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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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Butter

When you volunteered for the state fair, you didn't realize what you were getting into...

Butter Sculptor!Viktor x Fem!Reader!

Tags: Viktor being a bit of a creep, Lots of butter, misuse of butter, butter kink(?kinda), Suggestive but not NSFW, shitpost but also not Wordcount: 1k plus

When you volunteered for the state fair, you had thought it would've been outside. Helping set up stands, lines, painting some old equipment, or setting up some of the faux buildings.

Not to be sitting in a cold room, with windows peering in at you from behind. Luckily no one was viewing this section yet, not for a few days.

It was for a good cause, you reminded yourself. Bringing joy to your community and helping an overall feeling of togetherness.

You just wish the room wasn't so cold, and that you had worn a proper bra.

Or really just more layers. The room was cold and you were glad your back was facing the windows and not your front. Still you kept your arms crossed over your chest, just in case.

You observe the sculptures around the room. One is of a horse, another of a sailboat, and the third was of some amphibian creature curling in on itself. All were beautifully crafted... in butter.

You weren't sure why that medium was used for this sort of artwork, but hey you weren't about to judge it.

Finally, after waiting for so long, a man enters the room. Tall, with a cane to lean on as he walks, wearing a thick hoodie, some gloves and a pair of snow pants. Beautiful golden eyes and a timid smile are what greet you first, before he speaks. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, one of my associates was having an issue with one of the giant axolotls. Rio needs my touch to calm down sometimes."

Giant axolotls? You blink, but offer a smile in return, not dropping your arms. "That's alright! Gives me a break out of the heat." You lie, because well, he's a bit cute. And maybe cute enough he would be worth freezing your tits off.

"Still, I apologize, Miss." His golden eyes roam over your face, and the smile crinkles his eyes more. "I'm Viktor, I will be sculpting your beautiful face today."

You blink at the compliment, but it's not entirely bad you suppose. "Thank you, Viktor." You offer your own name. "Have you done any human sculptures before?"

"No, just objects and Rio one time." Golden eyes glance under long eyelashes. "But with such a gorgeous model, I'm sure to capture every detail."

You aren't sure what to say to that at all, except an awkward:"Thank you?"

He smiles, and it's like that comment was gone from your memory. The red glasses were on over your eyes, as you watch him remove his gloves and draw up a large mound of butter. The cane rests against the table he's sculpting on.

Viktor starts to work. Cutting away large chunks, until the shape is closer to your own head. Eyeing you for a few moments before he cuts off a piece.

Which shouldn't be weird, but he was eyeing you for a lengthy amount of time. At one point even for almost two minutes.

And then he asked you to lower your arms. "I'd rather not."

"Please?" His shoulders slump, lips lips pursing slightly. "It will just help the sculpture appear more natural."

"It's just-"

"Yes?"

You take your lower lip between your teeth, bite it for a moment while he watches enraptured. Letting go, you sigh. "It's rather... cold in this room."

Viktor tilts his head. "Yes?"

Okay, so he didn't understand. With a sigh, you lower your arms, revealing how your nipples also knew it was cold. "Just very cold in here."

Viktor seems even colder than you now, with how he suddenly freezes up. His lips part, but not to speak, he starts to breathe a little through his mouth. Golden eyes bulging slightly out of his skull, but when you move to cover your chest once again, he begins to shake his head rapidly.

"No, please don't." He swallows so thickly, that across the room you can see his throat bob. "You look so natural. Are they-" He cuts himself off, and turning red, looks back to the butter sculpture.

The red glasses were beginning to slide down your nose. Viktor breathing so heavily on the butter, it began to melt. In fact he was beginning to smooth out below your face with his fingers, and it looked like he was fondling it.

Fondling mounds of butter. Strikingly similar in size to your own mounds.

Okay yeah, red glasses were off, folded in your purse and you were now even more aware with how he was just staring at you. Hands dripping with butter, cupping your butter priests and rubbing them slowly. Dipping his thumbs over where your nipples would be, circling them.

