#Disposable Cups for Hot Drinks

[tnepapercup]

Hot sale disposable paper corrugated wall cup tea hot drink

[irisintheafterglow]

thoughts are thonkin' about summer camp counselor!gojo

"hmm, let's go with truth."

"do you like any of the other counselors?" ooohhhh. the children in the circle around you lean forward in anticipation. you can practically see the excitement in their eyes and you coyly dodge the question, well aware their reactions would be less than satisfied.

"oh, yeah! i like all the counselors!" you chirp happily and the kids groan, protesting 'not like that!' or 'you know what we mean!' you ignore them and push on, continuing, "shoko's basically my best friend, and i actually met her through this camp a long time ago; geto always lets me borrow his hairties; nanami...i guess i appreciate him for trying his best and coming back year after year." a few of the older campers from the cabin nanami always took charge of (because "they were more mature," in his eyes) snicker at your commentary on their favorite grumpy counselor, but one little girl in a purple tie-dyed shirt persists. you recognize her as one of geto's immediately; he always called dibs on playing 'mother' for the littlest ones in camp.

"what about counselor gojo?" her eyes are big and curious, still intrigued by your answers even when the rest of the group has moved on.

"remember, you can only ask one question per turn," nanami announces blandly from across the circle, though you do notice that the edge to his voice is gentler than usual. as much as he complains about the energy of the younger campers, he always seemed to be softer with them; though, you've never commented on it for fear of him becoming self-aware.

"he's right. that's two questions, my friend," you reply kindly, quickly moving the hot seat to the next camper, one of shoko's wearing a brown camp shirt. "alright, looks like it's your turn. truth or dare?"

"i hope you rascals are behaving. it's laps around the tennis courts if you're not." the front door to the main house opens and shuts, shoko entering with a train of middle schoolers at her heels. they'd embarked into the summer night to retrieve a camper's water bottle that was left at the edge of the lake. now that she's returned, her group eagerly makes room for her and the rest of their cabin until the circle nearly covers the entire living room. "they have behaved, right?"

"of course," you confirm. "they've been nothing but angels since you left." shoko hums and raises her eyebrows once, unamused. "what, you don't believe me?"

"nah, just that gojo's kids must not be here yet." you fight down the smirk that wants to appear on your face when, at the exact moment shoko comments on their absence, the loudest and rowdiest cabin arrives at the house. "speak of the devil-"

"i literally just got relaxed," mumbles suguru while he sits down with a disposable cup of warm tea from the kitchen. his girls lean over to see what he's drinking, asking if they can try some too. "later, later. let's all make room for counselor gojo's cabin, my friends."

"oi, wipe the dirt from your shoes or i throw you in the lake!" his cabin drawls out a half-hearted response, stamping on the welcome mat before filing into the living room. gojo's voice was still outside on the front porch. over the years, you learned he always took up the rear when his cabin was on the move, letting the most energetic of the bunch lead from the front and herding any stragglers at the back. according to your girls, he was the notorious 'hot camp counselor' that all the cabins fawned over. they called him charming, blushing over how carefree he was and how handsome he was when he smiled. you tried not to feed into any rumors about you and gojo having a thing for each other...

but he made it pretty difficult when he shimmied into the seat next to you and stared at you like there weren't several dozen children watching your every move.

"hi. you come here often?" he greets with a blinding smile before turning to the rest of the group. "so, what are we playing?" he sits with his legs crossed and one arm propped up behind you, the arm closest to you so that it occasionally brushes your shoulder. you shoot him a look of warning and he winks at you, going back to camp counselor mode in a split second. "this looks like a great truth or dare circle."

"it was, but there might be too many friends to play that game now. plus, we were only playing it to kill time," suguru says. the current number of campers made it hard to entertain everyone with a simple game like truth or dare, so it was up to the counselors to figure out a different game.

"i think kamo and todo's groups are still at the pool," shoko reminds everyone. "nanami and i can take a group over if you wanna go." a camper from nanami's cabin raises his hand.

"but aren't we still waiting for counselor haibara?" nanami shakes his head, the keys attached to his yellow leopard print lanyard jangling around his neck.

"counselor haibara's cabin is on dishes duty tonight. they're probably gonna go straight to bed when they're done."

"which will be soon for all of you, especially you little ones," you point out, glancing at the girls falling asleep on either side of suguru. all of the conscious campers grumble and you smile. they had so much fun every day of camp that they never wanted to go to sleep. "c'mon, you have to sleep if you still wanna do s'mores at the bonfire tomorrow." this raises their spirits a little bit and they come to the consensus that they need to play one more game before they go to sleep.

"alright kids, whatcha wanna play?" satoru folds his sunglasses and sticks them on the collar of his camp shirt. you ignore the way his bicep flexes under the rainbow tie-dyed fabric, willing the heat in your cheeks to dissipate. "there's heads up seven up, mafia, assassin-"

"can you tell us one of your stories, counselor gojo?"

"yeah, tell us a story from when you guys were campers." you can hear the gears turning in satoru's head and you lay a hand on his shoulder before he can launch into his tale.

"hold on, just so we're clear: you get a story instead of a game, is that okay with everyone? if we're not done by," you glance at the clock, "9:30, we'll save the rest of the story for tomorrow night, good?" the entire group nods their agreement, aside from the littlest ones who were dozing in suguru's arms. the kids get comfortable, leaning on each other and wrapping sweaters around their bodies like blankets. "take it away, then," you say to satoru.

"cool! i think i'm gonna tell you all about how i confessed to my camp crush," he states and you catch every other counselor in the room roll their eyes. somewhere across camp, a shiver probably ran up haibara's spine. evidently, satoru notices too, as he points at the rest of the counselors accusingly and says, "hey, just because you've heard this before doesn't mean i don't get to tell it again!"

"we didn't just hear it before, gojo," shoko says, rolling her eyes. "we were literally there." their beloved counselors becoming like characters in a fairy tale entice the kids even more to listen.

"so, a long, long time ago-"

"like when the dinosaurs were alive?"

"hey, i'm not that old," he frowns and the kids break into giggles. "anyways, a really long time ago, i had the biggest crush on another camper. the first time i saw them was at the lake. i was so shocked by them that i fell off my paddleboard."

"no way!"

"aww, that's so cute!"

"it's true," comments suguru after a sip from his tea. "i was in a kayak right next to him and he was so distracted, he ran into a rock and flew forward." more laughter echoes around the room and you even see nanami trying to hide a small smile.

"so, how'd you start talking to them?" you ask with a sparkle in your eyes.

"that's the thing," satoru continues, waving his arms around in dramatic gestures for emphasis. "for a while, i didn't even talk to them. i was so nervous and they were so pretty, like they were totally out of my league!"

"i don't think anyone's out of your league, counselor gojo," swoons one of the little ones from suguru's cabin. "i bet that person had a crush on you too, but you didn't know it!"

"that's very nice of you to say," satoru replies, briefly meeting suguru's eyes. suguru shrugs over the lid of his cup, his face an expression along the lines of 'i didn't teach them to be that friendly to you.'

"when did you actually start talking to them, counselor gojo?"

"yeah, and what did you talk about?"

"did you kiss them-"

"or did they kiss you first?"

"ew, kissing! gross!" the group teeters on the edge of falling into chaos, but it's exactly where satoru thrives.

"wait, wait, wait. too many questions, friends." all attention in the room snaps back to him. "and for the record, i did not kiss them the first time i talked to them," satoru reiterates with a nervous chuckle.

"then what did you talk about?"

"the easiest thing to talk about when you're here at camp," he replies. "i asked them if they wanted to see the stars with me." the lightbulbs blink to life in each camper's head and they grin in understanding. the area's constellations and views of space were always a fan-favorite, no matter the year. it was the one event every single camper and counselor looked forward to, and each person had a designated 'space buddy' to look at the stars with (and to also ensure no one wandered off in the dark woods alone). "i asked if they wanted to be my space buddy and, thankfully, they said yes."

"who was usually your space buddy, counselor gojo?" suguru wordlessly raises his hand on the other side of the circle. "wait, then who was counselor geto's space buddy?"

"it's how we became friends, actually," answers shoko. "counselor gojo stole my usual space buddy, so i had to partner with someone else."

"aww, that's so cute! wait..." the dots start to connect in the campers' minds and you stiffen, praying they didn't see the connection between the earlier truth-or-dare question and shoko's explanation. one of the older kids narrows his eyes at you, flicking between you and satoru with great suspicion.

