#artist reader

[ghibliwatcher]

If Kratos had a child who mostly draws | Kratos x teen reader (platonic)

God of War 4

He would always be curious to what you’re drawing, especially Mimir

Peers over your shoulder to see what you’re drawing this time (he’s praying that it would be him)

You would occasionally draw your family members every now and then, but you would mostly draw the environment surrounding you wherever you’re in

You and Atreus spend time with each other by drawing! (Literally just chilling at home and draw by the fire)

Atreus would try to draw you while you tried to do the same (he made you look goofy)

Whenever Kratos enters he would sometimes sees you and Atreus draw in silence

“[Name], Atreus, time for hunt—” Sees you and your brother drawing in your journals silently and looking focused

You would also draw Sindri, Brok, Mimir, and Freya too!

Sindri and Freya absolutely loves your work, while Brok huffs in pride that you drew him

Mimir will always be your number one model, since he can’t move around at all (it’s easy to sketch him too)

You also tried to draw your father smiling (which is a thing you can never look at ever again)

In short, Kratos enjoys seeing you draw. It brought comfort to him that you like to grasp the environment you’re in and settling that in your journal.

Whenever you’re sleeping, he sometimes steals your journal and looks at the sketches you’ve made

[partnerlesspansexual]

Art block

(Hobie Brown x GN!Artist!Reader)

(Synopsis: Art block is a bitch)

It's a pleasant evening on Earth-138, East London to be specific. The sky is clear, the air is crisp, and Spiderpunk (or Hobie Brown as you know him) is returning to his flat after a long day of spidey-work. It's certainly been a busy day to say the least, and all Hobie wants to do is strip off his suit, slip into something more comfortable (or not slip into anything at all if you're lucky, *wink,wink*), and chillax with his baby.

The moment he steps foot into your shared flat, however, his spidey-senses can tell that the vibes are off. Way off. He pulls off his mask, setting his beautiful wicks free from their spandex prison, and looks around the living room in an attempt to locate you. But after a few moments, he gives up and decides to call out to you instead.

"Y/N! Where are you, love?"

He yells, his rich voice echoing through the flat. A moment of silence passes, and Hobie's about to call out to you again, but before he does, he hears a long, pained groan come from your study. He puzzles as to what the matter is, before wandering over to your current location, wondering what on earth he's going to see when he opens the door.

But, like the gentleman he is, he knocks on the door to make sure he doesn't startle you.

"*knock,knock* Babes? You alright in there? Can I pop in"

He asks, genuine concern in his voice. You offer a half arsed

"Yeah"

In response. He slowly opens the door to see you sat in your office, face down on your desk, paint smeared all over your hands (with some having made its way into your hair), with the main light off and the little lamp on your desk acting as your only source of light; the mug and plate on your windowsill giving Hobie the impression that you have in fact been in here all day. To get a better look at you, he flicks the main light on, to which you respond by covering your face with your hands and whining.

"Hobie! Turn that sodding light off, it's too bright!"

You groan in displeasure as Hobie chuckles at your dramatic overreaction. He walks up behind you and gently places his rough, calloused hands on your soft shoulders, gently massaging them in an attempt to calm your scrambled brain. Your tense shoulders noticeably lower as you welcome his gentle touch, relaxing into his loving hands.

"What's the matter, love? Talk to me, ey?"

Hobie speaks softly into your ear as he gently strokes your hair. You slowly lift your head to reveal your paint splattered face, your eyebags having noticeably darkened.

"Before you say anything, I'm fully aware of how atrocious I look"

You chuckle at yourself before massaging your temple with your fingers, trying to ease the tension. Hobie's expression softens and he crouches down next to and brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face, before gently kissing your cheek.

"What's up, babes? Tell spidey-man what the problem is?"

Your cheeks flush a warm shade of pink as a smile widens across your face, loving every second you're with this wonderful man. Then you sigh and manage to explain the reason for your frustration and exhaustion in two simple words.

"Art block"

Hobie sighs in relief, glad to know that nothing too serious has happened. This isn't the first time you've encountered art block (and it certainly won't be the last), so Hobie knows how frustrating this can be for you.

"I'm sorry, babes. I know you hate it when this happens. What is it that you've been trying to draw anyw-"

Hobie peeks over your shoulder and is able to see what you've been creating all day. Numerous paintings and drawings of him are strewn across your desk, entire sheets of paper that you've dedicated to things as little as getting the tone of his skin just right, refusing to settle for anything but perfection.

"Oh, love. These are bloody gorgeous! I'm quite flattered"

He coos, his cheeks flushing a dark shade of red as he gives your shoulders a gentle, but affirming squeeze. You cover your face with your hands to hide your embarrassment.

"But they're not perfect"

You respond, your voice muffled by your hands. Hobie rolls his eyes at your response, takes your hands in his and slowly removes them from your face before bringing his face closer to yours, your noses barely touching as he locks his soulful brown eyes onto yours.

"Neither am I. But you love me just the same anyway, right?"

He asks genuinely. You rest your forehead against his, taking pleasure in the warmth that radiates from his skin.

"Of course"

You say softly as Hobie cups your face with his hands. You lean into them, reveling in the safety and security you feel whenever you're together.

"Then love your art the same way you love me. Can you do that for me, babes?"

You sigh and close your eyes, before opening them and smiling softly.

"I'll try, love. I promise"

(I genuinely have art block right now (and a cold) and it's making me want to curl up into a ball and die)

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

My Muse

Cardinal Copia x Artist!Reader

CW: SMUT, 18+, MDNI

The Cardinal catches his favorite Sister of Sin making some spicy art on her iPad, and smut ensues.

A request written for the lovely @mustluvecho 🌹 you are the best and deserve all the love in the world from our precious Cardinal, especially for the beautiful art you make of him!

Btw this is based on a real piece of art Echo made. I'll leave it up to her if she'd like to share 😉

Word Count: 2k

"...do you know what I mean, Sorella?"

Your beloved Cardinal continues to scribble away at something on his desk, absentmindedly rambling to you about his week, when he notices you haven't responded to him in several minutes. "Sorella?" He perks up, gazing across the room to find his favorite Sister of Sin perched on his bed, lost in her own little world as she whittles away at something on her iPad.

Silence falls over the room, except for the sound of your Apple Pencil quietly tapping the glass screen. Copia decides it's time to quit working for now anyway; it is the weekend after all, time to partake in the sin of sloth.

Letting out a sigh, the Cardinal stands, sauntering over to get a peek at your art. What he sees makes him flush a deep shade of red, coughing wildly to disguise his shock as if he were choking on something.

"Cardi, are you okay??!" you ask, concerned at his sudden outburst.

"Sì, Sorella! I am- I am fine!!" he says practically running to the kitchenette, "I was just going to make some tea, would you like some?!"

Surely your face showed your confusion, but you don't question it further, simply replying with your favorite tea flavor.

After a while, he re-enters the room, tray in hand with a pot of water and teacups.

"You're dressed nice," you remark at his button up shirt and slacks. It's not the full Cardinal get up, but you know that's pretty much what he wears underneath the cassock.

"Ah, yes. I had a meeting with Papa Terzo this morning," he responds, pouring water into the porcelain cups and plopping teabags in.

"Terzo? He got up early on Saturday for a meeting? Must've been important." You glance up at Copia momentarily in disbelief before returning to your drawing.

"I said I 𝘩𝘢𝘥 a meeting; I didn't say it happened," he deadpans, before you chuckle at the realization of what he meant. "I'm sure he had some Ghoul or fine Sorella occupying his short attention span." He rolls his eyes, drizzling a little honey into his teacup.

"Or both," you quip.

"Dirty girl," he mumbles under his breath, trying to hide the smirk on his lips. "May I sit?"

"You may, but it's pajamas only in this bed," you smirk back up at him.

"Oh, so you get to make the rules about what happens in my bed?" You love seeing him banter like this; he isn't always so confident around others, and it had taken a while for you to get him out of his shell.

"Well... I seem to recall you whispering in my ear about how I was your queen a few nights ago. Typically the queen makes the rules," you shrug.

He scrunches his nose at you playfully before going to change as you had requested. In the meantime you take a sip of your own tea, appreciating the way Copia always makes it just the way you like.

Returning in nothing but a pair of maroon sweatpants that leave little to the imagination, he asks, "Is this to your liking, amore mio?"