Dear Janna, he was not doing that right? But no, he was. So heavily that the butter was melting enough that your 'head' feel off of your 'neck'. It didn't scatter across the floor, but one side had fallen in a splat against it.

He was still holding onto your butter breasts. "Viktor?"

Golden eyes blink, and he draws his hands away. They are slick with oil, and covered in little piece of the pale spread. "Yes?"

You stand up, hugging yourself. "I think I need a break now. A bit too cold."

"I could-"

"Viktor, please." You meant it to come out condescending, and maybe it was, but Viktor's pupils blow wide. And then you can see what you hope is a stick of butter in his pants. Dear Janna, let it be butter. "Viktor you've got-"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His face is turning red, when he glances down to himself. "It'll go down soon, I think."

You could believe it wasn't butter, with how it was even visible through snow pants. And that had a few own nasty thoughts running through your brain."I think I'm going to speak with Mr. Vander now." And you take a few steps to the door, only for Viktor to grab you with a slick hand, almost letting your wrist slip out.

"I'm so sorry!" He says loudly, looking honestly more apologetic now. "I-I don't deal with people. This is my first time doing another person's sculpture. Vander's idea."

He looks near tears, and so you can maybe take a little pity on him. "I won't tell, Vander. But you can't pop a boner just because you're doing their sculpture."

"I'm so sorry about that." The man is so embarrassed, red face and looking decently shameful. "I really didn't mean to. You're just very pretty, and I wasn't expecting your..." he trails off, gesturing to your breasts and looking away this time.

You sigh, moving to rub your temples, but after he continues to look so miserable for a moment, you offer half a smile. "I guess both of our bodies were just having natural reactions."

"I'm really, so sorry about this. And about how I was acting with the sculpture. I don't know where my head was at."

You hum, you hadn't brought that up, but you were glad he recognized his behaviour. And well, he was really cute, you decided as the rose colored glasses slide back on. "Maybe I'll come back tomorrow and we can try then?"

He looks uncertain, before he offers a weak smile. "Can I buy you some cotten candy at least, tomorrow? Before you come in?"

"Cotten candy is a very good bribe." You confess, smiling. "Just no more inappropriate behaviours."

"No more." He vows, looking far happier. "And please yell at me if I do."

"I will." You eye the mound on the floor. "Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No. Please, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." And soon with enough gestures, you were out the door. Walking down the steps after a minute of trying to decide if you would come back to see butter boy tomorrow, you turn to glance at him through the display window.

Only to see Viktor with his pants around his ankles, one buttery hand pressed to the door where you had left and the other flicking his wrist rapidly.

He turns slightly, and you could see he wasn't any butter boy with that manhood.

Yeah, you were definitely going to come back tomorrow and let him butter your biscuits.

Author's note: I wanna say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. Please feel free to yell at me in asks/replies, but it might fuel me to do it again

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane #viktor #arcane #arcane x reader

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jamieroxxartist · 1 year

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killerlicorne · 3 years

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It's at the top of the list

That you can't get pissed, no you can't get pissed

It's rule number one

Living right isn't fun, living right isn't fun

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avrgblkartist · 2 years

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hoody-bob · 3 months

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Sonic Adventure Background Commission for Axl_Bullet

Thank you for your patience !!

#sonic #sonic fan artist #digital art #sonic fc #digital artist #sonic artist #hoody bob artwork #sonic oc #sonic fandom #sonic the hedgehog #sonic adventure style #sonic adventure #commission

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years

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coral roses. (m)

dialogue prompt #2: “If you won't do it then I'll”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationship, smut, pwp(?), fluff

word count: 1,414

warnings: making out, unprotected sex (more like a quikie(?)), top!oc, bottom!jk

summary: jungkook loses a bet because he needs to devour you

a/n: drop your feedbacks guyss!! pretty much a pwp :)

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“If you won't do it then I'll”, he grits his teeth, more like in a cute way making you chuckle. You glance at him through the book you're reading at the moment, winding up to relax from the long day.

