#artist x singer

[islxms]

˗ˏˋ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ˎˊ˗ 💭. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖

pairings - singer!kenjikishimoto x fem!reader

summary - You were painting in your studio, as you often did in your free time, indulging in a passion you had never shared with your boyfriend, Kenji Kishimoto. There wasn't any particular reason for keeping it a secret; it was simply something you chose not to discuss with him. You assumed Kenji was in his studio, working on a new song as he often did around that hour. But then, just as you were losing yourself in the rhythm of your strokes, you heard the door creak open. Kenji.

warnings - light smut.

words count - 1.3k ˎˊ˗

˚₊‧꒰ა letter 📜໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - I decided to switch to Tumblr because I prefer writing short stories instead of struggling to find inspiration to finish a book that I once started. Hope you enjoy this story! Should I make another one? A part 2?

I walked into my studio—the place I treasured most. Painting and drawing have been my passions since I was just a kid, offering me a creative escape and a sense of fulfillment. The studio was my sanctuary, a space where I could immerse myself in my art and express my innermost thoughts and emotions. Today was no different. Kenji was working in his studio on a new song, which he didn't tell me much about, but I know once he gets back home, it will be the topic of the night. He always loved sharing his interests as much as watching Tangled over and over again—never understood the reason for his weird obsession with it. But since I love him and I love being around him, I don't mind spending hours sitting and cuddling with each other while watching his favorite Disney movie.

As for me, I wasn't much of a talker or an extroverted person. I loved being alone in quiet and calm places, enjoying the comfort of my surroundings—just me and the world and no one else. But since Kenji got into my life, everything changed. I couldn't stay alone in a room for more than ten minutes without thinking about or wanting him. Except in my studio, where I painted all my feelings, worries, everything. Including Kenji, even though he wasn't aware of it. None of this. Not that I didn't want him to know about it or that I was embarrassed by it, it was just a topic I hadn't discussed or talked about.

I got my blank canvas and positioned it on the easel. As I prepared my paints and brushes, I felt the familiar excitement bubbling up inside me. The scent of oil paints and the soft hum of classical music filled the room, creating the perfect atmosphere for creativity. I started to lose myself in the rhythm of painting, each stroke bringing my vision to life.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to see Kenji standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. "I thought you were working on a new song," I stammered, caught off guard by his unexpected presence.

Kenji smiled, stepping into the room. "I finished early," he said, his gaze shifting to the painting I was working on. "I didn't know you painted, Sunshine," he smirked.

"Uh, I-I..." Gosh, I sounded so pathetic. "Well, now you do," I said, trying to muster a confident smile.

His smirk only grew bigger as he leaned closer to me, before kissing me slowly and gently. "Had to get my daily kiss," he murmured against my lips, "couldn't continue living without it, Sunshine."

I felt my cheeks flush as I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "You’re impossible," I laughed.

Kenji grinned. "And yet, you love me anyway."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Yeah, I do."

He glanced back at the canvas. "So, are you going to show me how you paint, Rapunzel?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Rapunzel, huh? I see where you’re going with this."

Kenji grinned. "Well, you do have that whole artist-in-a-tower vibe going on. Plus you're blonde. So, what do you say? Teach me your ways?"

"Alright," I said, smiling. "But don't expect any miracles."

He moved closer to the easel, watching intently as I picked up a brush and dipped it into the paint. We spent the next hour together, laughing and painting, with Kenji's curiosity and enthusiasm proving to be infectious. His presence added a new, joyful dimension to the creative process.

As the session came to an end, Kenji stepped back to admire his own work—a colorful, abstract piece that was uniquely his. He grinned at me and said, "I've seen worse." With a playful glint in his eye, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "Excuse me?! Is that how you treat the art that your beloved, gorgeous, funny, breathtaking—"

I cut him off with a laugh, "I don't want to hear your big ego."

Kenji chuckled, his smile widening as he looked at me. "Alright, alright," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I'll save the compliments for later, Sunshine. Talking about art, I want to see some of your work, Princess."

There was no way I'll show him my work, especially since 90% of it is sketches of him.

"Please, Sunshine," he persisted, faking a pout and making those irresistible puppy-dog eyes.

I hesitated, feeling my cheeks flush slightly. "You know, it's not really finished," I said, trying to deflect.

Kenji raised an eyebrow, his expression playful but determined. "Come on, just a glimpse. I promise I won't judge. Besides, I’m really curious to see what you’ve been working on."

Reluctantly, I sighed and walked over to the corner of the studio where I kept my sketches, all of which were of him. I pulled out a few pieces, trying to avoid eye contact as I handed them to him. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Kenji's eyes lit up as he examined the sketches. He traced the delicate lines and shading with admiration, his gaze moving from one sketch to the next. "These are incredible," he said breathless. "I had no idea you were so talented. And wow, you’ve captured me in such a unique way."

I watched his reaction, a mix of nervousness and anticipation fluttering in my chest. His appreciation was more than I had hoped for. "I’m glad you like them," I said softly.

