#anyways i hope this gets more attention than that other doodle i did .. i worked hard on this one
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ways they show each other love !
loads of rambles + clutter-less version below the cut
the yellow lines highlighting things is actually marking (almost) everywhere they touch since the primary theme of this piece is physical affection! the stars were just for fun
top left (kissing): pretty self explanatory! fun fact, it was the first thing i drew for this piece :)
top middle (hand on back): i was trying to sleep the other night and my brain suddenly went. drarry physical affection and that was the first thing i pictured! i kind of imagined this one as like... dracos stressed or something and harry just puts a nice comforting hand on his back
top right: the good ol pinkie hand hold,, link, ,think. yeah. no real thoughts behind this one. it fit the box and its cute
middle left (speech bubbles): one thing i see a lot (im pretty sure this is ((implied in)) canon as well, but dracos a big yapper! so its kinda showing here that harrys just listening to all hes got to say. probably my favourite one of the lot, i had fun rendering it. (looking at this post i too am a yapper)
middle (orange slices): theres this thing where you peel an orange for the people you love. you can look at it either way; draco providing food for harry, knowing his childhood food insecurity and always wanting to make sure he has something, or harry (whose love language is acts of service) giving something to draco, maybe after a long day
watermarked middle (draco constellation): just some fun symbolism i thought i might try to fit in
middle right (legs): in this theyre just chilling. dracos reading (the book didnt come across well ((i cant draw hands very well)).
right edge (flowers): these are narcissus flowers, also known as daffodils. a reference to narcissa malfoy, and also a reference i suppose to how she saved harry in the forest, because draco was alive, because harry saved him in the room of requirement
bottom left edge (flowers): these are lilies. partly to complete the circle of mothers saving sons saving the world, and partly because i wanted to fill space. (theyre fucking terrible to draw tho i do not recommend)
bottom left (hand in hair): well harrys hair is very luxurious as you can see and i imagine during cuddles draco cards his hand through it and teases out snarls and such. (i know hair pulling is something that can be seen as sexual, this isnt that and it isnt meant to be that and please dont see it as that :(
bottom watermark (stag): harrys patronus because why not
bottom middle: so this is a bit obscure but theres this post by @/iamnmbr3 that talks about a headcanon that they can share wands and its kind of special and intimate. so thats what ive depicted here. also for funsies harry has the draco constellation on his arm. not the big dipper. also i cant draw the dark mark for shit
bottom right (shoes): just a subtle way they can touch, not always big. just under the table or sitting on the sofa together, just to feel the other person there.
i knew i wanted a warm scheme and i knew i wanted orange and blue to play a big part in this. i was going to have warm colours on blue and cool colours on orange as a sort of contrast but that didnt end up working out.. the wand scene is an attempt at it except i mixed it up and made it cool on cool, its so washed out and i didnt bother to fix it
#this is my pride and joy#my art#drarry#drarry art#draco malfoy#harry potter#hp art#i will never make anything cooler than this /j#rendering this was so fun !#anyways i hope this gets more attention than that other doodle i did .. i worked hard on this one#im yapping too much its 3am time for me to eep. send post#made in csp#time taken: like 4 hours? idrk
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ALL IN A DAY'S QUIRK : SERO HANTA x READER
summary:Â Sero gets hit with a quirk that makes others see him as the person they are most attracted to. Which you really wish you had known before you opened your mouth and gave him your usual, âHey, Sero!â tags/warnings:Â pro hero au, fluff, misunderstandings, quirk accident, not actually unrequited feelings, smut, thigh riding, fem reader (no pronouns but AFAB genitalia terms used), aged up characters, 5.3k
It was approximately four thirty-three p.m. when Sero Hanta returned from patrol and blew your peaceful day to bits.
Before his arrival, the Todoroki Agency had been relatively quiet, as it usually was around this time, everyone but the on-call staff winding down for the day. Youâd been hearing the telltale rustling of jackets and scuffle of feet in the office behind you since the clock ticked past four.
Not long after, a couple of your friends from the analytics department had wandered over to your desk, clearly deciding they were not going to get anything else done, gossiping and stealing the candies you kept in a glass bowl on the reception counter.
âI heard Shoutoâs manager is considering signing him up for a shirtless charity calendar,â Mari told you immediately, wiggling her eyebrows. âHana from brand management said she was asked to do research on the impact the calendar had on other prosâ careers, so I think this is serious.â
She looked beyond pleased, her cheeks pink and her ears tipped red, the way they always were when she contemplated her massive crush on your agency head, Todoroki Shouto.
You couldnât fault herâShouto was incredibly handsome and kind, if a bit spaceyâbut youâd always been drawn to a different pro hero on the agency roster. Someone just a little bit taller, with dark hair and a half-moon grin, a razor sharp sense of humor, and the most inconceivably mouth-watering thighs in the pro hero business.
Not that you had been giving them attention. Much.
You suppressed the urge to ask if anyone else from the agency was being considered for the calendar, wiggling your eyebrows back. âWell I know youâll be the first in line.â
Mariâs blush deepened, and Kimiko laughed around an orange-flavored candy, which you stocked for many reasons other than a certain tape-themed heroâs predilection for oranges, thank you very much.
âI just hope they include Uravity-san,â Kimiko said. âI meanânot shirtless shirtless, but like, god would I kill for her in a little sports bra.â
Kimiko sounded unaffected, but youâd literally hidden her beneath your desk the time pro heroes Uravity and Deku visited for an agency team-up with the Todoroki office. Sheâd spent the entire time peering out with big eyes, muttering under her breath, âI am so gay. So very very gay.â
You didnât doubt if Uravity were included in the spread, Kimiko might even beat Mari out for the first spot in line.
âYou both have such kind hearts,â you laughed. âSo eager to give to charity.â
âIâm a lifelong philanthropist,â Mari agreed, picking up your pen and doodling hearts all over your office stationery. You noticed she colored in only the left side, and suppressed another laugh.
Whatever. You knew what it was to be that whipped, even if youâd never do anything about it.
As huge as your thing was for Sero, there wasnât a chance in hell he returned your affections. He was incredibly friendly, but over the past few years, heâd never even given a hint that he was into you like that. Heâd treated you with the same easy cheer and subjected you to the same good-natured roasting he did everyone else in the agency.
And now was not the time to go looking for more, anyway. Youâd recently become close enough to see Sero outside of work and you were not about to endanger thatâyouâd been invited to a house party of his a couple months ago, gone to drinks with him and a couple of agency people after work, and even grabbed dinner alone a few times over the past few weeks. Youâd been texting memes practically nonstop this entire week alone.
He was so much fun, always quick with a joke, a wink, or an interesting story, and he wasnât afraid to tell things like they were. You forgot time was passing when you were with him, and sometimes when you went out, you stayed out long enough that you thought he might, too.
So you were finally reaching a stage in your friendship where Sero clearly felt close and comfortableâyou would not press for more.
It was just, sometimes, when he smiled down at you with that clever, mischievous grin, your heart felt like it was experiencing some sort of medical event. Sometimes, when he put his dark hair up into a messy half-bun, those biceps cording as he did so, it felt like someone had just vacuumed all the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Sometimes, when he leaned down to whisper something to you in his most conspiratorial tones, it felt like someone had spiked your brain into a blender and pureed it into mush.
But it was cool.
You knew how to play it cool.
Mari pulled you back to earth with the promise of more gossipâthis time, about her arch nemesis in accountingâand Kimiko leaned in, offering her own commentary over the unwrapping of another of your candies.
And then the clock struck four thirty-three, and Sero Hanta returned from patrol.
You heard the telltale mechanic ping of an agency badge passing checkpoint, and peeked around Kimiko to see Sero trudging through the doorway, looking strangely contemplative. He was covered in dirt and his uniform was slashed in several places, including a great deal of shredding about the thighs, which you would have been happier about if he didnât look so unusually subdued.
He didnât look hurt at any rate, so that was good. But you couldnât help but call out to him.
âHey Sero!â you said, curious about his demeanor. âHowâd patrol go? Something happen?â
Kimiko and Mari turned around, and you watched as both of them seemed to freeze up. Kimikoâs hand slapped against the reception counter, the sound echoing through the room, gripping tightly as though sheâd suddenly seen a ghost.
âUrâUravity-san,â she said, dipping into the most formal bow youâd ever seen her make. âWhatâs brought you here?â
You felt your mouth pull into a frown, staring at the back of her head in absolute bamboozlement. Was she seeing things? The only person in the doorway was Sero, and he was very much unaccompanied.
His helmet was propped between his hip and his elbow, so his face was clear tooâso Kimiko didnât even have the excuse of not being able to see his face, different though his costume was from Uravityâs.
Sero blinked, his mouth pulling into a semi-puzzled grin. âUravity?â
Mari was slapping Kimiko before you could inquire the same thing, hissing, âAre you losing it? Thatâs fucking Shouto.â She turned back to pin you with something between a glare and a concerned, assessing gaze, as if you too had lost your marbles.
You frowned back, your own concern deepening. âIâm sorryâare you guys seriously telling me that Shouto and Uravity are here with Sero?â You peered back around Mari at Sero, quirking a brow at him. âDid they get hit with some kind of invisibility quirk or are these two experiencing some kind of hallucination?â
Maybe too much shirtless calendar talk had gotten them too hot and bothered.
Seroâs dark gaze pinned you, and he quickly came tromping over, his boots echoing on the stone flooring. He leaned over the reception counter, pointing to his face with one long, pretty finger. âWait, you can tell itâs me?â
He smelled like cement and sweat and dust, and something vaguely minty, like heâd been chewing gum recently. You tried not to let your expression show how much you liked the look of him up close, those hooded dark eyes, his wide, charming mouth.
âUm, yes? I have eyeballs?â you wondered.
Sero blinked, leaning in closer. Your heartbeat ticked up. âYouâre sure?â
âShould I not beâŠsure?â you asked. âAre Shouto and Uravity really with you and Iâm the only one who canât see them?â
Sero shook his head, âNahâitâs just me.â
You frowned up at him, curious. âThen why are they calling you Shouto and UravityâŠ?â
Sero shook his dark head. His hair was pulled into that half-bun you loved, the way it usually was under his helmet on patrol, and all mussed from whatever run in heâd had. You tried not to think about what other activities might get his hair all mussed like that.
He smiled, something wide and conspiratorial. âGot hit with some kinda illusion quirk. People have stopped me like a thousand times on my way in to ask for All Mightâs autograph, or Hawksâ, and even Bakugouâs. Theyâre lucky it was just me, heâd have thrown a shit fit getting cut off in the street like that.â
Seroâs features shifted into something slightly more contemplative again. âBut youâre somehow immune, huh?â
You frowned. âShouldnât you get checked out at medical, then?â
His eyes softened, and another grin made its way onto his mouth. âYeah yeah, Iâll head right there.â
Kimiko and Mari were still gaping over at him like he was a miracle, and some strange feeling came over you, a concerned little squeeze of your heart. You grabbed Mari, plonking her down into your seat in your stead. âCover me for a couple minutes? Just say people are unavailable and take notes and Iâll figure it out when I get back. Iâm gonna run down to medical with Sero for a second.â
Mari nodded dumbly.
You pulled Seroâs helmet out of his grip, resting it in the crook of your own elbow, and gestured him down the hall with you. Sero fell into step beside you, keeping up easily with his long stride. He grinned down at you, seemingly unperturbed that heâd gotten hit with a quirk that had all but erased his identity in the eyes of others.
It was something you admired in him, his inherent good-naturedness.
You wondered why you were the only one who could tell it was him.
âAny good gossip while I was gone?â he asked, like he really couldnât be fussed about his predicament. âI was starting to hear shirtless calendar talk before I had to head out on patrol.â
You suppressed a flush and fought down the urge to ask if heâd been asked to be in it too.
You did not need to know.
âWhatever the hell is going on with you is the spiciest bit of gossip all day,â you told him, rounding a corner and badging into the stairwell down to the medical floor. You clung to the railing carefully and most definitely did not watch his thighs bunch as he took the stairs. âWant a drink after work? It seems like you could use one, after this.â
Sero smiled, an eyebrow raising. âTrying to get me drunk, huh?â
You wrinkled your nose. âAs if Iâd need to be so underhanded.â
You did. You did need to be so underhanded.
Sero had to angle himself carefully through the door, his shoulder pieces liable to snag on the doorway with the breadth of those pro hero shoulders. The medic on staff took one look at him and flushed, mumbling out a name you didnât know.
You piped in before she could say more. âCellophaneâs been hit with a quirk that makes him appear like someone else. Itâs not whoever you think!â
She blinked curiously, but then nodded, probably having seen much weirder things in her time as a hero agency staffer. She gestured Sero to a cot on the side of the room. âAlright, please sit down, Cellophane. Weâll do a couple quick tests and then get you sorted with the right quirk cancellation.â Her cheeks seemed to heat again as she spoke, but she made good on her promise, disappearing down the hall, calling to someone for quirk testing strips.
Sero hopped up on the cot, swinging those long legs, grinning at you from eye-level, now. âThink I should prank a couple people before they cancel it?â
You rolled your eyes. âOnly you would be having fun with this. No one in the world knows who you are!â
The corner of Seroâs mouth pulled wryly. âYou do.â
âYou donât know if that could change, dude. Better get it over with before you get stuck as like, Endeavor forever.â
Sero laughed, light and airy. âShouto wouldnât hang with me anymore.â
You nodded. âExactly, and none of the rest of us read the same weird manga you guys are into so youâd be all alone with no one to fanboy about it to.â
The medic returned with a thick silvery strip, pulling on blue nitrile gloves as she did so. Sero held his arm out obligingly, the lean muscle flexing in the fluorescence of the office lighting. She peeled off the backing of the strip, pressing it to Seroâs forearm, pushing it down firmly.
She attached a cable to some screened device, and you listened to the beep of various buttons. Sero watched you over her shoulder, his easy smile still in place.
Finally, the device in the medicâs hand beeped, and she pulled back, announcing somewhat shyly, âAn attraction-type quirk.â
You blinked, mystified. A what?