“Well then you lose”, you coo. He plops on a farther end of the bed, bringing himself to sit on his heels.

“Why are we even doing this in the first place baby?”, he whines, tapping on your ankles a little to catch your attention. First of all you are taking a really childish challenge way too seriously and acting like a brat on top of that.

“You started it”

“I was drunk!”, he fights back, his doe shaped eyes enlarging to show his disappointment.

“It's just a few more hours Jeon. Don't be so impatient hm?”, you don't look up at him. Going on and about teasing him. He did like it sometimes, but right now wasn't the time.

To put more context, Jungkook drunk confessed that he is addicted to your lips and kept kissing them all through a party and you sort of pricked on his lack of self control. And since Jungkook is a man fond of challenges, he immediately makes a very dramatic toast with half a glass of his liqor that he won't touch you or kiss you for an entire day.

And as usual, his sober self has to bear with the consequences. To take things further down the hole, you are wearing only an oversized hoodie, fresh scent of your shampoo and skincare products around the air, sitting there with a bare face and focused eyes, though that might be just a play you're putting up.

“Aren't you going to change, just gonna sit there? Go take a shower Jungkook you are stinking”, you add, and it's a lie. He smells like his expensive collection of perfumes and much more boyfriend enough to not kiss, but...you know, ego.

To summarise, he had enough of this.

The book is yanked away from your hand. His strong hands builds a cage around your small frame and presses it against the headboard of the bed. He smirks, realising it only takes the bare minimum to make you falter.

“Okay…I lose baby. I just need you now”. he growls.

He immediately seeks home in caressing your outer thigh where your hoodie ends, and spreads them enough for him to settle better to kiss you hard. Loads of pent up frustration and he feels like he is pulled back to life when he finally presses into your mouth.

Thanks to your bratty ass, he doesn't go any easy. A shaky moan leaves your lips when his tongue licks at the floor of your mouth, but also, he isn't doing anything more than holding your thighs when you are already craving and all worked up.

You hold his wrist and try to bring it to your chest, but he slaps it away, so you go for his collars to pull impossibly closer to feel his torso on you, althoughfeeling sad with no other stimulation on your body.

When the air starts to run out, he finally inches back, licking on his lips. Your lips quirk up when he tugs at the hem of your hoodie.

“My baby didn't seem so eager earlier”, he rasps. Glad that your face stays hidden when he slowly pulls out your hoodie, leaving you in white panties.

He holds you by the waist and turns both of your bodies around so that he sits resting back on the headboard while you are straddling his lap, immediately trying to rub against his denim covered thighs for some friction.

He stops, squeezing your butt cheeks, “Patience baby, ride something better hm?”.

He chuckles at the animalistic endeavor of yours to get him naked. But you don't bother to get his pants all the way out, just enough to pull out his member.

He shudders, feeling the air cooling off the wetness on his member, and you get up just a moment enough to be completely bare while he starts stroking himself.

Removing his hands, you hold his girth, pumping it a few times to watch him sink into your touch, head falling back.

You go for his neck, determined to bring spots of purple around it. It feels like you are taking your sweet and his not-so-sweet time to go further, so his grip drops down to hook under the butt and plop you straight on the head of his cock. He holds some sort of intense eye contact, one that of beyond lust, but there is no time for any analysis when he jerks his pelvis upward to sear into you.

You clench almost pathetically around him and he groans, guiding you to bob up and down his length.

Jungkook can't come up with any coherent thoughts to word his feelings right now. He just loves you so much and very happy to have a really healthy relationship, one consistent for years and with understanding. He feels like tearing up, out of both pleasure and warmth.

He sees you fondling with your breasts so he leans forward to lick in some attention to the pebbled buds. The more faster you went on him, he suked in harder, biting around to return the artwork on his neck and along the jaw.

