yellow, I used warm colors for the rim light. If the car had been blue, Iâd have chosen cooler colors. Rim lights look nice when theyâre slightly brighter and more saturated than your base colors.
Personally, I think you donât need to strictly follow the light source. Sometimes I even add fake highlights if I think they look good! However, too many fake highlights can look unnatural, so itâs important to keep them moderate and still keep the main light source in mind.

I used the color sketch as a reference to paint the base colors. (Sorry, the background was already merged at this stage, so I canât show that separately!)

After painting, the character colors looked a little too pale, so I adjusted them with tone curves. Higher contrast gives a stronger summer feel!

Next, I painted details according to the color sketch. My style is mostly anime-style coloring, so I use a hard brush primarily, but I occasionally soften some areas like skin.
First, I added highlights and rim lights.

When viewed in grayscale, Ginny and Bonneyâs faces were blending into Kumaâs body. To help their faces stand out, I added brighter colors around their faces. In situations like this, I often use layer modes like âSoft Lightâ and âColor Dodge,â but feel free to choose your favorites!


Next, I added shadows and further emphasized bright areas for balance.

Now, onto finishing touches!
I mainly use
Screen (for adding gentle overall lighting)
Soft Light (for slight brightness or color adjustments)
Overlay (I didnât use this time, but itâs great for increasing saturation)
For example, I used the Screen layer mode to add some yellow-green lighting on the right side, to represent sunlight.


With Soft Light, I adjusted areas where characters overlap. I added pink around the hair and a yellowish tone around the skin to clearly separate the characters when viewed in grayscale.


But honestly, I often overdo this step, making the picture feel vague or fuzzy. Looking at this again⊠yeah⊠thereâs room for improvement. Anyway, donât overdo it! đ„șđ„ș

Finally, I slightly adjusted the overall color (lowered saturation because it felt a bit noisy), added a gentle glow effect, applied some noise, and sharpened it a bitâand itâs done!
Explaining this was a good way for me to reorganize my own coloring process! Thanks for asking! Iâm not sure how helpful this explanation was, but I hope you have fun drawing too! âš Iâll try to record a timelapse video of my drawing process next time. But my computer slows down a lot when I record, so it might be tricky đ€Ł
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Um. Random oc time? Idk lol (different ocs, from a new story Iâm working on for fun) (itâs not a very serious one so far, but knowing me Iâll probably end up making it super dark lmfao)
These three guys are the sorta like⊠minor villains from a silly little superhero-ish story that Iâm writing. Theyâre basically just three dumbass friends who fuck around and cause problems for the protagonists lol. They work for the actual villain (and their like, organization/kingdom), but they themselves arenât like, bad ppl or anything. Anyways, Iâm definitely not done the story, but I wanted to sketch out my design concepts for these guys so far bc I love their characters lol :3

Rosemary is the first one, sheâs sorta the leader, but I wouldnât say sheâs the braincell of the group or anything. One time (one time) she mentioned to her two best friends that she was sorta insecure about having white hair and so they tried to dye their hair white as well. She told them she could have just dyed her hair, but did think the gesture was sweet (even if she had to fix it for them because they fucked it up rlly bad lol). She likes wearing unnatural-ish makeup (like pink mascara or drawing like yellow stars on her cheeks with eyeliner etc), and she gives herself fancy hairstyles when she isnât out fighting or anything. She swears a lot, and is definitely the loudest (thatâs probably why sheâs the leader actually). Sheâs the tech person in the trio as well. (She doesnât have any powers, sheâs just rlly book smart.)
Kami is the guy in the middle, heâs pretty scrawny and his powers include teleporting and going invisible, so heâs not really built for fighting but he is really good at running away and hiding. Heâs also pretty useful as a spy. Kami has a lazy eye that is also blind, theyâre super insecure about the lazy eye and would definitely cry if anyone made fun of it lmao. He sees out of that little screen thing, which also hides the lazy eye. The design isnât final, and I still have to work more on the science part of it (blagh) but for now just pretend that it magically works (itâs implanted in his head (sorta like a cochlear implant?) by the optical lobe, but thatâs all I have so far. Maybe Iâll actually try and make it semi-realistic, or maybe we can all just use our imaginations bc it looks cool). Anyways Kami is a silly little guy, and his friends like him a lot so donât be mean to him or you will be killed. If you startle them, they will just teleport away on instinct. Rosemary likes to do that to bully him lol. (Also Rosemary is the one who made is eye thingy btw)
Quinn is the last member of the trio, heâs sorta the muscle of the group, even though he is the shortest. The goggles do literally nothing, he wears them because he thinks they look cool. He can also sorta do fire magic related stuff (like firebending? I guess?) but he hates red and orange so I draw him wearing blue lol. Heâs trans, and also my mandatory guy-with-a-mullet (there has to be one in every story I write idk I donât make the rules). Anyways yeah, heâs kinda just a guy. He likes martial arts, and works out a lot. Also a fan of painting and drawing, although he gets a little embarrassed about that lol. His friends support his passions tho.
Anyways, these are the three musketeers of my silly little story (and major comic relief). Theyâre very lovable if not slightly morally questionable. They love each other very much, and enjoy partaking in evil schemes as a friendgroup.
#Lemme know what yâall think of them lol#Mushroom oc post#Or if any of you are smart and can give me ideas on how to make Kamiâs eye thing work plz hmu lmfao#And yeah there are also protagonists / heroes but like#Who cares about good guys I want to talk about the dumbass villain henchmen besties /silly
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They hate him~ :)
Reference here btw!
#doodle#little nightmares#the thin man#thin man#the doctor#the hunter#the teacher#I've wanted to doodle that#for a long time so#there we go#Also wanted to see if I can still sketch paint#sorry that it's messy
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Painting the guys doing normal guy things