You look up from your artwork, admiring your muse standing at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips and expectant eyebrows raised. Smiling shyly, you still find yourself easily flustered by your lover, even after all this time. Gazing over his bare chest, dusted with brunette hair and marked with the sign of the Olde One, and then on up to his handsome visage with his well-groomed mustache and full sideburns, you nod your approval.

"Now, may I sit?" he repeats his earlier question.

You nod again, glancing back down at your tablet, but when you feel his hands on your shoulders, urging you to lean forward, you giggle, "What are you doing?!"

"Sorella," he grunts as he throws a leg behind you, flopping down on the mattress, "I am 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to offer you a more comfortable seating arrangement as well!"

His dramatic tone sets you off laughing, while he settles in comfortably behind you. Your Cardinal knows humor is one of the many ways to your heart, and, oh, how he desires to be someone that you care for. Finally, with his legs on either side of yours and his back against the headboard, he pulls your hips so you're placed squarely in front of him then tugs on your shoulders so you're lying back against his chest.

You stop and look up at him, trying to hide your chuckles.

"Well, we are comfortable now, sì? Go on, continue sketching," he dismisses you with a smirk, as if he hadn't just caused a scene trying to get in bed.

"Okayyy," you concede, still grinning as you return your iPad to your lap.

Now, the sketch you are working on is quite... steamy, to put it lightly. Your Cardinal had caught a glance at it earlier, but now he's settled in, your heat pressing against him as you work diligently.

From what he can tell from the lines on the digital page, it seems two lovers are deep in the throes of passion trying what he would describe as a rather... experimental position. Depicting a man laid back with his partner atop him, facing away and legs spread wide, the picture has heat rushing various places in Copia's body. First and foremost, the flush in his cheeks tells him he is feeling embarrassed or even guilty, like a young boy seeing a Playboy for the first time. But the stirring between his legs has him wanting to see more.

Carefully he peaks over your shoulder, watching the naughty display come to life before him. "S-so... Is, um, is that... you?" he asks softly, admiring the curves of the hips and breasts of the woman on screen.

You chuckle at the way his shy personality resurfaced, "Yes, see?" You pinch to zoom out, revealing your own likeness next to his, clearly blissed out.

"Is-is-is-is that 𝘮𝘦??" he stutters, shocked.

Turning to look over your shoulder at his bewildered expression, you pull him in for a sweet kiss, fingertips tickling at his jawline. "Of course it is, il mio Cardinale... I haven't been with anyone else since you."

Blushing at your admission, he tells you, "S-sì, I haven't either, amore." Just as you're about to turn your attention back to your art, he blurts out, "But... but we haven't done that before."

"Hmm?" you ask coyly.

"That--uhh--𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!" He points at the lovers intertwined. "The position... We haven't done that position before."

"Well, that's what art is for," you smile at him, "to explore the feelings we've had in the past, or maybe want to experience in the future..."

As you go back to your work, your lover finds his hands gripping your hips roughly as his head is reeling, the blood traveling south not helping his case. "Well... Wouldn't you like to," he grunts into the back of your neck, mustache tickling at the skin there, "work from a real life reference?" The buck of his hips into your backside accentuates his point.

You press the end of your stylus to your lips, trying to hide your excitement.

"I mean, we are already right here... We are practically in position as it is, cara mia," his suave manner sneaks forward again. With that, his hand sneaks down your front urging your legs aside.

"Copiaaa," you sigh as his fingers softly trace over your core through your silky pajama bottoms. Relaxing into his ministrations, your head rolls back, landing on his shoulder. His other hand snakes around your waist, holding you steady as he massages your breasts. Alternating rolling your nipples between his fingers, he knows he'll make you putty in his hands in no time at all.

"Sì, bella mia, what is it you want?" his voice hums low in your ear.

"You, Cardinal, I want you... I want 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴," you hold up your iPad to make your point before tossing it aside.

Without another word, he catches your lips against his in a heated kiss, mustache prickling at your upper lip as his tongue practically pries its way into your mouth. As if he's in some kind of rush, Copia's hands grip the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion. Miraculously, you manage to not break the kiss while kicking them off, and your Cardinal's hand returns right back to where it had been, earning a muffled groan from you as he teases your folds with his deft digits.

Unfortunately, it never lasts long enough as he's onto the next task of getting you propped up on your feet, knees bent as you hover over his lap as he squirms his way out of his own clothing.

"What's the rush?" you chuckle at your lover.

He pauses briefly, like a kid caught with his hand on the cookie jar, "Have you seen that drawing, Sorella?? I am in need of that immediately," he says with urgency, "You know very well how I am when I want something."

Another laugh leaves you, but it's cut short by Copia suddenly pulling you down on his aching cock. Gasping loudly at the stretch, your eyes go wide at first before fluttering closed at the sensation of his warmth pressed tightly against your fluttering walls.

He only offers you a brief moment to adjust before nudging your ass, urging you to move.

Rocking your hips lightly at first, you chide him, "Demanding, huh?" You smirk to yourself as you start to bounce up and down on his length, grateful for his strong hands helping you stay stable above him.

"S-so good, bella mia," he groans, "the angle is... delightful..."

You can hear just how affected he is. "Sounds like the party might be over before it even begins," you joke, laced with concern.

He glances up at you with a fire in his eyes before gripping the underside of your thigh firmly, taking control of your pace. "Just because the ride is short, Sorella, does not mean it won't be the time of your life," he grunts between thrusts.

The hand under your thigh causes you to lean just a bit to one side, making it easier to turn and look into his eyes as he impales your body on his girth. His other hand takes grip on your ribs, fingertips brushing at your breast, helping to push your weight up and drop you back down again. Wordless, you snake your fingers into his hair, jaw hung open in pure bliss as he slams that sweet spot within you over and over and over.

"Touch yourself," he commands, "touch yourself for me, amore."

You comply, hand slipping from his locks to tease the area where your bodies are conjoined, eyes squeezed shut as you hurdle towards the heights of your pleasure. The thing that sends you over the edge is his hot mouth dragging against your nipple, sucking it harshly.

"Cardi-" you choke out the nickname as your body shudders, clamping down on him as your legs tremble in his hands. "Cum- cum with me, Cardi!!!"

"I am, Sorella, I'm cumming," he nearly whines as you're filled with his warmth, mustering all his strength to not go limp right then and there as his cock swells inside you. Riding you through the waves of your shared orgasm, Copia then slips out of you before flopping you next to him against the pillows before slouching down himself, dragging in deep breaths.

Recovering a bit quicker than him, you curl up by his side with a giggle, "Are you okay, my Cardinal? I didn't break you, did I?"

Languidly, his gaze turns to you, still looking a little mind blown, "Well... My dick may well never be the same after that, but I think I'll be alright." He throws an arm over your waist, as you squeal at his crass remark. "Seriously, amore, you must keep making your art. I've never seen anything quite so... inspiring." He gives you a wink before pulling the sheets over your entangled forms.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Karasuno, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki and Nekoma:

Manager has an Art Exibit

Karasuno x GN! Manager; Shiratorizawa x GN!Manager; Inarizaki x GN! Manager; Nekoma x GN! Manager

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, light swearing

A/N: This is an Anon request

Karasuno

The most feral of the 4 teams

I think we all know this but just to reiterate

Literally, I don’t care if they know absolutely nothing about art

The fact is they all suddenly become FASCINATED by it just because their manager is into it

Asahi has the most appreciate, followed by Kiyoko and Yachi

When they first find out you are into Art, they demand to see what you do daily

Idk if you only added one line to a drawing or maybe planned a new piece of pottery

These boys will be so into it!

They will ask the same question daily which is “can you teach me YN?”

