I know I've posted a lot today but, ah, this idea came to me while mindlessly scrolling.
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18+, NSFW, Gender Neutral
Alex
"This is freezing...Hey!"
He laughs as you fling a handful of paint on his face, watching it drip down his chin onto the canvas. You had already covered his stomach in blues and greens and he had gasped at the cold from each stroke. He warms his paint up between his hands before grabbing you around the waist and tugging you to the ground pinning you under him. You slide on the canvas as he presses a perfect palmprint on your behind before squeezing and smearing it. The excess paint runs over your skin in rivulets and his fingers chase it to tease you as it pools in the hem of your underwear.
Gaz
"Lean back a little more for me...yeah there you go."
He has you straddling his lap and his hand grips your chin tilting you up and back to get you to arch to him, the paint smearing down your neck. A devilish grin spreads across his lips as he kisses your collarbone while staring right at the camera over your shoulder. You aren't sure if that photo is for you or for him. But when he gently bites you, causing to you gasp in surprise, you know that shot is just for him. You slide your paint coated hands down his back and laugh as he shivers when you dig your nails in ever so slightly.
Ghost
"Hold still."
You've been laying on your stomach, head resting on your arms as Simon traces shapes and symbols all over your skin. His hand had slid down the back of your knee trailing a purple line which made you squirm from being tickled. You had told him the point to this was to paint one another and roll around and make a mess. He wasn't having that, you were his artwork and he was making a masterpiece. His fingers trace over your ribs spreading the green paint now and you glance at his hand as his knuckles graze the soft flesh of your stomach before he rolls you onto your back. He has a blank slate to work with again and he grins as your chest heaves with anticipation.
Price
"This gets hung in the bedroom. Our eyes only, yeah?"
You nod from where you are kneeling in the center of the canvas, rubbing your fingers together to smear the paint. He was standing in just his pants watching you from the edge of the canvas, unsure if he was willing to do this. It was out of his comfort zone, even if it was in your living room with no audience. You knew you'd get him to join you eventually though. Keeping your eyes locked on his you trace a line of paint down your throat to your navel, spreading your knees another fraction of an inch. That's the final straw. He's quickly stripping out of his pants and walking toward you with a grin. He always did say you looked so pretty on his knees for him.
Soap
"No bonnie, I can't have an audience if I'm going to be rubbing paint all over you, I'll be thrown in jail. We'll take our own photos."
He wasn't kidding. He's relishing in rolling you under and over him, the paint making both of your bodies slick. The canvas has paint smears all over it, from one corner to the other, as if Johnny was trying to use up every inch. Very quickly the art session turns from playful fun to something more and you haven't even added the third color yet. You whine as your hands slip out from under you again, the blue paint all over them making it difficult to hold a grip as Soap rocks into you from behind. He doesn't give you any mercy and as your knees slide in the red paint, he just laughs as he grips your hips and pulls you more onto him.
Summary: In the midst of your painting lesson with Albedo, he asks you a strange question related to both your futures.
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"Angle your brush at this point," Albedo informed you, "it's easier to slide it among the canvas. It also allows your paint to run smoothly on the canvas instead of that rough texture."
You took note of how he gently grasped your hand, his fingers running alongside yours and guiding you how to hold your paintbrush correctly. Not too long ago, perhaps an hour or two ago, you had asked the alchemist if he could instruct you how to paint correctly. He was well versed in the art of painting; you knew that much. Seeing his paintings made you wonder for quite a while in your thoughts. Who taught him how to paint? Is he self taught?
Those thoughts were quickly pushed aside when he called out your name. Everything needed for the tiny paint session you had requested was already set out and laid before you. On the table, there laid a few paint brushes ranging in sizes lined up almost perfectly alongside a palette messily covered in paint - a slight amount of it being dried up from what you assumed were from leftovers when Albedo painted in the past. The canvas in front of you stood on its wooden easel.
You viewed over the materials and looked back over to the alchemist, a small; gentle smile adorning his features. Maybe if it were someone else, he would have gathered a different set of materials for them, saving his own. Afterall, he would not like to have his own materials "wasted" on something that would result in a barely decent piece.
His skillful fingers brushed alongside yours, making sure to keep a gentle hold of your hand. He did not want to be the main party of your artwork, of course not. He was simply here to teach you, guide you, to work your way through painting. It was a polite manner and gesture. Although his hand was clearly rested among yours, he let you take the initiative, following the guidelines you had created on the canvas.
After a while, you had requested if you two could have a break. He allowed you to take a bit of time off as he gazed at your artwork. It was nearly complete, merely in need of a few highlights and texturing. You sat on the chair that was made from the alchemy craft Albedo sketched earlier on, a bottle of water in your hand. You rocked the bottle a few times, swirling the liquid in its container.
"Say, have you ever thought about the future?" Albedo questioned you in the middle of your watchful staring. To answer his question, you did. Who hasn't?
"Of course I have, why?" You answered bluntly.
"I should rephrase that.. Have you ever thought about if your actions change an outcome in your future?" He glanced over to you, seeing the sense of confusion written among your expression. "Say for example, you had a future that was destined to come but a single decision altered that outcome."
Ah, now it made sense. You pondered for a moment as you thought a bit too deeply about his question. Your head looked back up at the alchemist from where he stood and sighed.
"I haven't thought about that, no. But it does seem interesting to ponder about."
Albedo hummed quietly at your response, looking back over at the painting. "If I were to make a decision to confess a few words to you, do you think that it would alter the outcome of our friendship?"
Has he already realized he basically just confessed in the most vaguest way you have ever heard? There was an implication between those words, you were sure of it. You thought for once, he might have just outed himself unintentionally, but the way he gazed back at you with a small smug grin on his face informed you otherwise. An unfamiliar heat rose beneath your cheeks as a light blush coated your face in embarrassment. Your head turned back into the opposite direction, deciding not to face the male in front of you. You blushed before, of course, but now it was for a different cause. You were blushing because you were embarrassed, flustered.
Confess, few words, alter, friendship. Those words were implying he was going to confess to you, romantically.
You turned your gaze back to the alchemist and breathed deeply. "What are you implying?"
His answer was nothing but short and sweet. An answer that you had expected but it was so much better hearing it from the lips of his own, hearing the words so delicately roll off his tongue. His words were like fire to you, melting you and your heart.
"I love you."
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Ah, this one was so much fun to write! I think this one is cute and there's actual hidden feelings in this one instead of the scenarios I typically write. As always, thank you guys for taking your time to read through these drabbles.
Painting session in Kino Bosna (Prvi Maj), Sarajevo
Last year I spend Christmas and New Years Eve in my families home city Sarajevo.
My uncle brought my sister and I to an old cultural pub in Sarajevo because someone was organizing a “painting session” and I am an artist.
We drank some Sarajevsko beer and I painted this picture.
An international student who was studying in Sarajevo came up to me and asked me why I drew the guy holding the girl in his arms and not the other way round. I didn’t have a real answer back then but now I can say that I drew it that way because I wanted the attention of a certain guy at that time and this was my way of expressing this desire.
This painting doesn’t showcase any real love but the desire for love.
