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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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— request,

dad's best friend x college student reader

"c'mon sweet thing, you can take it— mm, that's it baby. that's it, you can take more can't you baby boy?"

"don't tell me you're backing out now boy?"

"that's it sweetheart. take me down that pretty throat of yours now — ohh fuck. would've taken you sooner if i knew you were this easy."

"thought you said you've done this before... oh baby, you must've been messing with boys in college. don't worry i'll teach you real good, make you a real cockslut for me."

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reader stays over with his father's best friend after they have a fight, with his host welcoming him in straight away. he's an older fellow, much bigger and stronger than (name), but he's always been so kind if not a bit touchy lately, but the reader doesn't at all mind - if anything he... kind of loves the attention. it feels nice — different nice.

one night when they're both home at the same time, they decide to crack open a few cold ones and put a movie on. they're both sitting next to each other, the reader almost flush again his side leaning into him. — maybe it's the alcohol or something but one thing leads to another and suddenly (name)'s sitting on the lap of his host, grinding down slowly with his dad's best friend big hands on his hips helping him.

"go on then sweet boy, what did you call me before?" "... siir please–" "that's it. good boy, use your words for me."

i'm not quite sure what it is i want with this BUT!! maybe somnophilia at some point? breeding, cock-drunk reader and mild dubcon bc of the alcohol. BIGG OL' SIR KINK PLEASE AND THANK YOU MYTH. maybe reader also has a voice kink too? and hand kink (big hands,,, brain go brr) he just likes how small it makes him feel lolol - i want this so fucking handsy just touchtouchtouch im begging

(Name) eye'd the drink Helen held out to him. He took the drink, chugging it down. Anger still fresh in his mind at his earlier fight with his father. Every time they fought he'd run to his dad's best friends, Helen had always been there for him. Helen chuckled at his antics as he sat back against the couch, hand coming to rest on (Names) leg. (Name) was use to the gesture he always did when they sat together alone, despite that it still had heat rolling up through (Names) stomach.

Helen squeezed his thigh before getting back up. "More?" Helen asked, grabbing his glass and heading to the kitchen before he could answer. (Name) waited patiently for him to get back, head slightly buzzing already. Helen was quick and handed (Name) his drink, he chugged half of it before putting it on the table. "Thank you, sir." (Names) voice was soft. His mind swirled in circles as he leaned back, Helens hand coming back onto his thigh, albeit a little higher.

(Name) let out a quiet shaky breath, Helens hand massive against his thigh. Helen's fingers gently rubbed his thigh, a whimper falling from (Names) lips. "I-uh I'm so sorry." He rushed out, eyes doubled and refusing to look at Helen. "It's okay." Helen smiled, fingers still gently rubbing him as his hand drifted further up. "Call me that again." Helen ordered, eyes dark as he stared at (Name) like the cat who caught the mouse. Helen has always been mysterious. He never knew much other than him and his dad were life long friends, meeting on a job or something. (Name) still really wasn't sure what either did, they usually kept it hush whenever he was around.

"S-sir?" (Name) questioned, stomach dropping when Helen deeply sighed and gripped his thigh tighter. "Good boy." The words had (Names) cock standing at attention, heat flooding his cheeks as his fathers best friend pulled him onto his lap. Helen ground their hips together relishing in every moan he stole from his best friends son. "How's college?" Helens voice was breathy against his shoulder, lips gently kissing the exposed flesh. "G-good!" (Name) choked out, the feeling of Helens large cock pressing against his ass driving him nuts.

"Good boy. Ever been fucked?" (Name) shook in Helen's hold. "I-I, once." He choked out, he hadn't had fun during it. He most certainly hadn't felt even near this much pleasure during the experience. Helen had a smirk painted on his face as he pushed (Name) down between his legs. He adored the look plastered on (Names) face, wide eyes staring up at him. "Don't look so nervous, you wanna stop?" Helen asked, (Name) shaking his head. "Good boy." Helen praised as he pulled his hard cock out, relishing in the look of fear that crossed (Names) face.

