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sacredsorceress · 9 months ago

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Spell on You / Logan Howlett

pairing: bestfriend!logan x f!witch!reader summary: when logan finds out another man bought you a drink at a halloween party, your relationship changes word count: 2.2k a/n: scott is an ass because i just know movie!cyclops would love to mess with logan's love life ('97 scott stays too busy for this). this is a bit rushed but i hope you enjoy!! warnings: reader wears a dress and thigh highs (slay), alcohol consumption, mention of smoke, jealousy, fluff, classic bff to lovers trope

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The bum. bum. bum. of the music echoed throughout the establishment, vibrating against its walls and floorboards. The sea of bar-crawlers intent on having the worst of hangovers in the morning were shoulder to shoulder, bumping against Logan as he made his way through the crowd to you.

The room reeked of smoke of various kinds and if it hadn't been for the overworking of the fans above, Logan was sure he would've gotten high secondhand. But it was Halloween night- certain factors were out of his control.

Though, like a lighthouse in the night, Logan heard your voice beckoning him over to the bar.

"Boooooooo!" You shouted, glass in your hand. "You were supposed to dress up!"

Logan smirked at your complaint, leaning against the bar.

"Yeah?" He asked. "'Cause you're so original?"

Logan's eyes trailed from your thigh high boots to your dress to finally, a witch's hat. Being a witch yourself, the irony was unavoidable.

"Very creative, sweetheart."

You felt a heart skip a beat at your best friend's pet name.

In shock of many, you and Logan had become fast friends. The man who had always managed to have a perpetually grumpy demeanor about him had paired perfectly with you. You were able to brush off Logan's jokes, matching them with your own in a way that had escalated so far as to make your fellow X-Men wonder if the two of you had begun to speak your own language.

"At least it's a costume, Logan." You argued. "What are you meant to be?"

"-Oh I've got this one."

Scott.

Any inclination of joy written on Logan's face was quickly erased.

"A dick?" Scott said, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "I've gotta say Logan, you've nailed it."

Logan rolled his eyes, inching closer to the two of you as a couple nudged against him to order at the bar. Noting the drink in your hand, Logan shifted the conversation.

"I thought I told you I was buying tonight?"

Your eyes lowered from Logan's to the drink in your hand. You traced the rim of the glass as you shrugged.

"Oh this-“

Scott interrupted:

"Guy over there bought it for her." Scott said, a shit-eating grin on his face as he pointed to the opposite end of the establishment. "Told her he'd be back later 'to get to know her better'."

You felt yourself grow warm under Logan's gaze, refusing to meet his eyes.

Lately yours and Logan's relationship had become more complicated, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. Pet names like sweetheart and princess flowed out of his mouth without a second thought. You had stopped going on dates with new men- something about it feeling wrong when you and Logan had... whatever you had. He was your best friend, that you were sure of. But, with Logan's eyes burning a hole through you, you wondered if he still felt that way.

You had been hoping to keep the drink a secret and avoid speaking to the man later in the night, but you should've known that Scott and Logan's rivalry would make any chance of that impossible.

Logan's eyes trailed from you to the man Scott was pointing to across the room. He looked about your age, dressed with a cloak around his shoulders and a pair of cheap plastic teeth slipping from his mouth as he laughed with his friends.

Logan scowled, raising his eyebrow at you.

"You into... that?"

You shrugged, hiding your eyes beneath the rim of your hat.

"It's just a drink, Logan." You said. "He probably forgot about me anyway."

Holding his gaze, Logan slowly nodded, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"You want your usual?"

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What are you talking about, Lo?" You asked. "I have a drink."

Logan shook his head, tapping his fingers against the bar to get the bartender's attention.

"I'm not gonna sit here and watch you have some other guy's drink." Logan said firmly. "Now, what are you having? 'Cause you either tell me, or I'm ordering for you."

You felt a burning sensation in your chest as your pulse quickened.

You were used to Logan's stubbornness and protective regard for those he cared about, but you had never seen him so firm with you before. You were someone who could handle yourself and as much as he worried about you, he had never claimed you in such a way as he did now.

