Master of Nerd-Fu

Zeke an independant, multifandom original character This roleplayer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge “ “The four most beautiful words in our common language: 
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[luvbey]

I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SCRATCH MY BACK OR DO THE LITTLE SKIN TRACE THING OR PLAY WITH MY HAIR OH MY LAWD

[justkirayukimuraarchive-blog]

(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)

[bitchinedits]

[bitchinedits]

[bitchinedits]

[floatedheart-deactivated2015041]

[cursedartiste]

@mccallofthewild

[bitchinedits]

[shybxby]

Sometimes being a switch is so hard because on one hand you wanna pull a subs hair and force them on their knees but you also kinda want them to fight back and spank the shit outta you

[thelaziestmotherfucker]

If you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me.

[cursedartiste]

@mccallofthewild

[punkd-edits]

[cursedartiste]

ofreverentia:

         Tobias still couldn’t quite understand his sudden courage to approach Zeke and ask him out. It was a spur of the moment action which he didn’t regret anymore the moment he received a confirmation and a blinding smile which caused his heart to take a leap in his chest. Now here he was struggling with his thoughts, wondering what he could do or say. Deep down he wanted for the night to go well, maybe even more so than well. Since he saw that blinding smile he also remembered those soft lips - or at least they must have been soft in his mind and wished to taste them. Shaking these thoughts out of his head, he rang the doorbell, standing there with his dark jeans, sneakers, a v-neck grey shirt and his signature leather jacket. The door opened and revealed Zeke, causing Tobias to bite the inside of his cheek, unable to keep his staring at bay for a minute or two. The others voice being the one that dragged him out of his trance.  „ Hey gorgeous. ” He greeted. „ You ready to go? I was thinking we could grab some food to go and make a short trip to the park? The weather is too good to be stuck inside. ” He pointed back to his car to drive them, already a neat blanket on the backseat so they could sit on the grass without worrying about their clothes.

        Naturally Zeke had to mentally yell at himself not to gawk at how sexy the other looked. Now was not the time to act like a thirsty virgin. Granted, could you really blame him? Despite how casual Tobias was dressed the artist somehow felt mundane in comparison. Needless to say, he had to resist yet another nervous urge to run his hands down his clothes as he awkwardly cleared his throat. Of course, being called gorgeous has heat slowly creeping up his neck to reside on his cheeks before white teeth gnawed on his bottom tier. After a moment to regain his barrings Zeke flashes the older man another a little half smile as he nodded. “I’m ready, and grabbing some food sounds great. I skipped lunch today.” Almost as if right on cue, his stomach let out a loud and rambunctious growl of complaint, ultimately causing him more embarrassment. Scratching at the back of his neck, now even more red, a nervous laugh suddenly escaped him as he cast Tobias a sidelong glance. “Er...sorry.” Stepping out of the house, he turned around and fumbled with his keys until finally locking up the place. “L-Lead the way. I’m all yours to do what you want with tonight.” Eyes squeeze shut at how suggestive that sounded whilst he headed towards the car. Ugh someone stop him. Where was the nearest rock so he could crawl underneath it?

[cursedartiste]

LAYER  ONE  :  THE  OUTSIDE

NAME  :   Ezekiel Amadeus Adkins... Just call me Zeke though please.   EYE  COLOUR  :   dark brown. HAIR  STYLE  /  COLOUR  :  Erm, brown? And I don’t know how to describe the style.  HEIGHT  :    5′10 CLOTHING  STYLE  :   Funny shirts/checkered patterned things/ beanies/ stuff that’s comfortable.  BEST  PHYSICAL  FEATURE  :  I’ve been told I have a nice smile... And butt...but like you know. 

LAYER  TWO  :  THE  INSIDE

YOUR  FEARS  :   hurting someone...being alone...someday unable to control the beast inside me. YOUR  GUILTY  PLEASURES  :   Eating all the sweet things. YOUR  BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE  :     being mistreated by other people. people assuming things about me. YOUR  AMBITIONS  FOR  THE  FUTURE  :  Survive college without killing anyone and become a popular artist...

LAYER  THREE  :  THOUGHTS

YOUR  FIRST  THOUGHT  WAKING  UP  :   I need to pee... WHAT  DO  YOU  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED  :  maybe I should work a couple more hours and damn it I’m hungry again.....  YOU  THINK  YOUR  BEST  QUALITY  IS  :   nothing.

LAYER  FOUR  :  WHAT’S  BETTER?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES  :     single  dates. TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED  :   Having one and not the other seems kind of redundant. So both. BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS  :   Who cares? You be you. DOGS  OR  CATS  :   Both.

LAYER  FIVE  :  DO  YOU . . .

LIE  : yes. BELIEVE  IN  YOURSELF  :   sometimes BELIEVE  IN  LOVE  :    Yes despite everything.  WANT  SOMEONE  :    To love me for who I am? Maybe... yes

LAYER  SIX  :  EVER  BEEN . . .

