#Mighty+ Vape

[regaliasonata]

RJ: Bro these new age drugs are not hitting like they used to, like WHAT THE FUCK IS A VAPE?!

[highasfshit]

The last of my Donnie Burger smalls. 😥

[seilon]

you really don’t realize just how common smoking still is in the states until you work at a restaraunt

[steviescrystals]

dropped my vape in the driveway earlier and now it has no flavor </3 is this karma for developing a nic addiction after years of making fun of people for the exact same thing

[dynaboxpl]

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[johnnie-guilberts-eyeliner]

Pls I love this idea sm thank you anon!

[I probably won't be answering asks in order, I'll most likely just do them as the ideas come to me, but I'll try to get them all done!]

Johnnie X Fem!reader (she/her pronouns used) (and jake and tara are still dating here!)

Context you and johnnie have been dating a little over two years. You live w him and Jake webber.

Today you wake up in your shared bed with johnnie, him still sleeping. You turn over and watch him sleep peacefully, not trying to be creepy. He's just genuinely so beautiful in his sleep and he looks so peaceful. You tuck a strand of his hair behind his pierced up ear and kiss him. This wakes him and he kisses back sweetly and passionately. "Good morning sweetheart" you greet him as he groggily tells you "good morning y/n" before smiling at you and kissing you again. Just then your closest friend in LA, tara yummy (also a fellow youtuber) Burst through the door yelling "ITS NEW YEARS EVE BITCHES, WERE GOING TO A PARTY AND YOU WHORES NEED TO GET READY" she laugh yells at johnnie and you before blowing yall a kiss and leaving the room to get yourself ready. Leaving you and johnnie to laugh for a moment before getting up and starting to get ready. You decide on matching outfits. Johnnie is wearing a white dress shirt, his pinned black leather jacket, black pants with white designs, leather boots and chain for his pants and his normal black eyeliner and eyeshadow. You are wearing a cropped white band shirt, with a short black leather skirt w a chain, fishnets, heeled leather boots, and a black leather jacket with studs and spikes on it. You both have your normal rings and other jewelry on. You straightened your hair and curled a couple pieces before doing your normal makeup/eyeliner with glitter. You snap a picture of your matching new years outfits and post it to your Instagram story. You both walk out of your shared room to find jake and tara ready to go and sitting on the couch. "OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS LOOK SO GOOD AAAH IM OBSESSED" tara squeals as she snaps a picture of you two sends it to you. You laugh before telling her "thank you boo, you look mighty fine today as well i should add" you look at tara as she does a little spin and laughs. Jake watched the interaction and says to johnnie "what's the point of having girlfriends if they just flirt w each other" they both laugh before starting to walk out the door. The girls following suite. Jake's driving, Tara's in the passenger seat with you behind her and johnnie behind jake. "So who's hosting the party this year" you ask jake as he drives. "Sam and colbys this year, since we went to kian and jcs last year" jake says keeping his eyes on the road, then hooking his phone up to the aux and playing a random playlist.

*timeskip a while later*

Everyone is enjoying themselves at the party drinking, smoking, vaping and generally just vibing. Johnnie is by your side the whole night with his fingers intertwined into your fishnets and a drink in the other hand. You and johnnie get many comments and compliments on your matching outfits which makes your heart flutter.

*another timeskip*

Your now sitting on the couch with johnnie next to you. Your leg swung over his, one of his hands on your thigh and the other holding his jack and coke. You take your hand and pull his face to meet yours, pecking his lips. He responded by pecking yours again. Just then you get a text message notification from tara and it's a picture of you and johnnie, literally 2 second ago, kissing. You look up from where you are and see her smiling directly at you two before flashing a thumbs up and continuing doing what she was doing.

As midnight approaches you and johnnie observe everyone getting drunker and drunker, like jake and Kian are currently fighting over a cupcake. Couldn't explain how or why that's happening but it is. You watch the time and see that it's 5 minutes away from midnight. Everyone gathers in the living room with their drinks and/or smoking / vaping device and start counting down. By this Point you and johnnie are now stood up, side by side, hand in hand in the crowd of people.

"5..." they start counting down

"4..." as each second goes by johnnie inches closer to you, his drank sat down somewhere he'll probably forget.

"3..." his arms creep up your thighs to sit comfortably on your waist and he holds eye contact with you

"2...." his gaze is so intense as you snake your hand to hold his face and the other to lay comfortably on his shoulder

"1..." you kiss each other with such passion and love as the countdown ends and all the drunk and high people are cheering and throwing confetti and glitter everywhere. You and johnnie stay kissing for a while longer than you intended. Allowing tara to snap yet other picture of you two, sending it to you again.