If you hadn't known better, you would have thought he was jealous.

"My usual."

You watched as he leaned over the bar, ordering the both of your drinks from the bartender.

The lighting in the bar was dim. Most of the things that you could make out were highlighted by an array of multicolored LED lights that had been flickering throughout the room.

The light above Logan's head flicked from green to purple, showcasing the sheen of sweat that had begun running down his temple from the capacity of the party. His sleeves were rolled to his elbow, the veins in his arms protruding as he leaned against the counter top.

Sometimes you wondered what it felt like- to be one of the women who had the opportunity to touch Logan. You had had passing touches here and there but you wondered if you could feel the weight of his adamantium bones in your hand- whether his skin remained rough despite his regenerative abilities.

The thoughts were cruel. He was your friend.

But then again, were you really his?

Logan handed you your drink, leaning the small of his back against the counter. Gingerly taking the glass from his hands, your fingertips graced his skin.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, feeling the vibrations of the DJ's music against your feet. You listened to indistinguishable chatter rattle throughout the building.

"He said he liked the 'juxtaposition of my face to the costume'." You said, referring to the man who bought you a drink. "I'm not even sure that he used the word right."

A smirk rose onto Logan's face.

"What a dick." Logan scoffed, nursing his whiskey.

You laughed along with him, nudging your elbow into his side.

"He is, isn't he?" You joked. "I bet he's super pretentious."

Logan glanced down at you, noticing the small smile that graced your lips as you met his eyes.

God, he felt silly. He was over two hundred years old and yet, he found himself with a crush on a woman and unable to tell her. With anyone else, he would have made a move the second he saw them. But you were his friend- his closest friend.

You had a relationship that meant more to him than anything in his life. Did he want you? Yes, but he wasn't going to be the one to admit it and scare you off. It had to be you.

So Logan put out his feelers and afforded himself plausible deniability- calling you sweetheart, buying you drinks... sitting by your side after a mission went sideways. However, there was something about the two of you sharing a life in the mansion that made him forget that other men could see you the way that he did.

Seeing the multicolored lights illuminate your skin and the way your eyelashes batted as you smiled up at him, Logan was reminded that he didn't have forever.

"Not your thing?" He asked.

Logan asked it casually. He was still leaned over the bar, but his body had turned to encase yours- one arm snaking itself around your back while the other held the whiskey glass.

The space between you grew hot and you could feel his warm breath against your face. The scent of the cologne that you had gotten him for his birthday drifted up your nose as he hovered closer.

Sometimes you felt that Logan was off living a dozen lifetimes in his head despite standing directly in front of you, but here... now... his focus was entirely on you and you knew he was waiting on your answer with bated breath.

You don't know whether it was the liquor or the realisation that the wolverine had placed you at the center of his universe, but you gained a confidence you had lacked in the weeks since your relationship shifted.

Glancing at his empty glass, you flicked your hand, filling it up.

"No," You sighed as your eyes trailed up his body. "I like them a bit... rougher around the edges."

This, Logan decided, was your sign. You were pushing the boundaries just as he had done, seeing if he'd take the bait.

Logan's eyes narrowed as he leaned in further. The music in the bar was getting increasingly louder as the night went on and Logan's lips were now inches from your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck.

"That right?" Logan asked.

"Mhm."

Logan could hear your heart pounding in your chest and felt peace in knowing that his was doing the same. This wasn't the same as his other ventures- he wouldn't wake up in the morning to find an empty space in his mattress where you had been the night before. What you two had would be permanent, he told himself; a fixture in an otherwise chaotic life like his.

In the life of a man with regeneration, he rarely worried about what happened next. But with his lips grazing the skin of the woman he loved most, Logan could feel a drop of whiskey hit his skin- fallen from the glass that sat in his shaking hand.

Then, he felt your hands push gently against his chest. And his world came crashing down.

Your eyes meeting his, you shook your head.

"I love you, Logan."