"didn't you say earlier that shoko was your-" one of the littles can't hold their question and interjects before the big kid can finish their sudden inquiry.

"counselor shoko, who was your usual space buddy?"

"oh, it was always my best friend," she says without hesitation, looking over at you innocently. "and, if you didn't already know, my best friend is-"

"it's 9:30, big kids pack it up," nanami cuts in and you exhale, wiping your clammy palms on your shorts. a glance at satoru reveals him as suave as ever, but you do notice the single bead of sweat running down the side of his temple. "don't complain. you're already out later than i usually let you."

"that goes for you too, my littles," suguru says, ushering the sleepy children out the door after the bigs. "night, guys," he waves before stepping outside.

"we should probably get going, too. we'll tell the rest of this story tomorrow." as shoko's cabin leaves, satoru catches your eye.

"you wanna head out first or should we?"

"we can head out together, no? our cabins are right next to each other." the tiniest smirk appears on satoru's face.

"sounds good, you lead the way."

as both your group and satoru's walk out of the main house, you linger behind and let your kids navigate back to the cabin. when you're sure none of the kids are watching, you casually brush your hand against satoru's. he reacts immediately, lacing his fingers in yours and giving your hand a squeeze.

"hi, boyfriend," you say low enough that only he can hear.

"two more days," he mutters mostly to himself. "two more days and then i have you back to myself."

"c'mon, shouldn't we give back to the camp that brought us together in the first place?" you keep your voice as quiet as possible to not draw attention from the kids, your conversation blending with the sounds of the swaying forest and calling birds. "it's good karma, don't you think?"

"sure. doesn't mean i don't get mad when i can't love on you." you can hear satoru pouting even when you can't completely see his face. "are we ever gonna tell them about us? it's been a few years; most of the little ones we knew first are with nanami now."

"maybe we can tell them tomorrow. give them a little brain exercise trying to figure out who was your space buddy on that fateful night," you tease. he bumps his shoulder against yours, daring to sneak a kiss on your cheek. "satoru-"

"i know, i know. i just need reassurance that you're still mine, sometimes." the light of the cabins come into view and you reluctantly pull away from satoru. "ouch," he winces like he has a rock in his shoe. "i don't like that at all."

"what, me not holding your hand anymore?"

"mhmm, so don't be surprised if i tell the campers tomorrow," he says with an air of finality. "i'll take the teasing and the pestering as long as you're okay with it. i just can't take not being able to kiss you."

"of course i'm fine with it," you nod, finally catching up to your groups. you give them the signal to go inside and get ready for bed, stalling outside with satoru until you run out of time. "i'll see you in the morning, counselor gojo." he makes a gagging face that forces you to cover up a snort with a fake cough.

"if that sleeping bag isn't warm enough, you know where to find me," he says with a smirk as you begin to walk away. his body moves before his mind knows it, catching you by the wrist before you're too far. "hey. i love you." his gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. he was so desperately trying not to kiss you.

"i love you too," you murmur, seeing more sparkle in his eyes than in all of the campground. "sweet dreams, my love."

"sweet dreams, space buddy."

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[iheartmapi]

A fluffy surprise

Mapi Leon x reader

Summary: After finishing work you want to enjoy some fresh air before coming home, while on a walk you notice a poor stray kitten, you take it in but how will Mapi react?

Fluff.

TW: kitten in a bad situation, mentions of death (very brief ones tho),

Word summary: 1,565

At last, your shift was approaching its end, you stared tiredly at your computers screen, yawning you finally turned it off. It was time for you to get back home, you were dreaming of a warm bath to ease the tension in your muscles and bones from sitting at your desk all day.

As you stood up from your seat you stretched awkwardly, hearing a couple of crunches here and there, your eyes scanned over your almost empty desk, it was kind of a sad sight to be honest..save for the framed picture of you and your girlfriend together, Mapi was looking at the camera whilst you kissed her cheek affectionately, you smiled at the photo before taking your bag along with your employee ID.

You made your way to the elevator, going down onto the ground floor, at the bottom you said goodbye to a couple of work colleagues before finally leaving.

Mapi would be still busy at this point at time..you hadn’t got much to do at home all alone, so you decided to visit your beloved cafe, some time has passed since the last time you went there, after all you were busy with your work as well as Mapi with hers.

You walked down the lively streets, the chatter of cars and reinventions in the distance ringing in your ears..with purpose you neared the desired street, a couple of shops down you could see the shield of your cafe already.

Finally you grasped the cafe’s glass doors handel and came inside, looking around the comfy and boho-inspired cafe memories of your time spent here alone, outings with friends and dates with Mapi came back to you, you smiled as you reminisced, making your way over to the counter with a smile on your face, there clearly weren’t a lot of clients today so the barista came up to take your order immediately. During your walk here you had decided on getting yourself a take out Latte.

After a very short period of waiting you got handed your hot cup.

As you stood in front of the cafe’s entrance again you looked down at the forest green disposable cup in your hand, your name written with a black sharpie and an extra heart next to it clear on it.

What better way to drink it than whilst on a walk at the picturesque park close to the cafe? And so, in a not hurried manner you strolled towards the park.

Your eyes moved along the greenery around you, for a change you were now surrounded with the sounds of birds singing and leaves rustling, it was very different from the city’s music filled with drunken shouting and cars honking.

You approached a tiny garden space in the middle filled with beautiful and vibrant-coloured flowers, you read the confusing labels they had next to them..sadly you did not understand the Latin terminology at all, but well, you enjoyed them anyway…then you were sure you heard something a bit weird, like a quiet weep? You turned away from the flowers, perhaps someone’s kid just fell from their bike or something..but there were practically no people around, as you were then sure that you probably just mistook something it was heard again, this time more clearly.

It wasn’t a kid weeping, it rather sounded like an animal, a cat to be precise, it was very high pitched though…so a kitten then.

You took a couple of steps towards where you think the sounds were coming from…and there it was, your eyes widened, but the surprise quickly turned into a look of pure sadness at what you saw. A little kitten was barely holding itself up, your heart broke into little pieces, what happend to this poor thing? It was skinny, dirty and disheveled, looking like a painting of pure melancholy and pain.

You crouched down carefully, not wanting to scare the kitten away, though by one glance you were sure the little animal didn’t even have enough strength to run away from you, so you slowly inched towards it…

You managed to take hold of the kitten, holding it with extreme precision, you didn’t want to put it in any more pain, the kitty was so poor, it’s big eyes glassy, it’s thinness telling you how starved it must be.

You stood back up, kitten cradled in your arms.

“You poor thing…” you murmured to yourself, the kitten only mewed in response.

So here you were now. Back at your flat, your main concern was getting the kitty back in a healthy shape. The first thing on your list was washing it, it must’ve gone through hell trying to survive in the city, that’s the story it’s dirty fur told you. So you got some lukewarm water in your sink (not too much) a soft sponge and shampoo which’s ingredient list proved to be safe for the animal…you gently washed it’s fur, later carefully drying it…you were a bit stressed about literally everything, the last thing you wanted was to hurt the poor pet.

Then the next obvious step was feeding it, you brought it into the kitchen, giving it some canned cat food (you and Mapi already had a cat so that’s why you had it in the first place) surely the kitty ate it with vigour, you couldn’t blame it, if you were starving you’d eat everything that got into your hands first as fast as you could to quench the cruel hunger…

You made sure to take care of the kitten, doing everything with precise and carefulness. After it ate and drank it feel asleep in your lap, you sat still like a marble statue, assuring it to get its much needed sleep.

Now came the hard part…what would Mapi think? You literally just took some random kitten off the street to help it..and besides you already had a cat, sure maybe cats weren’t human children but they still were a responsibility for the two of you. But what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t just leave it to surely die on the streets sooner or later. You couldn’t save every poor cat but at least you could help this one out..

An hour later…you heard the front door lock turning, yep, it was Mapi…and time to explain the situation to your girlfriend.

“I’m back!” You heard Mapi yell from the hallway. “Uh…Hey love, can you come here?” You couldn’t get up to greet her, the kitten was still asleep in your lap. Then you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to the living room, Mapi appeared in the doorframe “What’s up, nena?” Mapi asked as she threw her bag from training onto the floor, “Um, I actually don’t really know how to tell you this-“ you started, stumbling over your words, your girlfriend came closer to the armchair you were sitting on, confusion appeared on her features, after a while she spoke up “Did something happen, Y/n?” She raised an eyebrow, you wanted to find words to explain but you just sighed and pointed down onto your lap.

