#if I knew an artist that wanted to go in on it with me I would totally write the children's book Life with Bug

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello dear author, hope your day is going well. This is my first time requesting, so please bear with me. I was wondering if you can perhaps write about bob with a reader who likes to paint/draw. It can be like general headcanons or an actual fic where the reader likes to draw him because she likes him but is scared of rejection so she resorts to admiring from afar, until he comes across an opened sketchbook and he can’t help but glance at it and freezes when he sees himself and a whole lot of fluffy cuteness ensues. Sorry if it’s too specific, you can do whatever you want with this. I love your writing and hope you have a nice rest of your day :D

Art was a talent you had honed out when your mind got too loud, you drew or painted things or people that brought you joy or you felt a companionship with, which was why your walls were littlered in skteches of cute puppies and kittens along with drawings of your fellow teammates: John on his phone, Yelena with Fanny and her guinea pig Houdini, Ava phasing through a wall, Alexei and his 'Avengerz' outfit in responce to Sam's copyright claim.

but the one person you seemingly skteched the most was Bob Reynolds, the man you seemingly felt the need to capture every single movement as though you'll never see him read a book, wash the dishes or just do domestic tasks within the Watchtower. He was at peace when doing all these things, his brow wasn't furrowed, his bottom lip wasn't bitten to death, his hands weren't raw from his wringing of them.

you even drew his messy mop of hair as it falls infront of his eyes, his small smiles as he watched the rest of your team squable over who's turn it was for movie night. You even drew his interactions with the stray kittens and alleyway dogs that he often feed and kept hydrated whenever they were at the doorstep of the Watchtower. His heart was kind and knew no end of it either as no matter what Bob was presented with, he was gentle and kind with it.

He was so beautiful that you feared that you could only ever view such a beauty like him from afar, he was a sacred treasure that should be seen but never touched. You couldn't help yourself when you fell for him, he was light and warmth within invinsible but very human skin, he was like a gentle breeze that ruffled your clothes and the tops of trees, the birdsong that woke you up every morning with his sweet voice greeting you as you walked into the kitchen only to see him there with two mugs already prepared.

He had remembered how you took your drink, how you like your sandwhitches cut and which bowl you prefered to eat ceral out of. It seemed as though his mind was a massive memory bank of small things that he had taken notice about everyone and kept it within himself to honour those small thing he noticed about everyone on the team.

so you dedicated an entire sketchbook to him, every single last page was filled to the brim with him falling asleep in his book nook chair, him sat at the very end of the sofa during movie nights, hands on his lap as though he didn't want to intrude on anyone else's personal space amongst many more. Bob was and is your muse who you could never stop drawing and or painting as you felt it would be a dishonour to him for he was the man who should have sketches and stories made about him.

at least you thought so but you were someone that saw through the eyes of an artist and Bob oh so happened to be the apple of your eye. It was as though your heart was telling you to immortalise this man however you could and make him look the most beautiful man in existance, which you thought was impossible inicially as in your eyes Bob was already the most beautiful man you've ever met.

if anything Bob ruined all men for you for they could never compare to a man who only wanted to be more, to be useful in whatever way he could. They could never compare to a man who's smile warmed you immeditely, who's voice brought a sense of calm to your mind and who's presence was enough to reassure you that everything was okay.

The man was made to have art of him drawn even he might not think so, you couldn't confess your feelings to him in fear of putting him in an situation he wasn't ready for, and instead channel your feelings for Bob by drawing him as the man you saw daily; a gentle man who had immense strength that could easily crush anything with ease, yet he chose to be soft with everyone and everything. He would carfeully dog ear his books, put away the plates, cups and bowls with such cautiousness as though he feared the sound of ceraminc would disturb everyone in the tower.

you felt as though you could easily describe Bob within a few sentences or less, yet also feel as though that those very same sentences wouldn't do much justice for the man he actually was, he was everything you wish you could have and everything you knew you might never have as your feelings might not be reciprocated and you didn't want to disctract him when he was getting himself back on track.

so you kept silence and kept your heart drawn out on the pages of your sketchbook when your feelings became stronger, finding the blonde that lingered at the ends of Bob's hair just as beautiful as the rest of him as they glowed like gold in the light. Even when he fiddles with it between his fingers it looked like he was toying with strands of gold, looking at them with indifference and a sence of regret. You wish you could tell him how you saw him, but felt as though you were overstepping a line somehow, so once again you remained silent.

You thought you had concealed your feelings well enough with your drawings, yet when you went out of the room to grab something to eat and drink after realising how long you've went without. Yet what you didn't know was that Bob had come to your room to do just that, having noticed your absense for a good majority of the day and having grown concerned when he remembered just how little you had to eat since this morning.

you both missed each other by at least a millisecond, like two shooting stars with totally different locations to be, barely getting to see one another by anything other then a short lived glance.