When you tell them you have an exhibit coming up, they don’t even ask if they are invited

They just assume 😌

If it’s at a fancy place, they were their school uniforms because it’s the nicest thing they own 🤣

Daichi reminds them to keep the volume to a minimum

Hinata tells Kageyama not to look at anything breakable because his face is ugly/scary enough to break it on site

The “iTs My FaCe AsShOlE” speech follows

Tsukki is actually semi interested and wanders around looking at the exhibits

Noya and Tanaka glare at everyone until they say how amazing your pieces are 🙄

Ennoshita tells you that he will forcefully remove them if needed

Suga actually asks detailed questions about your work and super interested

Hinata is forced to stay next to Yamaguchi so he doesn’t accidentally break anything

All in all, solid 20/10 support and 6/10 safety around breakable pieces 🥰

Shiratorizawa

The most regal of the teams

Literally they showed up, literally in suits YN

SUITS 🫡

Someone quick, take a picture for your memory wall 📱

Honestly they don’t talk about your art much because volleyball practice is for volleyball

But after practice, Semi, Reon and Tendou show the most interest

Semi is super into your style and is always looking at your sketches/ finished products

Reon and Tendou are just super supportive, giving feedback and wanting to learn more

Ushijima doesn’t say anything BUT he is totally listening and storing away everything you say

Goshiki, well Goshiki tries 😅

He wants to know more but the boy doesn’t have a creative bone in his body

He is the definition of a “super volleyball idiot”

Shirabu and Kawanishi don’t really understand art but they still encourage you none the less

At your exhibit, they all walk the floor together

Like a flock of birds 😂

One of them moves and they others follow

They only mingle with you and keep a close eye on your work

Literally they don’t want anyone messing with all the hard work you’ve put in

You’ll talk with them about what you’ve done and that’s when Ushijima surprises you

“I see you used the light purple over the dark purple Yn, that was an excellent move.”

The team 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁️⭕️👁️🖐🏻

You 👉🏻🥹

These boys adore you so much YN, solid 10/10!

Inarizaki

Kita puts it on the board in the teams locker room

“YN’s art exhibit at 7pm TUESDAY NIGHT! Show up or I’ll make sure you get benched!” -Kita ❤️

That message was meant for one person and one person only

And I think we all know who 👀

*cough* ATSUMU *cough*

It’s not that Atsumu doesn’t support you, it’s just that his brain really only functions on volleyball

Kita and Aran will use every change they get to hype up your art work

Omimi suggests they use it in volleyball somehow

Even if it’s pottery or creative writing, they find a way

Akagi is super interested in what you do, always asking questions

Suna sits by you while you work, you have an unspoken relationship of just silent co-existence

He’s super peaceful 😌

Ginjima is a hype man, literally show him your new work and he will scream your praises

Osamu and you both encourage each other in your chosen talents

You taste his creations and give feedback and he critics your art

He’s an honest boy and we support it!

Riseki, our sweet baby, just loves supporting you because it makes you smile

At the exhibit, they honestly act semi normal

Atsumu and Osamu promised not to fight

Suna and Ginjima stood in between Samu and Sumu so they DIDNT fight

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi are all like ridiculously interested in art

Like they talk to you about all the exhibits and point out their favs

Riseki kind of stands there, awkward but he tries

Sumu compares art to volleyball and how he’s basically the artist of the team

Samu tells Sumu that volleyball is a sport, not an art which leads to fighting

Which then leads to Suna and Gibjima having to take the children home early

Solid 10/10 moral support but they might cause you a lot of stress 😅

Nekoma

I’m calling it, best team for Art Exibit support goes to Nekoma 🏆

Literally they are the most calm of all of the teams here and definitely beyond supportive

Literally YN, they worship the ground you walk on

So when they find out you are into Art, oh lord

They bug you non-stop to show them what you’re doing

Kuroo doesn’t even need to remind them you have an exibit, they just show up

Kai and Yaku are your support system, giving feedback and helping you carry things and organize everything

Yamamoto is security, hype man and literally #1 Yn simp

Kenma thinks your art is awesome and you’re one of the only people he talks to regularly

Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka literally adore you so much and want to know everything about your art

Fukunaga, a fellow artist but with words, literally always knows just the thing to say to cheer you up

And Kuroo talks about how you are the carbohydrates that fuel the team 😂

Because he would and we all know it

At your exhibit, they are the first to show up and the last to leave

Kenma might sneak off and play a game or two

But the rest are super interested

Kai takes photos, if allowed, and posts them in the teams group chat

Yaku will discuss every single exibit with you

Kuroo stands around like a proud dad 😂

Lev critics things because he’s an honest boy even thought he knows nothing about art

Inuoka and Shibayama literally just gawk at you because you are so cute when you are happy

Yamamoto is alot like Tanaka and Noya but a tiny bit tamer

Fukunaga takes notes on what he wants to talk to you about later when he finally gets to discuss your art with you

100/10 support

[normal-internet-user]

Can I request the 2018 turtles w a artist reader who’s just obsessed w art. Like to the point where it’s always brought up at some point during a long convo and if u enter their room u just see it littered w art supplies and paintings they made + 50 sketchbooks

Bonus points if they’re also just as obsessed with music

Ty also I’ve been eating up ur writing for DAYS it’s so good ldmdkjdoshf /pos

AHAKWJEB THANK YOU YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW EXCITED I GET WHEN PEOPLE SAY THEY LIKE MY WRITING-

2018 BOYS AND AN ARTIST READER:

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Holy shiz you and Mikey are artist BESTIES-

Always hanging out and sketching each other and anyone else in the immediate area.

Also minor major vandalism.

If spray paint isn't your thing, you're in charge of the tunes.

Your chaotic mess has Donnie in a whirlwind everytime he see's your room.

Always asking how you can even find anything.

You just shrug and say something like, "I just can."

You guys bond over your mutual love for music though,

Jam sessions are like a ritual between the two of you.

Leo's always asking you to draw/sketch him in quote unquote, "Awsome poses".

He's such a fuckin' dork /aff.

And he likes to flip through your sketch books when yall hang out if you'll let him.

Raph is constantly complementing your art like the big brother he is.

Asks if he can hang some of them up next to Mikey's,

Even keeps some art peices in his room.

Whenever he hangs one up he always steps back and looks at it like a proud dad.

They love your art, and are very vocal about it, always complimenting it lolzies!

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I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO FINISH THIS BUT HERE-

[kaygee-doodles]

How would the boys react to seeing drawings of them? To quick sketch of them like horror cooking, killer training, or error making a doll . to full piece of the boys like dust sleeping peacefully on the couch curl up in a blanket, or a drawing of nightmare and him in the library, being relaxed, checking out some books. just some all rounded drawings of them in fancy clothes (to some of them in a maid dress.) It really just them living their life, and all of the drawings are just pouring out with love. Would the boys tell the reader or would they keep a secret but try to get the reader to draw them more. Would they try to draw the reader to show their love to?

The pictures would be pride of place on the fridge (especially the maid ones), and in their rooms. Killer might see you sketching and 'french girl' for you, but for the most part they'll let you do the thing.

But they'll want a lot of the finished products. Not really to look at, but to feel the loving intent from...and maybe be smug about a particularly good one.

Drawing isn't a way they show they care, but perhaps they'll step up the affection in other ways

[sonufabitchhhhh]

Metal Family - Dee x Reader

Your Secret’s Out and the Best Part is it isn’t Even a Good One

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Summary (Request 1): HEY UH CAN U WRITE A DEE FANFIC WITH A S/O THAT CAN DRAW REALLT GOOD AND ONE DAY SHE LEAVES HER SKETCHBOOK AT DEES HOUSE AND HE SEES THAT THERES PICTURES OF HIM IN IT? - @ilovesillycats

(Request 2): maybe dee takes y/n somewhere, like maybe to a park and asks her on a date! >:3 - @katdragon1915

Masterlist

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Y/n and Dee were practically inseparable. Everyone knew this; it was hard not to know this when they're always by each other's side.

They had plenty in common, and y/n's sweet nature naturally balanced out Dee's sarcasm.

However, while Dee was more the brains, y/n was more the artist. Dee would help y/n with homework and assignments when they'd study together, but though she always had it with her, he was never allowed to see her sketchbook.

Dee had seen some of y/n's art, when she'd been sketching random pieces in the art rooms at school for example. But she was very protective over most of her work. If ever he saw she was sketching, Dee would always try to sneak a peek. If she didn't move, or gave him more space to look, that was his permission, but if she held her work closer, Dee knew to back off.

The only thing Dee couldn't understand was why she wouldn't let him see most of her work. He'd seen some of her pieces, why couldn't he see the others. He knew her art was brilliant, he always made sure to compliment her on her skills. So why?

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"What are you drawing?" Dee asked mindlessly, as y/n drew in her sketchbook next to him while they hung out at his place.

They're time together would often go like this: the two listening to music on Dee's bed, while they chatted about anything and everything, and y/n would draw her secretive artwork.

"That's for me to know, and you to inconclusively wonder about." Y/n replied with a smile, knowing it was killing him to find out.

