#id be a nude model for an art class i think

[highvern]

Ateez in Different NSFW Careers

Pairing: ot8

Genre: smut, 21+

Warnings: lots of sex, masturbating, porn, domination/submission, fetishes, lmk if i missed anything egregious

Note: this is an idea for a miniseries but idk and thought id put it out there to see if people are interested (dont bring up the ateez mixtape series, im working on it!) thank you @wingsofimagery @yessa-vie for listening to this brain rot

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Hongjoong:

onlyfans creator, solos of him masturbating or nudes. weirdly artistic? like camera angles on point, edited to perfection, color graded. rarely, if ever, collabs with others. occasionally posts erotic photography of one unidentifiable woman. his subscribers aren't sure what to make of it but pictures of them together are some of his best work. daylights as a photographer and has some of his work in small galleries across the city.

Seunghwa:

amatuer porn star, makes homemade couple porn or something with a close female friend. domestic/bf vibes in every video. v soft with each other even when they're having rough sex. people assume they're actually dating bc of the insane chemistry even though they never show their faces. its his fun dirty little secret no one in the office knows.

Yunho:

boyfriend for hire. specializes in "turn your brain off for the night, i'll handle it." rent him to be your date to an event or just for a night on the town. doesn't always sleep with his client (his discretion) but usually cuddles and will spend the night. just trying to pay off his student loans since being an analyst pays shit. big yunho bc he has a big... u kno? and loves hearing the women he sleeps with rave about it. has had several repeat customers and older women that recommend him to their friends.

Yeosang:

audio erotica. just aside hobby for him. tbh 9/10 times forgets to record or that he even has the account. started bc a girl he was seeing freshman year of college told him she wanted a video with the sound on and he didn't know what that meant but she liked his voice enough to let the completely black screen slide. posts sporadically but always makes waves when he does. people have offered him money for custom audios and he always turns them down.

San:

fetish model. shibari, leather, latex. you name it, he's most likely modeled it. has portrait of himself (unrecongnizable, facing away just his back criss crossed with ropes, hands bound at the base of his spine) hanging in his apartment. his friends think its weird since they know he's the one in the picture but most of the girls he brings home just think he's into some freaky stuff. started bc he would nude model for the art classes at his college when he needed fast money for weed. people assume he likes really kinky sex bc of his job but he prefers vanilla sex most of the time bc his job is so kink heavy. works as a fitness instructor as his 9-5, and had a few people recognize him but most are cool and leave him alone

Mingi:

nsfw twitter creator. videos, pictures, sliding into dms. mingi does it all and enjoys the comments of people thirsting over him even if he's one dick among thousands. for his day job he works in a sex store and flirts with the exotic dancers who come in to buy their costumes (turned down every single time, there's even a pool for how quickly he'll strike out). the one girl that flirted back still lives in his brain rent free bc all she did was smile and he folded like origami. now when she comes in mingi has to remind himself not to drool.

Wooyoung:

cam boy brat, sugars on the side. likes being degraded by his audience when he's bad. lover of milfs, and has a sugar mommy he sees once a month. loves being wined and dined by her and then loved on at her fancy apartment uptown. started doing both in college to pay rent, now works at a dance studio and keeps it up bc the extra cash is nice. enamored with taking pictures during sex. has a collection of polaroids with his current FWB that he cherishes more than anything (always carries one in his phone case). toyed with the idea of having her come on his streams but he doesn't want to share. he should probably look into that more.

Jongho:

dungeon dom (IDK), the kind thats a look don't touch dom. if you need a session to work through your stress, go to him. sexy spanking, punishment spanking, therapy spanking. he's got the knowledge and know how. has a strange collection of vintage dvds and magazines. rare stuff that he treats like art rather than smut. jongho i never want to speak on your name im sorry

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[luandti]

Museum AU (snippet)

Lucy Chen was angry. At HIM. Again.

“Is this really necessary?” she crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at Tim Bradford, Head of Security.

He gave her an annoyed look in response.

“Listen, Chen. I do an important job here. Not all of us can make a living out of painting pictures of naked men.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. He knew damn well that wasn’t what her job was (she was actually an art teacher who worked in museum education). But ever since he had confiscated her flyers, looking for nude models for an art class, he made fun of her. Her co-worker Rachel had commented that it was a shame Tim Bradford didn’t volunteer because he was quote “fine as hell”. Lucy did absolutely not think about him naked after that, ever.

“What’s going on?” that was Angela Lopez who worked with Tim in security and from Lucy’s experience so far she was actually nice. Although, she looked pretty intimidating right now.

“I couldn’t get into the museum because my access card doesn���t work. Mr. super cop over there”, Lucy made an annoyed pointing gesture with her head in Tim’s direction, “pretends he doesn’t know who I am and sticks to protocol.”

Angela looked between them for a second. And Lucy could swear there was a gleam in her eye. “He called the cops on you?”

“I did not call the cops!”, Tim sounded exasperated. “I simply have to manually check her ID to make sure she actually works here”.

“You KNOW I work here”, Lucy said through gritted teeth.

Angela definitely had a gleam in her eye.

“Bradford”, Nyla Harper’s voice, laced with authority, came from accross the entrance hall. “You had your fun, now let her through”. Nyla was the co-head of security and Lucy loved her because she usually treated Tim like an annoying little brother.

Tim ignored Nyla. But after making a show out of looking closely at Lucy’s face and afterwards at her ID photo, he gave it back to her and let her pass. Angela promised she would be in touch as soon as they found out what was going on with her card.

“Ugh, he is the WORST”, Lucy was still angry when she entered the office which she shared with Rachel and Tamara, her roommate and intern.

“Tim again?”, Rachel asked and exchanged a meaningful glance with Tamara which Lucy choose to ignore.

“Why does he have to annoy me all of the time?”

“Are you sure that is what he does?” Tamara sounded amused.

“What are you implying?”

“I don’t know... I always thought he is kinda flirting with you?”

Lucy tried not to blush but failed. “He is not!”

She heard Tamara whisper “sure” under her breath and choose to ignore that, too.

The truth was Lucy had no idea what exactly she and Tim had going on. Sometimes she thought there might be something flirty there - especially after Nyla’s wedding last year when he had asked her to dance with him and actually smiled at her.

From the start she had not been intimidated by his tough exterior but seen it as a challenge. Sometimes she was extra cheerful whenever she intercated with him and in return he pretended to be annoyed by that. They had played pranks on each other, starting with Lucy stealing his money from him after he had lectured her about keeping her backpack in an “unsecure place” while she led a group of kindergartners through the museum (she had left her backpack in the break room like everyone else).

Sometimes they do share intimate stuff with each other, too. For example when Lucy had found out about Tim’s wife, Isabel, a former employee at the service desk who had been fired when she, repeatedly, came to work high. After not seeing her for over a year, Tim caught her stealing money from the museum. He had tried to cover up for her. But Lucy had seen him and decided to talk him out of it. She told him that he would regret helping Isabel. He had been angry with her at the time. But the next day she saw him entering Grey’s office. The museum director was generally a kind employer but he had reported Isabel to the police after that.

In the almost two years that had passed since then, Lucy had absolutely not asked Angela about Isabel at one point and had totally not felt a fluttery feeling in her chest when Angela had told her that after Isabel’s return from rehab, she and Tim had decided to get divorced.

Last May, when Lucy’s abusive ex-boyfriend Caleb had tried to contact her again and Lucy had been scared, Tim had noticed and walked her home from work for a month after that.

When her best friend Jackson, a fashion model, had been in a car accident and Lucy couldn’t find out what was going on, it was Tim who called one of his cop friends for information and later drove her to the hospital.

So, Lucy knew that Tim was actually a good peson. He was generally liked among his co-workers, too. Angela and him seemed to be best friends even.

But still there were a lot of times when Lucy and Tim were at each others throats. Like when she had tried to recruit naked models for her adult art class: Tim had taken all of her flyers away and said they were against museum policy. Lucy knew he had made that up.

Or the time when Lucy was so angry at him because he thought about marrying his then girlfriend Ashley, although, she didn’t like his dog, Kojo? What was he thinking?

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Tim Bradford watched as Lucy Chen finally walked towards the elevators. Maybe he had been a bit over the top this morning, of course he knew who she was and there actually wasn’t any protocol which forced him to double check her ID. But he always enjoyed ruffling her feathers a bit.

“Timothy, you do know that you are beeing pretty obvious, right?”

Tim spun around, giving Angela what he hoped was an outraged look.

Angela couldn’t stop a teasing smile from appearing on her lips. “Ohhh... you really do like her then.”

Tim closed his eyes and shook his head gathering all of his patience.

“Ang... please not this again, he started walking back towards their office next to the Museum’s gigantic wooden entrance doors.

Angela followed him. “Tim is in looove”

“Angela! Stop it.” He opened the door to the small room full of monitors showing surveillance footage.

Entering behind him Angela was about to say something when Tim let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t want to talk about her, ok? Besides, she would never consider dating me.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“She knows about Isabel, ok? About what I almost did for her? How I couldn’t stop my wife from becoming a drug addict. How I was so bad at marriage that she choose to live on the street...”.

Angela stared at him for a moment. “So that is why you don’t ask her out? because you are ashamed of your divorce?”

Tim ignored her and sat down to go through his paperwork.

“Tim, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard”, Angela announced. “I am pretty sure Lucy is into you..”.

That caught Tim’s interest “Why would you say that?”

Angela rolled her eyes at him “I have told you this before you idiot: she asks me stuff about you sometimes.” Laughing quietly she added “she probbaly thinks she is low-key about it but she is really not.”

Tim thought about that for a minute. “Doesn’t matter she is dating that Chris guy from PR”. Tim said “Chris” with obvious distaste.

“No, they actually broke up a month ago”, none of them had realized that Smitty, the janitor, had stepped into the office.

“Smitty, do I wanna know how you found that out?” Angela asked carefully.

“I overheard her talking to Rachel”, Smitty revealed innocently.

“He still hasn’t ask her out, then?” Nyla appeared behind Smitty and Tim covered his face with his hands. Why was everyone involved in this?

“Oh, Timmy, don’t be sad”, Nyla gave him a playful clap on the shoulder.

“When you don’t ask her, I will...” Smitty couldn’t even finish his sentence before Angela and Nyla said in unison “No! Not again”.

Tim had enough. He walked past them, out of the building and took a deep breath on the sidewalk in front of Thorsen Art Museum.

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I had the idea for this AU in my head for a while but I don’t have the patience or the time to write full fics (sorry ;)). But I wanted to bring it to life somehow. So here is a fraction of a Chenford Museum AU. I hope you enjoy this. Also I am sorry for any language mistakes.

Btw this is what I envision AU Lucy’s apartement to look like.