After the countdown, people almost immediately start leaving and piling into their cars and ubers. You took Jake's keys hours ago because he's way to drunk to drive and so is tara. Johnnie helps lead the drunk jake out the door and to the backseat of his car, a drunken tara following who is just mumbling and rambling on sits next to jake in the back, laying on his shoulder when she gets in. Johnnie then joins you up front in the passenger seat, pecking your lips before buckling his seat belt.

*yet another timeskip. Youre now at you, Jake's, and Johnnie's. *

You decided tara is spending the night bc she's too drunk to function on her own. After taking care of the drunk couple and making sure they get to bed, you and johnnie resign to your shared room where you both quickly change clothes and crawl into bed together. You laying on Johnnie's chest.

"Happy new year my love" you tell him as you kiss him "happy new year pretty girl" he responds before kissing you again and cuddling into you. This is the way you both end up falling asleep. Which you couldn't be more happy about.

(Lmk if you enjoyed and happy new year everyone!)

[4unnyr0se]

❥ study sesh | satoru gojo

warnings: college au!, fem reader, gojo is submissive lol, goldren retriever gojo, gojo isn't very smart but thats okay we love him, fingering, roughness, making out, hickeys, top! reader, geto is mentioned several times, couch sex, readers favorite kind of sushi is also my favorite kind, degrading, insecure reader, asphyxiation, mentions of vaping and drinking, mentions of marijuana use, protected sex, choso mentioned, geto is a bastard, doordash is expensive and i dont like that

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4k

Gojo groaned at the email he was just sent, running his hands down his pale face in annoyance. He slammed his laptop closed and tossed his head back, groaning exasperatingly. Failing a required class, seriously? Out of all the things he could do at university this was by far the most cliche. So annoyingly cliche, like his entire college life was a very niche film. Rolling his azure blue eyes, Gojo opened his laptop to reread the email his professor sent him. His high-and-mighty professor had arranged a tutoring session with the only tutor for History of Japan 201. Lucky him.

“Dickhead,” Gojo mumbled, pushing himself out of his rolling chair. He quickly stretched and placed his laptop inside his backpack along with the mess of empty vapes and crumbled-up phone numbers that he swore he would text (he never did.) He checked out how he looked in the mirror, adjusting his v-neck collar and fluffing out his snow-white hair just a little bit. He may not have known who you were yet, but he’d be damned if he didn’t look fine at any given moment.

“Yo, I’m going out.” Gojo spoke to Geto, his suitmate. Geto took the joint out of his mouth and raised an eyebrow, offering the blunt to Gojo. 

“Why? There are no parties happening tonight, at least not that I know of.” Geto asked, sitting up on the edge of his bed. Geto’s bed was significantly nicer than Gojo’s his sheets didn’t have any suspicious stains on them and they smelled like laundry.

“Fucking Professor Yaga is making me go to a tutoring session for my history class. Says if I don’t do it then my grade’ll be tanked.” Gojo sighed, running his hands through his hair as he leaned against the door to their apartment.

“Tanked? You mean your grade was good this time around?” Geto smirked, putting out the joint at the bottom of his shoe.

“If you count a 59% as good,” Gojo shrugged, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Oh, you’re fucked man.” Geto laughed, laying back down on his bed. “Good luck with the history nerd, you’ll need it.”

“Fuck off man,” Gojo punched Geto on the arm, eliciting a smug chuckle out of Geto’s throat. “I’ll be back when I’ll be back. If you’re bringing a girl over, text first. If I have to see your face covered in cum again I’ll vomit.”

“What, someone jealous?” Geto rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Whatever man, see you.” Gojo walked out of his apartment, walking down the steps in a hurry. “And get the fuck out of my room! You have your own!” He yelled up the stairs, knowing the chance of Geto hearing him was slim to none.

He put his headphones on, turning up the music to drown out his thoughts. What if you were fucking annoying, or shitty at teaching? How fucked would he be then? Even worse, what if you were too good at your job and Gojo’s grade skyrocketed? Would he be asked to become a tutor? No one fucking wants that, especially not him. Tutoring was for losers and virgins, and he certainly wasn’t any of those.

Gojo walked across campus with a spring in his gait, nodding to the girls who waved at him. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for girls (and occasionally the female professors) to get flustered when he walked past them. His classmate fainted one time he asked her for a pencil, but he thought she was probably faking it. It wasn’t a secret that Gojo was a known player on and off the campus, but why did the women he slept with have to exaggerate everything? It felt fake, artificial. Gojo liked his women to be lively, to be real. 

Whatever, he didn’t need to think about that right now. Gojo approached the library, taking off his headphones and placing them over the curve of his neck. He sat down at a table near the back end where all the books were stored, slowly gathering dust. Hell, some of them haven’t been touched in decades. Maybe it was for a good reason.