“It-it’s big.” He whispered as Helen chuckled . “Go ahead pretty boy, you have done this before?” (Name) nodded, not mentioning the fact the only person he had ever been with was also a virgin at the time. He leaned forward, tongue pressing against Helen’s cock. He licked a stripe up Helen’s cock, easing as Helen let out a happy sounding sigh. (Name) wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking gently.

“Deeper.” Helen muttered, hand lacing into (Names) hair and pushing him further down on his cock. (Name) moaned around his cock as it pushed deeper into his throat, stretching his mouth wide. He tried his best not to gag when Helen rutted against his face, cock sliding deeper. “If i knew you were so easy, we could’ve done this sooner.” Helen smirked as he stared into wide eyes, stirring something primal in him. “Thats it, good boy. You can take me deeper.” (Name) whined, the vibrations running through Helens cock. “So good for me.” Helen praised causing (Names) cheeks to flare up.

“God, come here.” Helen growled out, hands quickly snatching up (Name) and pulling him onto his waiting lap. (Name) gasped as Helen pulled down his jeans and boxers, hands groping at his ass. “Wa-wait!” He pleaded, mind swirling. “Not backing out now are you, boy?” Helen sounded disappointed, (Name) whimpered as one of Helen’s fingers began circling his hole. “No!” He yelped as he shook his head, he really wanted Helen. He just felt overwhelmed.

(Names) stomach tightened as Helen opened a bottle of something tucked into the couch. (Name) didn’t have time to question it before he heard the loud ‘squelch’ of the bottle. His body shuddered, recognising the sound. Helens wet finger came back to circle his hole and (Name) let out a deep breath before it caught in his throat with the slide of Helens finger. A pitched moan left him, the feeling familiar. Helen expertly fingered him, wasting no time in sliding a second digit in, almost drooling at the look on (Names) face. Helen wanted to eat him up, those large doe eyes staring at him made him crazy.

“You’re moaning so loud, no one ever fucked you like this before?” Helens voice was deep, his voice vibrating against (Names) chest as he clung onto Helen for dear life. “N-no-aah!” He cried out as Helen’s fingers twisted deep inside of him. Helen’s fingers opened him up, spreading apart inside of him and making his toes curl.

(Names) body shook as he felt an orgasm fast approaching as Helen’s fingers fucked deep inside of him, he felt a vague fear with the premise of having to take Helen’s cock. His mind was quick to shut up as Helen’s digits assaulted his prostate, moans pouring from (Names) lips as he arched backwards.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Helen’s voice was deep, as his hands grasped (Names) hips. Helen positioned him so he could slide his cock into (Name), Helen couldn’t help but smirk. (Name) lost all sense as Helen’s cock began sliding into him, it was large and overwhelming and he felt as if he was being stretched to his limit.

“Must’ve been boys you were fucking before, never taken a real mans cock have you baby?” (Name) choked but shook his head as Helens hand wrapped loosely around his neck. “Don’t worry, ill train you into a real good cock slut.” Helen delighted in the way he quivered at his words, his dark blue eyes staring into (e/c) ones.

(Names) shaky hands gripped onto Helens arm for support as Helens other hand gripped his hip, easily bouncing his smaller self on Helens cock. Any thought that had been on his mind was gone the moment Helen began slamming into his ass. Loud moans left (Name) as his head rolled back, almost sobbing as Helen used him. (Name) knew he’d be covered in bruises tomorrow, he had no idea how he was going to hide them from his father.

“Such a good boy.” Helen praised, almost giving (Name) whiplash as he flipped him onto the couch. (Name) was momentarily dazed, alcohol still clouding his mind and making the room spin as result of his quick movement. Helen pulled out and slammed deep back into him, grinning at the shout he pulled from his best friends kid. Part of him felt sick but he couldn’t help it, he was just so pretty.

Helens hand kept (Name) pinned to the couch, still wrapped around his neck but tighter as Helen thrusted into him so hard he saw stars dancing in his gaze. (Name) felt like a zombie as he mindlessly drooled all over himself as he was fucked to within an inch of his life.