"Uggghhh! C'mon y/n! You know I love your work, there's nothing you could show me that I wouldn't like."

"Who said you liking it is the problem?" Y/n paused her movements to stare at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"Then why can't I see?" Dee propped himself up a bit more, thinking he was closing in on an answer.

"Well... that's for me to know, and you-"

"Alright! I get it!" Dee huffed while y/n laughed musically.

The two went back to their mindless conversation until y/n had to leave.

-

It was late in the evening, long after y/n had left, when Dee saw it. Y/n's sketchbook. She had taken her case of pencils, but she must've forgotten to take the sketchbook along with it.

Dee had spent the better part of an hour after this discovery, trying to decide whether to look through it or not.

He was desperate to know what was in there, but was it worth violating her privacy? Then again, she would never have to know. But he wants her to show him her work, willingly. He wants to watch her explain each line, and feature to him like she has with so many other works. But if she never knows about him looking through it, there's still time for that...

With that final thought, he cracked the book open slightly, the worn cover, and untethering spine holding together so many pages. With just the smallest amount open, he could see smudges of pencil around the edges of the pages from where she'd shaded drawings and gotten pencil on her hands, later to rub off on the outer edges of the page.

With a deep breath, he fully opened the book to a random page. He had no idea what to say to what he was met with.

A beautifully drawn picture of himself was sitting on the page. He had no idea when it was from, but he was looking off somewhere, smiling sincerely. He must've been with her at the time to be smiling so pleasantly.

The way she'd drawn him, each line, each gradient, perfectly brought out his best features. He liked the way he looked in this drawing better than he'd ever liked the look of himself in any mirror or photo.

He somewhat reluctantly turned the page, but was pleasantly surprised when he saw another drawing of himself, somehow even better than the last.

Dee flipped through pages for a long time, taking the care to admire the ever present skill in each sketch.

After a while, he came to a drawing and realised that it was of him today, as he had sat on his bed next to y/n, like so many other of the drawings, yet still different. Sure enough, there was no drawing on the next page. So this is what she had been drawing this whole time. Why she wouldn't let him see. Was she embarrassed? Did this make him her muse? Either way, all he wanted to do was tell her he loved each and every piece, for they truly reflected her skill, and brought out a beauty in him that he thought he wouldn't ever be able to see in anything other than her art. He doesn't understand how she's able to see it and capture it.

But he knows he can't tell her what he saw. It would only prove that he betrayed her trust and looked through the art she was so protective of. But would it be worth it to assure her it's ok?

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The next day y/n and Dee went to the local park, which was pretty dead, as per usual. Dee had insisted on going somewhere different for a change.

The two had been sitting at the swings, talking for a while. It was peaceful. But Dee seemed... skittish.

"Hey Dee?" Y/n asked sweetly. With an indicating hum as response, she continued. "Are you alright? You seem a little on edge today."

A momentary look of inner turmoil crossed his face, but was gone before y/n could process, leaving her wondering if she'd truly seen it. "I'm fine. I almost forgot, you, uh.. left this at my place yesterday." Dee stated plainly while handing over her sketchbook from his bag.

"Oh my god, I didn't even notice it was gone!" Y/n had a look of horror on her face, as if she'd abandoned a dear friend and they were scowling at her for it. "I wasn't going to bring it with me today 'cause I didn't think there'd be much space to draw in the park."

Y/n cradled the sketchbook close to her chest and smiled at Dee gratefully. Dee loved that smile. Maybe she should forget her belongings more often.

"Anyway, there was something I wanted to-" Dee began speaking, with an air of nervousness around him, but was abruptly interrupted by y/n.

"Wait!" Y/n spoke with dread in her tone. "Did you... did you look in my sketchbook?"

Dee saw the look of pure fear on her face, and his heart melted at the thought of her being so afraid of him seeing her art. It was so beautiful, how could she be so scared of him seeing it?

He debated lying for a moment, to preserve her feelings and give her the chance to show him her work in her own time. But then he thought enough is enough. She was going to hear acceptance from him whether she liked it or not.

With a deep breath and an attempt at a calm demeanour, Dee addressed her concerns. "I did look in your sketchbook," he began, and hurriedly continued at the flash of concern on her face, "but I thought your drawings were incredible!"

Y/n took a moment to reply. Was he lying to make her feel better? Was he secretly creeped out at all the drawings of him?

"But what about all of the drawings of... we'll, of you?" Y/n asked fearfully. "Aren't you.. freaked out that I drew so many?"

"Of course not!" Dee reassured.

Dee wasn't really the type to say sweet affirmations, or even to just be generally nice, but y/n was always an exception. He would say all the nice things in the world about y/n.

"I loved every drawing in that book. You're so, so talented, and the only thing that surprised me was the fact that you wanted to draw me!" Dee blushed slightly at that, wondering (hoping) that maybe she liked staring at his features. Maybe she liked drawing him because she thought he was worthy of being her art. Maybe she liked him too.

"Well of course I want to draw you, Dee." Y/n blushed a cute shade of pink, and smiled sweetly. "You're so pretty Dee, and honestly, I could simply never get sick of drawing you. Especially when you smile." Dee blushed scarlet at her words, at a loss for what to say to such a genuine compliment.

A moment of silence passed between them, neither knowing what to say.

"Y/n?"

Y/n hummed slightly in reply, anticipation rising for what he would say.

"Would you, maybe, I dunno, want to... go out some time? With me?" Dee asked, a nervous wreck.

With her wits slightly returning at the confirmation that Dee actually liked her back, y/n officially decided to be a smartass. "Isn't that kind of what we're doing?"

"Oh you know what I mean!" Dee huffed with a dramatic groan, blushing endlessly at her decision to tease him.

Y/n smiled like an idiot. "I'd love to, Dee."

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A/N: omg I'm so ridiculously sorry for how long it's been! Especially since it's been literally forever since I received those requests! I've had serious writers block recently, especially for Dee cos I've been thinking about other fandoms, but I'm back! And I'm hoping I can try and get more fics out, or at the very least start a few. Again, super sorry! Hope you all enjoyed, please let me know any feedback or requests!

Hope you have a great day/night,

~ SonofaBeach

[forusomimiya]

Hi! Hello! Love your work btw, hope you doing well.

Just wanted to ask if you could do a digital artist!vtuber!reader x Timeskip!Suna? It's totally k if you don't want to. And the plot is that reader is doing a 'draw with me' stream and Suna comes in and the fans go crazy over it?

Please and thank you. Oh! And if possible can I be tagged?

No, being an artist does not imply having to sell your life to work. You didn't want a life like that, full of obligations, commitments or a life that depended only on your followers. You wanted a healthy, strong, familiar community, where you were at ease and where your work was positively valued by all those who followed you.

Your first job spread like wildfire on social networks, hence your number of followers went up weekly, including followed by artists you really admired, something that helped you design more often and inspire you better. Later and without much thought, you decided to open an account on a digital platform where your content could help you receive income. Income that would help you with your future studies and material improvement.

<<What if you do weekly streams?>>

<<What?>> his words surprised you.

<<Yes, this way you can be closer to your followers and you can draw with them or talk about whatever you want. Like a closer get-together>>

<<Hmm, I hadn't even thought about that….>>

<<Well>> Suna turned to you after putting his phone on the bedside table and looked at you. <<I'm sorry to tell you that even though I'm hooked to my cell phone like a complete idiot most of the day, I'm still thinking about you and how to make you happier>>

<<Aww that´s so sweet Rinnie!>>

<<Yeah yeah go to sleep>> your pouting earned you a kiss on the forehead, with happiness welling up in your chest. The next day, you were already proposing the idea on twitter, and three months later you were still there, another morning meeting with your followers.

"So…" you remained silent, concentrated, going over the silhouette with a thicker pencil, changing colors, textures, adding light to the design… "This would be more or less the result, although some things need to be polished. You like it?" you explained showing the tablet to the camera and stopping to read the chat. You couldn't help but smile as you read comments from people complimenting your design or thanking you for being able to share it with them. "I'm so glad" you danced in your chair and rolling up your arms again, you went back to the task.

A sound outside the room startled you. Thinking nothing of it, you went back to your work until you heard a second knock closer to the door.

"Sorry guys, maybe it's my cat having one of his schizophrenic attacks" self convinced you were distracted again until the creak of the door opening caught you again. That "cat" almost six feet tall, holding a cup of what appeared to be tea by the smell, with tousled locks sticking out of his head and hooded eyes from possible lack of sleep after the previous night's game, wearing greyish old sweatpants shorts, and no shirt (error), entered the room almost stumbling until he approached you and appeared in the camera.

