#Sock Maintenance

[ashartstuff]

Pt. 2

Pt.1 <- -> Pt.3 :)))

[sciderman]

Do any of the boys wear jewelry?

Wade seems like the type to have those grandma box full of jewelry but Peter would probably have one pair of earrings for the occasion?? 

they're too broke for any kind of jewellery save for the edible kind

[batrachised]

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

mollywog, I'm going to be so real with you right now, I consider a day in which I remember to brush my hair a good day, and I'm not exaggerating. I have a weird mix of somewhat thick, slightly wavy but not curly, shaggy hair that frizzes if I brush it, frizzes if I don't, takes curls very well, doesn't keep curls long, is decidedly not straight, is decidedly not curly, and all in all is a mess. At this point in my life I've embraced it, after trying brushing, conditioners, the curly girl method, modified curly girl methods, and the whole without much luck.

i also simply have no sense for hairstyles in general and had to draft my little sister into helping me with my hair for the wedding I was in over the weekend. this helping included her being baffled that I didn't understand different types of hairbrushes, scoldingly calling our older sister in a 911 type deal to make her explain to me, and having to overall patiently deal with me like she was the main character of a horse girl movie approaching the skittish wild horse.

so to answer your question, my go to hairstyle is messy bun, but not the instagram type ones, the founding father type ones

[gubbymcyt]

I tend to see etho often drawn with one of these types of shoes, so now I'm curious about general opinions. What do you guys draw/imagine ethos everyday footwear?

[gent-illmatic]

WinnieXPUMA #PUMA Cali Court Leather collection

[apnourry]

"I'm doing fuck all today" turned into Getting Shit Done today so fast🥲

[aeide-thea]

anyway pls enjoy my doofy lil patch job 🧦🪡 ☁️

[martyrbat]

treated myself to a 16inch circular cable and a us10 short tip to make knitting hats easier :) it was on sale and that way it'll save on getting future sizes (like us13) hopefully! i wanted interchangeables for forever so im very excited :3 i got a bunch of patterns i been collecting, i think my goal this year is to knit a bunch and then donate them by the time winter comes around (around decemberish). i also got some dpns and might make more mittens/gloves hopefully... busy hands busy mind plus it gives me a good goal for when im idle and dont know what to knit or do :)

[nexus-nebulae]

wow even unconscious i cannot fucking stand wearing socks LMAO

[beaversatemygrandma]

Oh right, the problem with living out in the middle of nowhere... getting TO a job...

At least it's all plain two lane country roads to get to either part of town not requiring a single highway. But ya know. All 60+mph. And like 25 minute drives in good traffic.

[lilithland]

imagine you’re running late, trying to move some laundry, because of course as the inferior sex, you do the cooking and the cleaning

you’re almost done moving your clothes when you see your favorite sock stuck in the back of the machine, you try to stick your arm as far into the machine as possible but you still can’t reach the sock

you maneuver your body until your head and both arms are in the machine, you successfully grab your sock but when you go to pull your body out of the machine you find you are stuck

you wiggle and squirm but can’t seem to get out of the washing machine

your partner was supposed to pick you up for a date later (you had left them a little note hoping to suprise them when they got home) so you knew eventually someone would come to your rescue

20 minutes later you’re scared shitless when you hear a loud knock at your door, it can’t possibly be your partner because they have a key and it’s way too early for them to be back

you start to panic a little but try to ration that a burglar wouldn’t try to knock first before entering, you hear the loud knock again followed by your door opening

“maintenance”

you don’t know if you should holler for help or pray to god that they don’t enter your laundry room, you’re beyond humiliated at your predicament

luck was not on your side, you hear heavy footsteps approach you, you hear a low whistle behind you

“and what do we have here?” rumbles a deep voice

you swallow your pride, “hi, um, sorry about this, wo-would you be able to help me … please?”

large hands grab your hips, you naively think you’re about to be set free

when instead of attempting to pull you out of the machine, one hand retracts and lands a hard smack on your ass

you scream in pain and jolt a little in the machine

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” you scream trying harder to wiggle your way out

“well sweetheart, when i enter a house and find a note that says i can’t wait for all the dirty things you want to do to me and then find a hot babe with an incredible ass on display, i have to oblige and give them the fucking of a lifetime”

you still at his words, he had found the note you left for your partner, he thinks you set up this elaborate plan to have wild sex with a stranger