“There you are! I looked everywhere.” His ears perked up at the sound of a feminine voice approaching him, his ocean eyes turning to get a look at you. You stood in front of him, clutching your messenger bag in your left hand and a pencil in the other. “You’re five minutes late, you know. Now we only have 55 minutes to go over the material instead of an hour, dummy.”

Gojo rolled his eyes and opened up his backpack, fishing aimlessly for a pencil and a sheet of paper. An empty puffbar fell out and landed on the carpeted floor, which made you raise an eyebrow. Gojo coughed and picked it up hastily, shoving it back inside his black hole of a book bag.

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen a vape before,” He muttered, adjusting his posture.

“No, I have. I’m just surprised that you like that flavor. Blue raspberry ice is so basic.” You retort, sitting down across from him. Spreading out some papers from your messenger bag, you hand Gojo a highlighter and a pen, both in the color blue. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to highlight what’s important on the documents and write them down on the notebook paper. After that we’ll make flashcards from your notes and just do those until the hour is up, does that sound okay?” You looked at him, taking out your pen and paper to observe how he studied. You didn’t need to review the material, you knew it all by heart anyway. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, it was such a treat to have the academic fate of Satoru Gojo in your hands. Like a little bird trapped in a cage, except this bird was unironically stupid.

“I’d rather kill myself, but okay. Anything to pass this lame-ass lecture.” Gojo muttered in frustration, pulling the lecture documents forward. His eyes lightly skimmed over them, not absorbing much of the information anyway. He could just do this in his apartment, why did Professor Yaga feel the need to torture him with this useless tutoring session? Because his professor hated him, that’s why.

“Hey, don’t diss Japanese history. It’s fun sometimes if you forget about all the wars and whatever.” You softly giggled, curling a lock of your hair behind your ear. Gojo looked up from his highlighting to stare at you for a brief moment, the ghost of a smile touching his plump lips. 

‘Cute,’ He thought to himself, turning his attention to the documents once more. He continued to sneak an occasional glance at you to gauge what kind of person you were. Were you a typical history nerd, or was this a persona you put on to protect yourself? Gojo always had a way of reading people, but you remained a mystery to him.

Gojo would groan in frustration frequently, covering it up with a hasty cough. Why couldn’t he read you, and why did he want to get to know you better? This has never happened before with him, not sure for quite a while. 

“Uh, are you okay? You’ve been coughing the entire time, do you need to go home or something? I can always email Yaga and tell him you aren’t feeling the best.” You spoke, packing up your pen and papers neatly into your bag, a stark contrast to the way that Gojo’s bag could be considered a biohazard. 

“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking real hard about the Heian period is all.” He smirked, covering up his hazy mind with quick wit.

“Mhm, I’m sure you were, princess.” You retorted, flashing a smug grin at him. “By the way, thanks for completely reinforcing the stereotype of a dumb frat guy. Keeps my image of your kind on track.”

“The fuck you mean by that?” Gojo asked defensively, getting up and throwing his bookbag over his shoulder. “Are you saying that all frat guys are stupid or something?”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, pretty boy.” You began to walk to the door, grinning to yourself as Gojo quickly caught up to you in just a few paces.

“You’re something else, girl.” He spoke, walking with you out of the library towards the university center. “I like that. Where are you going?” Gojo asked, following you like a lost puppy.

You rolled your eyes, stopping in your tracks. “To the university center. I want dinner.”

Gojo shook his head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the path. “No way, I’m not letting my tutor get food poisoning from a shithole like that. I’ll order us something, okay?” He flashed his pearly whites at you, which you couldn’t help but admire. For such a disorganized slob he sure knew how to take care of his hygiene. 

You raised an eyebrow skeptically, not minding how he wrapped his arm around you. Almost like Gojo wanted to protect you weirdly enough. “And why would you order me food? All I did was teach you about the Heian period, it wasn’t anything.” You babbled on in an ill attempt to make excuses.

“Just let me buy dinner for you, okay? We can go back to my apartment and study some more there, the library is suffocating me anyway.” Gojo whined, steering the both of you in the direction of his university apartment. It wasn’t a very long walk from the main campus, and yet he was almost always late to every single one of his classes this semester.

“Suffocating you with knowledge, perhaps. Is your brain seriously that small?”

“Maybe don’t diss the guy that’s paying for your dinner, sweetheart.” Gojo wiggled his thin eyebrows at you, walking up the flights of stairs to his apartment. “My roommate might still be home but don’t worry about him. Suguru is usually too stoned to notice anything.” He turned the key and let you both inside, kicking off his shoes onto the carpet beneath him.