This confused Mapi even more but sure enough she saw the tiny animal sleeping on your lap. She didn’t say anything for a good while neither did you.

“Y/n?”

“Listen Mapi I was in the park and I just saw it- you don’t even know how starved and dirty it was before!” You had to explain it to her somehow, she didn’t look mad but clearly a bit confused and mixed. “I..I guess I understand but I don’t know Y/n…we already have a cat, you know how it is” she answered, like a calm parent trying to explain to their child why they couldn’t just keep a stray dog or random frog they found.

You were about to say something back but then felt something stirring on your lap, it was the kitten, stretching its small limbs..it seemed as though it was waking up finally.

As Mapi saw that you had focused on something else she looked down at the kitty as well.

The small animal started meowing at you, it seemed although it has gained some strength thanks to you. You delicately cradled it in your arms, standing up and movie closer to your girlfriend.

“Listen Mapi I don’t want to sound like some annoying kid- but look at it!” You refuted, she looked at the kitty, she seemed to be debating something inside her head now.

“Y/n…oh I just don’t know” she faltered, bringing her pointer finger towards the kitten, it curiously wrapped its tiny paws around it, licking her digit. Mapi chuckled.

“Yeah it’s pretty cute, can’t lie” you smiled observing the interaction “I knew you’d warm up to her, come on I’m sure our cat won’t mind a new sibling…this little one would’ve died out there I’m sure” you kept on begging her.

Mapi looked back up at you, after a moment she sighed and answered. “Fine…we can keep her..or him…” she said.

“Are you ready though?” Mapi started petting the kitten cautiously “It’s a kitten..a baby, it’ll be even more work”

“I’m sure my supervisor will grant me some maternal leave” you joked

Mapi chuckled “that was a good one…you know I’m used to me being the one begging you for things like a child most of the time” she added

“There’s always time for changes”

[pumpkinbxtch]

-ˋˏ blame it (on the alcohol)

— percy jackson x daughter of ares!reader

☆ radiostar is playing: blame it by jamie foxx ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

warnings: alcohol consumption, intense makeout & language.

n/a: I was looking for someone who best suited this fic and Percy was my answer. this is a kind of mad makeout 'cause reader and percy don't get along. ready girls? go

Percy had been drinking too much, an argument with his father had him clutching the beer can with enough force to make his knuckles go white. Stupid oceanic rules, stupid gossiping gods, screw it all. He took another sip of the drink and tried to relax his jaw, which had been as tense as a bear trap. Barely enough light to maneuver through the crowd without bumping shoulders, not that he cared much at the moment anyway, so he made his way to the living room where everyone was dancing. He wondered if drowning himself in the music could make him forget his troubles, was almost willing to entertain the idea until he saw you. Shit, did he really have to run into you right now?

Almost simultaneously, you caught his eye from across the room and smirked, that way Percy couldn't stand. You raised your drink in the air in a greeting gesture, and he huffed, looking away. Your interactions as sweet as ever. Now his night was ruined, and he'd have to leave not even half as drunk as he wanted to be, but the sea of people he'd have to navigate through again kept him in place.

“Just finish this drink and I'm out,” he swore to himself, not very convincingly. That's how the son of Poseidon found himself postponing his departure for over an hour. Beer after beer and drink after drink, he found himself mixing various types of alcohol. The fact that he could still string coherent words together without slurring made him curse his semi-divine metabolism. His green eyes scanned the room, maybe he was looking for you, just out of curiosity, and that's when he spotted you not far from him, dancing. He deliberately sat on the arm of the sofa and leaned back against the wooden wall, watching you.

It angered him that you were there, he hated the children of Ares and their irreverent ways. The way you looked at him earlier told him you knew he'd had a shitty day, rumors spread fast. Now, even having left the camp to have a moment of peace, he couldn't shake it off. 

He gripped his disposable cup tighter. He hated you and hated the way you treated him, but he detested even more the way your legs glistened with sweat or the way your dress lifted, giving him a glimpse of your thighs. He must have been crazy to be so focused on that, but knew he had definitely lost his mind when realized he was walking towards you.

You smiled as if you had been waiting for him for a long time, as if you knew he would end up walking towards you, and he felt another pang of anger.

He looked terribly hot, standing there holding the cup with one hand while the other gripped the pocket of his jeans, with a grumpy face and messy hair. Made you bite your lip, and you took his forearm, inviting him to dance.

He would have refused, if it weren't for the soothing contact he felt when your warm skin touched his. He downed the drink in one go and tossed the cup somewhere only the gods knew, couldn't wait to put his hands on your waist and pull you close to him.

— Running away from your problems, Jackson?— You murmured, standing on tiptoes to reach his ear, and he snorted. He gripped your hips, moving them to the rhythm of the music or to his own whim, just to feel control over you, and for the first time, you gave him that pleasure.

—None of your business —he snapped, eyes darkening from the alcohol's effect. He leaned challengingly towards you, you caught his typical sea and cologne scent that only he could wear so well. Your stomach twisted, and you eagerly grabbed the fabric of that plaid shirt he wore over his t-shirt. He smirked.

He was winning, you were losing, and for the first time, you didn't care.

Still, you had to do something, so you turned around, adjusting his heavy hands on you. You started swaying your hips, rubbing your ass against his jeans. Instead of being startled, he pressed himself against you, and nestled his chin on your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck made you tilt your head back, hitting his shoulder.

You knew you’d end up like this eventually, you hated each other, runnin' away from each other, but the tension that was growing up between you only someday win over you. You were a daughter of Ares, you knew hate wasn't far from of passion, in the end, it was a very thin, almost invisible line.

You felt his lips on your neck and how the tension break in an instant; becoming voracious and totally carnal. It didn't take long before he had you pinned against the wall in some corner of someone's house while he devoured your neck. You controlled small moans, although truth be told, in that hustle and bustle no one would notice, nor care. Two more people making out at a party full of drunks?

Your hands eagerly slipped under Percy's shirt, groping blindly as he left kisses on your collarbone until you hugged him under the fabric, impatient to have him closer. He groaned in your ear and made you tilt your head back to give him more space. Your hips rose to clash against his, and he pushed you to be totally plastered against the wall again.

—Behave — he demanded against your ear, and you let out a small whimper. He smiled arrogantly and gave a wet kiss on your cheek. He stroked you with his nose, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with sweat, just teasing you.

Desperation grew in your stomach, and impulsively you buried your hands in his hair, forcing him to look at you, noses colliding and the smell of alcohol mingling with yours. The sober part of your mind wanted to stop and think if it was a good idea, but you were too lazy to reflect when you were so hot, so you kissed him hungrily.

Percy smiled against your lips and let out some huffs when he lacked air, kissing you annoyed, frustrated even he was frowning. He hugged you by the waist to keep you even closer, he felt his lips intertwining and bit your lower lip, making you hiss, he could barely control himself. He growled when he felt you now biting his lip. His head spun with each kiss, with each touch and caress. In no time he couldn't shake the feeling of your body against his, and he squeezed your body even tighter, you just reacted the same way.

Percy felt the anger of finding it pleasurable, of wanting more and having to accept that it was the best makeout session he'd had in a while, and all with you. He didn't want to accept it, so he blame it on the alcohol.

—ffuck, yesterday i drank too much — he said the next day in the dining hall, he looked tired, and a scar was noticeable near the corner of his mouth. From a few meters, you smiled and approached.

—Me too!— you chirped teasingly, obviously poking your nose into other people's conversation. You did know better, you covered your scar with make up.

Percy rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to look at you while nibbling his blueberry pancakes. His friends didn't suspect anything, of all your little daily fights, nothing was new anymore. You held the tray tighter and walked away from them with a smile. So scandalous, so funny, hope gods wanted it to happen again.

[suguae]

What you need.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ notes ࿐ྂ Emo!Choso x stoner!reader, smoking, drinking, Oral, Female receiving, Strangers to lovers?, creampie, p in v. characters are ooc! Not proofread. I'm taking request so please send I'm running out of ideas smh...

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"You’re going–whether you like it or not.” Nobara applied some lip gloss, checking her outfit one more time. The last place you ever saw yourself was at this frat party. Nobara on the other hand begged you to go. Ever since you met Nobara, she pursued you to open up more. Going out to clubs, parties, and even just shopping, which you still hate doing. You were just really lazy, never wanting to leave the dorms. As Nobara would say, a rotting potato. 

