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Commission for my girlfriend! We are officially BRAINROTTED
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT MIC!!!
I may have missed it by like 2h but shh......
Helping Husband!Hizashi Yamada get into his leather slacks
“Help! My booty is too big!”
Hizashi’s yell echoed through the house, such a poetic statement causing your head to automatically whip back. You stood in the kitchen, staring at the bedroom door with such confusion one might think a ufo just landed. “What?” You shouted back, abandoning the half-made bento box on the counter.
You edged toward the bedroom, pushing the door open to peer around it only to see your husband awkwardly standing with his slacks halfway up his thighs. The sight was ridiculous, a fully grown man awkwardly tangled in leather. You immediately broke, cackles filling the room. Hizashi stared at you blankly, a small frown on his lips.
“Fine!” He huffed “Just laugh at me instead of helping.” the loud blonde tugged at the waistband, you walked over, still cackling. “This is your fault y’know, you keep feeding me.”
Wrapping your hands around his waist, you asked “Where’s the baby powder? Maybe that will help them slide over these glutes.” Your hand traveled down his back, squeezing his butt. Hizashi cracked a small grin, pointing behind you at your vanity. You untangled yourself, grabbing the bottle and gesturing with your finger that he turned around. “Damn!” You couldn’t help yourself, really.
“Like what you see?” He spun his head to look back at you, shaking his hips a little. You giggled aloud, nodding.
You shook out some of the powder onto your hands. “Hell yeah I do.” Squatting down you dusted up his thighs right up to the leg of his boxers, patting his butt twice with your hand to signal you were done, accidentally leaving a handprint on the fabric. “Pull” You stated, palming more powder as he tugged up the leather.
You swore the man's booty actually jiggled as he pulled it into his slacks, the material hugging at his legs in a perfect manner. You whistled, landing a harsh smack! On the muscle, grinning wickedly to yourself. Hizashi spun on his heel, staring down at you as he did the series of buttons on his fly. You looked up, lips pouted.
“You’re ridiculous.” He smiled.
Squinting, you giggled. “I know you love it.”
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Motherfuckin' rockstars
✮ includes : shota aizawa , hizashi yamada , shirakumo oboro , musicians , fluff, men who yearn , songwriting , teenagers in love , established lovers
✮ synopsis : rockstar boyfriend—who is literally obsessed with you.
Shota Aizawa guitarist
He plays all new notes for you whenever he & the band are trying out new songs—caring about your opinion above all else, switching back and forth between his guitars till you tell him which one you think sounds 'right' for the song.
He barely ever writes the songs for the band—but when he does, they're always about you. His love songs and ballads always amaze his bandmates that Shota, of all people, could be so poetic when it comes to you.
When customizing his acoustic guitar for practice, he had you put his marks all over the back, so he could put the finishing coat over it and 'keep your lips with him at all times.'
He tries to teach you to play whenever you ask, guiding your hands carefully through each chord—and stares in amazement whenever you're getting better, swearing you should be the one in the band and not him.
He goes running, and I mean running, to you after each and every show, just to see you & hear your thoughts on his performance.
shirakumo oboro drummer
He keeps all his broken drumsticks so he can give them to you—he doesn't expect you to do anything with them; he just wants you to have them as a reminder he's going to play 'extra hard' for you.
He gives you his rings before each & every set to protect his fingers, and so you can keep a piece of him even if he's so far away on that stage. He could just put them in his dressing room or pockets—but it gives him an extra reason to run straight to you.
He'll sit you on his lap after band practice and try to teach you how to play, hands gripping yours & the stick as he guides your movements, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder every once in a while, whispering that you're 'doing so good.'
cuddling in his dressing room before & after performances—whispering quietly to each other like the rest of the world doesn't exist
hizashi yamada singer
Just about every song the band releases is about the two of you. "When you have a good muse, you should use the inspiration it gives; they might just be your fountain of youth." He likes to tell his bandmates.
He likes to go running to you whenever he's writing a song to get your opinion of the lyrics he's writing. Your notes & help are what keep his songs so beautiful to the rest of the world.
He gives you a shout-out at just about every show. "Everyone, thank my lovely girlfriend; without her, these songs wouldn't exist." Then he proceeds to sing a sickeningly sweet love song.
He convinced his bandmates to make your birthstone one of the album covers. Wanting to make it abundantly clear that he cherished your birthday, he wanted it imprinted into the grain of his life forever.
He likes to hum or sing lullabies to you whenever you're about to go to bed, enjoying your sleepy smiles as you tell him to 'hush' and let you sleep.
Cause I’m unstable
Also cause I’m unstable
AND SPIKE MIC!! Which is an au made by nr1erazermic on TikTok!!
Practicing the Lupin III art style to draw my gay slop ship with it
Erasermic week
Day 1: Role Swap
I couldn't decide on one idea, so have a bunch of quick sketches of an au where Mic is Class 1-A's homeroom teacher.
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