You took off your shoes and placed them beside his own, sitting down on the living room sofa. Gojo had sauntered off somewhere, yelling for his suitmate. “Looks like he isn’t here, probably under a bridge or skating with Choso.” He placed his hands in his pockets and sat down a couple of feet beside you. 

“So, what did you wanna order? Burgers, Chinese? Anything except soba, I fucking hate soba.” Gojo chuckled, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. 

Thinking for a moment, you snapped your fingers together. “Sushi. I haven’t made decent sushi in forever.”

Gojo slowly nodded and opened up a popular food delivery app, hitting the little sashimi icon on the home screen. “A little expensive but okay. D’ya like rolls or sashimi or what?”

“Rolls, spicy. Salmon, if you can.” You told him your preferences, leaning down to take your laptop out of your messenger bag. “I’m making you a Quizlet so that my time here doesn’t feel completely pointless.” As you mumbled to yourself, a tiny little foil packet well out of the side pocket. You grabbed it quickly and shoved it in your front pocket, praying that Gojo didn’t notice. 

“Foods ordered, it wasn’t cheap either. Not that I mind, I got plenty of cash to spare!” Gojo smiled, miming throwing money in the air. 

You let the faintest smile touch your face, typing away at your laptop. “You’re like a puppy, you know. Like those white labs I see all the time.” You looked at him, admiring the way his messy white hair added to his devilishly handsome aura. “They’re pretty cute.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to you, almost teasing you with his proximity. “Are you saying that you think I’m cute, nerd?” He purred, sticking his tongue out.

You blushed and rolled your eyes, closing your laptop. “Maybe, so what if I did? I’m just your tutor. Yaga is giving me extra credit just by talking to you.” You mumbled, noticing that Gojo was still leaning closer to you.

“Well…I think you’re pretty cute too.” He grinned, a blush covering his stupidly adorable face.

Your fingers tensed up in your lap, your gaze locked onto the shag carpet beneath you. You wouldn’t dare look into his eyes, not now. They would only suck you into his sexy blue vortex and then before you knew it you would be on his lap, straddling his waist and making out with his neck.

“You think all girls are pretty, you’re a player for fucks sake.” Your voice was filled with scoff and denial, the tension between you two growing with each passing second. “My friend saw you shoving your tongue down a sorority girl's throat last night, did you think she was cute too?”

“Well, technically yeah but it’s only on the surface. She was attractive but she had no personality, unless you count downing vodka crans as a personality trait.” He pointed out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder once more. You two were pressed against each other, your arms limp at your sides. You had no idea what to do, should you touch him as well? Where would you touch him?

“So…you think my personality makes up for the fact that I don’t have a pretty face?” You sighed, your insecurities surrounding you like haunted spirits.

“No! No way, no.” Gojo assured you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “I think you’re pretty and smart and funny and…I know I’ve only met you a couple hours ago but you’re really fucking sexy.”

You gulped as you felt his warm and large hands on your face, leaning into the touch slightly. Satoru Gojo called you sexy, his history tutor. He thought his history tutor was sexy. You smacked your glossed lips together, your noses touching. “How long until the sushi gets here?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Do you think we could fuck in that amount of time?” You boldly asked, staring into his gorgeous, enchanting blue eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip, your own eyes containing unspoken desires. 

Gojo smirked and pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on the swell of your hips. “Hell yeah, sweetheart.” He whispered, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was slow at first, your arms wrapped around his neck while his own hands trailed up and down your back, occasionally stopping to feel the round flesh of your ass.

Your tongue entered his mouth, doing battle with his wet muscles before exploring his cavern. Gojo groaned at the sensation of your tongues colliding, attempting to shift himself so he was on top.

You pulled away from the kiss and tutted at him, pushing his chest down so he was leaning against the leather texture of the couch. “No, pretty boy, I’m on top this time.” You spoke softly, your voice dripping with sexuality and confidence. 

“This time, huh? You wanna see me again after this?” Gojo smirked, slapping your ass gently. “Someone sure got confident real quick.”

You shrugged and bit down on his bottom lip with your teeth, pulling away a second later. You saw how Gojo reacted to your dominance, how the breath left his lips the second you laid down the law. Your long nails dug into the black tank top he wore, your thumb slipping under the hem to feel his abs.

“You’re so fucking ripped, holy shit.” You breathed out, planting gentle kisses on his neck. You squeezed your legs shut, anxious to receive any friction that would make you feel amazing.

Gojo grinned, taking off his jacket along with his shirt and tossing it behind his head. “What about now, you still like what you see princess?” He chuckled, flexing his biceps to impress you.

“Oh shut up and finger me.” You smiled and rolled your eyes, slamming your lips against his once more. Your hand guided his under the hem of your sweatpants and underneath your panties, prodding them at your weeping entrance. “Fuck me with your fingers before I ride you, Satoru.”

