#(aaaaaaaaaa)

[yamjamzz]

need to draw him moreee

[andminnequin]

Based on that one “sir this is a psych ward” meme

I’ve been meaning to finish this for seven months shhh

[rezakiofficial]

Sketching flambae x waterboy

[sylvan2metilfuran]

OH NO SPIDER

Bonus:

[patrothestupid]

work for RedDoge, Lolo-Heat, Nocta and Fenryx for a doorsign, ty !

[iszapizza]

something something ying and yang something something fated people

[seventhseian]

I imagine people would assume Katsuki's type of women would be someone who's as tough as him, but then he'd be proving them wrong when the paparazzis catches him putting his drunken crybaby girlfriend at the front seat of his car, and she looks like she's had the worse night of her life because of her very tears stained cheeks.

Now, people gossip instead of dismissing the assumption of Katsuki's type of women. From what they've seen on the photos taken from last night's occurrence, Katsuki's girlfriend seemed to be the complete exact opposite of him that it starts to worries the netizens of what actually happens behind close doors. Is Katsuki careful with his girlfriend? What if Katsuki doesn't know how to treat such a soft lady? What if Katsuki's actually abusive?

What a loud of bull.

So what if he fell in love with someone who's the exact contrast from him? Just because he's loud and he's brash doesn't mean he'd simply lift a hand on someone, let alone his girlfriend. People were quick to assume these days, and they didn't even get the first assumption right!

So in order to dismiss these gossips, Katsuki decides to post a picture on a random night.

Sat on his lap facing him with arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried on the crook of neck, Katsuki places a hand on your plush waist and snaps a pic from above that perfectly encaptures what really does happen behind close doors. Nothing abusive, nothing out of line, just him and his girlfriend who can't get enough of each other every single day.

Honestly, he doesn't really care if the gossips continue to erupt over time, he just wanted an excuse to show you off with him as your very own personal watermark.

[idontblushsrry]

Kiss Me More

Summary: Types of kisses with your husband Zuko

Warning: Slight NSFW toward the end

W/C: 830

A/N: The things that thirst and sleep deprivation can accomplish

Quick

These kisses are mandatory, whenever the both of you are too busy to do much more than exchange hurried "I love you"s, these kisses are given.

Simple and chaste, these kisses act as more of a check-in, a reminder of love when there's no time for anything else. Truthfully, they've become apart of the routine as neither of you seem to function properly without a quick "good morning" peck, nor are you able to rest without a kiss goodnight.

Departing

These kisses are full of longing. Usually given when Zuko has to leave to help the Avatar while you stay behind to rule the nation in his absence. Come morning, you'll kiss him again, just as deeply as you do tonight.

At the moment though, nothing else matters as your fingers bury into his hair, body wrapped around his possessively as you make him swear to be safe. He always laughs a bit nervously at your half-hearted threats. His arms always wrap tightly around you, tightening with each shift in your movement as if daring you to escape as he whispers assurances to you. And when words fail to soothe you, he pulls you in, his kiss conveying what his words cannot.

These kisses take your breath away, not because they're heady (as they so often become) but because within them there's a promise. The weight of his devotion will never be so easily expressed but with each kiss, you feel that you might have an idea.

"I'll always come back to you my love."

Comforting

Sometimes a kiss is just another form of comfort.

Some nights Zuko awakens, haunted by memories of his mother, his sister, his father. Those nights he's no longer the great Fire Lord, ender of the 100 Years War, leader of a new era, he's just Zuko. He's fragile and so very delicate in this state, so much so that all you can do to keep him from falling apart is to hold him.

The lightest kisses are placed along his hairline and soothing words are whispered as he returns to himself. He never quite tells you what disturbed his rest, but he always thanks you for being there, placing kisses upon your dark skin in return.

Teasing

There are times in which you like to rile up your husband (which honestly, is your right, he knew who he married).

When your husband simply has no time to attend to you in the way a husband should, you've often found yourself with an idle mind. You've found yourself concocting many a failed plan to get his attention.

You've long since learned that complaining about alienation of affection gets you nowhere (he thinks it's funny and you always end up waiting anyways). No, you've learned that the quickest way to get Zuko's attention when you're needy is to--to put it simply--piss him off.

Riling up Zuko is surprisingly easy once you know what buttons to push. The most effective strategy you've found is making the most of the quick moments you have with him throughout the day.

"Accidentally" nipping his lip during your 'good morning' kiss, pulling him aside to kiss him breathless in some secluded hallway, smacking his butt as he walks away. Everyone's got a limit, and you do take so much pleasure in agitating him.

He finally snaps after he comes by your office to drop off some papers and you grab him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him fervently before pulling back and coolly dismissing him as you returned to work.

When you looked up from your papers to see your husband standing over you, a familiar fury in his eyes, you knew you'd won this round. The papers he'd needed you to see were quickly forgotten as your husband put your desk to work in a much different way than intended.

Heated

These kisses happen quite often.

They usually start simply. A press of his lips against yours, a hand around the waist, a thumb caressing a cheek. One kiss becomes two, two become tongues mapping out the others' mouth, becomes a moan.

These kisses travel; from the shell of the ear, to the throat, to the chest. And before either of you know it, Zuko's ripped your top or or you've grabbed his hips to keep ahold of him as he rocks into you.

In these moments it never matters who initiates the kiss as both of you become one in chasing your pleasure. These kisses start and stop unpredictably--as you remember to breathe or Zuko grunts out "Fuck you feel so good"--but they're recorded in the gossamer strings of saliva that glitter in the low light briefly before falling away as Zuko moves to kiss another part of your body.

Exchanged sloppily in the throes of passion, these kisses always lead to you feeling exhaustedly satiated. Though you wouldn't trade them or any of the kisses you share with your husband for the world.