You didn't have time to slow down what was going to happen next.

"morning everyone" you should to ask him to leave because you didn't want anyone to see him, but you were lost in how beautiful he was even just waking up, thus remembering how much you loved him and shrinking him into a little man you wanted to cradle and care for in your arms right then and there.

Stupefied not knowing what to do, he smiled at you half asleep offering you the cup of tea, followed by a kiss on the forehead and a "don't forget to eat something" before turning back to the camera. "Be nice with her" he pointed his finger at the screen and promptly disappeared.

The chat was completely on fire.

12:56 👑teird0ll: EHAT WAS THAT 😳😳

12:56 edkillz: WHAT THE FJDKEDKLWSN

12:56 ⚜️alongthestar: EXCYSE ME!!??!

12:56 🔹👑yucutie_: nice cat

12:56 bluberriepies: RINTARO FUCKING SUNA AAAAAHHHHHHHH

12:56 m!lktea: think I’m gonna die for a while 🫠

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: oh

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: my

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: godness

12:56 dark__sun: NO WSY GUYS 😱

12:56 bbyitsyurs: I KNEW IT

12:56 👑dab4deeim: you two are so cute IM GONNA CRY 😭💕

12:56 ⚜️🔹okaaayletsgo: I think you have something to tell us 🤨

12:56 🔹yodel-ay-hee-hoo: I screamed and my mother came running into my room 👍🏻

The situation was so uncontrollable, you could only allow yourself to laugh and watch your boyfriend vacate the room as he disappeared down the hallway in the distance leaving you there, dumbfounded and with hundreds of fans demanding explanations.

An exception was made that morning: putting aside the tablet to make way for the story of how you and Rintaro Suna met, by an absolute majority vote.

Okay I’m just like AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Freaking out thinking of Suna standing there next to you, bare torso, slightly marked abs, (because he is thin and not a very muscular man), the long veins marked from his forearm to the back of his hands, disheveled hair, marks from the sheets on his back, just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thanks to @hannenomi for this idea, and I'm sorry it took me so long to write it. The best thing is that here it is!!! Hope you like it cutie 🥺🩵

[froottalks]

Shadows of Desire - Wanda Maximoff x male reader (Part 1)

[summary: reader is an artist and wanda is an owner of a bookshop, when their fates intertwine upon a chance meeting, something intimate begins to bloom between them, even as secrets about the reader begin to unravel.]

Masterlist

Part 1 - Enchanted Obsession

New York City's heartbeat echoed through its streets, a symphony of lights and shadows. Amidst the urban labyrinth stood "Whimsy Pages," a quaint bookshop owned by the beguiling Wanda Maximoff. Her laughter was a siren's call, a melody that beckoned souls from all walks of life.

(Y/n), a painter of enigma and shadows, entered her world with an unspoken yearning. Behind his cold exterior lay a curiosity that whispered of death and blood, a fascination he couldn't escape. Wanda's magnetic aura drew him like gravity, and every stolen glance fed the fire that raged within.

Their first encounter was brief, but it left an indelible mark on (Y/n). Wanda's eyes, a stormy blue that mirrored the depths of the ocean, met his inquisitive gaze. "Find something intriguing?"

He nodded, his voice a low rumble. "Words have a way of revealing secrets."

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n)'s silent visits grew more frequent. Every stolen smile, every casual conversation, stirred a desire he couldn't contain. His passion for his art, fueled by the darkness within, felt tamed by Wanda's presence.

One evening, as the bookshop closed its doors to the world, (Y/n) found himself alone with Wanda amidst the shelves. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, and their conversation flowed as effortlessly as the wine.

"You're unlike anyone I've met," Wanda said, her fingers brushing against his.

He studied her, his gaze intense. "And what do you see?"

Wanda leaned closer, her lips a breath away from his. "A mystery... waiting to be unraveled."

"Doesn't it scare you?" He asked quietly, trying to keep himself from drowning in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

She looked back at him with a fiery intensity that matched his own even as she replied in an equally quite whisper that he would have missed if not for hanging onto her every word, "...No."

The air between them crackled with an electric passion, but (Y/n)'s possessive nature was a steady undercurrent. He imagined claiming her, making her his in every sense of the word. But he reigned in his darker desires, for now. Someone as exquisite as her deserved, to be treated as such.

The city's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with (Y/n)'s pulse as he returned to his studio that night. The canvas before him was a blank slate, waiting to be painted with the emotions that roiled within him.

But as his brush touched the canvas, it was Wanda's image that emerged, her eyes filled with curiosity and an undeniable allure.

Thoughts of her— none of them innocent, far from it in fact, filled his head as he slowly dipped the brush in the pain can.

He painted her with reverence, each stroke a declaration of his obsession. The red hues he used mirrored the passion that consumed him whenever he was near her. But as the image took form, so did his possessiveness, a need to claim her as his and his alone intensifying.

{Part 2}

[cyber-streak-2]

mtmte rodimus, brainstorm, ultra magnus or skids headcanons over their cybertronian s/o who prefers to make art and isn’t super skilled in combat? ty - 💙

I tried my best with this one, so I hope it’s fine. I also only did two, since I couldn’t think of stuff for the other(s).

(IDW1/MTMTE) Rodimus & (IDW1/MTMTE) Brainstorm with a Cybertronian S/O who loves art+isn’t great at combat:

Rodimus

{He notices how you aren’t so good at combat way before you two got together. Rodimus will always attempt to keep you safe.}

{You, very quickly, get two Rodimus Stars from him. One, for drawing (in general+your skills). Two, your attempts at combat- whether it was during an actual fight, or just training. You’re doing good enough.}

{Rodimus can’t help it and repeatedly comes for you for drawings- mainly of himself, but occasionally other things. Of course, you draw it all for your Conjunx.}

{He’ll show off your drawings to the others, mainly Drift, Ultra Magnus, and Megatron. “Look at my Conjunx did :)”}

{You’re the one who gets Rodimus Stars the most out of the crew- for your drawings (especially ones that he’s requested), trying your best with any kind of combat... being his Conjunx, etc.}

Brainstorm

{He knew of your skills of fighting+your skills with art, but never actually saw anything you’ve drawn until you started showing it to him. The first thing you showed him was a drawing of you, him, and Perceptor- all holding servos.}

{He showed it to Perceptor pretty quickly.}

{Since you aren’t that great at fighting, Brainstorm also wants to keep you safe if you’re around during a battle- he hates the idea of losing you, too.}

{He actually decides to make inventions to help you out. Some actually doing the fighting for you, some simply keeping you protected (one being like the phase shifter), etc. It’s just up to you if you’d wanna use any of them.}

[nyctorune]

Izumi Sena & Leo Tsukinaga x a messy, messy gn!artistic reader

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Synopsis: How would Izumi and Leo act with a partner who’s a tragically messy artist with extra messy on the side.

Tw? Unless you find fluff and pretend constant disappointment absolutely mortifying, there’s none!

Author note: I’ve fallen down the bottomless pit of Knights yet again and now i’m writing x reader fanfic to quell my depressing thirst for fictional idols. I don’t think the bible approves of me guys-

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- Izumi Sena -

- Oh great, ANOTHER Leo. At least you’re not running around at the dead of night getting lost and losing your phone…. Right? RIGHT?!?

- He loves you! He does! It’s just… When he sees the remains of your 3AM artist mayhem it just makes him question everything. Just a bit.

- The sketchbooks… The loose paper… The pens, pencils, and markers all over the place… God it haunts him in his dreams. I mean, how does a marker make it behind the GOD DAMNED PILLOWS?!? HELLO?!?!

- Has seriously considered buying restraints. Don’t test him… He will. (must we remember his Makoto moment…?)

- He thinks it’s stupid that you trash so much art. You’re going to suffocate your trashcan with all that beautiful messy art.

- And don’t think you can get away with digital art!! He’s seen your file names!!! Disgusting. How do you even manage to find anything? You don’t? Explains a lot.

- It doesn’t matter where you crash, as you’ll always find yourself back in bed with all your tasmanian devil destruction cleanly put away.

- He always makes sure you get enough sleep, enough to eat, and plenty to drink. And don’t go slouching around like an idiot! It’ll ruin that pretty pretty appearance of yours… Seriously, SOOOO annoying.