For anyone else, this would've been confirmation. But Logan had heard these words from you a hundred times. You loved him... platonically. He felt the wind knocked out of him at what he thought was resignation.

Pulling away, Logan nodded.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Hearing him say it in the same voice he always did- the dismissive tone meant to mask any indication of care- you gripped his shirt, forcing him to look at you.

"No." You said firmly. "I love you. I'm saying this can't be a one night thing, Logan. I love you."

Logan saw the desperation in your eyes and couldn't hold back. He slammed his drink against the bar and held your face in his hands.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

His thumbs brushed against your cheeks, thinking that as silly as it was, what he had been waiting for was finally happening. No matter the amount of times he had touched you, this time was different. As strong as you were, he was afraid to ruin the precious object he was holding in his hands- you and your future.

Logan swore your cheeks were softer and the scent of your perfume had wrapped himself around your finger.

"Say it back, Lo."

The sound of his name rolling off your tongue was enough confirmation he needed. Pulling your face to his, Logan's lips crashed against yours.

Your fingers never left his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you hummed into the kiss. Logan's hands moved to lay against your waist. The noise of the bar fell away as Logan focused on your breathing and the skip of your heartbeat as he squeezed you tighter.

When he heard the familiar, hypnotic hum of your magic, he pulled away only slightly.

In the heat of your kiss, a forcefield had formed around the two of you. When you noticed the golden shimmer of your magic, you pulled your hands way from Logan, bringing the forcefield down with it.

"Sorry."

Logan smirked.

"Don't gotta be worried," He said, running his thumb against your cheek. "You're safe with me."

Logan wasn't sure if he'd be able to always keep you safe in the hectic life that you two shared, but he would be damned if he wouldn't die trying. You two fit together like pieces of a puzzle and although he wasn't sure how it would work, if one thing was for sure- you weren't losing him.

"I love you too."

Holding you in his hands, the knowledge finally settling in that you were his, this dingey bar was the last place he wanted to be.

And it was as if you read his mind.

"Can we get out of here?"

Glancing around the room, Logan noticed two things: one being that half the eyes in the room were on you since your accidental forcefield, and the other, Scott barreling over through a crowd of college girls towards you. These two things paired with the fact that the woman of his dreams was standing beside him, Logan was more than ready to, kindly, get the fuck out of there.

Logan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the bar.

"That's my girl."

author's note: thank you for reading! just a short lil oneshot for spooky season

#logan howlett #wolverine #the wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett fanfiction #xmen fanfiction #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine fluff #logan howlett fluff #logan x reader #wolverine x you

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formulaonecrumbs · 2 months ago

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The siblings watching this when they’re all grown up 🥺

how not to tie a shoe 👟

Lando Norris x older sister!reader x norris!siblings

summary: the norris siblings, now grown up, gather to watch an old home video of reader trying to teach a very grumpy lando how to tie his shoes.

warnings: none. it’s all cutesy.

A/N: i’m aware u said u wanted it for the other home film BUT i thought it might be a bit boring and repetitive if i did that so i took some liberty and centred it around another home film that i haven’t written about yet. it was like killing two birds with one stone cuz i wanted to write the shoelace one anyways. ENJOY MY LOVES!! ❤️

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

home film #9 and #10 (out of a gazillion)- found in a cardboard box labelled ‘memories’ & a collaborated folder called ‘norris tradition’

(recorded: iphone video – norris family living room)

(original home film being watched: norris family home, living room, bristol) timestamp: 12:26 pm 05-24-2004

🔴 LIVE: 5:34 pm 04-24-2025

the video opens on a couch packed with siblings. ollie’s in the middle like he always ends up, flo half on top of him, cisca sprawled out at the other end, and you and lando sharing the big blanket, legs tangled, a bowl of popcorn resting dangerously on lando’s knees.

the tv glows in the background, playing one of adam’s old camcorder recordings.

on screen, seven(eight in 7 days)-year-old you is crouched on the floor with a four-year-old lando in a dinosaur t-shirt and socks that do not match. he’s sitting cross-legged, absolutely furious at the two untied sneakers in front of him.