By the time Bob got to your room it was clear to him that he had missed you somewhere, but something told him to still go into your room as he gazed at the sketches, drawings and paintings that littered your walls, giving your room life and an insight to your creativity as he admired each one of your works, wishing he could have as much talent as you did.

there were sketches of john, Ava, Alexei, Yelena doing their own thing but what caught Bob's attention the most was the sketchbook that lied upon your bed, open to an unfinshed sketch of...him? Bob didn't mean to pry into your personal belongings but he didn't think he was worth being drawn, being immortalised by your hands and the closer he got to the book, the feeling of becoming breathless worsened within his chest as he got to glimpse at what you saw when you looked at him.

there were sketches of him reading in his book nook, caring for the strays that came to the tower, just Bob doing Bob things but the way you made him seem ehtreal, like there was no possible way that he could exist in a life so shitty. you made him look at peace, at calm and so normal, you made him with the intention of drawing him as just Bob, not sentry nor void but just bob and only bob.

Bob wondered how long you've been drawing him for to know about the whole feeding the strays thing, but the further he looked into the book, the anwser became clearer, you've always known as there were drawings for when after the void inncident months ago, his hair blonde in some parts but mainly his natural brown nonetheless. you made a man like him look like both a god and yet have the manerisms of a simple man, you made him look as though he held all the light in existance within his very being.

You made him look nothing like who he saw himself as, nothing like the person he despised when looking in the mirror every day, you made him look like someone who was proud and happy to get to be alive and to be the embodiment of something he never really thought of himself as. It made Bob wonder if this is truly how you saw him, seeing as he always second guessed himself and lacking confidence in some aspects of life, so seeing someone like you view him the way you did through an artists standpoint as though you couldn’t stop drawing him no matter what he did, as if you would rather waste every single bit of paper drawing him in his baggy sweater and lounge pants a million times over then ever leave it empty.

You’d rather have a filled sketchbook of him then an empty and devoid of life one, always feeling the need to keep reminding yourself that he existed and he was seeing joy the perfect muse for you, seeing as there were more sketches of him then the rest of the team combined and that was enough to have his cheeks flushed and his heart rate a little elevated. Bob might not see himself the way you do just yet but by god he hopes he does because the way you see him makes him feel beautiful, seen and heard in a multitude of ways.

He had read how people wished they were the muse to an artist as it meant being immortalised by them, to be seen in a light that they never could, and Bob didn’t know he needed the same thing until he saw your drawings of him taking care of Fanny and Houdini when Yelena was off on a mission, putting away dishes, bowls and cutlery, or even when he had found himself fighting sleep with the way you’ve captured him teetering between sleep and staying awake. Bob now understood why being seeing as a muse, seen by an artist was something so heavily desired because now he got to be the muse, he got to have what others always wanted and he genuinely didn’t want you to stop even if his emote body felt like it was on fire but in the best way, the only way he ever wanted.

He felt wanted, he felt needed and most of all he felt loved by every single sketch you’ve drew of him.

He alters thought you didn’t like him like that, at least not that he could tell seeing as you were seemingly always drawing whenever he was near, now he knew that wasn’t true. For even if he was just simply standing there you’d draw him with the light shining his body in a way that he would’ve never taken notice to before, you’d draw him with a halo and angel wings for all he cared and still he’d felt like his heart was somehow getting even faster then before as his hands eagerly flipped to the next sketch of him as the dark thoughts within his head dissipated.

If you saw him like this then you must like him, there’s no other explanation to it, but Bob didn’t want to pressure you into confessing nor did he want to admit that he went through your things without permission, yet he couldn’t help the way the sketchbook called to him into having a nosy, into having a look until he was practically absorbing everything the sketchbook had to offer. Bob had a little book of his own that he wrote things in, whether it’d be his thoughts or how his day went or his general views on the likes of Yelena -whom he saw as a surrogate sister- Ava, John and Alexei. Yet when it came to you Bob could write paragraph after paragraph of words and still feel like it wasn’t enough to describe you and how you made him feel.

So looking at your sketches made him realise there was a common ground between the two of you, both indulgence in the art of expression through different mediums, both having a good chunk of a book dedicated to the other as if you’ll die if you stopped, destined to only ever keep the other on your mind and no body else. Bob didn’t think his writing was all that good, most of it was how he felt during that time so there was scribbles and rushed writing that looked unintelligible, almost as if he was on a time limit but in reality he was unable to properly write down or formulate coherent sentences whenever you were the subject. He couldn’t help it and from the looks of your sketchbook you couldn’t help it either.

So when Bob heard that you were heading back to your room, he was quick to put the sketchbook where he found it and leave as quickly as he could in hopes of preventing you from getting skeptical that someone had rummaged through your room, looking through your things like a lovesick puppy wanting to know if his crush felt the same or not. He would find the strength to tell you one day but it was clear that wasn’t today.

When you got back to your room, you knew something was amiss for your sketchbook looked about as though it was hastily put back in place, like whoever or whatever was in here didn’t want you to know about their escapades.

And not only that but one of your sketches of Bob was taken, the sketch where you had drew him when the light from the massive glass windows hit his back, making him take your breath away upon gazing at him never less looking at him fully.

You knew you would soon find out who did it, because you didn’t know what you’d do if you were to find out that it might’ve been bob, even though you highly didn’t think he’d ever do such a thing as he was respectful and didn’t cross any boundaries much as he didn’t want anyone to cross his. You’ll get your answer soon enough, even if it means interrogating the group to find out who had taken your sketch.