BEEN  ON  STAGE  : yes  DONE  DRUGS  :    Only pot, I wont do anything more than that.  CHANGED  WHO  YOU  WERE  TO  FIT  IN  :     Never. 

LAYER  SEVEN  :  FAVOURITES

COLOUR  :   Red ANIMAL  :     Red Panda MOVIE  :   Jurassic park.  GAME  :    World of Warcraft. 

LAYER  EIGHT  :  AGE

DAY  YOUR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE  :   May 20th HOW  OLD  WILL  YOU  BE  :   25 AGE  YOU  LOST  YOUR  VIRGINITY  :   W-Wait what?. N-next question! DOES  AGE  MATTER  :     depends on the situation.

LAYER  NINE  :  IN  A  PERSON

BEST  PERSONALITY  :   What does that even mean? BEST  EYE  COLOUR  :     I like all eye colors.  BEST  HAIR  COLOUR  :     Don’t care.  BEST  THING  TO  DO  WITH  THEIR  PARTNER  :   Video games...cuddle....among...other things >.>

LAYER  TEN  :  FINISH  THE  SENTENCE

I  LOVE  : art I  FEEL  :   worn out I  HIDE  :    how lonely I am I  MISS  :   my family. I  WISH  :   I’d been more careful.....

tagged by : felt like doing it.  tagging : @trxplehelix - @mccallofthewild - @adsagsona - @darkesthowl - @wavexrider - @heavensfirstson - @ofreverentia - @anyone else who wants

[cursedartiste]

[natashasromanof]

[cursedartiste]

“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

meme

                 Skilled hands danced over his tablet, Zeke’s eyes glinting with concentration as he added shading too one of the night elves ears that he was drawing. Lately he’d been doing a lot of commissions for people. Which was always a good thing, because money.  Moreover, even developing a habit of doing said work outside. After all, Scott had a knack for repeatedly reminding him that fresh air was a good thing and staying cooped up inside wasn’t healthy. That’s simply how his man was though, always looking out for his well being despite it sometimes irking him. So alas, the artist had naturally caved and took his workload outside. Most of the time, the cursed shifter would just lay there under the giant tree located at the park close to where he took classes. Zeke coming to enjoy the cool shade and quietness of one their favorite spots. 

                 Granted, any spot was pretty damn good in his book when he got to have Scott’s arms wrapped around him whilst he worked. Just as he was about to add some more shading to his drawing, Zeke was snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden question. Twisting around in Scott’s lap, he glanced towards where he was looking only to scowl and turn his attention back on his work. “I went on a date with the tall one once. Real piece of work.” He remembered how stupid he was for liking the guy. Dark hair, 6′3, with a charming smile. Granted all that had went down the drain the moment the sleazeball opened his mouth. Worse of all? When Zeke had ignored his advances on their first date, he’d spread rumors about him. Talk about a total douche. However, none of that mattered now because he had the man of his dreams: Scott. 

[cursedartiste]

*Bites your lip*

meme

         Limbs laid sprawled out on the bed, Zeke’s chest rising and falling steadily as a happy little smile curled across his face. Fingers absentmindedly scratched at his treasure trail, heat soon pooling in his groin at the scenario going on within his dream. Scott’s hands were all over him, their hot mouth marking his neck and leaving fire in it’s wake. Of course, by this point he’s already sporting a tent in his pajama’s, that silky brown hair an utter mess while lips had puckered eagerly when dream Scott kissed his lips and muttered something dirty. “You’re so sexy Scotty, never stop touching me,” he mumbled sleepily with a giggle only to feel a tug on his bottom lip. Eyelids slowly fluttered open, remnants of sleep making his vision blurry only to see Scott staring down at him with a smirk once it cleared. Comprehension comes crashing over him upon realizing he’d just literally had a steamy dream about his boyfriend and judging by the smug look on their face Scott damn well knew it too. Heat swiftly surged to pool on his cheeks, Zeke’s forearm quickly flying over to cover his face from the other. “You can go ahead and shoot me now.” 

[cursedartiste]

“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”

meme

     All these sexual escapades were quite new to Zeke, so suffice to say having sex with the potential of getting caught had turned him on a lot more than he’d thought it would. Needless to say, the moment Matt had given him those bright blue bedroom eyes Zeke had him up against the wall with his cock buried deep inside that infuriatingly perfect ass. A surprisingly large hand had clamped over the witches mouth when those moans had risen in pitch with Zeke’s hips increasing with speed and ferocity. It being so close to the full moon, the artist was unable to hold back his ruthless fucking. However, when those pearly white teeth of Matt’s suddenly bit into the side of his hand, he couldn’t hold back the loud and lewd moan that had torn passed his lips. Their words have heat flaring on his cheeks, a soft growl of protest following suit. “You’re the one howling like a banshee, and you know what biting does to me,” he hissed out with a harsh whisper, hips never faltering as eyes flashed purple and teeth teasingly clamped around the back of Matt’s neck.