“no you don’t understand that was meant for my partner i am seriously stuck please help me get out” you start pleading and begging

“sure, and i’m sure you’re gonna keep screaming no and for me to stop, even while your cunt squeezes and cums on my hard cock over and over again, is that the game we’re gonna play tonight sweetheart?”

you really start to thrash inside the machine, it doesn’t matter what you say, this stranger is about to r4pe your tiny holes

he shushes you as he continues to grope your ass with his giant hands

he flips the skirt you had been wearing up over your ass, giving him a perfect view of your thong

your boobs hadn’t quite made it into the machine, he yanks your tank top down freeing your titties, smushing them against the cold machine

the cold instantly makes your nipples hard and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips

“oh is someone finally getting excited?”

the strangers rough hands pinch your nipples as you start back up your protests of no’s

he gives your titties a rough smack and you scream and jolt in the machine again

he alternates between painful pinching and rough slapping, you start crying with how rough he’s being

“doesn’t matter how much you protest princess, i know you’ll be soaked when i go check on your princess parts again”

you refuse to believe him, but when his hands stop abusing your tits and go to remove your thong, you can feel the sticky trail being pulled from you

you feel his rough fingers collecting the juices at your enterance, the embarrassment of it all makes you leak around his hand even more

he wipes your girl juice along your thighs and all over your ass, the more his fingers just barely touch your cunnie to collect more, the more you drip for him

you hate how your body is betraying you

he removes his fingers and you hear some shuffling, you emotionally try to prepare yourself to be thrusted in to

you weren’t expecting to feel a wet tongue

you werent expecting to feel a wet tongue eating out your ass

you try to squirm but in the process accidentally push back more onto his tongue

his big hands deliver a hard smack to your thighs before pinning them down and holding them in place

“i can also go in dry baby doll”

you totally still at the implication he’s going to fuck your ass

you whimper and cry more

he removes one hand from your thigh and starts to play with your inferiority hole while he continues to eat out your asshole, he alternates between rubbing your nub, a little too hard, and roughly fingering your fuck hole

you don’t know how but his rough administrations make you have cummies

you clench the fingers inside you tightly as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm

before he stands he spits a glob of saliva right on top of your asshole

seconds later he’s rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting all of your girl juices as you continue to leak

without warning he starts to slowly and painfully shove his dick into you

each inch is excruciatingly painful and his dick seems to go on forever and ever

by the time he bottoms out you think you might pass out, there has to be at least eight inches of dick in your freshly r4ped asshole

he stills for a moment and decides to abuse your body some more while you adjust to his length

he smacks your ass and your titties, runs your overstimulated clit too hard and too fast

when he’s done playing with your body he grips your hips painfully and begins to piston in and out of your ass

he sets a brutal pace from the start, roughly fucking you against the washing machine

your abused and sensitive tits sway with each thrust, causing them to smack against the machine over and over again

you lose track of time, only knowing the sensation of your asshole being abused

without warning you hear a guttural grunt and feel a warmth deep in your gut

the maintenance man pulls out with a plop

“don’t worry baby, i’ll make sure to get a video of your gaping asshole leaking my hot sperm into your delicious cunt”

you’re horrified at every aspect of what he just said, your stomach churning at that the thought of such a video getting uploaded to the internet

as he said, you can feel the cum leaking out of your open asshole, slowly dripping towards your inferiority hole

as the sperm starts to pool, his fingers are on you again

or rather in you, his fingers easily slide into your gaping asshole, collecting his own jizz

to your continued horror he then shoves his fingers deep into your cunt, fucking his cum into the proper fuck hole

you aren’t on any birth control

his fingers move in and out of you slowly, you’re humiliatingly wet so he has no problem getting a few in you

“should i cum in your pussy next or try to get my fist in your ass?”

[wellhealthhub]

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[exculis]

WOO

[wakeup01]

hi i would love if you could transform me into your stupid foot slave.

Clean Slate

“What do you want to be in life?” I ask you as we relax at my place at the end of our date. You give a rather non committal shrug as I peel off my socks and rest my feet on the living room table.

“Huh. No career ambitions? Artist, scientist…cleaner?” I smile at you as you approach and sit across from me, scrunching your nose slightly while the scent of my feet wafts over to you.