Meanwhile Bob in his room was staring at the aforementioned sketch, holding it to his chest as a weight lifted from his chest, glad to know that the person who he liked liked him just as much back, but he knew you’d knew soon enough and come looking but he wasn’t exactly going to hide. No. He wasn’t going to as he was going to wait until you figured it out that it was indeed him who took the sketch and finally get what he’s been wanting to say off of his chest once and for all.

[withnailrules]

Björk by Laura Levine, 1991, Woodstock "I'm often asked if I have a favorite photo and I can say without hesitation that it's this one right here. All of the elements combined to make it one of my favorite moments as a photographer, and it happened purely by chance. I met Björk the night before when she invited herself along and joined some friends and me for a late night pool game up in Woodstock. At the time she was upstate recording with the Sugarcubes. I was already a fan, and had always wanted to photograph her, and when I asked her if I could she said sure. Just like that. We'd been talking all night, she trusted me, and I guess that was all she needed to go on.

The next day I picked her up and brought her to my friend Ben's house, who helped out as my assistant for the shoot. I knew he had a lovely forest glade behind his house and I thought the setting fit in nicely with her freespiritedness. As happens often in shoots I've done (don't ask me why), she gradually began to to shed her clothes. I picked out a couple of oversized leaves (a la Eve in the Garden of Eden) and she stepped onto a large boulder. At that moment it started to drizzle, she stood on tippy-toe and opened her mouth to catch a raindrop on her tongue. Click.

Having spent a long time talking with her the night before I felt this image really captured her essence - a woodland sprite, a free spirit, playful, earthy, and open. (Some other reasons why this is a favorite? No makeup artists, no stylists, no trendy fashions, no managers, no publicists, no record label politics, no artificial lighting, no gimmicks, no self-conciousness. Just natural light, some foliage, and Björk)"

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park.

044. be yours. (written portion)

“What’s the ETA for the others?” Wonbin asks you distractedly, turning into the parking lot of the release party’s nice venue.

You grab his phone to check, noticing all of your friends already at the location you’re now pulling into. 

“Looks like we’re the latest.” You say with amusement.

“Oh so now they want to be timely, huh?” 

You laugh, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he focuses on reversing into a spot. “You’re just mad because I didn’t let you delay us any further at mine. You can’t be late to your own party, you know.” 

Bin playfully rolls his eyes. 

“Well, I’ll have my way with you later then,” He pecks your lips after parking, eyes full of love, “Ready?”

“Yes, let’s do it.” 

You both exit the car, heading into the function. There’s a person to take your jacket at the door, and then Wonbin leads you in with a gentle hand on your waist. You’re looking around, searching for a familiar face and becoming nervous with the amount of influential people in the room. 

Of course, you knew Wonbin working for a very successful music label would warrant this type of crowd. It didn’t ease your anxieties about not fitting in as his plus-one though. 

Your boyfriend is quite well-known and is congratulated on his work as he revolves around the room, kindly introducing you to many people you’ve already forgotten the name of. You can’t make eye contact with artists you actually recognize, knowing the stress of being caught like a weirdo gawking would make your worries worse. 

After a small pause in chatting to people, Bin catches your eyes, stilling you. “What’s wrong, baby? Nervous?”

“A little. I just feel like I don’t fit in here.” You breathe out, still scanning the room. 

He pinches your chin, a small smile on his lips. “Love, you are perfect just the way you are. And you look beautiful, don’t worry about anything.” 

You nod, making an effort to believe him before your lips tucking into your mouth, gaze catching on someone over Wonbin’s shoulder. Your head immediately turns in surprise, mouth dropping with eyes wide. 

“Bin… you did not tell me Jay would be here.”

Wonbin makes a similar face to you, catching your ex across the room when he subtly turns. “Well… shit. I shouldn’t be surprised. Any producer with good connections would be here right now.” 

“Yikes…” You whisper, avoiding eye contact with him, “This is awkward, him seeing us here together. Especially after my last run-in with him.” 

Bin grins down at you, humor spreading on his expression. “Not any more awkward than my ex about to approach us.” 

“What?” You seethe out, about to whip around but Bin holds your elbow still. 

“Congratulations, Binnie,” Yujin slides in slyly, raising a glass of champagne with a saccharine voice. 

Wonbin belatedly reacts, choosing not to clink his nursing glass to hers, “To you as well.” 

She hums at his short response, her eyes going over to his arm over your form. “YN! Surprised to see you again! You look beautiful.” 

Internally, you’re bubbling with spite at the back-handed comment but know putting on an unbothered face is better for the situation. Wonbin opens his mouth to interrupt and put her in her place but you just grip his arm tighter to stop him.

“You look gorgeous as well.” 

“Thanks! There’s lots of friends and family around. A bunch of cool artists too. Let me know if you want me to introduce you to anyone.” 

You only nod, hopefully this woman would get the hint you don’t fuck with her. Yujin continues to hold Wonbin capture in conversation, promptly ignoring you. You would continue to be bothered by it but you notice Jurin and Anton’s figures from across the room. 