“God, I love it when you tell me what to do.” He groaned, shoving your pants down to your kneecaps along with your panties. He put his fingers inside of his mouth, a popping sound leaving his lips as they were soaked in his spit. “Gotta make sure they don’t hurt you.” He teasingly ran them up your folds, inserting his middle and index finger inside of you slowly. Gojo thrust them up and down at a regular pace, not knowing if you liked it rough or gentle. 

“S-shit, your fingers are so fucking long. Oh shit.” You moaned into his ear, slumping yourself against his muscular chest for support. His fingers continued to drill up and inside of you, observing how you convulsed around him if he fucked his fingers in and out of you at the speed of light. 

“Yeah, you like that pretty girl? You like getting fucked by some dumb frat guy's fingers?” Gojo whispered into your ear, biting the shell harshly. You squealed in pleasure as you felt his thumb rub harsh circles on your clit. Fuck, he was so fucking good with his hands. 

“Fucking love it, holy fuck!” You gasped, feeling your knees start to give way as your orgasm approached. Suddenly, you grabbed Gojo’s wrist and pulled it away from your pulsating core, your breath slow and shallow. 

Gojo raised an eyebrow in confusion, his cock throbbing horribly in his boxers. “Was I too rough or something?” He asked, concerned about his performance. 

You shook your head in assurance, kissing his forehead gently. “N-no, not at all. It’s just that…I wanna cum on your cock, not on your fingers.” You whispered, playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “Also…that erection looks pretty fucking painful. Are you gonna let me ride you or what?” You teased, thumbing with the hem.

Almost instantly Gojo’s sweatpants flew off his body, leaving him only in his very tight black boxers. Your hands tugged down on the hem, pulling the boxers down so only his cock and balls were exposed. He was huge, his mushroom tip was pink and he had a large pulsating vein wrapping around the shaft. “Fuck…do you have a condom?” You asked, wanting so badly to just slam yourself down and fuck him senseless.

“Y-yeah, in my bag over there.” Gojo pointed to his discarded backpack at the entrance of his apartment, secretly wishing it would just fly into his hand like Thor with his hammer.

You wobbled over to retrieve the condom, shuffling through old candy wrappers and empty vape pens. Finding it, you practically sprinted over to sit back down on Gojo’s lap. He took the condom from your hands and tore open the foil with his teeth, rolling the latex on with ease. “Fuck, I’ve never been this sensitive before. You’re a witch.” He breathed out, kissing you softly as you hovered yourself above his cock.

“Shh, just lemme fuck you. Alright, baby?” You purred, lowering yourself down onto his cock. You hissed as his thick mushroom head pushed past your entrance, the pleasure outweighing the pain tenfold. “F-fuck, you’re so fucking big.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, pretty girl.” Gojo chuckled, grabbing onto your hips. He pushed you down further onto his cock, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until he’d bottomed out.

You started to move yourself up and down on his cock, bouncing slowly to grow accustomed to his length and girth. You kissed him passionately, gripping his broad and muscular shoulders for support. “Ngh, fuck!” You cried onto his lips, placing his hands on your waist to guide you.

Gojo’s hands pulled you back and forth, up and down on his length until you got the hang of handling how big he was, your hands now groping your tits as you fucked yourself on his cock. The filthy sound of skin slapping and squishing against skin filled the apartment, the still and stiff air being replaced with the intoxicating aroma of sex and lust. 

“God, just like that baby! Fuck, you’re so fucking good at riding this dick princess. Ride my dick, fuck, ride me! Fuck me!” Gojo cried out, resting his head on the cushions behind his naked body as your hips slammed onto his pelvic bone repeatedly, surely leaving bruises for him to wake up to tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking noisy.” You growled, wrapping your hands around his bruised throat. Not enough to stop him from breathing, just enough to let him know who was in charge. 

Gojo whimpered as he felt your hands wrap around his throat, his cock twitching inside of you. He had no idea he liked it when he wasn’t in charge when he was being used like a fucktoy. Gojo fucking loved watching ride him, how your sobbing cunt took his cock so nice and so deep.

You tilted your head to the side and smiled darkly, moving even faster on his cock to the point where you were just bouncing on the abused appendage. “What, baby forgot how to use his words? Are you being fucked too good you can’t even speak, huh? Adorable little slut.” You whispered, your lew words making Gojo want to become yours even more.

“Oh, is somebody gonna fucking cum?” You mocked, pouting your lip. Your grip around his neck tightened as you continued to ride him, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “Fucking cum for me baby, cum like the good little whore you are.”