#chenford au #chenford #ok listen #nyla is gay in this AU #and she and her wife michaela have three kids #one boy and two girls #angela is married to wesley and he is a lawyer here too #jackson is a fashion model (bc he is so pretty) #and also lucys best friend #thorsen is a fancy artist #grey is the museum director #nolan? who is nolan? he doesn't exist (sorry) #maybe the museum is robbed at one point an dlucy and tim go undercover #as fancy art collectors and try to solve the case #but actually they are just idiots in love #anyways... none of this is completely thought through yet :D #lucy is an art teacher #but also an artist herself #and obviously tim is jealous and doesn't want her to draw naked guys :D #also i didn't know how to translate museumspädagogik #and hope museum education exists ;)

[faulty-writes]

Hiii! I’m new here but I just loved more than I imagined, that college AU scenario where Mirio is volunteered in an art class to pose as a nude model for the reader... so... could you write a part 2 where they go on that date and they pose together, but the reader takes of her clothes too... 👀 Id LOVE a NSFW but you do as you want

[ I’m probably late in saying this, but welcome! This sounds like it’ll be fun to write. Let’s see what I can do. This turned out so much longer than I thought it would. ] 

WARNING: Sexual Acts, Vaginal Sex, Fingering. 18+. You get the idea. 

Part One Located Here. 

You still couldn’t believe you had agreed to this and thinking back to what led up to it was a little amusing. You still flushed thinking about the way Mirio had pulled you into his lap, his arms around you and his heat brushing against you while you somehow focused on drawing yourself and him from the reflection of the mirror. How did he even get you to do that in the first place?

Most would consider themselves lucky to be in that situation, of course, it was a little different for you. It was one thing to admire someone from a distance, but you knew Mirio up, close, and personal. Sure he was attractive, you could admit that. But ever since that day, you got butterflies in your stomach whenever you were near him.

You tried to convince yourself it was only because you had agreed to go on a date with him, which meant there was the potential you could become more than friends. Though in a way you had already crossed that line, still. As the days ticked away until the agreed date, you couldn’t help but find yourself shying away from Mirio.

Every time you saw him in the hallway, you couldn’t help but blush and act shy. It was unlike you, to be so nervous around someone. In a way it bothered you, but you knew there was very little that could be done. On the day of the date, you had trouble picking out an outfit. Mirio had suggested that he bring the food and drink, that way you could snack between art pieces.

Still, that led back to the same question. What the hell would you wear? Eventually, you settled on a lazy day outfit which consisted of a plain shirt and sweatpants. There was no use in wearing anything but casual clothes, especially if they were bound to get dirty from whichever art supplies you decided to use. Still, you looked yourself over before heading out of your dorm room.

The butterflies in your stomach seemed to increase the closer you got to your destination, which was the art department of the school. Luckily, while you passed by plenty of students on your way there. It seemed like the art department was empty and you lifted your head when you noticed Mirio was waiting outside the door for you.

He was leaning against the wall, his head was toward the floor and his foot kicked up dirt. There was a wooden basket hanging from his arm as well, which you assumed held the food and drink he had talked about. He was wearing a baggy shirt with a white and red-colored jacket. He also wore plain blue jeans and sneakers.

When he heard you approach, he lifted his head and smiled. “Hi there, sunshine!” he called as he walked over and you lifted your hand to wave at him. But you noticed his steps seemed rushed as if he hadn’t seen you in years and his arms were spread out.

“Oh no…” you knew what he wanted to do and braced yourself, despite that. You let out a squeak when his arms wrapped around your legs and proceeded to lift you into the air. You reached out, clasping onto his arms as if to steady yourself and even though he noticed this, he chuckled. “You look so cute today.” he commented, something that caught you off guard and caused you to blush.

“I uh...I do?” you replied, almost dumbfounded. But Mirio only nodded and was tempted to lean close and nuzzle against you. But he decided that maybe such an action was best left for later. Instead, he turned and walked to the door. Still holding you in his arms, “Hold on a sec…” he said before reaching for the door handle, the door itself gave a rusty squeak as it opened.

You looked over your shoulder, noticing that the classroom was pitch black. However, light filled the room as soon as Mirio stepped inside. He closed the door with his foot and the sound of it slamming made you jump in his arms. “Whoa, easy there!” he said, you were never a fan of loud noises. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.” Mirio looked away, a little embarrassed but it was okay. It’s not like he had ruined the date, with that in mind.

He lowered you back to your feet and you shyly rubbed your arm. “So uh…” you trailed off and looked around the room which was surprisingly empty. Usually, there were easels everywhere and chairs. But everything looked as though it were cleared, the smell of paint and glue still lingered in the air. “Hm, is something wrong?” Mirio said as he leaned down to hover over your shoulder.

You jumped again and turned to face him. “Oh!” you exclaimed before clearing your throat. “Uh, heh. It’s nothing. Just looks empty.” you said and Mirio leaned back up with a chuckle. “Well, we can fix that! After all, this is an art date. So, do you wanna try to draw me again?” he questioned and you felt your mouth go dry.

You reached up to scratch the back of your head, feeling a sort of warmth course through your cheeks. “With...your clothes on?” you replied before folding your hand into a fist and lightly tapped your forehead. Okay, maybe that was a stupid question. Still, Mirio laughed in response. At least he found it humorous, guess that was a good thing.

“Well, I could always take them off if you want,” he said as he slid his jacket off, such a simple action sent your heart racing. “Uh! I mean...well you don’t have to, uh...I think I’ve seen you enough without your clothes.” you replied, shyly glancing at the floor. Mirio tilted his head before shrugging in response.

“Well, that might be true. Though at this point, it almost feels weird to have someone draw me with my clothes on.” you shyly glanced back at him, you somewhat understood what he meant. He seemed pretty shameless when it came to nudity, but once again you found yourself blaming his quirk for that.

“R-Right...well, why don’t you...um, why don’t you try to draw me?” you suggested and Mirio looked confused, his eyebrows lowered as he looked at you. “Me?” he repeated as he jabbed a finger into his chest and you nodded, “Yeah, come on. It could be fun, I can’t be the only artist on this date.” you said before chuckling, “Well I...I mean I could give it a try if it makes you happy, sunshine.” he said before walking over to the table and setting the basket down.

He then looked around, he wasn’t sure what he could use. An easel was usually reserved for painting and he knew he wasn’t a good painter. So maybe...he walked over to the charcoal sticks and picked up one, it was messy but definitely easier than painting. You smiled as you watched him, he almost looked cute. “Do I get a kiss if I do a good job?” he teased as he continued to gather his art supplies, though his words made you blush.

“Uh...y-you...want a kiss?” it was a strange thing, usually people didn’t ask for kisses. But Mirio seemed like the type that would always want consent and that wasn’t a bad thing. Still, he walked over to the table and pulled a chair up. “Of course I do! After all, I like you! So why wouldn’t I want a kiss? This is a date after all and I’m super eager to see what we can create together!” you nervously chuckled and scratched the back of your neck.

“R-Right.” you looked over, Mirio seemed happy with the large piece of paper in front of him and various charcoal sticks that looked to be of different sizes. “So, how are you going to pose for me?” he questioned and you took a step back, “Pose? Oh uh, right…” you hadn’t actually thought of what poses you could do.

Though laying down might be the most comfortable considering you didn’t know how long it would take him to do the drawing. Mirio’s eyes were on you as you walked to the center of the room and proceeded to get onto your knees, “Hm.” Mirio was a little eager to see what you were planning to do. Though the sight of you on your knees was quite interesting, he tried to keep his mind from wandering and focused on the blank paper in front of him.

However, he felt a little cheeky and looked back at you. Feeling his mouth go dry as he watched you lay on the floor, you decided that laying on your back would be the most comfortable position. He swallowed and looked away, what was wrong with him? He normally didn’t have thoughts like this and it was almost silly how dirty his thoughts could get when he was around you.

Regardless, he tried to clear his mind. “Um, just...let me know when you’re ready,” he said, glancing at you once again and watched as you squirmed around a bit before laying your hands on your stomach. You couldn’t really see anything but the table and Mirio’s legs that were stretched out underneath it. Those butterflies continued to swarm in your stomach, but you took a deep breath.

“Okay...I’m ready,” you said, trying your best to keep still and closed your eyes, believing that it was easier than trying to keep them open. Especially if you were on the floor where the dirt and dust would irritate them. Mirio found himself blushing, you looked rather peaceful and cute. He had a sudden urge to walk over and cuddle you, forget about the drawing altogether.

But he had promised you he’d try to draw you and well, he never went back on his word. Still, it was a little difficult to do the outline of your figure. He could only see your head and part of your upper body from his position. Your arms seemed a little tricky to draw, and he was nervous about how well he could do your portrait justice.

The most frustrating thing he found to draw however was your shirt. It covered most of your body and seemed to be a touch too baggy which meant it concealed some of your curves. He latched onto his lip, tapping the charcoal stick against the paper that was already a smeared mess. “Uh, sunshine.” he said, “Hm?” you peeped one eye open.

“Yeah? Is something wrong?” you asked and Mirio looked down, his feet seemed to be tapping against the floor which was often a nervous habit people displayed when they were feeling insecure. “Could you...maybe, take your shirt off?” he questioned and while his words seemed innocent, you couldn’t help but feel surprised.

Your eyes went wide and your heart almost bounced right out of your chest. Such a simple question had you flushing, “T-Take my…” you trailed off, reaching up to press your hands against your face. Your cheeks were warm and you were almost afraid that Mirio might notice how red they were.

You cleared your throat and reached down, your hands curled into the bottom of your shirt. “Why?” you asked and Mirio looked down, “Um...well,” he began, unsure of how he would explain himself. “Well...it’d be easier to draw your beauty that way, I don’t want anything separating it. Also...you’ve seen me naked plenty of times, so maybe it’s only fair I get to see some of your skin.” he concluded and you frowned before crossing your arms over your chest.

Part of you was nervous to take your shirt off, you were modest, and although this was a date. You wondered just how much of a gentleman Mirio could be. Then again, he did have a point. He had been a nude model for a while now and you had certainly seen more of him then he had seen of you. “Well…” your hands trembled slightly before you let out a sigh, thankfully you had worn a bra today.

Mirio sensed your hesitation and smiled before standing up. “Here.” he offered before pulling his shirt over his head. He could have used his quirk, but what would be the point of that if he just wanted to take off one item? “So you don’t feel alone,” he said, however, you hadn’t expected him to do such a thing and your eyes glanced over his shirtless form.

He was quite muscular, though you heard stories about how much he worked out. You looked away, “F-Fine.” you said, despite your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. You hesitantly pulled your shirt off. You trembled as the cool air hit your skin causing goosebumps to rise. How did Mirio do this? You shrugged at the thought, trying to ignore the small amount of excitement you felt as you laid your hands back on your stomach.

Mirio chuckled, happy to see you semi-shirtless. His eyes took in the shape of your chest before he went back to drawing, though you still felt somewhat embarrassed. The feeling seemed to go away as the minutes ticked by. It seemed like an hour had passed before Mirio finally spoke. “Finished!” he said as he held the paper up, his hands were smeared black and he had gotten some fingerprints on the portrait of you.

But it was clear he was still proud of his work and you rolled over before standing on your feet. You grabbed your shirt and eagerly walked over, “Let me see.” you insisted and Mirio smiled before holding the drawing up, you tried not to laugh and covered your mouth. Snickers still escaped and Mirio frowned, “What’s wrong? Is it that bad?” he questioned before looking at it once more, he wasn’t an artist and the lines were jagged and he made you look more like a messed up cartoon than an actual person.