#sorry this took so long as you can see I'm in a painting mood and i meant for this to be like 10 seconds but kept wanting to improve things#i wish i could do all four of them more often! it just takes time#also I'm still learning to paint them which has some added dimensions vs sketching so be gentle with me lol#every painting i worry this will be the painting that y'all realize idk how to draw dicks lol#but i tried to give some variation#okay tag yourself which guy you doing this to#Patrick#Pete#Andy#Joe#y'all know my answer lol#art#painting#the highlights make me feral#I'm going back to being a recluse
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Ew, essays :[
I miss the old days of kindergarten when we attempted to color butterflies and ate erasers and glue
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I hated kindergarten
Essays may suck but at least now I'm not the weird kid in the corner wishing I had friends
However yes I absolutely despise essays with all my being... in fact!
Achievement unlocked: you somehow found a topic moshie hates enough and on a bad day to start them ranting in the tags...
Warning there are curse words, poor spelling, and caps locks
Sorry in advance
#asks#off topic#seriously tho i hate essays so much#one of them is already 5 pages and thats just the rough draft#i better get a fucking high pass on that shit or i will scream#shes actually making us focus on out writing process and OH HO.HO BOY IS MINE A MESS#I SWEAR ITS LIKE TRYING TO MAKE A SKETCH BUT YOU KEEP PAINTING CERTAIN PARTS BECAUSE IT HAS TO LOOK NICE#ONLY TO RELIZE OH WAIT MAYBE THAT DOESN'T GO THERE AND I SHOULD ACTUALLY SHIFT IT AROUND#OR MAYBE I COULD SWAP THIS TOO BE THAT LOOKS AWFUL AND IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE AND WORSE TILL ITS A RIVER OF BLOOD AND PAINT#AND SHE WANTS TO SEE MY ROUGH DRAFT??? HONNEY YOU WOULD HAVE A BETTER CHANCE AT READING THE MARIO SUNSHINE SPEEDRUN CATEGORY BACKWARDS THEN#UNDERSTANDING WHAT THE FUCK IM TRYING TO WRITE ITS WHY I HAVE TO WRITE IT ALL IN ONE GO OTHERWISE I HAVE TO LOOK BACK AND UNDERSTAND WHAT#WAS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD WHILE LOOKING THROUGH THIS MESS!!! OOOHH WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO ORGANIZE THIS WELL SHIT THATS GOING TO TAKE EVEN#LONGER YOU ALREADY GOT ME WRITING WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME STOP MUCH LESS MAKE ME SWITCH SUBJECTS TO ANOTHER ESSAY HALF WAY THROUGH OH BU#AND GUESS WHAT!???? ONE PAGE! DOUBLE SPACE! AND IM NOT GOING TO GIVEN GIVE YOU A DIRECTION TO WRITE IN JUST ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT WE LEARNED#IN THESE LAST TWO WEEKS! TWO WEEKS FUCKING HELL DO YOU KNOW HOW INDECISIVE AND FORGETFUL I AM??? MUCH LESS THE FACT KTS ABOUT ETHNICS#I DIDNT EVEN EANT TO TAKE AN ETHNICS CLASS I WANTED ETHICS I FUCKING HATE EVERY SO MUCH RIGHT NOW#LIKE YEA SURE I KNOW THEY'RE IMPORTANT BUT I STILL HATE ESSAYS and j know my teachers are trying their best...#but jeese ethnics is such a difficult topic because on one had yea i relate to what these people are going through im part of the LGBT#are statistics are very similar but im also bery much a white person and not openly trans/non binary i dont want to look like some stuck up#white person going oooo look at the poor minorities i can TotAlLy relate and now im going to talk about me#because im genuinely scared of coming out idk whos accepting and whos not at least online im safe and can block people...#jeese im sorry for the rant i shouldn't have gone on that much less my art blog#this is supposed to be a positive blog but i just need to put this somewhere or i feel im going to cry out of frustration im sorry#rant post#system#oops moshie got emotional
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I have a request for how the Arcane characters (Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Heimerdinger, Ekko) look so that the reader can access their cuteness. Maybe they are doing or saying something to the reader and the reader suddenly starts hugging and petting them, calling them cute. How would they react to this?
Note: So... I'm the only one who thinks Heimerdinger is really cute. Why aren't there fanfics with him? Mysteries of life..
Arcane characters being called cute by their s/o while they're working
Writer's note: Thanks for requesting! It took longer than I expected because I kept deleting some of the dialogue from how cheesy and cringe it sounded lmao. Heimerdinger is not on my list of characters I write for, but I figured I'll write him this one time. I hope you don't mind that I also added Mylo, cuz why not?
Request/s: Open!
Warning/s: Get a dentist. This is some tooth-rotting fluff. Not proofread and english isn't my native language.
Character/s: Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Heimerdinger and Mylo
â Viktor tends to get lost in his work, mumbling equations or sketching out blueprints for his projects. You find this incredibly endearing, but not when he gets so absorbed that he forgets to eat or sleep.
â If you suddenly hug him or call him cute, heâll freeze in shock at first. He blinks up at you as if you just said something in a language he doesnât understand. Then, his cheeks will flush a light pink, and heâll chuckles softly. âCute is... not a term I hear often. But thank you."
â Over time, he grows more comfortable and secretly enjoys the affection. He may even lean into it, but heâll never outright admit it. Instead, he might deflect with a shy smile and, âYou should focus on more important matters."
â Yeah no, that's a sign for you to keep doing it.
â Jayce is the golden boyâconfident, charming, and ridiculously handsome. He likes to appear professional and put-together, but you know him well enough to see through that exterior to the dorky, hardworking man beneath.
â When you hug him out of nowhere while he cooks and call him cute, he blinks for a second but chuckles as he turns to look at you. âCute? Babe, Iâm going for ruggedly handsome and sweet here. But I'll take it."
â Still, he's flattered and loves the affection you give him. And unlike Viktor, he's not afraid or shy to show you he wants more of it. He might pull you closer and say, "You're one to talk." He's a romantic and albeit cheesy guy.
â Now, you probably might be thinking about why and how is he cooking, but that's for another headcanon! (I just realized how I'm not even sure whose side am I on. Can he cook?? Cuz I feel like he can. But I also see him burning food-)
â Jinx, as we all know, is pure chaos, always working on something explosive or messing around. She has a habit of humming and singing off-key to herself while she works, which makes you think sheâs oddly cute in her own... quirky way. To be honest, itâs hard not to find her enthusiasm contagious, even if itâs a little dangerous.
â One day, you catch her doing exactly that while painting her trademark designs on one of her grenades. The sight just makes you smile as you walk up and wrap your arms around her, telling her, âYouâre so cute when youâre focused like this,â or something of the sort.
â Sheâll throw her hands up and turn to look at you, trying to play off your compliment as a joke. âWoah, you might be crazier than me!" She grins and laughs softly, before making her voice sound more gruff, "Ya buttering up the author nightmares with your mooshy stuff!â
â But after her initial over-the-top reaction, sheâll soften. âFine, soak it all in.â She shrugs and continues working. But deep down, she really loves the affection and she's getting more and more attached to you. You're giving her the kind of love that she thinks she never deserved in her life, so she really appreciates these little things you do. She might even snuggle up to you later, claiming itâs to âsoak in all this âcuteâ energy.â
â Oh, by the way, she'll make this happen a lot more often. By how, you ask? Well, by doing the same thing to you, of course! It becomes a little challenge betweem the two of you who calls the other one cute first and catching them off guard with it.
â Vi is all tough love and sass, but thereâs a soft side she shows only to the people she really cares about. You notice this when sheâs being protective or just in those peaceful moments when you're both alone together.
â If you call her cute, sheâll raise an eyebrow and smirk. âCute? Babe, I think youâve got the wrong person.â
â Later, sheâll definitely tease you about it, saying something like, âSo, howâs it feel dating the cutest person in Zaun?â or "Am I still cute?" with a playful grin. She'll be teasing you and making you smile with that while she's half naked and flexing her biceps (she knows you love them), or when she just got done with a fight and is still holding her gauntlets.
â She loves it, don't let that teasing fool you.
â Heimerdinger is an adorable bundle of wisdom and fluff. You often catch him rambling about science with such enthusiasm that you canât help but smile. Look at him! He's just adorable!
â One day, as heâs showing you a tiny contraption he just finished, you canât help but reach out and pet his fluffy head, saying, âYouâre the most cutest genius ever.â
â Heimerdinger chuckles, his mustache twitching with amusement. âAh, well, I suppose I do have a certain charm about me, donât I?â
â He pretends to be unaffected, but you notice the way his tail swishes slightly when you hug him. âI must say, your affection is quite... energizing! Perhaps I should study its effects further.â
â From then on, he might start subtly seeking out your affectionâlike casually leaning into your hand when you pet him or âaccidentallyâ bumping into you while working.
â Ekko is talking to you about his plans for the Firelights while sketching upgrades for their hoverboards.
â You were quietly admiring him, the way his eyes light up and the focused furrow of his brows, when you suddenly blurt out, âYouâre so cute when youâre focused.â
â He freezes for a second, then looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. âCute? Me?â He grins, a soft laugh escaping. âYou sure youâre not talking about yourself there?â
â He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but the smile gives him away.
â âYouâre not getting away with saying that,â he teases, leaning in to nudge you lightly with his shoulder. He goes back to doing his work before playfully adding, âBut if you keep looking at me like that, I might just start believing it.â
â It's these little things that matters. These moments, even if simple, it gives him hope and motivation to make the world a better place. The way his eyes soften when you look at him in that moment, and how he lets his guard down just enough to show you he cares â itâs clear that, while he teases, he loves the attention, and he loves you even more for it.
â Dude's got lines fr fr
â Mylo has always been the type of guy who had a sarcastic, sassy remark ready. We all know that from how he treated Powder.
â When you suddenly hug him and call him cute, he freezes for a second, unsure of how to react. âCute? Me?â He scoffs, trying to play it cool, but it's very obvious he's a bit flustered by it. âOut of all the compliments you couldâve picked, you went with cute? Iâm more like... cool, and handsome.â He throws a dramatic, exaggerated pose, trying to hide his nervousness.
â Despite his teasing, there's a small, pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He tries to act nonchalant, but the way he keeps glancing at you shows how much heâs secretly enjoying it.
â âSeriously, though. Iâm cool, alright?â he continues, trying to regain his confidence. âI donât do cute. But, uh... thanks. I guess.â He says softly as he shrugs, clearing his throat.
â Later on, when no oneâs watching, you might catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small smile on his face, clearly still flattered.
Can you guys guess which is my favorite based on how long their headcanons are
#viktor arcane#Viktor x reader#Jayce arcane#Jayce talis#Jayce talis arcane#Jayce x reader#jayce talis x reader#Jinx#jinx arcane#jinx x reader#vi arcane#Vi x reader#Heimerdinger#Heimerdinger arcane#Heimerdinger x reader#ekko arcane#ekko x reader#mylo x reader#mylo arcane#arcane x reader#league of legends x reader
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hi! can i request a little bitch blurb about how YN Piastri starts getting back to discover her individual identity by taking up art classes once again, how carlos supports her through it and Oscar seeing it unfold and is just happy how good Carlos has been for her đ
THE LITTLE BITCHES + OSCAR = đ„șđ„șđ„ș also am randomly i revealing that they live together in grove now? absolutely
You're coming back from grabbing coffee with Oscar, who's visiting for the weekend when you notice Carlos acting suspicious, hovering near the stairs of your Grove home.
"What did you break?" you ask.
"Nothing!" He looks offended. "Why do you always assume-"
"Because she's my sister," Oscar chimes in from behind you. "And she's usually right."
"The betrayal," Carlos clutches his chest dramatically. "My own brother-in-law."
"Not your brother-in-law yet," you remind him.
"Yet?" Both men say simultaneously, Oscar gagging while Carlos grins.
"Shut up. Both of you." But you can't help smiling. "Now what are you being weird about?"
Carlos takes your hand. "I have something to show you."
"If this is another simulator setup..."
"Just... come with me?"
There's something in his voice that makes you stop teasing. Oscar catches it too, because he drops onto the couch with a knowing smile.
"I'll wait here. Try not to be gross."
"No promises," Carlos winks, leading you upstairs towards the spare room you hadn't decided what to do with yet.
"Close your eyes."
"Carlos..."
"Please?"
You do, if only because he sounds nervous in a way you rarely hear. You feel him guide you forward, hear a door open.
"Okay. Look."
You open your eyes and forget how to breathe.
The room has been transformed. An easel stands by the window, catching the perfect natural light. There's a craft table, organized with supplies you haven't touched in years. Shelves lined with paints, brushes, papers. A comfortable chair in the corner with a reading lamp.
But it's the walls that make your heart stop. He's hung up your old artwork - pieces you'd forgotten about, sketches from years ago when you still made time for it, before Oscar's career took off and you poured everything into being there for your little brother.
"How did you..."
"Oscar helped," Carlos says softly. "He had some of your old pieces. Your mum found more. I've been collecting them for months."
You touch one sketch - a racing helmet design you'd done for Oscar years ago. "I forgot about these."
"You never forgot. You just... put it aside. For everyone else."
There's a lump in your throat. "Carlos..."
"I see how you doodle during race weekends. How you still sketch in the margins of everything. I thought... maybe it's time you had a space just for you."
You turn to him, vision blurry. "I don't know what to say."
"That's a first," he teases gently, but his eyes are soft. "You've spent so long taking care of everyone else. Being Oscar's rock. Being my... well, personal tormentor-"
"Little bitch."
"There she is." He wraps his arms around you from behind. "I just thought you deserved something that's just yours. Something that isn't about racing or family or me."
You lean back against him, taking in the room. Your room. "When did you do all this?"
"Been working on it while you were with Oscar. Lando helped paint. Though he did try to convince me to make everything papaya orange."
A laugh bubbles through your tears. "Of course he did."
"Do you like it?"
You turn in his arms. "Like it? Carlos, this is... I can't believe you did this."
"So no more calling me little bitch?"
"Oh no, that's eternal." But you kiss him softly. "Thank you. For remembering this part of me."
"I remember all of you. Even the parts you forgot about."
You look around the room again - your room, your space, your forgotten passion carefully brought back to life by the man you once couldn't stand.
"I love you," you whisper.
"Enough to stop with the chihuahua jokes?"
"Let's not get crazy."
He laughs, kissing your temple. "Want me to leave you to explore?"
"Stay? Just for a bit?"
"Of course."
You settle into the chair, pulling him down with you, just taking it all in. This piece of yourself you'd packed away, now unpacked with such care by someone who loves all your pieces.
"Hey Carlos?"
"Mm?"
"My first new piece is going to be a portrait of a stressed chihuahua."
"I'm leaving."
"No you're not."
"No," he kisses your head. "I'm not."
When you finally come back downstairs, eyes still a bit red but smiling, you find Oscar sprawled on the couch playing FIFA.
"So?" he asks without looking up. "Did he do good?"
"You knew about this?"
"Who do you think helped him find all your old stuff?" Now he does look up, grinning. "Remember that helmet design you did for me? The one with the koalas?"
"I can't believe you kept that."
"Course I did. You used to make the coolest stuff before you got all caught up in..." he waves his hand vaguely, "you know, making sure I was okay all the time."
"Oscar..."
"No, don't get emotional on me. I'm just saying..." he glances at Carlos, who's leaning against the doorframe watching you both. "It's good to see you getting back to it. To see someone taking care of you for a change."
"Even if it's this little bitch?" you joke, trying to lighten the moment.
"Even then." Oscar's smile turns mischievous. "Though I still think you could've done better. Like, literally anyone else..."
Carlos throws a cushion at him. "I let you win at FIFA for this?"
"Let me? Mate, I destroyed you!"
"You wish, kangaroo boy."
You watch them bicker, these two most important men in your life, and feel something settle in your chest. Oscar catches your eye mid-argument and mouths 'he's good for you' with a soft smile.
You nod, because he is. More than you deserve.
"Oi!" Oscar's voice breaks through your thoughts. "Stop making gross lovey eyes at each other and someone play with me. I need to prove I'm the superior FIFA player in this household."
"You don't even live here!"
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Can I request Hazbin Hotel characters reacting to an artist!reader that draws a lot but never shows anyone their work but one day accidentally left it out and their partner finds it and sees several sketches and finished drawings of them? Sorry if itâs an odd ask, Iâm an artist and I thought it would be a cute idea I donât see nearly enough, itâs okay if you canât. Thank you either way!!!
Artist Rendition
Hazbin Gang x GN!Reader