You thank the higher powers above, excusing yourself with Wonbin reluctantly letting his hold on you go when you gesture to them across the room. His subtle face of being betrayed and left alone makes you laugh a little as you walk away, knowing he’d be whining about it later. 

You’re grateful for the reprieve, taking a deep breath to grab another flute of champagne. Jurin and Anton give hugs in greeting, gesturing grandly behind them at the big table of appetizers. 

“Oh thank goodness there’s food. I need to stress eat.” You giggle, beginning to make a small plate for yourself. 

“You’re not alone. Hannie’s stuffing his face in the corner.” Tonie points to your mutual friend, doing said thing while conversing with someone. 

“What’s he to be worried about? I’m stressed because I just met Ravyn Lenae. He’s practically rubbing shoulders with celebrities on a daily basis.” “You’re dramatic,” Jurin rolls her eyes, “It’s because he spotted Gaeul here as Yujin’s plus one. He’s more eating away his angry words.” 

“Oh, don’t remind me,” You shove a cracker in your mouth, “I just abandoned Binnie in Yujin’s company. I can’t stand her fake politeness, knowing she’s tried to get back with him whilst knowing my existence.” 

“Are you going to say anything to her? Heard she’s been flirting with your man.” Tonie teasingly sings, bumping your shoulder. 

“No, why would I? If he was that easy to steal, she could go ahead. Besides, I’m pretty confident Wonbin despises her more than I do at this point.” 

You lead their gaze to your boyfriend afar, his expression bordering on full annoyance. 

“Way for the tides to change. I don’t know why I ever told that girl Wonbin was single.” Jurin murmurs, taking a big sip of her drink. 

“You could say the same about Gaeul and Hannie,” Tonie mumbles, “Speaking of, who did our charming boy come with?”

Instantly, a smug smile grows on you and Jurin’s faces, contributing to Anton’s confusion. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get a kick out of this.” You laugh.

As if on cue, Sohee appears exiting a hallway from the bathroom. Your co-worker is dressed impeccably, seeing as you’ve never seen your friend attend an occasion in a suit. He approaches his date, throwing an arm over Seunghan’s shoulder with a silly smile and a whisper in his friend’s ear. 

The two are clearly here for a little prank, teasing Gaeul by the bar who keeps looking over to the two, a mix of bewilderment and shock written in her body language. 

Anton is cracking up, almost spilling his drink all over the floor. You and Jurin join in when Sohee and Hannie purposefully kiss each other’s cheek to really sell this whole joke of them being together. Anyone that knows them well enough can read through all this to see Sohee is hating every second under his breath.

“And I thought Channie was the worst when committing to bits. This is another level.” Jurin sighs out, holding her stomach from laughing too much. 

“I think they should kiss on the lips to really sell it.” You smirk, hiding your expression behind your flute of champagne. 

Sohee finally notices your arrival, quickly tugging Seunghan up from his seat and bidding goodbye to their company. 

“Surprise, surprise.” Sohee sings, dapping up Tonie.

“He is way too giddy to be here right now.” Hannie mumbles, shaking his head. 

Jurin tugs on Hannie’s arm to toss it over Sohee’s shoulder, “C’mon boys! Really give off boyfriend vibes right now.” “I was just saying earlier, I think you two need to kiss to sell it.” You squint at the two, shoving at Sohee. 

Hannie purses his lips, about to lean in but the latter panics, jerking away like he’s about to touch fire. 

“Too much, man! God, the things I do to get a glimpse at PinkPantheress…”

“Aw, you’re not just here for me? I’m hurt…” Hannie pouts in joking.

“Did you see a while back that Channie tagged Yujin and Gaeul on one of your dumbass tweets?” Tonie mentions with humor. 

Hannie only shrugs, clearly unbothered. “Meh. On the topic of exes, I saw He Who Must Not Be Named wandering around earlier.” 

“Ah, Jay?” Jurin raises a perfect brow at, “Is that why he’s floating around us like Casper the Ghost?” 

You finally notice his presence, lost as to what his deal was. At your observance, he finally comes over.

“Having a good time, everyone?” He asks politely, everyone putting on a nice expression at his bravery to walk over. 

Multiple of you reply with meek responses, Jay and Seunghan starting to converse about their work. Sneaking up, Sion scares Jurin from behind, forcing the latter to slap him on instinct. 

“Where have you been?” Tonie urgently whispers. You’re lost as to why he’s so concerned and it shows his face.

“ He’s my plus one. Juria rejected the poor guy. Sion answers your silent question, promptly ignoring his best friend’s question. 

“I did not get rejected. She said no because we’re not together and that it would’ve been weird if I brought her along.”

“Oh really?” Sion purses his lips, “That’s news to me! What have you two hooligans been doing anyway? Lollygagging about, toeing between the lines of dating and not?” 

“You’re insufferable. Leave the two alone.” You muse, heavily entertained at Sion’s confrontation while you lean on his shoulder.

“What? Aren’t you curious too?” Sion peeks down at you, “These two will give me an aneurysm by age 30.” 

“Mind your own business. Besides, I’d wait for a millenia for her if need be.” Anton shrugs, his true feelings reflecting through with the big grin on his cheeks.