But either way, he had tried hard and you lowered your hand, “Sorry, heh. Sorry Mirio.” you said as you reached up to touch his arm, which felt muscular and tensed up. “It’s great, you might be an artist yet,” you said, trying to cheer him up. He turned to you with a smile and nodded, “Heh, maybe but I think I’ll stick to being a model.” his eyes looked you over, he swallowed and once more focused on your chest.

That bra hugged you just right and the temptation to pull it off was there, but he restrained himself. Gees, where were these thoughts coming from? “So, I guess it’s your turn to draw me. Unless you wanted something to drink, you must have gotten thirsty laying on the floor for that long.” you chuckled in response and shrugged your shoulders.

“Hm, well I guess I could use a drink.” Mirio smiled, “Coming right up!” he said before turning to walk over to the basket that was still sitting on the table. He opened it and reached inside, feeling for the bottle of cold tea he had. “Here you go.” he chuckled as he handed it over and it only took a moment for you to unscrew the cap before taking a long sip.

You licked your lips after and noticed Mirio was no longer in front of you. “Hm?” you turned around, seeing he was now standing in the middle of the room. His hands were on his hips and he turned to look at you. “Hm?” he tilted his head and his lips formed a pout. “Sorry, I was just thinking of what kind of pose I want to do. But there’s something I gotta do first,” he said before smiling at you, but somehow you didn’t trust that smile.

Your eyes widened as you watched what remained of Mirio’s clothing fall through his body and he stood there completely nude, giving you the thumbs up. You tilted your head and quickly averted your eyes when he walked over to you, your cheeks looked so red but Mirio secretly enjoyed knowing he had such power over you. “Hey,” he said as he placed a hand on your shoulder, using his other to lift your chin up gently.

Though you didn’t want to look at him, you found yourself lost in his eyes nonetheless. “Uh w-what?” you replied, feeling your cheeks burn all the more. “I have an idea, if you’re up to it,” he said, and you raised your eyebrow in question. “An idea?” you repeated, almost too afraid to know what it was. Mirio was...rather different when it came to ideas, but he nodded.

“Yup! This is supposed to be a date right? If you don’t mind the strange vibe it gives, well I was thinking...maybe I could lay my head in your lap as you fed me?” his tone shifted as he asked the question and you stepped back, cradling your hands to your chest. “You don’t think that’s too weird?” you questioned, though Mirio just shrugged and rubbed his stomach.

You followed his hands though quickly glanced to the side as they were above a rather forbidden area. “Well, I’m kind of hungry and I thought it’d be neat. You can draw my portrait as I lay my head in your lap and have you feed me, after all. It’d be nice to be fed by a Goddess.” you nearly choked at those words and looked at Mirio wide-eyed and curious. Did he really think that highly of you?

It was a little too much, no one had ever complimented you like that before. Honestly, it was kind of nice. “Well...if you put it like that.” you looked over your shoulder at the basket before turning your attention back to Mirio. “Okay, I can do that,” you replied, sounding a little more confident than you had before. Still, he seemed pleased with your answer and watched you walk over to the basket.

Soft ruffling filled the air before you pulled out a container of fruit, it was filled with strawberries and mango chunks. You turned back and walked over to Mirio, “Will this do?” you questioned and Mirio’s eyes lit up at the sight of the container. He laughed and gave you the thumbs up. “Looks great, now there’s just one more thing.” he said as he reached over and grabbed your hand, you blinked.

What else could there possibly be? Mirio chuckled and pulled you close to him, causing a gasp to escape. His arm reached down to snake around your waist, “I know this may be a little inappropriate and I’m not trying to be a pervert, no. Just sometimes it’s hard to control myself around such a beautiful person and well, you are topless.” his eyes drifted down to your chest before gazing back at you.

“Well, almost.” your stomach twisted once more and you squeezed your thighs together, the way he was looking at you made a strange warmth begin to build. “What...what are you saying?” you questioned, almost afraid of the answer. 

“Well, I’d feel more comfortable if I wasn’t the only one in my birthday suit. Plus it’ll give you a chance to feel what it’s really like to be a model! I mean, your artistic skills are amazing and well, I’m sure one day someone will want to capture your shining essence on paper so...well…” another chuckle left his lips, God he was so nervous.

You knew what he was implying, what he wanted you to do.  You had already taken your shirt off for him, wasn’t that enough? Then again, he did raise a good point. He was standing bare as if it were completely normal and yeah, maybe one day you would get asked to model. You groaned and looked around the room, no one else was here.

It was just the two of you and you highly doubted there were cameras around. Still, you’d feel a little shy if you took your clothes off. Yet, Mirio, while he seemed somewhat insistent, wouldn’t force you to do anything and it might make drawing his portrait a little more interesting if you did go through with his suggestion. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to be nervous. Easier said than done.

“Okay.” you replied, which surprised Mirio, “Really?” he questioned and you nodded, “Yeah, so you want to sit your head in my lap right?” you questioned and Mirio smiled, “Yup!” he replied, “So...let’s find a comfortable position together.” you suggested as you stepped away from him.

You shyly scurried to the art supply table, grabbing a few pencils and a sketchbook before returning to him. You lowered yourself to the floor and sat on your knees before placing your art supplies on the floor. You then opened the container of fruit and placed it by your side. Mirio followed your lead and lowered himself to the floor as well, smiling at you the whole time.

“Are you sure this is okay with you?” he questioned and you nodded, “Yeah just…” you looked to him before feeling your face light up once more. “Just look away when I undress okay?” Mirio looked confused for a moment but did what you asked nonetheless. He covered his eyes with his hand and turned his head the opposite way. It was a little entertaining, still, you felt nervous even when he wasn’t looking at you.

But, you gave him your word and reached up to slide your bra off, you could feel your nipples harden due to the cool air. You tried to ignore the feeling and leaned back, taking your shoes off before wiggling out of your sweatpants. The last remaining item was your underwear and you latched onto your lip before looking over at Mirio.

He looked so content sitting there, as if being naked was natural. Maybe it was in a way, you closed your eyes and hesitantly pulled your underwear down. You folded each item before placing it into a pile, you shivered and wrapped your arms around your naked body. Gees, you were tempted to turn the temperature up. But you highly doubted that would help anything, so instead, you turned to Mirio who still had his hand over his eyes.

“Okay...you can...look now.” you replied, though your arms were still covering yourself. Mirio did as you said and the moment he saw your naked body. His eyes widened and a soft blush came to his cheeks. “Oh wow…” he said and you ducked your head, your face burning red. 

“W-What...I know I’m not much to look at-” you began but Mirio interrupted you, “What? Sunshine, you’re beautiful! I just...I guess I feel lucky that I get to see you like this.” he replied, smiling as brightly as ever before laying on his back.

He nuzzled his head into your lap and smiled as he looked up at you before grabbing one of your arms. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide your...chest,” he said softly and you groaned in response. You felt embarrassed yet excited, almost as if this out of the norm situation caused something inside of you to tick. You shyly glanced down at Mirio, he looked so innocent laying in your lap like that.

The scent of strawberries caught your attention and you had almost forgotten that you had opened the container to begin with. You looked over, and honestly, the fruit itself was making you a little hungry but you said you were going to feed Mirio. You reached over, flipping the sketchpad to a fresh page before grabbing one of the strawberries, “Open.” you said as you brought it to his mouth, Mirio smiled before complying with your order.

Taking a bite of the strawberry and its juices splattered, staining Mirio’s lips and chin. You looked at him before grabbing your pencil and with one hand, you began to sketch a rough outline of Mirio. You lowered the strawberry, allowing him to take another bite. But you shivered when you felt his lips brush against your fingers and his tongue licked at your fingertips.

It was an odd sensation, “Uh…” you wanted to say something, but tried to focus on your sketch instead. You continued to feed Mirio the fruit and it certainly made the portrait interesting, though it changed slightly every time you looked at him. You had recreated his image almost perfectly, in addition, you had almost forgotten the fact that you were naked as you were too focused on your art.

However, when the realization came. You wanted to cover your exposed chest once more, but Mirio quickly sat up and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Licking his lips of the remaining fruit juice before pulling you close, you squeaked and felt your cheeks flush once more. “Let me see.” he insisted before grabbing the sketchbook.

He smiled as he glanced at your drawing, clearly impressed. “You’re always so good at this, I’m jealous,” he said as he lowered the sketchbook to the floor and turned to face you. However, you were looking away from Mirio. Too embarrassed and self-conscious, despite the fact that both of you were naked. He seemed to catch on and leaned closer, you gasped when you felt his warm lips against your cheek.

It only lasted a few moments before he pulled away and reached over to grab your chin, turning your head toward him. “I know this might be a weird date, but I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. You’re my special someone and I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you a whole bunch.” he chuckled and you looked down, you remembered when he confessed his feelings to you.

But you never imagined that it would lead to this. You swallowed and found yourself nodding, “Y-Yeah, I uh...remember.” you replied, unsure of what to say. “Hey…” Mirio smiled as he leaned over and picked up the container of fruit, he could still taste the sweet substance on his tongue. But he turned to you and while you expected him to speak, instead a laugh escaped him.

“You should draw us again like you did last time in the mirror,” he said as he handed you the container, which you nearly dropped in surprise. “What?!” you exclaimed and once more you found yourself blushing, it was a miracle that you hadn’t passed out yet. Mirio only smiled, determined to have you bend to his will as he quickly stood up. You watched from your position on the floor as he pulled a chair over.

He then grabbed an easel that was lined with paint and brushes. He walked over to grab a blank canvas which he made sure was straight after he had placed it on the easel. The last thing he grabbed was the large mirror, the same one he had used last time. “M-Mirio...I don’t think…” he looked over his shoulder at you, “Hm?” you swallowed as you took note of his expression.

The abnormal way he styled his hair up and the way his blue eyes always seemed innocent of any crime, his lips which were currently puckered up. Almost as if he were confused about something. “Don’t think what?” he questioned as he approached you and you expected him to pull you close. Touch you in some way, however instead he leaned over and picked up another piece of fruit.

He brought it to his lips and took a bite and you couldn’t help but become hypnotized as you watched those juices drip down his chin. His tongue came out and swiped across his lips. He then held his hand out, which you took before standing on your feet. He brought the half-bitten fruit up to your mouth, but you hesitated to open. You knew he wanted to feed you, but you couldn’t help but look at him and that smile he always wore.

The echo of your heartbeat sounded in your ears, which was paired with the butterflies that continued to fill your stomach. Maybe they were just a sign to lower your defenses around Mirio, after all, there was nothing to fear when it came to any feelings for him. He seemed pretty confident in the way he felt about you and honestly, you could see him as potential boyfriend material.

You felt him push the piece of fruit past your lips and you hesitantly used your tongue to pull it inside. Your cheeks were rosy as you began to chew, though you nearly choked when Mirio leaned closer. Hovering in front of your face, his eyes drifted to your lips, and slowly, he cupped your face. You paused, the half-chewed fruit still in your mouth as Mirio guided your head up.