“Fuck, I’m c-cumming! Fuck, ngh, fuck! Oh my God, fuck! Please” Gojo practically sobbed as his orgasm filled the rubber he wore, his grip on your hips not faltering. He could feel your cunt milk him for all he was worth, still bouncing on him with vigor. “P-please cum, please! Wan’ feel you on me, please!” He begged, his beautiful blue eyes swelling with tears.

You threw your head back as your orgasm finally hit you, pleasure coursing through every single possible vein in your body. “A-ah, shit! Fuck, fuck, oh my God!” You cried out, the bouncing on his cock slowing down as you rode out your high.

Exhausted, you collapsed onto Gojo’s sweaty chest, admiring how good he smelled even after sex. His arm wrapped around your soaked shirt, embracing you gently. “Fuck…that was the best sex I’ve had in a while.” He chuckled, kissing the side of your face.

“Oh yeah? We should do it again sometime after you do your homework of course.” You offered him a half-smirk, pulling yourself off of his now soften cock. You tied the condom and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket, pulling up your sweatpants and panties. “The sushi is probably here by now, should I go get it?” 

“Oh fuck,” Gojo grabbed his phone and unlocked it, seeing the notification that the sushi had been delivered ten minutes ago. “Fuck me, we took thirty minutes! Guess you were wrong about timing there, hm?”

You rolled your eyes and opened the apartment door to be greeted by a smug-looking Geto holding your sushi. “I’ve been standing here for about five minutes, you guys are really fucking loud.” He chuckled, allowing himself inside.

“Really, Satoru? On the couch? I sit there sometimes, dude.” Geto placed a hand on his hip, handing you the boxed sushi.

Gojo rolled his eyes and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He had put his pants back on but his abs were still very much on display.

“Fuck off, Suguru. Please.” Gojo mumbled, squeezing your waist. You smiled at the welcome touch, especially enjoying the banter the two of them shared.

“Seems like you already did, Satoru,” Geto smirked, walking off to his room.

“Fuck you, dickhead!”

[isackwhy]

Please do write them in the apocalypse it would be funny and i know it🙏

okay….y’all convinced me….

tgc boy’s in an apocalypse hc’s (kinda x reader)

isaacwhy

i think he’d survive pretty fucking long dare i say

resourceful

also strong so

and he knows how to shoot guns apparently

if u didn’t know how he’d 100% show u

kills snakes and yells at the ppl who complain that’s for dinner

“SOFT HANDS. YALL GOT SOFT HANDS”

def the type to speak to the walkers like they’re human before killing them

“oh brother you look like shit”

saves u extra food

tries to take the role of leader

gets shot down immediately

accidentally fucks around and finds out

like he does some shit couldn’t do legally beforehand and gets like mildly hurt

really observant over like u and the guys

listens for every sound

bigt

doesn’t take this shit seriously 9/10 times

finds a bandanna and it becomes his thing

“hey larry, do i look cool?” as he holds up an smg he stole off a dead guy

the one that cracks jokes even after a whole horde nearly killed y’all

“well—at least it wasn’t a close call”

it was.

will tend to u before anyone else

cooks up random ass shit w random ass shit and will eat it happily

gathers the items

tries to open a shop and basically gets told to go fuck himself

would try and use a spear

fails miserably

larrycroft

has the devious plans to get y’all out of sticky situations

sometimes u can’t tell if he’s being deadass bc they’re so odd until he does said plan

wants to die bc of how much of a picky eater he is and how he has like no choice to eat it

sleeps in trees above yall

will steal u clothes and jewelry

would somehow find an mp3 player and it becomes yalls godsend

tells stories near the fire

the small but mighty type

like will sneak up on people and kill (if needed)

tries to eat random berries

do not let him eat the random berries .

will pretend he knows what they are

he doesn’t.

him and tanner bring back random ass shit to decorate ur base w (if u have one idk)

softwilly

also tried to make himself leader.

not happening.

there’s no leader

went to school for chemistry so i imagine he’s good at making that kind of stuff

does know which berries to eat

brings bento w him

“bet ur missing ur vape right now isaac”

“i fucking hate u”

makes all the traps for like walkers and animals

complains every time u sleep in the woods

is adamant on when to switch watch shifts

like will shake u from a slumber if it’s ur turn

feel like he’d use a pistol idk

subconsciously handles most of the confrontations w ppl w isaac

freaks out when y’all don’t have somewhat clear water

and still wants to be as clean as possible so he will disappear to bathe in a lake if possible

loves surprising u w random shit he found as a little gift

yumi

sniper. and a good sniper too

maybe siege influenced him idk

kinda takes it the most seriously

“guys. enough. we don’t know what could be in here”

makes sure the rations are even smh

steals random leaves to pretend they’re weed and pretends to roll them for u

but would also steal flowers for u

“i’m done walking. there’s a building there”

somehow still dripped out

found a fanny bag and it’s his prized possession

doesn’t take shit from anyone

probably will curse a guy out and end up in a fight

that’s all my brain got got now

[cryptictales]

𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 ’𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕’ 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕? (𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

| ・゜゜・．A reader requested part two of my previous writing, which gets heavy but is short-lived. Included a link to part one if you have not read it yet.

| pairings; dean x reader

| warnings; aggression, touch, kissing

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 : 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒕?

