#i wanna see if i can get that artist guy in game to paint him lol

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Oh, for a skeleton key…

Plus a digital mockup to simulate a red ink pass that i discovered could not be achieved well enough with the materials available to me, and the original pencils.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #fan art #ink drawing #inktober #(i guess eehehe) #i drew him for funsies and sent him on his merry way to lands unknown(the postal system) #i expressed my initial anxiety about drawing his face properly to a friend who rightfuly observed that his head IS yoshiko shaped #wonderful shape. 10/10. the jacket…. #was a labor and a half lol #worth it for the bestie though lol #i would draw him so he could look at his vain self #i wanna see if i can get that artist guy in game to paint him lol #i’m only in act two at the time of typing #still one of my fave interactions with him: #‘i dont want a freaking poem #just tell me i’m hot’ #astarion… buddy… look at me…. i’m a god damn bard how could you say these things to me? #my craft!! #Pointy bastard mean girl hungry boy crime time murder elf.

[bangsinc]

Can i request a spot x reader Who likes to draw him and lets him stay in their house.

Also you are life saver since you are the only one who is writing spot headcannons ♡

✏️Spot and an artist reader who lets him crash!(Hcs/Drabble)🗯️

I’m so sorry I couldn’t think of something silly for a title.. BUT TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT! I rly wanna give him love since nobody is rn! He’s so pookie

No warnings, just fluff. Mutual pining! Yay!

For the majority of the past couple years, Spots been an outcast to society, someone who wouldn’t be welcome anymore no matter what he did or how he hid. A job, something that could have saved him, wasn’t feesable anymore, and he couldn’t find anyplace to live.. that is, until there was you.

You were a complete godsend to this.. creature. A place to stay was more than what he could ask for. He didn’t need to eat, or do much anymore, but he still wanted a sence of community.

He could never repay you, never. The only person that’s ever been kind to him is letting him stay for.. nothing in return. As a way to return the sentiment and ease the overbearing guilt he feels that someone (as amazing and beautiful as you) let him into their home with open arms, he steals things.

Expect little trinkets! Oh? You like video games? That’s crazy because he just came across this one copy of..

He doesn’t crash persay, he lives. He craves the affection and love, so it’s difficult for him to not spend every night in your home. It’s warm, cozy, and best of all you don’t seem to care for what he looks like.

And like.. yknow, maybe you guys cuddle sometimes.

As for your hobby of drawing him, he would consider it the highest honor. You see him as something worth replicating on pen and paper? You want to show it to others too?? Congratulations, you just earned yourself a free model.

Gushes over your work, maybe keeps some of it for himself. Oh, he’s crushing hard. Maybe he’ll even try to draw you! Don’t expect anything.. good though. He was a scientist! Not an artist! But.. it would mean a lot to him if you kept what he gave you. It’s the least you could do, make him a happy little guy.

He may not be expressive, but you can almost see the flattery oozing from him as he eyes your work with the upmost curiosity. You’re so talented!

Little Drabble!

The lights of your bedroom, dim and gentle, reflect upon his pale face. He looks around curiously, his expression as it usually is, unreadable. He looks at you for a moment, the hole on his face narrowing in almost panic.

“T—thanks for letting me stay agai—look, I can’t really repay you or-“ He mumbles, rocking back and fourth on his feet nervously.

Your expression wracked him. The kind, empathetic smile on your face didn’t wane once, even if you both knew there wasn’t any way he could pay you back. You stay quiet, mainly to find the right words to tell him. With every passing second, doubt knawed at him. This was too good to be true.. this was going to end sooner than he hoped. You were going to tell him to get ou—

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You speak, your voice quiet as to not startle him further. The weight of your words pressed on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to catch his breath.

“Really?” He approaches you swiftly, a sence of hope painted his expression, the brush that was his feelings painting a portrait of never ending gratitude.

“Really.” You repeat his words, arms outstretched, your smile never once waning. He can feel his spotted emotions get the better of him and he’s quick to bring you into a hug, his face digging into the crook of your neck.

#spider man #spiderman #the spot #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #bangsinc #idk lol #x reader #fluff #spider punk #amazing spider man #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 2 MATCH 31

Van propaganda:

"He's a great artist, he's charming and caring... At first it seems like a standard meet-cute with this guy but he turns out being connected to the player character through destiny, in several of their past (and future) lives... Not in all of them you meet, not in all of them you like each other immediately, but in many of them you end up finding one another by chance (or is it fate?), and staying together as a choice."

"He loves you, he hates you, he's one snide comment away from getting an HR complaint, he's been painting the same question over and over again and you're the answer, he uses Pochacco as his profile picture, whats not to love??"

Derek propaganda:

“Extreme hot take but Derek is the best OL1 love interest. He has the best and sweetest confession in the game. You play video games together. He seems reserved until you actually start dating and find out that he's actually just a gentleman who didn't want to be overly forward with someone he's not in a relationship with. He's a family man. You get to blatantly abuse your 'dating' privileges in front of his brothers. He's just so insanely sweet and caring and makes me wanna cry whenever I play his DLC.”

“- Impossible to dislike

- No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek

- This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy

- This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something

- This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)

- His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game

- He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them

- His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute

- Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!

- I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written

- If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys

- He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit

- Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard

- Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him

- His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game

- He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one

- And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off

- so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time

Just. Just vote for him!!!!”

“He's sweet, polite, and out-going and is always willing to put you first (sometimes too willing).”

“polite responsible jock u r NOT immune to this”

#Intertwine Van #Intertwine #intertwine vn #Derek Suarez #Our Life #our life: beginnings & always #Round 2 #MDDC 2

[kxmikomrade]

🍁˖࿐ Artist! S/O - Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Sae

╰┈➤Hcs of them with an Artistic S/O!! Genre: Fluff and crack Gn!reader or Any gender Warnings: Swearing, Not proof read bcs im lazy, idk wat else but lmk if theres anything else Waiter's Note: OH LOOK WHO FINALLY PULLED THIS OUTTA THEIR DRAFTS AFTER A WHOLE ASS 5 MONTHS LMAOO I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY <33 Reqs Open as usual!! Masterlists

Now Playing: An Art Gallery Could Never Be As Unique As You

Very VERY VERYYYY fascinated on what you do, he thinks it's really cool

He canonly likes art too so let him join in!!

Draw him in any way like even a small doodle and he WILL COMBUST

He decorated his wall infront of his desk with your drawings and doodles, other things like custom keychains, origami, glass paintings are on his desk so he can see it everyday when he wakes up 🥹🥹

Study dates with you two often end up in drawing-cuddling sessions

Starting with studying so you can both pass your exams to you two beside eachother, legs tangled under the kotatsu table while you both lay on your stomachs, drawing whatever you felt like drawing 🫶

Let's just hope that you both pass your exams 😭😭

When you have art block or you feel stressed, he offers to take you out to a walk (yk he loves those esp with you)

It may seem kinda annoying at first but trust me, it does WONDERS

YOUR WORKS ARE DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT THE ISAGI HOUSEHOLD ✨

His parents like your creations too but they ALWAYS remind you whenever you come over that it's okay to take breaks and do other things 🥹💖

He's not rich by all means, but he's willing to spend his money to get you supplies u want

When he got the letter for blue lock, you both agreed to meet at a park at night and you talked things through, promising to work hard and improve while you both are separated

Whenever the topic of art or s/o comes in, he just ends up talking everyones ear off in blue lock and the question was just from a truth or dare game😭

Whether or not you got recognized for your art and got more commissions/promotions or quit art to start something new that interests you, he's supportive just as you are for him 🫶

HE LOVES ART, AND YOUR AN ARTIST?? MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

Introduces you to his mom <33 you both share tips and tricks and now she's like your teacher ITS SO CUTE

But Meguru gets pretty pouty if you just sit there beside his mom talking about art related things all day 😭

If you let him lay down on your lap and give him occasional kisses then he'll be able to sit still for a while longer

You gave him a bee-themed soccer ball you painted once and he ALWAYS has it on his bed so he can fall asleep hugging it 🥹

He doesn't play with it tho, atleast not outdoors bcs he doesn't wanna ruin it 😭💖

Painting with him and his mom if she isn't busy!!

He always plays around and puts paint on your face, his mom scolds him for it LMAOO

Don't take him to art museums pls 😭😭 HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE WAS IN THE LIGHT NOVEL?? you both would get in trouble just because he was bored 💀

BRAGS TO EVERYONE AND ANYONE IN BLUE LOCK ABOUT YOU THAT THEY LITERALLY KNOW YOU AND EVERY SINGLE ART PIECE YOU HAVE DONE BEFORE EVEN MEETING YOU OR SEEING THEM 💀💀😭

Has tried to eat paint before 🧍‍♂️Much worse if you paint food then bro might try it again 💀💀💀

You sit on a bench nearby and draw while he practices, it's relaxing, just watch out for the ball 😭💀

Oh boy

Id say for a FACT that you were broke until you started dating him unless you have really cheap materials or you're just really good at saving

Yk how art materials and art school is so ridiculously expensive?? Well, your LOVELY boyfriend here has it all covered

Mans literally already bought a whole art shop 💀

Its not like it's anything new *looks at art big art studio*

PLEASE get a frying pan and smack some sense into this man's head bcs he was just about to buy his way into getting your art showcased in an art gallery/convention

He might, MIGHT stop if you use his own words against him. Like the whole 'i want to carve my own future' thing

Lets be fr, he won't stop, the most he could do is stop bribing his way to get your art showcased

Bby supports you alot tho :((

He just admires how much effort you're able to put in each work

When art block kicks in, he'll take you to go to expensive art galleries or to wherever the Mona Lisa is currently being showcased at

Just drag him out and tell him u wanna learn soccer 😭 it's honestly more fun than roaming around an art gallery

Paint him with his parents and they'll already start planning your marriage 💀😭

Bro when collage comes along, then your tuition fees and apartment bills are already paid like??? I wonder how 🤔

PLS DRAW HIM AND SHOW HIM THAT THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO EXPRESS LOVE OTHER THAN MONEY SPENDING BCS HE'LL ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WITH ALL THE TIME, EFFORT AND SKILL YOU PUT IN

He DEFINITELY frames all the drawings/paintings you give him. No buts

Let's be fr, he probably has a room in his house filled with your creations 🧍‍♂️

I'm pretty sure that blue lock allows anything to be brought unless it's a phone or something (because they'll have to earn it back) so Reo brought this photo album/journal decorated by you and/or your drawings

AND YK THOSE MINI PRINTERS??? HE BROUGHT ONE TOO SO WHENEVER YOU SEND A NEW ARTWORK, HE PRINTS IT 😭😭

Talks Nagi's ear off every time 💀

Supportive bank in general 👍 jkjk pls don't use him just for money or I will come for your eyeballs 🤗

Sae is pretty chill compared to his hardcore emo brother like did you see that one panel where he wanted to go home in the middle of a game while applying lotion???

He doesn't seem like the type to check social media often too so I hc that he draws after practices when he gets home to cool down for the night yk

I can definitely see him drawing his favorite characters from Chibi Maruko-chan whenever he feels stressed or has a bad day because of his stupid teammates who play like headless chickens 🙄(his words not mine)

So like when YOU came in, it's like he's surrounded by comfort when you two draw in silence while listening to your shared playlist 🌼

drawing fanarts for him that you wanna show off to everyone since he's beautiful and he's even more beautiful in your artstyle <33

he doesnt know about it tho because thats too embarrassing

rin follows you on that account with his private acc LMAOOOOOO

LISTEN. IMAGINE DRAWING HIM WITH HIS YEE YEE LOOKIN ASS BANGS AND TEASING HIM ABOUT IT HAHAHSHAHA

you secretly sent one to Rin for funsies once and he sent you a pic of Sae when he was young back, now you both have this sketchy deal thing going on that Sae doesnt know SHIT about

dw tho, both your mouths are sealed because now you got Rin to approve of you

If you live with him abroad, then your apartment/house is FILLED with notes/drawings/sketches/paintings/origamis, etc. im not exaggerating at ALL.

Imagine those cute and decorated fridges but make it the ENTIRE house

You both just slap some sticky note on walls, tables, chairs, cabinets, shelves, counters and draw on it,and neither of you clean them up, you just leave it there 😭😭

it comes off when it comes off ig 🤷

If you dont live with him abroad, then you guys have a minecraft server you both share thats literally FILLED with builds. Somehow, Sae's RIDICULOUSLY fast at learning these things and now hes an architect 🧍‍♂️

Also those cooperative drawing websites/games?? yeah, you both have them OFTEN, like, every night other than when hes like SUPER tired

just stick to screenshoting him and drawing on his face

He buys you anything you need/want too and theres basically no stopping him 🤷🤷

Tagging: @inariezaki

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#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #bllk isagi #bllk bachira #bllk reo #bllk sae #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock sae x reader #sae x reader #reo mikage x you #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #meguru bachira x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader

[chiyuumiii]

Miles-1610B Headcanons

Giving you guys some content whilst Labyrinth is still in process !

♡♡♡

IN-A-RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS:

• Miles would be the typa guy that gets super concerned whenever you're out alone without him, texting you every 10 minutes like a worried mom.

Miles: “BABY ARE YOU OKAY??”

You: Yeah i'm just out with my friends, don't worry!

Miles: “ALRIGHT TEXT ME WHEN U WANT ME TO PICK U UPP, ILY AND STAY SAFE PLS ❤️”

• At the first months and weeks of your relationship, he isn't as clingy as he doesn't wanna pressure you too much, but when the two of you have been together for a long time, he starts to get a little clingy.

• If you have pets with him he will absolutely cherish and treat the pet like its his child, even purchasing a stroller for it when you walk around malls!

• Buys the two of you matching sneakers, he just thinks they're stylish and cute.

• Words of affection, quality time, and acts of service are his main love languages.

• Sketches you from time to time, if you take a peek at his sketch book, you find doodles of you and beautiful sketched portraits.

• Sometimes when you're not with him, he gets bored and goes to put up a graffiti with you on some places, and at some point, you see the graffiti, taking a picture of it and asking if its him (ofc it is)

• When he first had a crush on you, you could notice he was always a bit nervous to talk to you.