You knew what he wanted, but you didn’t pull away as he leaned close and pressed his lips against yours. You swallowed what was in your mouth and reached up to grab his shoulders if anything to keep yourself from falling. Your legs were trembling, Mirio’s lips felt soft and a certain warmth carried with them. The taste of strawberries lingered and you pulled yourself closer, though the container of fruit remained as the distance tool.

Pressed between your body and Mirio’s but regardless, Mirio seemed to enjoy the fact you were melting into his advances and reached up to place his arm against your back. You heard the sound of the floor squeaking, the source was caused by Mirio shifting his legs just before he pulled away. “You...k-kiss really good, sunshine...um…” you tilted your head, though your lips were tingling from the kiss.

Was Mirio nervous? It was odd seeing him act like this, “Here, let’s try to create another masterpiece so we can...remember this date forever.” he insisted as he took the container of fruit from you, “Uh wait...I…” you began to speak but Mirio had already turned to walk over to the chair. He sat down, crossing his legs over one another as if he were trying to hide something.

You shrugged and walked over, making sure you had all the supplies you needed before you looked at the mirror. You squeaked and briefly covered your chest, remembering once again that you were naked. It was funny, Mirio had distracted your mind enough to the point where you had actually forgotten you weren’t wearing any clothes. Still, this would be interesting.

You took a deep breath and turned back to face Mirio, his attention was turned to the container that sat on top of his leg. “So...I guess you don’t want me on your lap like last time,” you said, which caught Mirio's attention. “Huh?” you chuckled, “Oh uh, you can! Sorry, guess my mind was elsewhere.” he said before taking a strawberry out of the container and placing it down on the floor.

You raised your eyebrow but didn’t question him, maybe he just wanted something to munch on while you painted. “Um, okay...so…” you walked up to him, shyly looking away which made Mirio chuckle. He reached out, grabbing your hand. “Hey, it’s okay just uh...be careful of my willy, okay?” you flushed, the way he referred to it as “willy” was both cute and slightly entertaining.

“Uh…” your hands tightened into fists but you nonetheless nodded, “Right, I’ll try to be careful,” you said as you hesitantly took a step closer, and with Mirio’s help, you climbed onto his lap. Though your heart raced and you felt a certain tingle course through your sex, you noticed your thighs were slick with something. You tried to deny the cause of it and avoided Mirio’s gaze, though he was smiling.

Mostly due to the fact that he had you in his lap and you were still holding his hand. Your nerves made you tremble as you pressed your hand against Mirio’s rather thick thigh and turned around so you faced the mirror. Your back was now against Mirio’s chest and his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you close. You gasped in response and tried to clear your throat. This was just an art date, nothing more.

Nothing more than having fun and creating art, even nudity themed art. Once you were comfortable in his lap, you reached over to grab one of the many pencils that laid on the small stand attached to the easel. Though you repeatedly averted your gaze in the mirror, which made it difficult to sketch the outline.

You weren’t used to this and you wondered how long it took Mirio before that certain shame and embarrassment left him. Then again, Mirio was confident as a person so that could have something to do with it. Still, once you had the outline, which took longer than you thought. You shifted in Mirio’s lap, “You okay?” he asked and you swallowed, trying to find your words.

“Oh yeah, fine.” you replied and Mirio chuckled as he looked over your shoulder. “You did a good job! Well, you always do a good job actually. I’m sure it’ll make a wonderful contribution to the art world!” you almost wanted to roll your eyes, you really didn’t want anyone to see this. Still, you picked up the paintbrush and began to fill in the background, though you didn’t draw it.

You decided to make the background abstract using the colors that were reflected in the mirror. Mirio smiled as he rested his head on your shoulder, you wondered for a moment why he hadn’t released his arm from your waist. Was he waiting until you were done? “Uh Mirio, I think we can get dressed now. I can paint in the colors by memory,” you said and it made Mirio frown.

“But I like having you close.” he replied before finally taking a bite of that strawberry he had been holding, “Besides,” he began, talking with his mouth full. He nuzzled against you before pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, you gasped and squirmed in his lap. “Mirio!” you warned, his name leaving your lips with a hiss. “Heh sorry, was that too much? Your skin just looks so kissable,” he said before swallowing.

“In fact,” he smirked and grabbed your arm to place over his shoulder, something that forced you to turn your body. You were about to speak, demand was he was doing. But instead, he brought the bitten strawberry up and you gasped as he smeared it across your breast. The juice left a light red trail and you latched onto your lip when he circled it around your nipple.

“You look good enough to eat.” he purred, tossing the strawberry to the floor before leaning forward. His lips clasped around the hardening nub and once more you tried to bite back the noise that threatened to escape you. “M-Mirio…” you whined his name and felt his legs spread, causing your body to slide into the open space.

“W-What are you…” Mirio parted his lips and wiggled his tongue around your nipple before gently squeezing it between his teeth. A moan escaped and you wiggled in response to the building pleasure, Mirio smiled before he pulled away and his hand slid over your thigh. You placed your hand on his chest, your other arm remained across his shoulder.

Your face was tinted red and soft pants came from your lips. Your body was beginning to feel warm, more than likely a sign you wanted more of Mirio’s advances. “Sorry…” he said, catching you off guard. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but well...you kind of got me excited.” he said before his arms wrapped around you and he lifted his hips.

You shivered when you felt his willy, it was warm and felt a little moist. It was somewhat soft, though you couldn’t help but wonder how big he was when fully erect. You wiggled in his lap, and Mirio hissed in response as you turned your body. Allowing your legs to dangle off the sides of Mirio’s lap and properly face him, “Sunshine,” he said, looking into your eyes. “I...I’m okay with it,” you said, though you were nervous.

Mirio had started this, so he should take responsibility. But then again, this was just as much your responsibility and you were willing to take the consequence for it. Mirio looked surprised, “R-Really?” he questioned and you nodded, “Yeah…” a smile came to his face before he reached over, grabbing onto your hips. “Then... in that case,” he smirked and began to grind against you causing your clit to throb.

Your juices already stained the inside of your thighs, but you weren’t fighting the pleasure. In fact, you leaned close. Mirio smiled and slammed his lips over yours. You shivered at the feeling of his thick moist tongue as it probed at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You happily parted your lips, trembling as his tongue slithered inside your mouth.

Once more, you could taste the hint of strawberries on his tongue as it brushed and wrestled against yours. His hips continued to grind against you, the tip of his hardening willy briefly brushed against your dripping slit causing you to gasp and break the kiss. “Hm? What’s the matter?” he questioned, though a smirk on his face as he continued moving his hips.

One hand retracted from your hip and reached down between your thighs. You threw your head back, moaning as you felt his fingers graze along your slit. Collecting your juices which continued to drip from your sex, “Wow...you’re really wet.” he replied, somewhat making you feel embarrassed. But such a feeling was quickly forgotten when he leaned close and peppered your neck with kisses.

You felt yourself clench around nothing when Mirio fingers circled around your throbbing clit and pressed down on it. “It’s kind of cute, I didn’t expect to have this much power over you.” a groan left your lips as you slumped over his shoulder. A thin layer of sweat was forming across your skin and your body involuntarily jumped when Mirio slid a single finger inside.

You clenched around him and leaned back, your arm shot out desperate to grab onto something. However, the closest thing happened to the easel and you grabbed onto the ledge. Your fingers dipped right into the paint jars, staining them a rainbow of colors. But you didn’t care, more so you didn’t mind the feeling of paint on your skin.

Even though it went unnoticed during your moment of pleasure. Mirio chuckled before he leaned forward, once more clasping his mouth around your nipple. Above all else, he didn’t want to hurt you. Especially as he added another finger, slowly scissoring your dripping cunt. He wiggled his fingers, allowing that unmistakable wet sound to echo. You whimpered before leaning forward again and you grasped onto Mirio’s shoulders.

Your hand smeared paint onto his skin, and the outline of your fingers were present as you dug your nails into his shoulder. Your legs were trembling, yet you found yourself moving against his fingers. “Don’t...stress yourself too much...sunshine,” Mirio replied as he released your nipple, you whimpered in response. “I...I-I’m not...please Mirio…” you begged, knowing that he was hard.

You could feel his willy poking against your inner thigh, covered in thin lines of your juice. Mirio caught onto the hint of what you wanted and you reached up to touch the side of his cheek. Though it too became stained with paint, “Hm?” Mirio retracted his fingers, which were moist with your essence and grabbed your wrist, “Oh? You got a little paint on you.” he chuckled before releasing your wrist and placed his hands back on your hips.

However, they moved to slide over the curve of your ass where he eagerly squeezed each cheek. You gasped and impatiently moved in his lap, missing the feeling of his fingers inside you. But it seems like Mirio had other plans and squeezed your backside once more before he stood up. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck as he took a step forward and kicked the chair away.

It hit the floor with a loud bang and you were worried that someone might hear and come rushing, but Mirio seemed absent of any such thoughts. Your grip on him tightened as he got onto his knees, lowering you onto the floor. You shivered as your back touched the cold tile of the art room and crossed your arms over your chest when Mirio leaned back up.

His hard-on bounced between his thighs and you couldn’t help but notice how big he was, though you were a little nervous. Could you fit Mirio’s length inside you or would it break you? “Thinking about something or are you looking at my willy?” he questioned and your thoughts were broken. “W-What...I...I was…” you glanced away in embarrassment.

Though Mirio laughed, “That’s alright.” he said as he turned his attention to the easel, more specifically the paint that you had stuck your fingers into earlier. He smirked and reached over, dipping his own fingers into the different colors. He pulled back and smirked as he watched the paint drip down his fingers, much like your pussy juice had earlier.

You blinked, a little confused as to why Mirio was playing with the paint. However, he turned back to you and with his free hand. He pushed your legs apart, comfortably nestling himself between them. He reached down, stroking his cock. “You like playing with paint huh?” he teased as he reached two fingers out, he pressed them against your stomach and proceeded to draw something.

You latched onto your lip, trying your hardest not to laugh as Mirio decorated your skin. “There,” he said, grinning at the large heart he created. Then he grabbed one of your ankles with his paint-stained hand, guess you’d be taking a shower after this. He guided your leg to rest over his shoulder and you moved your own leg to rest over his opposite shoulder.

“You comfortable, sunshine?” he questioned and though you felt your clit twitch, your juices seeping down to create a small mess on the floor. You nodded and Mirio smiled, “Great, then don’t mind if I...make you scream out.” you moaned at his words and eagerly moved when he rubbed his cock against your slit, he loved teasing you. “Mirio…” you whimpered and your nails dug into the floor.

“Okay, okay. Take a deep breath,” he warned before slowly guiding his cock inside you, though you were tight and instantly clenched around the intruding member. Mirio hissed, “Gees…” he commented as he continued to push, filling you in the most delicious way possible. Though it ached, Mirio was kind enough to rub your clit with his thumb. Providing some mix of pain and pleasure which felt amazing, you couldn’t help but squirm in response.