Warmth spread throughout his body as his skin vibrated, the warmth of Helens hands almost unbearable yet kept him grounded. (Name) felt like a whore as he moaned with every slide of Helens cock, stretching him and sending his toes curling. One of (Names) hands gripped the fabric of Helen’s shirt in a vice grip, stretching the cotton in his hold.

(Name) grew desperate the closer he got, Helen’s thrusts turning sloppy as his own high hit him. Helen bit down on (Names) neck as he slammed balls deep in, (Name) swearing his cock had just buried itself into his stomach as he was pumped full of cum.

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dragon-inc · 4 months

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#dragons #fantasy #male #painter

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herwritingartcowboy · 9 months

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tanjiro with a male!reader that paints/is an artist :-)?? reader is a demon slayer and has had frequently seen tanjiro on missions, so when tanjiro finds reader painting something tanjiros shocked on how he didnt know that he painted!

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Character(s): Tanjiro Kamado

Warning(s): X

Readers Gender: Male

It was your day off and that morning when you awoke you had decided to do some painting. You had been killing demons all this month, being away on missions. So you decide that today you will get yourself some tea, snacks, and just sit and to do something you love to do.

Since you were small you had always loved to paint and would always paint as to what came to your mind and what came to your mind was a certain demon slayer. You had seen the black and green checker haori around when you traveled for missions and even talked to the boy for a minute. So you got out your brush and started to paint.

Tanjiro was sent to deliver some things to you. At first he thought he was gonna meet someone new but when he saw you he remembered you. He had seen you around and it was shocking to him as usually he would be seeing you recklessly use your sword going for fast and big hits. But here you softly painted taking in each second as your body seemed relaxed as even your scent felt relaxed.

After a while he noticed he was staring at you so he made his presence known. You turned and politely greeted him. You two exchange greetings, names, and after Tanjiro gave you your stuff you asked if he would like some tea as he came all this way for something small. Not to be rude Tanjiro agreed but did ask just for one cup of tea and he will leave as to not want to stay for too long.

During this you had met Nezuko after hearing of the rumors but she was a nice girl. While you and Tanjiro were talking Nezuko has gone out and found your painting of Tanjiro and alerted him about it.

You had gotten a bit embarrassed saying that it wasn't finished and to paint him without his permission. But Tanjiro was just captivated by this beautiful painting of him. It may have not been done but the way he looked and how all the colors were mixed together he can only help but smile as he cheeks turned a bit pink. He thanked you for painting him so beautifully too and asked to come back when the painting was ready.

You told him that him and his sister are always welcome at your place. You all said your goodbyes as Tanjiro left you with more inspiration to finish the painting.

#demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x reader #male reader #tanjiro x y/n #tanjirou kamado x reader #tanjiro x you #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x male reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #Tanjiro Kamado x male reader #kamado tanjiro x male reader #male reader fluff #painter reader

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petalpetal · 7 months

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Artist I Like Series

John Brosio 1967 - ???? an American painter known for his surreal paintings.

#John Brosio #american #male artist #painter #20th century #21st century #contemporary art #artist I like #art history #art #fave

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mrskokushibo · 8 months

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NSFW, MDNI. Info on "Oblivion" the Gojo x male!reader smut I just released:

I finally did it... Finished my first ever gay smut (male on male).

This is something I have been meaning to do for a long time. I'm a bisexual female but was always heavily aroused by the imagery of two men fucking.

So finally, it is coming. It is pure smut, short and sweet, no plot. Well.... unless you consider having sex a plot, which I do. The best plot there is, in fact.

And...I needed it to be Gojo.. He deserves all the love he can get, and I wanted to see him receive that love... I know he will live. He has to...

It is a bit of a horny drabble and below are some pictures my good friend shared with me this morning that were the last drop of inspiration I needed to finally write it. The images come from "Yoon Seungho, painter of the night." Obviously, nothing to do with Jujutsu Kaisen, but they made me visualise SatoSugu or Satoru and a male or transgender reader. Either way, Oblivion is out now.