Seroâs grin seemed to freeze on his face, and his thin brows furrowed the tiniest bit.
The medic continued, oblivious. âThis quirk creates an illusion. External parties will perceive the affectee with the traits or as the person they are most attracted to.â
Seroâs dark eyes snapped to yours, widening, and you fumbled a step back, almost tripping over yourself. You threw out a hand, barely catching yourself on the counter.
No.
Oh fuck no.
If people were seeing who they were most attracted toâŠand you had just seen Sero the whole timeâŠ
That would meanâthat would meanâand he had heard you sayâ
âOh my god, I just remembered I have to get back to Mari,â you said, offering Sero a wave of your suddenly numb hand. âCanât, um, strand her at the desk for too long. Iâll leave you guys to it. Uh, yeah. Thanksâbye!â
You quickly threw yourself out through the door, leaving Sero alone with the medic. You dashed back up the stairwell, your heartbeat shooting into your mouth.
How could this be happening? How unbelievably embarrassing was that? Youâd worked so hard to play it cool in front of Sero for all this time, for years, really, and youâd finally just made it to a comfortable place as friends.
And thenâand thenâsome attraction-illusion quirk goes and blows your cover, just like that? For real?
And heâd heard you, too. Heard you say, âHey, Sero!â as soon as heâd come through the door, before anyone had revealed anything about who else they thought he might be instead. Before you could have possibly had any clue that heâd been quirked.
You could die of mortification.
You shooed Mari and Kimiko away from the desk when you got back, quickly readying your things to get the hell out of the office as soon as your night replacement arrived. You cleaned up all the bi-colored hearts Mari had doodled on every available surface of your desk and refilled the candy bowl Kimiko had apparently seen fit to devastate in your absence, your ears heating with the thought that Sero could catch on now, why you stocked orange candies.
God, could your replacement hurry the fuck up before Sero got back here?
But the night receptionist was predictably late, of course, and by the time you finally saw him badge through the front entrance you could hear quick, booted steps across the tile behind you.
Seroâs voice sounded over the back of your chair, just as a long-fingered hand closed around your wrist.
âY/N,â he said, his voice more careful than youâd ever heard it. âStill up for that drink? I think maybe we could talk over it.â
The night receptionist nodded at you and Sero as he made his way over, and you gave up your chair to him, collecting your bag with Seroâs warm fingers still clutching your wrist. You slowly worked up the courage to look up at him, face heating as you took in his uncharacteristically intent expression. His face had been cleaned and it looked like some antibiotic had been applied to some of the scrapes along his jaw.
You knew then youâd trapped yourself. Though it was probably also better to get things over with now than avoid the subject forever.
âOkay,â you said, trying to keep your voice normal. âYeah, letâs talk.â
Sero was the nicest dude ever, you had to remember that. Even when it came down to a rejection, he would still be completely kind and friendly. Probably not too much would change on his end afterwards either. You couldnât imagine him avoiding you or treating you any differently.
âMy place okay?â Sero asked as you shrugged on your bag.
You nodded, and he smiled, nearly as wide and silly as he normally did, tinged with only the slightest bit of shyness.
Youâd originally planned to take him out somewhere fun, but this conversation was probably best had in private. And Seroâs place was close, an apartment only a couple blocksâ walk, in a charming little neighborhood fringed by a park and a variety of interesting bars and cafes. Sero chatted away with his usual friendly ease as you walked, still in his shredded hero costume, waving to the couple people that recognized him as you did so.
Your stomach flipped as he opened his front door, gesturing you inside under his arm. He was tall and lanky enough that you fit easily, and you caught a whiff of that minty scent again under all the dust that coated his uniform. You tried not to look too closely at the lines of his bicep as you passed under it.
His apartment was just as youâd remembered it; spacious, casually decorated in neutral tones with splashes of interesting patterns spread across the rug, throw pillows, and his collection of wall hangings. It smelled cottony and clean, and Sero gestured you to his couch as he dumped his helmet and boots in the doorway, shrugging off his shoulder pieces.
âA beer cool?â he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. âIâve got a couple of good ones.â
âSounds great,â you told him, listening to the sounds of him cracking the caps.
To your surprise he plopped down on the couch next to you as he came back in, handing you a bottle. It was cold, and your fingers made little prints in the condensation where you touched it.
âSo,â he said, turning to you, a sly look in his dark eyes. âYou wanna talk about what just happened?â
Your face flamed, and you took a quick sip of your beer to give you time to recover yourself. It was sour on your tongue, a hint of orange peel in its profile.
âNo,â you told him honestly, giving him a self-conscious smile, which he returned. âI think itâs pretty clear, actually. You got hit by a quirk that shows people the person theyâre most attracted to and I, uh, obviously saw, um, you.â
Seroâs grin pulled wider at the edges, surprising you. If you didnât know better, you would think he liked hearing that. Although maybe it was a little bit of an ego stroke to hear you were someoneâs fantasy man, even if you didnât return their feelings.
âNot All Might and not Bakugou,â he said, something pleased in his tone.
You blinked at him, disturbed by those insinuations. âDefinitely not,â you sniffed. âI am a paragon of taste.â
Sero laughed, his fingers flexing on the side of his beer. Then he took a sip, seeming to contemplate something as he did, and you drew yourself together, preparing for the inevitable. That was definitely a look that said he was thinking hard, probably about the best way to let you down.
But then Sero grinned back down at you, leaning in collusively. âYou wanna know something?â
You could feel your brows raise curiously, even as your heartbeat picked up with his proximity. You looked down, then accidentally spied the strips of tanned thigh where his costume had torn, and had to quickly reroute your gaze for fear of staring. âThat depends.â
Seroâs grin went even more sly. âI think if youâd been hit with that quirk, Iâd have known it was you too.â
Your heartbeat slammed to a halt in your chest. It was only when Sero threw a hand out that you realized youâd lost your grip on your beer, his quick reflexes the only thing saving his carpet. You startled at the sudden move, making a weird arm-flinging motion somewhere between grabbing for your beer and grabbing onto him, ending up accidentally smacking him in the chest instead.
âFuck, Iâsorry!â you garbled out, stunned by his sudden proximity and the fistful of his costume youâd taken. His skin was warm against the side of your hand.
Sero blinked, looking taken aback for a moment. Then he shifted, and you heard the clink of two beers being deposited on his coffee table. You swallowed, unable to look away from him, and you watched his dark eyes rove over your face, before dipping down to stare at something just under your nose.
A shiver prickled up your spine.
âSo when youâwith the quirkââ you tried, but your brain had gone offline, and the right set of words were not coming to you. âUm, when you sayâyou would have knownâ?â
Seroâs grin crept back across his mouth. âI mean that Iâd have seen you, because Iâve been wanting to ask you out and trying to figure out if you're into me for months.â
It had to be the shock of this admission that registered you so stupid. âYouâmonths? Try years.â
Seroâs laugh beat back the instant wave of mortification that overcame you in the next second, when you realized what'd you'd just said. You could only smile back helplessly, equally pleased and embarrassed. He looked so good right then, too, grinning toothily, his hair a mess, his costume torn to shreds. He really was the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen, that quirk had totally had your number.
It suddenly dawned on you that you had little else to lose now, with everything out in the open. And when Sero looked like thatâsly, pleased, and a little bit of a messâyou thought you were done trying to bury things.
A thrill zinging down your spine, you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.
Heâd been laughing, and you only caught the edge of his mouth, but Sero quickly corrected. You could feel his lips go slack in surprise for a second, and then he was schooling himself and returning your kiss with abandon.
Long fingers came up to take your chin, holding you firmly in place. It was so unexpectedly bold that you shuddered, kissing him harder. Your hand tangled further in the fabric of his costume, gripping onto him for dear life as his tongue met yours, twisting and teasing. It was so like him, the way he kissed. Teasing, playful, easy. Your head spun with how much you liked it.
âAw fuck, Iâve been wanting to do that for a while,â Sero said, when he finally pulled away far enough to enunciate the words. He shifted against you, putting a large palm against your back, pulling you to him. You followed his guidance, climbing into his lap, chasing his mouth again. You wanted moreâmore now that you thought you could have it.
âIâve been wantingâfor yearsââ you said, squeaking in surprise when Sero guided you down onto a strong thigh. It was hard and thick and way too muscular to be allowed, and your breath left you in a harsh hiss. And because this was the most embarrassing day of your life, Sero clocked it immediately, leaning forward in interest.
âYouâlike that? Myâthigh?â he asked curiously.
You could feel your face burning, like someone had just dunked it in a bucket of hot coals. âIâyes. I like everything about you. Including your thighs,â you admitted.
Seroâs hand guided you back down against him, pressing his knee up experimentally. A thrill sang through your veins at the feeling of a piece of him so warm and firm right up against your core. You barely bit back the noise you wanted to make.
âFuck, this is weirdly hot,â Sero said, leaning in to take your mouth again. You could feel him growing hard against your knee through the fabric of his costume, as his tongue flicked against yours, making your brain go a little woozy.
His arms came around you, holding your waist as he ground his leg up into you, sending a wave of pleasure striking through you like lightning. The moan youâd been trying to hold in finally broke free of you. âAhâHanta!â
The sound seem to spark something in him. Sero surged up, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he kissed you, still rocking you against his thigh in a way that made you see stars. You had the wild thought that everything about him was more than youâd ever imagined it would be, from the delicate press of his fingers to the warmth of his thigh to the way the strands of his hair that had escaped brushed across your forehead. Embarrassingly fast, like he knew exactly how to play you, he worked you up to the crest of your pleasure.
You had to put a hand to his chest to stop him.
âHanta, if youâIâm going to cum if we donât stopââ you said.
âOh my god please,â was his only answer, and he pulled you down onto his thigh with renewed vigor. Sparks of pleasure pricked all over your body as he kissed you again, his hands roaming every inch of exposed skin. He left bruising kisses down the side of your throat, fingers playing with your nipples.
Another few rocks into his thigh sent you right over the edge, and he held you against him as you rode it out, squirming against his thigh.
âThis is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,â he said, something in his tone making it clear he was not done with you yet.
He helped you wiggle out of your pants, freeing himself of his own costume, and laid you out over his couch, grinning. He was golden with a fading summer tan, and his smile was so wide and charming and white against the dimming light from the windows. He was gloriously lean, hard with dense, compact stretches of muscle, every single inch of him honed from years of hero work. He was perfectâso stupidly, handsomely, perfect.
Between his thighs, his cock was just as long and lean, heavy and flush with arousal. It made you dizzy to think that this man, who youâd crushed on for so long, wanted you like thisâwanted you back in the same way youâd always wanted him. You motioned him closer, too eager now to be self-conscious about it.
Sero laughed, a happy noise. âFuck, youâre so pretty though.â He stretched out over you, sliding in between your thighs and guiding himself into you. His chest pressed to yours, hot and slick with a light sheen of sweat already, and you hissed with the feeling of him slipping inside you.
You felt drunk with arousal, crazy with want. You clutched him to you as he moved, thrusting carefully at first, as if testing the feeling of you, and then more firmly. You let out soft noises you hadn't meant to, which Sero seemed to appreciate.
âGod, look at you. Listen to you,â he said, grinning down at you, his dark eyes tracing over you. âI canât believe I got hit with that quirk. This is the luckiest day of my lifeâyouâre so cute. Soâfuckâso perfect.â
He slid into a frustratingly sedate pace, strokes long and languid, stretching out almost teasingly. You wrapped your legs more tightly around his hips, trying to press him into you, but his smile just widened. He moved leisurely, setting his own pace, just on the wrong side of too slow.
It drove you insane, somehow working you up even faster than if heâd been doing what you wanted. You muffled the sounds of your own moans against his lips, gripping onto those broad shoulders. Seroâs own fingers slid down to your clit, playing with you just as lightly and teasingly as his thrusts.
You could have killed him, but all you could do was hold onto him, slurring his name appreciatively.
He worked you like that for a while, bringing you close but never too close, drawing out the feeling into something warm and fizzy, like soda left in the sun. But eventually the band of his control seemed to snap, and he began thrusting into you harder, faster. Those long, lovely fingers circled your clit with more intent as he did, murmuring a steady stream of praise.
âPleaseâcum with me,â he panted into your mouth, as his fingers drew ever-tightening circles over you. âI want you to come with me, Y/N. Can youâcan you do that?â
You nodded frantically as his thrusts grew faster, sloppier. He was so good inside you, so good over you, his fingers such a delicious pressure against your clit. It only took a few thrusts more, a few strokes of those careful fingers, and then you were squirming against him in earnest, your veins going molten with pleasure.
âHantaâIâm going toâ!â
âYessss,â he hissed, and then he was orgasming too, spilling out his pleasure inside of you. His hips slapped yours in a stuttering pattern, half-crazed, and you shook against him, gasping. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you crested the wave, until finallyâfinally you went limp against him, just as his own body relaxed over you.
âI want to be hit with a quirk all the time,â he said, ridiculously.
You couldnât help but laugh, smiling into his shoulder. âDonât make a habit of it.â
Sero hummed thoughtfully. âI donât know. If this is what I get every time, thenâŠâ he trailed off, smirking down at you.
âIâm not going to bang you if youâre going to be irresponsible,â you told him.
He perked up, however, those dark eyes peering at you hopefully. âBut youâll bang me otherwise?â
You laughed again, pinching him lightly on the arm where you held him. âWhat do you think having a crush on you for years means?â
His grin went all sly and pleased again. âThen Iâll have to lock it down, of course. I havenât spent months wondering just to let you get away. Starting with dinner this evening, maybe. Do youâwould dinner be okay?â he asked. The sound of genuine, eager hope in his voice was so gratifying it made you want to kick your legs in the air.
You settled for nodding instead. âDinner sounds amazing.â
âThen Iâll arrange the finest takeout just for you,â he said, which you knew from experience meant the empanadas place around the corner. You laughed again, feeling full already with the promise of an easy meal, and a relationship to come.