Though that only caused more of your thick juices to escape, Mirio didn’t seem to mind as the slickness made it easier for him to finally nestle himself inside you. For a moment, you lost your breath. A dull ache coursed through you and you were almost too afraid to move as you felt so full. Mirio might as well be pushing your stomach up, your toes curled and much like Mirio, soft pants escaped you.

“So...tight...and warm, feels so good,” he commented before leaning over you, taking note that your eyes were watered over. The sight made him frown, “Are you alright?” he questioned and you hesitantly nodded, despite your trembling legs. “Y-You’re really...big..” you said and Mirio dipped his head down before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh, well thanks…” he said, looking at you once more. “I’m going to start moving okay?” he warned and though you looked scared, perhaps nervous. You nodded, but as soon as Mirio began to pull back. You hissed, though Mirio continued to rub your clit. Giving you more pleasure as he snapped his hips forward, you let out a cry and threw your head back.

Closing your eyes as your body succumbed to the pleasure, the pain shortly subsided and you could hear the wet slaps of Mirio’s balls against your dripping wet cunt. Moans escaped you and every time Mirio pushed back inside, your walls desperately clenched around him. Your thighs were soaked and the essence dripped from Mirio’s cock and stuck to the small amount of pubic hair he had.

The noises coming from his mouth echoed through the empty room and drowned your own out, which wasn’t surprising. Mirio’s face was red and sweat was beading down his skin, but he chuckled and reached over. Taking hold of your wrists and pulling them, forcing your breasts together. “Look at me, sunshine...I want you to see when I come.” your body arched at his words, wiggling impatiently before you slowly lift your head.

The sight of him between your legs made you moan, but he only smiled. He loved hearing those noises from you, especially knowing he was the cause. Without warning, he began to thrust and it took everything in your being not to lay your head back. Instead, you watched as that thick cock entered you over and over again, your breast jumping with each assault Mirio made on your body.

But it felt wonderful nonetheless, giving yourself, your body over to Mirio. Having someone else claim you, “Mirio…” you whimpered the man’s name, “Y/n! Y/n! Say my name...again please…” Mirio begged, feeling his cock twitch eagerly. He was holding back, but damn he wanted to fill you to the brim with his seed. But he knew that would be irresponsible, so he had another plan in mind.

“Mirio...Mirio!” you moaned, the sound of your lust-filled voice filled the room before Mirio gasped and pulled out of your warm pussy. “Sunshine!” he cried out as he stroked himself, his fingers pulling at his cock with ease thanks to your soaking wet cunt. He dipped his head back, his body trembling as he continued. He was so close, damn. “I...I think I love you, Y/n!” he suddenly shouted and you gasped as that thick hot semen painted your body.

Splattering across your pelvis and stomach, he groaned and fell forward, but used his arm to keep himself from completely using you as his cushion. His face was red and uneven panting sounded from him. You whimpered and pressed your thighs together, feeling your own orgasm slowly drip down and add to the mess you had already created, that is the small puddle underneath you.

“Mirio…” you said as you reached one hand up and pressed it against his cheek which was sweaty to the touch. “That...t-that was...amazing.” he said in between pants and you chuckled in response, “It was.” you agreed and Mirio smiled before leaning down, you closed your eyes. Taking a blissful moment to enjoy the soft kiss before Mirio suddenly pulled away.

“Oh wait!” he said, turning his attention to the paint that still sat on the easel. He smiled and dipped one finger into the yellow paint cup. Though the paint that was already present on his fingers was dried out, he turned and looked at the heart he had painted onto you earlier. Though the lines were smeared and small amounts of his cum were mixed in with it.

“Try not to move.” he said before he began to write his name on the inside of the heart. ‘MIRIO’ was written in a sloppy fashion, but he smiled at his artwork. “I think you’re my favorite creation,” he said and his words made you blush, though you tried to hide it by turning your head to the side. Mirio took this chance to lay on top of you, despite ruining what he had just painted on you.

He noticed your body was sticky and wet, then again so was his. Still, he didn’t mind leaning over to kiss your neck and resisted laughing when your body jumped in response. “It’s okay, don’t mind if I mark you.” he commented, “M-Mark me?” you replied before feeling his teeth sink into the side of your neck, you wiggled and your hands reached up to squeeze his arms.

Especially when he began to suck, effectively creating a bruise and ‘marking’ you as he said he would. When he pulled away, you could feel the bruise pulsing and almost glared at him. However, he spoke. “So…” he began as he reached over to grab your chin, guiding your head back to look at him. 

“I said I loved you earlier, which might have confused you. But...in that moment with you, what we were doing. What we just did, it really felt like love and it’s okay if...you don’t feel the same way. But...just know that I really do think I love you, Y/n. Even if that’s moving too fast for the first date.” your heart accelerated, Mirio was so meaningful with everything.

Did you love him back? Honestly, you weren’t sure. But the connection you just made with him, honestly you wouldn’t regret it. So this must be more than a feeling of just liking someone. Still, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him down for another kiss, which said more than enough about your feelings. “I really...like you Mirio…” you said softly as the kiss ended and your words seemed to make him happy.

“I’m so happy you feel that way! I promise, I’ll make our next date uh...a little less messy,” he said as he pulled you in for a hug and you happily returned it, nestling your head into his shoulder. “Uh...that is if you’re willing to go on another date with me.” you chuckled and tilted your head to whisper in his ear. “I’d love to.” you said, “But, maybe just a regular date will do,” you said and Mirio chuckled.

“Don’t you worry! I’ll plan something casual.” he said before looking at you, though you were both naked with sweat and paint covering you. He still leaned his forehead against yours and nuzzled against you. “Maybe we should get dressed,” you suggested and Mirio shook his head. “Let me cuddle my sunshine for just a few more minutes,” he said before finally laying his body against yours and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you rolled your eyes.

But complied with the overgrown teddy bear of a man, though you couldn’t help but think how an innocent art date turned into this. But once more, you didn't regret what you had done. The unfinished canvas continued to sit on the easel and you couldn't help but turn to look at it.

The thick outline you had done was still there, as well as the background you had managed to paint before your attention shifted to something else. Maybe you’d finish it later, it’d be a nice contribution to the memory of what occurred on your first date with Mirio.

#mirio x reader #togata x reader #bnha requests #chimichangagirl

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~Sun Showers ~ Mirio x Fem!Reader/Oc (Chapter 1)

Synopsis~ Quirks are as much a blessing as they are a curse.

This is the reality Toogata Mirio is confronted with upon interning with Nighteye Agency. It is hard to create a program that can counsel all the different varieties of abilities that can manifest in a quirk. Most follow a basic formula that is easy to adapt and control... while others fall through the crack with a quirk that does not fit into counseling parameters.

When Mirio responds to a flyer that is seeking help for a final art project, he encounters a girl who clearly is one the few who has fallen through the cracks. The more he gets to know her the more he learns how unstable her quirk is.If she doesn't gain control, he fears that she might become one of the many who become another problem in the system. A statistic that is "treated" and lost.

He can't let that happen.

He won't let her fall. ~

Chapter 1- 3,520 words - Ao3 link 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Wanted to post a full version on Tumblr as it might be easier for some to read. Hope you enjoy <3

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Mirio thoughtfully thumbed the green flyer in his hand as he looked around himself trying to gain somewhat of a handle on his surroundings. The one thing he knew was that he was currently at Tsukuru High School…. And that was the current extent of his knowledge. Currently, he was in decent sized courtyard that had a strip of grass planted down the center with benches dashed along on either side. Around the courtyard was a string of tan doors situated under white awnings, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out where their room markers were. This school wasn’t nearly as big as U.A. so he had figured it would be no problem finding the room mentioned on the flyer! Alas… he was gravely mistaken.

Mirio quickly brought the flier back up to his face reading it over for a third time now-

~Wanted ~

Nude models for final art project.

3 session commitment.

Will compensate time with a paid in full dinner.

This is professional - I really need to pass my class.

I promise it will be a good dinner!

If interested meetup time is from 3pm-5pm at classroom B32a at Tsukuru High School.

I will be there every day, please consider!!

Please!!

- 3rd year, Ueno Yua

He had discovered the flier while patrolling with Bubble Girl and knew immediately he needed to help out a fellow student in need! Especially after they asked so kindly, and he would get free dinner out of it which was an especially nice bonus!

It all worked out perfectly, Sir Nighteye had him doing patrols from 11am till 1pm, then a check in from 1pm till 2pm, which would give him more than enough time to get across town to Tsukuru High within the time stated on the flier! Unless he got horribly lost… which he did- because for some reason this school decided not to mark their classrooms!

Mirio released a deep sigh just as he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He froze, glancing over his shoulder to see a pair of big grey eyes looking up at him from underneath deep cyan hued bangs.

“Excuse me? Are you lost?” The girl’s voice was gentle and soft, so soft it took Mirio a second to hear what she had said, “ Um, pardon? Are you lost?” She repeated a second time a bit louder when she realized he couldn’t hear her.

“Oh!” He brightened into a smile, finally pulling the flier away from his face, “I am lost, how’d ya know!?”

The girl, who appeared to be around his age, pointed to his uniform. Mirio’s gaze followed her finger to where it was pointing inches away from his chest.

“We have different uniforms.” She stated politely, but very matter of fact.

He looked back and forth between the two of them, quickly noticing the differences. While his uniform was the standard U.A. green and white, this girls’ was white with a red and blue plaid on her short skirt and tie.

Mirio released a quick laugh, “ Yeah I guess that is an easy tell, isn’t it?” He looked back over to her and held out the flier for her to see, “ I’m here because of this flier. I am looking for room B32a, do you know where that is?”

The girl blinked as the flier was thrusted in her direction. She looked over it briefly before her eyes widened and a huge smile spread across her face.

“That’s me!” She suddenly pressed her hands together in a cheer. Her voice still soft but now filled with excitement, “That’s my flier!”

“Wait, this is your flier!?” Mirio couldn’t help but smile along with the girl’s new infections excitement. It was a complete switch from the quiet demeanor she had displayed just moments ago. Now she was bouncing in place, her short hair bobbing on her shoulders, while she practically glowed from ear to ear.

… It was pretty cute.

“Yes! I’m Ueno Yua!” She quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him into an overly excited handshake.

Mirio laughed, “I’m Toogata Mirio, nice to meet you, Ueno!”

“Oh, thank you so much for coming!” She quickly turned, shifting her grip to pull him towards a nearby room, “B32a is right over here!”

Mirio stumbled behind her as she practically dragged him under the awning pathway that lined all the classroom entrances. It wasn’t until he was underneath that he finally spotted the classroom numbers above the door.

They were there the whole time!?

Jeesh.

“You can’t see the numbers if you aren’t under the pathway.” Yua pointed above the door. She looked back at Mirio to see defeated realization etched across his face.

Her smile instantly sunk with concern, “Ah…I should have wrote it in the flier! Maybe that’s why others haven’t shown up…”

“You mean, you haven’t gotten any other models?” Mirio straightened his posture as she released his hand to pull an ID card out of her skirt pocket.