“Impossible to mind my business given the nature of this friend group. And by the way, you’re a lovesick loser.” Sion simply states. You nod to back him up, Anton’s eyes going between you two with blinking eyes. 

“Now I understand why Wonbin tries to keep you two apart.” 

“Ridiculous. My Binnie poo would never try to separate me from my twin.” Sion gasps. 

Seunghan and Jay have stopped talking, the latter interrupting your guys’ discussion to speak to you. 

“YN! How have you been?” 

Taken aback on his confidence to speak to you, you give a small smile, lost on how to respond. 

“... Good! How about you?” 

“Been doing alright. Hope you’ve been well since the last time I saw you.” 

Your jaw shifts, nodding deliberately slowly. “Right… yes. I’ve been doing great.”

“Oh, she has been.” 

Wonbin comes up from behind, a fake smile plastered on his features following his words. He kisses your cheek to send a message. 

“Happy to see you again, Jay.”

He doesn’t respond, making strong eye contact with Wonbin before decidingly walking away. Jurin whistles low, shoving at Binnie’s shoulder after. 

“You are heartless.”

“I’m actually curious,” You chirp, smiling softly up to your boyfriend, “What did you say to him last time?”

“Well, he asked me how I knew you,” Wonbin notes, curling a piece of hair behind your ear softly, “And I told him that we’re talking. He accused me of playing with your heartstrings, given my reputation.”

You scoff. “That’s rich of him.” 

“Exactly. I said I’d treat you better than he ever would, and the next time we’d meet, I’d be yours.”

You roll your eyes at his confidence. “You’re lucky you’re right, you know? Otherwise your next run-in with him would’ve been really embarrassing for you.”

“I am very lucky.” 

“Get a room, you two!” Sohee squawks, pretending to gag. 

Bin simply grabs a cracker from your plate and eats it, a smug smile on his lips. “God forbid a man appreciate his amazing catch of a girlfriend.” 

“Boo!” Sohee moans, throwing up a big thumbs-down towards the both of you until Hannie wrangles him in by the neck. “Why are you jealous? Your amazing boyfriend is right here!” Hannie giggles, forcing him closer for another kiss on the cheek. 

Sohee only bares his teeth and accepts his fate. “I refuse to be humiliated like this ever again.”

You all laugh, enjoying each other’s company. As everyone converses, your anxieties lessen, and you know you should be thanking the man by your side. Looking up to Wonbin, he’s grinning while listening to your mutual friends. 

He’s practically radiant, glowing compared to everyone else in the room and a sense of pride in his accomplishments grows in your chest. Many other people have worked hard alongside him here but you’ve seen Wonbin’s dedication the most. 

You tuck into his side more, giving your lover a tight squeeze. He glances down to you, as always, noticing your shift in mood and grinning. 

“You okay, pretty?”

“By your side? Always.”

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A LITTLE HELP

Rafayel one shot (love and deepspace) ⋆｡° | pairing : artist!rafayel x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.3k explicit content, smut, fingering likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

Sometimes she felt too needy, but she wanted to be glued to Rafayel all the time. He'd told her it didn't bother him at all and that he didn't mind having her on his lap while he painted, and that day wouldn't have been any different… if she hadn't been so needy.

She didn't know if it was her hormones or she was ovulating, but she'd been feeling her body hot all day. Rafayel had noticed but hadn't said anything because he knew how shy his girlfriend could be when it came to that, so he just waited for her to ask for help or mention something. She knew Rafayel would be happy to help, but the hours passed and she never mentioned anything.

He started noticing it more when she was on his lap, under the excuse she wanted to see what he was working on. At first, it didn't seem weird; more than once she had used the same excuse just to be close to him or to place kisses on his neck. That day was no different, except that the kisses were a little more intense. He could barely concentrate on his work when his girlfriend was sucking on the skin of his neck and trying to move her hips, to rub herself against something.

"Do you need help?" Rafayel's husky voice echoed in her ears. It was as if she were feeling everything twice right now. She stopped hiding her face on his neck to look at him, confused, waiting for more information.

Had she been that obvious? Maybe the heat in her body wasn't just mental, or maybe he'd finally understood the small advances she'd tried to make throughout the day. "What are you talking about?" She tried to act like she didn't know what he was talking about.

"You've been trying to rub yourself against me for the last ten minutes." Rafayel ground his hips, pressing her closer to him and she gasped in embarrassment. She wasn't even going to deny it because it was true. She had desperately tried to gain some release by squeezing her thighs together or rubbing herself against her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." Her cheeks were so red, she felt embarrassed. She had never explicitly asked him to help her when she felt heat in her body, but Rafayel always noticed when she tried to seek release herself.

"Come here." Rafayel helped her turn over on his lap. His gaze now fixed on the canvas in front of them, her back against his chest. She could feel his breath against her neck, sending electricity through her body. "I have to work, so we have to be proactive," he murmured.

She was confused but nodded. She stayed in place, waiting for some movement, but only watched as Rafayel picked up the brush again and made a few movements, completing his painting.