“okay bean,” kid-you says in a very bossy seven-year-old voice. “watch again. bunny ear, bunny ear, loop under—”

“that’s not a bunny,” little lando interrupts, scowling. “that’s a snake.”

present-day lando groans from the couch. “why was i so annoying?”

“was?” flo says instantly.

“you called a shoelace a snake,” cisca snorts.

“you were four!” you defend him through your laugh.

“yeah, and you were acting like a full-on teacher,” ollie chuckles, pointing at the screen. “look at your face. pure disappointment.”

on the tv, little lando starts aggressively poking one of the laces with his finger.

��stop stabbing it,” kid-you says. “just do the loop like i showed you.”

“i am!”

“lando!”

present-day lando hides his face in the popcorn bowl. “i hate this.”

“no you don’t,” you say, poking his side. “you love being the star.”

he peeks out. “only when i don’t sound like a chipmunk.”

on screen, lando makes a random knot, holds it up proudly, and declares, “i fixed it!”

you stare at it for a second. “bean, that’s not even a loop. that’s just a mess.”

“it’s FINE,” baby lando insists. then he tries to walk, trips over the tangled laces, and lands directly on his bum.

every sibling on the couch erupts.

“there it is!” flo cackles. “down he goes!”

“iconic,” cisca declares.

“classic lando,” ollie says. “refuses help, wipes out anyway.”

“you tripped over your own feet,” you say, practically crying with laughter.

“shut up,” lando mutters, grinning through his hands.

on the screen, the camera wobbles wildly as cisca senior laughs in the background. kid-you sighs dramatically, kneels down, and starts undoing the knot.

“bean, i’ll do it for you again.”

“i wanna do it myself!” lando shouts.

cut to: kid-you finishing the double knot and patting his shoe. “you can untie it yourself if you want to do something.”

pause.

lando—tiny and frustrated—leans down, yanks at the laces, and somehow pulls the whole thing tighter.

you, on screen: “that’s what you get.”

the siblings on the couch lose it again.

“you’ve always had that tone,” ollie points out. “the mum voice.”

“because i had to raise you all,” you say with fake exhaustion.

lando leans his head dramatically on your shoulder. “and you did so well.”

“sure,” flo smirks. “he still can’t tie a bow tie without her.”

“of course i can! besides, neither can you!”

“yeah, but i admit it.”

the video ends with a fade to black, the room falling into a comfortable silence for a moment.

lando sighs. “i really was a little menace.”

you shrug. “you were trying your best.”

“and you were bossy as hell,” he adds, smirking.

you bump his knee. “still am.”

ollie stretches, reaching for the remote. “alright. what’s next? the one where you all tried to give cisca a makeover with permanent marker?”

“NO,” cisca and flo say in unison.

fade to black.

THE END :>

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k-aemi · 2 months ago

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blue lock ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cute/funny moments with the blue lock boys !

itoshi sae ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he sucks at cooking

sae growing up only knew how to play football. he never paid attention to class or even bothered to learn anything else since he was too focused on football. really, that was his only weakness, but surely his cooking skills cant be that bad right?

you always cooked for him, well since it was a natural thing for you to...you didnt mind cooking for him and you, even if you got off work. you just felt as if it was your job to do so.

sae doesnt express it much, but he appreciates the work you put into your work and the house. you clean, cook, and do the laundry, he couldnt have asked for better.

you had overtime today since saes birthday was coming up, you wanted to surprise him with lots and lots of gifts! (even though hes a rich man).

you 6:34pm overtime today. might come home late! sae 6:57pm alright.

sae didnt come home to dinner, or to your kisses you gave him when he entered in. just welcomed with the darkness that engulfed the room. he put away his things and began to change out of his clothes to more comfortable ones.

he didnt have anything else to do. so why not try to cook up a meal for you since you always took care of it for him. he might as well just repay the times youve cooked.

luckily you were glad it wasnt that long of overtime, you could just go home and quickly cook up a meal for sae!

not even inside of the house yet, you smell something burning...? very concerning you quickly grabbed your keys and open the door to smoke everywhere.