TW:A little flirty with Angelâs reaction. Other than that none!
A/N: Not an odd request at all, Friend! For Angelâs part I did write for a male Reader and Fem Reader for Vaggie! KINDA SHORT I APOLOGIZE FRIEND!
-đŠAlastorđŠ-
-đŠ Alastor was very curious to see you carry a sketchbook around all the time. He wanted to pry so badly.
-đŠ But he didnât, he simply ignored the book and only ever asked about it if you were near him. You always get flustered and hide the book even further. Oh now heâs wondering what kind of dark secrets you have in there~
-đŠ But to his surprise when he finds it open and on a page, he sees drawings of him, he carefully flips the page and sees a half down sketch of him sitting in front of the fireplace.
-đŠ Oh boy you just made his ego inflate and his undead heart soar to new heights. His tail starts wagging and thatâs the only way someone can catch how happy he is.
-đŠ Now? Heâs going to poke a little fun at you, âMy Dear, if you had to pick anyone in the hotel to be your muse who would it be?âÂ
-đŠ Silly deer man loves you and your abilities, he often tells you that your work needs to be displayed in a museum.
-đLuciferđ-
-đ Oh boy- when he finds out you can draw? Oh he gets super excited and asks if you can draw him a duck- even if itâs a little doodle! He doesnât care!
-He doesnât really ask or pry into your hobby much but he will admit he does want to see what you draw.
-When he does see that you drew him of all people he gets all flustered and heâs prideful cause his partner?? His darling little angel drew him?!?
-He will volunteer to pose for you, heâs used to sitting still for hours on end!Â
-He will even pose naked if you want him to! Just say the word and heâll drop his clothes right there.
-đ°Huskđ°-
-đ° He watched you sit at the bar and draw to your heart's content and never really commented on it.
-đ° When he does peek into your sketchbook itâs to pull behind the bar into a safe place so nothing ruins your work.
-đ°Thatâs when he notices the drawings and doodles of him and his tail curls happily. The way you captured him doing menial tasks sends his heart into overdrive.
-đ° You were too good for him, damn it. The next time you find it? It has a little sticky note on the cover of your sketchbook and it has a little drawing of you with a small message, âHad to go out with Alastor. Love you, Dollface.âÂ
-đ·ïž Angel Dust đ©·-
-đ·ïž Oh this man- he loves it! Youâre an artist and heâs also like an artist! But of a very very different genre.
-đ©· He also doesnât pry much as he understands privacy. He wants to give you that as much as he can since he doesnât get much of it.
-đ·ïž Once he finds out you draw him? Heâs over the fucking moon cause his man? His precious boyfriend draws him!Â
-đ©·Expect him to start flirting more and more but with art related flirts. âCome on, Sugaâ~ Draw me like one of your french girls~â im sorry. Heâs very supportive!
-đCharlieđ-
-đ oh this baby girl..sheâs been so busy lately that if she did notice it completely slipped her mind!
-đ But when she finds your sketchbook? She gets super excited cause you draw this good?? Sheâs so proud that she immediately goes to find you!
-đ She is another who fully supports you! You need anything, don't hesitate to ask!
-đ Will try to convince you to start painting for the hotel! You can say no it wonât offend her.
-đVaggieđ-
-đ Much like Husk she wonât point it out or comment on it.
-đWill find out you draw her when she sees it when cleaning up and gets all blushy cause this is how you see her?
-đ Comes clean immediately about seeing your drawings and tells you how amazing they are.
-đ Shyly asks if she can pose for you next time, how could you say no to her?
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do you see anyone other than me? (baby please) | rafayel (lnds)
âź tags ; rafayel x fem+ afab!reader, established relationships, dom!reader, sub!rafayel, gentle femdom, oral (m!recieving + some f!recieving), anal (m!recieving), praise kink (so much), dirty talk (SO much),pegging / topping, top!reader, bottom!rafayel dry orgasms 18+
âź wc ; 6.9k (come on man)
âź a/n ; reader and mc do not share a personality in this. reader is intentionally meant to have like... a more serious personality. so they are mc but not at the same time if that makes sense sdkjskj.
also i know this guy but only a little bit. i was planning on binging the main story after caleb got released but got ?? caught up writing this?? this has happened twice im so scared
âź synopsis ; making sure rafayel actually forgives you is at the top of your priorities.