- When you show him your recent art piece that has survived Hurricane Y/N, he smiles, just a bit. Butttt like the tsundere he is he quickly covers it up and says your eyes are just playing tricks. You draw too much. Go to sleep before he has to go through the hassle of getting you glasses!!!

- What’s that? You want to know his opinion? Well, of course you do! He is the MOST qualified person for this. He is a model after all~~ He gives you a healthy balance of compliments and criticism. He knows what getting crappy criticism is like, and he never wants you to experience that too. Especially from him.

- Once you’ve left, he smiles and admires your work. He loves it! It doesn’t matter if it’s the next Picasso masterpiece or not, it was made by you and that’s special. He really wants to see where your art goes, and he will stop at nothing to make sure that becomes a reality.

- Leo Tsukinaga -

- Crazy artist two, electric boogaloo.

- The team rocket theme plays when the two of you are seen together.

- “PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!”

- Leo is genuinely SO happy he’s with you. Seriously. He’s never letting you go. Forget Anzu when he has YOU! :D His best, most beautiful muse!

- Naru walks into your shared room with Leo, it’s literally all paper and various stationary. She can’t even see you two!! She sighs and closes the door, she can’t take this much longer….

- Leo sees your art, and he glows. Like, LITERALLY glows. (god applied glow ink to him for 1800 seconds.)

- Your art just makes him so happy and giggly. He’s already hugging you and bouncing up and down like no tomorrow.

- Sometimes, he sees music in your art. Like, both figuratively and literally. There are now at least 20 songs that have come from the back of your sketchbook and 20 more that was written i n your sketchbook.

- If you were to EVER degrade your art in any fashion, well, Leo will get very grumpy. And whiny. And clingy. He’s NOT leaving your side and he will NOT shut up until you agree that all your art is beautiful and you’re super talented and super attractive and amazing and funny and- it never ends…

- There have been multiple instances where all the idols in Ensemble Square have found washed up and stranded pages filled with doodles and music notes. They’re just… not even surprised. They’ve even made a competition from it!

- Whoever finds the most abandoned children of the artistic mayhems ™️ gets *idk insert something that sounds appealing i can’t think of anything.*

- Now, if you decide to come with Leo to Florence, well…. Hell hath no fury like an Izumi annoyed. Buttttt that’s another story for another time ;)

I hope yall enjoyed my little head cannons for my favorite two idiots. If any of you wanna request then please check my pinned post! Have a good rest of the next 12 hours :)

[shadecrux]

On The Wing - Chapter 3

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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femaleartist!reader

°•★Rating: NSFW

°•★Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, first time, oral sex, piv, unprotected sex, pet names(doll), teasing, praise, consent checks

°•★ Words: 1990

°•★ Notes: I hope everyone has been enjoying so far!! Back with another installment, this time with smut~! If there's anything I didn't tag but should have please let me know and I'll add

~All writing unless otherwise noted is my own. Please do not post or reupload my work to other websites without my express consent. I do not consent for my fics to be used in AI creations. I do not own any of the characters featured in my works unless they are stated to be OCs.~

All of my fanworks are intended for adults aged 18 and up only! Minors please DNI. 

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Home among these mountaintops 

Can seem so awfully dull 

A thousand miles from the tide 

Put photos on the walls 

Of new york shopping malls 

Distract me so I stay inside 

After your reminiscence had brought you to tears that evening, you had put the photos away, safe in the drawer of your bedside table. Close enough to touch, but hidden from sight - it seemed to be an apt metaphor for the way you felt about that weekend. It had been years, but you had never forgotten it, never forgotten him.  He was the one that got away, and after him, no one else you met seemed right.

You had been on plenty of dates. Men, women, other... You never had too much trouble meeting folk, it seemed. Some you even saw once or twice. One or two you had promised to keep in touch with. You hadn’t though, and were alright with keeping it that way. Everything and everyone else seemed to dull in comparison to his shine - and you had no earthly idea how to find him again. 

It wasn’t as though your life had been all bad, during those years. You had seen dozens of new places, logged thousands of miles into your travels, circling the globe several times over, though not necessarily in a straight line. But there always felt like there was something off… like you were missing a piece of yourself. You knew it was the piece of your heart that you had left with him, in Brooklyn - and you tried to fill it. But you were never quite able to - nothing else fit right in that space that he so expertly carved out of you. 

Days passed, and then weeks, and you fell into a simple enough routine. You had managed to find a half-decent job, doing construction work for a small business that did a lot of maintenance on the homes and businesses of the town. The work was hard, but the pay was good, and your coworkers were friendly enough. Sometimes you’d go out to the local watering hole to share a beer or few with them and had friendly conversations with townsfolk as you went about your days, but you never fully felt like you belonged.

You were just… a little different, in a way that didn’t fit with small-town living.

After one particularly grueling day, long hours dealing with a client who clearly took your male colleagues more seriously than you, struggling with loneliness you returned home and collapsed onto your bed, arms wrapped around that stupid unicorn plush Bucky had won you all those years ago.

You had pulled him out after only a few days in this new town, needing something to hold on to, some reminder of better days…

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The cab ride back to your hotel felt like it couldn’t be over fast enough, the charge between the two of you palpable. It was all you could do to keep your hands off of him, and based on his strained expression and unusual quietness it seemed as though he was feeling the same way.

Upon arrival at the hotel, you had practically sprinted through the doors and to the elevator, and the moment the doors were closed he had you crowded against the wall, his lips on yours, hungry and insistent.

Miraculously the two of you managed to make it back into your room, stepping out of your still slightly soggy shoes and kicking them in a direction.

“Is this alright?” He murmured as his hands trailed over your body, tracing your curves, his touch sending rolling waves of heat flooding through you.  “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay?”

“I will, but please… don’t stop.”

Bucky groaned in response, tugging you sharply against him, letting you feel the hardness now tenting his jeans.

Your thighs collided with the side of the bed - how long had the two of you been moving backward? And with a low, desperate sound you fell back onto it, dragging him down with you, not willing to be parted from him for even a moment.

Bit by bit clothing was removed, Bucky lovingly exploring each new expanse of skin with hand and mouth, until you were left in nothing but a soft bra and cloth pair of panties, already notably stained from arousal.

“This all for me?” He asked with a low hum, dipping his head between your legs to wrap his lips over your sex, breathing in the scent of your arousal as his tongue swiped over your clothed core.

“Fuuuck, doll-” He moaned against you, his hot breath on your core making you squirm and whimper.

“I need to taste you…”

“Please…” you murmured in response, and Bucky was all too happy to oblige you. His thumbs hooked around your panties and slid them down and off, kissing his way back up your thigh until his face was hovering mere inches away from where you most needed his touch.

“You’re so beautiful… every inch of you…” He murmured while spreading you open, watching you unfold for him before dragging his tongue along the seam of your sex and suctioning his mouth over your clit.

You keened then, head falling back, hips snapping against his mouth as pleasure overtook you. He rumbled approvingly against your skin, using one hand to grip your hip and hold you in place as you squirmed while the other made its way up your thigh, two fingers now teasing at your entrance.

“Still okay?” He asked softly, pulling up for air for only a moment.

“Yes… god yes.” You whined.

“Mmm, good…”

He dove back in, sliding his fingers inside of you and curling them upward, finding your spongy pad of flesh and rubbing them in circles, rocking his hand against it as he sucked your now swollen clit back into his mouth.

It wasn’t long before you felt pressure building up inside of you, little jolts of lightning running up and down your spine and you knew you couldn’t hold it back much longer.

“Bucky, I’m close. I-I’m gonna-”

“Let go sweetheart - let go and come for me.”  He groaned, and the low tone of his voice sent you over the edge. His hands and mouth never stopped moving, drawing out your orgasm, lapping up as much of your arousal as he could.

He came up with a grin, his chin dripping with you, pupils blown with lust.

Then you were tugging him up toward you, crashing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue as your hands flew to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his waist allowing his cock to spring free of its confines, tip already glistening with precum.

Bucky pulled back, panting, his expression strained.  “If this keeps going, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to stop myself, and I don’t have a rubber on me.”

“Ah, shit-” you groaned, knowing you didn’t have any either. But you were only meant to stay in the city another day or two, at most. Who knew if you would get another chance to see him?”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah…” He huffed. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

You on birth control?”

“Yeah, implant.”

“Risk it?”