“N—no. I guess not.” You reply sheepishly, your eyes leaving mine as they lower to my large feet.

“I’m sure we can find your place in life. You probably have lots to give. Talented at many things. Such as…cleaning.” I sway my feet back and forth on the table as I watch your eyes follow them. “Just keep watching.”

“Huh?” Distracted, you don’t even look away. My feet and their movements were utterly fascinating. “I—I don’t…”

“Cleaning.” I repeat bluntly. “I bet you’re good at cleaning.” Your back bends as you naturally feel yourself lean forward, your head lowering slightly as my feet take up more of your vision. I hear you take a tentative sniff, your eyes glazing over.

Cleaning.

“Cl—cleeaning.” You slur as a bit of drool slides from your mouth. I give a little snicker as I witness you lick your lips. Your head begins to sway along with my hypnotic sweaty feet. Mirroring it’s motion. The smell at this point was incredibly overpowering, burning away your feeble inhibitions. My feet are fucking your mind, my toes pushing to the back of your skull. Reshaping your soft brain like playdoh. Back and forth. Back and forth…

“See, I’m not so much looking for a ‘boyfriend’. Too much maintenance. But I’m sure we can find a use for you. Cleaning clothes perhaps? Maybe bathroom cleaning? No. Cleaning…feet.” I look down and validate you with a smirk.

Cleaning. Feet.

“Foot cleaning. Yes, yes I think that’s your place in life. A mindless foot cleaner. Cleaning my rank feet. You’re very skilled at it.” I assert, placing my hand on your head and guiding you closer. “It’s okay. Some of us are meant to improve the world, some of us are meant to be productive members of society. And some of us, some of us are meant to lick the space between men’s toes.”

“I…no. Please.” You plead as your face enters my feet’s gravitational pull. The musk flowing up your nose and swimming around your emptied, foot fucked mind. They smelled just as you suspected they would, of feet. Your attention is captivated by a bead of sweat on my sole. It didn’t belong there, there on my perfect feet. You feel an impulse growing. A need. You needed to…needed to…

“Clean.” I answer for you. Making everything suddenly fall into place. It just made sense. “Clean my stinky feet.”

You shudder, any hint of resistance fading in an instant. Your mouth obediently opens and your tongue glides down the length of my sole, picking up all the sweat and grime that gathered from our long walk. The taste is sour and foul but for some shameful reason, that stirs your cock. You didn’t want this, but not wanting it made you so unbelievably hard. My feet had successfully hypnotised your mind, conditioning you to kneel at the mere sight of them. Seeing my sole was the only trigger needed for your mouth to water, for your thoughts to dissipate. For you to become no more than a rag to wipe my feet clean.

“Always glad to see someone enjoy their job so immensely.” I bend forward and pin a little badge to your shirt. The two words printed on it in basic typeface describe your entire existence ‘Foot Cleaner’. Now no one, including you would be confused about your role in life.

“Cweeann siiir.” You moan with a mouth full of my flavourful foot cheese.

I laugh above you, flexing my arms as you perform your job. “Good boy. Good foot cleaner. Lick every inch until they’re glistening with your saliva. Aren’t you happy I helped you find the height of your aspirations at the bottom of my feet. Dumb idiot.”

“Yusss, thank you sir.” You wanted to be a good obedient boy for master.

“Shut up and work.” I shove my feet into you, rubbing them across your face. “I expect my feet to be spotless slave. You will be here every evening from now on to fulfil your duty. And then you will pay me for the privilege like the pathetic foot slut that you are.”

Do I make myself clear?

[mrdixon]

starvin'

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ content, oral (fem. receiving), nipple play?, fingering

summary: daryl is STARVING

A/N: my apology for not uploading chapter two of a rugged muse. def not proofread sorry!

masterlist

Who knew babysitting would take it out on you? You fought walkers to survive and yet a 4 month old baby made you feel 6 times tired. Your feet dragged on the hardwood floor of your home, your fluffy socks making it sound soft.

Your eyes were halfway closed as you walked up the stairs, rubbing your eyes to make sure you didn't pass out and fall down the stairs. It’d be a shame to die like that. Your shoulders drooped once you got to the top of the staircase, panting a little despite the short distance of stairs you travelled up.