“I'm close baby… mngh keep going”, he aligns his movements accordingly to let you feel him as deeper as possible. You can't come up with words, except chanting his name for every clench of the wall.

Though it was just breif sex, it felt euphoric after being touch deprived. A day doesn't sound long, but he is crazy about you and could make love all day if he could.

With a silent scream, he comes, starting your own orgasm. It takes a moment to come down from the high.

You remain as you are, close and cuddled. The bed is probably stinking with sweat and arousal, but you couldn't care any less. You wrap your hands around his torso, feeling his cock softening inside you.

“I love you so much baby”, he whispers, planting a kiss to your cheek. You blush and press your cheeks to his pecs, “I love yo— what's that? ”

His pants have ridden further down his thighs and something is poking out of his pocket. You feel his heartbeat increasing against your cheek.

Fuck. It's a ring.

“Baby please don't freak out I can explain! ”, he shouts out, wrapping his hands around you more firmly, assuming the worst of the scenarios.

You hug him back, eyes still on the black velvet box spread out on the bed.

“I planned so much. I swear. I wanted to make this perfect”, he rushes to supply. He feels your warm hands rubbing his back to calm him down.

“Kookie”, you pull away from him, hands cupping his cheek because he is too terrified to look at you in the eye right now, “Please propose to me”.

He takes a moment to let your words sink in. And after, he is the quickest thing on earth to grab the box and open it.

“Y-Y/n…”.

“Take it easy. Breathe Kook. You are not breathing. It's just me. ”

That puts him into more ease. He feels embaressed that he couldn't do it in a more independent manner, the way he had them all laid out— coming Saturday at the first cafe you went on a date. It was supposed to be perfect. You would walk home holding hands, and then he would get on one knee and tell you how much you mean to him. But it's all gone now and he feels bad.

You hold his pecs and give it a pat and he smiles, a nervous one, “Y/n...will you marry me?”

You plant a sweet kiss to his lips. It feels a little salty from his incoming tears. You rub it away with the pad of your thumbs, “Yes Kookie, I'll marry you”.

“Baby you make me the happiest man alive”, he sobs. His hands still trembling to place the ring on your fingers. It's lavish and work of custom made beauty, he put months of work into it. Though things didn't go exactly planned, it was a happy ending. He can't wait to see you in a white dress at the altar, to be the father to your kids and to call you his wife for the rest of his life.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

Original Content of ©bangtanpromptfics

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brokehorrorfan · 1 month

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To commemorate The Last Drive-In with Joe Bob Briggs' sixth season, Fright-Rags has released Justin Osbourn’s artwork on T-shirts ($30), baseball tees ($40), and zip-up hoodies ($55).

Joe Bob koozies designed by Kyle Crawford ($5) and 32-ounce plastic cups designed by Matthew Skiff ($7) have also been restocked.

#the last drive in #joe bob briggs #darcy the mail girl #fright rags #shudder #monstervision #justin osbourn #shirt #gift #horror host #horror #80s horror #1980s horror #matthew skiff #kyle crawford

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theepitomeofugh · 3 years

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The Gang only have one group photo, in the first location, because they figured, hell, if someone were to find it, they were all screwed anyway

please dont judge this it took me really long to do. also please note that i do not have many colours to work with at the present time since i do irl artwork

[ID: a drawing of eight people on a white backround, none of which are drawn with facial features. left to right:

a white woman with long brown hair and bangs wearing a red tank top overtop of a black long sleeved shirt and black shorts. one hand is on her hip, the other in out of frame.

a black woman with short hair wearing a light blue top with maroon leggings and a cardigan that fades from blue to grey.

a pale skinned woman with black hair with a pink streak. she is wearing white pants, and a purple sweater over a pink button up top

a pale person with long ginger hair. they are wearing a red bell sleeved turtle neck and blue jeans

a man with medium toned skin wearing black pants, a blue cardigan and a white button up. his arm is around the person on his left

a white person with short black hair wearing green pants with green suspenders and a white long sleeved top. his hand is in front of his chest.