“Risk it…”

It was all Bucky needed to hear.  He kicked his pants off and tugged you toward him, lining your hips up with his. His length pressed against you as he leaned forward, sliding his hands underneath you to unclasp your bra and toss it aside, baring you fully for him.

You rocked your hips against his, covering him with your arousal, the look of pure need on his face making your insides clench around nothing.

“How the hell did I get so lucky?” He exhaled, a low sound of pleasure rumbling in his chest as he began to push inside of you, your tight heat wrapping around him like a vice.  “How is a beautiful dame like you interested in a guy like me?”

“Are you kidding?” You gasped, angling your hips to take more of him, legs wrapping around his waist tugging him closer, wanting to feel him bottomed out inside of you. “You’re probably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. Funny, intelligent, kind…”

Your next words were stolen as he rocked forward, sheathing himself inside of you, taking hold of your legs to wrap them more tightly around his waist.

“God you’re tight - This isn’t too much is it?” his voice was impossibly strained. “Am I hurting you?”

“No… no it doesn’t hurt at all, Bucky, please.” you whimpered, feeling the entire shape of him, some deranged part of you quietly grateful you didn’t have condoms on hand.

“I think I like hearing you beg…” he murmured, placing an elbow on either side of your head and leaning down to brush his lips over yours, small, tender kisses as he began to move, sliding out of you a few inches before pushing back in, beginning a slow, loving rhythm.  

“Ahh… then fuck me, please-” your voice was little more than an exhalation of breath, rocking against hip, rolling your hips up so every thrust had him pressing against your gspot. “Please Bucky, I need you-”

It was all you had to say to shatter the last of his resolve. He was trying to go slow and let you adjust to his size, but your heated words made that all but impossible, and he began to thrust against you in earnest, and soon the wet slaps of your lovemaking and your combined sounds of pleasure were resonating through the room.  There were no more words, only your bodies moving against one another, hungry mouths and hands, the way your body jumped each time his hips met yours.

You could feel him growing harder inside of you, the movement of his hips growing erratic as he neared his end.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he huffed.

“Don’t you fucking dare-” came your reply, and Bucky responded by sliding an arm beneath your hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, his other hand diving between your bodies to squeeze and rub at your clit determined to bring you along with him.

He shattered with your name on his lips, cock twitching as rope after rope of his seed painted your insides. The sensation set off some sort of chemical reaction in your brain that dragged you over the edge with him, the pleasure so blinding that the corners of your vision went black.

Time seemed to lose all meaning, the pair of you swimming in ecstasy, never stopping in your heated dance until his legs were shaking and your abdominal muscles gave out, and he collapsed on top of you, keeping most of his weight on his arms and burying his face in your neck.

“Wow…” he sighed, once he had found his voice again.

“Wow is right…” 

You lay there, tangled up in each other until the sweat began to cool on your bodies, and with a groan he slid out of you, a trickle of warmth flooding out behind him, coating your thighs in his spend.

“We should clean up and rest - we’re gonna have a busy day tomorrow.”  He smirked.

“A busy day doing what?” you murmured, already missing the fullness of him inside of you.

“Anything we want.  Though I did sort of ruin your shoes - maybe a bit of shopping?”

“Mmm… anything sounds good right now as long as you’re included.”

He cleaned you up before you slept, and the two of you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms. In the morning you enjoyed a lazy start to the day: A hot shower, which led to a round two and then another shower before enjoying a late breakfast in the hotel restaurant before heading out for a day on the town.

As he promised, your first stop was the King’s Plaza shopping center, where Bucky insisted he find you a pair of shoes to replace the ones he had waterlogged the day before  - and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

[arkytiorwrites]

Flirting

Tony Stark x Reader

Short and sweet (because as far as I know, no one has flirted with me. Unless I really am that oblivious).

"How's my favorite artist in the world?” asked Tony as he entered the studio of his latest mad impulses.

He'd gotten an earful from Potts after she’d found out about Y/N Y/L/N. Yet somehow, the lovely, witty, sarcastic to the point of pure saltiness, twenty-seven-year-old was worth it.

“Depends on whether I get this shading right. If it goes well, I'm on top of the world. If it doesn't, I'm killing myself” you grumbled from where you were hunched over at your desk.

Coming up behind you, Tony saw what your current project was.

“Is that me?” he asked, a delighted grin creeping onto his face.

"I draw a portrait of all my patrons. You're the only one I've had any fun with,” you confessed, still focused on your work.

“I’m flattered. You ever done a self-portrait?” Tony inquired curiously.

"Nah, it'd just make me never wanna look in a mirror again.”

“You’d just be unable to capture every last ounce of beauty,” Tony argued with a teasing smile.

"What ever you say, Boss," you snorted as you reached for a blending stick.

Tony could only stare in astonishment as his blatant flirting went straight over the artist's head. Had you been living under a rock before they met?

It wasn't until after the billionaire had left and you replayed your conversation in your head, did his comment finally register.

“Wait. Was. Was he . . . flirting with me?" you asked aloud in pure bewilderment. "STARK! GET BACK HERE, I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!"

[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere 2p Russia Headcanons: 2p Russia's Artist

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! It is back and I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here my sexy muffins!]

(Disclaimer: 2p Russia is not Yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Yanderes and countries are not ideal partners to have.

ALSO, THIS IS FICTION, not all people from 2p Russia do not act like the character from hetalia. Not how I write him and not how he is in the fandom. IT IS FICTION!)

[Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Headcanons with Yandere 2p Russia X Artists Reader)

.He finds your works of art to be refreshing.

.The warm landscapes, the portraits, even the experimental stuff that you do.

.It was just a chance that he met you.

.His little sister dragged him to a flea market.

.He did not plan on enjoying anything, that was until he saw you. You were sketching people at a booth.

.What caught him was your smile and your laugh.

.He instantly went over there scaring away your customers and sitting down.

.As you sketched him, he stared you down.

.It felt to him like he was bathed in your warm light.

.A warmth wrapping around him and his barren icy heart!

.The sketch you made of him hangs in his office. An honor for sure.

.He tried to get you out of his mind.

.But he could not, so he went back to the flea market.

.This time he demanded to commission you, offering an amount of money you could not refuse.

.He would be the type to just keep hiring you, that way you are forced to spend time with him.

.Also that he knows where you are and who you are with.

.Controlling parts of your life without you even knowing.

.Deal with rivals by killing them, with ease.

.Burying them in his own backyard.

.In the end, he will kidnap you for sure.

.That is when he confesses to you, telling you that you are his and you will stay.

.Then he would never let you leave.

.if you say yes, you will be his artist, privately painting for him and being spoiled.

.If you do not say yes, you will be locked away for good, only an art studio to give you joy.

.Painting the places that you wish you could be and see once more.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[xinnabon]

I see requests are open lol, may I request a Diluc x reader or Yae Miko x reader? The reader is an artist and the stay up incredibly late to the point they basically live on caffeine for energy

Have an awesome day!

"that's most certainly not well."

YAE MIKO COMFORT !! yae x artist gn!reader

PLEASE DO CONSIDER REQUESTING ME!

miko walks into your work place with another set of coffee. standing right before you as you try to get the coffee from her hands.

she pulled away in the look of disappointment in her eyes. "ah, ah, ah. instead of having your 4th coffee this night, don't you think it's about time you save that commission from your client later in the afternoon?"

you pout and let out a big sigh.

"miko... i understand you care for me but i can take care of myself. i just have to finish this commission then i'll rest in a bit."

"i take no for an answer there. you can be able to finish the commission after you get a good night sleep. not to mention, an even faster way?" she puts the mug of coffee down in placement of your desk full of art supplies.

her warm hands placing through your cheeks as she take a good look on how heavy your eyebags are, mumbling that this wouldn't do.

"i know how frail and fragile a human you are, dear. but when enough is enough, you take that rest and eventually there will be a new day awaiting coming in store for you." slowly placing her hands on top of yours.

"the world can be cruel but i want to see you living your life to the fullest. no harms coming through your health, no coping mechanisms or any of the sort. please, sweetheart... take this night and sleep the deepest slumber you can. you worked hard enough and i'd say you pretty much deserve it."

looking up to you with a faint smile. why does she seem to care so much? you face to look at your work and somehow start to rethink your decision.

she chuckles places he left hand to your cheek to face her.