“You’re the first.” Yua pressed the card to a black reader pad next to the classroom door. With a light click, the door was pulled open and instantly the smells of solvents and paints waft out of the room.

Mirio was instantly consumed with curiosity as he entered. It was nothing like any classroom he had seen before! There was a whimsical chaotic-ness to the room. Wood easels were spewed about with no real organization in mind. Some held canvas’, some did not, but all of them were spattered in an array of paint stains which gave each easel its own unique character.

Behind the forest of easels, on the far back wall, was a large metal trough sink. The counter space surrounding it was piled with different sized cups and containers. Mirio grinned as he continued to take in the room. While the classroom was colored in grey and white tones it was the aftermath paint splatters and spills across the floor and even the walls that gave the classroom its warmth and color.

While Mirio explored the room further, Yua walked over to her easel that was set up near the center of the room and began to prep her station.

“Thank you again by the way,” She spoke out to Mirio. He paused in his current exploration of a large shelved wall that house nearly every color of paint one could imagine. “- for coming to model. You saved me, I would have failed my project.”

He grinned back rubbing a finger under his nose.“Well, that is what heroes do!”

Yua curiously tilted her head as she fiddled with some of the paints on the small table next to her easel, “Oh! You’re a hero?”

“Well, working on it.” Mirio made his way back towards her, “I go to U.A.”

“Really!? Wow, you must be something then!” Yua excitedly squeezed the brushes in her hands tighter, “I get to capture a future Pro- hero in my painting!? It really is my lucky day!”

Her actions caused him to chuckle, she was definitely an easily excited person.

Now Yua’s attention wasn’t even on him anymore. She was looking up towards the ceiling completely encapsulated by her thoughts, whatever they might be.

Mirio had a hunch though.

He could see it, the passion she had about her work. It made him even more pleased that he decided to answer the flier. It wasn’t what one would consider “normal” hero work but he was helping someone in need so it definitely counted in his book! As a bonus, she seemed to be really nice as well.

“Okay.” Yua finally breathed out seeming to gather her thoughts just as Mirio reached the painting station she had created around her easel, “I know exactly what I want now.”

She sat down her brushes before walking towards the center of the room. Yua turned motioning for Mirio to follow her as stepped up onto a raised platform that was draped with a thick red sheet.

“So you will be posed here,” She gestured beside herself, “ - and If you could go ahead and get undress I will adjust the lighting.” Again her eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought while she chewed lightly on her bottom lip, “I was thinking about a kneeling pose.”

Mirio watched as Yua knelt down on the platform resting on her right knee while her left leg stayed up in a bent position.

“Like this!” Yua guided, “Oh I will need to get you a cushion for your knee…” She noted feeling the pressure of her own on the hard surface, “- but then I’ll have you lean over your leg and look to the ground.”

Mirio nodded, studying her examples carefully, “I can definitely do that!”

“Wonderful!” She popped back up to her feet with a smile. Once again she pressed the palms of her hands together happily, “I have a cushion over here we can put under your knee once you cha-”

Yua’s voice froze she turned to see Mirio instantly phase out of his entire school uniform,

“What happened to your clothes!?” She quickly rubbed her eyes with her fists making sure she had just correctly seen a man permeate through clothing.

“Oh that’s just my quirk. Pretty nifty huh??” Mirio stepped away from his clothes with a smile, “So you just want me over here?” He stepped up onto the platform.

Yua stared at him with unwavering eyes as he stepped up next to her. She had figured he was in shape being at U.A. and all but she never imagined him being in that good of shape. His physique completely through her off guard, but in a great way, this was better than anything she could have hoped for!

Mirio could feel her gaze carefully trailing over his form, examining him with what he could only describe as… inquisitive intrigue. Still, when her bottom lip was captured between her teeth as she slipped into another bout of deep thought, he couldn’t help the tint that rose to his cheeks.

She was really too cute to be making a face like that while he stood next to her naked!

“...You really work out huh?” Yua finally released her lip.

Mirio couldn’t help the snort of a laugh that escaped him, “Oh you know, on occasion.” He teased.

His voice seemed to snap Yua out of her daze as she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. A mortified wave of emotion washed over her features upon the realization she had just been staring at him in the most unprofessional way possible.

“Sorry!” She quickly bowed, hoping that she had not made him too uncomfortable…. That was until she realized she was now face to face with his crotch.

Yua’s eyes widened in absolute horror, “Sorry again!!” She squeaked, immediately covering her hands over her eyes and tripping over her feet as she tried to turn away from him.

“It’s okay!! It’s okay!!” Mirio kept repeating. He slapped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to conceal his laughter and not embarrass the poor girl even more, but the series of antics that had just unfolded was too much.

While Yua squatted down into a ball rambling of apologies, Mirio suddenly felt himself begin to sweat as an intense wave of heat hit the room.

“It’s alright Ueno! No worries!!” He tried to reassure her as his laughter finally calmed.

The shroud of heat that suddenly encompassed the classroom was now thickening the air like a sauna.

“Ueno, I’m sorry, but do you feel like it got really hot in here all of the sudden??” Large beads of sweat were now accumulating his skin. This wasn’t in his head, the temperature definitely changed in the room.

As soon as the words left his mouth Yua’s string of apologies halted. She removed her hands from over her eyes, lifting up her palms to take in the new sensation around them.

“… It’s me.” Yua’s voice softened as she returned her hands to cover her face, the red tint on her cheeks deepening.

“Pardon?” Mirio leaned down trying to hear her better. She was talking softly again and he could barely hear her. His hands fanned his face furiously as he waited for her response, it was getting hotter by the second!

“My quirk!” Yua forced her voice to speak up, “It’s … it’s because I’m embarrassed.” She slapped her face a few times with the palms of her hands in an attempt to knock out the embarrassment.

At her words, a light suddenly clicked on in Mirio’s head, everything made complete sense now!

“You don’t need to be embarrassed Ueno!” He quickly jumped into a crouch in front of her, “I’m the one that's naked, I should be embarrassed!”

“No, no.” She shook her head and began to pinch her own cheeks, “ You’re the model, I’m supposed to make you feel comfortable, but I just bowed my head into your crotch!”

There was a warm haze to everything in the room now. The temperature was getting close to unbearable. It quickly became obvious to Mirio that Yua did not have very good control of her quirk…. If any at all.

“You’re not the first person to get up close and personal with my willy, I’m used to it!” He tried to brush off her concern, until he saw her eyes widen through her fingers, “ Wait… that didn’t come out right.”

A sudden spike in heat forced Mirio to cringe. He could barely breathe at this point, it felt as though he was about to burn alive, but he couldn’t just run out and leave her alone. He had to think of a way to help her. He was a hero, he could do this!

“So get this,” Mirio forced up a smile, steam was now beginning to swirl around them. He had to work quickly, “I tell dad jokes, but I don't have any kids…. Guess that makes me a faux pa.”

Yua peaked up at him through her fingers to see the huge grin he was holding even though his face was turning beet red from the heat.

“So when does a joke become a dad joke?” Mirio paused for a beat, “….When it becomes apparent!”

Yua couldn’t contain the smile that broke through the cover of her hands as he continued.

It was working! Mirio could feel the heaviness of heat in the room begin to dissipate along with the swirls of steam. Now he just had to land the big finisher!

“Did you know… your Japanese when you go into the bathroom, and you’re Japanese when you come out of the bathroom, but do you know what you are while you’re in there?” He raised a brow in Yua’s direction with a pause making sure he had her full attention, “European!”

At his last word, Yua’s laughter broke into the room instantly causing the wave of intense heat to dissipate.

Mirio couldn’t contain the deep sigh he released at the sudden temperature change. He felt like he could breathe again! His chest rose and fell with each breath as he began to cool down. Sweat was dripping down his face but he couldn’t help but genuinely smile as he watched Yua laugh.

It was a deep laugh, a hearty laugh… a nice laugh.

“Those... were horrible.” Yua’s laughter slowed into a chuckle before she flashed Mirio a grateful smile.

“Hey now!” He tried to wipe the sweat that was still dripping into his eyes away with his forearm, “You laughed. You thought they were funny!”

“They were funny and horrible.” She locked her eyes with his, “Thank you, Toogata.”

“Any time!” Mirio straightened his posture, “Though I’m sorry, I’m so sweaty now.” He looked down at himself, he was literally drenched in a sheen of sweat.

“No, no,” Yua looked over his form with him, “This is actually perfect, don’t wipe any off! It’s defining your physique, and with the right lighting you’ll be even better to paint now!” An excited glow was back on her features.

Mirio smiled as he watched her quickly rush about - grabbing a pillow, adjusting the standing lights around the platform, and situating the red sheet across the pedestal to her liking. She was back to being passionate and focused as though they both weren’t just nearly baked alive.

He could tell though, this probably wasn’t the first time an incident like this occurred. Though her overall disposition was bright there was a lingering sullenness in her eyes he just couldn’t shake concern for.

Once Mirio was in the position Yua wanted, she quickly skipped over to her easel and got right into laying paint down onto the canvas.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what is your quirk? Cus honestly that was pretty crazy!” He tried to speak as upbeat as possible, he was so curious but hated to trigger another occurrence.

“Oh….” Yua responded, slowing in her painting a bit as she thought through how to answer his question.

“- And I mean crazy in a good way!” Mirio quickly added, turning his head towards her so she could see his smile.

“It’s weather.” Yua spoke up after finishing a few strokes on the canvas, “It’s triggered by my emotions, so… I have a hard time controlling it….”

“That’s pretty sweet though!” Mirio chimed in making sure she wouldn’t have a chance to feel negative. He could tell from the way her voice was softening it wasn’t something she was necessarily comfortable talking about, “ So you could make it rain, or snow, or anything like that?”

Yua couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips from the enthusiasm of Mirio’s questions. She found the positivity over her quirk pretty refreshing.

“I can.” She answered, splitting her attention between him and the canvas in front of her.

“So which emotion would make it snow?” Mirio thoughtfully inquired, “That would be awesome for on a hot summer day!”

Yua paused from her painting to study Mirio for a moment, she had never thought about her quirk in such a way before,

“… I don’t know,” She went back to her work, shading in the contours of his back, “It’s often rather random, …many times I don’t even realize it's me right away… Honestly, I try to avoid triggering it.”

“All quirks take practice, gosh I still lose my clothes on a regular basis!” Mirio poked fun at himself, trying to lift her own spirits.

He didn’t know Yua at all, but the thought of her feeling such turmoil with her quirk made he himself feel downhearted. There were still red marks on her cheeks from where she had been pinching herself earlier, trying to get her quirk to stop. She was really struggling, perhaps even more than he initially realized in the moment.

“I can only imagine.” She giggled, “Doesn’t it get frustrating though?”

“Well yeah, of course!” Mirio glanced over his leg to watch her paint for a moment, “But it also makes people laugh, so I think that’s a pretty great trade-off.”

He watched Yua captured her bottom lip in her teeth, she was thinking again, contemplating something important.

“You really like to make others laugh, don’t you Toogata?” She finally released her lip, turning to dip her brush into a jar of gamsol before dipping it into a new color of paint.