a white person with curly brown hair wearing a grey hoodie with black pants. their right arm is mostly hidden by the person on their right.

an indian person with a turquoise bob. xye are wearing a dark green v neck overtop a light green long sleeved shirt, and green pants. xyr right hand is on their hip/ END ID]

#the gang #thau #hesitant alien #rico’s skin colour barely shows up im sorry (i tried to use my pencils but it obviously didnt go as planned)#and the others are whack too #mel always just looks white and im not sure how to correct that bc im still learing how to do faces

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forfansbyfans · 6 years

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Inspiration After Midnight: A FFBF Artist Interview

Homestuck Tarot Acts 6 & 7 - Cards Illustrated: The Empress, Three of Pentacles, Ten of Wands

It’s always fascinating to see how huge the Homestuck art community is all over the world - Where are you from?

I live in Northeast America. I don’t know many Homestuck fans in real life, but I’ve gotten a few high fives for wearing my god tier hoodies to school and it’s always really cool.

We’re in love with the tarot deck! Can you tell us a little bit about how you became involved?

My first time participating in a fan-run project was for the Volume 5 Anthology. We gave each other art feedback and just talked about things in a Discord server, and I think I heard about the Act 6 Tarot project there! I started as the illustrator for “The Empress” card and somehow ended up doing two more cards for the Minor Arcana. It took us many months to get everything done, but I’m grateful I’ve had the opportunity to be a part of this beautiful deck.

Tell us a little bit about the artwork you contributed to the deck – how does the art tie in with the meaning behind the card?

It’s really Aryll you have to thank for the symbolism in the deck, I just tried my best to go with her ideas for the cards! Hoo boy, three cards, here we go:

The Empress - A card illustrating the relationship between motherhood and tyranny. The matriorb was the first thing I thought to draw. The rings of light around their faces are crowns, and I drew plants around Kanaya as symbols of the Empress’s connection to life and abundance. While upright the card represents creativity, harmony, and beauty, reversed the card stands for oppression and unfulfilling work.

Three of Pentacles - This card represents collaboration and reaching an initial goal. The reversal of this card indicates a lack of teamwork or advancement. The Dancestors aren’t the best team players, especially not Meenah: before the Scratch, she bullied her friends to the point that Damara snapped and killed her. Meenah and Vriska successfully recruit a ghost army, but this victory is still a long way from defeating Lord English.

Ten of Wands - The card often shows a man struggling under the burden of ten sticks, representing the hard work that comes before the reward. I drew Roxy mid-battle before she kills the Condesce––I think the kids are about… 16 or 17 at this time? It’s such an enormous responsibility to defeat an almost-immortal Batterwitch and become gods of a new universe, even more so when they’re all still teenagers figuring out relationship drama.

How have you grown as an artist over the years and what has helped you grow?

I started using Photoshop last summer and figured out how to use a bunch of the fun features, so there’s that! I think I’ve improved in drawing poses and more complex backgrounds, but it’s definitely something to keep working on. Being a part of the Homestuck fanbase, drawing for it, and enjoying others’ art for it has been a huge part of my artistic development.

What’s your process? Where do you find inspiration?

Sometimes I’ll see a neat photoset on Tumblr or read a poem at school that sparks an idea for an art piece. Then I’ll doodle a bunch (mostly digitally) and refine the sketches I like! For inspiration (and for fun!), I like watching Bob Ross, PiXimperfect, and a bunch of other speed painters and tutorial makers on Youtube.

What kind of impact has Homestuck had on your life and art?

It’s a little scary how big an impact it’s had on me. (I actually named my cat after Nepeta! Good cat, best friend.) I started learning how to draw people for Homestuck fan art. Would I have still loved drawing so much without this community’s inspiration? This story has made me cry a lot and smile a lot, and it’s hard to say all it’s done for me. Homestuck has led me to a lot of cool people, like my wonderful talented friends at the @dailyprospit blog and my friend Simon. Hello if you read this!!