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𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶

“How’s that no beer for a week going for you?”

“How’s the no vaping for a week going?” he asked sarcastically,

She leaned down from behind the couch and hummed in satisfaction with the liquid she had just swigged down, brushing slightly against his ear. “Mighty dandy d-e-a-n-o,” she whispered. Dean raised a brow not peeling those green hues from the laptop screen. “Mhm.” he simply responded.

Rolling her eyes, her attention turned to the screen of his laptop. “What’s that?” raising her finger to point at the screen.

“Nothing of your concern.” He spoke in a brief tone of voice.

“Oh, come on, if you’re planning to go on a hunt, I want in.”

Closing the laptop, he turned his head slightly to now face her which was still close approximately to one another. His eyes scanned over her hues then her lips as he whispered. “Why are you bothering me?”

“I’m not, I just—I figured you’d like some company.” She focused in on those green hues, and couldn’t help but look over his own lips that were only a few inches away from her own.

“Well, you thought wrong sweetheart.” He would brush off, sitting up as he placed the laptop on the coffee table in front of him before standing to his feet. She would stand straight back up, folding her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what? I didn’t say anything.”

“No, don’t go pouting now. You know what you’re doing, I’m not Sam.”

Rolling her eyes again, okay maybe she was slightly pouting. She was BORED. “Come on Dean, it's one hunt.”

Dean wouldn’t respond as he brushed her off again, heading down the hall. But she was persistent in following behind him until they were now both standing in his room. She leaned against the entrance of the door.

“Answer is still no (Y/N)...”

She didn’t budge. “But you haven’t given me a good reason why. Dean. God damn it, tell me.” she finally walked fully inside of his room. Moving to place a hand on his arm but was taken by surprise when he spun around gripping her wrist tightly into his hand. She took a harsh gulp; she could see the seriousness behind his eyes.

“I said NO damn it!” he said in a much more aggressive tone of voice. She yanked her arm away from his grasp. She didn’t say anything at first but again she was persistent. “Then TELL ME WHY NOT!?”

“BECAUSE it’s not a life you want to be a part of, OKAY? Do you think I like hunting monsters? Risking my life? My brother’s life? It’s not a damn game.” He was now turned to fully face her, his eyes not leaving her own. The distance between them was closing, both furious, unhinged maybe.

He would grab her by the throat pulling her against his body, his lips smashing against her own roughly. The taste of her tongue mingled with his own. Dean moved to shove her roughly against the wall, his hands moving down her body and back up, his lips venturing down from her lips to her neck. Marking her up her breathing was intense for a moment. Those large hands of his made their way to tangle into her hair.

“Dean? (Y/N)?”Sam’s voice called out to them.

(Y/N) would press her hand against his chest. Dean stopped his lips from capturing another taste of her. He pushed off the wall, as he returned to throwing the rest of his things into his duffle bag.

Clearing her throat, she ran a hand through the now tangled mess of her hair. “Y-yeah in here Sam.” she took one last glimpse of Dean, unable to recall what had just taken place.

Sam walking towards the doorway of his brother’s room, (Y/N) stepped outside before he could get to it. “Oh uh, I uh was just—”

“It’s fine Sam, I was just leaving.” she interrupted him before he could finish the rest of that awkward sentence. Moving to walk past him, she couldn’t resist but brush a few fingers across her lips.

Sam watched her walk past him as he turned to raise a brow towards Dean. Dean zipped up the duffle as he turned around to his brother in a confused yet ‘Do I want to know what just happened’ kind of expression.

“Did I just interrupt umm something?”

“let’s just get going.” Dean quickly replied, tossing the duffle bag over his shoulder.

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

[hypnoneghoul]

In a World That's Caught In a Writer's Web, Humiliation Reigns

WC: 2,2k

Relationship: Dew/Rain, Rain/Mountain, Swiss/Dew, Swiss/Aether

Tags: Teasing, dirty talk, cumming on stage, anal, blow jobs

It was a conspiracy, that’s what it was. It had to be. If it wasn’t, why would everyone tease him so much? He was behaving, for once, the last few days, and yet Dew was on the verge of popping a boner even before the show. Long before it.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

It was a conspiracy, that’s what it was. It had to be. 

If it wasn’t, why would everyone tease him so much? He was behaving, for once, the last few days, and yet Dew was on the verge of popping a boner even before the show. Long before it. 