âWhatever you want sounds good to me,â you said, even as he began to slide off of you, helping you up alongside him. âYouâve had a crazy day today, empanadas sound like the perfect cap.â
Sero leaned in, his expression as mischievous and charming as always. âItâs nothing,â he said, even as he carefully held out your shirt to you again, guiding you into it in an unexpectedly gentlemanly move. You let him stuff you into it, laughing, smiling into the kiss he gave you as you emerged.
He winked at you as he found his phone and dialed, smiling as you heard the call connect. âAfter all, I'm a hero," he said. "And itâs all in a dayâs work.â
#sero x you#sero x reader#sero x y/n#sero hanta x reader#hanta sero x reader#hanta sero x you#bnha x reader#sero smut
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Hey er ive never done requests before and I donât really know how to work tumblr at all so I hope Iâm doing this right but anyways I saw your post about wanting someone to request Reese Wilkerson stuff and I just wanted to ask if you could make a post just for headcannons about him? I havenât seen too many on here and I need them so bad đ
ofc i can! tysm for requesting and ik a lot of other people sent requests for reese too n i'll get to them soon it's just i have an irl crush rn so the delusions aren't really delusioning apologies <3
Reese Wilkerson Hc's
ok i noticed that in the halloween episode in season 7 i believe he's wearing a misfits shirt !! so i think he would like punk, grunge, pop punk, and nu metal. like misfits, descendants, nirvana, limp bizkit, blink 182, sum 41, sublime, beastie boys, really anything punk related
definitely watches wwe and if you're over you're watching it too
he loves watching his favorite scary movies w you and he loves how you like them too!
if you don't like scary movies he dosent mind either bc that just means you'll be hiding in his arms the whole time so he wins either way
i feel like when he first met you he definitely played a prank on you to get your attention or just annoyed you but once you sorted that all out, you join him on his pranks and he swears he's never liked a girl more
if you're smarter than him and you offer to tutor him he'll only do it under one condition: he gets a kiss everytime he gets something right
might be self projecting but he's def a boob guy.
everyone has this image of him as some psycho tough guy but play with his hair and he'll just melt. especially if you have acrylic nails! his head will be in your lap while you guys are watching tv n you'll be playing with his hair and he'll be as quiet as a mouse and malcolm will just be like "how did you do that."
loves it when you borrow his clothes. especially his hoodies. it just does something to him
tbh i feel like he could go for someone with either a more edgier look ( think avril lavigne or bill kaulitz) or someone with the girly 2000s look ( think britney spears or any of the playboy bunny girls )
once you guys have an established relationship he'll spend all his time with you! at first he wasn't sure if it was ok but now that he knows you really like him he's so happy!
i don't think he's big on pda i think hand holding is as far as hell go but i don't think he minds if you kiss him on the cheek
but once you guys are alone omg
cant keep his hands off you!
he's either super horny or super cuddly no in between
you and him always get stuck babysitting jamie and he'll be doing the most normal thing like putting jamie's shoe on or feeding him and youre just stuck staring at him bc he looks so cute!
dates usually consist of movie marathons, him cooking something for you guys, concerts, theater trips, or something really spontaneous like taking a trip to another city just bc you guys were bored.
walks you to all of your classes <3
malcom n dewey really like you and think you keep reese sane
ties your shoes
if you guys have a class together he's always doodling in your notebook whether it's something cute or raunchy
i think he struggles with self image so he needs a lot of reassurance
if you have pets he somehow has an immediate bond with them. they just love him!
he try's really hard to remember things you like for future gifts/dates
i feel like he gives oddly specific compliments, but he has good intentions
"you smell like a slutty fairy"
"is that supposed to be a good thing?"
"duh."
the same way he secretly loves watching soap operas with his mom, is the same way he loves watching all of your shows. like the oc, dawsons creek, whatever you're into!
he would give the best and most thoughtful homemade gifts. tb to when he gave lois little jars of jam! he'd probally do something similar but according to your taste <3
gets jealous easily
it's hot/ cute tho
memorized all your favorite pastries/baked goods n makes them for you when he's feeling nice/ as an apology if he messes up
#reese wilkerson x reader#reese wilkerson#malcolm wilkerson x reader#malcolm wilkerson#mitm x reader#mitm#francis wilkerson x reader#francis wilkerson#2000s aesthetic#2000s blog#fanfic#2000s#headcanon#lois wilkerson#hal wilkerson#dewey wilkerson#mitm headcanon#malcolm in the middle
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team bolas rojas gas masks designs??
in THIS day and age?????
it may be more likely than you think..
this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if theyâre accurate at all, but it was really fun!!
**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**
itâs a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.
NOTES:
Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than âCROW MAN!!â? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, âhey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!â so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didnât pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe iâll go further into later.)
Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didnât include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how catâs eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) heâs also covered in blood because heâs going through it lore wise.
Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that iâll never finish),but i think heâs pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas canât enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.
Baghera: bagheraâs mask is kind of built like charlieâs, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what iâm doing, so, no, i donât know the technical term for that) to give it the âbird touch.â
Jaiden: jaidenâs mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said âok cool. iâll add that.â she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)
Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but iâm tired, so itâll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned itâll choke him one day, but foolish thinks itâs cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a âyea, iâm crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i donât care.â phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.
Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc heâs half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since itâs entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.
ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.
thanks for reading, BYE!
#qsmp team red#team bolas#bolas rojas#<- do they have any other names?#q!philza#q!cellbit#q!charlie#q!baghera#q!jaiden#q!foolish#q!carre#qsmp purgatory#thats a lot of tags omg#spatcat!!art#charkart
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i got an ask about advice for writing when you're discouraged, so i thought i'd make a post addressing some of the points because i think this is something that everyone has gone through and can relate to. most of this is just what's helped me/what i'd tell myself in the past, but if anyone has advice to add on please feel free! i hope this helps at least a little bit, anon!
"Iâm not good at (dialogue/atmosphere/prose/etc)."
write it anyways! one of the best ways to build a skill is to keep doing it. even if you don't ever post it, or only share it with a few friends, or just read it to your pets, or whatever you choose to do, it's better to write something "badly" than to not write at all. or even asking for help on how to improve from other writers. i struggle a lot with atmosphere and scenery, and something that helped me a lot was talking to other writers whose fics i really enjoy and inspire me. i know it may seem intimidating, but there are plenty of writers on tumblr that would love to talk about how they compose their scenes, their dialogue, anything and everything if someone asks.
"I canât make moodboards/headers/aesthetic posts."
the good news is, you don't have to! fics don't have to have anything other than the fic itself. i can't speak for everyone, but while aesthetics may get my attention, it's the person behind the blog that i stay for. if you want your blog or your fics to have a pretty aesthetic, it shouldn't be because you feel forced to but because you want to do it. if you don't find making moodboards or headers or aesthetic posts fun, then you don't have to do them. and if you want to, but don't know how, there are a ton of resources, links, and blogs dedicated to helping on tumblr.
"Iâm not at (insert someone else)âs writing level."
and you might never be, and that's okay! every writer is different - they have different styles, write at different paces, perceive their skill differently. basing your progress on someone else's isn't going to help because you're not them. you have your own time, energy, ability, and ideas, you'll grow and improve at your own pace, just like they did. don't force yourself to try and follow the same timeline of someone else, and don't put yourself down because you're getting better - and you are getting better - at your own pace.
"I canât find the motivation to write."
honestly same. i think it's a pretty universal experience to lose motivation for something you were excited about at one point. sometimes the vibes aren't it and the story doesn't want to story, but that's alright. it can be hard to stay motivated, and what gets someone inspired again is different everyone. i can't give advice for anything outside of what's helped me, but a few ways i've re-motivated myself to write something are: making a fic playlist, stepping away from the fic for a day or two, giving it to a friend to read, re-watching/reading the source material, doodling fic ideas, and skipping to a different part of the story.
"I canât write fast enough."
unless it's for something like work where you have a fixed deadline, there is no "fast enough" in writing. don't let anyone tell you otherwise. when i first started writing, in the very early days of ao3 and tumblr, fic updates could takes months or even more than a year and that was fine! one of my favorite fics took a six year hiatus, and that didn't diminish any of the enjoyment i had when it came back. you are not a machine, you're a human being with needs outside of writing. it's always okay if you need to take a break, if there's a long wait between chapters, or if you want to stop a project altogether and come back to it six years later. if someone gives you grief because you can't write within their time-frame then they're not worth having as a reader - do not overwork yourself for the sake of finishing a fic.
"Itâs hard to stick to one idea at a time."
then don't! write all the ideas. write every single one. working on a project and you have a drabble that you just keep thinking about? write it. you get a sudden idea for a one-shot in a different fandom? write it. woke up in the mood to start a new five-chapter fic? write it. you can start or stop writing about anything at any time. there is no rule that you have to stick to one idea and finish it before you can write anything else, don't make yourself stick to something if it's not what you want to write, and don't punish yourself if you need to take a break from your current project.
"Maybe Iâm not made for writing on tumblr."
tumblr is a shitposting website that barely works at the best of times. half of my drafts get deleted every other week for no reason - there is no way to be "made for writing on tumblr"! but tumblr is huge, there's a bajillion communities on here that would be so excited to have another writer, and a ton that are solely dedicated to helping writers and providing different resources. i guarantee there is someone on this website that will love and adore your writing.
"The things I read are better than anything I can write/comparing myself to other writers."
i don't have the cake picture saved, but we all know the gist of it: the audience (generally) isn't going to care about how decorated your cake is compared to another, they're just happy to get two cakes. and that's really all it is. your fic might not be the same preferred flavor as the audience of other writers, but there is someone out there who's going to enjoy it. i won't tell you to just not compare yourself to others, i know that's not how it works, but what has helped me is changing the way i view other fics. instead of thinking "i wish i could write like this person", i look at like "this inspires me to improve my writing". and don't get me wrong, i still have moments of doubt about my writing compared to some of the people i read, i don't think that will ever really stop, but the best thing you can do is not let yourself give in to that feeling. try and stop that train of thought before it leaves the station. no one else can write the way you can. no one else can tell your stories the way you can. no one else has the same voice as you do. if everyone wrote the same way, everything would be boring. the heart of a fic is seeing the author's personality shine through it. if you see someone write a good fic, that doesn't mean yours won't be. you have to give yourself a chance even when you feel like your writing won't be as good as someone else's. you have to bake your cake anyway.
"How do I find joy in something I know Iâll never be good at?"
you won't. full stop. if you keep telling yourself you'll never be good at something, you'll never improve, there's no point in trying, then you'll never enjoy it. i know it's easier said than done, but you have to have some level of confidence in yourself and in your writing. not only will you not enjoy it, other people will see the lack of enjoyment, the "i wrote this and it sucks" comments, the self-degradation, and they won't enjoy it either - no one feels good about a fic the author clearly didn't want to write. and, if you try everything you possibly can and still can't find any joy in writing, then maybe writing isn't the hobby for you. and that's perfectly okay! i tried quilting and glassblowing several times before i realized i just didn't like it the same way i liked writing. you owe it to yourself to find something that's fun, that makes you smile, that you're excited to do. there's a million hobbies out there, i promise you'll find something that brings you joy.
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Stupid, silly Namor or Attuma fic ideas. Donât think too hard about these theyâre just funny little ideas. Pls tag me if you write or get inspired by any of these. Like always, there are no rules:
1. The reader is labeled as the village idiot because she likes to sing with her head underwater to "sing to the mermaids". The village ridicules her for it. One day, she is swept out in a riptide, and no one is willing to come to her aidâno one from the village, that is.
2. Reader is full of bad puns and dad jokes, much to the chagrin of Namor/Attuma. "Why are seagulls called seagulls?"
âStop now.â
âBecause if they flew over bays, they'd be bagels! Oh hey, What did one wave say to the other?"
âI swear, if you make one more ocean related pun, I will murder you on this island and tell everyone you died in a shipwreck."
"...well, someone's salty."
3. You put a message in a bottle and set it out to sea in the hopes itâll reach Namor/Attuma so you can be pen pals. âOh my god I love you but youâre so stupid.â They say because you have no idea thatâs not how mail works.
4. Youâre in love with Namor/Attuma, but youâre also obsessed with monsters and cryptids so you keep asking them questions like âIs the Kraken real?? What about 6 headed hydras? Have you seen Nessie?? Are they friendly? Darling tell meeeeeeeâ
5. Reader does that stupid prank thing where she pretends to do a magic trick with an egg and a bottle of water. Sheâs like âOk now look insideâ and squeezes the bottle, spraying water in Attuma/Namorâs face and runs away cackling.
6. You introduce Namor/Attuma to a wonderful human invention - Water beds. They are less than amused. Reader, consider your sexy time privileges revokedđ
7. Attuma/Namor trying to teach reader combat and how to fight like a Talokanil but reader keeps making it sexy and Namor/Attuma is like âOk maybe we should stop. Youâre not even listening to me or learning anything properly!â And reader is like âOh Iâm learning all the right techniques perfectly. đđâ
8. Those videos from EVNautilus of the people in a submarine coming across a dumbo octopus and a googly eyed stubby squid but instead itâs scientist reader being shown Talokan by Attuma or Namor and fawning over the sea creatures because theyâre just little guys. Sweet underwater babies. And reader being like âitâs just a baby can I adopt it plsâ đ„ș and Namor or Attuma being like âpay attention. Remember why weâre here.â
9. âYour child brings home a raccoon, mistaking it for a cat and begs to keep itâ trope but instead itâs Namor/Attuma and their child has brought home an anglerfish or some other hideous abomination of the sea. Itâs surprisingly docile and follows the child around like a pet anyway so can we keep it??? Please father đ„ș
10. Namor and Jeff the Land Shark crossover. Thatâs it. Thatâs the post. Reader wants to adopt Jeff as their child. Heâs just a baby đ„ș
11. Peter Pan âThey were just having a bit of fun, werenât you, girls?â
âWe were only trying to drown herâ Mermaid Lagoon AU
12. âGeneral, Iâve brought the cartographer into the war meeting today. I believe you owe her an apology for ruining all her maps when you stab them to dramatically mark a location.â (What if the âcartographerâ is actually Attumaâs small daughter or sister drawing doodles of maps and playing pretend/mirroring what her dad or brother does because she wants to help and itâs all in jest hehe)
13. 2 days ago you went to an animal shelter and adopted the most adorable cat. What you donât know is, heâs the reincarnation of an Aztec god. Your food offerings are unacceptable and that ugly small box that feels like itâs made from scratchy carpet will not do. No. Heâll be sleeping in your bed with you. Donât try to lock him out; heâll just scream and sing the songs of his people until you let him back in. (Or maybe through a magic mishap Namor has been accidentally transformed into a cat. Yeah Namor as a cat AU. I told you these ideas were silly.)
