Hey I just reblogged this but I just thought I would submit my Waka x reader idea in case you didn’t notice the reblog, hehe 😜 I initially came up with an idea like this for my OC Mei, but I would love to see what you come up with!
Y/N is painting, or trying to paint, but can’t seem to think of something, Waka looks over their shoulder, noticing y/n is in need of inspiration, Waka, being his sweet, flirty self, and then ends up removing his clothes and modelling for y/n, y/n gets flustered, moves closer to try and paint his picture, gets distracted and things get a little bit carried away. Not quite NSFW but…
Yeah!
Draw me like one of your French girls
Author's note: This is a bit more of a modern au kinda thing. It would have been much longer if my brain wasn't ready to put that shit on smut mode.
You sit in your room silently.
The only sound any would hear was the strokes of your pencil against paper.
The room around you was dimly lit by the warm salt lamp beside your paper.
It was comforting, really. Even if it felt empty at times...
Sometimes, a man would visit. One you came to know as Waka.
You'd known him three years, and during that time, you learned so much about him...
You know you cannot stay where he stays despite how lonely you are. You cannot follow him.
So you wait for him.
You wait, and you create to pass the time. Sometimes it'd take days, or weeks for him to come to you, but you knew he'd show up soon enough.
Finally, he did, just as he always does.
With your window now ajar, he sat in its sill, smiling down at you, those lovely blue eyes meeting yours.
"Still drawing, I see." He spoke softly, just barely above a whisper.
He noticed how little progress you'd made in your art work and he smiled warmly at you.
"Ah.. I can't exactly get any inspiration for a piece..." You chuckle lightly as Waka settles into your room, taking off his shoes.
Despite being centuries old, he took to wearing more modern clothing as to not stand out.
His golden hair was tied up into a high ponytail, kept from his face.
He wore a pale purple flannel with blue jeans, all fitting his modernized style perfectly!
His smile turned to a sly smirk and he began to unbutton his flannel, "Why not draw me..?"
You take quick notice of his motive, swallowing a lump in your throat, "D-draw you..?"
As in naked?
He was stripping down...
It would be a good way to help you learn anatomy but... Him.. Waka...
It felt a bit suggestive, granted artists like you should be unfazed by such a thing!
Get it together Y/n! You've drawn naked men and women before!
Waka could see you trying to control yourself.
He knew the affect he had on you...
It was adorable, really.
You were never easily flustered. You were a special set of buttons, and he was still figuring you out.
Waka untied his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders and back, some over his face, framing it beautifully.
His flannel, now off his back, revealed his scarred, toned body, and pale skin.
Now... His bottoms were all that was left..
Slowly, he removed them, revealing to you all his glory.
It was... Beautiful.
The perfect work of art in its own right!
Perfect to draw!
You were feeling inspired already! Though there were some... Lingering thoughts here and there...
Waka settled on your bed, hair spread against the sheets like an open ocean of gold.
It was a slightly provocative pose to you, but you would not waste this learning opportunity!
"I can do that.." You muttered, trying your best not to prolong your stares as you began to work.
The End!