Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Model

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Can I have a little scenario of Judar's s/o asking to draw a portrait of him and she takes a lot of time, so he gets up and looks at it and seeing an amazing picture of him. How would he react and would he praise his s/o? Thanks so much for your hard work!! :3

Rating - Teen, some cursing

"Judar, stay right there!"

Judar gave a small jump at the sudden outburst from his lover, looking over his shoulder at her with an annoyed grimace. "Uh, okay?" He was currently laying stomach down on the bed, having been resting with his head resting on folded arms. Apparently, his lover must have found inspiration from his mundane pose, as she had snatched her sketch paper and plopped herself down on a stool a few feet away from the bed.

Crossing her legs, she propped the pad of paper on her leg, looking him over with a piece of charcoal in hand. "Lay your head back down!" Judar grumbled at the commands, doing as told with a roll of his eyes. His pose must have not been good enough, as she shot back up and went over to him. Gently, she adjusted things like the position of his loose hair, the folds of the sheets and the direction of his head. Already irritated, he snapped at her hand playfully with his teeth, grinning up at her as she yelped and pulled away. "The model does not like to be touched."

She bopped him on the head gently before returning to her seat, adjusting her angle and seating position multiple times until she was satisfied. "The model will not move!" Judar sighed and rolled his eyes, looking off out of the window that was open behind her. He had been daydreaming when she had interrupted him, and now he wished desperately to get back to that point. But now, he found that he couldn't, every inch of his body itching to move. He hadn't been bothered with laying still before, but now that he had been told to, he didn't want to.

Huffing, he adjusted his foot slightly, only to be immediately snapped at. With an irritated groan, he moved his foot back into place, glaring at her now. "This is stupid, can't you just remember what I look like and draw it?" His lover shook her head, glancing from him back to her paper as her hand moved. "No, the lighting and everything is perfect on you. Please just wait." Judar was in full pout mode as he glanced around the room, suddenly noticing everything going on with his body.

His stomach itched. His hair was trapped under him. His neck was growing stiff. He needed to yawn - which he did. His pinky toe ached from banging it on furniture earlier. He was hungry. He was bored.

After laying there for what felt like hours to him, he couldn't take it anymore and he yelled out in frustration, sitting up. "I can't stand it! I'm getting up!" A pout came across his lovers face as he moved, obviously a bit hurt by his refusal to pose for her. "Aw... I wasn't done!" Judar stood, stretching his stiff body. He was surprised at the number of bones that cracked with his movement, but it felt good.

"You had plenty of time! Now let me see!" He went over to her, trying to take the pad from her. She held it to her chest, glaring up at him. "It's not done!" Judar rolled his eyes, holding his hand out. "Give it to me, I deserve to see it so far." Glancing from his hand to his face a few times, his lover sighed and handed him the pad of paper. "Careful not to smudge it!" Judar snatched it from her, though his annoyance immediately faded as he gazed upon the drawing. It was a nearly perfect likeness to him and his surroundings, even in it's sketchy stage.

He looked at her before looking back at the paper, feeling his face flush a bit from embarrassment as he observed it. "Uh... Damn. This is really fucking awesome." He watched his lover as she flushed dark red, shifting about nervously on her stool. "You really think so." Judar nodded, handing it back to her. "Yeah! I mean, shit-" He looked back at the bed, pointing to it as he grinned down at her.

"Want to pose me again?"