14. âWould you still love me if I was a wormâ meme With Namor or Attuma but instead itâs âWould you still love me if I was a sea cucumberâ or something ocean related
15. Namor or Attuma are taking their daughter trick or treating this year and ask what she wants to be for Halloween. A superhero, a mermaid, a princess? No. She wants to be a horseshoe crab. Possible Modern AU.
16. Reader goes to the beach often and befriends the seagulls/pelicans. So they start to bring her gifts like shells, rocks, etc. Except one day they bring you a golden bracelet, beaded necklace, or jade earrings (your choice of which). Itâs unlike anything youâve ever seen before. A few days later, Namor shows up at the beach, looking very annoyed as he asks for his necklace/bracelet/or earrings back.
17. You and Namor or Attuma meet on the beach in your special spot. You donât get to be with him often considering heâs kept away by his responsibilities and loyalty to Talokan, and youâre human. Itâs usually your only chance to have time where you can just quietly love each other. Except a stupid fucking seagull or pelican has been following you to both the beach and your home; squawking incessantly, wreaking havoc and basically cockblocking you. Untitled Goose Game AU but itâs a seagull/pelican.
#namor x reader#attuma x reader#namor imagine#namor x you#namor x y/n#namor fic#donât examine these too closely#Dumb thoughts and ideas for silly time#sort of crack!fic ideas if you will#fic ideas
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Posting here too! Just so I can give a longer explanation a bit for the few pieces I've been able to scramble for Sean.
Now I'm not the best at drawing people so it's very rare that I get to try to draw fanart for Sean and the community but I'll share the few I've been able to do!
Starting with the spring banner I made for Sean's server! Has to be one of my favorites becos I loved how it turned out and the fact that I somehow won the banner contest. It's always such a funny shock to go onto the server and see my art there. I've never been so proud of an accomplishment like that.
Next up is the Chase brody youtooz plush concept. Now I did this for kicks and giggles (/hj. Please Sean. We need sad dad plushies.) But it was pretty funny that that reference sheet got way more attention than I thought. And at the time of iris being fairly new was also so funny to me. He looks so sad. I need 17 of them.
King of the daisies portrait! My one piece of fanart that got the most recognition from the community! I spent a grueling 5-6 hours on this piece. It was during a time of art block so I wanted to try drawing realism for a month (didn't go exactly a month but I tried!) And this was my second attempt of the month and it came out so well. I absolutely adore it. And the inspiration came from when Sean announced that white daisies were his favorite flowers. So of course to honor the flow3r king, I did that for him. (Also another reason the banner, he's wearing a daisy crown!)
And finally the anti portrait. This one I made at work actually right before I was contacted for winning a meet and greet ticket to face time Sean through moment house. And to calm my nerves for the next couple days, I worked on this piece. (I referenced an art piece done by turquoise magpie I believe for this one!) But also another part of my month realism challenge!
The 2 realistic portraits hold a special place in my heart. Becos even through the horrendous wifi (and my uncontrollable anxiety) and cutting out during my meet and greet, I had the chance to show him them. I just didn't get to hear or see his reactions properly but the fact I showed him at all for him to see was more than enough.
Annnd then these last art pieces (I'm frankly TERRIFIED of showing. Unsure if it counts as fanart buttt)
These first 2 photos are reference pieces for my "JJ" inspired OC/Fursona. He is considered my comfort character who I tend to draw and doodle whenever I'm feeling down or having a bad day. Jameson (and chase) are my favorite egos and I find comfort in them. Not sure why, but I do. I feel like they just came at times I was struggling the most and brought joy to me though. Just Sean in general has done as such.
And the last photo is a book cover I created for a short story I'm writing with my self insert OC and chase Brody (along with the other egos).
The short story takes part of a community I'm in that surrounds giant/smalls/humans folklore and certain cultures surrounding a time of creatures big and small, Aka G/T! Think of any fairy tales like jack and beanstalk or even japenese animes like the secret world of ariety or movies and books like "The borrowers". (Another comfort for me. I find writing helpful as well for bad days and to also center and express myself again)
Anyways one of my favorite human pieces I've ever completed on my own through lots of practice and failed sketches (my good friend zora rendered and shaded it for me! Actual drawing, linework and coloring done by me!)
Anyways, I hope I'm not overstaying my welcome so I'll cut it off here!
I thank you both for doing this revival! I was never able to participate truely with "septicart" but I'm glad I can right now through this :)
Thanks for reading!
- Djđ
(I apologize if my wording is wacky! ADHD and dyslexia isn't a fun combination when trying to write and explain things ack)
@turquoisemagpie @rogue-of-broken-time
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Anon art human again, I mean finding views or just acknowledgement for you art, I'm broke and either way wouldn't feel right blazing the nsfw stuff I draw but it gets no traffic or notes. Idk leaving an ask was impulsive but I really respect your art and was curious how you got your followers, if it was more a waiting thing or you found the right areas to post.
I dunno, it probably takes patients to get attention but finding motivation to make good art and then getting nothing but emptiness and boredom at the end of the process isn't motivating lol. Anyways Im thankful for your response and apologetic cause I got this trigger instinct to just blurt my questions to the cool artist I found on tumblr, and I'm sorry for bothering you so
No worries, I just felt bad that I didn't understand ya!
Getting noticed depends on a lot of things. I've had several accounts through 12 years spent on this site, and this one is the first that kinda popped off!
Do you make art that has crowd appeal? As in, is it a little silly, cute or relatable? Does it have a story behind it besides looking pretty? Is it attached to a fandom? Are you making stuff for an underrepresented niche? I often see people make something that is technically impressive, or their personal best, but it doesn't get shared too much because it lacks that appeal. It sounds harsh, I know, but it happens to me too. Until recently, my most popular piece was a doodle I banged out in an hour - just how it is, but I'm happy it resonated with people! You can have a look around at what other people post and see which posts of theirs do better or worse as well.
I don't follow the rule of posting at specific peak times, or posting every day. But I do try to tag stuff appropriately. Tumblr only uses the first 5 tags from your post in the search function, the rest you use for categorizing for your blog. So if you're starting out, it really is a waiting game until someone notices and shares your stuff, unless you have a buddy that can boost you.
I come here to have fun, I make art for me and if other people like it - awesome! I don't really optimize that well for social media reach, I just have my characters and their little stories. I do my specific niche of porn/kinks that are fun for me to draw and talk about. It helps that I have a more solid art style now than I did when I started. Apparently I've been doing NSFW for the past 7 years, and early this year is when it took off on tumblr.
To counteract the emptiness, it helps to have friends to bounce ideas around with or to make characters together with. It's why I create, really. I do it with friends because that's what I find fulfilling. And then I feel driven to draw and post about it as well, and that's been true all this time for me.
I hope you can find fulfillment as well, I think it does come through sometimes if a piece was made for reach or from personal joy. I for sure see that in ancient fanart I've done, I hate those pieces. But the personal stuff that I did for fun is still cute to me, even if it did get at most 5 notes way back when.
Sorry if my thoughts are jumbled. But yeah, this is what I do and what worked for me. But it's always different person to person. Much luck in your endeavors!
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Either Desuhiko's about to close one checkmate of a brilliant trap, or he's committed the biggest whoopsy-doodle of all time.
That's a good question. Either he hung onto it because he's an opportunistic filcher or he hung onto it for bait. Once again, it's genuinely hard to tell whether Desuhiko is playing a fool or is a fool.
If he is acting, he deserves an award.
I don't know that Desuhiko would do that.
But I don't know that he wouldn't either.
Now that she's confirmed the ring's location, she's looking for her opening. I wonder if she knew he had it on him from the start of the interview, or if this was a genuine surprise? She baited him with the hidden treasure talk but I'm not sure she was anticipating him whipping it out of his pocket.
Now she makes her move. Oh, I hope this blindsides Desuhiko. I want her to get away with this so bad. Enyne is awesome.
DESUHIKO YOU FOOL
Or mastermind. One of the two. Desuhiko is, at this moment in time, a quantum imbecile. He's wearing Schrodinger's Dunce Cap. He exists in simultaneous states, where he both is and is not a useless clown, and will remain in such a state until one is finally observed to be true and the probabilities collapse into reality.
Oh wow, that's a fantastic engraving. Whoever stashed the hidden treasure had an amazing gift of prophecy!
She casually slides it on her finger. What a baller move. I love this woman. She's fantastic. 10/10 Would play a game about the legendary homunculus thief. Stealing works best under cover of night anyway so it's not like the sun would bother her.
Huh. Didn't think Yakou would willingly participate in a sham investigation guaranteed to draw Peacekeeper attention. That's uncharacteristically helpful of him.
I don't like that she's explaining everything. This feels like they're setting her up for Desuhiko to flip the tables and turn everything around on her.
Come on, Enyne. Forget the shrimp in a blanket and get out of there!
Uh, how did you "destroy her image"? People don't respect her for being uncatchable. I mean, that's part of her reputation, but the main thing they respect is her charity. What part of the fake ring theft was designed to make her stop seeming to be a charitable figure?
I want that to be true. Come on, Enyne. You have the ring. Get out of there before the other shoe drops.
Is he being serious right now? No tricks? She really did get the drop on him? ~_~ I'm so nervous right now. I haven't felt this tense since I figured out who the killers were in Chapter 2 and realized how badly I didn't want to solve the case.
It's a good plan. Not hard to do, either, if you're someone who has their ear to the ground.
Yeah, I figured. Which means we're back at "Enyne fences merchandise somehow in a city that would have an extremely hard time sustaining a criminal underground".
Go! Get out of here!
DAMMIT NO
Someone stuff Desuhiko in a box before he has a chance to say anything else!
Oh goddammit.
Has she lost, though? Like. Hey. Desuhiko? Where is the trap part of this trap?
Like. What is stopping her from kicking him in the face, grabbing up the real ring, and then strolling out the door? Desuhiko's gloating like this is his ultimate master play but I don't see any jaws sprung yet.
For a moment, I thought maybe he trapped the ring. It's obviously made by his Disguise Kit, so I figured it might, like, jab her finger with a sedative or something.
But. No. He's just. Standing there gloating. Where's the trap?
Oh fuck off, you libidinous piglet. She robs museums and then something something and then donates the money to charitable causes. She's engaging in wealth redistribution. That's a far more noble endeavor than the lengths you're going to see your name in a headline.
So, for real, Desuhiko. Where are the jaws? This trap isn't coming together.
I don't know what else you think you can do. If you had Yomi's men here, you might be able to take her in. Emphasis might. She's a notorious unstoppable thief so she might be as badass as Halara.
But I still don't see what's stopping her from flipping you upside down and prying the ring out of your hand with minimal effort. You are not an intimidating person. Go on, Desuhiko. What is the plan?
What.
WHAT. DESUHIKO NO. WHAT THE FUCK DESUHIKO.
This is alarmingly in character for him BUT STILL. KICK HIM IN THE FACE AND TAKE THE RING.
The quantum imbecile has been observed. The douche function collapsed, probability became certainty, and the reality has been locked in as... both. Great job, Desuhiko.
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When you draw well
So, on the old blog, I had a request for like, the guys' reaction to seeing that reader has pretty handwriting or draws well. This is... kind of that lol. Not all members are present and accounted for. There's not necessarily an element of discovery in all of them. Two of the three are platonic but uh... here you go; some real drabble-y shit.]
If you are the anon that requested this, firstly, I apologise that it has taken me six thousand years. Secondly, I hope this is at least some of what you were looking for! Thank you so much for requesting and for your patience. ily
Feat: Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin
Words: 973
No warnings necessary for this!