Miles: “Yo...! Um.... You got a pen...?” He says with obvious unease and anxiety.

• Babbles to Ganke Lee about how amazing you are and all your best qualities, sometimes he rambles for so long Ganke is sleeping on his gaming chair.

Miles: “They're so adorable and I love the way they hold me and I love their hands, I love their eyes and I love-”

Ganke: *snoring his ass out*

• If you know he's Spider-Man, sometimes he knocks at your window to your room when he gets the sudden urge to visit you.

BEST FRIENDS HEADCANONS:

• A cool best friend to be with, sometimes he lets you decorate his skateboard and takes you to paint graffiti with him.

• He tells you EVERYTHING, even gossips he overhears.

Miles: “Did you know what Peter did-”

You: “No I did not know what Peter did.”

• You know his deepest darkest secrets, and it was he accidentally painted on a cat while he was out painting graffiti and his dad saw the cat.

Jeff (Miles' dad): “I saw a cat on the road and I was like ‘oh a cat’ and it turned... there was some spray paint on its ass...”

Miles: *chuckles nervously* “wow dad... What an odd discovery...”

• It's always a blast having sleepovers with him, if you're an artist, he challenges you to an art battle, and if you're much of a gamer, he challenges you to with him.

• If you can play an instrument, he requests you to play his favorite songs sometimes, and even posts you on his insta.

♡♡♡

Pls wait patiently for labyrinth guys I am having a hard time writing 😭😭😭

#miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #headcanons #spiderman atsv #atsv #itsv #miles morales spider man #spider man miles morales #atsv headcanons #itsv headcanons #spiderman itsv #cutie patootie miles morales #pikmin #spotify #caexavfics #fics #x reader #reader

[tobyfoxfacts]

Heard of 72 uses for snails? 72 uses for Toby Fox:

Dog sitter

Standup comedian for a low budget party

One man puppeteer for your other low budget party

DJ but he only plays Indie game music

A member of your band for like 1 gig to fill in someone's place because long term commitments would mess up his schedule

Tech support for video games. (he had to be his own tech support team when UNDERTALE first came out)

Guard dog

Tutor

Guy that distracts security while you sneak by

Wingman

Hitman

Hiking guide who tells people about every single fcking rock they see on the trail

Guy who will answer your questions about almost anything. But can only answer questions that are obscure and irrelevant

Merch Designer

Concept artist

Music composer

Game designer

Professional laugh track encourager. (gets the whole room of people to laugh for the laugh track recording)

Emotional support dog

Perhaps an emotional support human

A great pillow, if you can get him to sit still and pay him enough

He will climb trees to get your cat so you don't have to embarrass yourself by calling the fire dept and the whole neighborhood hears

Guy who shows up at the wedding and starts dancing and hyping everyone up to increase the vibe and encourage other people to dance

Fashion model

He probably knows how to make balloon animals.

Animal Shelter caretaker

A babysitter (he had 2 younger brothers)

A substitute teacher for environmental science or liberal arts

Public speaker (he would probably sht himself)

Video game tester

Guy who says "may I take your hat sirrrr" at parties, but in a perfect Patrick Star voice

Voice actor

Language teacher

Translator

He would give you great indie game recommendations

Have him do your laundry

Have him write you a song

Get him to do the damn dishes

Teach him how to do a cartwheel

Have him pay the hospital bill when he fails

Make him put together your IKEA furniture. He seems like the kinda guy who likes that stuff

Professional LEGO builder.

He will paint your nails if you ask nicely

Ask him to beatbox for your mixtape

Have him fix that dishwasher that stopped working 13 years ago but you've been to lazy to fix it so it just holds clean dishes. If he manages to fix it, this will boost his masculinity.

Guy who lugs your sled back up the snow hill so you don't have to do it yourself

He will sharpen your pencils while you draw

He will be your alarm clock. (make soft beeping noises in your ear at requested time)

He will be your personal shopper, until it comes to the checkout line, he gets too scared.

He will be the mascot for your sports team, if he gets to wear a little white dog fur suit and dance around

He will teach you to build robots

He will sit next to you in church so you don't look lonely

He will be your temporary date if you don't wanna look too sad at a gathering

Party crasher

Person who walks around the store (disguised as a customer) and compliments other customers to encourage them to buy what merchandise they're holding

The guy to tell you all 72 snail facts

He will fend off your sleep paralysis demons

He will do the hokey pokey to cheer you up

Have him read you a bedtime story

A really shitty bodyguard

Dog walker

professional food taste tester

He will write you excerpts to send to bullies online so you can roast them super well

Fanfic slander-er (if you hate a fanfic he will personally leave a comment on it and tell the creator that their UNDERTALE fanfic isn't canon) You would have to pay him for this because he would feel bad doing it

If you don't have anyone to play video games with, he will join you

Professional tissue hander. When you're crying while studying for exams, he will pass you tissues

World's smallest violin player. When you need a soundtrack while saying "can we get an F in the chat" he will pull out a tiny violin

He will set up your parent's computers and reset their Gmail passcodes when they forget them

He will do your clown makeup when that toxic boy you dated cheats on you

He will give you hugs

He will draw you adorable little pictures

He will annoy the crap out of you for free.

#i took forever to make this show this post some love #toby fox facts #toby fox #indiedev #undertale #gamedev #share #i worked too hard on this #gaming #video games #games #pc games #adding a ton of hashtags

[motheatenscarf]

I AM THE BEST FUCKING INTERNET DETECTIVE!

Okay, that’s a lie, I’m actually oblivious, but if you’ve known me long enough here have probably heard me talk about my white whale, Tron Cat.

So, aaaaages and ages ago, my brother was trying to get me to play the Exalted TTRPG game with him and his friends and invited me to hang out with them for a weekend. We stayed at his friend’s place and said friend had a room mate who had basically done all of the decorating.

One of the paintings this woman had proudly put on display was of this robotic looking alien cat with glowing lines all over its body, which my brother’s friend group had affectionately dubbed “Tron Cat.” And like, it's kinda tacky, but in a really fun “old school sci-fi novel cover” kinda way that’s actually kind of awesome and just fun as hell because who wouldn’t want to forsake “good taste” and just hang an electric space cat on their wall? Everyone loved that picture, but me and my brother in particular were the most enthused about it. 

Well, eventually the room mate moved out and for some reason left that priceless painting behind. My brother asked if he could have it, if his friend didn’t want it, but the friend didn’t want a blank wall there and promised that once he moved out, he’d let Jake have it. 

He was in that apartment another couple of years, and by then everyone had forgotten about that because they’d kind of stopped playing as much, so Tron Cat was left behind. Jake didn’t find out until several months after his friend moved and was HEARTBROKEN because there were like three degrees of separation between us and that painting’s origins. Nobody knew the name of the painting or the artist or where and how they found it, and it was now in the hands of strangers who would never fully appreciate it. Tron Cat was lost forever.

HOWEVER!

Cut to like a decade later, I’m sitting here today trying to preserve pictures of my dad and my pets by going through my family’s ancient camera and making sure to back up all of the pictures onto a thumb drive and WHAT DO I FIND?

A picture I took of Tron cat! And in BOLD lettering I see “MONT” big glare blocking out some letters and then “BANO” underneath the glorious image of Tron Cat.

I can figure out that must be “Montalbano”, google search “Montalbano cat print” and BOOM, there it is, I found Tron Cat!

His name is Sevin, he was painted by Gary Montalbano, and he is glorious.

You know the date on that picture? You wanna know when that picture was taken? Fucking March 18, 2011.

Finally found out what it was on September 09, 2022. Eleven and a half years. If I’d remembered I’d taken that picture, I would have been able to find it a lot sooner, but there were years between when I first saw it and when taking it home was a possibility that was lost forever, but I fucking found Tron Cat.

In theory you can order prints off [this guy’s website] but it looks like it hasn’t been maintained in a few years and the store function says it’s “coming soon” but in the meanwhile you can “contact them” about which print you want and they’ll tell you how to order it which... hmmm.... don’t like that, but I think if in a few months his website still doesn’t have a functional store I might break down and try anyway because my god.... I’ve waited long enough.

[juicypassionfruit]

Picnic Date with Raab

summary: going on a date with your bf raab

Warnings: none pretty cheesy stuff

Friday mornings were usually more relaxing than Friday nights with the CKY guys. Y/n was constantly being dragged along by Raab and included in on the shenanigans. She loved nothing more than hanging out with him and watching him be stupid with his close friends.

“Get on with me Y/n!” He yelled from the couch with ski’s on the bottom. She just laughed and shook her head. Her plans of just watching from the side were ruined when Raab grabbed her arm and dragged her to the couch.

His arm was tightly wrapped around her waist holding them as they sled on the snow, both of them laughing til their sides hurt.

With Raab being so busy with Viva La Bam, he hasn’t taken much time to take her out on dates and spend some one on one time together other than watching tv before bed and in the morning.

It finally came to his attention that they haven’t had time together when Ryan made a harmless joke, “Shut up Raab, why don’t you go take Y/n out or something” Ryan was only pulling his leg because Raab was the only one with a girlfriend but it sparked an idea in his head. He spent the rest of the morning planning an afternoon and evening for the two of them.

Raab told her that they had to go to the store and pick up some things for the show because he lost the game of poker they were playing. Y/n wasn’t interested in going but after he insisted she go with him so he wouldn’t get bored, she agreed.

“I think you owe me one after this” She looked over at him smiling. He laughed loudly and continued to drive to the spot he had picked out for their surprise date.

“Chris, you passed the store” Y/n commented.

“Oh shit” He laughed “Its alright theres another one up here.”

He pulled into an empty parking lot and parked. They were at a park that was always empty. There was a dirt trail around the edges and grass for days in the middle, with trees everywhere. It was simple but pretty.

Raab got out and grabbed some things from the trunk, running to the middle of the grass.

“Chris! Wait up” She yelled after him.

When she finally made it to where he was, he had set up the blanket and picnic basket full of snacks. Raab even got her a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

Y/n sat beside him and smiled, “This is very nice, Chris”

“Sorry for not raking you out in so long. I hope this can make up for it.”

Y/n laughed and nodded, “It definitely does”

They sat on the blanket and ate. Talking about random things that came to their minds. New music, work drama, Bam. Everything. After a while they laid down in silence. Her head on his chest tracing it with her fingers and his hand behind his head and the other wrapped around her.

“I brought art stuff if you wanna paint?” He suggested and she sat up smiling, “Of course I do!” Y/n kissed his lips and pulled away.

Raab grabbed the canvases and paint from the basket and the two started painting in no time. He wasn’t much of an artist but Y/n was and he’d paint shitty art with her any day if it meant he got to hear her laugh at how bad his was.

“Is that a dog?” She asked as he showed her his work.

“No its a horse! I painted you a horse.” Y/n couldn’t contain the laugh that came out. She loved it.

“Ohh I see it now. Thats good!” She said catching her breath.

“Shut up” He smiled at her.

Y/n continued to paint hers. It was of Raab and the snowy tree behind him. As she squeezed more paint out of the bottle into the palette, it went all over the place. Getting on Raab’s shirt and jeans.

“Well now I gotta get you back” He sighed before grabbing some more colors and getting them on her.

“Chris!” She yelled grabbing the ugliest color she could reach and putting it in his hair.

They soon cleaned up their mess at the park and went back to Castle Bam completely covered in paint.

“What the hell happened to you two?” Bam asked

“Painting” Raab shrugged and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, going upstairs to shower.

#bam margera #jackass #jackass fanfic #ryan dunn #johnny knoxville #chris pontius #steve o #dico #raab himself #chris raab #cky

[mishkakagehishka]

valk for the ask game!

omg, the both of them... don't mind if I do!

Shu:

favorite thing about them: how can I choose just one... the fact that he's good at sewing and embroidery is so [heart eyes] tho...

least favorite thing about them: fr*ncophile (derogatory). I could fix him

favorite line: that entire monologue in Human Comedy where he talks about what makes a human at the fruits parlour with Mika. I think he made some Points tbh ... the "kill me as gruesomely as you can" one was also metal

brOTP: all of the Eccentric 5 in a brolycule, I think they deserve it

OTP: ShuMika,,,,,,,,, where I'm from we have a saying for when two people are just the right flavour of horrible for one another; they found eachother /lh

nOTP: I never really thought about it, but I guess I wouldn't ship him with Eichi. It'd be funny, but it wouldn't workkasjksdak

random headcanon: he can't handle alcohol, at all. He's a total lightweight, a single beer gets him lightheaded

unpopular opinion: idk how unpopular it is here on tumblr, but i can't subscribe to him being "irredeemable". He was a piece of shit, of course, but it was needed for the narrative and his own arc was about him becoming Less of a piece of shit, yknow? Besides, he's been trying his best since ! era.

song i associate with them: Dionysus by BTS... there's something about the "born as a (kpop) idol, reborn as an artist" line. The whole song, though, has a Shu vibe to it, comparing creating music/art to getting drunk

favorite picture of them: sighs longingly. I wish he would smile more,,,

Mika:

favorite thing about them: his dialect/accent has bewitched me from day one, I love listening to him speak, even when I understand nothing

least favorite thing about them: he has no faults. All of his flaws make sense and are needed for the narrative to work, and, furthermore, most of his flaws are charming because he's Mika. #Number1MikaApologist

favorite line: in one of his winter homescreen lines, he mentions having sewn a tiny little scarf for Mademoiselle. I have never stopped thinking about it. The visualisation of it is impeccable.

brOTP: MAYOI AND MIKA... they're quite similar, I really wanna see them interact more, that one little 3* story was NOT enough

OTP: NaruMika,,,, I love them as besties, I love them as lovers, I love them in any and every type of dynamic. They're sooooooo please read that CN story where he makes a brooch for her

nOTP: again, I haven't really thought about it, but I guess Rinne and Mika. Asides from the questionable age gap, I think their dynamic is genuinely hilarious, but I can't see it ever working in neither a friendship nor a relationship. I do want it explored more as... whatever the hell they have going on. Coworker from hell on Mika's side, I'm assuming lmfao

random headcanon: He's a smoker. I've seen one (1) fanart of him with a cigarette in his mouth, and it hasn't left my mind since. "But he's a singer!!" yeah, well, uhhhh, he's also Slavic, so he's immune to the side effects of smoking, don't worry about it

unpopular opinion: I get the baby-boy-ification of Mika, I'm guilty of it, too, and I understand that humans will often judge based on appearances... But I feel like we're all too quick to forget that he's a freak and into go.re (and into go.re, if we are to trust Leo's words), among other weird stuff. Man is not a harmless little guy.

song i associate with them: Where I Live by Woodkid... It feels a bit like him

favorite picture of them: And I'm expected to choose just one smh... anyway can we get his nails painted more often Please

send me a character <3

#crying weeping. Valkyrie... <333 #asks #ask games

[cassurrjoybell-30]

Howling Love - Chapter 4

*Warning Adult Content*

Amille Laurent.