“Give me 5–” “No this is gonna take more than 5.” She grabbed your wrist and threw you into the bathroom. Nobara does your hair cutely while you gulp down a very much needed energy drink. She grabs a pair of jeans that still had the tag on and gives you a judging look.“Seriously y/n?” She chuckles while you look confused. She chucked the pants at your face, now looking for a perfect top. 

“You look—mwah perfect!” She claps her hands together proud of the outcome. Different from your usual hoodies and plaid pj pants look topped off with a messy bun. You grab your purse and spray a bit of perfume before exiting the door with Nobara.

You take a hit from the small pink disposable. You only hated parties because you weren’t good with crowds, so taking a puff of the weed pen definitely always helped with the stress. Nobara was always against it but at this point she gave up, only leaving the windows open in her car to fume the smell out. “It’s not gonna be that bad, I promise.” She gives you a reassuring smile. 

“I promise, my ass.” You mumble walking through the crowd already parted ways from Nobara. You weren’t mad that she left, because who were you to stop her from having fun. Your body was already fuzzy from the indica strain you hit less than 10 minutes ago. “Y/n what the hell?” you turn to see Todo with Yuji by his side. You softly smile as Todo leads you to the back where it had been quieter and less abrupt. 

“We honestly never thought you’d come to one of these.” Yuji says passing you a drink filled with god knows what. “No offense but couldn’t even tell that was you, you look amazing.” Todo wraps his arm around your shoulder. “ouch—” you clench onto your chest as if you were hurt by his words. 

“Wanna join us? We’re about to play cup pong inside.” Yuji asked. Going back in there would be hell, but out here was filled with people making out and a little smoke circle. “I’ll be there in a few, I’ll stay out here for now.” They shrugged it off and walked back inside to the real party. You sat with the little circle of people who had been passing around a blunt. 

“You know my little brother?” you turn to look at who’d been talking to you while you waited for your turn. His eyes were sunken and dark, but red due to the weed. His voice was deep and his head leaned on some random freakishly hot girl. “Um–who?” you questioned who he’d been talking about. He cleared his throat before picking his head up to get a better look at you. 

“Yuji.” He passes you the joint. Yuji? Had an older brother? An older brother that was 100x hotter than him. Not even looking remotely similar. “Oh..yeah.” you take a deep puff before passing it onto some other person. “Y/n, seriously?” you turn around to see Nobara rushing to pull you away from the group. “What?” You look back at the circle as Nobara pulls you inside. 

“Not Yuji’s brother, he and his friends are weird.” She closes the back door while leading you into the kitchen to grab another drink. “Listen, I'm just trying to have fun like you told me.” You were a bit surprised at why she pulled you away, wouldn't she want this?

“They're weird, like a cult kind of…” she giggled, fixing her makeup on her little hand mirror while you took a sip from the red cup. Nobara was very judgmental though, judging people before she even knew them.

Now you stood in the kitchen alone. “Where’s that little friend of yours?” Yuji’s brother spoke, catching you off guard. He was inches away from you hovering over you. You noticed how he had some piercings, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing and some ear piercings. His finger nails were painted black and to top it off he smelled amazing. The strong cologne taking over your nose, mixed with the smell of the weed. “Somewhere.” You yelled due to the loud music. 

“She doesn’t like me.” He laughed bringing the red cup up to his face for a sip. “I assumed.” you dryly respond looking everywhere but his eyes. “Wanna get out of here?” stranger danger? You didn’t even know his name yet, and he’s asking you if you wanted to leave with him. “Kamo Choso.” He held out his hand finally introducing himself, seeing the uncertain look on your face.

You softly shake it, “Y/n..L/n” What could be the worst to happen? After all, you weren’t even enjoying yourself here. 

“Fuck~” a whispered moan coming out of your mouth, tugging onto Choso’s hair. Hearing the lewd noises coming from his mouth as he slurps the juices from your aching pussy. His tongue explores places you never knew of. One hand grasping your waist as the other wraps around your thigh. You couldn’t help but close your thighs tightly around Choso’s head, the pleasure overstimulating you. “I’m gonna cum–” Your hands pressing Choso’s head deeper than he already was feeling your high getting closer and closer with each movement in Choso’s tongue. The milky substance droops down Choso’s chin as he pulls away. Deeply breathing making his way on top of you. 

One minute you two are laughing about some random shit and the next he’s eating you out in his brother's bedroom in the noisy frat house. The music was muffled. His lips intertwined with yours, tasting the cum from your pussy on his tongue. His hands roaming your body, you slide off his shirt having the perfect view of his light 6 pack. 

He breaks the kiss to slide his black sweatpants, his long cock springing out hitting his stomach. “I don’t have a condom…” he huffs looking at you. You point at your arm as your breath is unsteady. He rubs the tip of his cock onto your clit, teasing you. The pathetic moans escaping your mouth as you grab his face, leaving sloppy pecks on his lips. “Where the hell were you all my life.” He watches your lips form into the ‘O’ shape while he slides his cock against your folds. This was pure perfection to him. You were a drug to him. Once his eyes landed on you, there was no turning back. “Want me to fuck you?” He whispers leaving a little nibble on your ear. He was getting ready to slip himself into your wet cunt before you stopped him. “What’s the matter—we can stop if you want…” He worriedly looked at you. He was respectful too? “No–I wan’t ride you.”

“Fuck y/n…” He whimpers as you jump up and down on his dick. His hands tightly gripping your hips while his eyes travel to your boobs bouncing up and down.Your head leaned back as you moaned. Feeling you hit the spot every time you pounced. “Let me see that beautiful face, yeah?” His hand leaves your waist as his thumb rubs the bottom of your lip. Slipping his thumb into your moist lips. Sucking his finger as you bounce on him persistently. 

You feel his cock splurt out his jizz inside your pussy, still hopping on his like a bunny as you feel your high reach. Finally you throw yourself next to him while the white mixed liquids run down your cunt. Both of you breathe in sync trying to process everything that just happened. You grab your clothes and change the bathroom of Yuji’s room while Choso cleaned up the mess. 

“Want to head back to my place?” Choso recommended in hope of you saying yes. You followed closely behind him as you two were making your way out of Yuji’s room. You smiled and grabbed his hand, “Why not?” 

The door opened revealing Yuji getting ready to open it with some girl behind him, His eyes wide watching you and his brother leave his room. Hair messy, runny makeup and the atmosphere was just so clear. You two didn’t bother to explain, leaving Yuji dumbfounded.

[saturnhani]

i've got you

content: leehan x gn!reader, fluff, reader takes care of leehan! word count: 508 a/n: hi everyone 🥺 i am so, deeply sorry for my radio silence on tumblr! life has been hectic, but i came back to saturn reaching 100 notes and for that, i'm posting this! thank you for the love on my previous work, i hope you enjoy this one too ^_^!!

Leehan felt horrible. His throat felt dry, his nose was congested and he could barely stomach any food. Even with his steps taking twice the time he usually takes, even with the heaps of used, snotty tissues in his bin, he adamantly refused to let you anywhere near him.

"You'll just catch whatever I have, babe. Don't worry, I can manage." You reckon the sickness must've gotten to your dear boyfriend's head, because he seems to have forgotten how utterly stubborn you can be. So even with his adamant protests and his insistence that he's fine, he can manage, you don't have to, you brush the taller boy off with a wave of your hand, grabbing the kettle off the kitchen counter, essentially evicting him out of his own kitchen.

"Go lay down, I'll put on some hot water and make you a nice cup of tea." you tell him sweetly, but still enough to leave absolutely no room for any arguments. Leehan gives in with a sigh (a very nasally one) and trudges over to the couch, fluffing up some pillows and laying down.

The tea takes barely any time, and you even manage to grab a small bowl of cold water and a soft rag, heading out to the living room to crouch next to the couch where your boyfriend was laying.

"Here you go, baby. Be careful, it's still hot," you smile softly when Leehan cracks his eyes open enough to look at you, giving you a lopsided smile, a soft whisper that he'll drink it in a bit.

Leehan's eyes open again when he feels the soft rag dab on his forehead, and before he can even open his mouth to speak, you gently cut him off, your hands working deftly to wipe at his forehead gently.

"Don't worry. Let me do this. I've got you," you tell him, your voice soft and warm, and it's enough to make Leehan relax, his whole body visibly melting under your touch.

Leehan's eyes never leave your face as you gently pat at his skin with the damp rag, the cold water cooling his body temperature down just a tad, enough to get comfortable. Even as you move the rag down to his neck, wiping and dabbing at his skin ever so gently, the boy never lets his eyes off you, his smile growing wider, slowly.