(Link to Oblivion)

Gojo pic by zuyuancesar on IG.

#jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x male reader #gojo satoru #jjk smut #jjk #painter of the night #smut #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen anime #bisexual #gay

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 7 months

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I loved the acne scar insecurity headcanons! I Hope it this isn’t a problem but could you do the acne scar insecurity with eyeless Jack and bloody painter!!

(IF YOU DO IT TYY)

Oooh!! Ive never gotten to write for Helen before!! I have a soft spot in my heart for that guy <33

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Eyeless Jack

As someone who is also very insecure, he understands you having insecurities of your own

However, he will try his hardest to get you out of that headspace

Explaining how acne is natural, and nothing to be ashamed about

He might take a more romantic approach as well, calling your scars "constellations", trying to see what pictures he can make out

If he were to find you picking at the scars and looking at them with a displeased face, he would chuckle a bit

"What'chu laughing at?" You ask, a smile forming on your lips

"You look so focused, my love" he purrs smoothly, coming to sit beside you on your bed and taking your hands, holding them to his chest

You sigh and cuddle into his chest, allowing him to cradle your head and press many kisses to your hair

He then brings your head up to look at him, his sharp claws gently booping each scar

"You look like a starry sky, love. Oh my, is that the big dipper?" He squints and leans in closer to your face as if trying to get a better look

"Haa. Haa. Very funny, jack" you say with a grin, swatting his face away

He kisses your forehead and settles down, placing your head into the crook of his nack and wrapping his legs around your own

"If they bother you that much I'm sure there's some form of cosmetic surgery you could get" he mumbles

"Would you be ok with that?" You ask him

"It doesn't really matter what I want, dear. It's your face we're talking about"

You smile and kiss his neck "maybe"

Bloody Painter

He finds your scars quite beautiful, actually

Helen's art style involves seeing beauty in almost everything

A lot of his works include disturbing things, like death, sadness, natural deformities, etc

He follows the motto "art is supposed to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable" to a T.

So when you open up about your insecurities to him, his first instinct is to paint it, and turn it into something you perceive as beautiful

And so he spends many days, working tirelessly on this new art piece of his, making sure to catch every scar, mole, birth mark, etc

If you want to take part in this piece, he will ask you to model for him!

He will put you in a comfortable pose, you are not allowed to have makeup or any skin product on

"Hold still, my sweet, I'm almost done with this piece and then we can take a break"

But if you would rather it be a suprise, he will use a picture of you as reference (as well as adding his own artistic flare)

And he will give it to you as a gift!

The painting itself will be filled with reds and yellows and browns, in the middle will be you with your eyes peacefully closed, each scar being bright stars glowing and bringing some light to the otherwise dark painting

Other than painting I feel like he would love your face in general, just because he thinks its so beautiful <333

Again, he finds beauty in things others do not, so even if you hate your acne scars i can guarantee he will love your face

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #eyeless jack x male reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader

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monogreek · 3 months

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Two Models in the Studio (1982) by Alecos Levidis (b. 1944)

#greek #art #art history #τέχνη #ζωγράφος #painting #painter #contemporary art #Alecos Levidis #Αλέκος Λεβίδης #figurative art #male model #male body #homoerotic art #male beauty

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delusionalthoughtsstuff · 2 months

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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

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

#oc x reader #yandere #yan oc #yandere x darling #tw yandere #male yandere #x male reader #x gn reader #x reader #🖌️yandere painter #oc yandere #yandere x you

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gayartists · 2 years

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Penelope (c 1922-23), Glyn Warren Philpot

#Penelope #glyn warren philpot #british painter #british artist #painting #fine art #gay art #gay artist #male figure #queer art #art history #male nude #malefigure #queer history #lgbt #gay

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resplendentoutfit · 3 months

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Anthony van Dyck (Flemish,1599 - 1641) • Lord John Stuart and his Brother, Lord Bernard Stuart • 1638

We want to be underwear models but Mother will not allow us to dial the Time Machine to the 21st century.