When you come home from the office, take your shoes off, and turn the corner into the living roomâyou know without looking that Rafayel is in a mood. Â
Not a good one. Â
Itâs something in the air, a lingering tension that makes all movement stiff as you attempt to navigate through the unease. You find Rafayel on the couch. Soft, deep lavender waves tussled like heâs been tossing and turning - pressed into the side of the couch. All curled up small. Â
Somehow, you just know what sort of attitude youâll be met with. You know your lover well enough to know that heâll be moody but youâve less confidence in regards to what that mood may be. Â
Taking a deep breath, you step into the wide expanse of Rafayelâs living room and studio. His head turns, bangs falling in his face as you slide your work bag off from your shoulder to set aside. Your keys, noisy as you set them down, even gentlyâtrying to leave the air undisturbed. Heâs looking at you from over his shoulder but realizes he canât completely see you that way. Instead of standing to his feet to come greet you, he drops his head back on the arm of the couch to stare at you upside down in a tense silence. Â
You give him a look. His mood is sour. Maybe more than you thought. He smiles first, then frowns unhappily before turning his attention back to what he was doing. You hear small scratching noisesâheâs sketching. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there doing that, since he usually just prefers to paint without thinking too hard. Â
After that, he doesnât look at you. He doesnât greet you, either. Â
âIâm home.â You say evenly. You think about being placating from the jump, but without knowing his exact reason - you worry youâll only worsen the state of affairs. Â
Rafayel hums. âWelcome home.â Â
Your brain wracks through every possibility on what could be the source of this level of moodiness. Sometimes, his moody behavior is for kicks but itâs not this time. If it was, heâd lay it on thickly. Act theatrically towards you, get in your face about it.Â
But heâs tense, forcefulâevery scratch of his pencil is too harsh like itâs rife with irritation. You tread carefully. Â
âCan I sit with you?â Â
âWhy are you asking? Donât you live here too? Just because I bought the couches with my money doesnât meanââ Â
âRafayel.â You say, interrupting him. He scowls at you. âCan I?â Â
As if more bothered by you being level, he huffs. Itâs followed with a business smile over his shoulder. âSure. Do whatever you want.â Â
You choose to sit on the empty end of the couch where Rafayel does his sketching - fitting yourself in the gap of his space near his feet. You slide yourself in then gently lift his legs into your lap. Rafayel gives you a look when you do this, clearly debating on whether or not he should reject your act of goodwill. Ultimately he stays.Â
Notably, while his pencil is still scratching on paper - you think by this point heâs not really sketching anything at all. Â
âI got off of work late,â You explain. You rest your hands on his calf gently. âThere was an incident near the station but it was a false alarm so I ended up being cleared.â Â
âOh? Is that so?â Â
Warm, you think. You nod. Â
âThereâs been a lot of Metaflux increases in the residential districts close to our headquarters. Itâs odd.â You explain. Rafayel is quiet, looking at his nails disinterested. You go on, not taking offense. âStrange as it is, thereâs been no active threats. Still, given the location, it needs a lot of man power to be investigated.â Â
Rafayel sits quietly, unreadable. You continue on. âSo itâs been busy. I think weâve cleared the level of threat, so another team will probably take over soon.â Â
âHm.â Rafayel says, a petulant edge to his voice. Warmer. âSo thatâs why youâve been so late this week. I guess itâs good that nothing happened. It mustâve been difficult, so difficult if you could barely spend time with your one and only lover. But I guess itâs fine, itâs not like thereâs anything you can do in that circumstances. Well, you couldâve done a lot but if it didnât occur to you thereâs nothing to be said, then againâwhy would itââ Â
Hot. âRafayel.â Â
âWhat.âÂ
âIâm sorry for being late,â You say. Â
A beat. His frown deepens. Â
âAnd?â Â
You pause before answering, smiling apologetically. âFor not keeping in contact with you more.â Â
Some of the life returns to him. Youâve deduced the source of his bad mood, which means the only thing left is to alleviate it. You donât like seeing him upset. Heâs quick to forgive you, always optimistic and trying to keep your relationship lighthearted. Â
But there is an underlying desire in him that makes you more conscious about any minor infringements. Despite himself, Rafayel is more concerned about you liking him than heâll ever let on in his life. Even when heâs upset, heâll forgive you - but the feelings linger until they explode. When he gets like that, itâs much harder to comfort him. Â
Itâll fester if you donât apologize properly. You know him well enough to know that and you love him well enough to not want to see when disaster strikes. Â
(Plus, thereâs something about the way heâs still pouting. Heâs trying to relax, but itâs there. Itâs cute to you. It makes you want to kiss it better.)Â
âIâm sorry,â You offer. You reach for the hand resting in his lap and he lets you take it, though itâs limp. You press a kiss to the back of it, eyes full of affection. âIâm not used to having someone wait for me,â Â
Rafayel makes another face at you, unreadable. âNot just anyone.â Â
You laugh lightly. âThatâs true.â Â
Squeezing his hand tighter, you kiss it one more time. âCan I make it up to youâŠ?âÂ
âI donât know. Can you?â Â
âIâd like to,â You offer, another kiss - just higher on back of his hand. Closer towards his wrist. âWhatever you wanted.â Â
âWhatever I want is a tempting offer, Miss Bodyguard. What a talent for bargaining you have, indeed. Maybe you should try bidding a one of my auctions, just to see.âÂ
âIâd bid too high off the bat. Iâd go bankrupt,â You tease back, a sweet lilt to your voice that makes Rafayelâs eyes shimmer, fond of your wit. âWould you be willing to keep me if I gave it all up that way, I wonder?â Â
âSince it was for me, I could consider being merciful.â Â
You give him sincere but small smile and Rafayel seems to warm up seeing it. He can be coy, even playful about his affection but thereâs something about him today that feels more shy then it does anything else.Â
âIf I can ask for whatever I want,â Rafayel starts. âMaybe we could start with paying back your dues. After all you owe me your full undivided attention after your week of neglect.âÂ
âThatâs easy.â You say, charming. Rafayel makes a face at you that makes you want to laugh. âI wanted to give you that anyway. Is that all?â Â
âAre you telling me to be more demanding? You think thatâs a wise choice?â Â
âIf it makes you happy, Iâll play the fool.â Â
Itâs corny, deliberately not something youâd say to anyone else or at any other time. Something that Rafayel might say to you in a different circumstance, so in a way youâve simply beat him to the punch. He goes through several feelings, each passing over his expression. Amusement to disbelief to embarrassment even he canât cover up too easily.Â
Great risk comes with great reward. Yours is a smiling Rafayel, boyish and amused. Color returned to him, a playful air of mischief about him. Â
âWell if youâre that desperate to make it up to me, then I guess I could try to forgive you. Gosh, you must be so desperate if youâre willing to act this way. Youâve totally fallen for me, havenât you?â Â
Yes, you think. Too much of that at once and heâll get shy again. Youâll have plenty of coaxing to do later so you keep the thought to yourself. You smile at him instead. âSo, youâve anymore demands for me, my liege?â Â
Rafayel hums before breaking out into a grin. âHmm. For now, just one.â He offers you his hand. âTake me upstairs.â Â
__Â Â
Rafayel has a way about him, with you and only you, that makes you especially weak to his advances. Â
Whatever those advances are, however taxing on you they may beâthereâs so rarely a time where you can tell him no. He likes having that much influence over you, no matter what his particular mood is. If heâs feeling the desire to keep you under his thumb or be at your mercy. Whats central to him in each instance is that he has the full breadth of your attention, your desire, and most importantlyâyour lacking will to resist. Â
You like it all because you like Rafayel. Like how it feels trying to hold onto him as he slips between your fingers. Â
If someone asked you what you like most, though - itâd be this. Â
Not quite at your mercy but expectant of your devotion. Crystalline eyes and long, straight lashes blinking up at you with unwitting demand, crowding around you mercilessly. A gaze that weakens you, disarms you, demands your propriety. Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Â
His words come out more annoyed than he wants them to. Your eyes come back into focus to Rafayel on top of you, in your lap as you lean against the headboard. His weight settled like heâs something that fits there perfectly and he does. Your hand reaches for his lower back, eyes tracing down the damp skin. Button shirt opened just loose enough to catch glimpse of his collarbones, with only boxers underneath. Your hands run down his sides, smooth down his bare thighs - mesmerized by cream colored skin that begs for blemishes.Â
His expression bewitches you even when your mind had prepared you for it. You smile almost lazily, drawing him just a little closer to you until your noses touch. âOf you.â Â
He scoffs at you. âIs that so? Not that you have no reason to think about your perfect, darling loverâitâs just that it seems like heâs the last thing on your mind these days, so you know,-âÂ
You kiss him. Itâs only partially to shut him up. Itâs mostly because him talking makes you look at the shape of his mouth, the curve of his lipsâthe way heâs pouting at you. Itâs almost too much. You part after a minute, careful not to deepen the kiss. Â
He has something to say after the fact, dazed - hands on your shoulders trying to give himself the room to speak before you kiss him again. Â
But you donât relent. You kiss him harder, a hand around the back of his neck - slipping your tongue against his lips in the way you like. He doesnât concede. Youâre not really expecting him to. He kisses back even harder like heâs trying to prove a point - teeth digging into your lower lip. A little too sharp for human, but perfect for him. Â
You pull away breathless. A hand still on the nape of his neck, sliding around enough to feel his pulse under your thumb. Thump, thump, thumpârabbit quick. You smile at him suggestively, proving him displeased. Â
âDonât interrupt me. Trying to kiss me when Iâm airing out my complaints is unprofessional and rude, Iâll have you know.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â Your lips brush his jawbone. âItâs hard to think about talking when youâre half-naked on top of me.â Â
âYou can be so vulgar. Itâs shocking. Youâre usually all serious and about work and then sometimes you look like a dog waiting to be told it can have the treat on itâs nose,â Rafayel says airily. Fake haughty, voice colored with coyness. You look up at him. âDoes it really count as making it up to me if all youâre doing is lusting after me?â Â
You donât deny him at face value. âYou set the standard. You tell me. Do you feel like Iâm still making it up to you or should I work a little harder?â Â
Thereâs something between you. A spark of electricity that fizzles and pops, tension deepening. Rafayel likes playing tug of war with you. Even though heâs expecting to be pampered - thereâs nothing easy about letting him. But it works when you keep yourself even. Eager. Having your desire and lust for him out in the open gives him the power again and he likes that, even when itâs mostly pretend. Â
âWork harder. You have to earn your paycheck Miss Bodyguard.â He says. You laugh a little, sitting up a little straighter. Â
âYes boss,â You reply. You lean forward, pulling his weight down as your hands slide underneath the loose, flowy button up. Your hands find his waist, holding his sides before gliding them up on the planes of his back. Heâs got lean muscle, a swimmers build that feels tight to the touch. Â
You kiss him on the lips again, tongue sweeping against his lower lip. Rafayel playfully rejects it when you do. You pull away one hand to cup the back of his neck and force the kiss deeper, tongue pressing the closed seam of his lips until he yield and lets you. He melts at the gesture rather unwittingly, the softest little whimper sounding as you feel your tongues touch. Itâs a wet, hot kiss. Mouth sticky with spit and saliva. Â
âIâm working hard so you shouldnât be too hard on me,â You say playfully. Rafayel rolls his hips, makes a noise for you as he huffs. âI want to make you feel good.â Â
âYouâreââ Â
You interrupt him again. Not with a kiss on his mouth this time, but a chaste one to the very corner of of it - trailing down the soft curve of his jawline. You make the pressure on his neck featherlight. Thin skin prone to being sensitive, he melts at the soft touch. Cranes his neck up subconsciously to give you access to it. In the spirit of pampering him, you bite at the skin with a genuine hunger. Marking each bruise with a kiss first, you sink your teeth into him without remorse. Incisors scraping the delicate area before you suck hard, broken capillaries throbbing underneath your tongue when you lick them after the fact.Â
 Deep, deep shades of red and purple bloom all over the column of his throat. It doesnât feel like enough to you still. Â
âMy neck hurts from all your biting.â His voice comes out in wet pants, betraying the sentiment. You laugh warmly at his attempt to diverge. Â
âDoes it? Should I be gentler, then?â You offer. After you feel like youâve marked his neck enough, you press another feather-light kiss right where his adams apple sits. Another on his clavicle. When it gets to his collarbone - you donât do anything more than brush your lips. Â
Rafayel whines. Itâs a throaty sound that makes your whole body break out into a shiver. Such a pleasant sound on the ears that your mind pictures instantly what other sounds he might make if you just had your way with him. It uncovers a selfish part of you. You could flip him over on your bed and take him if you wanted. Fuck him until he sings as punishment maybe for being tempting like a siren drawing a lone sailor into deep waters. Â
You keep the thoughts to yourself, and keep your composure. You ask again instead. âCome on. Tell me. Do you want me to touch you more gently?â Â
He fusses in your lap. You grin. âWhatâs the point in being gentle now if youâre being so rough to begin with? The change would be just weird, you know.â Â
âI guess it would,â You let yourself lick the same places you just kissed. You bite then hard enough to leave a mark and Rafayel arches himself into it. âItâs better like this then, right? If I leave marks all over you, then maybe youâll feel less lonely when I get busy again.â Â
âI should get to leave them on you too. Your memory isnât as sharp as it used to be. A physical reminder might do you some good, yes.â Â
His voice is trembling, despite himself. You pull away to look up at him, and catch sight of a fragility you sometimes forget heâs capable of. Brows drawn into a furrow, lips pulled into a pout. Like a wound reopened inside of him that heâs so desperate to cauterize but canât. You want to kiss the lines between his brows and get on your knees for it. A proof of your affection. Â
âIâm sorry for being careless,â You say, sincere. Rafayel looks ready to quiet you, concerned about the mood but you proceed anyhow. You lift his shirt up and hold it to his mouth, and he bites without your instruction. Bare chest exposed to him, you flit your gaze to his face. âI canât do anything but try to beg your forgiveness. Still,â Â
You kiss his sternum, your hands on his waist. You fingers trail down his sides, hands sliding back up to chest. His nipples are hard, damp skin cool to the touch. Your warm him with your fingers, rolling over the sensitive tips. Rafayel makes a muffled noise, his cock twitching responsively. Â
âAll I ever really think about is you,â You say. Rafayel gives you a long, unreadable look as you toy with his chest. âIâm not the type to half-ass things so my thoughts always revolve around you. Finishing work to come home to you. If youâve eaten or if you locked yourself in the studio to paint all day. If we should go somewhere together on my day off.â Â
You lean forward and stick your tongue out, taking his nipples into your mouth. You roll the other one with your hand to increase the pleasure - content as you watch his face begin to flush. He watches you so closely, the tips of his ears burning a bright red. You suck hard, wetting them with saliva before you take them gently between your teeth and tugging. Â
âIâm not good at balancing work with play. Iâm also not very friendly so youâre the only person Iâve ever spent so much time datingâ You hum, nuzzling his skin. âIâm sure down the line itâll be harder. But, if it helps, itâs true that my heads always filled with you.â Â
Your hands grip his waist, pushing his hips forward slightly as you suck and bite his chest again. A line of saliva connects you both as you pull away - teethmark indentations in their place. Â
âI want to make you feel good,â You maneuver Rafayel until heâs underneath you. His expression reads as overwhelmed but the faint blush blooming all over his skin and the hazy look in his eyes makes you confident heâs feeling more than just uncertainty. More like restlessness. A desire to be touched as he lays on his back with you looming over him. âAnd to touch you everywhere.â Â
You lean into him, trailing kisses down the his chest. You can feel his pulse quicken again as you touch him, spreading his legs as you put your thumb inside the waistband of his boxers. Â
Like this, he looks especially enchanting. The sleeves of his shirt pulled over his palms, button-up bunched up underneath his chin, and tight gray boxer briefs snug around his hips. Your bedroom, dimly lit, casting shadow on the sinewy muscle. His chest heaves with anticipation, stomach tense as your lips trace a path down from chest to navel. Excitement wracks through his body. Â
You put a hand on his stomach and look up at him. âI want to leave my mark on all of it. I want your body to remember I felt this deep inside of you and shiver. Youâll be able to think of me half as much as I think of you.â Â
Rafayel heaves, eyes glossed over. âShit, youâre so unfair. Itâs like you have two personalities or something. Are you tricking me? Is it actually you in there?â Â
You smile a little, pleased by his reply. Â