"Thank you," he starts, his already low voice somehow sounding even lower and more gravelly, "I love you. So much," he grins tiredly at you, and you give him a smile right back.

Before you get up to dispose of the cold water and throw the rag in the wash, you peck Leehan's forehead gently, reminding him to drink the hot tea. Days like these, Leehan can be stubborn, and you can be even worse, all in an attempt to care for him as he deserves. But in Leehan's mind, a thought lingers in the back of it, like a gentle whisper quietly letting itself be known ⎻ you've got him, always.

a/n: this was not proofread because it was just sitting in my drafts, but i decided to just post this especially since leehan is taking a break for a bit at the moment >< i hope he recovers quickly :( and that he's healthy always! <3

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

So I don't do cafes or takeout all that often because I have this condition known as Cheap Fuckin Bastard Syndrome, but in today's heat I caved and bought a to-go iced coffee and they gave it to me with one of those paper straws and in a plastic disposable cup and I um.

I get why you were all hating on these straws, they suck.

Plastic one-use disposable cup? We mandated paper straws and kept the plastic cups? Seems a little backwards. When paper takeout cups already exist, and presumably have far less plastic in them than these. And are already purchased by these companies for their hot drinks. And are superior to use, unlike these stupid straws. We went with... with the straws, to mandate as paper? And kept the fully plastic cups? That's the plan?

[bevy-obeyme]

‘’All in one disposal…’’ -

Multiple (Mainly Lucifer) X Reader (NSFW)

Warnings - Aphrodisiacs, size difference, BDSM and praise!! Mentions of female anatomy but no specific pronouns.

Thank you to @vivi-h3artz for the inspiration!!

Lucifer’s smooth footsteps glided along the wooden floors as he lowered the silver polished tray on his mahogany desk, a smirk painting his lips. One that left you uneasy of his intentions.

‘’Well? Aren’t you going to drink your tea? I took time preparing it you know.’’

With a sheepish blush you nodded and reached your hand out to take the one on the left before his a gloved hand redirected you to the right porcelain cup.

‘’Ah ah.’’

He tutted.

‘’That one’s mine little lamb. I drink my tea like I drink my coffee - strong and unsweetened. Unfit for a little doll like you.’’

Of course, you wouldn’t dare question him, so you took the right cup without much hesitation. The Avatar of Pride was rather eloquent in his words after all.

He watched as you brought the tea cup to your delicate lips and drank a sip.

When the raven-haired man noticed the instantaneous widening of your eyes and your thighs clenching together, he couldn’t help but grin just a tad bit wider, his voice hoarsely coaxing you..

‘’Oh? What’s the problem my little lamb? A bit.. hot under the collar perhaps?’’

He teased knowingly. However, at this point, you didn’t even care. The heat that settled in your stomach and the pulsating of your wet cunt was unbearable.

‘’Lucifer please..’’

The pathetic whine left your lips and the eldest cursed when he felt his slacks get that much tighter.

‘’What was that? I don’t believe I heard you ___.’’

Despite his needs, he still had his ego to feed.

‘’Please! Just.. fuck me.. please.’’

You whimpered louder, and just like that, he snapped and shot up from his chair, the cushioned stool swivelling from his haste.

He scooped you up and made way out the office, the contact between your bodies clouded your mind. All you could think about was Lucifer over you, touching, probing, dominating you-

Wait.

‘’Where are we going?’’

You asked hoarsely, tone a bit uneven. This wasn’t the direction to his room.

He narrowed his eyes knowingly as he gave you that pompously devilish smirk, pushing the living room door open.

‘’Why to the living room of course. I’m tired of my brothers constantly touching you like you’re sone free for all. I won’t stand having leftovers.. no, no.’’

He pinned you down onto the plush couch, pillows messily sprawling out.

‘’Not anymore my dear. I’ll show everyone you’re mine.’’

His lips crashed against your own as one gloved hand restrained your wrists. You both fought for dominance in a twisted battle where both your tongues danced in an intimate battle of desire, lust and unadulterated passion.

You felt light touches on your body as his hand manoeuvred down to your trousers, undoing your buttons with exercised dexterity and pulling them down with ease.

Muffled moans left your lips at the brutal onslaught your mouth faced, cheeks tinted with a pink hue as your hair became easily dishevelled.

‘’Ah!’’

Two thick fingers pressed against the slick fabric of your panties, tantalisingly rubbing up and down, coaxing gentle cries from your mouth as he whispered.

‘’Already so needy aren’t you little lamb? Go on, tell me then. Who do you belong to?’’

Through your whines and moans, you managed to cry out.

‘’You! I belong to you!’’

His hand invaded your panties as he chuckled ominously, his crimson eyes staring down at you with sheer exhilaration.

‘’Good lamb.’’

His cold touch sent pleasurable shivers up your spine as you arched into his hand, pressing your warm pussy against him, much to his amusement.

‘’So wet already.. tsk tsk.’’

Unfortunately, he left you unfulfilled as his hand went to his belt, unbuckling it with precision that highlighted his experience.

‘’Now enjoy the ride little lamb.’’

He brought his belt to your wrists and tied them together securely, fastening the buckle to make you wince a bit. Still a sadistic bastard at heart of course.

With swift haste, he pulled down your panties to coil around your ankles, exposing you to his demanding gaze. You squirmed, getting even needier than ever.

Oh but he knew this as he took off his trousers and boxers oh so agonisingly slow.

Finally, his dick was freed from its confines and slapped straight against his abdomen. It was thick yet not horribly so and with a pale red tip, not lacking in size either.

He plunged into your sloppy cunt, making you yowl out in combined pleasure and surprise as he growled back a grunt.

‘’Fuck.’’

He began to set a brutal yet satisfying pace.

His cock dragged against your walls, hitting that toe curling sweet spot inside of you with each thrust it felt like you were seeing stars. In and out, in and out, the erotic slap of skin reverberated the room so shamelessly.

The grip on your hips wasn’t any less gentle and you were sure to be bruised by the end.

The creak of the door alerted both of you as the rest of the brothers stood there, Mammon in particular looked upset.. and jealous too.

‘’Oi! Whaddya think ya are doin’ Lucifer ya jerk?!’’

Lucifer, much to his chagrin gave a wry smirk back as he tilted his head to his younger brother. He gave another small thrust to make you flinch once more. He loved showing you off like this. You could see it.

‘’Taking what’s mine obviously.’’

Mammon, as if he had heard the most ludicrous thing ever, lurched back with a frown.

‘’Yours?! ___ ain’t yours!’’

Asmodeus sighed.

‘’For once, I actually agree with our scummy brother. Don’t hoard ___ for yourself Luci..’’

The Avatar of Pride sighed before giving a deep baritone chuckle, he relished the embarrassment on your face as he spoke.

‘’Very well. Why don’t you join us then?’’

Immediately, all their eyes lit up. Now that was an idea.

The terrified expression on your face.. it was a sight to behold.

‘’Lucifer I don’t think they’ll fi-‘’

‘’Of course they will. My brothers will find a way.’’

And found a way they did. You were convinced that night your moans rang out for miles, Diavolo probably heard them as well. No matter, after being stuffed seven huge cocks.. you were definitely sore.

… But damn was it worth it.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Man 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You think you remember. Or at least you’ve convinced yourself that you do.

You go through the painstaking steps as the dark presence looms across the counter. The man walks along, just on the other side of the machines as you steam the milk. Toffee nut, yes, you’re pretty sure that was it.

You put it all together, step by step, hands shaking. Your lips move as you talk yourself through your work silently. You can do this. You still feel how the man scratched you through your shirt when he grabbed you, your skin fiery.

You give one last look to the foam and send a prayer up to whatever deity will hear it. You slowly move to the till and place the cup down. You wet your lips and clear your throat.

“Almond, toffee nut, half blond, half regular, cinnamon on top,” you declare, voice quavering as you stare at the bristle across the man’s upper lip. “Mr. Hansen.”

He clucks and leans on the counter, hooking one foot behind the other. He wraps his hand around the cup and slides it closer to himself. He stares down into as you fidget. You glance around at the baked goods.

“And a cinnamon bun?” You suggest but before you can carry through on the offer, a splash of liquid washes over you, hot despite the layer of steamed milk.

“Oat milk,” he crushes the empty cup in his large hand and throws it at your face. You sputter and blink as the foam drips down your cheeks.

“Sorry, sir, I’ll make it again.”

“Fucking right, you will, sweet lips,” he growls and stands straight, crossing his arms.