"ah-what the..!" you rush to the kitchen and see sae...

"sae what the hell did you do?!" you grabbed a nearby book, swaying it around to get the smoke out of your way.

sae only clicks his tongue in annoyance. "it said to boil two cups of water." raising his phone up. you walk up to the stove and to your literal horror, theres actually two cups on the stove.

"it meant the measurement!" you grabbed your mittens and grabbed the cubs that melted onto the stove already. your beautiful cups were ruined....

you curl up the book in your hand and hit sae with it on his head.

"youre not allowed in the kitchen anymore."

nagi seishiro ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he hurt you on accident

it was yours and nagis day off meaning you guys can spend time together! though he was a lazy bum so really all you guys would ever do was just cuddle up with each other in his bed.

he saw it as comfortable silence as he played his game on his phone while you laid on his chest, either napping or just waiting for him to get off to watch a movie or something.

"almost done?" you poke at his chest.

"one more." he glanced at you before returning his gaze to his game. you pout but laid your head against his chest again, at least hearing his heartbeat was calming enough to let it slide for a bit.

you ended up kind of napping, but you can hear the faint sounds of his shooting game and him talking to himself.

you grumble, shifting into a bit more comfortable position, accidentally hitting his arm and that made him lose his balance with his phone. dropping it on your forehead.

"ah-" nagi looks at mid air before slowing shifting his gaze down.

a loud thud was heard when his phone made contact with your head and the room was filled was silence.

nagi blinks a bit for turning his head to the side, as if he did nothing.

"sei." you spoke, not moving an inch from where you were.

"what." he rest his hand on his head to soothe your forehead, like he wasnt the one who did that.

"im taking your phone." you grip his phone a little too tight a crack was heard.

kaiser michael˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ brushing his hair

theres not a single night where you guys wouldnt sleep with each other, other than him leaving the country for football tournaments or so. but when you guys were together, its a must to sleep together.

and knowing kaiser for a long time now, you know how crazy his bed hair gets and he gets really grumpy about it its kind of funny.

waking up earlier than kaiser, youre set on preparing breakfast before he starts his daily training with ness and his other members.

humming random songs that come to your mind while cooking, you can hear faint footstep approaching the kitchen.

shifting your attention to the side, you can see your boyfriend, who still looks half-asleep with his hair that looks like he had a bad hair day.

you giggled to yourself, setting the spoon aside. "good there misha?" walking up to him to give your morning kisses.

he can only grumble, returning the kiss back.

"hurry up and brush my hair." he scratches his head.

"how does it always get this bad?" you laughed at him before dragging him to your vanity. settling him down, grabbing the hair brush to carefully handle his hair.

kaiser loved when you brushed his hair, it was always so calming for him and felt relaxing. its like he can only focus on you and him.

"let me know if i accidentally hurt you okay?" you shift to the side to look at him thru the mirror, his eyes were closed and he only lets out a low hum.

this was his moment of peace, just you brushing his hair while he relaxed under the comforts of your presence.

itoshi rin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ playing horror games

rin had a hobby of either watching or playing horror games. he had asked you if you wanted to give it a try, after a few nos, he finally convinced you.

"rin! where do i go im scared!" you walked up the trail while looking at your surroundings. you were in the forest, and it was just you and your flashlight.

"just keep walking." rin watched from the side, his hand on your shoulder while his other hand rested on the desk. he had already played this game prior but wanted to see you do it.

"no theres going to be a jumpscare i know it!" you stopped and shivered in the chair.

"there isnt i promise." he guided your hand on the keyboard to keep on going. he was lying, he knew all the jumpscares and ques, he just thought itd be funny to see you scared.

you grumble under your breath before continuing to walk, there was a corner you had to turn and you got scared. pressing the "w" key every one second, step by step, scared there was a jumpscare.

"whats with the intense music?!" you took a couple steps forward while your body was leaned back in case of the scare. you finally made the turn and there was nothing. you let out a sigh of relief before looking at rin.