"Hey kiddo, I thought you'd be staying to choose an after school activity?" my uncle asked as I stood by the walk way.

He had been ten minutes early, I actually thought he'd come later to pick me up.

[No I wanted to get home early today, besides it's my first day, I'll pick out an activity during the week.] I typed on my phone and the app read it out loud.

"Hmm, alright, great... did you see any one of your cousins?" he asked again and I nodded.

[I saw Orlando, he helped me navigate the school after lunch period.] I told him and he nodded with a smile.

"At least one of the boys didn't forget, so before I drop you off, I thought we could do a little sight seeing, you like books we could pass by the largest book shop I know, then buy a few more games to play later, how does that sound?" he asked nervously, how I knew that was the tone of his voice, it was something I could pick at times.

[Yeah, I was going to ask dad to do it with me on the weekend, today is a good a day as any.] I replied with a smile which made him smile too.

"Great, lets go," he cheered and I couldn't help laugh at how much the giant was actually a child at heart, it was adorable, like Camryn with his never ending questions, the thought was surprising to say the least.

I never really thought of any guy as adorable in a long while, it wasn't a bad surprise.

So we drove into the city with me sitting on the edge of my seat being amazed.

"So let's find a spot to park, its a great day," Uncle Kyra called out as he actually found a spot to park right after.

"Come on, it's safe so leave your stuff just maybe take your phone and essentials," he suggested and I nodded taking my smaller bag with one of my spare tablets and my actual essentials, then my phone, soon enough his hand was on my shoulder and we were exploring.

"If you want the best ice cream in the city, you come here, Elda's," he spoke up as he opened the door for me to get in with the already several shopping bags I had.

[Mint chocolate.] I told the gentleman at the counter who winked at me, he wasn't much older than I was, maybe even my age and seemingly not surprised when I used my phone.

"Give us two please," Uncle Kyra inserted as the two cups came and he paid.

[This is so good.] I told him in between my almost non existent moans.

He chuckled as he leaned in and wiped the cream moustache on my upper lip.

"I told you it was, your favourite uncle doesn't lie," he boasted.

[Aren't you my only uncle?] I retorted and he snickered.

"Touché but I'm still the favourite," he shot back as we finished our ice cream with more laughter.

I had been nervous at the beginning of the day but now, I felt free, felt happy, felt okay.

"So wanna hit up that book store I told you about?" he suggested and I nodded right then.

"Great, let's go," he announced as we left the ice cream after buying the largest candy they hand.

[I couldn't resist.] I grinned with a blush and he just chuckled.

"Whatever you want kiddo," he plainly said but the emotion behind those words wasn't lost on me, I appreciated his efforts.

"The city fun side is the south and east parts, the north is more of a business district, the west is housing and business markets extended, so if you're looking for fun, this side is best," he explained as I froze in my spot looking at a painters supply shop.

I quickly typed on my cell-phone.

[Please, please, can we go in?] I begged and he just chuckled gesturing I lead the way.

Seeing the many art supplies I wanted made me feel as if I was in heaven.

"Only a true artist would have that look in their eyes when they walked into my shop," an older lady addressed me and I blushed.

[Hello, I couldn't help notice you have Rare Shades on your display, their paint is amazing.] I told her and she giggled.

"Only a true artist indeed, I not only have Rare Shades, I have Goldin, Sobre and Multicos," she asserted and I almost fainted.

The brands she had listed made the best painting, drawing and sculpture supplies any artist would want, it was actually not easy finding them.

"Go ahead, I'll stay here," Uncle Kyra spoke when I looked at him with starry eyes.

I handed him my other bags and flew into the aisles picking out everything I'd ever need from clay, to paints and watercolours, dad would murder me for spending so much but I'd do chores for the rest of the year if it meant I'd have my supplies.

After thirty minutes of aisle hopping I finally had my full cart at the counter.

"You have bought the most things at once in what seems to be a year, I'm giving you a discount," the lady mentioned and I fist bumped my uncle.

[Thank you, thank you.] I told her over and over as she just smiled and waved me off saying it was a pleasure.

"We certainly can't carry all this to the car, I'll go get the car, and you stay here, I'll be back in a minute," he exclaimed and I nodded waiting outside the shop thinking of what to use first, what to make first, maybe a sculpture or a painting.

"Hey Amille," I recognized the voice, it was Camryn on the other side of the road, I waved at him and he crossed the road recklessly, cars honked by him as he passed.

I flinched and covered my eyes when he almost got hit.

Then he stood in front of me.

[Are you crazy?] I asked and he just chuckled.

"I wanted to get to you," he sheepishly replied.

[You could've waited for the traffic light to turn red.] I suggestively argued.

"That would've taken too long, besides I got here didn't I and passing cars is easier than a rush of bodies during a game," he retorted and I face palmed.

[Those are cars, they could kill you.] I protested and he just laughed.

"Already did it moose, now I'm here, tell me what you're up to?" he argued back and I decided not to dwell on what he called me but then.

[Hey, who you calling moose?] I protested again.

"You, chocolate-moose or would you prefer coco duck-face," he chortled.

[Neither, you reckless-neanderthal.] I told him as I laughed causing him to laugh to.

"Hey don't come for my body, not my fault you're a short-stack, might as well be a lunch-bar," He jabbed back and I gasped then clamped my mouth shut.

"Look at ya, making that cute duck-face," he teased and I looked away trying not to laugh.

It was just the two of us, things seemed so easy, talking to him seemed so easy, the banter, the compliments, it wasn't forced it was nice, as he laughed.

Camryn was what you could call a burly fit almost giant, he was nimble for his size but still burly without the pot belly, it was adorable honestly and just like that, I knew what I'd be painting.

"So tell me duck-face, you here alone?" he asked and I shook my head in refusal.

[I'm with my uncle Kyra, he went to get his car so we could pack up my art supplies, I got a really good bargain.] I told him and he nodded with a hum.

"So that's what you discovered when you left sports... art," he mentioned and I nodded it actually surprised me that he had been listening, it was somewhat nice.

[Yes but not the whole umbrella, there is art I haven't mastered but painting and abstract arts I have mastered.] I explained as my uncle honked parking by an open spot close to us.

"Let me help you short-stack. Here... carry this," he stated and I glared at him when he only let me carry the smallest bag.

"Don't pout, at least you're carrying something," he added and all I wanted was to strangle him.

[Damn you boy-scout-neanderthal.] I hissed but it didn't come off that way so he just chuckled.

"Something wrong kiddo?" Uncle Kyra asks as he comes up to us at the back of the Renault.

[No, nothing at all, just Camryn being helpful.] I replied and he smirked while my uncle smiled.

"Oh Camryn, thank you for keeping sassy-licious over there company," he told him and my jaw dropped.

"Oh it was a pleasure, he's actually good company," Camryn replied with an even deeper smirk, how I wanted to wipe it off his cocky features.

"Great, he's such a great guy huh sweetheart, anyway, time to go, say hello to your dad for me and tell him I'll drop by later when I get my nephew home," he asserted as Camryn nodded.

[Bye Camryn.] I begrudgingly typed as I turned with my nose pointing in the air with my eyes closed, to show my superiority.

Then I knocked right into my uncle's back, the rigid muscles of steel making me groan Goddess why are you so cruel.

I wanted to cry or bury myself, either worked, so I hurriedly got into the car and hid, I was mortified.

"Bye Amille," Camryn called out with devilish smile, I wanted to die.

[miyaren]

The Kiss of Venus | jean kirstein

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✪ Jean Kirstein smut 18+ minors PLEASE dni

CW: (1) pussy clap (that's self control baby), oral (f! receiving), edging

Artist!Jean head canons. Just artist!jean doing art things while also doing you.

I feel like jean is one of those guys who fucks you like they're trying to knock the Mario coins out of you!!

per usual not edited, but let me know if you like it <3

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◘ Artist!Jean who spends too much time groping your tits because he wants to sculpt a bust of them later. He sucks on your nipples, licks the areola before grazing with his teeth, then seals his mouth around it again when he hears you cry out. His mouth roams your chest, leaves you with purple marks he can admire the next day. You grind against him, anything to relieve the ache you feel in your panties. Jean laughs against you, fingers skimming the underside of your breasts as he moves to cup them, the heat of his palms searing into your skin. Through your whines, he presses his thumbs down on your nipples and swivels them like buttons. “Give me a second, y/n. I wanna get these right.”

◘ Artist!Jean who lets you cockwarm him while he sketches but the second you try to move he gives your clit a hard pinch and a slap. “C’mon angel, I’m working here. I’ll take care of you soon. Promise.”

◘ Artist!Jean who likes to tease you with his paintbrush.

He lays you down on the table in his studio and props your legs up so they’re bent at the knee, all spread out for him. Jean leaves and returns with his softest paint brush and a bottle of lube. Soon enough, he’s running the tip of the brush around your pebbled nipples, your tits bounce when you recoil from the cold sensation. At the same slow torturous pace, Jean drags the bristles down your upperhalf, stopping to circle your navel. He takes pity on you when he sees your hips buck into the air, he stoops down to kiss you. Jean sucks on your tongue and relishes the way you moan into his mouth when the paint brush finally glides onto your clit.

◘ Artist!Jean who comes home from art auctions mentally drained, with plenty of frustration to take out on you. He’ll fuck you hard against his desk, the slight curve of his dick hitting all the right spots inside you. He thrusts into you and the world seems to come apart while pens and pencils rattle in their cups. As a stack of books fall to the floor, you come so hard stars burst behind your eyes. Jean keeps thrusting, he pulls your ponytail until your back is flush against his chest, “I’m not done yet, angel.”

◘ Artist!Jean who has you pose nude so he can paint you. Jean sits you down on a stool and tells you not to move a muscle. In his dimly lit studio he gets to work, you peer at him from the other side of the canvas. He watches you carefully, with a sweltering gaze that makes something in your core jump. Ten minutes in you hear Jean set his paintbrush down before stalking over to where you sit. “I gotta fix your pose y/n. Here.” Jean swivels you slightly on the stool, pulling you out a bit so you’re closer to the edge. He takes both of your hands and gently places them on your breasts, cupped with your nipples slotted between your middle and pointer fingers. Slowly, he kneels in front of you, two warm hands come to prod your knees apart. You hear him hum, “It would be a shame if I didn’t paint this pretty pussy. Wouldn’t it, baby?” Before you can answer, Jean slides his thumb up your clit. Your breath hitches when he leans in and places a sweet kiss against you, followed by a sensual lick. Jean makes out with your cunt, it's wet and sloppy and it's fleeting. One second he’s sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth, teasing it simultaneously with the tip of his tongue. The next second he’s rising on his feet and returning to his art. Jean plays this game with you for the better part of an hour, until finally he feels like he’s painted enough. At last he lets you come on his lips, then his fingers, then his cock.

◘ Artist!Jean who tells you he wants to paint with you. It's not the kind of painting you thought you’d be doing. He covers your hands and ass in blue acrylic paint, and his hands in red. Jean proceeds to fuck you on top of a large canvas . The painting ends up a strange mix of the colors, smudged all over in places that make little sense. Jean hangs it on the wall in his apartment and when guests ask him about it, he shrugs, “It's abstract.”

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[primofate]

Headcanon

Scenario: Modern Day Boyfriend

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao

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Diluc

Son of a wealthy businessman. You guessed it: They own vineyards and wineries.

Goes to work in a suit vest. Never has trouble with the tie but always asks you to help him with the tie anyway. Always thanks you with a kiss on the forehead, before setting off.

Will diligently text you that he has safely arrived at work and will expect the same from you.

Will call you when he knows it’s your lunch break to check in on you.

Is the type to randomly surprise you with romantic dinners. Purely because he wants to spoil you.

Text messages he might send: 

“I’ll be a little busy today but I’ll call you when I can,”

“I’m on my way home, do you need anything?”

"I’m clearing my schedule today, coming to see you now,”

“Hard day today, can’t wait to see you,”

Kaeya

A popstar. The kind that people would wait for at the airport.

Has an incredibly busy schedule and that really makes you insecure for a lot of reasons. 

Despite that, will always put you first. Need him home? He’ll catch the first flight. Weird tabloid rumors? Will reassure you it’s nonsense.

Will randomly surprise you at your door when you think that he has a schedule to attend.

Constantly talks about you on magazines, interviews and talk shows but at the same time has kept your identity (mainly your face) very private. He has the fear of getting you caught up with some crazy fans and paparazzi.

His favourite hang out activity with you is just staying in bed, getting some down time and cuddling.

Text messages he might send:

“I might be a thousand miles away but don’t forget me okay?”

“Wish you were here right now...”

“Video call please?”

“Screw it, I’m coming to see you tomorrow.”

Albedo

An artist. Does paintings and realistic sketches. 

One of his most famous paintings is of the place where the two of you had your first date. Stargazing. 

Spends a lot of time in his workshop and is always very focused on his current project.

Will look for you when he’s out of ideas and just exhausted, usually will find you in the kitchen fixing him something to eat. Will wrap his arms around your waist. “...Leave it, come lay down with me for a bit,”

Will walk around in his own art exhibition and ask you what you think of everything.

“...I don’t really care about what others say... I paint because of you, and if you don’t like it... then there’s no point,”

Text messages he might send:

Don’t wait up for me, I need to finish this before tomorrow

Where are you? Could you come down for a minute? Just need your opinion on something. (But when you get down to his workshop all he does is steal a kiss from you)

I promise I’ll work hard to give you everything you deserve.