You pull the bottom of your apron up and wipe your face. You bend to pick up the empty cup and turn away. Your eyes sting and you wiggle your tingling nose. It’s fine. You can do this.

Oat, half blond, half regular, toffee nut, cinnamon on top. The smell of espresso and syrup clings to you as you make the death march back to the till. You set the cup down without a word.

Mr. Hansen, Lloyd, the boss, whatever he is, considers you as he lifts the drink and examines the careful leafy art in the foam. He turns it and inhales the scent, some of the foam catching in his mustache. He takes a breath as if about to dive into water and has a taste. The tip of his tongue pokes out as he pulls the cup away from his mouth. He hums. Does he like it?

Splash.

Another searing dousing and you stand there with a gasp, shaking off the dredge of his displeasure.

“Mr. Hansen, I--”

“First thing’s first. Shut the fuck up. You talk too much,” he tosses the cup. Bonk, right off your forehead. “Second, I changed my mind. Get me a mocha. Extra whip.”

You nod and keep your head down. You pick up the cup and stand, nearly slipping in the puddle around your feet. You dispose of the empty cup and go to the coffee machine. You begin your new task, hands clumsy and trembling. You add the whipped cream and return to the till. You put the cup down and grab onto the counter to keep from sliding through the liquid at your soles.

He lifts it and you wince, bracing for another deluge. He repeats the same deliberate examination. You swallow tightly as he samples your work. This time he doesn’t make a noise. As he lowers the cup, you flinch and take a step back.

He cackles, “relax, cupcake.”

You stare at him grimly. You flick your lashes and blow out your nerves. You hide your shaking hands behind you.

“Now you know who the fuck I am,” he says, “clean yourself up and get back to work.”

He grabs a package of the cookies along the small shelf beside the till then turns on his heel and struts to the door. You watch after him, damp and dripping. As the door opens and closes, you turn to face the mess. You sigh and go to grab the mop; you can clean the floor but you can’t do much for yourself.

You work at soaking up the excess then spray cleaner on the floor and wipe with paper towel to prevent it from getting sticky. As you work at sopping up the errant droplets from the counter, the door behind you swings open. You glance over your shoulder as Bre sweeps through.

“Alright, your turn--” She stops short as you face her. “What happened?” Her face slackens with dread and shock, “what did you do?”

“It was Mr. Jansen—Hansen,” you correct yourself, “he came by and--”

“I told you not to talk to him,” she hisses.

“I... I didn’t have a choice. He wanted a drink and--”

“Fuck. Fuck! What did he say? What did he do?” She snaps.

You recoil at her accusatory tone, “he... he threw coffee in my face? He took some cookies? I don’t know? He just... said now I know who he is. I didn’t really understand--”

“You don’t. You don’t understand. You don’t get it.”

You frown and cross your arms, “I’m sorry, Bre, I did my best--”

“Not good enough. You think it’s all fun and games. It’s not. That man is dangerous. Not just here, everywhere,” she shakes her head, “you’ll see. Out there, on your own. Give me your apron.”

“What?” You murmur.

“Get out. I’ll call Maurice and let him know it didn’t work out.”

“What? No, you can’t--”

“I am. Give me your apron. Now.”

You pout and sniffle. You reach back behind you and unlace the apron and lift it over your head. You hold it out to her, “it’s wet--”

“Just go.”

You hang your head and turn away. Your eyes begin to stream before you even get through the door. You grab your stuff from the backroom and give one last look around. You got fired. What are you going to do?

You fold your jacket over your arm and sling your bag from your shoulder. You let yourself out into the alley and head down to the street. You stop at the end and cover your face, sniveling behind your hands as you lean on the brick. You don’t want to go back home. You only just got there.

“Whatsa matter, sweet lips?” The low drawl is followed by a loud slurp, “bad day?”

[maezume]

𝐁𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘? 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

introverted!boys who text you asking if you’re ready to leave when you guys just got to the function.

introverted!boys who are quiet and just follow you around the party. they cling to you, muttering a short ‘hey’ or simply dapping someone up but nothing more. no conversation, no sweet talk, no free smiles.

introverted!boys who don’t make eye contact with anyone aside from you. he sits on his phone scrolling, maybe with a cup in hand if you offer him.

introverted!boys who’s all to you. despite being at a party, drugs & alc along with plenty of pretty girls hitting on him at his disposal, but he doesn’t care. he’s still the same dry, quiet and introverted self even when the prettiest girl goes up to him. he quickly looks for you in the crowd, completely ignoring the girl in front of him to go hold hands with you.

introverted!boys who turn into someone else after a couple drinks. who start getting touchy, texting you dirty things across the room and telling you to meet him in the bathroom in 5 minutes.

introverted!boys who trail open mouthed kisses down your neck, groping at your tits. who has a quickie with you at a party before sinking back to his introverted state.

introverted!boys who’s deep stroke is much louder than his words. who surprises you and leaves you breathless each time.

introverted!boys who keep their eyes on you the entire night. if he gets lost in the crowd, the first thing on his mind is finding you.

introverted!boys who don’t break eye contact when you two are talking. you’re the only one he actually cares about talking to, so he’s really intent when listening to you.

introverted!boys who sit off by himself, maybe with his closest friends at most and light up. who looks so hot blowing out smoke, manspread in the seat his eyes low and red but on you.

introverted!boys who quietly wave goodnight at their friends when you and him finally decide to leave, a small sign and breathy ‘finally’ escaping his lips when you guys head home.

kenma kozume, tsukishima kei, nagi seishiro, armin arlert, kageyama, and any of your favorite characters of course.

[astarasstuff]

night crawler

summary: gojo loses his glasses at a frat party. geto loses his phone. they’ll soon find out what happened when geto’s phone is returned to him, with several drunken videos taken of that night on his camera roll, but not by him.

contents: modern!au, frat!satosugu, partygirl!reader, drinking, slight hints to itafushi but it’s mainly in jest, reader is besties with itadori and nobara but they’re only one year below gojo and geto, gojo and geto think ur so hot and fun and they want to get to know u. u have them whipped from literal video footage go you, horny thoughts from the both of them but no smut, still 18+! mdni!

notes: i can’t be bothered to make this pretty rn, so sorry!

“dude, where the fuck did my glasses go” gojo slurs snapping his head around the room in an attempt to find them. he has spares, but he’d like to find them anyway.

“i’m kinda busy trying to find my fucking phone?!” geto responds, and gojo throws his hands up defensively.

the party was fucking huge. one of the biggest. the college football team, of which both gojo and geto were a part of, had won a massive anticipated game against their biggest rivals. and as such, a celebration was in order.

there were too many people in this party to count. faces of people the boys had never seen before. they don’t doubt that a good bunch of the guests don’t even go to their college. they don’t care. they end up getting too drunk to care about their lost items, convinced they'll find them soon enough. they get busy with the huddles of women that surround them and before they know it they’re either blacked out or passed out, they don’t care.

they do care in the morning, however, with raging hangovers and girls who have overstayed their welcome, of whom they usher out of their rooms as soon as possible. they meet coincidentally in the hallway and make their way downstairs for breakfast.

“dude, suguru, we found your phone!” one of the bros shouts to him and geto sighs a sigh of relief. gojo then whines about his glasses still being missing. he goes off to check the aftermath of the party for his glasses, and gives up when he decides he can’t see them past the red solo cups and dead disposables vapes that litter all corners of the floor.

as gojo potters back into the kitchen, geto is in the middle of checking through his phone, making sure it's okay and trying to find evidence of what happened that night. he soon finds it in his camera roll.

a string of videos are available that weren’t there previously, all of varying lengths. he taps on the first one, as gojo looks over his shoulder in curiosity.

some guys is recording using the back camera, as the first couple of seconds of the video show just the surroundings. the camera then twists around, and they get a look at who’s behind the camera. at first, they just see the guy with pink hair? he’s singing to the current song playing, which happens to be night crawler by travis scott. the frame then widens to allow one more person into the view. and gojo figures out where his glasses went.

coming into the frame was one of the prettiest girls either boy had ever seen. perched on her head were gojo's signature glasses. your voice is croaky as you shout out to the camera.

“we found this phone on the ground! we were worried it’d get smashed so we picked it up but we couldn’t find the owner, so we thought we’d take care of it instead!!" you scream at the camera and get a little too close, evidently drunk.

the buildup of the chorus begins and both you and your friend look at each other with excitement, beginning to dance and sing along to the song. your friend turns in front of you so its just you in the frame, and you pull gojos glasses down from your head and into the top of your nose, looking through them into the camera as you sing along. more of your friends come into frame, and you're all dancing together.

