More Charcoal Artist!dabi X Reader, Smoking, Mentions Of Nude Drawings

More charcoal artist!dabi x reader, smoking, mentions of nude drawings

Dabi waits for you by that tree, the one he saw you sitting under all those months ago. A cigarette hangs from his fingers, his loose anatomy sketches from class underneath his arm. He takes another drag before he spots you.

He exhales out the side of his mouth, dropping the cig to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of his boot. You haven’t noticed him, too busy looking around you, observing the bodies that pass, the clouds in the sky overhead. It’s easy for you to get distracted like that.

When you see him, a wide smile stretches across your face, and he notices how you start to walk faster. When you’re close enough, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into him, chests colliding as he presses his lips to yours. When you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, he pulls away.

“Sorry.” He speaks, forehead resting against yours. “I taste like smoke.”

“I like it.” You move your hands up his arms, resting on his shoulders.

“Okay.” He grins. “Kiss me again.”

You do. “Again.”

He lets his sketches fall to the ground so that he can wrap both arms around your waist. You moan against his lips, so quiet he could have missed it, but it’s enough to drive him crazy. He licks into your mouth. He wants another moan. He pulls away to place kisses against your jaw.

The wind picks up around the two of you and Dabi’s sketches go flying. You pull away with a gasp, moving to pick up the scattered pieces of paper.

“Shit.” He curses, moving to help you.

“I wanted to see these.” You tell him, gathering a small stack in your hands, examining the figures on the page.

“They were just for class. Nothing special.” He tells you as he chases the rest of the sketches down. You shake your head at his words, and also at how silly he looks going after the papers.

“It’s all special.” You tell him, taking the stack that he’s gathered from his hands. You sit down, and Dabi looks at you fondly, recalling that first day he saw you. “To me.”

You can feel the charcoal against your thumbs as you flip through the pages, the smudges of shadows over each nude figure coming off on your skin. Dabi slowly sinks down next to you as you look through his sketches.

He finds himself nervous every time you look at his work. You see everything, every piece of his soul in every line, stroke, and smudge. Even in something as simple as a sketch, you still see him. You look up at him, eyes scanning his face, his furrowed brow, how his teeth tear at the skin of his lips. You reach up to pull it from his teeth, leaving a streak of gray against it.

“Will you draw me?” You ask him. “Like this?”

— heavenly.

— cigarettes after sex with Touya Todoroki.

♪ inspired by the song heavenly by cigarettes after sex ♪

lup. dup. lup. dup. the rhythm of his steady humming heartbeat cradled my ears. i was nestled in between his legs, back leaned against his firm toned chest. his one hand gently played with my fingertips, occasionally his own black painted nails coming into view, tracing patterns onto my palm. it almost felt as though he was trying to memorize every mound and curve and line. the other hand barely held the cigarette as it loosely hung between his long pale fingers.

the scent of his musky cologne and nicotine had consumed your senses, a light soothing hum buzzing in your head. you loved the way it overpowered the endless train of negative thoughts that had taken a liking to you. you blinked when the song shifted. despite them all sounding quite similar, this one was probably your favourite. you smiled warmly, nestling your head against the crook of his neck, getting more comfortable. he somehow managed to hug you even closer, despite his hands being occupied.

this was probably your second favourite thing about lovemaking with Touya. after the lovemaking, of course. both of you basking in the pure afterglow, smoking while listening to your cigarettes after sex playlist on repeat to the both of your heart's content. you gently tapped your toes against the cool marble surface, enjoying the music's slow beats. he lit another cigarette for you, gently lifting it to your lips. no words were exchanged as you simply kissed his jaw as a 'thank you' , fingers brushing against his, taking the cigarette. he hummed in response, warm, sweet and deep like pouring honey.

his fingers finally came to a halt as he intertwined them with yours. his silver rings gleaming despite the darkness as he then wrapped that arm around your waist, resting it against the bump under your tummy. the familiar yet dreamy smell of your shampoo and lotion clouded his mind as he subconsciously gave your hand a squeeze. he kissed your neck tenderly as you inhaled the nicotine and sighed at the smoothness that now once again flooded through your system. the smoke left your slightly dry lips and turned into pretty picturesque wisps before disappearing into the monsoon air.

the thunder rolling outside was faded into the hazy background, yet still completely comforted you to the core. there was little to no rain but the sky was a deep shade of grey. it was just the way he liked it. and at this point, you did too. the glass window felt pleasantly cold against your knee that rested against it. from the way the trees swayed violently with the wind, it must've been quite windy. it almost made you want to go out and feel it on your skin. almost. you wouldn't trade the world for what you were in right now. an asteroid would crash against the earth and you wouldn't spare a glance in it's direction. nothing could compare to this. just the two of you, and the purring of your cat, who was in deep slumber against your thigh.

this was your safe space. he was your safe space. your one and only home. where you've always belonged. your own little heaven.

Havunen Minttu on mun lemppari Ääniloiri

Miku is wearing etelä-pohjanmaa Finnish national dress and the art is inspired old packaging of Finnish Oat brand called Elovena.

In original packaging Elovena girl is actually wearing mishmash of different elements of multiple different Finnish national dress. I wanted Miku to wear an actual national dress and the Etelä-Pohjanmaa was the closest one.

Diavolo is a pervert, although no one dares say it out loud, nor do they actually believe their beloved future king is secretly hiding a human kink under the "exchange program" excuse. it's all lies to get close to the pretty human who just arrived, like a little prey before his eyes, you're just to cute for your own good. and Diavolo cant help but imagine how good you'll look bent over and taking his demon cock, he'll fill you up nice and good until all you think about is him.

mhm