I need a break, come see me?

Childe

A young and promising detective.

Is a sharpshooter, and has insane hand to hand combat skills.

Because of his line of work, might get antsy when you don’t reply or answer any of his calls.

Sometimes works weird hours. Will double check if he’s locked the door to the house and has turned on the security alarm whenever he has night jobs or shifts.

There are days where he gets some downtime and he will definitely take you out somewhere fun to make the most of it.

Will pace the room back and forth when he finds that you aren’t home yet when you should be, and he can’t connect to your phone. (You just went on a grocery run and your phone ran out of battery)

Scolds you to keep your battery charged.

Text messages he might send:

Will use a heap load of stickers and gifs.

Can you call me? Just need to hear your voice.

Just finished a case, I’ll be free for the week! Date me?

I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. 

Hey Y/N, make sure you text me when you’re home safe, alright?

Zhongli

A doctor.

Because of that, is very mindful about your health.

Is incredibly able to balance his work schedule and time with you.

Looks amazing in his doctor scrubs. Stethoscope around his neck.

“...Your face is red? Are you sick?” (It’s just you not being able to get over how good he looks)

Will gently reprimand you when he sees that you might have overworked yourself.

Will sometimes call you up to see if you’re done with work and if your schedule matches, he’d drive you home.

Text messages he might send:

How’s work? Are you taking care of yourself?

Make sure to take it easy if you’re feeling tired.

I’ll be home soon <3

I know it’s irresponsible but sometimes I just want to drop everything and come see you.

Xiao

Your typical, popular college student. He’s in a sports team, and is most likely the most valuable player.

Hoodies and jeans.

College girls have huge crushes on him but he doesn’t spare them a glance.

Mostly because he has you already, and doesn’t really care about other girls.

Likewise if any other guy tries to come up to you he’d probably tell them to piss off.

Will act tough but will always give in to your requests.

Text messages he might send:

Huh? You wanna go to the cafe after school...? Fine...

Is that guy from your lectures still bothering you? Cause if he is then I’m sitting in at your lectures (Does not have the same classes as you but will definitely appear next to you if needed)

Are you coming to my next game? I’ll save you front row seats.

Listen, I know we’re still young and all... but I’m serious about you.

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[sir-sunny]

thh hcs cuz why not

makoto:

-he likes to paint his nails but everytime he does, he makes a goddamn mess all over his hands and the table

-he has dimples

-he's a really affectionate person; he gives hugs as a greeting, he'll grasp someones hands to show that he's listening intently, and he leans against people's shoulders

sayaka:

-she loves stuffed animals 

-when she gets really excited about something, she talks really loud and waves her hands around, its v cute

-she likes to bake. she'll make cute little cupcakes for just about any occasion. passed a test? cupcakes? won a competition? cupcakes. got a divorce? c. cup..cakes,,

leon:

-he has a pet bearded dragon

-he's a huge nerd abt superhero movies and comics

-he likes the idea of growing his hair out but he just cant stand the awkward phase in between long and short hair so he always ends up grabbing a pair of scissors and chopping all off

chihiro:

-they like to take walks while its raining

-they like to host movie nights with their friends (they always pirate the newest movies ;))

-i love love love the hc that they work out with sakura. and sakura is just so happy to help and the two of them are such good friends

mondo:

-his favorite snack is toffee peanuts

-he attends lots and lots of protests; protests for women's rights, gay rights, civil rights, you name it. he really passionate and yells very loudly

-he failed his driving test like three times

taka:

-he can play the violin

-he holds so much tension in his shoulders for the love of god someone get this guy a professional masseuse

-his class notes are upsettingly perfect. from his handwriting to the organization and color coding, its just unreal

hifumi:

-he loves to cosplay

-his depiction of characters are very diverse in his illustrations; he draws disabled people, plus sized people, poc, and so on

-him and chiro like to play pc games together

celeste:

-she'll vent to grand bois cheri (her cat) for hours on end, its very cathartic

-she gets freckles when she goes outside :) she hates it. she always carries a parasol with her when its sunny

-she won't tell anyone but she fucking LOVES rock and roll

sakura:

-she's quite the artist; she loves painting

-she's actually not the biggest fan of donuts, but she loves going on donut dates w hina so its ok

-she owns so many house plants and she takes good care of them too; she likes learing about plants so she knows a lot abt them

mukuro:

-she's actually really good at doing makeup; she doesnt do her own often, but she likes doing her friend's makeup

-she can do parkour 👀

-her favorite season is winter. she honestly loves playing the snow like a child (shes uuhh really intense in snowball fights)

junko (non-depair):

-she has quite the sweet tooth and she's always chewing gum

-she honestly hates wearing boots; theyre a pain to put on and theyre just too heavy

-she wants to be a voice actress; she has a VERY wide rage of voices

kyoko:

-she takes really good care of her hair; she cuts it and styles it herself. its very soft and silky and pretty

-makoto swears that she has a loud, guttural laugh (he loves it) but good luck ever trying to get her to laugh that hard

-she likes cloud watching. its very soothing to her

byakuya:

-he easily gets emotional when watching movies

-he cant see for shit without his glasses. if he loses track of them, he goes full velma mode

-he's actually kinda ripped; he takes really good care of his body (he's the type who looks thinner with clothes on amirite)

hina:

-she's very clumsy. she's always got scratches and bruises on her legs

-she's taken many boxing classes and she knows a lot of boxing moves (shes so buff are u kidding me)

-she's a VERY restless person. shes always moving; rocking back and forth on her heels or swaying her body from side to side

toko:

-despite making fun of hifumi, she likes reading and writing fan fiction

-she's afraid of the dark

-her and kyoko are really good friends and she will occasionally cloud watch with her. she genuinely enjoys their time together

hiro:

-he loves watching shitty movies and making fun of them

-he's a really sympathetic person and he's really good at giving his friends advice. or if they just wanna vent, he'll listen for hours

-his living space always radiates calm energy. the moment you walk in he offers a cup of tea and lights an incense

#danganronpa #headcanons #makoto naegi #sayaka maizono #leon kuwata #chihiro fujisaki #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #hifumi yamada #celestia ludenberg #sakura ogami #mukuro ikusaba #junko enoshima #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #aoi asahina #toko fukawa #hiro hagakure #sunny speaks

[babymilkawa]

I couldn’t see if the requests were open or not so feel free to ignore this if they are closed! I LOVED your ballet piece and I don’t even do ballet lmao,, can you do the same thing with maybe a painter s/o? Like maybe they are working on a canvas or something? Or a different scenario where they just see their s/o concentrated on a canvas if you want to change things up! Again with todoroki and maybe with tamaki or any other charavters you feel like! Thank you so much if you write this and if now I really like your stuff even thought I just found you

aww I’m sry I’ll add my status on my bio cos my pinned post is getting kind of crowded but anon omg u read my mind! I was just thinking of doing an artist s/o <3

artist s/o headcanons with:

todoroki shoto, tamaki amajiki, bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

todoroki shoto

whenever the two of you are chilling in your dorm, you just pull a canvas up and start painting

he’s like where’d you even pull that out from?

but the atmosphere is quiet and peaceful

if you don’t want him to look at the wip only the final result (like me), he’ll respect that and sit in front of you

but if you’re ok with him watching you paint, he’ll just pull up a chair next to you and just s t a r e

won’t say anything cos he doesn’t wanna break your bubble

but is fascinated

how do you do it? how do you look so beautiful and wow how do your hands just make works of art like that?

even if ur not proud of some of ur pieces, he thinks they’re all great

because he knows how much effort you put in them

to him, ALL of them are masterpieces B)

and omigod if you draw him?? he’ll melt into your hands

will treasure it SO much

maybe even have little drawing games like drawing each other’s face

his paper will have hearts all over it and even if it looks bad, u appreciate the effort <3

if you guys are lying around, he’ll just take your hands and stare at them

kissing in between them, on your palm, or your wrist

he’s thinking like these...these are the hands that create art

tamaki amajiki

the first time you do it, he’ll just sit there

speechless

and if you turn and catch him staring, he’ll turn away and go “oh wow that’s a cool eraser”

“could you pass that to me babe?” You ask

“s-sure yea”

he is often in a huge dilemma at times like this

like does he stare at ur beautiful face?? or does he look at the art ur making with those beautiful hands??

very confused

after you’re done you ask him what he thinks and he’s :O

will 192938299% encourage you if you put it up for show or on the internet

takoyakiboy72: i have never seen anything this beautiful...except maybe the artist

if you randomly send him sketches of him or his favorite food, he’ll rly put them in a special place in his heart

he has a whole chamber for you in his mind and every single file cabinet is a memory

ur art is in one of them ;)

let’s say you mess up

he’s by your side immediately before you freak out and either gets a paper towel to clean it up or gives you suggestions on how to fix it if it’s too late to turn back

if u go for hours at a time without taking a break, he’ll bring in water and snacks and will feed you cos u have paint stains on ur fingers

ur #1 fan yessir 😌

bakugou katsuki

boy is damn annoying

if u don’t want him to see the wip, he’ll tease you first

try to sneak around you or get a mirror or lay his head on ur lap to take a littttleee peeeaak

earning a flick to his forehead of course

but he knows that u knows he’s joking

if u start to get annoyed and say that he’s distracting you, you will not hear from him until you finish

UNleSsss you want him there

no hesitation, head on ur lap, admiring your face

yk sometimes he’ll just walk in ur dorm if ur not in there and just sit on ur bed

and stare at the works of art on ur wall

like it’s some kind of museum

If u get a little insecure or don’t wanna hang it on the wall he’ll hype you up or offer to put it at his dorm

u need to feel confident cos ur his s/o ok 😠

if u post it online, lordexplosionmurder420 will spam and hype up everything

he is ur supplier for art supplies

yes he sponsors u 😌✨

if he even hears you try to squeeze a bottle of paint with some effort, he’s running to the store to get you a whole pack

washes your palette and brushes clean because “you worked hard shitty woman”

if u draw him, immediately goes why me??

cos u were practically carved by a god SIR

a/n: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while so thx for the ask!!

bnha masterlist

#bnha fluff #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha katsuki #mha fluff #bakugou fluff #mha x reader #tamaki x y/n #mha tamaki #tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki #tamaki x you #todoroki imagine #bnha todoroki #todoroki hcs #todoroki fluff #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x reader #todoroki headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou scenarios #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x gn!reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou hcs

[dirtycccat]

the demon bros+ undateables showing their love

thought about this for 5 min then had to write it out so enjoy

lucifer

first off you notice he treats you differently

and by differently i mean like you’re his favorite child  sibling

you get away with anything??? and he’s softer with you than with the others (which is canon)

then you see that?? he keeps buying you stuff you said you wanted when he was present

and you’re ofc impressed

but you’re more impressed by how open he’s around you

he’ll leave most of his walls down around  you

which means you’ll get to experience unfiltered lucifer

he’ll laugh around you more, make dumb dad jokes, nap with his head in your lap, complain drunkenly about his work and bros, give you sloppy cheeks and forehead kisses

you find it rly cute though

if you’re in the human world he’ll 100% take this chance to send you beautifully written letters asking you how you are and leaving some verses that reminded him of you on the back like a 19th century vampire

“dear mc, how is your life? mine is filled with woe and unease since i do not  have the light of my life around anymore...anyway here’s a poem about being horny and alone by a 18th century romantic author hope to see you soon, xoxo lucifer”

you try to respond in the same way and send him memes on the back instead of  poetry (or real poetry depends on your mood)

mammon

protective of you 100% will throw hands with anyone that even glances weirdly your way

but also wants to show you off? like look at this human!!! this is MY human!!!

gives you random thoughtful gifts that reminded him of you

wants to be around you 24/7 so he invites you to all the events that he thinks you’ll like

you wanna party? perfect. you wanna go on a weird ghost stories tour around the city? cool. you wanna waltz in one of those old people parties? he’s already reserved two tickets. you just wanna lay around and nap? he’s already on your lap.

it doesn’t matter if you’re in a romantic relationship or not this man WILL serenade you outside your window

rapunzel style with an acoustic guitar or with a boombox like a rebel 80s kid

anyway here’s toxic by britney spears babe this is for YOU

levi

considers you his bff ofc

but also at first he’s still really awkward around you and doesn’t really know what to do for you and feels bad thinking only you do things for him

until you reassure him you enjoy just being around him so it’s fine

he blushes and starts inviting you more to his room to game/ watch stuff

at some point he starts buying two tickets to all concerts he goes to and invites you along

but also? he asks you what you’re into and starts marathoning your favorite animes/ movies/ series so he can talk with you abt them

you feel really moved that he’d do that for you???  like??? bruh...

your relationship is basically friends respecting each other and wanting to know each other the best through their passions even if it means getting into some weird shit

it’s rly wholesome tho

if you’re romantically involved he’ll totally do roleplay as your favourite character and you do the same for him and it’s really cute

also imagine: artistic collabs. you make fanart together??? you can program games together???? you do cosplay together??? the possibilities...

satan

he’ll hate to be compared to his dad brother but he does show how much he trusts you by showing his unguarded side too

when he first talked about lucifer without the filter of his nice guy persona you were pretty shocked

like he was really going at it

but then you realize? he’s just like that when he’s comfortable

and it’s not all mean spirited, he just has,,, a strong personality and a lot of opinions about stuff (which you sometimes share with him)

but you also found out it’s really fun to gossip with satan

since he knows all the juicy gossip from his multitude of ties (he’s sharing the title of gossip queen with asmo that’s why they get along so well tbh)

also if you even find a teacher you hate he’ll tell you all their embarrassing moments to make you feel better

he also recommends you books and poems and sends you quotes that made him think about you

so you sure as heck don’t need to buy books while you’re in the devildom bc he’ll buy you an entire library 

asmo

compliments you without comparing you to himself which is the highest compliment he can give

like mammon he’s more into the showing everyone his favorite human around while also protecting them

he’ll take you to his parties and gatherings as a guest of honor, he’ll make you meet all kinds of people and open up opportunities for you

he’ll be the one that pampers you

you’d think lucifer is the sugar daddy of the family but nope it’s asmo

he’ll buy you cute clothes, shoes, beauty products everything that he saw and imagined would look bomb on you

if you’re not into clothes he’ll buy you art supplies, books, anything you want but he’ll still probably  buy you at least some clothes he thinks are cute

if you’re romantically involved,,,, he’ll buy other toys for you as well which you can try together wink wink

beel

cooks for you

no questions asked when it’s his turn to cook he’ll think about what YOU would like to eat first before making something

which is??? really touching coming from beel

and also means sometimes he’ll make the same dish three weeks in a row and annoy the others while you just get excited bc ??? you get to eat your favourite dish??? again and again???? 