You follow your instinct, sliding his boxers off and tossing them somewhere. Rafayel is hard. So hard it looks like it hurts. The tip of his cock is ruddy, wet with pre-cum and swollen. His dick is long. Stands up with a straight curve. You breathe on it, making Rafayel flinch with anticipation. Your eyes flicker up to his face, terrible pout betraying his feigned moodiness.. Â
âDonât tease me,â He voices. Arousal strikes through you like hot iron at the whine of his voice. Almost pitiful. Â
âNot today,â You promise.Â
You making yourself comfortable between Rafayelâs legs, sticking your tongue out to taste him. He smells like soap and skin, but the scent is still so arousing. Your head is heavy with it, senses suffocating, hands stabilizing themselves by grabbing hold of his thighs. Rafayel looks near overwhelmed from even the slightest touch. Itâs uncharacteristic for him to be so quiet. Almost meek. He must be aching for you more than he lets on. Â
You let his cock rest against your face, nuzzling it with your cheek. His cock responds sweetly to the lewd act. He lets out a sigh about, subtly trying to shimmy away from the touch. Unable to win against your grip, he sinks back into the bed and takes a long breath. Â
âKeep your eyes on me,â  Â
In the business of spoiling him, you leave your teasing to a minimum. You gather spit in your mouth and spit it onto his cock with force - relishing the his breath hitches. How his eyes widen just slightly. You stroke his shaft with a tight grip, bringing your head down suck lightly below the shaft of his cock. His head falls back again, mouth open in a silent plea. Â
Rafayel keens for you when you work him with the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. You use your hands to fondle him while you shift your attention to his length. Your lips placing hot kisses up until they stop at the slit - tongue dipping into and tasting precum. Salty and warm. You wet your lips again and brush them against his cock - watching the way his expression shifts at the sensation, lightly sucking as you build yourself up having him in your mouth. Â
He pitches his hips with desperation that spurs you to give him more pleasure. You open wide to take his cock into your mouth. The weight of it feels good. Arousal clouds your mind as you hollows your cheeks and stick your tongue out over your lip. Heâs throbbing so hard it makes you lightheaded. Â
A minute passes as you just hold him in your mouth, getting your jaw used to the sensation before you put in work in making him feel good. Like steel over your velvet, you use your tongue to lap at the sensitive skin while spitting and drooling. Youâre making a mess. The room echoes with the filthy noise of you swallowing and choking on Rafayelâs cock. Â
âOh, fuck.âÂ
Your eyes flicker up to Rafayel, trying not to crack a smile at the state of disarray heâs in. His expression is so twisted from pleasure. All of his features reflective of it. His blush seems to creep down even further the longer you go. Your body gradually heats up, core throbbing as you take him down. Take him slowly into the narrow canal of your throat, eyes watering. Â
You ease yourself down the very base - nose pressed against his navel, tongue over your lip. Rafayelâs fingers curl into the sheets underneath you trying not to buck his hips. Â
âGet off of me, Iâll cum.â He says, almost panicked. âYour throat feels so good. Y-your mouth is so hot and itâs making me feel so good, canâtâI canât. You gotta get off orââ Â
His words of protest fall on deaf ears as you spread his legs even further. Wanting to make him feel better, you part them.Â
 Youâre greeted by pretty pink hole - already wet for you. A stream of spit follows as you pull off him.Â
 Rafayel heaves in relief. Â
âYou got yourself ready,â You say, less than ask. Rafayel rolls his eyes. Â
âSo what if I did?âÂ
âI wanted to do it for you.â You reply, pretending to sulk. âTold you I wanted to spoil you.â Â
He blushes further. âDonât you have any sensibility? Youâre doing more than enough. Being excessive, even.â Â
âI donât believe in being excessive when it comes to you,â You hum. Sitting up, you reach over the bedside table for a bottle of lube. You pour it in excess on your two fingers before coming back down between his legs. The bed creaks under your weight.Â ïżœïżœ
Lube drips from your two fingers onto Rafayelâs hole, thick as you push the excess with two fingers. Both go in so smoothly it makes you smirk. Heâs soft inside. Itâs so easy for you to put both fingers inside of him, even easier to find his prostate - swollen from arousal. He mustâve fucked himself open like this on three fingers given how easily yours follow. Â
âItâs so wet inside. You mustâve really wanted me to fuck you.â Â
âSo what if Iâaahâdid?â Â
âWell, I wanted to take you apart nice and slow.â You say, slowly rubbing your fingers against his prostate, pleased by the little oh noises he makes when you. Cum spills from the tip immediately. Heâs so sensitive. You divulge your plans to him as you stretch him. âFirst with my mouth once or twice. I was going to save fucking you for the end butââ You push your fingers deeper. To the knuckle. His eyes shoot wide open before his voice breaks into a moan. âSince Iâm making it up to you you, I was wondering if I should just cut the chase and make you cum on my cock over and over and over. Maybe youâd prefer that.â Â
Rafayelâs eyes go wide. You feel a sense of accomplishment knowing without him telling you. He clears his throat, strangely sheepish. Â
âItâs not like the other stuff feels bad or anythingââ Â
You make eye contact with him, sitting up on your knees. Your other hand cups the back of his neck as you press a third finger inside - fucking it in slowly. Rafayel moans unabashedly as you do. His skin is feverish as you press your forehead to his, noses brushing. The wet sound of you stretching him open makes you dizzy, shared breaths between you filling worsening your appetite for him.  Â
âItâs not what you want though, is it? Not today anyway.â You say, leaning close enough to kiss. You donât follow through, your voice low on a whisper. âTell me how you were picturing me fucking you in the shower. Iâll give you whatever you want today,â Â
Rafayel seems to let go of the last threads of fight in him as you approach like this. Youâre in the thick of your wanting for him. Your body and your mind hunger to make it feel so good it looks like carnage to everyone else. To be pleasured so ruthlessly he can barely moveÂ
Heâs rarely too shy but right now heâs in the depths of his desires. He moans sweetly like this. Itâs not a sound you can coax out of him easily. It sounds so perfect still. Mouth fallen open, his hands finding purchase in the back of your shirt. Â
âWant you to fuck me deeply,â He pants, like itâs straining to even thinking about it. âN-not too fast, but not too slow either. Want you, hngh,â Shivering, he tries to speak coherently as your eyes meet - lips barely touching but almost. âTo p-praise me andââ Â
You grin. âYou want to pampered while I fuck this pretty little hole, right?â Â
You push your fingers in harder. He whimpers. Itâs loud and broken and makes grip on you tighter. He just nods. âPlease. Fuck, please - need it now. In me, please.â Â
Itâs exactly the words youâre interested in hearing. You kiss him on the lips deeply. He sinks completely into the touch, malleable under your fingertips. Â
âShh, I know.â You hum, soothingly. Rafayel whines from the loss of contact as you pull your hand away.âYou earned it. Just a little more.âÂ
You stand up again on your knee, stripping yourself of the remaining garments left on your body from the work day. You unhook your bra and take it off along with your tank top in one go, tossing it somewhere on the floor.Â
Next come your slacks, tight from the way youâve tucked silicone cock up against your stomach to be ready to fuck. You put it on earlier while he bathed - tucking it in your pants to keep it out of the way. Seeing you unzip your work slacks and have a heavy silicone cock fall from them evokes a reaction in Rafayel that endears you endlessly. A bitten lip while a shiver wracks through him.Â
Deciding your pants will get in the way, you make quick work of wriggling out of them completely before returning between Rafayelâs legs. You spit in your hand and stroke yourself with it, wetting your cock before letting it rest against Rafayelâs own.Â
âHow do you want it?â You ask. Â
âLike this,â He says, unmoving. He seems certain on that end but heâs hesitating. âBut I want you toâŠâÂ
He looks away. You try not to grin but fail. Â
âYou were being so bold a second ago,â Â
He rolls his eyes. âWell a second ago someone was trying to rearrange my insides so I didnât have to think very hard,â Â
âSo, should I do it again, then? I think weâll get better results that way.â Â
âYouâre so noisy. I donât pay you for this,â He pauses. âI want you to hug me while we⊠like be close to me.âÂ
You pause before smiling gently. Youâre so charmed by the innocence of it. Itâs so unlike him. Being away from you mustâve bothered him more than he cared to admit. Softening, instantly - you lean forward and press your lips to his forehead. Â
âSure. Anything else?â Â
âUgh. Not for now. But itâs annoying. I should be running you into the ground by now but here you are,âÂ
âMaking good on my promise?,â You finish. Rafayel doesnât refute you. You kiss his shoulder blade. âAnything you want today. Iâm yours.â Â
âSay it again,â Â
âAll yours.â Â
He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down. ââŠHurry up and fuck me then.â Â
Complying with his wishes, you sit back on your knees as you line your cock up with Rafayelâs entrance and push. He gasps as you slide the fat head of your cock in, a wicked smile on your face as you watch his hole stretch out and around you. Three fingers is more than enough prep. It makes filling him so easy. Â
Still, the stretch - the feeling of being full is nothing like just fingers. You watch as Rafayelâs body adjusts to it. Inch by inch, you rock your hips forward gently until heâs swallowed your cock up half-way. Heâs trembling as you lean forward. Waiting for you to bottom out before he pulls you forward for as much skin to skin as he can have. Your chest squishes against him. Â
When his hips roll for you to go deeper, you take it as a sign. With all of your strength, you hold onto his waist bury yourself inside of him in another single thrust. His nails dig into your shoulder, his voice next to your ear as you. Tightening his grip, he cries out at the sudden movementÂ
You can feel him shake underneath you, cock clenching hard while you hold him. Â
âFuuck,â He goes stone stiff underneath you before starting to tremor more violently. âFuck, oh fuck.â Â
Realization dawns on you a few seconds later. âDidâdid you cum just from putting it in?â Â
He opens his eyes and frowns at you. Â
âShut up. I didnât get to cum earlier.â Â
You laugh. âYouâll kill me being this cute. I donât know what to do.â Â
âI could give you an idea if youâre going to just sit there,â Â
His impatience amuses you. Â
âSorry. Iâve got you. Cum as much as you want.â Â
You anchor yourself, pulling out slowly and internally groaning at the resistance as you do. How his hole grips onto you so tight it feels nearly hard to move despite know how stretched he is. A phantom sensation fills your waist as you feel his stomach shift as you thrust. Â
Heeding earlier requests, you use your hips to set a pace to fuck Rafayel the way he wants. The ins and outs of his body come naturally to you now. Finding the right pace, the right motion, the right angle - all come easier to you than you even remember. On muscle memory, you hike Rafayelâs legs up and begin to fuck him deep. Not too fast, not too slow - but consistent in grinding against that sweet spot. Deliberately thrusting your hips up, you try to direct all the remaining focus into fucking him as good as you can. Â
You know youâve hit the right places when his grip on you gets tighter. His legs locked around your back, Rafayel is a mess underneath you even when youâve barely begun. Like he canât stop cumming, his body helplessly wound as your hips clap his ass. Â
The moans that come out of him, broken and sweet. More angelic then pornographic but lewd enough to make you dizzy with the urge to pin him up and fuck him harder. Groaning when you fuck him just right. You can feel his cock against your stomach with how close your bodies are as you grind - twitching. Pre-cum leaking in long spurts and wetting your skin.Â
You coo at him feeling it start to be easier to fuck him. Â
âItâs just like a pussy, huh? You take me so good inside of you. It feels like you were made for it,â You press kisses wherever your lips can find the skin. On his face, his mouth, on his shoulders. You can barely make sense of your own filth, your mind moving on itâs own as your body chases its own arousal. Your clit is grinding against the base of your strap-on so well like this, you could easily chase the high and find your own orgasm with seconds. Youâre too busy paying attention to make well on it. âI like when you act cute like this. Usually youâd put up a fight about it but youâre asking without fuss. Itâs precious seeing you fall apart on my cock.â Â
He moans your name like an incantation, another dribble of cum spilling. He canât stop cumming. Just shuddering beneath you, his face in your shoulder and panting like he canât find the words. Â
âAll mine, yeah? Everything, all of you. Itâs all mine to tend to, so you can be as selfish as you want.â You hum, encouraged by the whimpering repetition of please in his voice. Heâs being so pliant, so good. You canât help yourself. âTake when you need. Cum when it feels good for you. I want you to feel good. Want to make you feel so good you canât stand it. Think you can do that? Come on,â Â
Rafayel moans brokenly into your neck. âIâm g-gonna cum so hard, fuckâfeels like I canât stop, please donât stop, fuck me,âÂ
âShh itâs okay. I wont stop until you tell me.â You tuck yourself against his neck, kissing it before biting his ear lobe. He gasps. âDonât think about anything other than cumming for me.â Â
âFuck,â His nails dig into your biceps, coiling you around as you get close. âFuck me. P-pleaseâIâm cumming, Iâm cu -â Â
Rafayels whole body stiffens under the weight of your body. You fuck him steady, pinning him down as he cums. His cock pushes hard against your stomach, twitching helplessly as his cum spills in streams. His back curls up, gripping onto you tightly as he moans loud and unabashed, euphoria splintering through his muscles. You fuck him through it until he rides out his high - his body loosening up as soon as it passes. Â
The sound of cum unsticking from your skin as you part from Rafayel makes you grin. You pull back out of slowly and get on your knees. You use your hand to wipe the cum off of your stomach and smear it against Rafayelâs hole. Â
âYou made a mess,â You say brightly. Rafayel pants, looking up at you. Before you can ask, his voice trembles. He weakly reaches for your hand.  Â
âLet me make you finish,â He says, abrupt. You blink at him owlishly. âPlease.â Â
âIsnât this about you?â Â
He frowns, looking at you seriously. Â
âIt is. And Iâm telling you I want you sit on my face and cum on it. Please.â Â
You give him a look before breaking out into a laugh. You stand onto your knees and undo the buckles of your harness - shimmying out of them. âI canât refuse you if you ask like that but I donât think itâll be long.â Â
âItâll just be once for now,â Â
âFor now?â Â
He nods matter-of-factly. âYou still owe me after the crimes of neglect youâve committed against me.â Â
âRight.â Â
âAnd Iâve decided I want to exercise my rights to eat pussy until sunrise.â Â
âI see,â You say bemused. âAnd this is⊠revenge I take it? And not perhaps, an act of goodwill towards me.â Â
âI have no reason to show you good will, do I?â Â
You break out into more laughter.Â
âRight. Weâll be even after today then, at least.â Â
âHurry,â Rafayel says again, after settling it. Same puppy dog look in his eyes as before, back in instant. You canât help but be charmed by how quickly he reverts back into desiring your attention. Â
Rafayel lays down as you take your strap-on off and crawl over towards him. Deciding youâre not done with him for the day - you stand on your knees just over his chest and spread your pussy apart for him to see. Heâs not expecting it, evidenced by the way his eyes go wide at the sight.Â
âEven without cumming, making you feel good turned me on this much. Is that what you were hoping to know?â Â
Rafayel goes flush again. âI never said that.â Â
âSo difficult,â You hum. âCome on. Can I sit?â Â
Rafayel barely masks his enthusiasm as he nods. You crawl over him further before carefully setting yourself above his face. You try to avoid letting the full weight rest on him, but Rafayels hands are on you in an instant. With the same desperate grip he had while you were fucking him, he pulls your thighs down until your pussy is in his mouth - tongue out and lapping up wetness instantly. You shiver at the desperate movement of his tongue.Â
It gets your body hot all over again. Your fingers thread through the purple strands of hair for anchor as you push yourself against his willing mouth like youâre fucking his face. Your own desires hadnât crossed your mind until now, but now that youâre aware of it - that familiar restless lust returns to you tenfold You shiver as the familiar flames of arousal stoke back up inside of you. Â
Your gut honeyed, sticky lust making your limbs feel thick. You use your other hand to tweak your nipples as you rock your hips back and forth. Rafayel lies underneath you obediently, eagerly - his hands helping you move at the pace you want without complaint. He always manages to surprise you. His willingness to give to you making you feel weak in the knees. Â
Already so worked up, it takes you hardly any time to reach your climax. You feel it in your waist, body going slack as the knot inside of your stomach uncoils. You let out a short cry, hands tightening in Rafayelâs hair as you cum all over his face - swearing as you do. You feel Rafayel moan against you, reverberating through you as you ride out your high and finish. Â
You pull away from his sated, pulling back to see him wiping his chin before licking his fingers. The look in his eyes sends an amused sort of arousal through you. Â
âYou look like youâre going to eat me.â You say. Rafayel nods. Â
âI mean⊠Iâm certainly trying.â Â
You laugh tiredly, swiping your thumb against his cheek with a smile. Â
âAfter we clean up and have dinner,â You say. âI have some mandatory time off so I wonât be called in.â Â
âI wonât let you sleep,â He says, clingy again - face pressed against your thigh. You grin. His many moods make you so weak to him.Â
You bend down to kiss his forehead. Â
âI wasnât planning on it.â Â