“Absolutely! I mean you never know whose around that might need a pick-me-up. Laughter can really change a lot for people, also… it’s just fun don’t yah think?” He flashed her a bright grin.

“Yeah… ” Yua made eye contact with him for a moment before turning back to her work, “It is…. so where would you like to eat after we are done?” She completed a few more strokes before picking up some more paint on the tip of her brush, “I definitely owe you a good dinner after this session.”

“Oh yeah!” Mirio nearly forgot, “My payment!”

“Have you been to Kaiyo Joō?” Yua smiled, focusing on her work, but keeping her attention on Mirio.

“Oh that’s good! I won’t get sushi there though.” Mirio responded.

“Really why?” Yua tilted her head in question.

“It’s a little fishy.”

Yua nearly knocked over her canvas at his comment as she snorted out a laugh.

Mirio couldn’t help but laugh along with her, and he was sure for a second he felt a crisp breeze swirl throughout the room.

... She really did have a nice laugh.

Next- Chapter 2

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[the-nervous-systemm]

So my fiancee and I are going to do an AU together, and each of us are going to write a different part of it. I'll be writing the BakuDeku side, she'll be doing the Darcy/Iida side and it's an artist AU.

Chidori and Darcy are our OCs

Heres what I have so far for characters:

Izuku is an artist, went to school with Darcy

Realism artist, still life, graphite and charcoal

Works at art and craft store with Chidori, Hanta, and Monoma

Art block, Darcy suggests classes for figure drawing/painting

Darcy is roommate, they live in warehouse in bad side of town

IDs as bisexual/romantic

Has dated Ochako, one other SO (details later)

Katsuki is nude model for figure drawing class

Trans man, top surgery done, T for 5 years

IDs as demisexual, homoromantic

Lives with Eijirou, Denki, Mina (all hs friends)

Majored in fitness science, no interest in art

Works at local gym as personal trainer

Has a motorcycle

Chidori works with Izuku at craft store

Crushing hard on Hanta, the manager

Pansexual/romantic

Non-quirk version has thick, curly hair, always colored peachy pink and unruly

Lives alone, in college for computer science, senior year

Hanta is the GM of the store that Izuku works at

Lives alone, has a dog

Worked out of hs

Denies feelings for Chidori because of work

IDs as ????? (He doesnt care for labels)

Eijirou is Katsukis best friend

Works with Katsuki at gym, majored in fitness science too along with nutrition, graduated with Katsuki

IDs as bisexual/romantic

Denki is an accident prone apprentice electrician (his dad owns the company)

Friends with Darcy

Has a pet electric eel, wont reveal where he got it

Disaster bi 

Pining after Jirou and Shinso

Mina is a street performance artist

Has been chased off of store property many times for this

Disaster bi 2: Electric Boogaloo

Friends with Darcy from school

Unemployed, earns money through street performances

Hair/eyebrows are always hot pink, no one knows her natural hair color

Wears black sclero contacts because she can

Monoma is a fellow employee at craft store, works on the floor since he has an uncanny ability to sell anything to anyone

BitchTM

Actually very good at his job

Background is a mystery

What are his credentials?? Only God knows

Always giving everyone shit for dumb things

Has been after a management job for eons but has had no opportunity to move up

This is why everyone thinks hes as salty as a Himalayan lamp

Let's see if I actually write it lol

#mha #bnha #my hero academia au #my hero academy oc #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction #bakudeku au #katsudeku #bakudeku

[gramilano]

Michel and Veronique, Ageless Beauty by Barbara Luisi 2017

Photographer Barbara Luisi’s latest exhibition AKT – Ageless Beauty in Tokyo celebrates the naked bodies of the over-80s, which makes for a striking companion piece to her black and white collection of 1000-year-old olive trees.

Olive trees which have lived for more than 1000 years fully bear fruit.  Likewise, there are many people who have youthful inside even in their advanced age.  You can read many stories from the skins of elderly people.

One of Eikoh Hosoe’s photographs of Yukio Mishima for the series Ordeal by Roses, 1961

One of Japan’s greatest photographers, Eikoh Hosoe, is also present in the collection both as a model and a spectator. This is surprising until we learn of Luisi’s long association with the master.

First, I collected his books. Ordeal by Roses, about Yukio Mishima shortly before he committed suicide, Man and Woman, Kamaitachi. All in first editions, as they are so beautifully printed, from the sixties. I admired his way of getting back to ancient wisdom and mysticism in his black and white images.

Looking at Luisi’s work demonstrates how either she was drawn to Hosoe because he has a similar approach to hers, or how he has influenced her work to recall his own. Maybe both.

Their relationship started in 2005.

When I heard about a workshop he was holding in the US, I immediately took the chance. From then I often went to see him in Japan, asking his advice, observing, assisting. He also came visit in New York together with his wife Misako.

Luisi’s current project began two years ago. Did it spring from her project photographing olive trees in southern Italy?

The wisdom and vitality of the 1000-year-old olive trees that I photographed in Puglia were indeed my starting point, understanding how boring the younger trees look next to the majestic old ones. After years of photographing nudes I realized that this might be the same with human bodies.

The dignity, vitality and stories on skin of people who are in their second half of life is so much more interesting. I discovered also that my older models, no matter if they were celebrities or not, really enjoyed being photographed.

In our society youth seems to be the only desirable aspect — fashion, movies, advertisements prove this. It makes me angry. We forget how much we need to learn from our wiser and older fellow humans.

Sir Peter, Ageless Beauty by Barbara Luisi 2017

Japan is renowned for the respect it shows towards its elderly citizens.  There is even a public holiday celebrated annually, to honour the elderly.

Japan is a country with strong ties to tradition, despite all its modernity, and respect for others is important and also respect for elderly people.

Japan has influenced European art a lot in several periods, think of the Japonism in Art Nouveau. The Japanese have ways of mixing material, and of putting together colours one would never think of in such a convincing way: for example, kimonos always fascinated me. There is also the intriguing art of “imperfection”, in objects like pottery… Things can only reflect life if they are not completely round, even, perfect.

In my many travels to Japan, I discovered each time something new about it.

Luisi’s photographs are evocative and dramatic – more akin to painting than the crisp documentary style of photography.

I like depth in a photograph. Strong contrasts, light and depth in the shadows. I love keeping some things secret and, in a way, I take the inspiration of pictorialism (Steichen, Stieglitz), and painters (Caravaggio, Vermeer, Gauguin, El Greco) who knew all about using strong contrasts, deep shadows and mysterious light.

I seek my ideals in the past, combining also in photography old and new techniques, like digital and Platinum printing.

The results are seductive and strikingly powerful, especially when seen in the giant prints that Luisi often uses in her gallery exhibitions.

Barbara Luisi’s Eikoh Hosoe Triptych

Barbara Luisi with Eikoh Hosoe at the Roonee 247 Fine Arts Gallery in Japan

Barbara Luisi signs calalogues at the Roonee 247 Fine Arts Gallery in Japan

Eikoh Hosoe threatens to pour wine over Barbara Luisi’s Triptych at the Roonee 247 Fine Arts Gallery in Japan

In AKT – Ageless Beauty, however, one piece is on a much smaller scale. A triptych made of photos of 84-year-old Eikoh Hosoe who is in turn holding a photo the great French master Eugène Atget.

Ansel Adams wrote that Atget’s images were perhaps the “earliest expression of true photographic art”.

The photo of Atget was taken by his assistant Berenice Abbott. Here, in Tokyo, former pupil Luisi takes a photo of Hosoe — Luisi pays homage to Hosoe who is paying homage to Atget. It’s an eloquent reminder of our debt to the past, if we choose to remember it and pay it respect. Very Japanese. Very Barbara Luisi.

Luisi demonstrates through her art that she doesn’t forget “how much we need to learn from our wiser and older fellow humans”.

Brigitta, Ageless Beauty by Barbara Luisi 2017

Michel, Ageless Beauty by Barbara Luisi 2017

What’s next for Barbara Luisi?

Barbara Luisi’s AKT- Ageless Beauty can be seen in the Museum Lapidarium in Croatia, then in Zagreb, Rome, Copenhagen, Toulon in 2018 and 2019.

Her CD Encore with short little-known gems for violin and piano comes out later this year: Barbara Luisi (violin), Alessandro Taverna (piano) with pieces by Roslavets, Elgar, Samie, Lili Boulanger and others.

Music and the visual arts are core to Luisi’s life — “the different senses work well together” — and as well as having music linked with her photographic exhibitions, she is also planning to have dancers involved in a future show.

Photographer Barbara Luisi’s nude photos of the elderly, including the Japanese master Eikoh Hosoe Photographer Barbara Luisi’s latest exhibition AKT – Ageless Beauty in Tokyo celebrates the naked bodies of the over-80s, which makes for a striking companion piece to her black and white collection of 1000-year-old olive trees.

#Barbara Luisi

[queentiffy]

Would you pose as a nude model for a college art class? Would you be more willing if James gets to keep all the work after they're graded?

oh my goodness lmao imma probs gonna ask james first but id think id do it if everyone promise me there aint gonna be any of my tiddies hanging out omg

also i need to get paid lmao

#Anonymous

[museemagazine]

#WHM Collier Schorr

Throughout Women's History Month, we've paid an ode to the fabulous artists featured in our 11th issue, Women, by republishing their interviews printed in the issue. There would be no other way to end the celebration than with Collier Schorr, our leading lady of Women.

Collier Schorr dissecting desire

Interview by Andrea Blanch

8 Women is your first book dealing specifically with women. However, you have had exhibitions that focused on women before (Other Women at Modern Art, London, 2006). Why did you decide to publish this book now?

It’s funny, I did a show titled Other Women years ago in London, and I loved the title. I always thought it would be my ‘women's book’ title because I’m a product of the early 80's and “other” was always on our lips. But that show was very focused on the Jens F series of work, which was heavily connected to Andrew Wyeth's Helga Pictures. In my project, Helga was played by a German boy named Jens until right at the end of the project. Then, I met a woman named Kate who looked exactly like Helga. For me, this was a real signal that avoidance of the female figure was not a solution to issues involving representation. Kate was a gateway to women, who for me suddenly became “women,” and not necessarily figures coded as “other.” So Other Women, as a show, was essentially Kate and Jens re-enacting poses that Andrew Wyeth was interested in. For me, that was my kind of education to classical poses. Half the work in my book and show from that time was a fight out of classicism.  It’s complicated even for me. That show was a kind of opening of one door and closing of another. 

You’ve mentioned before that within the traditional rubric of portrait photography that men seem ‘oblivious and safe’ under the pressure of documentary scrutiny, whereas women are more subject to sexualization and exploitation. Do you consciously seek to address how photography imprints its subject through the photographic gaze? Would using androgynous models be appealing to you in terms of navigating these paradigms?