thank you beel you truly know how to touch someone’s insides

also opens up to you and talks to you about his fears and thoughts

expect to get 4 am msgs from beel if he had a nightmare

which would end up in you coming to cuddle him (and belphie also joins sometimes)

which tbh is that even a thing you can complain about?

belphie

is more baby less murder when you’re around

naps on your lap, naps on your shoulder, naps with you anywhere

but also let’s you nap on HIM

besides being soft around you he actually opens up to you too

and talks to you about his traumas and issues

which he has in common with his twin what can you do

so you have weekly cuddle parties with him and beel where you talk about shit and actually make them resolve their issues instead of just,,, ignoring them

also if you’re into each other you probably tease each other and flirt really shamelessly in public while the others cringe and or blush at your language

are you a cowboy? because i want you to ride me all night 

simeon

writes you fancy letters with poetry like lucifer, but his ink is scented and  his envelopes contain pressed flowers more often than not

if you’re together you even do letter sexting if you’re into it

creates characters based on you in his stories (which you don’t believe even if levi points out you that the two of you are kinda similar)

asks you to spend more and more time with him and luke

invites you to picnics, reads to you while your head is in his lap, cooks you snacks

if you’re a theatre kid too,,, you do musical love confessions too,,, sometimes by just reciting the lyrics of really popular musical theatre songs in a death panned voice

cough a heart full of love from les mis but read like poetry through the fence of the house of lamentation cough

asks you cryptic shit hannibal style like “tell me mc what does it mean to want to be consumed whole by another? is it a desire to become something bigger than yourself or is it related to our need to become one with our loved one like some cultures pointed out before?”

you’re either really into his cryptid talk or just roll your eyes and smooch him

diavolo

invites you around to his castle all the time

sometimes he even pulls some weird shenanigans just to make you spend more time with him

expect tea parties with him luci and barbatos in no particular combination

gives you compliments 24/7  even in public

remember how he treats lucifer? he’s that for you too but he’s learned from the lucifer experience to focus on complimenting you as a person more than how you look

if you’re into pda he’ll touch you all the time

if you ever wanted a gomez - morticia romance, here’s your goth big titty himbo that’s way too full of love

if you’re lovers expect to be pampered, i feel like? he doesn’t buy a lot of gifts and such because he’s probably tired of material things but he will make time in his busy schedule for you and spend a lot of time with you

which means more to him than gifts

(we will buy you anything you ask though)

barbatos

actually talks with you about stuff outside rad, the demon bros and diavolo

also invites you to alone time tea or wine time

where you drink and gossip

if satan and asmo are the crowned queens of gossip barbatos is the king of gossip but he doesn’t share his knowledge to most people so nobody knows what he knows

but he knows,,,, a lot

and not only that he knows a lot about people nowadays,,, but imagine the things he knows about like historical figures and such,,, 

so prepare for story time with barbatos where he  talks about how oscar wilde was almost summoned by drunk inccubi during a party once, or how  diavolo cried when he was a kid because he sent a letter to caravaggio asking him to paint his portrait and he said no

also if you get drunk together expect really energetic talkative barbatos destroying DESTROYING everyone (except diavolo ofc)

“lucifer please i once saw you crying because you thought diavolo was ignoring you when you actually forgot to press the send button to your messages ”

if you’re romantically involved diavolo will always be first in his hear but that just means you’ll have to invite diavolo along on your dates which  just means you’ve got a new lover and a new bff

solomon 

he invites you on all kinds of wacky adventures

you  visit witches, go to weird magical forest parties or orgies if you want, you go travelling the mountains for rare herbs

it’s like you’re faust and he’s mephisto  haha the irony and he’s showing you another side of the world you never knew 

ofc the others know about all this but??? they thought it’s normal and didn’t even consider you know nothing about it

but solomon knows what it was like to be just a human

and since he likes you he empathizes with your situation

he also make you meet all kinds of people

since he has 72 contracts and hundreds of years of doing wack stuff he must know some interesting people

and now his friends are your friends 

i feel like romantic solomon would be just him?? but less shady with you especially since now you understand him better 

but also he’ll probably bring you weird shit from his alone expeditions

did you ever want the tears of a mermaid? a carnivorous plant that feeds on emotions? a crying portrait? no? well too bad because now you have a room full of weird items

...that you love and treasure thank you very much

#best boys deserve the best softest headcanons #mine #my post #i mean am i wrong #i mostly made this bc i kept thinking abt mammon serenading mc and simeon doing musical theatre confessions #and it escaladed #oh well #obey me #obye me shall we date #obye me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obye me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me undateables

[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part VI

[ previous ]

Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader, Zeke Yeager x fem!reader wc: ~ 11.2k

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, ass play, jealousy, possessive behavior, humiliation, manipulation, OC introduced (read A/N), non-con coming inside, fighting, miscommunication A/N: As I was writing this, I decided to bring original female characters in to play the “bad guys” because I didn’t wanna demonize the canon AoT girls. Just didn’t feel right. So, everyone, meet Rhi. Enjoy~

Mike is extremely fucking aware of you sitting a foot away from him on his couch. You're hunched over and whining about him beating you in Mario Kart again, and honestly, he doesn't know how he's doing it because he is so not focused on the game. 

 You came to the party in tight jeans and a sparkling top, and all Mike can think about is getting you out of them, spreading you out underneath him just like he used to. 

 But, he's not gonna say anything about it, not even gonna allude to it because he feels awful about pushing so hard at the Pike house. He never thought he'd be that type of guy, but he's been known to go a little off the rails when it comes to you. 

 "Have you ever played this with all banana peels?" Mike asks, trying to get his mind off of the heat he thinks he's radiating. 

 "What?" 

 "Like, you set it so all the items are bananas."

 Your eyebrows raise. "That sounds nightmarish."

 "Oh, it is," he agrees. "But you should experience the chaos at least once."

 "Alright, fine. Nanner me up, then." Mike snorts as you sit back against the cushions, examining the Switch controller in your hand and mumbling, "Could they have made these any smaller? My hands are too big. How are you even playing?" 

 "Practice. We played a lot of Don't Drink and Drive my sophomore year."

 He toggles to change the settings, and you both pick characters again. Mike selects Baby Park and grins too widely when you squeak. 

 "This is the worst possible—"

 "It's the best possible track," he corrects you. 

 The next minute or so is spent with Mike swearing and you screeching, but a melody of giggles can be heard in between. 

 He stands up like it'll help him focus, and you follow suit, bouncing and leaning forward until Mike thinks you might lose your balance. It's the only match you actually beat him at, and you raise your arms in victory, acting like the terrible winner you are. You dance and poke him in the chest so that Mike rolls his eyes and shoves you with just enough force (so, not a lot) to make you fall back onto the couch. 

 "Wow, rude!" You exclaim with a little pout.

 Mike stands next to you, a little too close as a retort forms on the tip of his tongue, but the angle is awkward, and he watches your eyes flit from his face to his waist (or what's a little below it) for just a split second, just long enough for him to notice, and he has to fight a smirk as you meet his eyes again. 

 He can imagine your cheeks are feeling pretty warm right now, but Mike doesn't say anything about it, just takes his place beside you. If he's sitting a little closer than before, neither of you mention it. 

 It's nearing one in the morning, and both of you are starting to feel it, eyes and hands too slow to keep playing the video game, so you switch to a movie. Mike doesn't think much of it when he lays down, legs hanging over the armrest, head in your lap. You tense for about two seconds before relaxing into the position you both know so well. 

 The first Jurassic Park plays from the TV, but Mike isn't paying any attention, too busy watching the way you're nibbling on your bottom lip. It's your thinking face, means you're lost in your own brain, just as far away from the film as he is. 

 It's stupid that you're both fighting this. Mike doesn't understand. If he wants it, and you want it, what the fuck is standing in the way? Zeke? That pretentious, clay-stained fuck? You don't even fit well together. In any way. He's too arrogant and philosophical (or so Erwin says). He probably doesn't appreciate your sense of humor (or so Mike says). And, he won't fuck you (so you say). How are you happy with him? 

 "Miche," your voice is quiet, but still loud enough to send a shiver down Mike's spine. 

 "Hm?"

 "Stop staring at my mouth."

 "You looked at my dick earlier."

 "Shut up, no I didn't."

 Mike laughs, turns his head to bury it in your stomach, and you start carding fingers through his hair. It's natural with the two of you. Nothing is forced. It took a while to get back into the groove of your friendship, but now you're here, and Mike is breathing in the smell of your perfume and fabric softener and you, and he wants so badly to just raise your shirt and plant kisses all over your soft skin. 

 Your body rises and falls with a deep breath. Your hand stops at the crown of his head. Then, you whisper the words he wants to hear most: "Just one more night?" 

 Mike sits up so fast, he nearly smacks into your chin with his forehead. He turns to face you again, eyes too round, voice too hopeful as he assures, "Just one more night."

 He knows the only reason you're considering this is because Zeke has you all wound up, but that's okay. Mike will take care of you. He'll scratch that itch and then some—remind you of what you're missing. 

 "Alright, yeah, I—"

 Mike is suddenly standing and taking your hand, leading you to his bedroom as the Jurassic Park theme plays you both out. 

 He knows you'll want to snoop—it's sort of your thing—but he doesn't give you time as he bends and catches you in a kiss, hands holding your face, tilting your head. He feels you curl your fingers into his shirt, using him for leverage as you balance on your tiptoes, and he lets you dance like that for a little while, desperate little ballerina as you open your mouth for him, but as soon as he feels your tongue against his, Mike lifts you clean off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, no need for straining muscles now as you both lick and suck and hold on to each other too tightly. 

 Mike paces over to the bed, nearly tripping over the shoes he left in the middle of his room earlier that day, but he’s able to drop you onto the mattress and catch himself above you before any real damage can be done. 

 You laugh out a, “Real smooth, Zacharias,” that he ignores in favor of taking his shirt off. 

 He can’t see well in the darkness which just will not do as you begin stripping, but then he remembers, “Oh,” and leans over you to plug in the string of lights he somehow managed to hang around the flag pinned above his headboard. “Ambience.”

 You crane to look at them, suck your teeth, and say, “Let me guess. Erwin told you to do it.”

 “How’d you know?”

 Another little giggle as you tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear—“Because Erwin is the fairy lights type of motherfucker, but you…” You don’t finish that thought, just shake your head and tell him, “They’re cute. I like ‘em.”

 Mike hums, “Good,” then leans down for another kiss. Several more, actually. 

 He’s missed this so fucking much, the way you taste on his tongue, the way you sigh into him, the way your body moves beneath his. It hurts to think this will be the last time he gets to experience it with you, but he plans to savor every second, never let himself forget and, hopefully, make sure you never forget either. 

 Cheesy or not, the lights cast incredible shadows on your body once it's bared to him. Your silhouette is something he could stare at for hours, days, a lifetime. If he were even slightly artistically inclined, he’d probably try to paint it, but as that’s not the case…

 Starting at your jawline, Mike leaves a trail of little bites, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. When he reaches your neck, though, he begins sucking, dragging his teeth over new-forming bruises so that you whimper and arch to press your chest to his. He moves slowly, barely even registering your breathy pleas as he holds a patch of skin captive between his incisors and laves over it. 

 A mark on your neck. One on the swell of your breast then on the side of the other. The space between two ribs. Just above your naval. The hollow of your hip bone. And, finally, the insides of both thighs. 

 Last time he did this, on the bed in your old room doused in moonlight, he wasn't trying to be possessive. 

 Tonight he is. 

 “M-Miche, please.” Your voice is catching as if you’re crying—as if Mike is torturing you. He supposes he is. You’re ready for relief, and all he’s doing is winding you tighter and tighter. It’s okay, baby, he thinks to himself, I’ll make it worth it. 

 Swiping his tongue between your folds, Mike groans at how wet you are. He almost feels sorry for you. Now, he’s gonna have to spend even more time drinking you in. 

 You throw your legs over his shoulders with no prompting, letting him sink further into you. Mike licks in long, deep strokes that make your thighs tremble and jump around his head. He sucks your clit into his mouth, slick and swollen against his tongue, and makes sure to move his face just enough to make a mess of the hair on his chin. 

 You’re begging again. For something. For nothing. He isn’t quite sure. But, when Mike moves to lick around your dripping hole and uses a finger to flick over your sensitive little bud, you sing for him, and he realizes just how pent up you are. 

 Oh, he can have fun with this. 

 Pausing to suck more bruises onto your thighs, Mike tries to calm himself down, find a way to ignore the throb between his legs, but that doesn’t seem likely judging by the way you just keep trying to spread yourself further and further, like it’ll get him to move faster. 

 He crawls back up your body, face level with yours as he teases your entrance with a finger. You let out the cutest sounds, brow furrowing like you’re focused as you shift your hips in a silent demand that Mike does not follow. 

 His face is slick with you, and he knows you can taste yourself as he forces you into another long kiss. You let out an honest-to-god sob when he pushes his finger inside of you, throwing your head back and clenching around him while praising, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, tha—thank you.”

 Mike pumps in and out a few times, finds your spot with ease and massages over it until he sees true tears leaking from your eyes. 

 Then, he pulls out, slaps a hand over your cunt, and warns, “Don’t thank me just yet.”

 Your chest heaves as you stare at the ceiling seemingly in shock. Mike raises to his knees and wipes his chin on his shoulder, glances back just in time to see you sit up and attempt to tackle him back on the bed. 

 Mike snorts, catching you by the wrists and leaning in close. “What do you think you’re gonna do?”