HoseokÂ
You were doodling. As you always were. Should you have been paying attention? Yes, of course! But why bother when Namjoon was to your left, taking all the notes youâd ever need anyway? He would let you use them later and, in return, you bought him booze. A perfect arrangement.Â
Hoseok, on your right, leant over your notebook to see what you were drawing. He spluttered as he tried to stifle his giggles. You were doodling your lecturer. If he were a Smurf. Because why not? Hoseok nudged your arm.Â
âLet me do one!â he hissed, pulling your notebook towards him. He covered it with his left arm as he worked on his masterpiece and you stared into space waiting for him. Another nudge, some minutes later, brought you back into the room. Â
Unlike Hoseok, you were not able to suppress your laughter, snorting loudly, choking, and then hiccuping from the back row. The entire lecture theatre turned to look; the professor paused; even Namjoon rolled his eyes. You apologised weakly when you were able to speak again, shooting a playful glare at the boy responsible for your embarrassment before dropping your head to your folded arms.Â
A third nudge.Â
âI canât help it that youâre so much better than I am,â he whispered to you. Â
âNo, but I can help letting you draw on my notes again!âÂ
He gave you a grin and a wink.Â
âYouâre just going to have to teach me, arenât you?â Â
âGuys!â Namjoon hissed. âShut the fuck up! If you want to use my notes, you have to actually let me take them!âÂ
JinÂ
âI have a favour to ask.âÂ
âOf course, you do.â Â
You looked up from your desk and fixed your favourite coworker with an expectant glare. Â
âThis oneâs a little bigger than the others.âÂ
âOf course, it is. What do you want?âÂ
âItâs your calligraphy shit.âÂ
âCalling it my calligraphy shit is not going to help you here, Jin.âÂ
âYour calligraphy side hustle, business, whatever it is. I need it.âÂ
âYou need me to write on something?âÂ
âA few somethings, actually...â He paused. âKind of a lot of somethings.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âMy wedding invitations.âÂ
âWhat?! You want me to do the calligraphy on a hundred invitations?âÂ
âUh, itâs more like three hund-âÂ
âTHREE HUNDRED?!âÂ
Jin had got you to do a lot of shit for him in your time as co-workers and then friends. You were never sure how he did it. You started by refusing and it always ended with you doing his favour. Something about his puppy brown eyes, or his charm, his care-free good nature... Something got to you and there you would be, scribbling late into the night to save him from missing a deadline, painting a picture for his intended when he really needed to apologise to them, crafting bespoke shit for him and the countless dinner parties he hosted. He called and you answered.Â
But there was a limit. Â
âJin, be serious.âÂ
âI am being serious! Weddings are expensive-âÂ
âAnd you think my time should be free?âÂ
âNo! Just... cheaper than a profession-âÂ
âI am a professional, you dickhole! I get paid for it, you know!âÂ
âI know! I know! Weâll pay you!âÂ
âIâll charge you double.âÂ
He sighed. Â
âFine. That will still be cheaper than someone else.âÂ
That hurt. Â
âYou undercharge insanely,â he continued and it certainly soothed the bruise. âYou are worth so much more, you know. You should stop underselling yourself.âÂ
Yeah, that was how he got you.Â
âFine,â you replied. âIâll charge you triple.âÂ
He grinned and knocked on your desk before turning to walk back to his own. He called over his shoulder as he left.Â
âItâs a deal!âÂ
JiminÂ
Jimin gasped.Â
âYou did this?â he asked, gesturing to just one of the paintings on display.Â
You nodded meekly. You hadnât let him see any of your work yet. It felt... personal. You had barely got used to showing your work in class; showing your (very new) boyfriend felt, somehow, too intimate. Oh, heâd seen you naked. Heâd had his hands and tongue all over your naked body. But art was different. Art was personal. Art was subjective. Maybe he wouldnât like it. Maybe, by extension, he wouldnât like you anymore.Â
But the time had come and you couldnât keep him away anymore. A requirement of the course was to exhibit your work. So, here you were, exhibiting. To everyone. Including your boyfriend. Whom you had never let see your work before now. Â
âHoly shit,â he breathed as he drifted away from you, walking slowly to stand in front of each piece, scanning its every inch, taking it in, before moving onto the next.Â
You felt physically sick. You didnât dare turn around to watch him. You didnât want to see his face. It was fine if he didnât like it, you kept telling yourself. People have different tastes. It would be fine. Fine. Totally, completel-Â
âYou are amazing.âÂ
You jumped; you hadnât noticed him come back to you. He touched your elbow and drew you around to look at him, a look of awe and wonder on his face. Â
âI canât believe you did all these. I canât believe youâve been hiding these from me all this time!âÂ
He wasnât angry. He was... laughing? Â
âYouâre such a little shit!â he cried. âWhy wouldnât you show them to me? I thought you were going to be bad! I thought you were so reluctant to show me because you werenât good! Baby,â his voice softened as he pulled you a little closer. He tapped his forehead gently against yours. âYouâre amazing.âÂ
âYou think so?â Your voice was strangled, choked. This was better than you had expected.Â
âAre you kidding me?!â He rolled his eyes and smiled that wide, eye-crinkling smile. âYou are such an idiot.âÂ
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Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesnât know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?
Hi love. Thanks for the request.đ
I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.
I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X
Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)
Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. đ
Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.
Dracoâs thoughts are written in green
Spring had arrived.Â
It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle.Â
Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals awayâmaking them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer.Â
Draco couldnât be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter.Â
In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson.Â
He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldnât get himself to see her as anything other than a friend.Â
Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.Â
âAre youâare you alright?âÂ
Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around.Â
You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck.Â
âFine.â He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears.Â
After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up.Â
âWhat are you even doing here anyway?âÂ
âJust wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.â You said, shrugging your shoulders. âItâs a beautiful day.âÂ
Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze.Â
âWhat?â You asked when you noticed.Â
âYou haveâyou have a twig stuck in your hair.âÂ
âA daisy.â You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. âItâs a daisy.âÂ
âYeah I know that. Iâm not stupid.â He said quickly. âBut why?âÂ
"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him.Â
âAnd?â Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion.Â
âThey are said to resemble innocenceâtrue love even.â You explained getting comfortable next to him.
âYou believe in all that?â Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldnât tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless.Â
âMerlin. No.â You scrunched up your nose. âIt just gives me hope I guess.âÂ
Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied.Â
âI know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.â You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips.Â
âHow come?â
âWhat do you mean how come?â You rolled your eyes. âEveryone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.âÂ
~~~~~
The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs.Â
Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldnât get the interaction between you two out of his head.Â
And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up.Â
Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room.Â
He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book.Â
"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. âFive points from Hufflepuff house.âÂ
You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug.Â
"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.
Great.Â
"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle."Â
This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape.Â
"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott."Â
The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down.Â
"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n."Â
What?Â
You turned back to look at Draco and gave him an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other.Â
Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?"Â
"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it.Â
Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone.Â
âI am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.â You offered.
You donât have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said.Â
âFine whatever.â He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.Â
That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night.Â
He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day.Â
Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.Â
You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even.Â
He knew that.Â
But did you?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Draco! Open up."Â
His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it.Â
You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank topâlooking like summer personified.Â
The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer.Â
Compliment her. Do it. Itâs not Difficult.Â
âDid you do something different to your hair?âÂ
âUhâno why are you asking.âÂ
âIt just looks a bit strange.â He commented wanting to slap himself.Â
"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair.Â
Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-
"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasnât meaning to say that out loud.Â
"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment.Â
Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...
You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face.Â
several days to mature...
"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on hisâpeering right into his soul.
Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.
He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.
 "I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. âIt's for the best.â
"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusionâwondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?"Â
"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched.Â
Please donât go.
"Just goâleave please."
You couldnât help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes.Â
As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.
~~~~~~~~~~~
During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened.Â
Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadnât eaten or slept in days.Â
On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away.Â
Everyone at school had their opinions about himâmost of them werenât good opinions.Â
But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way.Â
You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class.Â
His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book.Â
Only it wasnât your book.Â
You didnât remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book.Â
Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book.Â
D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake.Â
And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk.Â
It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.
When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way.Â
~~~~~~~~~
âSome hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.â Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. âSays it's urgent.âÂ
He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside.Â
âHereâs your book.â You said taking a step towards him. âYou never told me whatâs wrong by the way.âÂ
âThank you.â Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground.Â
âWhy did you stop talking to me y/n?â
âYou told me to go awayâIf I remember correctly.â You said shaking your head at him. âTell me Draco, whatâs wrong?â
âEverything.â He said quietly, meeting your gaze.Â
"What do you mean?"Â
"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.
"Weak?" You ran your fingers through your hair in confusion.Â
"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled.Â
"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this.Â
"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.â He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!."Â
He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his.Â
His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lipsâpouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.
There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long.Â
Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms.Â
Freaking Finally.Â
He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile.Â
"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk.Â
You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems. Â
A Daisy for my daisy.Â
You give me hope.
- D.M
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â genshin boys as your late night study buddy
àł ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader
àł 200-299 words per character! (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) âĄ
àł tags: college au, modern au, and lots of fluff.Â
àł thank you so so much for 1k notes on my very first batch of genshin hcs! i appreciate all the luv it received and i can never thank all of you enough đ„ș iâll be making a genshin masterlist soon to compile all of my current and future works so pls stay tuned for that!
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ZHONGLI:
â Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, heâll focus. Thereâs always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (Heâs just fancy like that.) When he doesnât understand the concepts right away, heâd turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks:Â â(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? arenât they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.â
CHILDE:
 â Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesnât know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. Heâs at the top of the class, Heâs popular and friendly, Heâs the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (heâs the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while heâs scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. Heâd poke you on the cheek and show you what heâs found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. âLetâs do it baby. I know the law.â
DILUC:
âYou and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the âCampus Cutiesâ awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep. You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst youâre at a cute little cafĂ©Â with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) Itâs such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have canât get any better than this.
âI got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that youâve always wanted. I-Iâm so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.â
KAEYA:
- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeyaâs Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. Heâs quite the teacherâs pet, but with good intentions. Thatâs just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, âIâm kidding. Just kidding my love.â You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6 Â as the âEducational Movie Of the Day.â He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesnât matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, thereâs a high chance that youâll never fluke a test ever again.
âOh. Thatâs pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know weâre going to ace our finals!â
XIAO:
â Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. Youâve sworn to your boyfriend that youâd help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesnât need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, âThe Liyue Adeptiâ, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless heâs called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.
âI donât deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything youâve done for me. I hope you know, that Iâll always be here for you.â
ALBEDO:
- Being the universityâs library assistant has itâs perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. Youâd meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. Heâs quite busy, being a part of universityâs alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! Sheâs always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. Heâs a genius after all, and although youâve constantly told him time and time again that he doesnât have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever itâs exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message:Â
âI put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. Iâm proud of everything youâve reached so far, my beloved. and I know youâll reach greater heights. Letâs continue to excel and thrive together. I canât wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.â
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How do you draw anatomy so well? Please tell me your secretđđŸ
If you actually respond/pay attention to this---
Thank You!
thank u for thinking my anatomy is good! ;o;
my "secret": i've been drawing bodies since like 2nd grade, and more "seriously" since 7th grade. i've done a multitude of live drawing studies (drawing nude figures in various poses) which helps way more than you could imagine. i'm an art nut so eventually i improved through sheer work; my body saw how much i was drawing, aka repeatedly bashing my head in a wall, and was like "ok FINE u can get better at art i guess" LOL
anyway, i never know how to answer this question properly because different artists have different approaches to anatomy. the way i draw a body might not make any sense for anyone else, and vice versa.
i've seen youtube videos that are like "DON'T do this! DO this!" and because there's so many of them, they constantly contradict each other. it gets so damn overwhelming because there's no way you can follow all advice provided to you, much of which are from stuck-up artists who think their way is the only right way. there is no only right way to draw!!! please remember that!!!
that being said, here are my tips that might help you, because they happen to help me:
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separate the body into shapes! when sketching, i tend to draw my limbs with blob-like "cylinders"/ovals and joints with circles, like so:
these look like messy mannequin limbs, but they get the general vibe down for me. not to mention, they apply weight to body parts by implying muscle/fat. i used to draw with lines and circles, but this subconsciously made me draw arms and legs a lot skinnier and "bone thin" than i preferred. even though these are just sketchy base doodles, it makes it easier for you to build more detail on top of them!
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if you want personality in your pose, a great way to allude to that is by using a line of motion! for me, these usually manifest with the spine:
...but they can also apply to the rest of the body by extending past the pelvis. it's up to you! but a general spine/line of motion, even if just a scribble, can imply a different emotion and pose quite simply. i like to draw the torso and line then add arms and legs, sometimes based entirely on vibe LOL
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and honestly the BEST piece of anatomy advice i can give you... is to KEEP DRAWING!!! study figures over and over again, go to live figure drawing sessions (or use an online site, there's a handful of free ones), draw a pose you made yourself in the mirror, study the anatomy pros from art books or tutorials, watch shows or animations or hell, comics â actually PLEASE read comics, often times you'll find a cool pose just there for you to analyze and draw â you get the idea! even though i told you these tips, they won't actually mean anything unless you put in the work.
i know "just draw" is a very basic piece of advice that's kind of a duh point, but it sincerely works. i took a figure drawing class my 3rd semester of art school and it helped me leaps and bounds â all it did was have us draw figures over and over! you can get advice from a thousand different artists, but ultimately what matters is what works for YOU. and you won't know what works for you if you don't draw! i know it can get discouraging if you keep drawing and drawing and you're not getting the results you want, but art is a gradual process. i still continuously struggle with art but i'm really glad i improved leaps and bounds in the past couple years, bottom line, i feel more comfortable with drawing bodies, and it's all thanks to my hard work! (or perhaps my relentless fear of failure, which forces me to keep drawing so i don't fall behind lol)
i hope these helped even a little bit!!!!! just remember: anatomy takes a LONG time to figure out and perfect, and any kind of progress is valuable progress! there also isn't one correct way to draw bodies; just use what works for YOU to achieve what YOU want :)
#a bunch of random paragraphs incoming!!!!! woohoo!!!!!!!!#i'm an art student of course i'm going to blurt art advice and nonsense words when given the chance#asks for becki#art help
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Weâre live [Gamer!Jungkook x Reader][M]
Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader
Warnings: Smut, profanity, semi-public sex, protected sex (reader is on birth control), mentions of reader needing reading glasses, oral m receiving, drooling, handjobs, orgasms male and female, f and m orgasm denial/edging, big dicks, body worship (kinda), tattoos/piercing's, mentions of sex in other locations, minor hair pulling, mentions of disapproving families/hiding things from parents, mentions/descriptions of reader having a large chest, reader is kind of bratty, usage of the word cock, voice kink if you squint
Genre: Smut, some angst, streamer/youtuber au, college au if you turn on a blacklight
Word count:Â 4.7k
Summary: You and Jungkook have been living together for a little over a year now, a big decision after your previous several years of dating. He, of course, brought his job with him- a full gaming set up, which you happily let him set up in a spare room. Your boyfriend was a pro-gamer. This job usually kept him busy, his focus on his screen rather than you for a majority of the day. You normally didnât mind this at all, since you were usually out during that time anyway. Today, however, was different. You were home, attempting to study as he worked in order to give him the space he needed. Except, you were missing him in a way you hadnât in a while, and the only way to get rid of this frustration would be to get him away from his work.Â
{A/N: This work is completely unedited, so apologies for any typos.}
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You could hear him yelling through the door.
The laptop sitting in front of you was beginning to dim from lack of use, the loud shouts from the room a bit down the hall further ruining your already destroyed concentration. Your glasses slid down your face as you lifted, the feeling causing you to pull them off. Flopping tiredly against the back of the chair, you took one final look at the multiple windows you had open on the screen as the screen finally went black, leaving you with nothing but your reflection on the screen. Your hair was messily tied back, strands and chunks falling around everywhere from where they escaped from your hair tie. You looked away from the sight of your own face, burying your face in your hands as your elbows came to rest on the shiny, hardwood table; you slamming the device shut as your hand lowered, your fingers pulling the skin down along with it. You sighed in frustration, letting your head flop back against the chair as you slid down, your butt now hanging off of the seat.