“i don’t know whose glasses these are!!!! some guy just put them on my head but they're cute so i'm borrowing them for the night!! i'll leave them here though! hopefully…” you mumble and then the chorus is about to start and you both start jumping and screaming and dancing, and all the boys can think about is how fucking hot you are and how glad they were they lost their items to you. you pull the glasses down your nose again to wink at the camera as you and some girl they assume is your friend start dancing on each other. both men gulp at the sight.

“fuck, she’s pretty.” geto mumbles and gojo just hums and nods in agreement, almost in a trance. he urges geto to keep watching the videos

the rest of the videos are like a compilation of sorts, mainly if you dancing and drinking and gojo and geto both think you’re so much fun and so fucking pretty, they feel their cocks beginning to strain in their pants. god, you’re so so pretty, gojo just wants to fuck you silly in just his glasses, and geto can stop thoughts of how good you'd look on camera as you cum all over his dick. they both baulk at the sudden debauchery that forced its way into their minds. they try to shake such impure thoughts of someone they don't even know out of their heads.

the next video catches their attention. it's longer than the last couple, and it starts with you propping up the phone on the counter of a bathroom, with your pink-haired friend and a brunette girl who had been dancing with you the entire night. gojo notes that you've pushed his glasses up back onto your head, revealing your full pretty face to them again, this time in better lighting.

"maaan i wish megumi were here!" your guy friend said, as you take your lip combo from him that he'd been keeping safe for you in the pocket of his jeans. gojo and geto begin to worry your relationship with him was not platonic. wait what? "you know him, yuuji, hell would freeze over before he came to one of these" you giggle as you uncap your lip liner and start applying it in the mirror. yuuji. the boys make a mental note at that name.

“stiilllllllll,” he whines, “doesn’t mean I’ll miss him any less.” the other girl in the room laughs at this. “christ, separate yuuji from his boyfriend and all of a sudden he’s pouting like toddler.” you stop applying your lip liner to giggle at her, definitely finding it a tad too funny. you’re cute when you’re drunk, they conclude. “he’s not my boyfriend.” the boy they now know as yuuji has adopted a tone akin to a child being denied their favourite candy at the store. “that’s what you think.” you giggle and move to apply your lipgloss.

now, gojo and geto like to think they’re not absurdly dirty minded. yes, they’re pretty sex driven, as any boy their age is, but they both felt like a pair of prepubescent boys seeing boobs for the first time when you applied your lipgloss to your pretty pretty lips. The colour compliments you so well, and they just want to kiss is right off you, better yet have it smeared on their co-

christ they both need a cold shower.

“girl I’ll never get over that combo on you.” the other girl in the room with you says. “right? i love it so much.” you say looking at both you her in the reflection of the mirror. “god we’re so hot nobara.” you say and this ‘nobara’ squeals in agreement as you giggle together. yuuji smiles at the interaction, and you turn to the camera.

“hey mystery person, don’t we all look hot?” and you swing your arms over your two friends and you look so happy, you all giggling together. god, you were pretty, fun and your smile was gorgeous. did you have any flaws? the boys both startle when you and yuuji gasp as you begin to hear ‘no hands’ by waka flocka flame from the speakers outside the party. “oh fuck i love this song i am not missing it. let’s go!” you squeal and grab the camera, pressing a kiss to the lens as a goodbye.

it wasn’t a final goodbye, evidently, as there were more videos. they were more of the short miscellaneous dancing ones, though they weren’t complaining. your body was to die for, and seeing you move like that? yeah, absolutely no complaints. they make it to the final video, which is just you in what they think is their supply closet? you still have gojo glasses on, and you speak as loudly as you can, music still penetrating to the room with you.

“we’re about to leave! yuuji got to drunk and is throwing up somewhere and nobara is keeping him in check… i hope. so i came to say gooooodbye! this is kinda sad, this was so fun. sorry for stealing your phone for the night, mystery person. we just wanted to keep it safe, i hope you weren’t too worried! im hoping to put it on the nightstand of a bedroom that isn’t currently occupied by horny college goers, so hopefully one of the frat bros finds it and can keep hold of it until you come to collect it! i hope you had as much fun tonight as i did, mwah!” and you finish by blowing a kiss to the camera with a wink. both of them are pretty upset the vlogs have ended, and it’s pretty evident you ended up going home with gojo glasses. oh well, they’re in great hands now anyway.

“you have to send me those.” gojo says after a beat. “in you dreams.” geto replies and gojos mouth drops at this. “it’s my phone.” geto declares. “well, yeah but she was wearing my glasses. and she said they were cute. cmon man.” and they begin to squabble when they’re interrupted by one if the brothers, calling their attention to a guest who probably lost something last night and came to get it back. they don’t expect to see who’s actually there.

it’s you. less dolled up and in casual clothes but still as fucking pretty. you’re evidently tired, and they can feel the embarrassment radiate from you. they immediately stop arguing, geto turning off his phone and turning to face you.

“um, im so sorry to interrupt your day,” you start and they both think about how thankful they were you did interrupt their day. “i, err, i accidentally took home these glasses last night. i don’t know who they belong to, so i thought it was a safe bet to drop them off here in case someone comes looking for them.” you shuffle your feet shyly and bring forth the glasses for them to see. who knew such a party girl could get so shy. god you were so fucking sweet it was almost bad for them. gojo grins and begins to step forward.

“those are mine, pretty girl. thanks for returning ‘em.” gojo grins as he walks up to you. you flush, and geto comes to join his bestfriends side. the pretty girl they’d been entranced by all morning was now right in front of them. and they’ll be damned if they this opportunity go to waste.

[fuctacles]

Steve has barely started college, and he’s running late again. But this time he passes the ridiculously long line by the café and runs straight to the lecture ball. He can do it without a coffee. Or rather, he can charm his way into someone else’s cup.

He makes it just in time and runs down the rows of seats looking for a target. Skips the white girl lattes and gym bros protein shakes. If only he could find a half-alive artist type or…

Bingo!

He slides smoothly into the empty space next to a guy dressed all in black. He has long hair, multitude of rings and tattoos. The whole package. Even the mug in his hand was black with a skull.

Steve turns on his charm as he leans in.

“Hey, man. Hate to be so forward, but may I have a sip? Couldn’t make it to the café today.” He gives the man his best puppy dog eyes. Sometimes it even works on Robin so he knows it’s good.

The man studies him for a second and seems to be an even tougher opponent than his bestie, but then he just shrugs.

“Have at it,” he says and pushes the mug in Steve’s direction.

“Thanks, you’re a saviour.” Steve smiles brightly at him and revels in the warmth of the metallic travel mug. The warmth in his mouth and seeping into his bones.

And the completely wrong taste.

He bristles, gulps down what has already hit his tongue, and starts coughing.

The guy just watches him without much of a reaction. The professor eyes them and turns out to be more sympathetic.

“Everything alright there?”

“Yeah,” he calls back, eyes on Steve. “Went down the wrong pipe.”

Steve feels like strangling him. He looks up with watery eyes.

“Are you drinking hot chocolate? At 9 in the morning?!” He barely manages to keep it a whisper. At least now he’s feeling fully awake.

“What? Read one too many "I like my coffee black like my soul” text posts?“ The guy raises an eyebrow and Steve is not going to blush at being called out like that. He did totally judge him based on his looks alone. "Besides, it has espresso in it. I’m not a complete freak,” he adds, sipping his caffeinated chocolate abomination.

Steve sees it as a spark of hope.

“Sorry,” he whispers, straightening in his seat to start paying attention to the lecture. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Should have probably started with his name, but first impressions are already ruined, thrown in the garbage disposal and on their way to the sewers. Might as well try and not make his first enemy in a new city.

It takes long enough for the guy to respond, but the quirk of his mouth makes not-enemy turn into possible-ally.

“Eddie.”