Your bedroom door opened with a squeak, surely you’d ask Daryl to fix that for you. You were quite pleased finding your boyfriend already in bed waiting for you, his eyes immediately finding yours.

“Yer home,” he mumbled. You practically melted at the sight of him, quickly trudging over with heavy feet and mustering up the rest of your energy to jump onto him. Your face landed on his chest and he jolted, grunting a bit as he shifted underneath you trying to find a comfortable position. “Ya tired?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair soothingly. You hummed in response, closing your eyes while your arms came up to rest by your face, his own moving to wrap around your back.

“I knew babies were high maintenance but shit, they really fuckin’ are.” You grumbled, nuzzling your face into his neck. He let out a raspy chuckle, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah they are, ya still wan’ one?” He teased to which you squirmed in retaliation. He sighed softly, his fingertips moving up and down your back. The gesture made you shiver, those rough hands touched you so softly, so gently. “I’d give ya one if ya asked y’know,” he murmured, squeezing your waist with one hand. You knew he would.

You didn't respond, falling drowsy as your breathing turned softer. His hands continued to caress you, slipping under your shirt and tracing shapes into the small of your back. His nails tickling little hearts onto your skin, your own heart fluttering at his tenderness. He lowered his head to press a hard, but gentle kiss to your cheekbone. Your body lay still on top of him, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

His hand travelled up your sides, leaving a small tickling sensation and you struggled to stifle a giggle.

“Ya like tha’?” He whispered into your ear, his breath hot and had the slightest tinge of lust in his tone. You swallowed, eyes still closed as you pretended to not notice. He hummed, rubbing the curve of your breast with his thumb before bringing his hand closer to your front. His hand rested on the neckline of your shirt, tapping lightly at the protruding fabric where your collarbones were. “Can I?”

You knew where this was going, so you nodded. He slipped his hand into your shirt from the neck, cupping your breast over your bra. You breathed a little heavier, the exhale coming out a little shaky as you moved a little. His thumb rubbed a little back and forth before his fingers slipped under the cup and onto your breast. He squeezed gently, rubbing his index over your nipple. Your breath hitched, shoving your face into his neck. He deemed your reaction not good enough and pinched the pebbled nipple, eliciting a small noise of a whimper from your mouth.

“Daryl.” You muttered, your face heating up immediately. He said nothing, continuing his attack on your breasts. His hand groped at you, squeezing your breast while simultaneously bringing his other hand into your shirt. The feeling of both his hands teasing your nipples send a wave of heat into your lower region, he could even hear you gulp in anticipation. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, looking into his eyes. He helped you pull off your shirt and toss it onto the bed, kissing along your collarbones before slipping your bra straps off your shoulders. You let out a quiet moan once he unclipped the bra, licking his lips as he saw the two perfect mounds of soft flesh. He had that stupid cocky smirk on his face, tilting his head taunting as he squeezed your breasts.

“Wha’? Ya don’ like wha’ ‘m doin’?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, watching your eyelids flutter when he gently brushed over the sensitive nub. You bit your lip hard, tasting the metallic tang of your blood as you closed your eyes and hung your head forwards. Daryl huffed at the strands of your hair falling onto his face and obscuring his vision. One hand left your breast, the warmth replacing with cold air as he held your hair back. He grumbled something before pulling you down and kissing you softly, and then shoving you off of him.

“Hey— What are you doing?” You pouted, laying on your side and watched him get up.

“’m hungry,” he muttered while rolling up his sleeves.

“Right now…?” You questioned, looking down at your half naked body. Daryl didn't respond so you sighed, sitting up and grabbing your shirt before he suddenly pushed you back down. You let out a small sound of protest when he pulled your pants and panties down, throwing them over his shoulder to where they discarded on the floor of your bedroom floor. Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening. “Wait babe, I didn't shower yet.”

“I dun’ care,” he grunted, his palms flat against your knees while he pushed them apart. “I said I was hungry, ‘m practically starvin’.” You watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips, his eyes set on your pussy. You let the sole of your feet lay flat on the bed, your legs held up. Daryl smirked down at you, tracing a calloused fingertip along the inside of your thigh, relishing in the way you squirmed under his touch. He waddled around on the bed on his knees until he was in front of you, placing his palms flat on the bed on either side of your hips, lowering himself closer.