 Your eyes are a little wild, lips kiss-swollen, body marked to hell and back from Mike’s mouth. You just can’t get enough, shamelessly cock hungry, and god, he is so glad he's here to witness it. To be a part of it. Maybe he should send Zeke a gift basket, an edible arrangement or something. Thanks for letting me satisfy your girl since you can’t. 

 It takes no effort to lay you back down, just like it takes no effort to flip you over. Mike raises your hips, enjoys the view of you whining into his pillow for a second, then turns his sights to your ass. He gives it a couple spanks, biting his lip at the way it makes you clench your muscles, then spreads your cheeks and spits. 

 “M-Mi—”

 “‘S’okay,” he tells you before letting more of his saliva drip from his mouth and land on your asshole. “Gonna feel good, I promise.”

 He’s never done this with you before, not that he hasn’t wanted to, but he figures if there’s any night to go all out, it’s this one. 

 The first press of his tongue against your hole has you inhaling sharply, and the first press of his fingers into your pussy has you moaning low in your throat. Just like that, you relax for him. Mike works himself inside of you, opening you up until you’re nothing more than a drooling mess on his bed. You allow him to lick inside of you, to take in every exposed part of you as he rubs your g-spot over and over. 

 “Mm, gonna… gonna…” Your words are thick and wet. Mike isn’t even sure you realize that you’re speaking. He knows what you’re trying to say, though, so with a mischievous smile, he removes his face and hand, admiring his handiwork as you drop back to the bed and whine for him. 

 There’s a bottle of listerine in his nightstand, one he only planned on using when he would wake up in the early morning hours with that dead animal taste in his mouth. Turns out, it has more than one use. Mike takes a swig so that you won’t freak out if he tries to kiss you after eating your ass, swishes it around, then swallows. 

 “Not supposed to drink that,” you slur, already looking much too fucked-out for someone who hasn’t even taken his dick yet. 

 “Harmless in small doses, babe,” he tells you, recapping the bottle and tossing it back into the open drawer. “If I just chugged all of it, it’d be a different story.”

 You let out a little scoff, mumble something he can’t hear, then ask a little louder, “You ready to fuck me yet?”

 Mike smirks, pushes you to roll over again, then strokes a thumb over your face. “I am literally always ready to fuck you. Just trying to draw it out tonight.” 

 It makes you pout, but he thinks your eyes clear a little. Like you understand what he’s feeling. When you pull him down for another kiss, much softer than all of the previous, Mike smiles—another little snapshot he’d like to tuck away. 

 Without any warning, he pulls the pillows your head is resting on out from under you, snickering at the grunt that leaves you. He taps a hip, “Lift,” and shoves them underneath when you do. He should probably ask if you want him to wear a condom, but that’s nothing more than an afterthought as Mike begins to push into you. 

 “Ohh, thank god, thank god, thank god,” you pant, and Mike chuckles, dipping a hand down to gently stroke over the tissue stretching around his cock. 

 Every shallows thrust pushes more slick from you, and he can’t help but gather some on his finger and hold it to your mouth. You’re quick to lick it off, but instead of dropping his hand, Mike moves to press a thumb to your chin and hold your mouth open. You stick your tongue out, and he mumbles a low, “Such a slut,” before spitting on it. 

 As soon as you swallow Mike snaps his hips forward and starts a hard, fast rhythm. The way your face splits into a crooked grin almost has him coming on the spot, so fucking pleased with yourself, but he wants to make sure you’re seeing stars by the time he’s finished with you—wants to make sure you can’t even get out of his bed. 

 You're sucking in air through your teeth, little hisses that could be from either pain or pleasure, but the way you keep raising yourself off the pillows to meet Mike halfway is a pretty good indicator of which one it is. 

 While your voice seems muted at the time being, your sloppy little cunt is not—lewd, wet noises echoing through Mike's room as well as his head. That fucking squelch he hears every time he pushes in, the mirroring suck whenever he pulls out… You always get messy with him, or maybe he always makes a mess out of you—either way, it's one of the many things Mike adores about you. You were shy about it maybe the first two fucks but not anymore. Now, you wrap your legs around Mike and pull him closer, claw down his back and try your hardest to fuck yourself on his cock until he's laughing in your ear. 

 "Here, hold on."

 You whimper when he pulls out, but it's only to flop down in his back and let you climb on top. He expects some kind of break, a single second to breathe, but you just sink down on his length and let your head hang back. 

 "Mmygod," you moan, taking him in as far as you can then rocking back and forth. 

 Mike can feel your thighs break out in goosebumps, traces a finger over your arm to find the same effect and hums. Bracing yourself on his chest, you plant your feet on the mattress and bounce like your life depends on it, that drunken smile back in place as Mike coos, "That's it, baby, take what you need." 

 He reaches up to grope your tits, cupping both of them, brushing calloused palms over each nipple. It makes you arch your back and gasp, but the rhythm of your hips doesn't stop. Mike can feel the way your pussy is drooling on him, slick little rivers that add to that filthy, beautiful symphony. He wants to hear it every night on repeat. Most played song of—

 "Oh fuck, oh fuck," you whine, and Mike reaches between your spread legs to press a thumb against your clit, fingertips digging into the meat of your thigh as he rubs in tiny circles. 

 You sit and take it for several seconds before your eyes find his, widen, then roll as you start to come. 

 Mike takes over, lifting and lowering you on his cock as you twitch and cry for him. You're so pretty like this, hair out of place, damp with sweat and tears, thighs painted with your own orgasm. He doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want this to be the last time. 

 With your pussy still spasming around him, Mike switches positions again, lays you down like before and situates his head between your legs to idly lick everything that's dripped out of you. Your legs are shaking, kitten-like mewls meeting his ears. You jump whenever he runs his tongue over your clit, but you never move to stop him or swat him away. 

 Mike waits for you to go boneless before scooping you up and sitting on the edge of the bed. You're clumsy and slow as you straddle his lap, letting him slip inside you once more, but it's nowhere near as frantic as before. 

 He guides with gentle hands under your thighs, coaxes you to uncurl them from underneath you and wrap around his waist instead. Chest to chest, you rise and fall together. Mike breathes heavily into your neck as he hits that unforgiving wall inside of you. It makes you wince, but you don't shy away from him. 

 He's careful after that, makes sure everything he does is slow, tender, and when he sees fresh tears shining in your eyelashes, he knows it isn't from anything he's doing to you. 

 Mike is able to suck a few more bruises onto your neck and shoulders before he feels you nose at his cheek. Your kiss is dream-like, deep and relaxed but so full, and Mike knows he would be able to just do that all night if his orgasm wasn't about to run into him like a train. 

 He breaks away, looks to the ceiling only to have little fingers curl around his jaw and bring him back. You watch him with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip sucked between your teeth, and that expression—that need to see—it makes the cord in Mike's gut snap. He sees a vague twinkle in your gaze as his jaw drops then blackness as his eyes are suddenly facing the back of his god damn skull. 

 Every line of cum he shoots inside you has him groaning, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass as he fills you up. You purposely squeeze him, clenching on his cock to milk him of everything he has until Mike is shuddering and whispering, "Okay, okay, okay."

 "Okay?" You question then squeeze him again, giggling when he grunts and twitches. 

 Lying back on the bed, Mike lets you pull your legs out from under him, but you remain straddling his waist as you lean forward to lay on his chest. It’s quiet for a long time. A different Jurassic Park movie is playing now, the music too intense for the deep, even breaths you’re taking, for the way you’re lightly tapping Mike’s shoulder in time with his heartbeat. 

 His head is beginning to clear again, the lust and excitement ebbing away into those reflective thoughts that always seem to hit him after a mindblowing orgasm. It’s mostly questions: Why are you doing this? Why is he doing this? Why can’t you keep doing this? Why didn’t you pick him? Why don’t you want—

 “Okay, I gotta get up,” you grumble. “I can actually feel your cum dripping out of me.”

 Mike snorts, looking over his nose at you. “Never complained about it before.”

 You push yourself off of him, both of you hissing at the sensation, then Mike watches you stand and glance around, probably trying to figure out which door is for the closet and which is for the bathroom.

 “It’s the one on the left,” he grunts, staring at your ass a little too long and suppressing a groan when he catches sight of white fluid streaming down your thighs. “God dammit.”

 The toilet flushes, the shower starts, and Mike is left to wonder if you need the alone time or if he should treat this like any other time and join you. Are you in there trying to wash him off of you or—

 “You comin’?” You peak out from the door, wet hair dripping, tired smile in place. 

 “Just did,” he shoots back while sitting up. Like every other time. Just keep it casual. 

 The water is hot, but you’re even hotter as you lather your hair in shampoo and soap up your body. Since he’s back to pretending like this is nothing more than your old routine, Mike has no problem pressing himself against you from behind, running his hands up your sides, “helping” in the bathing process by squeezing your tits, feeling the suds get caught in the webs of his fingers. 

 “You’re playing with fire, Zacharias,” you tell him, and he can see your lips pulling into a smirk. “You need to stop unless you wanna go for round two.”

 He nips at your earlobe, uncaring of the soap that gets in his mouth. “Or three, or four.”

 You laugh and turn to face him, but your eyes are shut as you rinse your hair. It gives Mike time to admire all the marks he’s left on you—too many, probably—and he doubts you’ll be very happy with him once you notice, but fuck, you’re so pretty covered in him. 

 The shower ends. Mike expects you to ask for a ride back to the dorms (that he doesn’t understand why you’re still living in), but it turns out you’re not all talk. After sitting on the couch for only a few minutes, trying to make sense of the dinosaur movie you’ve walked in on halfway, you’re crawling into his lap again, teeth dragging over his neck this time as your hand trails down his torso to rub over his rapidly growing cock.

 “Oh, shit, I didn’t actually think you were serious,” he chuckles through a kiss.

 You grind down on him, bite his lower lip, then remind him, “I told you I was frustrated.”

 He smirks, gives your hair a little tug that makes you moan, then makes sure his words just ghost over your mouth when he teases, “Like a bitch in heat.”

 This time he takes you over the armrest of the couch, leaves you swollen and dripping his cum again. 

 Another shower, the steam on top of such vigorous activity has both of you deliriously tired, and Mike is honest when he tells you, “I really shouldn’t drive now. I’m about to pass out.”

 “You and me both.” 

 So, you slip into one of his shirts and crawl into bed with him, but neither of you get more than a couple hours of sleep before the morning sun is shining in through the window. Mike’s grumpy groan very quickly turns to one of interest when he feels you push your ass against his morning wood, and then you’re at it again. He’s never fucked this much in such a short amount of time, and he can’t imagine doing it every day or even every other day. In fact, he thinks he might be a little burnt out for a bit. Unless it’s with you, of course. He’ll always make an exception if it’s you moaning his name and hiking a leg over his hip and milking him dry. He guesses if this is the last time he gets to do this for the foreseeable future, he’s at least made it worth it.

 Back in your little party outfit, you step up into Mike’s Jeep and almost doze off in the short time it takes to get to student housing, but you’re roused when he pulls into the parking lot and steps on the breaks just a little too hard.

 Mike snickers when you jolt forward and grunt, cutting your eyes at him and muttering, “Fucker,” before undoing your seatbelt and leaning over to pull him into another kiss. He cradles the back of your head, holds you there for too long as he tries to make you feel everything he’s feeling through tangled tongues, little nips, and the string of spit that stretches between two bottom lips. 

 He thinks he’s been good at hiding it, but now as you’re about to slip out and away, those words are lodged in Mike’s throat again, and no amount of swallowing will get rid of them. He takes a deep breath and forces one of those horribly insincere smiles, and you can tell because the look you give him is thoughtful and sorry, and your voice comes out as a whisper when you say his name, “Miche.”

 “Hm?”

 “Uh… Thanks.”

 He lets out a humorless laugh and asks, “For last night? This morning?”

 “For everything. I mean, last night and this morning were incredible, like… Incredible. But, it’s more than that. For helping me with everything you have in the last year or so.”

 Mike’s heart drops into his stomach, and he sits back in his seat as his mind starts racing because this doesn’t sound like gratitude; this sounds like goodbye. 

 But, why? He’ll see you on campus in a day or so, at the PKA parties you end up going to. You probably won’t be able to attend a ton of his games, but that’s fine. He understands. Are you just being dramatic—sad that you won’t be able to fuck him anymore?

 He can’t ask any of this, settles with a half-hearted, “Yeah, no problem,” as he fights the confused frown that’s slowly taking over his face. 

 “I’ll see you around,” you tell him.

 Mike nods and watches as you slide out and start walking to the bland building. He doesn’t like how that just ended. It doesn’t sit right in his head or his gut. It could be that you’re already regretting it. It could be that you're fearful of the consequences. It could be that you think this might be the final straw in your friendship. You’d be wrong on that one, though. Mike is willing to let you get away with a lot—too much—before he runs. You can use him in whatever way you need, and he’ll keep coming back. He just can’t help it.  

 *

 That had been a bad idea. A really, really fucking bad idea. The ache in you has been completely satiated, and you loved being able to hang out (and fuck) Mike—wouldn’t really trade it—but as you walk up the stairs to Zeke’s apartment sore as all get out and see his face when he swings the door open, it really hits you—

 That had been a terrible idea. 

 “Why the fuck did Eren say he saw you leave the party with Zacharias?”

 “Alright, I’m just gonna turn around,” you say, pivoting back toward the staircase because you really don’t like the way Zeke’s tone is tying your stomach in knots and making your neck prickle. You haven’t ever been one to be scared of men, but in this moment, you would much prefer to not be anywhere near him. 

 “No, no, let’s talk about this,” he says with a suck of his teeth.

 His grip on your arm is just shy of painful, and you take note of the way he forcefully guides you into the apartment rather than tugs you. 

 You chew on the inside of your cheek, setting your purse down on the counter as you follow him over to the couch. Zeke sits down at the other end facing you, as always, blue eyes narrow behind his glasses. “So, is it true?”

 “Yeah,” you admit before diving headfirst into a lie, “It was just to play videogames, though. Neither of us were diggin’ the party, so—”

 “That so?”

 You nod. “We used to all the time.”

 “And, what else did the two of you used to do?” He mocks, and you keep your mouth shut, bottom jaw sliding as your lower lip starts to quiver. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

 “Thank whatever you want, Zeke. I was just hanging out with my best friend, okay?”