âź a/n ; rafayel fans . let me know if this was okay im lacking confidence but i had writing him. i want to keep like a spoiled housecat maybe.

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What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!
Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce
(Semi crack Drabble⊠sorry for going super long with Viktorâs and Jayceâs HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)
(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)
ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3
Not proofread
JINX
Hear me out⊠the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.
As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!
She knows you love to spend time with her when sheâs in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappyâŠ
âUgh, these old things? Pfft, they look like theyâve been through a freakinâ explosion⊠oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!â
Theyâd be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.
âOkay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!â
The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitterâŠ.
â"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"
I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.
Vi
She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing youâve loved since the very beginning sheâs known you???
Would end up both buying and making you something!
Sheâs make you something small but meaningful
âOkay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just donât laugh too hard CupcakeâŠâ
Youâd open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a holeâs through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.
"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."
Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.
She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.
She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!
Ekko
Just like Jinx (sobs) heâd also make something for you!
The first thing heâd give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.
"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."
Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)
Youâd force him to take the hour hand since itâs shorter (heheheh little man)
Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedlyâŠ
"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."
Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.
He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.
Viktor
FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN
o k a y. He would just like Vi panic⊠not because he doesnât know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late⊠very very late.
As much as I would love to say heâd make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I donât see it happening.
Not because he wouldnât do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, youâre late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he canât!
Heâd definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!
Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!
He wanted to make sure he perfected his motherâs BramboraÄka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.
Heâs not a good cook by any means⊠but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.
"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.
OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.
Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldnât have gotten the look right.
"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."
The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.
you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."
Jayce
Oh hon⊠Jayce would spoil you rotten.
Iâm talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.
You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.
All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.
Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.
Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.
Itâs Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.â
"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.
"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.
Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his motherâs house!
(Listen Iâm hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA⊠and two because why not :3 )
You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.
Thereâs lots of yummy food sheâs prepared⊠perhaps too much for just 3 people?
Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayceâs favorite choco flan!
God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the nightâŠ
"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.
Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.
You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.
Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. Thisâ" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "âfeels perfect with you."
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So JJK is over and my LMK brainrot is back , added with the fact i am playing a MOBA game and am being blessed with delicious illustrations it prompted me to make this
Now i am going to ramble about this because this is the first time in forever where i kinda pushed myself to make a FULL art piece-
I will be standing for this-
Let me tell you, i had no confidence in this and the composition was supposed to be way different, but this still happened. This took two days because i kept procrastinating , walking around my room dreading drawing the background BIG ADVICE FOR BEGINNER ARTISTS Watch speedpaints. You will learn so much by watching the process and that was this for me I have the tendency to kinda burn myself out and finish everything in a day and then never actually finishing. Tried something different for this and made a cheap silhouette of a sketch, then drew over that and used greys and whites fort the shadows. Then i think i colored everything in a base color (and i finally used a palette) and then i tried to find the lighting and shadow colours. It was weird. And what im saying is that i planned most of it instead of diving head in withour a plan. Crazy i know-
I also just learned about dpi PROPERLY and unfortunately made my piece so big that it kept stalling paint tool sai-
let me just post the progress shots
I also fucked up macaques reference and fixed it in a whim somewhere. You can see it here. I honestly wasn't planning to follow the lmk at style but that kinda happens when you're starring too much at the references.
There's still a mess and i wanted to render it a bit better ,the way i normally do but i didn't. Anyways i did enjoy the process and i actually miss them so much and i might watch LMK all over again Especially Wukong and MK
Btw this was supposed to be a moving illustration and i just didn't
I have Live2D but no
(Btw please check out my profile if you have the chance and thank you for reading this! Love you-)
#lmk art#lmk sun wukong#lmk fanart#lmk macaque#lego monkey kid fanart#lego monkie kid#lmk monkey king#lmk shadowpeach#shadowpeach#six eared macaque#lego monkie king#OK BUT I FOUND OUT HOW TO DO THE EFFECT IN THE FIRST AND I FELT LIKE A KID ON CHRISTMAS#btw im sorry i dont ever post anything for any holidays#it will be the same for the chinese new year and valentines day
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Peeta is always open to drawing or painting anything for Katniss and she's frequently taken him up on it. It's usually not that difficult for him, he loves the chance to paint, to refine his skills. Katniss loves having not only a reminder of certain memories but also a physical representation of Peeta's enduring and almost quiet love for her. And it's easy. Natural. That is until Katniss looks at Peeta one day and asks, "Would you do a self-portrait for me?"
That's hard for him. The sketches are never quite right, the colors are off. Katniss doesn't ever nitpick at his paintings, and she isn't being unkind or anything, but she always looks at the drafts with an uncertain expression only to say, "Somethings not right, Peeta."
Peeta gets frustrated. Why can't he just do this painting? He asks Katniss what is off about the sketches, and it's always a thousand little things. His eyes aren't that severe. He's supposed to have freckles there. His mouth is softer in real life. His hair doesn't curl like that. His expression is off. He can never seem to get it right. What is it about this painting?
They're lying on the couch one day when Katniss says, "Maybe you just can't see yourself the way I do."
That makes him curious. How does she see him? They start trying to figure that out. He says that she should describe his face to him as if he were a plant for the book, and maybe they could arrive somewhere accurate.
Katniss finds it a little funny, even odd, he's himself. He has to be more familiar with his own face than she is, but she humors him. They sit down in his studio together and begin.
It becomes an exercise in getting to know her, somehow, on a level that he hadn't explored before. She spends a long time talking about the shape of his eyes, the fan of his eyelashes, and the color of his irises. Her cheeks stain with embarrassment, and his heart knocks against his ribs, trying to escape, maybe even trying to reach out to her.
She has something to say about details he'd never even thought of before. The angle of his chin, the exact colour of his hair. She has descriptions that don't make much sense to him too. His smile is like spring and his scars are like marigolds. When given time, Katniss ends up arranging a whole bouquet of wildflowers with her descriptions.
He loves her. He already knew that. Heck, people on the other side of the country already knew that, but he'd had no idea, somehow, he still had no idea the depth of Katniss's devotion. It's beautiful and seemingly never-ending and it fills his own heart with joy.
They create the portrait together, after many hours spent alone. It's a painting of his own face, yet, it holds a deep intimacy and he can't seem to look at it without smiling and blushing like a fool. He doesn't think of it as his, even if it's a painting of himself, the painting is wholly Katniss's. He presents it to her when he's finished and Katniss smiles warmly, looking down at it with such affection. She hangs it in the hall, near the bench where she keeps her arrows so she can look at it when she leaves every morning and when she comes back home. That part of the house is very private, he doesn't even really go there that often, so it feels special. To know that Katniss wanted to bring him there with her, in her own way.
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Silly Little Bet