His voice practically bounced off the walls, each full-concentration shout of sudden frustration ringing through the house. Each time caught your attention, snatching you quickly from your exhausted daze. He seemed to be having fun in-between moments of what you assumed was either interacting with the chat or moments where it sounded like he lost- or rather, almost lost. You could already hear him coming out in a few hours, bragging about he remained undefeated in a game you couldn't remember the name of, a large, bright grin present on his face, his own pulled back hair messily sprawled in every possible direction.
You sometimes watched his streams and videos while you worked, at least you used to. It always ruined your concentration when you did, as it was now, but they were admittedly entertaining. He never knew you did, you showed little interest in his job, and you'd rather keep it that way.
Sitting up, you lifted your hands to adjust the straps dangling uncomfortably down your shoulders, adjusting the rest of your top in the process, pulling it up from where it slid down, at this point revealing almost everything. It appeared to have shrunk given how tight it was and how easily it slid down, but it wasn't like it would be anything your boyfriend hadn't seen before in the instance you failed to notice and flashed him. The tank top you had on usually did well with covering everything, but knowing that lately, for some reason, it wasn't, made you frown. It was comfortable and nice to wear around the house; you just felt irritated adjusting it constantly.
You stood up, moving toward the various loud sounds coming from the room. The door clicked as you turned the knob, pushing the large wooden object open, the many lights strung on the walls greeting you as you stepped inside the large room. The whiteboard he had hanging on the wall was full of writing and multiple expressive doodles- a few piles on the floor from a few other random activities. It was dark aside from the many lights hanging from the walls and ceiling, your boyfriend well illuminated by the glow from the multiple monitors sprawled in front of him.
Turning to face him fully, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as you paused. He hadn't noticed you yet. You felt odd about walking in like this. You had never interrupted him while he was working unless he needed something, in which case he usually just came to get you. You honestly didn't even know if any of his fanbase knew he was in a relationship at all-; you both usually just kept to yourselves. Aside from him eventually coming upstairs to meet you in bed to sleep, coming out to eat, or the occasional 'date'- which was just running errands together or him coming with you to watch a movie you were pretty much already leaving for- you both didn't really spend a lot of time together. At least you hadn't recently.
The sight of his wide eyes and pouty expression made your heart melt, and you couldn't help but smile. He was sitting in his much-bigger-than-him gaming chair, his legs crossed with his knees near his chest as he leaned forward, his expression serious despite the generally cute nature of everything else about him. His way too big shirt swallowed him easily, and it was only at this moment that you realized he had borrowed one of your hair-ties. The pale purple band was more than familiar, and there it was, tightly holding his long black hair neatly in place.
"Jungkook-" You started as you moved close, his head instantly lifting in order to meet you, his serious expression quickly growing soft. He seemed a little confused seeing you in here but still happy about it nonetheless.
You suddenly panicked slightly, watching the screen nervously in the hope you didn't appear in the camera too much, mostly attempting to keep your face out of frame. Gently, you leaned against the back of the chair, his teeth quickly appearing in a wide, excited grin. "Do you need anything?" He asked, his bright, wide eyes meeting yours. You could feel the excitement radiating from him, his lips and cheeks pink in the light from the lamp as he spoke. "Just missed you." You admitted, crossing your arms against the back of the chair as you leaned slightly forward.
The chat on one of the monitors suddenly sped up, you noticing it from the corner of your eyes. A loud mix of emotes and words in all caps filled the screen, zooming by before you could read any of them. You watched Jungkook slide his headphones off, letting them rest on his neck as his legs uncrossed, his socked feet flopping against the carpet. "Here, you can sit with me and watch." He chirped, quickly pausing whatever game he was playing and scooting over to make as much room as he could. You shook your head.
"No, I..." You trailed off, pouting a bit as you lift your arms, moving your hands around your face in a way you hoped emphasized your unwillingness to be on camera. You knew they could see your body just fine, but you were on your computer all day and hadn't slept well, so showing your face was definitely out of the equation. Jungkook simply let his head fall slightly to the side in confusion, letting out a small "But you look fine.".
You pouted, watching as he quickly stood up, the chair rocking slightly as he slid out of it. "Here, I know just the thing." He quickly shuffled near the back of the room and over to the closet doors, pulling them open. You watched quietly as he began to shuffle through a box, the already present pout on your face growing stronger. You recognized that box. That box was from your senior prom. You already knew what he was looking for.
He quickly pulled out a black mask, the very one you had worn years ago. Why he had kept it this long, you didn't know, but you still found yourself sighing as you realized it would still work. You didn't really want to remember that masquerade themed prom, especially considering neither you nor Jungkook had fun during a majority of it. It had its moments, but you had hoped you wouldn't have to go near that specific costume again.
"Sorry, it's all I've got." He whispered, gently placing it in your not-very-eagerly awaiting hands. Taking a deep breath, you slid the mask onto your face as Jungkook scoot past, flopping once again into the large chair, his voice loudly sounding as he began to interact with the apparently very excited chat.
Once again adjusting your top, you moved over to where your boyfriend was sitting, plopping down next to him as one of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as you settled against him, your thighs touching. You shuffled, wrapping your arm around his waist as well, your legs bouncing from where they hung off the seat as Jungkook pulled the chair forward. You felt the tension in your crossed legs relax as you realized you'd only be seen from slightly above your waist.
His hand slid around you, grabbing onto the controller resting on his thighs. Your arms flopped to the side, resting against your boyfriend's thighs in an attempt to keep them out of the way. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his sweatpants, your head coming to rest gently on his shoulder. Jungkook grinned, his teeth shining through his lips the more comfortable you became.
You could feel his voice vibrating against you as he spoke, the sound making you feel warm inside, a soft tingle running from your head to your thighs. "What're you playing?" You questioned, leaning against his strong shoulder, enjoying his warmth. His face slowly contorted slightly in thought, a pout forming on his lips as he noticeably racked his brain for the answer. "Astrotech." He finally responded, his expression moving quickly back to the way it was, his cheeks noticeably a bit pink.
Various loud booms and screeches flooded from the headphones around his neck, which he had turned up for you to hear. You didn't know what was going on it, but the sight of him expertly doing whatever objectives or maneuvering the obstacles in the game was somewhat fascinating to you.
He suddenly squirmed under you as you adjusted yourself, the sudden movement surprising until you realized your hand had just accidentally rubbed along his thigh in the process. Your lips pressed together in thought, realizing just how sensitive he seemed to be. Deciding to see if that was truly why, you cautiously ran your hand along his thighs, feeling him once again squirm under you. The barely audible groan of protest as you slightly ruined his concentration made something in your brain just click.
You knew why you were so distracted earlier.
Slowly, your hand moved along his leg before sliding inwards towards the warmth where they met. Before he could squirm again, you gave a soft squeeze to his strong thighs, enjoying the slightly surprised noise that escaped. He seemed annoyed that you were attempting to distract him, but his lack of any indication for you to stop or any sort of 'no' from him gave you the willingness to continue.
Your hands moved further up, sliding along the space between his legs and up towards his stomach. He had stopped moving aside from the slight tremble of his thighs as you made your way along. His legs slightly parted, allowing you to continue on your way, the outline of the package you were searching for soon starting to appear in his sweat pants. You licked your lips gently, tracing the outline with your fingers, enjoying the sighs you heard from his weak attempts to keep quiet.
"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you when you're done." You suddenly spoke. "I just came to visit because I missed you, but you seem pretty busy with work." You added, pulling your hand away as you stood, sliding out of the chair as you moved quickly towards the door. Thoughts ran through your brain as your hand grabbed the doorknob, opening it before gently shutting it immediately after. You turned to look at your boyfriend still sat behind you, biting your bottom lip in thought.
Slowly and quietly, you dropped down to your knees, crawling on the ground over to the desk as you swiftly slid under it. Leaning forward, you grabbed the tops of his pants, slowly pulling them down as you felt your eyes grow wide at the sight. You had seen it before, but it was still a pleasant surprise each time.
Your hands moved along his legs, swiftly grabbing the still mostly soft length, pumping them quickly as Jungkook once again squirmed under you, his legs spreading. You could feel him continuously growing under you as you moved, the sight and feeling causing your thighs to tingle.
Licking your lips, you moved forward, licking the tip of his eagerly awaiting cock, listening as he tried to stifle a pleased hum. Before he could fully react, you took the full length in your mouth before sliding down, bobbing your head with vigor, enjoying the soft noises that escaped as a result of your movements. Your hands continued to slide quickly, making up for what you couldn't reach.
Your boyfriend sighed above you, doing his very best to act as normal as he possibly could. The soft clicking and tapping from his controller continued, you only drooling as your head continued to lower, taking in as much of the steadily hardening length as you possibly could. Pawing at him for the bit you had the chance to seemed to work, not quite in the way you had hoped, but you were fixing that just fine. A soft slurp sounded as you suddenly lifted your head, the noise causing you to pause as you hoped no one had heard the sinful action going on under the desk. The conversation between him and the on-going chat seemed to be normal despite his occasional deep sighs. His fingers ran through your hair, giving a slight tug as you continued, closing your eyes as you attempted to savor the moment- still being careful to make as little noise as possible.
A sharp tug to your thick hair pulled you upwards, your breasts practically in his lap as your arms lifted, grabbing onto his thick black hoodie in an attempt to keep yourself steady. You hummed a bit in surprise, the action causing his strong hands to increase their grip on you as your head only continued to bob. He was gasping now. Loud pings and sound effects rang from the screen from what you assumed was possibly the hundredth donation of the night. You increased your speed, enjoying the strong but more gentle tug that followed with each movement of your salivating mouth.
You were only wondering how he was managing to hide this so well.
Your gaze slowly moved upwards, checking his expression. His face was flushed, his teeth on display as he bit his lower lip in a last attempt to keep quiet. His expression was otherwise unchanged aside from his noticeably dilated pupils, his face still stern with concentration.
With a loud pop, you finally pulled away, quickly using your knuckles to wipe away the strand of saliva that followed. Swiftly pulling his pants back up, you shuffled from under the desk and over to the door. That would be enough for now. After all, you didn't actually want to get caught.
You could feel him watching you as you stood up and quietly opened the door. How upset he was that you didn't finish could be felt from where you stood, but you knew he'd get you back later. He always did. It didn't matter if you just ate his food or if you pulled a small prank, he always got you back, and this time you could say you looked forward to it.
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The door flew open with a loud bang, you jumping with surprise at the sound, nearly dropping your phone in the process. Your head lifted to meet the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his hair messy as he loomed over you. "What was that about?" He questioned, his eyes darting to take in your form.
"What was what about?"
"You know what."
You felt your cheeks warm but decided to continue pretending you didn't have a clue what he meant. "No, Jungkook, I don't know what."
His lips pressed together, his eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him, a soft click sounding as he slowly locked it. You watched quietly, biting your lip as you knew what would happen next. He wasn't usually this quiet.
"Thankfully, I was able to continue normally without much issue." He plopped on the bed next to you, the weight of his larger form causing the mattress to sink under him. The force was almost enough to cause you to slide along with it.
"But you must think I'm a fool if you think you'll get away with sneaking under the desk like that."
By then, he had leaned close, his voice low as he spoke. His tattoos could be seen poking from under the dropped neck of his shirt, your eyes slipping down the closer he leaned. You flopped forward, your gaze meeting his as your hands came to rest on top of his own. "And what are you gonna do about it?" You teased. This wouldn't at all be your first time with each other, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
"You're not even ready. I could hear you taking care of it yourself before you came up; you're not as quiet as you think."
His hand lifted quietly, curling under your chin as he held your head still. "Alright, smartie, what're you gonna do about that?"
"You're usually the horndog in this situation. What am I gonna do about it?"
You were suddenly shoved against the bed below, the thick blanket warm under your body. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, his hair draping around his face as he leaned over you. "You'll have to wait to find out, huh?"
"Damn, you must really be upset." You teased without even a second of hesitation. "Man, I really wonder what you'll do. Oh, how long must I wait? Forever? Years; Centuries of waiting just to punished in the end! Just end me, as waiting is its own punishment." You whined dramatically under him, your arms lifting as your hand sprawled against your forehead, your eyes closing as your head flopped back in exasperation against the mattress below.
Jungkook laughed. "No, you won't have to wait very long. You know I wouldn't do that to you." He grinned, his teeth bright and shiny behind his lips. "Remember when we were younger, and I still lived with my parents, and you came over to study?" He asked, his noticeably strong hands trailing over your body, their attention quickly focused on your chest. You opened your mouth to speak, only to get interrupted as he continued.
"We waited until they left to run some errands, and we decided to try and be super quick." He paused to laugh to himself, you barely listening as you bit your lip, your nipples beginning to poke through the fabric his hands continued to glide over. "We started getting way too loud near the end and almost got caught because we didn't hear them pull in. The only reason we were able to clean up and everything was because you happened to finish before they walked in and could hear what we were doing. Man, what an adrenaline rush that one minute was as we scrambled around listening to them slowly come up the stairs."
By then, you were moaning under him, the fabric rough against your extremely sensitive chest. His strong fingers continued running along, teasing the hardened nubs as he moved on with another story, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. His hands snuck under your shirt, his hands warm as he grabbed as much of your breasts in his large hands as he could. "Sorry, I was talking." He apologized, taking the moment before you responded to swiftly yank your shirt over your head.
In your moment of distraction, you had become so hot and bothered that you hadnât even noticed how long he had been rambling. You could hardly hear his reminiscing over your increasingly more desperate moans. The feeling of the cold air hitting your already erect nipples made you squirm slightly, you only coming back to reality to a soft warmth on your neck. Your hands lifted, gripping with white knuckles tightly onto his thick hoodie.