He let out a soft grunt as he maneuvered himself so he was laying on his stomach, his hands curving from the sides of your thighs to the tops of them. The backs of your thighs rested on his shoulders while he held you in place, and kissed along your stomach. You let out a quiet whine when you felt his stubble tickle you, sliding your fingers into his hair and tugging at the dark strands. Though his eyes were closed, he knew every spot that made you squirm. His lips moved with practiced skill, gliding along your soft skin, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs. Your breath hitched when he pulled back and blew on your soft cunt, watching as his eyes dilate after seeing your pussy pulse at the gesture.

Just when you thought he was gonna dive in, he hesitated. Instead, Daryl decided he wanted to tease you more, turning his head to kiss your inner thighs. Your legs closed around his head instinctively to which he bit your flesh gently, his eyes darted to the side to look up at you. His large hands encased around your soft thighs and pulled them apart once again, continuing to pepper kissed along the inner parts on your thighs, using his tongue to lick swirls into them. A whiney sigh escaped your mouth, dragging your fingers through his hair which made him groan and look up at you through his lashes. The sight made you close your legs around his head again, but this time he allowed it. His eyes were narrowed from the angle, his hair messy around his face and covered part of his eyes while his lips remained parted. You bit your lip, brushing his hair out of his face. Your thumb rubbed against his cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Daryl…” you whispered, “I love you.”

“Mmh, love ya too.” He muttered before tilting his head down and placing a kiss onto your wet folds. A small gasp left your mouth while your fingers harshly pulled at his hair. He growled against your pussy, pressing his lips dangerously close to your clit but purposefully avoiding it. You whined as he surrounded the area around your clit with kisses, his fingers pinching the outsides of your thighs. You twisted his hair in your fingers once more, his eyes glaring up at you which didn’t help the aching heat between your legs. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he pulled your thighs away from his head, spreading you open for him. He didn’t look away as his tongue darted out, dipping his head to lick a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves before pulling back. You whimpered, wanting to close your legs but he held you open while the corner of his lips curled a little at your reaction.

“Ya so taste good, beautiful.” He murmured before finally looking down at your pussy, breathing in before lowering his head once again. You sharply inhaled when his tongue made contact with your clit, his stubble pleasantly scratching at your pussy. A moan ripped itself from your throat when he sucked around the sensitive nerves, making you pull his locks. His eyes were closed while he devoured you, his tongue flattening and sinking into your folds. Your back arched as you moaned, feeling him smirk as he plunged his tongue deeper into your folds. The wet muscle circled around your entrance, dipping in a little to tease you before finally moving into you.

His eyes looked up at you again, but you were far gone in pleasure to even notice. Your head was back against the pillows, eyes rolled back, and lips parted to let out those pretty noises of pleasure Daryl strived to make you do. He pulled back to flick his tongue hastily around your clit, feeling his dick throb at the sounds of your wails. A hand left your thigh so he could adjust himself in his pants, groaning against your pussy which sent vibrations of pleasure up your body. He pressed his face into your pussy, his tongue moved rapidly through your folds, his nose rubbing against your clit.

“Oh fuck! Daryl!” You cried, curling your fingers into his already tangled hair. He growled against your weeping pussy, rubbing his face into you. The feeling of his warm breath against you made your toes curl, your thighs shaking as you tried to close them in around his head. His hands moved under your knees, pushing your thighs up to your chest while he continued to devour you. Your whines and cries of pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by him, his tongue lapping at your clit. Your legs shook in painful bliss from the overstimulation of your clit, his grip on your thighs tight as he held them against your body. You tried thrashing around, the buildup of your orgasm rapidly approaching.

His lips wrapped around your clit while his hand dragged down to dip into your wetness, pumping two fingers into you. Now that, drove you crazy. The feeling of his fingers driving in and out of you, coupled by his lips sucking on your sensitive nub made you close to coming on his face. Then his other hand left your legs, giving you the freedom to wrap them around his head while you pulled his hair.

Then you felt it, his free hand tickled up your body and over to your breast. So now there were three components contributing to your pleasure, his mouth around your clit, two fingers in your pussy, and now a hand playing and teasing your breasts. You felt your vision go blurry, and then black. Seeing the stars while you let out a loud cry of ecstasy, coming right there. His fingers pulled out of you but eventually joined his other hand up at your tits.