"see?" rin leaned closer.

"yeah whatever." you turned around and there was an unexpected jumpscare, which was ridiculously loud and you jumped from your seat with a yelp, the headset hit rins chin and he let out a groan.

he rubbed his chin with a sigh and you eyed at him. "you said there wasnt any you liar!" you took off the headset.

"thats the fun of it."

isagi yoichi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ his hair is so fluffy

at blue lock, isagi never really mind, but also never understood why almost everyone patted his head. its because his hair is so fluffy, he doesnt even know it!

whenever he laid on his bed, youd laid on top of him, just to touch that hair of his, seriously it was like fur but better! plus that v shape ahoge was cute to touch when it always just reverted back to the shape.

"not you too [name]..." he sighed and you giggled.

"but your hair is so soft!" both of your hands massaged his hair. he didnt mind it, it actually felt quiet good.

"is it..?" he raised an eyebrow at you. he never even noticed if that was the reason why people tend to touch his hair a lot. but that could explain a lot then.

"yeah its like fur!" you laid your head on top of his hair, rubbing it against your cheek, inhaling the blueberry scent shampoo he always used.

isagi laughs, he thinks its cute you find his hair soft, hes blushing like he still has the biggest crush on you. your yoichi is so adorable <3

mikage reo˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ can you get out prank

together for two years already and you guys are super comfortable with each other! reo was always a serious man but you wondered how he react to your silly pranks on him.

"babe?" you come towards him with a dress. it was a pretty peach color and very flowy.

"hm?" he looked up from his phone, eyeing at you.

"can you get out?"

"for what?"

"so i can change." and there reo looked confused. hes seen you naked before, so what difference does that make? maybe you just wanted to surprise him.

"you gonna surprise me with the dress?" he raised an eyebrow while rubbing his nape.

"no i just dont want to change in front of you." and thats when he becomes really confuse. he tilts his head and his lips formed a straight line.

"woman i fucked y-" he suddenly blurted out and you jumped on the bed shushing him. did he really have to say it like that?!

"i was just kidding, dont say it like that!" reo realizes that you were joking and laughed, patting your head.

hiii just something quick before i start writing again! please be patient im so sorry for the lack of postsss T^T

#fanfic #anime #bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #k-aemi #sae itoshi #sae #rin #rin itoshi #reo #reo mikage #isagi #isagi yoichi #nagi #nagi seishiro #kaiser #kaiser michael

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saintobio · 1 year ago

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the art of loving, feat. l&ds rafayel.

pairings. rafayel, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, established relationship, 18+ tags. artist x muse, hints of abandonment issues, clingy bf!rafayel, allusions to nude paintings, fellatio, cum eating, protected sex, praise kink notes. my third l&ds boy :’) there’s a full blown sylus oneshot coming but for now, i have to write abt our cute fish! i’ll continue the jjk wips on the weekend bcos my l&ds hyperfixation is currently taking over 🤧

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who makes you the muse of his paintings. he loves how he can adore your face while turning his blank canvas into something as colorful as you. it all started when he used to sketch you when you’re not looking. and it’s a habit that he, time and time again, still does. whether you’re reading, sleeping, or simply lost in thought, he finds these moments precious and captures them in his sketchbook. he actually has a dedicated corner of you on his mo art studio, where it’s filled with paintings and sketches of his beautiful girlfriend.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who loves to paint with you. he’ll set up a canvas next to his and guide your hands, laughing together as you create something… unique. look, he’s not making fun of your painting. in fact, he’d say you’re actually very talented. “it’s not bad at all,” he’d claim, “it’s an exquisite art… if i close my eyes.” how mean! but honestly, if you were to sell your artwork, he would still be the first person to buy it.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who gets playful with paint. while you’re on the subject of ‘painting together’, you know how cheeky rafayel is, and when he dabs a bit of paint on your nose or cheeks, the light-hearted paint fight ends in messy, colorful kisses. one time, he even left a purple handprint on your bum, and giggles each time he sees it from behind.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who gets clingy when you’re busy. he’ll sulk if he feels you’re not paying enough attention to him, often wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling into your neck to remind you he’s there. he can very grumpy, too. like a spoiled brat who he didn’t get what he wants. it’s just that he dislikes the feeling of being ignored and abandoned, so the last thing you knew not to do is make him wait too long on your dates or make him feel like your mind is occupied by anything else other than him. because he’d go as far as pretending to be in a helpless situation just so you’d drop everything and run off to him. how silly!