lando norris x artist!reader
summary: You were an artist and Lando loved to do what you did best with you, even if he wasn't very good at it. (917 words)
warnings: this turns into a make out (not heavy, very short), use of y/n
a/n: hi lovelies! i know i said i was going to take a little break, but honestly i just need to not think about quali today (still crying about it idk what to tell you). anyway, this is incredibly short so iâm sorry but i still hope you enjoy it! pls let me know what you think!! feedback is very much appreciated đ«¶đ» i also wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me and sent support â€ïžâđ©č ily all so much, i really appreciate it!!
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Quiet nights were your absolute favourites. Getting to spend time with your boyfriend without having to worry about some schedule one of you had to stick to was perfect, to say the least. You always found a way to occupy yourselves, doing anything and nothing at the same time.Â
Tonight, though, you got to do one of your favourite activities: art. You were an artist, a professional one, and of course he loved that about you; he loved seeing you in your element, so focused on what you did best, and even though he didnât know yet, you loved dragging him with you so you could see him struggle a bit to at least not be the worst artist the world has ever seen.
Now, he was extremely talented, and if he werenât a racer, he would be somewhat of an artist; heâs said it himself many times, but that was before he met you, because compared to you, he would never say that about himself, no matter how many times you have said it to him.Â
Right now, you found yourselves sitting on your shared bed, facing each other, trying to win a silly little bet you made earlier. It was simple, really. You were supposed to draw the other person, and whoever loses would have to come up with a plan for dinner, which the both of you already knew would end up being a homemade meal, eating it on the couch, and watching some dumb show. This really worked out for him because, as talented as he was, he still struggled to draw real people, and he knew he was setting himself up when he accepted.
You knew that too, and you also knew he only gave in so he could have another one of your drawings of him. But that was okay, because another one of your favourite things was to admire his focused expression while he tried to replicate someone on a blank piece of paper.Â
If he was being completely honest, the top reason he loved doing some type of art with you was because you would always come up to him and help with something, holding and guiding his hand or just being really close to his face as you explained something, so he would never say no to that suggestion.
âOkay, so I do you and you do me. Do I have to paint it as well?â He asked as you poured some of your art supplies on the bed.
âNo, just a quick sketch,â you replied, scanning the bed as you carefully chose the pencil you wanted to use. âIâm starving, anyway.â
You started sketching each other; you were faster (and probably better) than him, but you couldnât help but blush any time his eyes fixated on your face for too long, studying every aspect of you to try to draw it. After several minutes, you were done, just finishing up a few details before placing the paper on the bedside table next to you, away from him so he wouldnât see it yet.
âHow is it going?â You asked.
He looked up at you and yelled, âDonât move!â When you started to get up.
"Sorry,â you whispered, going back to your previous position.
You stayed like that for a while, watching as Lando looked at you repeatedly and then back at the paper, occasionally erasing stuff. He was almost done, but there was one thing holding him back. âI canât get it right,â he sighed, dropping the pencil.
âWhat canât you get right?â
âYour lips. They look too big or too small, and now the paper looks worn out from erasing so much.â He was clearly frustrated.
âCan I see it?â
âPromise you wonât laugh?â Lando asked you with an embarrassed look.
âOf course Iâm not going to laugh; why would I do that?â
âYou are a real artist, Y/N. You finished a while ago, and Iâve been stuck here trying to fix it, but Iâve only made it worse.â
âLando, you are actually talented; I donât make you do art with me because I wanna have a laugh. Câmon, show me.â
He sighed again and slowly turned the paper, showing you the drawing. âIt looks terrible.â
Your eyes set on the paper, and an endeared smile appeared on your face. âIt looks great, baby.â
"No, it doesnât; as I said, youâre an artist, and you know exactly whatâs wrong with it.â
âI mean it." You whispered, leaving your spot on the bed and sitting next to him, âMaybe the proportions are a bit off, but it does look great, I promise.â
âThanks,â he replied with a smile, a moment of silence filling the room as you both stared at the drawing. âYou know, maybe I just need to take a closer look at them.â
âOh- I guess that would be helpful." You turned your body to face him, cupping his cheek and brushing away a few curls that rested on his forehead. âDo you want help?â
He nodded and broke the distance between you, locking his lips with yours as he pulled you onto his lap and his hands fell on your hips to intensify the kiss. You got closer and closer, pausing when your bodies couldnât possibly get any closer to each other even if you tried.
âYou know I can actually help you,â you said against his lips and in between kisses.
âUh huhâ Lando replied, not really thinking about the drawing anymore.
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SKZ Reaction To Being Caught Making Out
Genre: fluff, suggestiveness (not straight smut but Imma go ahead and say MDNI)
Warnings: curse words, suggestive themes
A/N: Enjoy!
Chan:
When Changbin accidentally walked in on you and Chan mid-make-out in his studio, Chan would have conflicting reactions and emotions. On the one hand, he is definitely surprised and stops kissing you. He may even weirdly try to hide you regardless of whether Changbin knows about your relationship. However, there's also a tiny bit of pride hidden in his chest, but it is superseded by the obvious blush that spreads from his cheeks and up to his ears.
Minho:
Embarrassed, but doesn't show it immediately. When Seungmin walks in, he'll act dramatically and yell at him to leave (though it's obviously not malicious). If Seungmin giggles or smirks at the scene, he'll make some baseless threat, but by the time Seungmin leaves, his ears are bright red. Minho will get up and lock the door quickly. Before continuing where you left off, the two of you will probably laugh and promise to buy Seungmin a meal later.
Changbin:
Binnie might like to put out a "dark" and "hard" era, but this man would be capital E embarrassed. I imagine him trying to act as if it wasn't happening and asking Hyunjin what he needed. He would only get angry if there had been an expectation of full privacy (locked door, etc.) or if things had escalated to the point of removing some clothing. Mostly, he would just want to forget it happened and would probably keep your future make out sessions in private, locked spaces.
Hyunjin:
Surprisingly, normally dramatic Hyunjin isn't too embarrassed. He might be a bit surprised, but he doesn't really get the big deal when Jeongin walks in and catches the two of you making out. Hyunjin is a romantic and kissing is fairly casual to him (think of all his paintings and sketches of couples kissing), and even though you were a bit more hot and heavy, he doesn't really care as long as the two of you were clothed. With that said, he will make sure you and Jeongin are not too embarrassed. But, overall, he's fairly nonplussed which surprises you.
Jisung:
In contrast to Hyunjin, Jisung flips the fuck out. He's not angry, but his face is bright red and he'll even hide himself in your neck when Felix catches the two of you. He probably won't even say anything and Felix will probably end up just apologizing and leaving the room quickly. Poor Jisung will probably be mortified for the rest of the day. Eventually, he will be able to laugh about it, and may even get more used to smaller public displays of affection. Still, it doesn't stop him from leaning down and kissing you again.
Felix:
Felix is also a member who doesn't really see the big deal. I mean, he'd rather not be caught by Changbin, but it doesn't embarrass him really. Sure, Changbin might tease him a bit, but the members all knew that he was head over heels for you, so he basically just shrugged it off. He will make sure you aren't too embarrassed and if you are, he'll privately talk to Changbin later to make sure he doesn't mention it around you. I don't think he would necessarily restart the make out, but instead, just wrap you in his arms and watch a movie.
Seungmin:
This puppy does not get embarrassed easily. But when it comes to you, he, for some reason, blushes even if a member just mentions your name. So, when Minho walks in on you two, Seungmin becomes half protective of you and half embarrassed by wrapping his arms around you, but you can also feel the heat coming off his face. He'll probably be polite and ask Minho to leave, even though anger started to settle in. Still, he keeps a level head but is unable to continue because he doesn't want to get caught again.
Jeongin:
He's not the most embarrassed of the group, but his shy smile and the way he looks down tell you that Chan walking in startled him. But, while embarrassed due to the situation, he's willing to face pretty much anything for you, even negative emotions. Though, his hyungs tease him enough that after a few hours, he's mostly moved on. Still, from that day forward, he's much more careful.
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Lucky Artistic Charm
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Yandere!Batboys Highschool AU
Prologue | I.Riding Pays | II. The Gray Side | III. Nerdy Tactics