The vision of you was something Daryl loved to see every time he got you like this. Your head was thrown back against the pillow while your hair framed your head perfectly, eyes rolled back and eventually shut, your skin flushed a light hue of pink with little droplets of sweat, and finally your lips parted. The little unintentional sighs and whines from those lips that he had to strain to hear were his favourite thing to hear. He knew just how much power he held over you.

You came back to your senses, lifting your head off the pillow to look down at him. Shivering to see he was already looking at you, his pupils blown wide with lust as he slurped up all the remnants of your pleasure. You gently pushed his hair out of his face, and whimpered when he pressed one last kiss to your clit and took his hands away from your body before sitting up on his knees. He watched your blissed out expression with a lustful expression of his own, licking his lips and then wiping the rest of your nectar with his arm.

“That good fer ya baby?” He whispered, leaning over you to press a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. You practically sobbed against his lips, feeling him chuckle against yours before pulling back to kiss your jaw. “I’ll take tha’ as a yes. You were delicious,” he growled against your ear before biting your earlobe. You bit your lip to spare yourself any embarrassment from any noise that threatened to leave your mouth at that moment, closing your eyes as you lay there in your post-coital bliss.

You felt him move away from over you, the weight in the bed shifting to next to you. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckle before the sound of his pants shuffled down. Once you finally opened your eyes, you turned to your right to see him hovering next to you. His cock rock-hard in his hand as he guided it to your lips, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips.

“Hungry?”

[m4nj1r0s]

Hanma relationship headcannons

- He definitely pulls, so he’s been with a ton of girls. None of them lasted more than 2 months, and he just used them. You were supposed to just be another girl he used then tossed away, but he ended up staying. You were fun, and he needed more people apart from Kisaki to annoy.

- This mf is definitely annoying. Can and WILL ask you if you’re on your period whenever your mad (he knows you aren’t, he’s probably being creepy and tracking your cycle too.).

- The boys in Valhalla probably ask him for advice with girls. His advice is bad.

- “Girls hate it when they call you and you don’t pick up straight away. So if you can’t answer your woman, just switch your phone off. She can’t question you if you do that.”

- “When you guys go out, don’t pay. Let the girl pay, or you’re executing toxic masculinity, and she won’t like that. You guys need to be more woke.”

- He KNOWS his advice is bad, which is why he doesn’t use any of those tips with you. If you guys go out, none of you are paying. He’ll dine and dash. Want something from a shop? Distract the guy at the counter and he’ll grab it and run.

- At this point in your relationship, he’ll probably catch feelings and he won’t just randomly dump you over text.

- When Halloween rolls around, you two prank call Kisaki and literally everyone in Valhalla.

- Despite how annoying he is, he never forgets a special occasion. He’ll act like he did only to surprise you later. Probably got you a pet chicken for your birthday but then you made him take it back because he stole it.

- Would rather DIE than admit he gets jealous whenever you interact with boys. Not just any boys, but specifically those nice guys who are sensitive and are genuinely sweet to girls.

- He can’t be like that, he’ll forever have a reputation of playing around with girls and being a womanizer. Even if he’s in a dedicated relationship with you, he still gets paranoid you might realize that you deserve better and leave him.

- Definitely high maintenance when he catches feelings. Texts you 20 times a day and expects you to reply and have a conversation with him.

- Has a bad habit of sneaking into your room whilst you’re asleep and standing over you until you wake up to scare you.

- Refuses to stop until you move in with him, and one day you do!

- Leaves empty noodle cups, dirty socks and drinking glasses all around your shared room. He won’t even help to clean, he’ll just give you a big ass grin and promise not to do it again.

- Likes to catch you off-guard, like twice a year he writes you a very meaningful poem and leaves it in the pocket of a piece of clothing you wear a lot. He expects you to give him tons of kisses whenever he does.

- Doesn’t stop talking about you to Kisaki. It’s always “Oh yeah, Y/N likes that.” “I wonder what she’s doing right now..” “Y/N says she doesn’t like you.”

- Yes, he does tell people you are pretending to like but don’t actually that you dislike them. So you probably shouldn’t tell him if you don’t like someone..

- Accuses Kisaki of being jealous whenever he tells Hanma to shut up. “Jeez, Kisaki! If you want a girlfriend, I’ll be your trusted wingman. First off, make sure to disappear randomly to make yourself mysterious, girls love that…”