What advice would you give to a younger you?

Please pay more attention to your poor forsaken OCs; read more; and make some good sleep habits, it’s really not good for you to always draw past midnight!

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vixxfixx · 5 years

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Red | Jung Taekwoon

Request : N/A

Warnings : Violence, death

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Red was all Taekwoon could see. The only thing in his word was the paint running smoothly across his canvas. His brush would twist and turn, creating both delicate, almost unnoticeable lines, and his favourite, long, thick lines that heavily stood out from the rest.

Red was all Taekwoon could see, until he found you. Your doe like, dewy eyes and your crimson tinted cheeks shone brighter than any red he had ever seen. Your lips, bitten scarlet by your teeth as you tried to stop your emotions taking control, made Taekwoon’s eyes shimmer and the corners of his lips pull into a smile.

His artwork was beautiful, but it’s beauty could never compare to yours. That’s why he kept painting. Sometimes so quickly, so violently that by the time he was finished, Taekwoon was covered in red from head to toe. His heartbeat increased as he painted, until it’s pounding drum was all that he could hear. It felt to Taekwoon as though he had taken the heartbeat of each of his artworks inside of himself to keep forever.

Taekwoon kept practicing, kept collecting the heartbeats so that one day he would be able to hear your own, pounding in his ears.

That day he practiced as you stood and watched. He peered over his work as your eyes fought to stay open and your body shook. You didn’t know how long you had been standing in that same spot, but it felt like weeks.

With one final slash of his paintbrush, he was done. The last stroke was thick, with paint slowly trickling down from it. The artist took two of his fingers and wiped away some of the paint, raising the fingers his mouth to lick them clean. Taekwoon would never get tired of the warm, metallic taste.

He smiled fondly at his finished work. It was beautiful, but not perfect. Not a masterpiece. He was still working up to that, a place only you could bring him. Taekwoon turned his attention back to you. His work slipped out of his grasp and landed on the ground with a thud. He walked around the art, making his way carefully towards you, the paintbrush still held in his tight clutch.

Sweat glistened on your skin, your hair beginning to stick to your forehead. Taekwoon stood expressionless with his back straight and his shoulders pulled back, observing you as your shoulders shook and your knees wobbled.

“Do you like it?” He asked in a soft voice. To a stranger his voice would be like calming waves, when you first met the artist that was exactly what you thought. Now you knew him differently. Still, you couldn’t say a word. Taekwoon’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at your silence. He glared straight into your eyes that were still so bright, and full of life, wondering how different you would look without those eyes - how you would look with red tears pouring down your cheeks.

“Do you like it?” He repeated, stretching each syllable to make his growing anger more obvious. Though art helped him calm down, you knew that Taekwoon had a nasty temper. You nod frantically, knowing that that had been your last chance, but it didn’t satisfy him.

“You’re lying,” He stated, his voice was no louder than his earlier calm questions, which terrified you more than if he were to shout. Your knees buckled beneath you, pulling you down to the cold concrete ground. Your mouth opened and closed but you couldn’t form any words, so you resorted to shaking your head.

“Paint for me.” The artist suggested, eyes lighting up at his sudden idea. Your face began to pale, which Taewoon didn’t even think was possible as your skin was already a milky white. He put the paint stained brush into his pocket so he could grab your shoulders and pull you up onto your feet.

Taekwoon then lead you out of his studio and out into the blistering cold winter night. Instead of your shoulders, he then clasped of your hands tightly in his. Very few people were out waking at that time of night, but his eyes quickly caught the ones that were. He smiled.

“Go on,” He ordered. Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “You can’t even do this?” He asked, digging his nails into your soft flesh, making small trickles of red run down your hand. You hesitantly raise one finger, pointing it at a young man standing alone on the other side of the street. He was tall, maybe a year or so younger than yourself, with black hair and a large hoodie. His head bobbed slightly to the music playing in his ears.