Kenji looked up at me, his eyes radiating a tenderness and warmth that made my heart flutter. "You should share more of this side of yourself with me," he said softly. "I love seeing how you perceive the world—and how you see me. Especially me."

"Is that all you think about? Just yourself?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes with a hint of irritation.

"No, princess," he said smoothly, standing up and extending his hand towards me. "It's you."

I took his hand, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a response, but I was utterly speechless. His words had left me at a loss.

"Now, I didn’t get off work early for nothing," he smirked, pulling me closer. His lips were mere inches from mine, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.

As he drew me chest to chest with him, our lips met in a kiss that was both intense and electrifying. The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in the passion of the moment.

One of his hands slid down my thigh, guiding it to his waist as the kiss deepened. The pressure of his body against mine was exhilarating, every movement fluid and passionate as our kiss grew more intense. His fingers explored the curve of my leg, pulling me even closer, and I could feel the heat radiating between us.

Gradually, his lips left mine and traveled to my neck, planting soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin. Each touch of his lips sent waves of warmth and pleasure through me, heightening the already intense connection we shared. His breath was warm against my skin, and the gentle caress of his lips made my heart race.

As he continued to kiss my neck, his hands roamed up to cradle my face, guiding it gently to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a fiery intensity, a reflection of the passion that had ignited between us.

We both pulled away to catch our breath, from the intense moment. "Are you going to draw this too?" He asked casually, with his usual and teasing smirk.

"Go fuck yourself, Kenji Kishimoto." I reply between gaspes.

"I have a better idea, Sunshine."

[2-dsimp]

How would lynx react if I tied him up and teased him by wearing something he likes or just being an teasing asshole to him

Lynx the Harpy Would hate it.

The Singer refuses to be on the receiving end of being tied up under any circumstances. He’s a free birdy and he plans on keeping it that way. Would be extremely fussy and complain a lot should you attempt at tying him up. He’d also demand a lot of compensation for going through such a traumatizing experience.

[cheesuschristman]

one listens to chappell roan and the other listens to lemon demon

[lovelyfawnxx]

@azrielappreciationweek | scarred

it’s never a bad time to stop and smell the flowers 💜

in collaboration with itsartbybea for #artistsforvalencia we bring this adorable, more lighthearted piece for az week! i’m very grateful for the opportunity to try and help the in the situation in spain and grateful for this chance to work with bea, she’s an absolute sweetheart and i appreciate this opportunity 🫶

likes, comments and shares appreciated!

please do not repost 💜

[crashin2you]

[safelia]

*Sirius is a singer who's dating his back dancer but no one knows it (or yes?)*

Remus: Do you think we can behave like that on the scene?

Sirius: I don't care. We're just enjoying the show.

Okay, i could draw it better but faces are still challenge for me... Maybe i should more practice...

But, anyway, i like it😹 (P.S.: I'm still learning how to draw digitally ����🤍)

Look at his eyes 😩

He's so in love... (Hearts in his eyes: yeah? how did you find out?)

[inafieldofdaisies]

[wyldestyle]

I HAVE COMMISSIONS OPEN!!

You can contact me on Instagram (@wyldestyl3) or Discord (@.magzclawz) if interested!!

[skai-lly2]

KAITOKAITOKAITOKAITOOOOO

KAITO ITS IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER WHY ARE YOU EATING ICECREAM

[floating-space-jellyfish]

Hello, sorry I haven’t posted much, I’m currently finished up college.

I don’t really have any finished stuff, but here’s mafia related sketches I’ve made that I haven’t posted (plus a sketch for a finished piece and oc/canon)

[2-dsimp]

Are you still doing scenarios? If so, can I suggest a yandere celebrity with a reader that's a fan of theirs?

Maybe The yandere is a singer in a famous band that sees the reader as his 'muse'.

【meet the Harpy pt1!】

【Y/N】 Being happy to be at their favorite rock band concert and is Vibing in the front row crowd

《Harpyboi》 Searching like a madman for any trace of his muse within the crowd.

《He spots you.》

《Harpyboi》 ‘OMG they’re wearing my courting gift. They want me! They need me..!’

‘T h e y l o v e m e . . .’

《Harpyboi》 Who immediately rips the backstage pass from his managers hands after the show. And kidnaps you to his private nesting spot where y’all could have your own private “meet and greet session”.

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TBC

I don’t got a name for the harpy boi sooo I’m gonna ask y’all for some suggestions using any of these letters below (>^ω^<)

→ HLPSUVWX

[zipporahaura]

“I’ll save the world and you’ll be behind me the whole way.

I’ll break the world and I’ll beg you to stay”

A Solas x Lavellan romance song. Available on my Spotify and more <3

[tongues--and--teeth]

Rip Shining Glitter you would love Chappell Roan

[j0nerinoo]

he's right

[fritz-on-a-blitz]

Messing with paint brushes pt 2

'Portrait of Madame X', John Singer Sargent (1883-1884)

Also painted the very very scandalous strap the scandalous way it was supposed to stay. I mean that's how it was painted originally ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

✨ Commissions open! ✨

[inafieldofdaisies]