#portrait #art #painting #royal portraits #art history #fine art #anthony van dyck #double portrait #full length portrait #the resplendent outfit #fashion history #flemish painter #baroque art #baroque male fashion #men's fashion 1600s #art humor

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k155355 · 10 months

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[(the Muse)] DRABBLE

Start: 07/24 — Finish 07/24

Links: Rules & Masterpost

DISCLAIMER!! SFW. None really.

Featuring: Bloody Painter & GN!Reader

It was a strange thing.

The rustling of people alike all flooded down the hallway — Older woman in turtlenecks and glasses gazed upon abstract pieces, the grazing hand of a young child passing their leggings. Children running around or eating snacks as parents takes sighs of relief at their little one finally calming down. Young couples and single teens may occasionally pass by. You stared fixated, unmoving, among the sea of bustling folk chattering their days away.

The museum was high in people. But it was quiet. Talkative, but low in volume. You had worried when walking in it’d be unbearably loud and leave you no mental space to admire the different pieces hung on the walls in their cases.

You saw small displays of miniature paintings, paintings that took the whole wall, paintings, that spoke an undeniable message through detail and emotion, and, paintings with provoking thought placed upon the shapes and colors.

You were out of place.

You were not apart of the picture.

Wealthy families, upper middle class and upper class folk alike wandered the falls of the museum. And then there was you. A seeming statue dead center of the hallway. People walked past you, some peeking behind them as you stood there in complete fixation. “Something”, they thought, “Something must be captivating”.

Your weight was supported by one leg, the other bent slightly at the knee. Your left hand was on your hip and the only was loosely hung around ur abdomen.

Everything was so much brighter than before.

The fluorescent lights seemingly “not doing their job” in ur opinion.

Your breath was shallow and slow.

You stood there in ur baggy pajamas from the night before; A baggy sweatshirt, plaid pajama shorts and slippers. Your only addition this morning being a thick scarf. It was cold.

Your messy hair was sticking out in places and the bags under your eyes were more prominent the longer stared, your eyes squinting - mind floating around unaware of the bleeding bright lights on the ceiling. Your brain didn’t notice, but you did. Yet wanted more light.

He sat there in a seat, a small commune area with a couple picnic tables. In his hand was a ballpoint pen and on the table was a small sketchbook. Your were staring at some random man, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why seeing some random man was one of the things you were looking at in this place of beauty. But you didn’t want to look away.

It was a moment of piece away from your life. A moment of inspiration.

Taking aside the tough times, you dragged yourself out of bed. The slowly crept down the sidewalk to the museum, handed the security guard an entrance fee and wandered the halls. Looking. Looking for something to strike a nerve with you. Something to show you a new perspective or something to give you an answer to what you’ve been desperately searching for what seemed like forever now.

But it wasn’t some centuries old paintings or some new art from the painter down the road. It was man in a blue button up and black dress pants. He looked well off. He looked peaceful. Something you do desperately craved. His black hair waved over his face, his eyes unknown to you. His pale skin seemed to glow, and his calloused hand held the pen with dainty care.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to think.

You were just staring.

Looking at a man you’ve never seen before in your entire life. A man that was so put together. Someone who didn’t look like their homeless, or some kind of druggy. Someone who could go their entire life without ever caring to know who you were or what you were doing. Someone who knew what they were doing.

Your heart ached. You didn’t know why.

This was all a moment of peace you didn’t expect, yet it all came fading away when his hair moved. His blue eyes came into view and he looked up for a moment, scanning the room, stoping when his gaze landed on you. He stared for only a moment before retreating back into his sketchbook and scribbling. A beautiful glass was drawn on his paper alongside other doodles at the bottom. But, in truth, you weren’t paying attention.

It was a drooping feeling. Something that grounded you. A single look - a single look to make you realize how weird you look. Slowly leaving the pose you were in, you glanced around and found no one looking at you. That was your cue to leave.

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