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who surprises you with personalized art gifts. from small sketches slipped into your bag to full portraits given on special occasions. it’s his way of expressing his love, because he’s very grateful of how supportive you are when he has art exhibits. your presence calms his nerves, and he always looks for you in the crowd to find strength in your encouraging smiles.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who likes to cuddle while discussing his latest ideas. he enjoys your input and loves bouncing ideas off you. his hands like to roam around your body as he keeps you in bed all day, whispering sweet nothings into you ear and making the atmosphere warm and intimate. “i can’t help it!”was his usual excuse whenever you’d call him out for being too touchy. “sometimes, my inspirations come in the form of physical intimacy, you know!”

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who can’t resist kissing you passionately when he’s inspired. he sketches you in intimate moments, letting you lie beautifully naked in bed and with only a blanket to cover the lower half of your body, like a vulnerable mermaid looking to be held by her prince. he’ll pull you close, hands covered in paint, leaving colorful fingerprints and delicate patterns on your skin as his lips capture yours in a heated kiss. he would peel the blanket off you slowly, taking his sweet time as if memorizing every dip and curve to later recreate in his art. his touch is both tender and electrifying. and his expressions, both raw and passionate as he eyes every inch of your body.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who whispers his deepest desires in your ear. his voice becomes husky with emotions, telling you exactly what he wants, and leaving you blushing and eager to feed him the attention he seeks. he’s very needy, indeed. but most especially in bed. he’d often grab your hand, allowing you to brush it against his toned chest and down to his… aching member. it’s begging to be released, you both know it. and so when he guides your head closer to his crotch, you already know what ‘job’ you had to do for him.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who whines a lot while you’re pleasing him, but in a cute way. he’s just very vocal about it. he’s incapable of keeping his little moans whenever he feels your tongue rolling around his tip, your lips leaving open-mouthed kisses along the sides of his length. it’s like suction when you fully take him into your mouth, the image of your head bobbing to suck his cock is extremely vivid in his head. “mhm~ don’t stop.” rafayel loses his mind over it. “my darling, lover girl. you’re so pretty, my baby.” and when you’d allow him to cum inside your mouth, he’s a weak man watching you swallow every single drop.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who respects your boundaries and doesn’t push you to try things in bed that you’re not comfortable with. when you told him he can’t do you raw, he willingly obliged. so, lo and behold the huge box of condoms on his nightstand. he believes in practicing safe sex because you both aren’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet. but that doesn’t lessen the frequency of your activities in bed. in fact, his beloved box of rubbers would easily run out after 2-3 weeks.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who likes to be praised when doing the deed with you. it’s just innate in him. you have to let him know if he’s doing good, have to let him hear how great he feels inside of you, how pretty he looks when you gaze down on him, and how amazing his hands are in finding your most sensitive places. “raf, you’re the best at this,” you’d moan into his mouth, the sound of skin-slapping echoing across his studio as you feel him racing through his climax, “s-so good, ngh~” he’s one to smile at your little whimpers. “yeah, you like where i’m hitting it, baby?” “haa—i do!” “thought so.”

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who wants to be displayed all over your social media accounts. it’s as straightforward as he is—he wants his face to take over your account. he wants to know that you’re proud of him and that you’re showing off your handsome boyfriend whenever you can. he also wants you to interact with his posts, leave comments, and hit the heart button. every. single. time. he gets easily sulky if sees you ignoring his cute posts about you. that’s just how he is, and it doesn’t frustrate you one bit, because he just loves being the center of your world in exchange for treating you the center of his. that was the art of loving rafayel.

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