She opened her lips to speak and ask him what he was doing; until she felt it. His hands slid between her thighs to spread her legs slightly. She obeyed almost immediately, spreading them. His fingers slid to her center until his fingertips brushed her damp underwear.

"Mmm… I think you need some help." She nodded with a gasp, trying to turn her face to look at him, but Rafayel forced her to return her gaze to the canvas in front of them.

"Raf—" Her boyfriend's touch interrupted her before she could protest. He pushed her ruined underwear aside, his fingers sliding along her wet entrance. She thrust her hips, seeking more of his touch, and he wanted to laugh when he realized what she was doing. She didn't understand how he could continue painting normally while he continued to tease her with his hand between her thighs.

"You know, sometimes capturing your own idea on canvas is a lot harder than many people think." Finally, one of his fingers pressed against her sensitive clit. She bit her lower lip, she needed to stop moaning at any touch. "You have to know your own art. Sometimes ideas take on a life of their own, but when you know your art, you know where to start."

His movements on her clit were fast enough to make her moan, but at the same time, slow enough to make her want more. She didn't know if he was really talking about his paintings or about her; she only knew that she loved his husky voice and the way his breath hit her neck.

"After the first stroke, everything gets easier." She dropped her head onto his chest, and his lips traveled from her neck to her cheek, pressing gently. She didn't know if Rafayel continued with the painting or was just focused on her, but she knew seconds later when his other hand joined between her thighs.

The pads of his fingers brushed against her entrance as if he were waiting for her approval, but she knew he only wanted to torture her. "Please…" She moaned, bucking her hips against his fingers.

"So needy." She could feel her boyfriend's mocking chuckle. She wanted to protest, to turn to face him, but she could barely think when he slid one of his fingers inside her. She moaned, dropping her head back onto his chest, her breathing ragged as she felt the slow movement of his finger and the stimulation on her clit. "Mmm… you feel so good." He kissed her cheek as he slid a second finger inside her, making her whimper.

Her faint gasps turned to small moans and then to whimpers. She squirmed on his lap, and Rafayel couldn't have enjoyed a better view: his beautiful girlfriend on his lap, squirming because of him. He didn't know if it was because she'd been so needy all day, but she felt close to the edge. She wanted to last longer; it felt too good.

"You're close, I can feel it." She nodded and writhed on his lap, doing her best to hold back her orgasm.

"I… not yet, please—ah!" She pushed her hips away from his hand. If she kept this up, she'd end up cumming on his fingers much sooner than she thought. It usually took her more than ten minutes when she did it herself, but the opposite happened when Rafayel did it for her. Perhaps it was due to the sensation of his touch or the knowledge that it was her boyfriend's and not her own hand.

"You look so pretty like that." She turned her face, and Rafayel pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't as intense a kiss as she'd expected; sometimes she couldn't believe how much control he had. "Cum for me, cutie."

She'd always joked about how long Rafayel's fingers were; he always said it was because he was an artist. She proved it once again in those moments, when his fingers hit that spot inside her that made her whole body tense. She couldn't hold back her orgasm any longer; her walls squeezed his fingers deliciously. She arched her back and let out a loud moan as she came in his hand. Rafayel continued his movements, prolonging her pleasure until he felt his girlfriend trying to pull away from his hand due to how sensitive she was.

"I love seeing you like this, thanks to me." He placed a kiss on her forehead again, and she smiled. Now she felt exhausted; she'd been wanting this all day and certainly hadn't expected it to happen this way, on his lap while he tried to work.

She could feel her thighs trembling, a wave of tiredness washing over her. She looked up at her boyfriend with those tired eyes. She still felt some shame about what had happened, but she felt that vanish when he placed a kiss on her forehead.

He had to get back to work, but maybe she could take a few more minutes, placing kisses on her boyfriend's face.

[micky-44-blog]

A Divine Duck Date

Hazbin Hotel – Lucifer x Reader

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You’d never seen Lucifer Morningstar look genuinely speechless.

Not when entire buildings exploded. Not when demons groveled at his feet. Not even when Charlie managed to create peace between two rival circles of Hell using nothing but a kazoo and a karaoke machine.

But this?

This was different.

“Is that…” he said slowly, shielding his eyes against the sun with a perfectly manicured hand, “a… rubber duck?”

You grinned, practically bouncing with excitement.

“No, no — not a rubber duck. The rubber duck. The world’s biggest one.”

You gestured proudly.

“Thirty-five feet tall. Smells like pool toys. Floats like a dream.”

Lucifer stared.

The massive, bright yellow duck bobbed in the lake like some sort of divine joke. Its eyes were wide and cheerful, its smile dopey and inviting. A crowd of sinners and sinners-adjacent were already snapping photos from the docks, utterly unaware they were in the presence of the literal King of Hell.

Lucifer finally turned to you.

“…You planned this for me?”

You shrugged. “Well, you do have that collection of tiny ducks on your piano. And the duck-patterned robe. And the time I caught you watching that duck documentary and whispering, ‘Such grace.’”

He blinked. Once. His infamous frog like blink.

Then — it happened.

The corner of his lips twitched. Then lifted.

Not the smug smirk he wore like armor — but a real smile. Warm. Surprised. Maybe even a little shy.

