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mhm.. I'll start taking asks! Would love to hear some of you guys ideas and stuff :3
also i promise more stuff coming soon I'm just rlly busy lol
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TW: slightly nsfw, gn reader
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Something that has been in my mind for a while is the thought of Yan! Painter using your body as a canvas…
He would be so gentle oughh... one hand running the brush across your body, tickling your skin slightly while at it while the other held onto your waist, trying to keep you in place.
"Love, please stay still..." Dipshit. HE KNOWS that you're ticklish, and he knows which spots make you squirm when touched. He's doing it on purpose just to see you blushing. "So noisy..." He whispers before leaning to kiss your shoulder and go back to painting your torso.
Yan! Painter also acts as if the hand that was SUPPOSEDLY to be holding your waist wasn't wandering around your body.
"Soft... your skin is so soft and warm..." ugh, he just can't help himself!! Why did you have to be so perfect? It was as if you were made for him to hold! And before you can even notice, this man is already wrapping his arms around your body and nuzzling your neck, mumbling quiets "Sorry..." and "I can't resist you" while grinding the growing bulge between his legs against you.
Something about making this man a desperate subtop makes my brain go all AHGNHAG
Just, him getting so desperate (and horny) for you that he's whimpering against your neck and humping your thigh like a dog in heat... smearing all the paint that hadn't dried without a single care in the world. All he could think of was having you at that moment.
He might just lay you on the ground and start working on it if he gets desperate enough. It was if a switch turned in his brain when he touched your body (It's just because he's touch starved)
He just loves you so much, maybe next time he can actually finish what he was working on.
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This was an anon request but since I'm fucking STUPID I accidentally deleted it (sorry anon :'))
it was basically requesting how yan! Painter would act around their S/o and stuff like that.
Tw: typical yan behavior
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Let's already get this out of the way, this man is a simp. He'll worship the ground you walk on without a doubt in his mind.
He's the type to do ANYTHING you ask him to do. Hungry? He's already making a 5star meal just for you. Tired? He might not be THE strongest man on earth, but you can bet he's carrying you to bed.
Oughhg he's so clingy too... always having his arms wrapped around you or else he'll panic and look like a kicked puppy in the street.
It felt almost suffocating how clingy he was. Constantly following you around as if he was a cat begging for attention, even when you found yourself alone, the feeling that someone was watching you was always so strong.
"My flower, I missed you so... so much" He whispered before capturing your lips into another heated kiss. It was already tradition for you to be bombarded with a barrage of love from Yan! Painter whenever you two spend more than 5 mins apart. "I was scared you'd leave..." And without allowing you to respond, he started to kiss you again.
This man has been denied physical affection for years. Saying that this man is touch starved is putting it lightly. He can and WILL hold you "hostage" just to cuddle.
I don't think I have to mention, but he's 24/7 taking pics of you... While you sleep, eat, read, anything. After all, you are what keeps this man's creativity flowing.
CONSTANTLY begging you to pose for him. Seriously, this man is in his knees while holding your waist and just pleading for you to let him paint you.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"His words came out as a jumbled mess, hands gripped tightly the fabric of your clothes. "My flower... please, I need you to pose for me... Please, I promise I'll do anything!"
Okay now let's talk about his more fucked up behavior.
This man is constantly drugging you. The meal he cooked you? Drugged. Your sudden drowsiness, which makes him need to carry you to bed? He caused it.
What he might do to your unconscious body depends on his mood, it could go from just posing you for his sketches and paintings since the process takes a long time, and he doesn't want to bore you to death.
Or, if he's feeling more mad/jealous, he's going to litter your body with marks (Even could go to the point of using paints that don't come off easily on your body).
You have a 50/50 percent chance of waking up with sore legs or not
As much as he would kiss the ground you walked on, Yan! Painter isn't scared to put you back on your place. As long you behave and love him, he doesn't see the need to tie inside the dark and cramped supplies closet as a form of punishment.
Distances you from all the other people you know by straight-up lying about shit they said or twisting their words. Slowly making you believe HE was the only person that actually cared about you.
A warm hug is where you found yourself engulfed in. Soft hums coming from the taller figure as he rocked you like a baby. "I know, my love... I know, how could them do this to you?..." His soothing voice was the only thing audible from your sobs as you broke down in his arms. "No, no, no... You don't need to apologize for not believing me when I warned you, as much it did break my heart to see you doubting my words... as long now you understand that I only want the best for you."
mnhn will think of more late euueue
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First post here on Tumblr lmfaoaoa
Tw:GN neutral, regular yan stuff.
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Yan! Painter who's been struggling with a creative block so severe, it made him unable to even draw a single line on his canvas, and it was driving him insane.
What was wrong with him? Why did inspiration leave his body so suddenly?! Painting was a significant part of his life since childhood, but for the first time, he found himself unable to translate his thoughts onto the canvas.
That was before he saw you.
Yan! Painter that almost let all his paints and papers fall to the ground the moment you entered the class. Your face, eyes, body—everything looked so perfect, you looked perfect. Was he possibly dreaming that day? Did he just get blessed with the presence of a divine creation?
Yan! Painter who can't help but stare at your back throughout the entire class, not paying a single ounce of attention to what the teacher was saying. All that he could focus on was just how beautiful you looked.
Yan! Painter who did not waste a millisecond the moment he arrived home, immediately scrambling to mix his paints and grab his canvas before painting your portrait. Again, and again, and again… Your face etched into his memory like glue.
Portrait after portrait, he painted you until he didn't have any more supplies left, until his arms were covered in various hues of colors from mixing it, until the water he used to clean his brushes was muddy. Different poses, clothes, expressions, he couldn't get enough of you.
Yan! Painter that wondered more and more how you'd look like actually doing the same expressions. Would your eyes crinkle when smiling just he painted? Would your face blush such hue? He wanted to know everything.
Yan! Painter who made sure that in the next day he would get as many references from you as possible. Even if it meant following you around just a little! <3
He was too shy to approach you. Him, The class "weirdo" who would always distance himself from everyone else and sit in a corner. He couldn't risk creeping you out… no, no, no!
Yan! Painter who pays one of his colleagues that worked with photographs a large chunk of money to take various photos of you secretly, but at the same time burned with envy and jealousy by knowing that someone else was looking at you. You were his inspiration.
Yan! Painter that memorizes your whole schedule just so he can watch how you act during a daily basis. How you act while working, at home, walking around the cite, everything.
Yan! Painter who slowly starts to fall deeper and deeper for you. His room now filled with multiple paintings of you and a locker he filled with your stuff (that he stole lmao) and pictures.
Yan! Painter who can't wait to actually be able to touch your skin, see how soft it would be, feel its warmth and such. He thought once of breaking inside your house to not only watch you sleep but also be able to grab more of your stuff, but he can't bring himself to actually do it. He's too clumsy and nervous for that.
"Oh my love… When will be the day that I can finally have you all to myself? Will you enjoy being the one that gives life to me work?"
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