You lowered your gaze, the sight of his face resting on your chest greeting you. His hair messily covered his eyes, the deep brown underneath shining in the light of your bedroom. His lips were pressed softly together into a pout, his tattooed arms lifted to lay across your shoulders, wrapping under your head. âYouâre not paying attention!â He whined, continuing to pout as he shuffled to lean over you, the mattress squeaking ever so slightly as his knees rested on the bed.
He paused to pull the thick fabric free from his body, letting it thump to the ground as he leaned over you once again, the thick ink on his arms dancing as his muscles flexed in the process. Your eyes widened as his face approached yours, your noses quickly touching, the pout still present. âYou didnât hear my story.â He whined again, softer this time, the shine still present in his wide eyes despite the shadow he was casting over you. âYou werenât even listening.â
âHoney, you were rambling.â You responded, hoping he couldnât feel your racing heart. He flopped down, his hips straddling your own as he sat up, his strong arms causing the bed to sink in as he continued to lean over you, your thighs tingling at the slight bounce that followed as he grew comfortable on your hips.Â
âI was telling a story.â
He lowered himself, his lips coming into contact with your own, your hands lifting to grab on the thin white t-shirt that remained. His teeth ran softly over your lips as he pulled away, his hands once again moving to slide under your head. Your thighs burned and tingled with each movement he made.Â
You were beginning to sweat as you continued gripping him tightly, your hips wiggling to wrap your legs around him. His lips once again moved into a pout, the shine is his eyes disappearing as his head came to rest on your chest once again. He definitely felt you move.
His legs slid around you, his knees moving under your hips to lift them up, pressing his now noticeably tight sweatpants against your shorts. He once again lowered to kiss you, more gentle this time as his hands lowered to remove his sweat pants, leaving nothing between you but your shorts- which already barely covered anything. Your own hands lowered, grabbing onto the hard length poking between your legs, pumping slowly as he sighed into the kiss. Your shoulders ached as his hands pressed against your shoulders, pressing you into the mattress. You sped up your wrist movements, listening as he groaned into the continued kiss.
Suddenly, his hands shot down, levering your legs open and lifting his hips to practically rip your shorts free of your body as he finally broke the kiss. His legs slipped off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud, swiftly yanking you close to the edge. His fully flexed arms caged you in, his lips coming into contact with your exposed neck, his breathing soft and warm against your skin.Â
âRoll over.â He huffed, moving to kiss along your chest and shoulders. His face was now a soft pink, lifting to watch you intently as you rolled onto your stomach, letting out a noise of surprise as you were yanked yet further off of the bed, your feet now touching the floor. Kisses once again returned to your neck, an occasional moment of cold causing you to shiver with delight as his tongue traced over your warm skin with each mark he left behind. Your still erect nipples dragged softly over the sheets under you, the cool mixture of the sheets and his tongue piercing causing you to moan loudly under him.
Your face slammed softly against the mattress below, his strong arms pressing against your shoulders to hold you in place, your hips lifting in the process. Of all the times youâve done this, he wasnât usually this rough, but youâd be lying if you said it wasnât exciting.Â
âFu-â You moaned, burying your face in the mattress at the stretch that followed. â-ck.â Your hands gripped onto the sheets, the feeling of his teeth and tongue reaching every inch of your neck making you whimper. He had always been taller, but it wasnât until now that you realized just how much stronger- and bigger than you he was. You could hardly move with the grip he had on your shoulders, your head the only thing able to move freely. He had you where he wanted you, and itâd probably be a while before heâd free you.
Each thrust ruined your hopes of being quiet, drool beginning to fall from your lips as he continued- each thrust more intense than the last. Your eyes were soon rolled back, your mouth open as saliva dripped from your parted lips, the sharp tugs to your hair adding to the overall ache. Your legs, hips and shoulders were growing more pained with each lewd slam into you, each second bringing you closer to the edge. You were silent, the ache taking your breath away, a loud gasp escaping as he freed your shoulders, yanking you upright by your hair.
His arms wrapped under your chest, freeing you from the bed entirely as he held you in place, your arms contorting behind you to hold onto his now moist t-shirt. You were trembling, your chest burning as you gasped for air. âJungkook...â You managed, your voice hoarse as your head flopped backwards against his muscular shoulders. You could feel the mess you were already making in your excitement, awaiting the finish you were mere seconds away from, only to groan as you felt him stop, your chest bouncing as he adjusted you.Â
âNo...â You whined in complaint, taking the time to catch your breath only to catch yourself moaning with each exhale. You continued shaking as he kissed along the back of your shoulders. âDonât stop...â You continued, wiggling your legs slightly to get him to continue. He groaned with your wiggles, grabbing your thighs to keep you in place. âStop moving.â His voice was soft and gentle, your head rolling around on his shoulder as he placed another kiss on your aching neck.
âYouâre so pretty.â He complimented, letting you fall forward with your hands hitting the mattress, his arms firmly gripping your thighs to stop your hips from moving from their position. The little eyeliner you had on had started to run, your hands gripping the sheets in anticipation as you wondered what about you with messy makeup was pretty.
You cried out, your voice still hoarse as the edge approached faster than before. After a minute you were trembling under him again, the ache returning as you tipped closer and closer to the edge. You were reduced to a shaking, squealing, moaning mess in a little over a minute, your legs struggling to hold onto him as they shook.Â
Your face once again slammed into the mattress, a loud groan felt against your back as his hips sputtered slightly, his large hands grabbing onto your hair once again as he attempted to keep himself steady as he finally tipped over the edge. His breaths were rough and quick against your back, you too busy attempting to catch your own breath to notice his hands had lowered.Â
You gasped, pleasure coursing through you once again as his fingers moved with renewed vigor. âJu-Jungkoo-â You pleaded, struggling to even get his name out as his strong hands made quick work of your clit, you finally reaching your release with a sudden, violent shake. He pulled away, the emptiness that followed allowing you to fully fall against the bed, your legs weak as you attempted to stand. His arms wrapped around you, gently laying you down.Â
âToo much?â He questioned, taking in your exhausted form, his voice dripping with concern. His eyes widened slightly at the black smeared along your cheeks, pouting as he gently wiped it off, not seeming to notice his still wet fingers. âToo much.â He lowered to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, running his fingers through your messy hair. âDefinitely too much.â
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[A/N: Sorry that this came out so much later than I promised. Hopefully it was worth the wait.]
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Modern!Eren Jeager Relationship Headcannons
Modern!Eren Jeager x reader
a/n: I love this little shithead. These are just some headcannons of how I think it would be being in a relationship with modern!eren. Just to clarify, the characters are always aged up and in unversity if itâs a modern!au unless otherwise stated!! Please enjoy and feel free to come in my inbox and share your Himbo!Eren thoughtsđ©
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Ok, for starters, Himbo Eren Supremacy!
Eren might not be the uhm smartest, heâs kind of a big cuddly idiot, and he is big and respects women -> Himbo!Eren
Anyways
Being with Eren means having a box full of ridiculous hand made gifts from Eren that he insists on you keeping for sentimental reasons, no matter how senseless they are
Theyâre usually really stupid and cheesy letters he writes on a torn piece of notebook paper while heâs in class when itâs especially boring him
Theyâre not even coherent thoughts on the paper sometimes
âHi :) Iâm sitting here feeling like Iâm going to pass out from how boring this class is, and weâre supposed to be taking notes but I think Iâll just copy them from you or Mikasa later though hahahaha donât! Tell Arma Armin! Heâll just yell at me :( unless I tell him I like his new haircut maybe which i actually do by the way itâs funny my hairs long now and his is short 1. Oreos 2. Milk 3. Shampoo 4. Hand sanitzer sorry I need this stuff and I would forget if i didnât write it down. I bet you look really pretty right now :) in my head Iâm kissing you teeheeâ
And every other part of the paper that isnât filled up with his rambling is stick figure doodles of you two kissing and holding hands and one of him and jean arm wrestling but donât ask him about it, he lost in his head this time so heâs gonna work out more later sdfnarfn
You have hair ties littered all over your place itâs ridiculous
You find them literally everywhere - probably cause he likes to fling them across the room and see how far he can get them when he takes them out of his hair, he will be stealing most of yours if you use them
He love love loves when you run your hands through his hair and massage his scalp after he takes his ponytail out
He almost immediately lays face down in your lap and groans while he moves around to get comfortable
If you donât immediately start heâll just look up at you with a little pout and move one of your hands to his hair and raise his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to pamper him
Loves being pampered and will definitely let you do his nails just to feel your soft hands on his - and cause he likes the way you always rub lotion into them after
Very touchy boy, I HC his love language being Physical Touch, hence how bad he loves being pampered
He loves when he comes out of the shower and comes to lay down with you, all sore from practice - itâs Eren, we know he playâs SOME kind of sport - and your hands start working all the knots out of his back and neck, working their way to the top of his shoulders and squeezing while they drag down his biceps all the way to his hands
Kiss his knuckles and he WILL melt
He never feels more loved than when youâre taking care of him like that, and letâs be honest you donât mind running your hands over his toned body either
He loves pampering you as much as he loves receiving it, too
Loves rubbing your legs while he lays between them with his head resting on your midsection
His hands are rough due to years of abuse from playing sports, and they feel so good when heâs squeezing the muscles in your calf life that
Sometimes if youâre feeling sore, heâll help you stretch your legs out
Heâll be sitting back on his knees by your feet, your legs spread in front of him. He grabs your left leg by your calf while he inches forward to lean above and bring your leg up with him, stretching your knee to your ear. The hand thatâs not locked on your calf is resting by your head with his face mere inches from yours, his hair tickling your cheeks. Youâre like that for a few moments before he leans in and ghosts his lips over yours, abruptly shifting up and kissing your nose instead. âOther leg!â jackass
He would love giving you back massages too oh god, and I mean like proper back rubs.
Heâd have you laid out on your bed while hes straddling your from behind and pressing his fingers deep into the sore tissue there - sometimes you fall asleep and drool a little and he finds it so cute
He just loves loving up on you, period
On another note, he wouldnât just steal your hair ties if you had any, heâd steal everything LMAO
Your hand lotion? He pockets it cause it just smells so good and always had his hands feeling soft whenever you let him use some. And why would he go and buy it if you have some?
Firm believer that yâall share everything
Heâs stolen lotion, gum, socks that barely fit him, chapstick, lip scrub, pens, highlighters, literally anything.
And once you start to notice heâs all, âWhat? Weâre in a relationship, partners are supposed to share everything. I mean, you steal my hoodies!â
âEren, you give those to me cause you said it makes our relationship more âofficial.ââ
âOk, well thatâs beside the point. All Iâm saying is I donât see the big deal. Youâre more than welcome to take any of my stuff you like!â
Which is a nice thought except for the fact everything he has at this point just seems like more shit heâs stolen from you
More on his hoodies, he goes absolutely bananas seeing you wear his hoodie
He seriously gets so giddy and feels like his hearts gonna explode
He always smiles all big and wraps his arms around and lifts you into the air - it does not matter how big you are heâs going to do it
âHiiii cutie.â He always says this and then buries his face into the crook of your neck and places sweet kisses there. Then he stands up straight and pulls the hood onto your face and tightens the strings, making it all scrunch up, sadly no he doesnât care if your hair is done or if you wear glasses, he will do it regardless
One time you were a little grumpy with him from playing games with âthe boysâ for too long and neglecting you of some attention, so to apologize he just brought you a hoodie with some of his cologne sprayed on it -i just know he smells great- and put it on you and held you and pressed just so many kisses to your face and said sorry over and over again until you were giggling and gave in
He loves when you sit in his room with him while he plays games on his pc with his buddies definitely a PC gamer cmon
However, he will get more embarrassed than frustrated if you hear Jean teasing him cause heâs lowkey trying hard to impress you akfergirgu
âDâya see that babe? I got first place with the highest kill count and the least amount of respawns đâ
âYeah I did Eren, thatâs awesome buddy.â
Heâd just smile and spin back around in his chair feeling all prideful pls protect him
If you join in teasing him he WILL pout after and you WILL have to make him a grilled cheese as your form of an apology
He will eat it in silence, look at you and try not to smile and just roll over and sigh SO loud
âI guess I can forgive you.â
Please heâs such a brat, but heâs your brat
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heâs such an idiot and I jus wanna hug from him and to wear his stupid hoodies đȘ I hope yâall enjoyed! Feel free to browse my blog or pop into my inbox! Love u cutie
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Can I get the brothers reacting to finding MCs sketchbook and itâs filled with drawings of the demon who picked it up? All of them are masterpieces and some are angsty or sad, others happy, some just them doing mundane things. When confronted, MC just says âOf course I draw you all the time, youâre the most beautiful person Iâve ever seen. Youâre my muse.â Thank you in advance, if itâs too complicated you can skip.
AN: This cute prompt has been sitting in my inbox for far too long. Thanks for sending this in Nonny <3 I love this idea. I tried to keep each scenario short so I could get this done quickly, as youâve waited long enough for it. Tried is the key word here ;u;
Youâre maybe already dating the boys in these? Or very close? Theyâre not explicitly romantic but have some affection. I also didnât make the MC say these exact words, or even anything at all in some of these prompts, but the general feeling is still there. I hope thatâs alright!
Lucifer
You left the book behind when studying together, rushing off to meet up with Mammon after you realised you were late and would hear hell for it. He notices it sometime later, too busy relishing on even the short period of time heâd gotten to spend alone with you in relative peace.
He picks it up and, curious, with no worries that you might not really want him to look through it, he flips it open to the first page. He realises what it is right away, and continues to flip through the pages until he gets to a drawing of him. Its such a perfect represention of the moment that he can recall exactly when you mustâve drawn this.
Youâd come into his room to have a break from all the noise in the rest of the house, and you had laid on your stomach on his bed and worked away at something as he went through paperwork at his desk. Heâd wanted to ask you, at the time, what had you so focused, but he hadnât wanted to ruin the sight.
He continues to flip through the pages, and frowns slightly for every drawing he sees of one of his brothers, but his lips twitch up every time thereâs even a simple doodle of him. He counts, unconsciously, and realises youâve drawn him more than anyone else. Pride swells in his chest, so very familiar and not at the same time.