It’s all very curious. If you shoot men, as I have done for years, you immediately gain attention from gay men who have been carrying the aesthetic torch for men for quite some time, like George Platt Lyons through to Peter Hujar and then Bruce Weber. For gay men, the interest in work is directly correlated to their attraction to the subject. Gay men have spent lifetimes sorting men into types. So there is the beef cake type, the hustler type, the black nude, the Latino hustler, and the Times Square Trick among others. Only recently did I start to find that what appears to be a democracy and an embrace of all skin colors and classes, is really just a very specific kind of objectification with all the nasty issues of power and dominance and general consumption. So maybe I changed my mind, no one is safe from the gaze of the camera. Then again, I always think people are safer in front of me. And I'm not sure if it’s because I'm a woman. Maybe I find my brand of looking ‘soft objectification.’ I love Peter Hujar's work because you can feel the communication. Maybe as I get older, I am driven by some combination of things. If the model brings an identity, I'm interested. And if they are open to playing a role, I'm equally open. I’m not a huge director. I enjoy watching. Androgyny is really something I'm attracted to as a look, dating to 1981, living in the East Village and loving the skinhead girls that hung out on Avenue A. A girl who looks like a boy is interesting, but so is a girl who looks like a girl, but is transformed by fashion. Clothing brings so much meaning. They are theatrical props basically. So, anyone can become another kind of figure.

You are well known for your work in fashion photography. This collection takes many of your commissioned fashion photographs and puts them in a dialogue with other images. Can you explain this process and what it brings to your practice as a whole? What do you see as the main distinctions between your private work and your commissioned work?

The first fashion projects I did were for Purple Magazine and ID, and they were very much artists’ pictures using clothing. It was sort of appropriate at the time. Magazines were starting to look for artists to add something to a discussion and I think it made sense mixing in with the London folks like Corrine Day and Juergen Teller who were definitely doing something on the edge of documentary. After a few shoots with the kids in Germany, I started to work mainly in New York and more within the system of model agencies and stylists. Up until then I had styled the shoots myself. I would say during this time, there was a lot of separation between my artwork, things I was making for the gallery, the commercial, and things I was making for magazines and advertising clients. It was comfortable for me as I was still working in Germany every summer, so where my art practice was situated was clear to me. In 2009, I stopped going to Germany and I concentrated on fashion. I basically didn't feel like making art. I didn't feel like making those decisions about scale and materials. By the time I started contemplating another show, which would become 8 Women, I realized I had all these pictures from shoots that I was obsessed with that hadn't run in magazines. They were experiments I would make on the side, or moments I would take for myself, just to enjoy making a portrait. That’s when I realized that I had been working in a similar way as I had in Germany. As a director of a theatrical troupe that was engaged in scenes and scenarios with professional models, I had consensual partners who were informed participants and who benefited directly from the shoots, which is very different to using kids who have a lesser understanding about what the pictures could look like and no real investment.

So, the distinction is really the moment I move my camera left instead of right. It’s the moment I see something I know I won't give away, but I will keep for later. But, on an especially free shoot, like a recent project for Red:Edition magazine, I was basically directing as much as I could with a sense that I was making pictures I might show later. The only caveat is that a great picture worth looking at for a longer amount of time, well that happens in an instant. If I do 20 shots in a day and 100 frames for each shot, it’s not as if I will have 20 or even 200 shots. But, I want to keep them and think they say something I want to say. I am happiest when I see something happening I know I will want to explore later. But it is not satisfying if this is at the expense of what makes a good fashion picture for a fashion editorial. I am very conscious of what needs to be immediate and what needs to linger.

The foreword to 8 Women explains your curiosity towards your female subjects’ desire to be admired. Don’t men also desire to be looked at? How does the middle ground of androgyny allow you to mediate this grey area, and what about androgyny is appealing for you in terms of navigating these conventions of gender and representation?

Well, of course this is my own philosophy. Not sure if any of it is really true or can really be broken down between the genders. In my experience, boys were less self-conscious because they weren't used to being looked at or admired. It was different though when I shot high school wrestling because they really were performers and had spent a lot of energy on molding their bodies to win matches. They loved being looked at. I guess historically, men didn't get things as a result of being looked at, whereas women did. However, I wanted to explore something aside from what one gets through approval, like how women feel when they are looked at, how desire is processed and appreciated, and the conduit between photographer and model, which can be satisfying to both parties. Men used to be admired by just gay men and that has changed. So, more and more, men have an idea of what it is to be looked at and how that can feel and what it can deliver. Certainly there are more boys now who look at magazines and imagine they could be in them. In the late 80's and early 90's it was Calvin Klein and not much else that could provoke male objectification. Now, boys without shirts are a dime a dozen in magazines.

Many reviews of 8 Women herald the book as “post-feminist.”  Do you agree with this assessment? Is feminism something you consciously think about while creating your work?

I don't think it’s post-feminist. I read Ms. Magazine when I was 13, and I was clear on celebrating the word feminist. I don't think the goals and desires have changed. There was always a place in feminism to express a personal vision, and this is mine. My work is perhaps just a reaction to the so-called ‘post-feminism’ of the 80's art world, which molded me as a student. A lot of that so-called ‘post-feminist’ work— I'm not sure that was even a title the artists themselves liked—was an invention of the critics. And artists such as Kruger, Simmons, Charlesworth, and Sherman seemed very concerned and invested in a dialogue with the male gaze. The woman being looked at was essentially stripped of a voice, and the art-world was certainly picturing a very complicated dynamic between men and women. Also, I always felt the absence of a woman's dialogue with other women. It was all very heterosexual in discussion, as I recall. For gay women at the time, female desire seemed really barred.

You have talked before about the gay ownership of male sexual imagery. Do preconceived notions of identities through sexual orientation (i.e. masculine, feminine, gay, straight, dyke, fag, etc.) enter into your construction of images? Does your own sexuality frame how you author the images?

Maybe not so much. But that's just because of who I am, and not because of any rule. My orientation is maybe responsible for a certain taste, but that taste applies to both men and women alike and I'm interested in hyper-masculine and feminine as well as androgyny. Fran Lebowitz once said to me that men have a type and they will chase that fantasy forever, whereas women's desire is more flexible and accommodating. I respond as much to looks as I do to language. If I can't converse with someone, I'm less likely to get a good picture because I'm less confident overall. I see myself in the process of disappearing through photography and traveling through the lens to bind with the subject. I can fall in love over and over and connect over and over again. I'm very pro-monogamy in my personal life and see photography as a route to promiscuity—within the frames. 

What unites your work thematically and how do you choose which images to arrange together? How has your work matured over time?

Sometimes, I think it’s movements, sometimes colors, and sometimes, through the training of layouts, editorials. It’s about eye contact versus looking away. I was so entrenched in German/Jewish history, the history of German photography, and the state of post-war Germany, that everything I did for a time could be traced back to that; be it August Sander’s solemnity, or riding boots on Nazi soldiers or on Charlotte Rampling in the film The Night Porter. In a way, fashion became Germany and I became a character that was traditionally male, chasing female glances like a straight man. Working on the book was so intensive because it was such an experiment. Weaving pictures together that were made in different time periods with very different expectations and certainly different skill sets. I never trained as a photographer. My dad is one, but he didn't teach me; he just gave me his old Rollei and said not to drop it. I’ve always felt, since when I started, I had no real technical knowledge, that a great picture or a good picture could be taken with any camera and could survive any number of mistakes. One picture in my book is a scan of a drug store print because I lost the negative. One survived the opening of the camera back. One is under exposed and one is roughly lit. On the other hand, there are pictures that have intricate lighting sceneries and are shot with a digital Hasselblad. I think maturing as an artist means respecting what you were able to do on instinct alone and never lose that. But try to capture everything with more nuance and always try to make pictures you are afraid won't look good. I’m constantly devastated and disappointed in shoots thinking I missed something, or that someone else would have done it better. I’m sure that what is awkward and potentially a failure has the most chance to rise. It’s the really good-looking pictures that can start to become dull. I love to make a conversation between the subjects in my work, either variations of one person, or in the case of a show, the women in the room interrogate and seduce each other. I love not being uptight and I aspire for that. That would be some kind of maturity perhaps.

I love Richard Prince’s Instagram pictures. How do you think this kind of appropriation melds with yours—a male gaze taking female portraits versus a female gaze doing the same. In other words, how do think your gender does or doesn’t impact the finished product?

I find it incredible how Richard was able to repeat what he did with Marlboro, in which a commercial product/brand is turned into an art signifier. Now, any screenshot printed of anyone's Instagram post looks like art. In the same way that if you travel to Europe, where they may still have mural-sized billboards of Marlboro ads, it feels like you are in a museum. I look at one of those ads and I feel like I'm looking at an Andreas Gursky landscape. So, in that way, Richard’s appropriations are very flexible in suggesting any number of artists.

An architect told me a story about my work. He had been on vacation and a magazine with my pictures and an interview was on the bedside table. He read it all and was so excited to find a gay male artist who thought about some of the same things he did and that made photos that weren't so... basically gay male. He was saddened to find out I was a woman. Of course, he recovered. But at any given time, someone somewhere thinks I'm a German gay man. So, I'm not entirely sure people receiving my work know who took it, and in that way, it does meld with Richard’s ideas of authorship. So, I'm not even sure how I present myself. Every picture is a series of responses between the subject and myself. For all I know, certain women pretend I'm a man. I know that boys tend to feel good about it because they know that as much as I like them, I'm not going to try and get off with them. But a client once told me the boys are so into it because they think they can get me as I seem so enamored by them. I think this is ridiculous, but who knows. The perfect example I can relay is that once I took my favorite high school wrestler, Hudson, to a Rufus Wainwright concert. We sat on the wings of the stage and he sang along to all the songs. That was maybe my only date with a high school boy. It was perfect. I handed him back to his father when the show was over. He later got married and became the founder of Athlete Ally, a human rights action group focusing on tolerance in sports and awareness of LBGTQ issues and identities.

In terms of appropriation, I worked for Richard when I was 20 and I lived in his old studio for a few years. That was the biggest education I got for what I began to do. 8 Women certainly has its genesis in the idea of appropriation because I was flipping through magazines and retaking my pictures. And, I think I was also coming to terms with the scope of my subject matter, which sometimes felt like it was the cultural property of others.

Who has influenced you? While teaching at Yale, are there any young photographers who you find promising?

Helmut Newton and Richard Prince, but in a way, what does that say? Sylvia Plath and Janet Malcolm? James Baldwin gave me a sense of who I was before I knew, and Newton showed me who I thought I would fall in love with. The older I get, the more I feel affected by other artists with less fear of influence or comparison. Also, it becomes less about influence and maybe who you want to be in the same room with, your work that is. I love Sarah Lucas' work and feel a real affinity with her ambivalence about femininity. I miss teaching with Tod Papageorge at Yale. He was actually a great influence on me, just listening to him critique student work was great. That’s the important thing about teaching; the critiques belong to all photos. Whatever I say, I could be potentially saying to myself. I feel like I’m sounding like an alarm bell. All the young photographers are promising, because we never know who, when left to their own devices and perversions, will suddenly unveil a fantastic body of work. I, myself, had no idea I would be a photographer. I was supposed to be a novelist and when I realized that wasn't going to happen, I thought I would be a critic. And I was, but somehow I became a photographer because I had an idea and I decided to try it out.