 “Your best friend?” He snaps. “Tell me, sweetheart, just why might you be covered up head to fucking toe, hm?”

 You cringe inwardly, taken back to the debate you’d had with yourself in front of the mirror. Your normal casual wear would show off some of the bruises Mike had littered you with—cold spoons can only do so much—but getting buttoned up would be suspicious. You had opted for the latter, hoping it would escape Zeke’s notice, but of course it didn’t. 

 Now, you’re sweating in your jeans and a fucking turtleneck you’ve never even worn before, and Jesus Christ, you just want to leave. Zeke is hot, but not hot enough to put up with this kind of bullshit.

 “Don’t have a comeback for that one, do ya’?”

 Mental note: kick Eren’s ass next time you see him. You knew that kid rubbed you the wrong way for a reason. 

 You don’t know who to be more upset with, the little brother or yourself. You could be irritated at Mike if you really wanted to—he hadn’t been subtle about wanting you last night, but then again, you hadn’t really expected him to, and you can’t find it in yourself to fault him for his feelings. There’s no way you could actually be mad at him.

 This is your fault. You need to deal with the consequences without bringing anyone else into it.

 “What d’you want me to say, Zeke? What’s the right answer here?” You ask exasperatedly. 

 “The fucking truth!”

 “We hooked up, alright? I fucked him! ‘Cause you don’t wanna fuck me, which would be fine if you’d just tell me why, but you won’t!” You’re starting to breathe a little heavy, voice rising as you continue, “I feel like you’re just waiting to see how long it’ll take for me to lose it, and apparently it was last night, and you know what?” You grin at him, nerves on fire the more you let every frustration fly from your mouth. “It was awesome. It was so fucking good, you don’t even understand.”

 Zeke’s eyebrows are high as he lets your little rant die off, obviously annoyed when he asks, “You finished?”

 “I think I am,” you laugh. 

 “Fantastic. Take your shirt off.”

 You choke on your tongue. “Excuse me?”

 “You heard me. Take. Your shirt. Off.”

 “No!"

 “You just said you wanted me to fuck you, so—”

 “Not right fucking now!” Even if you wanted him to, you wouldn’t be able to take him. You don’t think you’ve ever been so sore after having sex, but that could also have something to do with the multiple rounds of being impaled on Mike’s horse cock. God, you already miss it. 

 “Swear to god, if you don’t take it off right now—”

 “You’ll do what? What’ll you do, Zeke?”

 Your breath gets caught in your throat when he lunges at you, one foot planted on the ground as his other knee digs into the couch in a way that cages you in. His nails scratch against your skin as he pulls roughly at the material, and you hear the sound of threads splitting as you grunt and squirm and try to keep the terror rising in your chest at bay because this is not happening. This is not happening. 

 Zeke manages to rip the turtleneck off of you, and you shiver on the cushions as his eyes trace over every inch of you he can see, icy blue somehow becoming colder and colder. 

 “One,” he growls, shoving a finger into your neck. It smarts the way every bruise does, and you bat his hand away only for him to move it to the skin just beneath your collarbone. “Two.” He shoves your bra up to find hickeys three and four, making you wince as he digs a fingertip into both. “Five,” your ribs. “Six,” your stomach. “Seven,” your hip. 

 Your face is incredibly warm, tears stuck at your waterline as humiliation washes over you in waves. And naturally, it just gets worse. 

 “Are you gonna take your pants off, or will I have to?”

 You aren’t breathing deep enough anymore, and you can feel a burning in your lungs as a result. When you don’t answer quick enough, Zeke threatens, “I’ll rip them if I have to.”

 “They’re denim,” you snark, but that last piece of attitude is stomped out when he unbuttons and unzips your pants and tugs each corner, effectively tearing past the zipper. 

 You let out something frighteningly close to a whimper as he pulls them off, then sits between your legs and starts counting the marks dotted along your thighs. 

 “I’ve gotta hand it to him—Zacharias is a pretty thorough guy.” He pinches you a couple times, chuckling at the way you jump and hiss. “Did you like it when he was treating you like a fucking fire hydrant? Marking his territory like a dog?”

 “Shut up,” you grit, sitting up only to get shoved back down by a hand that curls around your throat. 

 You stare at Zeke with huge eyes, finally letting that fear bloom inside you—what is he about to do? What is he about to do?—and as he leans over you, tears start streaming down the sides of your face.

 He lets out a condescending little, "Oh," then lowers his face to run his lips over your temple and whispers, "Don't be scared. It's okay."

 A gentle kiss, and then he pushes himself up, stands, then disappears into his room. You stay on the couch, trying to catch the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Shivering as you sit up, you reach for your close only to find them ruined. 

 Zeke must have known that the moment he ripped them off of you (honestly, you should have known too) because when he returns, he tosses a ball of material at you—an old t-shirt and pajama pants. 

 "I'm gonna throw a pizza in the oven. That okay with you?" 

 You blink at him, unable to respond as he glances over his shoulder and makes a face like he's annoyed. 

 "What, are you stupid on top of slutty now? I asked if that was okay with you."

 "I—Ye—I need to leave," you mumble, quickly slipping the clothes on and standing. "I'm gonna leave."

 "How about you just chill and watch a movie instead?" 

 "Why would I want to—"

 The look Zeke gives you is chilling, mouth downturned, one eyebrow raised. It's a challenge, one you don't have the energy or fight to rise to, so you drop back onto the cushions and sigh. 

 It’s fine. You’re fine. He didn’t go nearly as far as you thought he was about to—just got upset. He had a reason to, right? There were better ways to handle it, a fucking conversation for example, but at least now he’s giving you a little space, cooling down in the kitchen while you gather your thoughts. You could go without the name-calling, though. 

 He just lost his temper, wanted to remind you that it’s him you’re with. You have been for a few months now. And, until now, Zeke has been a nice albeit slightly arrogant guy. He’s personable, he’s smart, he’s funny. Most importantly, he’s level-headed. You probably just pushed him a little too far. It could have been worse. It could be worse.

 You play it over and over in your head as Zeke hands you a plate with a slice of pizza on it. You play it when he sits down and throws an arm around you. Then, you play it when he walks you to your car that evening and kisses you like nothing ever happened.

 Could be worse. Could be worse.

 *

 Mike curls his tongue over his bottom lip and squints at the array of cups on the table across from him, picking one out before tossing the ping pong ball with a flick of his wrist. 

 It bounces off one of the cups' rims, and Nile easily snatches it up and smirks at him. 

 "Dude," Erwin starts, frowning when Mike turns to him. "Why do you suck so much tonight?"

 Mike rolls his eyes. "Man, fuck off."

 "No, I'm serious. What's up with you?"

 "Nothin'. Just having an off night."

 "More like off week," Erwin scoffs. "Month."

 Gelgar sinks his ball into the middle cup, and Mike quickly reaches forward to grab it, extracting the plastic before downing the beer. 

 Erwin is right, but Mike refuses to tell him that. He's been off since the last party a couple weeks ago, the last time he saw you—last time he touched you. He's spotted you around campus several times since, but you're always hanging off Zeke's arm, and Mike isn't about to pry you off him (despite how much he wants to).

 Honestly, he's a little surprised at how close you still are with him, how unaffected your relationship is by the hookup. Maybe Zeke just never found out. Mike has tried to ask you about it, sent more than one text, but they've gone unanswered which is a concern all on its own. Two weeks without talking at all. Mike feels like he's going insane.

 Could it be that you're mad at him, upset that you gave into temptation and you're blaming Mike instead of yourself? He understands the need to scratch that itch, but if you really hadn't wanted to fuck, you could have just said so. 

 Mid-terms are next week, so Mike figures if you still haven't talked to him by then, it's definitely time to worry about the state of the friendship. He's trying not to get himself worked up, but honestly, just the thought of you being upset with him is enough to make his stomach roll. He just needs one text. One everything's fine. That shouldn't be too hard for you, right? 

 Mike misses another shot and swears to himself, sticking a middle finger up at Erwin when he throws his arms out. 

 "It's just beer pong, bro. Calm down."

 The party is like every other—loud music, rowdy college kids, too many girls Mike doesn't care about making eyes at him from across the room. He really just wants to go home, but he can't help but stay in hopes that you might show up. It's highly unlikely, but that slim chance keeps him rooted to the spot, missing cups left and right until Nile and Gelgar win. 

 Erwin is not happy as he drinks his share of the remaining beer. Once he finishes the last, he tells Mike, "You owe me for that pathetic fucking display. Tell me what's going on."

 Mike comes close to just turning his back and walking away, but he can see that even through his irritation, Erwin is worried for him. 

 Running a hand through his hair, Mike just asks if Erwin has heard from you at all recently. "I just can't get ahold of her, and I can't tell if it's 'cause she's busy or ignoring me or what."

 Erwin's thick eyebrows knit together as he shakes his head. "No, I haven't talked to her in a while. Did something happen between the two of you?" 

 "I mean, we hooked up at the last party—"

 "Oh, that ended up happening?" Erwin asks, surprised. 

 Even after making up last semester, Mike has tried to keep the details of his sex life with you to himself and away from Erwin specifically.  After the shit he pulled that drove the rift between them in the first place, Mike isn't willing to be quite as open about you as he previously was, but he did have to break that code at the last party when he was convinced you would end up fucking. Buzzed and excited while still at the house, Mike had asked Erwin if he'd be cool with the two of you using his room (with the promise of cleaning up, of course), before you ended up just retreating to the quietness of Mike's apartment instead. 

 So, Erwin knew the potential that evening had, but Mike never followed up with him until now. 

 "Yeah, it did."

 "Well, what did Zeke think of it?"

 Mike shrugs his shoulders. "Dunno. She hasn't talked to me since then."

 "Shit." Erwin looks genuinely taken aback. "It's been that long?"

 "Yeah. I'm trying not to freak out, but like—"

 "No, I get you. If I end up hearing from her before you do, I'll let you know."

 Mike nods, "Thanks, bro," and forces a smile when Erwin claps him on the back, then breaks away from his friend to mope around somewhere else. 

 What if something happened? What if Zeke had found out and lost his temper with you? Mike will murder him if he finds out that four-eyed fuck put his hands on you. Gruesomely murder.  

 If he could take back what you both shared that night, he would. Things seemed to be getting somewhat back to normal between you—talking and making dumb jokes, like you were actually comfortable around him despite your boyfriend. If Mike had known one last night would fuck that progress up, he wouldn't have ever brought it up. 

 Then again, you had told him. I don't wanna fuck things up with Zeke. And, he had still pushed, tried to get you to give in, and god, that's embarrassing. Mike is glad you called him out on his shit, but looking back on it still makes his face heat. That was fucked up. He fucked up.

 "It's Mike, right?" 

 Mike's eyes snap downward, caught off guard by the girl suddenly standing in front of him, dainty fingers with painted nails clutched around a beer bottle. It's the same kind you would drink only to end up giving it to Mike. 

 "Uh, yeah, that's me."

 The girl smiles at him. He's seen her around the college, events shared between both frats and sororities, and the more Mike looks at her face, the more he recognizes her as one of the chicks who used to hang around the baseball team a lot. In fact, he's pretty sure she's—

 "I'm Rhi. You played really well yesterday. I was watching you."

 "Thanks."

 She bats her eyelashes at him as she returns, "You're welcome," then clicks her tongue and asks, "So, who ya' lookin' for?" in a sing-song voice. 

 "What do you mean?" 

 "I mean, you've been scanning this room for the last, like, fifteen minutes. Looking like you're playing Where's Waldo or something."

 Mike snorts, flipping hair from his face as he lies, "No one in particular." 

 He recognizes the look of satisfaction that blooms on Rhi's face, has seen it many times before on many different girls. It makes him sigh inwardly because he really could not be any less interested. 

 "That's good." Rhi's wide grin shrinks into a smirk before she adds, "I was hoping you'd say that."

 Mike feels his mouth tug up on one side in what he's pretty sure comes off as a sad little smile. 

 Fuck it, though. At least she's pretty. 

 *

 Things don't change all that much between you and Zeke. After spending a day or two rationalizing, you're able to look at him and smile again, to laugh at his jokes and listen to his tangents. He's back to playing with your fingers on the table while you sit face to face for lunch, back to shoving his hand in your back pocket while you walk around campus. It's like nothing ever happened. 

 If anything, you start spending even more time with him. He walks with you to and from class whenever he can, tells you to come watch his practices because the teammates he's closest with—his best friends—want to get to know you better. It's all normal, and you get used to the slight change in routine without a problem. You like the Galliard brothers, Marcel who plays shortstop and Porco, the catcher, so it isn't a chore to hang out with them after games and practice.

 What is a chore is watching Zeke talk with his bubbly ex as he walks with her to the science building you're waiting at. Leaning against the brick wall under an awning, you squint as they approach. Rhi is looking at him with those huge, entranced eyes you know too well, a little too much pep in her step making her tits bounce in a way that's fucking impossible to ignore. 

 You shouldn't be territorial. If anything, you should probably still be mad for the stunt he had pulled with you, but… if he gets to be possessive, so do you. It only makes sense. 

 'Cause that's how healthy relationships work, you think with a snort, pushing yourself off the wall when they both stop in front of you. 

 "Babe, you remember Rhi," Zeke reintroduces her like you haven't been at least a little wary of her for the last couple months. 

 "Yeah," you nod, forcing a smile. "How are you?"

 "I'm great!" She grins, looking at Zeke for one reason or another, like he needs to approve her answer, which is fucking dumb, but you also kind of understand because that's just the effect he has on people. 

 "Glad to hear it." You turn your attention to your boyfriend, content to ignore her from here on out, and ask, "Did you wanna grab something to eat before practice?" 

 “Yeah,” he nods before glancing at Rhi and offering a, “Catch you later,” that sounds too promising for your liking. 

 You don’t glare at the other girl as the two of you leave, but you definitely do not smile, and as Zeke drives you both to your favorite cafe, you whine to Hitch through texts.

 i wouldn’t be too worried about it, she tells you. she’s in my psych class and she’s kinda dumb. i doubt zeke wants to put up with that again. probs why he dumped her in the first place

 You try to appear unbothered through lunch, but you’ve had a pretty shitty day so far—woke up late, probably failed a quiz, got no response from Mike despite texting him three times in rapid succession, and then you had to witness that doe-eyed little brat blatantly pine for—

 “You know, you don’t have any right to be jealous, right?” Zeke asks after swallowing a bite of salad. 