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[fr-wiwiw]

I made a poll on twitter on which Gahan fanarts I should done first between sfw & nsfw. It ended up with 50/50 results lmao

So here's the sfw done first <3 Zoom in for their small details! You won't regret it hehe.. sketches context are down below the image

I'll be sketching the nsfw later, I have commission progress to do

black colored sketches:

top left - yohan smooching gaon's cheek based on a black & white dove pic from oomf twitter post

top middle - yohan is pissed that someone (you) is stalking & taking pictures of them on their date, gaon is oblivious and wondering why yohan looks annoyed at the fishes. yohan is thinking how to dispose you without gaon noticing

top right - gahan talking about their likings in sex after post coital session. gaon likes when yohan ties his wrists. yohan likes/ doesn't mind gaon's nails scratching deep on his back or shoulder. there's also finger marks on gaon's thighs with how hard yohan was handling him. their toes touching and wiggling, can't get enough of skin contact. they're both clingy for each other

pink colored sketch:

gahan is taking a stroll when gaon notices something & pulls yohan's sweater for attention

orange colored sketch:

yohan leans his head on gaon's shoulder to take a nap after gaon bought a cup hot drink. gaon is surprised bcs yohan rarely leans on him physically in general

[eddiesghxst]

Hey i was the one who sent the ask about repeating stuff eddie says ❤ (imma start putting 🦊 as my tag if thats okay)

I know we're all back on the joe keerys hands train and it popped into my mind that his hands are so big, imagine if he made a bet that he could make you cum with one finger?or Giving you some hot lemsip/hot water and honey after throat fucking you into losing your voice

🦊

oh i need him desperately, that’s my bf.

he thinks it’s so funny. the fact that he fucked your throat so well that you can barely speak. and the thing is he asked you so many times if you wanted to slow down or take a break, but you’re so whiney and grabby when steve’s fucking you that he couldn’t even step an inch away before you were practically throwing a fit.

so now, you’re reaping the consequences of your brattiness. sat on the couch and pouting at steve when he places a hot cup of throat coat tea in front of you. you’re wriggling to press your body close to his when he sits next to you but steve’s shaking his head, “drink your tea, baby. before it gets cold.”

“i don’t want to drink tea steve.” you try to say, but it comes out sounding more like a sink disposal and your voice cracks and you absolutely butcher steve’s name and he’s such a shithead he laughs at you.

“s’not funny.” you whisper, since that seems to be the only level at which you can speak. and even then, you sound like you’ve been chain-smoking for thirty years.

steve cups your face and kisses your forehead, “you’re so cute.”

you frown at him and he reaches over to grab your tea and hand it to you, and even though you want to huff and turn away, you still take the warm mug. “finish this and we can cuddle, okay? i pinky promise.”

“pinky promise?” you groggily whisper.

steve nods and sticks out a pinky and you waste no time to slink your own pink around and curl it tight, both of you pressing a kiss to your fists to seal the plan.

you practically chug the tea, and steve’s worried at first but then he’s just happy you actually drink it so <3

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

“I’m thinking about divorcing Mickey.”

A hush fell over the table. Lip stared, his coffee mug still being held up but not touching his lips. Liam had stopped eating his cereal, and even Debbie was caught off guard by the news.

“You’re what?” Lip set the mug down, seemingly trying to process this. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” Ian said simply.

“You just got married!” Debbie exclaimed. “What the fuck happened?”

Ian busied himself with the pot of coffee on the counter, pouring himself some. “Things change, Debs. Sometimes you don’t know who someone really is until you marry them.”

“Did he cheat?” Liam asked carefully.

“It’s Mickey,” Lip said as if that was enough of an explanation. “There’s no way he’d cheat on Ian.”

“He didn’t cheat,” Ian said, voice tight.

“Something happened,” Debbie said matter-of-factly. "What is it?’

“I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, but are you jumping straight to divorce?” Lip asked, his face screwed up in confusion. “You wanted to marry him and it’s been, what, a couple of months. Don’t you think you should, you know, talk to him about it first before jumping the gun?”

“No,” Ian took a long drink, relishing in the caffein. “He knows what he did wrong.”

His siblings could only stare.

“So that’s it?” Debbie said in disbelief. “We did all that for you guys only for you to throw it down the fucking drain?”

“It’s his own fault,” Ian shrugged.

Lip exchanged a glance with Debbie, approaching Ian with caution. “Have you taken your meds today?”

“I’m about to,” Ian said. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Lip muttered, rubbing a hand over his face and heaving a sigh.

From the other side of the house, Mickey came strolling in, his hair damp from the shower. “You’re out of hot water,” he told them all, opening up the fridge to search for something to eat. He came to stand side-by-side with Ian after taking the butter out for some toast. “You still pissy?”

Ian said nothing. This made Mickey grin.

“Oh, I see. I’ll take that as a yes.”

Debbie had been watching them like a hawk and evidently couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Does he know?” She burst out.

“Debs,” Lip hissed.

“Know what?” Mickey said, eyebrows raised.

“He said he’s going to divorce you,” the words just kept coming out of her mouth, her eyes wide, darting from Ian to Mickey.

Mickey glanced up at Ian, his face unreadable.

This went on for nearly a minute.

“Is that so, tough guy? It’s over, huh?”

Ian stared him down, crossing his arms. “Maybe if you hadn't ate the last fucking pop tart, it wouldn't be.”

“What?” Debbie and Lip said simultaneously.

They were ignored.

“I told you I was going to have it,” Ian said sulkily.

“This family is fucking insane,” Debbie muttered, clearing her dishes up to dispose of them in the sink.

“Too fucking bad, Red,” Mickey snickered. “Ain't it supposed to be what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine?”

“That's not how that goes,” Ian said, unamused.

Smirking, Mickey kissed him. Ian's hand came around to cup the back of his neck. “Relax,” he said when they parted, “you'll get some more.”

“You're gonna buy me some?” Ian said skeptically.

“Hell no, bitch. You know where the store is,” Mickey put the bread into the toaster, turning around to walk out of the kitchen.

“Mickey, come on,” Ian followed him, frustrated.

Liam waited until they were out of hearing range, glancing at Lip. “Those guys are not normal.”

“You don't know the half of it, Bud,” Lip shook his head.

[pekoehoneyncream]

Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick Headcanons

Part Two!

Words: 500~

Tw: None (sfw)

Part One

Enjoy!

Loves Riddles, Puzzles, Brain Teasers, and Mind Games. He really enjoys getting to mull them over and turn them around, either in his head or physically, until he's figured them out. 

Gaz also likes traditional jigsaw puzzles, when he was young there used to always be a jigsaw occupying the coffee table. He and his parents would slowly pick away at it until it was solved. Not in one day, but over the course of a week or three, depending on the size. 

Gaz is very good at lateral and out-of-the-box thinking. This unfortunately means he's also very good at quickly coming up with puns.

Not fond of Tea or Coffee, but will drink either if he wants a hot drink and there's no other options. His favorite drink is dark hot chocolate. He's perfected his recipe. You fill ⅔ of the mug with milk, ⅓ with water, 3 tbs mini-marshmallow hot chocolate powder, and 1 tbs cocoa powder. Then microwave for 2-3 minutes, stopping to stir every minute, so the cup doesn't boil over and you don't get the milk skim on top. If he needs a pick-me-up he'll make it a mocha by adding instant coffee to the mix.

Gaz is one of those people that can smell when it's gonna rain. He can do this very reliably, able to guesstimate when the rainfall will start with about ten minutes of wiggle room. This skill meshes not at all with Price's need to constantly be on top of official weather reports and statistics. Ghost is no help as he always bets on Gaz rather than Price's carefully gathered intel. 

Gaz: steps outside, takes a deep breath, “It's gonna rain” Price: visibly restraining himself from speaking, pulling out his phone to check for updated weather reports. Ghost: “Yeah? How soon?” Gaz: takes another deep breath “Mmm, half-hour? Forty? Within an hour.” Price: “Light showers are expected at 16:00.” Ghost: checks his watch. It's 13:00. “Within an hour?” Gaz: Takes an even slower inhale, not looking over at Price, “Forty-five, tops.”

Gaz is actually a pretty good dancer. His dad has a huge boxset of those zumba-pilates-dance-workout CDs(you know the ones with the legwarmers and the neon leotards) and he does a session every Tuesday and Thursday evening. He started having Kyle do them with him when Kyle was young to get his energy out and ‘keep healthy’. Say what you want but Gaz has a great sense of rhythm and is surprisingly flexible to this day.

Hates/Scared of millipedes, centipedes, caterpillars, silverfish, woodlouse, any long bug with many legs. They give him the heebie-jeebies, make his hair stand on end. He's fully aware it's not logical, but he HATES them. He forced himself to get past the ‘screaming and fleeing to high ground upon sight’ phase of his fear after he decided he was going to enlist, but they still freak him out.

Price found out, and after much teasing, he will get rid of the bugs for Gaz if he's around. (Does Captain Price now subtly scan for creepy crawlies in need of disposal as he's walking around, Yes. Yes he does.)

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