“…You remembered,” he murmured.

You reached out and took his hand. “Of course I did.”

Without another word, he let you lead him down the boardwalk toward the enormous floating duck. His steps were slow, measured — but you could feel the quiet awe in his posture, the way he kept glancing at it like it might vanish if he blinked.

“They say it took four hours to inflate,” you said. “And if you look closely, it’s signed by the artist in duck-feet-shaped cursive.”

Lucifer stopped in front of the railing, gazing up at the rubber titan.

“…It is magnificent,” he whispered.

You grinned. “Wanna go for a paddle boat ride around it? I brought snacks.”

He turned to you, something soft glowing in his red eyes.

“No,” he said gently.

Then, with a mischievous gleam:

“I want to christen it with wine, crown it ‘Lord Ducksworth the Third,’ and declare today an international holiday.”

You burst out laughing. “I knew you’d love it.”

Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“My darling, anyone can bring me to fire and fury. But only you would bring me to joy.”

He glanced up again at the massive duck, a reverent look in his eyes.

“…And frankly, he does have quite the noble aura.”

You leaned into him, eyes sparkling.

“Maybe next year, I’ll take you to the inflatable flamingo festival.”

He paused. Then whispered, “Marry me.”

[kittenfangirl20]

Adam: Thank you so much.

Lucifer: Of course, I am going to always spoil my angel.

Lucifer took Adam’s hand and kissed it. Lucifer loved Adam’s hands, while they were big hands, there was almost something almost delicate about them. They were hands that belonged to an artist and a musician. They walked in holding hands.

Lucifer: This isn’t the end of it, afterwards we are going to the nicest hotel in town so we can have alone time. I got Charlie and her girlfriend Maggie to agree to babysit the kids.

Adam chuckled a little, Charlie’s girlfriend Vaggie was Charlie’s best friend from when they were little kids and they started to date over the summer. But Lucifer always called her Maggie on accident. But Vaggie didn’t mind, she was a sweet girl and they knew she was good for Charlie.

Adam: I would like to have some alone time with my handsome husband. You really know how to spoil me.

Lucifer: That is because you deserve the best.

They sat down and ordered, Adam was allowed have whatever he wanted because Lucifer told him he deserved the best. After having crème brûlée for dessert, Lucifer paid for dinner and they went to the hotel. They took a bath together while Lucifer made love to Adam. They then went to the bed where Lucifer proceeded to make love to Adam again.

Adam: At the rate we are going you are probably going to get me pregnant again.

Lucifer: I do love seeing you pregnant, you are just so beautiful.

Adam blushed, whenever he was pregnant Lucifer would pamper him. Adam also liked seeing his stomach grow big and round with the life growing inside of him. That was probably why they had such a big family.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

The Morningstar's

@kittenfangirl20

Adam yawned as he woke up, it was early in the morning but he had to get up to get his and Lucifer's children up for school and the youngest ones routine to stay in place.

Rolling over he smiled at his husband who was just also waking up. Lucifer smiled at him and they shared a quick sleepy kiss, even with morning breath they loved each other's kisses.

Lucifer: Morning.

Adam: Good morning...... I want more sleep.

Lucifer chuckled: You and me both, summer vacation is over though sadly.

They got up and Lucifer went to shave as Adam went to Charlie's room to wake her up. She's the oldest of their six kids.

Cain and Abel came next, then Andrew and Lucas and lastly their youngest daughter Avery who was only three.

Adam: Charlie honey, time to get up.

Charlie groaned, she pulled a pillow over her head. She was 17 and going through that teenager angst.

Charlie: Five more minutes.

Adam sighed: You have until your father is done getting ready.

He then went to the next room where his twin boys were, they were 14 and Cain was starting with trying a new attitude. Abel stayed his sweet boy, in a marching band.

Adam then got Lucas, who was 10 and then Andrew who was 5. This was going to be his first year at school and Adam wasn't ready to only have one baby at home.

Adam: Avery my sweet girl.

He scooped her up and changed her, she was still sleepy and snuggled into her mamas chest and neck. Adam sighed and just held her as he went to the kitchen to make everyone's breakfast and put lunches together. He ended up laying Avery down in her play pen so he could do things properly.

Andrew wiped his eyes: Mama, I'm sleepy.

Adam kissed his hair: I know baby, but today is the first day of school.

Lucifer came down dressed in his work suit: Smells good love.

Adam: Call for Charlie please, she's supposed to be up by now.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas:

[14dayswithyou]

tell ren to turn his location on👉👈

I saw one of the posts of how ren does get jealous of pets being loved over him and alll that so now I have the thought of the one meme of ‘ah yes, me, my partner and their [enter normal pet size] foot [pet]’

I don’t have anything else, it did pop into my head though and I thought I’d share with the class.

⌞♥⌝ ItsNotVivy on Twitter actually made that exact meme with Ren a looong time ago!!

[patheticprogrammingperson]

Oooh!

First, yay, Cosmo Sheldrake! Quite literally my favourite musician of all time, The Moss isn't my favourite of his tracks, he's improved a lot since those days, my top five favourite tracks of his, off the top of my head, are Interdimensional, Does The Swallow Dream Of Flying? Solar Waltz, Run Rings Right Wrongs, and Hocking, in no particular order, but he's really more of an album artist anyway, but, I digress.