 You blink at him, having to process for a second before you understand what he’s saying. And, why he’s saying it. How can he just read your mind like that? You don’t think you’ll ever understand. 

 “‘M not jealous,” you mumble, stirring soup you really have no intention of eating. 

 Zeke smirks across from you. “No?”

 “I’m just having a bad day. Don’t make assumptions just ‘cause I didn’t smile at your little ex.”

 His expression of self-satisfaction falls into a frown, and he asks what’s going on. When you tell him, you purposely leave out the detail about Mike ignoring you because it would only further Zeke’s point about you having no right to get possessive especially considering how fucking upset you are about the matter. Why the fuck isn’t he talking to you?

 “Want me to help take the edge off?” Zeke asks when you finish venting.

 You look at him with one raised eyebrow, tempted to reply with a smart-aleck ‘only if you plan on seeing it through’, but that sounds like too much of an ultimatum, too manipulative. You’ve made it this long without being a shady bitch, and you have no intention of becoming one. 

 He can see the gears turning in your head, leans forward and grabs your hand before urging, “Come over. Skip your evening class, and we can just… Relax.”

 You snort when he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively, possibly the first time you’ve smiled today. “I really shouldn’t skip. We’re reviewing for our exam next week.”

 “All the more reason to. You’re not getting any new information. You can just go back over it on your own.”

 He has a point. You have all the notes and PowerPoints, and the idea of just lounging and fucking is very tempting since the last time you had sex was the night with Mike.

 And, just like that, your stomach is in knots again. Why won’t he just text back?

 Sighing, you come to the conclusion that a distraction is exactly what you need.

 “Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”

 “Oh, I’ll make sure it’s more than nice.”

 Zeke finishes his meal then asks for a to-go bowl for yours, and after about fifteen minutes, you’re in his apartment. 

 “Let’s watch something while my food settles, and then we can you know…”

 “You know,” you mimic, putting the leftovers up in the fridge then joining him on the couch.

 He turns on some underground horror movie that doesn’t exactly set the mood, but you power through about half of it before all but throwing yourself at Zeke as soon as he pats his lap.

 Chuckling, he helps take your shirt off, kisses your collarbone and murmurs, “Damn, should we just move straight to the bedroom?”

 “I literally could not give less of a fuck. Whatever you wanna do.”

 He grips your thighs and stands, making you hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he walks into the back and drops you on his bed. You immediately kick your pants off, a constant stream of ‘yes yes yes’ running through your mind. You need this. God, you need this. 

 But, when Zeke curls over you, he doesn’t feel broad enough, and when he kisses you, his beard is too thick, and when he trails his hands down your body, they’re barely calloused. 

 You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to turn your brain off—please, just turn off—because you should only be thinking of Zeke. 

 Zeke who circles your nipple with his tongue, who brushes fingers over your bare pussy and groans at how the sensation makes you arch into his mouth. 

 “Can’t wait to stuff this pretty cunt,” he breathes before grazing his teeth over pebbled flesh. 

 His voice isn’t deep enough. His blue eyes have a different shine from the green you're so used to.

 Fuck, fuck, fuck, just let him—

 Shimmying down your body, Zeke spreads you open and pushes spit from his mouth to land on your clit and drip downward. It makes you gasp, and you feel that familiar throb of arousal that grows when he starts rubbing soft circles over the sensitive bundle. 

 “Oh, shit,” you huff.

 Heat pools between your legs as he continues the motion, only stopping to replace his finger with his mouth. 

 You let out a high-pitched moan, thinking to yourself, what about pillows? You can get a better angle with pillows. It doesn’t matter in the long run as he drags his tongue over your entrance, dipping inside for just a second before going back to swirling the muscle around your clit. 

 A finger is pushed into you a little too roughly. It’s not quite long enough, not quite thick enough, but it still feels good, especially once Zeke finds your g-spot and massages it until you’re whimpering and begging for more.

 “You think you’re ready, sweetheart?” He speaks into your thigh, a thigh that was once littered with dark bruises from another mouth. 

 “Yes,” you pant. “Yes, please, please, Zeke.” Even his name feels foreign falling from your lips despite having said it hundreds of times.

 You don’t understand why your mind is sabotaging you like this. You’ve been desperate for Zeke for months now, so why is it that you’re finally getting what you want but can only think about Mike? What is wrong with you?

 He scissors two fingers inside of you, making sure you’re nice and stretched, and you want to tell him to hurry up, that you’ve taken someone substantially longer and thicker, because yeah, Zeke has a nice cock, big enough to be satisfying, flushed pink at the tip and dripping, but it’s doubtful that he’s gonna hurt you. 

 He has a lovely upward curve that drags over your spot as he slides into you, and it makes you groan, eyebrows knitting together as Zeke swears.

 “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes, giving a few experimental thrusts. 

 You can take him without issue, wet and stretched, and god yes, finally. Finally. His pace quickens, coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your clit and causing your eyes to roll back. Locking your ankles around his waist, you grin at the new angle, and Zeke huffs out an appreciative, “So fucking sexy when you smile for me, baby.” You stick your tongue between your teeth, something between a moan and a laugh leaving your throat, and he coos another, “Feel good?”

 “Ye-es.”

 Your mind is finally cleared—for a few minutes, at least—until Zeke pulls out and tells you to turn over. “Hands and knees.”

 You comply, and when Zeke spreads your cheeks and shoves his cock back into your wet pussy, the memory of Mike’s tongue on your asshole flashes through your brain. 

 “Jesus Christ,” you whine. 

 Zeke’s balls slap your clit with every snap of his hips, the sound of skin on skin ringing through the room. It’s so fucking lewd, the sweat breaking out on both of you only making the noises more obscene. The fingers of one hand are gripping you tightly while Zeke brings his other down on your ass with a little too much force. The burning that follows feels good, makes you hiss and push back against him.

 Pulling out so that only his cockhead is inside you, Zeke stills to focus solely on spanking you, alternating between cheeks as heat radiates from them. You cry and keep moving to the best of your ability, fucking yourself on his length as you get lost in sensation. 

 You lose track of time. Zeke switches between abusing your ass and leaning over you to grope your tits. No matter what he’s doing, you’re moaning, and eventually your own hand travels between your legs to play with your clit, the pressure in your gut becoming too much. You need to come, need that release, and when your back arches and your muscles tense, Zeke growls against your spine, “Fuck yes, come on my cock—just wanna feel you—”

 He lets out a little, “Ha,” when you pulse around him, gushing slick and leaving you overstimulated as he continues to fuck into you harshly. 

 Your arms give out, elbows buckling and sending you falling face first into the pillow. Every noise you make grows in volume but remains muffled. Zeke is relentless in his strokes, but he thankfully doesn’t last much longer, droplets of sweat landing on your back as he curls over you once again, breathing heavily into your ear, “Can I come inside? Lemme come inside you.”

 Before you can realize what you’re doing, you shake your head, turning your cheek to the cushion and panting, “No, don’t.”

 It shouldn’t matter. You’re protected, and you’ve done it before, but…

 You only want to do that for one person. You don’t want to let anyone else.

 “Don’t, Zeke, I—”

 “Did you let him come in you?” He suddenly asks. “Did you let him fill you with cum?”

 He reaches around you to pinch your clit, and you squeal and squirm, trying to get him to drop his hand, but he doesn’t, just holds it with two fingers and taps the swollen bud without mercy. 

 “Did you?”

 “No!” You lie, voice rising. “Fuck, I didn’t let him!”

 Zeke scoffs. “I don’t believe you,” pinching hard enough to make tears spring up in your eyes before letting go. He returns to your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin as he gives a few more thrusts and groans, spilling into you then moving you back and forth on his cock, watching his own cum get pushed further into your hole and coat the entirety of his length.

 “God dammit, what the fuck, Zeke?” You speak through gritted teeth, shoving back against him suddenly and with enough force to make him lose his balance and fall backward. You can feel thick fluid dripping down your thighs and turn to glare at him only to find him smirking at you. 

 The space behind your eyes grows hot with tears you refuse to shed in front of him. Instead, you get up and walk to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it before sitting down on the toilet with your head in your hands. 

 You shouldn’t be as upset as you are, generally like the feeling of guys releasing inside of you. It’s just hot. But, you had not wanted it this time. You weren’t ready for it, and now you can’t help but feel… tainted. 

 You pee then hop into the shower to rinse off, to cleanse yourself and calm down, and once the hot water has drained you of most of your anger, you slip into one of Zeke’s t-shirts and go back outside. He’s in sweatpants, sipping on water as he stares at the TV.

 “Feel better?” He questions without actually looking at you.

 You’re free to roll your eyes, but you think you sound convincing when you answer, “Yeah, a lot.”

 He hums. “Didn’t seem like it.”

 “I mean,” you sigh and move to sit down next to him, one leg tucked under you as you think about how you want to word what’s on your mind. “When I ask you not to do something, I, you know, want you to actually listen."

 Now, he turns to look at you wearing an expression frighteningly similar to the one he'd worn the day he humiliated you on the very couch you're sitting in. 

 "Oh, so you want me to respect your wishes." He doesn't sound at all sympathetic. "Kind of like I wanted you to respect mine before you went and fucked Zacharias."

 "Alright," you drawl. "We're back to this again. Awesome."

 He didn't ever explicitly ask you not to sleep with anyone else. At that point, you don't know if Zeke even saw you as a legitimate girlfriend. And, you understand why he's annoyed by your actions, but you're getting extremely fucking tired of him dangling it over your head. 

 "Uh, yeah, we are."

 Taking a deep breath, you try to keep a level head, to appear collected when you tell him, "Look, I see your frustration. I get it. But, me sleeping with Mike is a little different than—"

 "How?" Zeke cuts you off. "How is it different?"

 "Because what you did in there was against my fucking will. I told you not to come inside me, and you still did."

 Zeke is on his feet in an instant. "Is that a fucking accusation?"

 "No, no," you hold your hands up in defense as you peer up at him. "I'm not trying to say that everything that happened in there was non-consensual—"

 "Sounds a lot like you are."

 You're starting to panic. You don't like how hostile he's getting when he isn't even trying to understand you. 

 "You're trying to fill in blanks that aren't there, Zeke. I'm not trying to accuse you or get you in trouble or anything. I'm trying to explain how fucked up—how scary—it is for someone to ignore your boundaries in the bedroom."

 He makes a little, "Tch," then mutters, "You're blowing it out of proportion." 

 It's about the worst thing he could say to you. Firstly, he's the one getting offended by the situation, and secondly, it completely invalidates you. 

 "You're the one who was so desperate for sex you went and fucked someone else," he adds. 

 You massage your temples, figure you need to remove yourself before saying something you can't take back. 

 Your phone is still on the armrest where you left it before going to the back, and it lights up with a text—Hitch—and displays the time. It's only five. If you wanted, you could still make it to your six o'clock class. 

 "You know what, I'm gonna put a pin in this so we can both simmer down. We can revisit it later."

 Zeke doesn't seem to like that solution, or lack thereof. You grab your shirt off the floor then pad back to the bedroom to change into the clothes you picked out for the day, texting Hitch back while you're hidden. 

 She had asked what you were up to, and you reply with, at Zeke's. Could you by any chance pick me up? I didn't drive and we just got into a spat. 

 on my way 😘

 You waste a little time before deciding to brave your boyfriend again, simply telling him that you're just gonna go to class and that Hitch is coming to get you. 

 "Fine," he dismisses.

 You think about giving him a little peck but decide against it, opting to just grab your backpack and slip on your shoes. 

 "I'll text you," you tell him. 

 He replies with a short, "Sure," and you take that as your cue to leave. 

 It doesn't take long for Hitch to get there and takes even less time for her to ask what happened. 

 At last, you give her the full scoop (barring Zeke's meltdown after originally finding out you slept with Mike). She frowns almost the whole way through, and you expect her to either soothe you or tell you that he's being an asshole, but instead, she clicks her tongue and mutters, "I don't get why you aren't just dating Mike. Like, yeah, Zeke's hot and all, but you and Mike have always had a thing. And, you both obviously like each other so whyyy," she ends in a frustrated whine. 

 "Because Mike and I…" You trail off. You don't really know, honestly, not for a few seconds at least, and when it hits you, it isn't some big epiphany. It's more like a natural thought. "Because Mike is long-term. If we got together it would be, like, the real deal. And, I don't think either of us are ready for that."

 It feels good to admit both to Hitch and to yourself. You never thought about it in depth before, mostly because while you've known about his feelings for you for a good while, you haven't fully accepted your own. 

 But, if the hurt you're feeling at him not texting you back is anything to go on (not to mention how much you thought of him while fucking Zeke), your fondness for him has probably turned into something more, something deeper. 

 "I don't understand what's so bad about the real deal, but whatever. You guys will sort it out in your own time."

 "I don't know about that," you mumble. "He hasn't talked to me since that morning. Just won't reply to any of my texts or calls."

 "That's weird," Hitch thinks out loud as she pulls into the parking lot. "If anything, I thought he'd be fighting even harder now."

 "Yeah, well, that is clearly not the case." You grab your bag out of the backseat, guessing, "He must be mad at me or something."

 "Maybe. Maybe he's just trying to give you space."

 Shrugging, you get out of the car, forcing a smile as you thank your friend for the ride. 

 "Any time. One more thing, though," Hitch stops you." You tilt your head in curiosity as her face grows uncharacteristically serious. "Next time Zeke uses that against you, tell him to fuck off. And, consider dumping him."

 "I mean, I did fuck up by sleeping with Mike."

 "Yeah, but you and Zeke aren't gonna work if he keeps holding that over you. Something like that isn't supposed to be leverage. If he can't handle it, he needs to leave."

 It's rare that Hitch loses her happy go lucky attitude, so seeing her like this is a little jarring. 

 "I'll take it into consideration."

 As you walk into the dorms, you pout about how your shitty day only got shittier. All you want to do is talk to your best friend, but that's obviously not gonna happen. 

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