He hears the tapping at his door and calls out, immediately, for you to come in. He knows that knock, after all, and youâre one of the few members of the house that he wouldnât hear coming down the corridor. He leans against the front of his desk, holding your book open in front of him, not bothering to hide the fact that heâd looked through it.
The particular sketch heâs looking at is one where you mustâve been close - youâve detailed in every long, delicate eyelash, his hair falling in front of his face and his lips slightly parted, only the faintest frown on his face as he focuses hard on his work. He smiles as he tips the book forward, watching as your eyes are drawn to it. To his surprise, you only smile, relieved, raising a hand to your chest.
âThank goodness, I did leave it here after all.â
You walk over and hop up onto his desk, leaning towards him as you try to see which sketch heâs looking at. He slouches a little more to make you comfortable and shows the sketch.
âYouâve drawn me a lot,â he comments.
âOf course. Youâre beautiful, how could I resist?â
He presses a kiss to your temple and rests his head against yours, smiling. He doesnât often like people commenting on his appearance - he was confident enough about it, knew how he looked, but he didnât need to hear about it all the time. Still, from you, it didnât hurt. Especially not if you felt inspired enough by it to draw him.
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[[Other brothers are under the read more]]
Mammon
Mammon had burst into your room and you werenât there. Frustrated by your absence and unsure of when to expect you back, he decides to pick through your stuff. He wasnât going to steal any of it - heâd been called out by Beel about that, before, and whilst heâd denied it at the time he knew it was true. Heâd much rather steal something for you than from you.
The book is open on your desk to a page full of mindless doodles. It piques his curiosity, and he grabs it and sits down, kicking his feet up on top of your desk. It wasnât like you were there to tell him not to, and youâd left without telling him where you were going so he was going to do whatever he wanted until you got back.
He flicks back to the start of the book, and honestly his first thoughts are about how you could easily sell these drawings for a lot of Grimm. Sketches of the Devildom, of flowers and creatures you couldnât find in the human realm, of how the Devildom looked all lit up with the moon overhead, from the highest balcony in the RAD building. Heâs in awe, mouth a faint âoâ shape as he continues to turn page by page.
The first drawing of him makes him freeze up. He was a model, Mammon knew he must be handsome. But heâd never felt it like he did now. In the drawing, heâs sitting on the floor, cushion in his lap as he plays some game on a controller. His expression is somewhere between frustrated and delighted, his hair fluffy and messy because heâd been running his hands through it.
He remembers - youâd been having trouble adapting to the Devildom so he stole- borrowed a console from Levi, but you were too tired to play. He played anyway, hoping that at least watching him would distract you enough, and to convince himself that he was in part doing it for him too and not to entertain some random human.
You walk in and he slams the book shut, but its too late - youâve seen him holding it. You donât seem mad about that, though, and instead glare at how he has his feet up on your desk. He adjusts quickly, fumbling as he tries to put on his confident act, walking over to you as he waves the sketchbook in the air.
âWhatâs this, then? Youâve been drawing me without asking me first?â he asks, teasing lilt falling flat in his voice. His face feels far too warm, as it often does when heâs around you.
âI couldnât help it. Youâre so pretty I just had to.â You shrug, nonchalant. You swipe the book from his hand and sit on your bed, tapping the space beside you. âHow far in did you get?â
Mammon pouts as he goes to sit beside you. âNot far.â As he sits beside you, he grabs your sides and pulls you to lay down, holding the sketchbook open up in the air. Heâs desperate for some attention right now, but he wanted to keep looking at your art. âLetâs look through the rest together.â
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Leviathan
Levi was flustered. Youâd been spending time in his room, and he loved your presence but it took him so long to get used to it each time that you stopped in to hang out with him. Youâd brought the book you always had with you, and were working away on something, laying on your stomach on the floor with a Ruri-chan plushie in one arm.
He fumbles with his controller and sighs as he misses yet another jump in the game he was trying hard to distract himself with. Every time he glances over, he wants to ask what youâre doing, why youâre here with him when you could easily do your work elsewhere or with any of his brothers, if you were really happy to just sit in his presence like this. His voice dies in his throat and his face flushes when he catches sight of you, so he never does get to ask.
Heâd messed up one too many times and was starting to get frustrated when he glanced over and realised you were looking at him, too. Heat floods into his face, and his frustrations die before he can even mumble out his signature âthis is so unfairâ. You smile, going back to your work before dropping your pencil. You wiggle around until youâre sitting, cross-legged, and hold out your sketchbook.
It was a drawing. Youâd been drawing, and youâd been drawing him. Levi leans closer hesitantly, wanting to get a better look at it, trying not to think about how giddy and anxious your proud smile made him feel. He works up the courage to take the book out of your hands and looks over the drawing. It takes a long time before he can say anything, too busy focusing on all the little details - how his face is scrunched up from frustration and concentration, how his headphone cord is coiled around his fingers from when heâd been playing with it and hadnât untangled it fully, how his head was tilted to stop his hair from fully falling in front of his eyes.
âYou... its really good, but, I donât... Iâm not this handsome,â he mumbles, face bright red, and he flinches when you laugh.
âYou are. More-so, actually, but its hard to capture from this distance.â
Levi canât respond, just swallows. You sigh, something fond in it, and walk on your knees until you can fall against his side, cuddling up to the Ruri-chan plushie.
âLook through the other drawings. I only draw what I find beautiful. Thatâs why I drew you.â
His smile is faint, but its enough. Heâs hearing your words, even if theyâre hard to process for him. He relaxes and flips back to the front page, ready to look at the rest of your work with you.
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Satan
Books were commonplace in his room. They were part of the furniture - quite literally, as they were piled up everywhere, even on top of his bed, although heâd made an effort to stop putting them there so long as you were spending time with him, so that you had somewhere comfortable to sit or lay whilst you were reading.
And yet, he always noticed when one was out of place, or when a new book had joined his collection without his knowing. Sometimes this happened because his brothers had found something interesting but werenât willing to say aloud that it had reminded them of him, or that they bought it because he might enjoy it, so theyâd simply popped into his room and added it to a stack. It was normal at this point.
Thatâs why he didnât question it when there was a new book left on his bed, and when he didnât hesitate to lay down and open it up, curious as to what story one of his brothers had left for him this time. Instead, heâs met with drawings. Amazing drawings of the Devildom, of his brothers... and of him.
There are notes, as well, few and far between, that allow him to place this as being your book. He knew that scrawl. He felt guilty to look through your sketchbook without your permission, but now that heâd already opened it, he was too curious to leave it be. Heâd be honest about it later and deal with the consequences then, or joke about how youâd been drawing him without his permission so you were equal now.
The drawings were beautiful, more detailed that heâd seen for casual doodles left in a book without being shown to the subjects in them. He takes his time to look over each page carefully, each drawing filling his heart with something foreign, sweet and sticky like berry pie. He spends extra time focusing on each drawing of himself, wonders how and why youâd made him look so soft. It was hard for him to get portraits done as his presence could invoke anger in others and leave harsh and angry lines and brush strokes on the canvas, but clearly he didnât have that same influence on you - instead, each drawing of him was more delicate than any of the others, like youâd put more effort in.
Satan returns it to you later, a smile on his face. He does apologise immediately, for looking at the drawings without your permission.
âIts alright. Iâm just glad you found it for me.â Youâre completely cheery, not bothered at all, and Satan sighs in relief.
âYouâve drawn me quite a lot,â he notes.
âWell obviously. I spend the most time with you,â you say, smiling when you catch the faint pout he covers up. That wasnât what he had expected or wanted you to say, clearly. Nor was it all you had to say on the matter. âAlso, youâre very beautiful. I wanted to try and capture that and keep a little for myself.â
He smiles now, content, and pats you on the head. âIf you want me around, you only have to ask.â
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Asmodeus
Youâd been working away at something as he picked out an outfit and fixed his hair, and heâd been dying to ask but he just needed to adjust a few more strands first - you were going out to Majolish together and he wanted to look perfect. He always did, of course, but when the two of you were going out together he put in even more effort than usual.
When he finally finishes, he jumps up out of his chair and rushes over to you.
âHow do I look?â he asks, beaming, full of confidence as always.
âFabulous,â you say, reaching out to readjust a few strands of hair that had fallen out of place from his quick movements. He sits down on his bed beside you and pulls you up until youâre sitting beside him, hugging you around your waist.
âWhat were you doing whilst you were waiting? You looked so focused, it was adorable~â Asmo chirps, looking pointedly at the sketchbook. His eyes widen in genuine surprise. âWait, is that me?â
You nod, lifting your sketchbook up so that the two of you could see it properly. Youâd been drawing him, just little sketches as he flitted about the room doing this and that to get ready. You couldnât have spent long on each one, and yet they captured him perfectly. He looked elegant in each, determined and beautiful.
You flicked back to the previous page before he could comment, and Asmoâs breath caught in his throat. This drawing was him, it was so brilliant an example of everything that he was. He was looking at you and smiling, and youâd captured the love and admiration in his eyes so perfectly he wondered if this was somehow a photograph.
Asmo tears up and hugs you tighter, burying his face against your neck. You can feel him smile wide against your skin. He stays like that for only a moment before his excitement bubbles up to the surface and he litters your cheek, nose, and forehead with feather-light kisses. Heâd do anything for the one who saw him as he was.
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Beelzebub
Beel had a pretty normal schedule for each day - heâd exercise, go to school, spend time with you and Belphie or his other brothers if they were around and alright with it, and of course, heâd eat quite a lot. You had a good idea of where heâd be throughout the day, and when you had the time for it, youâd accompany him so he wasnât alone. Whether that meant sitting on the counter as he dug through the fridge, or laying on the sofa with your head in his lap and your feet in Belphieâs, you just liked to spend time with him.
And, a lot of the time, he noticed you had this little book with you. Heâd caught you glancing at him many times, but didnât think anything of it. He glanced at you a lot, too, so maybe it was only to be expected. Heâd gotten used to the butterflies in his stomach when you two randomly linked eyes and you grinned, twirling your pencil around in your hand.
A lot of your time was spent together in relative silence, as well, and he was accustomed to hearing your pencil scratch against the paper. But he never asked what you were doing, because if you wanted to tell him you would. He trusted you to do that. And his trust paid off, when you were both watching a show together.
He notices early on that you're paying more attention to him than the screen, and when the episode finishes you tap him gently on the shoulder before stretching out your wrists. He looks to you, tilting his head in curiosity until you hold the book open in front of him.
It was a drawing of him, focused on the screen, odd lighting casting shadows against his form. He had something in his hand, some sort of food, but youâd put more attention into actually drawing him. So much attention that he was sure no matter how long he looked, there would always be something more to notice.
âIts me?â he asks, unsure lilt in his voice. He looks bashful, like heâs done something wrong. âWhy?â
You stretch out your arms again, thinking, and finally answer, âBecause you looked beautiful, and I wanted to draw you?â
It was neither easy nor hard to make Beel blush, and most of the time it just seemed to happen. You hadnât caught onto the pattern yet, hadnât been able to perfect it so that you could make it happen whenever you wanted. But you smile in silent victory now as his ears and cheeks flush a reddish pink, pairing nicely with his wide eyes.
His surprise gives way to a smile, and he leans over to wrap his arms around you, holding you close. All he can manage is a thank you, but with that you know how much he appreciates it, how much he appreciates you.
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Belphegor
Belphie would often drag you off to the attic, and whilst he enjoyed the times where you would curl up in his arms and nap with him until you absolutely had to get up, he knew he couldnât expect that of you constantly. You were still human, and you could only sleep so much before you had to get up to stretch or eat or just do something else to occupy your mind.
Youâd built up a habit together, now, where if you wanted to get up youâd tap his arm twice and heâd reluctantly let you go. Heâd stay awake if you left the room, just enough so that heâd be able to tell when you returned. If you didnât, heâd have to go seek you out again by himself to drag you back with him and absolutely not just to make sure you were okay. If you did return, heâd go back to sleep and let you do what you wanted, opening his arms up if you tapped on them again to crawl back into his grip. It was peaceful, and though he never said it aloud, he loved it.
Often times, when he did wake up, youâd be sitting nearby in a little bundle of pillows and blankets that youâd made with a book and pencil in hand. You were quick to notice when he woke up, so Belphie could never just watch you to figure out what you were doing, which frustrated him to no end but at the same time it was nice to be known. Still, he was determined to figure it out.
His determination is unnecessary, because one day he wakes up and youâre looking straight at him, smiling contentedly. He woke up too fast, then, heart pounding as he tried to remember that expression. Did you admire him so much to look at him like that, even when he was just sleeping?
âYouâre awake,â you say, voice light and cheery.
âAnd you were watching me sleep, as always,â Belphie scoffs, pulling the blanket up over his face to cover up his blush. âWhatâs new?â
You pout and stick out your tongue at him, and he lowers the blanket enough to return the gesture. It was hard to remember just how old he was when he acted like that.
âWith good reason,â you tell him. He raises an eyebrow, and you smile and hold out your sketchbook. He takes it immediately, trying to act nonchalant as he opens it up and flicks through the pages. You barely catch how his eyes widen, how his breath catches and he slows down, taking in each drawing carefully.
âThere are... a lot of drawings, of me sleeping,â Belphie says, swallowing, raising the book enough to try to cover his smile. Too late, you think. Youâd caught him.
âYou look cute like that. Plus, its the only time you sit still enough for me to draw you.â
âOr youâre just that obsessed with me. Weirdo.â He closes the book and hands it back to you, sitting up to stretch. He keeps his eyes on you, notices when you frown the tiniest bit. Was his teasing too much?
He sighs and slides out of bed, sitting in your pile beside you. He leans against you, like a cat looking for attention without wanting to admit it, and takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers.
âThanks, MC.â
#surprise request! i felt like writing and it just all kind of flowed out with this one#Anonymous#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#my headcanons#my writings#fluff#i had a lot of fun writing this ashdashj even tho i only did bc i couldnt sleep ;u;
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