Taekwoon dragged you across the empty road towards the young man. Once you were at the other side, he handed you the paintbrush from his pocket. “Remember I have another brush with me,” he warned you before letting go of your hand and pushing you in the young man’s direction.

You crept up behind him, the paintbrush shaking in your hand. Then suddenly you were right behind the man, with the paintbrush barely brushing against the skin of his neck. You removed one of his earphones and whispered in his ear for him to follow you before guiding him back towards Taekwoon. The young man behaved, careful of the brush agains his neck. You were glad, not knowing what the Taekwoon would do if he didn’t. The artist ripped the mans other headphone from his ear. Then he caught hold of the headphone wire and dropped the phone onto the ground.

The three of you then walked back to the studio in silence. Once you arrived, you pulled a chair into the middle of the room and instructed the man to sit down. He reluctantly complied. Taekwoon stood to the side, waiting patiently for you carry on after that, but you didn’t.

“Go on,” He ordered. You shook your head. Tears began to flow down your cheeks, but you tried your best to keep yourself composed. Taekwoon simply glared at you. Of course you didn’t have it in you to paint. Not then at least.

The man, of course knowing what was happening, also begun to weep. His soggy, snot-covered face scrunched up and he clasped his hands in front of himself. He looked at you, his captor, right in the eyes and begged for any other option.

But this was the only option you had.

To Taekwoon, the mans pleads and whimpers quickly became white noise. What he really cared about was /your/ cries. Your hands that were shaking, the paintbrush on the verge of falling from your grasp. Your eyes that refused his meet his. His tongue slid over his teeth and his arms folded across his chest. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait.

“DO IT,” Taekwoon finally snapped. Without even thinking about it, he had taken the other paintbrush out of his pocket. After seeing the paintbrush, your eyes became impossibly round and your eyebrows almost disappeared into your hairline. You nodded.

You took one small step towards the young man, raising the paintbrush. He frantically shook his head and pushed his body further into the back of the chair. You took another step forward. At the same time Taekwoon came up behind you, his free hand now covering yours that held the paintbrush.

“I’ll help you,” I smiled, leaning his chin on your shoulder. He guided your hand closer to the man, which made him raise his hands in futile defence. “Shall we get rid of these?” After a few hard slashes of the brush, his hands rolled onto the floor. Your arms and hand ached with how violent Taekwoon was being. The paintbrush then traveled along his arm, up from his bloody stump. The man then let out a shriek of anguish, making you squeeze your eyes shut, not being able to bare the sight of his helpless state. Taekwoon took the brush in his other hand and held it so that it was almost touching your neck.

“Open your eyes,” He demanded. You opened them, eyes fixed onto the red waterfalls of blood pouring from the mans body. Taekwoon guided your brush further up the mans arm until it reached the sleeve of his t-shirt. Then he stoped.

“Where do you want to go next?” he asked. After a moment you hesitantly lifted the brush until it was only centimetres from his face. Taekwoon didn’t say anything, but from the corner of your eye you could see his smile grow. He let go of your hand and took a step back, leaving you on your own. Your hand almost fell once he left, but you manage to just hold yourself together. You softly pressed the brush into his cheek, creating only small red lines. The man thrashed around, accidentally making your lines thicker and more jagged. Taewoon smirked, his eyes lapping up the beautiful reds. The now thick lines ran down the man’s cheek to his neck. You pushed harder on the paintbrush, it going further into him.

Although Taekwoon was only an observer to your art, he began to hear the thumping beat in his ears and knew that the man’s time was nearing it’s end. The screams gradually died out and his body fell limp against the chair. His heavy breathing was the only sound left in the room.

And then there was no sound. Only his heartbeat, thumping against Taekwoon’s skull, so loudly that he was sure you could hear it too.

You turned to face him. Red paint was beautifully splattered against your face and clothes and all expression from your face was gone. He could tell you thought that this was your end too.

“Don’t worry,” he said taking a step closer to you. “It will all be over soon.”

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