I also see your point with Wild Turkey, however, that caused my mind to tangent into the question of "What if Throw Your Heart Over was adapted into a jukebox musical" and that's really got my mind racing.

Obviously, you've got to get The Race by Yello into there somewhere, "are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do, I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue" is somehow both very Killie, and also quite O Holy Thunder. (especially if you do an entire race sequence set to the thirteen-minuet version)

Because I simply had to put more Cosmo in here, Run, for Charlie, "I tried to stay, I tried to say, I’ll try again and then I’ll be alone, I tried again, to make amends, to clear the way, to blink and say the words again", need I say more?

For Killie and Charlie, Two Tribes by Frankie Goes To Hollywood, produced by Trevor Horn, could work, "when two tribes go to war, a point is all that you can score" and all that.

This is decidedly a longer shot, but, Untouched, by The Veronicas, for Derek/Killie, before they meet.

Then, once they do, Sinner, by The Last Dinner Party, but specifically for Killie's perspective, "I wish I knew you, when touch was innocent, I wish I knew you, before it felt like a sin" may be lesbian in the original, but works fine for MLM.

If Killie were to somehow get injured, then we grab yet another gay song, On Your Side, by The Last Dinner Party, "when it's 4 a.m. and your heart is breaking, I will hold your hands to stop them from shaking, if it takes all night, I will be on your side" but, also, "I wish I didn't want you, wish I could do without this blood on my face, where your teeth sunk in, bite me again" for Killie and O Holy Thunder, so it works twice as much? (Or half as much)

Bonus track, largely because it's funny, both the song choice and him getting a song, Thunderstruck, by AC/DC, for O Holy Thunder, "Thunder" need I say more? Just picture a slow-mo shot of O Holy Thunder, set to all 4:52 of it.

Sorry for rambling on like this, I have a bit of a tendency to go on tangents, and, this one turned into the focal point of the post.

Colm 📻

(OC music asks - Killie the jockey’s youngest and most obscure brother)

Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss

Well, legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the trees,

Well, legend has it that when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breathe…

Amethyst Kiah - Wild Turkey

When I was seventeen, I pretended not to care

Stayed numb for years to escape despair

When your soul dies, you just can't hide it

Everyone can tell; Oh, Lord, will I ever feel right again?

[massivementalitynut]

My Scrapbook Couple Comm from @mypillowpaper

[gillyburnsthings]

[ursachaotic]

Color variations on my human Bill design!! ✨ Trying to figure out what palette I like lol

Also thank you to @notanorderlyknight for feedback and suggestions on the design 🥰 (He challenged me to draw a suit for Bill so this is why he has a suit-ish design now lmao)

[nariarts]

New Song Day!

The song that bewitched me ⬇️

I was initially gonna call this "holy shit! you're unwell!" but who's that for? The losers who said I wasn't a real metalhead if I couldn't identify songs they liked in the first 5 seconds? Fuckem

Notes I made for this zine yesterday. Who is this dickhead? We listen to music for ourselves, not for Spotify wrapped!!

[cuttledreams-bugs]

Been thinking on some stuff for a while now- and now that artfight has concluded and some days have passed, I think I've decided that, at least for a while, I'm going to walk away from publicly making artwork.

My original intention was to finish up this whole year- I even had a lot of stuff planned and in progress. But I found that after a couple months, I just couldn't find the willpower to keep doing any of it.

It was my hope that pushing myself to participate in artfight, an event I really enjoy, would maybe give that refreshing sense of motivation again. While it was lovely, I'm very glad I was able to participate and don't regret it, I've found that coming to the end I felt even more strongly that I don't have it in me anymore.

I don't really have a satisfying answer as to why. I guess I've just become acutely aware of how lonely being an independent artist is. And with situations becoming what they are (global politics, economic crisis, ai and collapse of social platforms, etc), this isn't something I can indulge any longer without being able to bring some kind of income.

Not really sure what to do with myself from this point, creating art is really the only thing of worth I've ever had, but right now it feels like decades of wasted time and it's best I just stop before I hate it. At the least, I need to stop creating art intended to share to a public for a while, and only make something for me if anything at all.

I don't expect anyone to read this lmao, I'm aware I'm just one stranger in a sea of millions. But if you are someone who's interacted with my art in any way, reblogging, leaving tags or anything else, I'm grateful for it and thank you <3

[atanxdoesstuff]

Here, some Ryley sketches ft. Cuddlefish skritches, Peeper, Bladderfish, and This Is Ozzy From The Cafeteria What The Hell Guys!

i haven't drawn in quite some time but yknow its exam phase so :/ ofc my motivation comes back when I really should be doing something else like idk study? or somethin

[quietwingsinthesky]

Have you watched dead boy detectives yet? I think you’d like it. Canon gay ships!

I’m gonna be real with you, man. Absolutely fucking nothing I heard about that show made it sound even remotely interesting to me before, and now, the idea of even interacting with stuff tangentially attached to Gaiman makes me feel physically ill. I’m not watching that.