Previous onâŠYandere!Batboys
Next class is Art, ah yes the peacefulness of creating the art inside of your mind and into the world. You smiled a genuine smile as you went to the 2nd floor of the school and into the class.
Sitting down, you let out a fresh breath of air.
Nothing can go wronâ
"Hello, [last name]."
And it can.
When you turned to your left, there sat the worse of them all.
Damian Wayne.
Present time. Time: 10:30 am. Date: Wednesday , 7th, 20XX.
âWhat are you doing in my art class?!â You exclaimed at the tanned boy who sat with a smug smirk. âI changed my classes. I wouldâve thought you would be scared to come back. But my calculations seemed to prove me wrong.â
Tired of this shit, you get up only to be grabbed with a tight grip. His hand around your wrist, you winced as his green eyes glared you down.
You thought that maybe because you were taller than him, you could just pull your wrist from this little shit. But no, his grip got tighter as you felt like your wrist was about to break.
âSit down. You donât wanna cause a scene in class [lastname].â He said lowly with a scowl. You scoffed, stopping your restraining and sitting down. Damian lets go of your wrist, letting you look at the cruel redness around your wrist.
Glaring at him whilst rubbing the sore wrist of you now, Damian pulls out a green sage notebook. The notebook had dots of paint stains. You grumbled under your breath. âFuckin' asshole.â You pulled out your own notebook that held your own sketches.
As time goes on, surprisingly Damian doesnât talk to you. He only glances at you, helping you a bit with the model of what the teacher put up o the board. You had trouble keeping the dragon wings big, you looked to your right to see Damian already coloring the damned thing in his sketchbook.
You held back a scoff, you hated that Damian was better in art. He wasnât even into art when he was little. You showed your mom a simple butterfly pictureâŠ. The memory still burns in your head.
âMommy! Mommy!â You ran to your mother, her blurry face looks at you as she kneels to your height. âYes sweetie?â âLook what I made!!â
You jumped excitedly as you showed her what you drew. It was a water paint of a blue butterfly you saw in the garden. You were playing with the Wayne brothers before that amazing butterfly came into your view. Making you want to keep it in your mind.
Your mother tilted her head, her cheeks lifting up symbolizing a smile written onto her face. âOh sweetie, itâs so beautifulâŠâ she takes the paper from you and hangs it on the fridge. âThis deserves to be on the fridge!â Your little eyes light up. You felt happy, feeling proud. You didnât notice the other boys coming in. Dick had grass all over his body due to him doing cart wheels and flips all over the grass.
Dick smiles and points to the butterfly, âOooh pretty!â
Jason nods as he holds your hand along with Tim. âThat looks cool [nickname].â Tim nods as he canât help but squeeze your hand. âI agree! Love the details.â
âWhereâs the antennas. It looks ugly.â Damian blurts out which made his brotherâs look at him shock. Your eyes widen, you looked at the butterfly to see that it indeed didnât have any antennas.
You ran off crying after that, Dick smacked Damian upside his head to which the small boy glared at his older brother.
âThat wasnât nice Damian.â Dick scolds as Tim and Jason also glared at the small boy.
âI was only being critical and telling the truth.â
You never waterpainted after that.
You stopped spacing out when you felt a sharp pinch to your side. You hissed as you jolted from the hand that pinched you to look at the culprit.
Damian pulls his hand back, crossing them onto the table. âAre you coming to the manor?â He asks, as if he didnât just pinch your skin off.
âWhy?â
âBecause, father and pennyworth havenât seen you in a while and wanted to know if you are well.â Damian answers as if that was the was whole answer itself to your confusion.
ââŠNo.â You turned away from him and went back to finishing the class sketch. Moving your hand around as you finished the wing detail. But when you looked at the head, you noticed how there werenât any antennas.. you added some, letting a soft smile reach your face.
âWhy not. Why wonât you come, weâve been awaiting for your arrival to show your disgraceful face and this is how you deny my offer?â Damian grits his teeth, jaw clenched as you turn back to glare at him. Guess the demon is now showing his horns.
âHow about you shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Youâre such a little shit and have been yapping my ear off to me for way too long. Someone outta slap the shit out of you.â You retorted, clenching your hand that held the pencil and your jaw.
Damianâs face went red, his face puffed up as he looked like he may explode. Your eyes widen before you even register this. âUh-ohââ your hair got pulled hard, making you fall off your chair as Damian held a tight grip onto you. âGet off me you little shit!â You swept your leg and knocked him down. He lets outs a small âoofâ. The clatter of chairs and kids gasping shock made the teacher turn back to see you ontop of Damian and Damian below you pulling your hair more.
âMx. [lastname]!!? Mr. Wayne?!â The teacher pulls you both off each other. Your face having a small red mark, the same to Damian who smirked. Waving a clump of your hair to which you touched your head with wide eyes.
âOffice. NOW!â
Well at least you can get suspended probably, away from these peopleâŠâŠ.
You sat by Damian who held his hands in his lap. You kick your feet back and forth, you glanced at Damian who looked calm.. too calm. You sighed and turned to him.
âDamian.. Iâm sorry for cursing at you..and calling you a little shit.â You said softly, fiddling with your fingers as Damian looked at you. You couldnât even tell if his eyes softened or hardened. His face is so neutral itâs scary.
âItâs fine. I shouldnât have tried to force you to come to the manorâŠitâs just..â
Your eyes widen to see a teary eyed Damian, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of the academyâs uniform.
âYouâve been gone so long.. i was scared that you wouldnât come and..â hiccups erupt from his chest as your eyes soften. Your heart ached as you hugged Damian into your side. âDonât cry dames.. Iâm sorry okay? Iâll come to the manor, and maybe we can draw and yknow play games?â
Damian nods as he rubs his eyes even more, making them puffy. You sigh seeing he finished crying and now was snugged up against you. His small frame holding your arm as he looks at your fingersâŠ..
Damian couldnât help but smile, his head facing down as the principal can already seen that you two had made up.
Oh how stupid you are, you didnât know youâve fallen into a trap of wolves.
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