"you really are stubborn just like ei. why not focus on me this night instead of that, hm?"

she then tries to lift you up from your chair leading you two to the bedroom. you'd really like the thought about her being there with you so why not go with her?

in the end was full of love and affection, showing deep worded advice, just the things you really need to wander off to your dreams.

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a/n: i had to loop the song "welcome to paradise" for a while to get my brain to work and rotting but really, i hope you manage to find a safe place in this one. thanks for requesting!!

[larz-barz]

Title: My Muse<3

Prompt: Tanjiro x artist! reader (modern au:))

Summary: Tanjiro realizes you spent your whole lunch drawing so he gets you a rice ball. He finds Inosuke being rude to you cause you accidentally ran into him. He asks you to hang out with him after school at his family’s bakery. After walking you home, he realizes that he wants to ask you to be his girlfriend.

Genre: fluff:)

Warning(s): Mentions of bullying

During lunch you were sitting in your usual spot. You had brought your sketchbook so you could draw. You looked up and saw your crush, Tanjiro Kamado, talking with Zenitsu. You could easily picture the scene in your head, Tanjiro smiling and laughing while talking with his friends and eating rice balls. You haven’t talked to the boy very much, you’re a very shy person so you’ve always been scared to talk to the kind-hearted boy. You smiled as you lightly sketched out Tanjiro’s features. By the end of lunch, you finished the drawing. ‘Oh, lunch is over? Did I even eat?’ You quickly wrote your signature then closed your sketchbook. Tanjiro noticed that you hadn’t eaten so he ran to grab you a rice ball. By the time he got the rice ball, you had already run out of the cafeteria. He knew that you would be in the next class with him so he ran after you so he could catch up to you.

You were running to the next class so you wouldn’t have to talk to anybody. You ended up running into Inosuke. He turned around and started yelling at you. You flinched at his loudness. He got in your face and spouted insults at you. Tanjiro saw and ran over, shoving Inosuke away from you. “Inosuke, leave her alone!! She didn’t mean to run into you!!” Inosuke grumbles. “This is none of your business Kentaro!!” He yells then walks off. Tanjiro turns around to face you. His gaze softens when he sees your scared expression. “Are you ok (Y/N)???” He asks worriedly. You nod and blush. “Th-thank you Tanjiro..” He smiled and nodded. “It’s no problem, also, I noticed that you didn’t eat anything at lunch so I got you a rice ball.” You gave him a thankful smile when he handed the rice ball to you. “Thank you so much!” You said and took a bite out of the snack. He smiled again. “You’re welcome! If you don’t mind me asking, what were you drawing during lunch that caused you to not eat?” He asked and your face went blood red. “Uhm- I’d rather not talk about it.” You said then speed walked into the classroom.

~After the final class~

Tanjiro got up and noticed that you accidentally left your sketchbook. He noticed that it was opened to a drawing that you had almost finished during class. It was him. He blushed and smiled at the thought of himself being your muse. He closed the sketchbook and brought it to you. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the boy coming up to you, your sketchbook in hand. He handed it to you and you smiled. “Hey, uh, do you wanna hang out later? Maybe at my family’s bakery?” Tanjiro asked and a faint blush creeped up his face. You blushed as well and nodded. “Sure!” He smiled, relieved you said yes. “When do you wanna go?” He asked and you thought for a moment. “Hmm.. we could go now, if that’s alright with you..” You said the last part nervously. Tanjiro grinned. “Ok! That’s fine with me! I’ll just text my mom that I’m bringing you!” He said excitedly while pulling out his phone. “I’ll tell my dad that I’m going with you!” You said, equally as excited and you pulled out your phone.

The 2 of you texted your mom and dad then went on y’all’s way. Y’all got to Tanjiro’s family bakery. When you and him walked in, you inhaled the scent of delicious baked goods. You sighed happily. You and Tanjiro sat at a table by the wall. You put your bookbag down by your chair and sat down. Tanjiro did the same thing. “Tanjiro.?” The boy hummed in response and looked at you with a small smile. “Did you understand the math lesson.?” Tanjiro nodded and pulled out his notes. You admired the neat looking notes that he had taken. You listened intently as the maroon haired boy tried his best to explain the math to you.

Tanjiro finished explaining what was confusing you. “Do you get it now or do I need to explain it more?” He asked and you thought about the information that had been relayed to you. “I think I understand, thank you so much for explaining, Tanjiro!” You said with a grateful smile and you hugged him. He smiled as well and hugged you back. “You know how you left your sketchbook accidentally?” He asked and you nodded. “It was still open to what you were working on during class, it was really good!” He said with a faint blush and large smile. Your face went redder than Tanjiro’s hair. “O-oh.. th-thank you…” You said, an embarrassed smile gracing your lips. “You’re welcome! I love the way you capture emotions and body language!” He continued speaking passionately about your drawing.

The truth is, Tanjiro wishes he could draw but he’s never had the time to really get into drawing. He continued rambling on and your face went redder with every word of praise that Tanjiro gave. You honestly felt that your art didn't really deserve it, but it was obvious that Tanjiro felt the complete opposite. “Tanjiro.?” He stopped talking when you said his name. “Oh, was I talking too much.?” He asked apologetically. You immediately shook your head. “N-no! That’s not it! I wanted to ask if you wanted to see some more completed drawings from my sketchbook!” He smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically. You nervously pulled your sketchbook out of your bag. You held it in a way only you could see the pages and turned until you found one that you were ok with showing to Tanjiro. It was the drawing you did that day at lunch.

You turned the sketchbook so he could see it. He grinned as he observed each detail. The way you drew his smile, the amount of detail and care you put into his eyes, all the way to how you drew his hands. It was truly amazing to Tanjiro just how much care you obviously had for your drawings. You clearly had put a lot of work into it. “This is truly amazing, (Y/N)..” He said, his voice filled with awe. He handed the sketchbook back you reluctantly, despite wanting to stare at the picture some more. You turned to another drawing of him. In this one, he’s talking to Inosuke. You handed the sketchbook to him once more and he took it. He smiled at the detail in his and Inosuke’s expressions. He loves how lifelike your drawings are. “(Y/N), these are absolutely amazing. How long have you been drawing for?” You smiled at the compliment then had a thoughtful expression on your face. “Uhm, about 10 years? Maybe? I don’t really know but that’s probably close.” He gave you an impressed smile.

You continued showing Tanjiro drawings and he was impressed with each one, praising you for the work and love you put into your art. “Do you make digital art as well or just traditional?” You smiled. “I do both!” “Can I see some of your digital art?” He asked and you pulled out your ipad. You opened up your drawing app and went to your favorite drawing. “This one is my personal favorite right now.” You with a large smile while showing him the picture. He looked astounded at how amazing the art was. “(Y/N).. this is so amazing and beautiful..” He said, still in shock. You showed him a few more then put your ipad up. “So uhm, enough about me and my little hobby.. Do you have any hobbies?” “I like baking, hanging out with my friends, and meeting new people!” You smiled and asked,“What’s your favorite food? Mine is spicy chicken udon!” Your mouth watered at the mention of your favorite food. “My favorite food is kelp rice balls!” Tanjiro said with a smile.

~a few hours later~

A few hours later, you and Tanjiro had really grown close in these few hours of hanging out at his family’s bakery. You and Tanjiro noticed that the sun was nearly down and frowned, disappointed that the 2 of you would have to end your date. “Well, it’s getting dark.. I’ll walk you home.” He said and stood up. You stood up as well. “Ok, can I give you my number real quick?” You asked and he gave you his phone. You typed in your name and number. You handed Tanjiro’s phone back to him. “Thank you, I’ll text you when I get home!” Tanjiro said while slinging his book bag onto his shoulder. You put on your own book bag.

Tanjiro walked you to your house. The 2 of you got to your door. “Tanjiro, I had an amazing time with you this evening.” You said and gave him a hug which he happily returned. “I’m glad you had a great time, I had a great time as well! I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” He said with a big smile and you smiled as well. “See you tomorrow! Bye Tanjiro.” You said then went into your house. Tanjiro smiled on his whole walk home. He thought about your blushing face each time he complimented you, he thought about how passionately you would talk about your favorite things, he thought about your beautiful smile, your beautiful (e/c) eyes, and your shining (h/c) hair. He realized that he really liked you and wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend.

~The end~

A/n: Should I write a part 2 of Tanjiro asking (Y/N) to be his girlfriend?? I hope y’all liked this one!!:3

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