Swiss’ hand on his thigh, moving up and down, squeezing, during the ride to the venue. Mountain ‘accidentally’ crowding him against whatever surface was around like he didn’t know what his size alone did to Dew. Aether whispering compliments, praise, straight into his ear with an arm around his waist. Rain just looking at him, all the time, in a way that made Dew’s knees buckle on its own. 

Everything was just so suggestive, and yet no one offered a hand or a mouth before the Ritual. At least the girls weren’t on it, if so, he definitely wouldn’t live long enough to go on stage.

But it didn’t end with the show beginning, the opposite, actually. 

Dewdrop was in misery, he was half hard by the time the first three songs ended and painfully so before they reached half of the show. Everyone could smell it on him, and it seemed to fuel their teasing even more.

Aether was constantly bumping into Dew, rubbing against him, sneaking a hand to smack him or squeeze his ass, shoving it under his guitar to fully grab him or just seemingly innocently caressing his inner thigh.

Dewdrop thought he would be safe at least from Swiss, not getting close to his platform, but he couldn’t be more wrong. The multi ghoul decided to roam the stage free tonight, and there was no way for Dew to escape him. The first time Swiss jumped him, he plastered himself to Dew and grabbed him everywhere squeezing and kneading. The second time, he ran to give Dew a hit of his vape when he was messing with the whammy bar, Swiss shoved one of his fingers along the pen into the fire ghoul’s mouth. Not enough to make him gag or choke, but enough of a suggestion, especially considering the circumstances. Then he just, oh so innocently, ran away, back to his platform, leaving Dew even more of a mess than he was moments before.

Rain, as expected, was the worst. Dew was totally down for him all the time, but when the water ghoul had a specific goal? There was just no rescuing Dewdrop.

Rain was on Dew all the time, headbutting him, bending his knee just between Dew’s legs, ghosting soft touches all over him. But that’s not what made Rain’s torture so agonising.

It was his filthy mouth, words half spoken into his ear, half into his mind, to make sure they wouldn’t be left unheard because of the show’s loudness.

“You smell so pretty, I could just eat you up.”

“I wanna bend you over that amp right here and fuck you stupid, in front of everyone. Show them all what a whiny slut you really are.”

“You actually look like you have an ass in these pants, I can’t stop staring, wanna just shove my face into it.”

“I’ll have you sit on my cock later, will you be a good boy for me? Warm my dick up properly, wait patiently until I’ll get bored enough to fuck you into whatever will be around?”

“Or maybe you wanna choke on it? Want to get all wet and messy, want my cum to fill your belly like a slut you are?”

“We could invite the rest, stuff you full in every way, cock shoved down every hole, bet you’d like that. Being used like a cheap whore.”

“You’d love getting fucked here, wouldn’t you? Everyone would look at the big, mighty ghoul getting dicked down like a pathetic bitch in heat.”

“I wonder if your devoted fans will respect you the same after watching you moan and whimper like a whore with a real cock up your ass.”

Dewdrop just couldn’t take it. He was so hard, pathetically trying to hide his boner behind his Stratocaster and wishing he’d stay with Fantomen for its way bigger body. He was running away from Rain in a way that must’ve looked awkward, there was no way the fans didn’t notice, he was sure his humiliation would be up on Twitter or Tiktok by tomorrow morning. At least they couldn’t see his face, presumably flushed deep red, and not from the excretion a Ritual usually brought on.

Few more songs and Dew’d get backstage, maybe finally getting something other than teasing from one or more of his packmates. If not, pathetic blowing his load into the first toilet available would have to do. Either way, the fire ghoul had to make it to the end.

But then time for ‘Year Zero’ came.

Dewdrop decided to leave Rain alone this time, no touching, no choking, because it would mess Dew up, not him. People would probably be disappointed, but, oh well, it was better than him passing out from having no blood in his brain in favour of his cock.

Rain, on the other hand, did not want to miss their little stunt. But considering Dewdrop’s unwillingness, he had to take matters into his own hands, literally, just as he was doing all day. He creeped up behind Dew when Aether started his solo, the small ghoul absolutely not noticing him, standing with one leg propped on a step and his guitar conveniently resting against it.

The water ghoul stood just behind him, his arm reaching in front of Dew to splay across his chest and harshly bring his back flush with Rain, the water ghoul barely saving the arena from awful feedback from his bass. Rain trailed his hand upwards, making sure to catch on the nipple rings hidden behind Dewdrop’s uniform, stopping at the fire ghoul’s neck.

“My pretty bitch, I’ll get you stuck on my knot, stuff you full of my cum, make sure you catch,” Rain spoke just as he started squeezing. “I’ll watch you swell with my kits, no one will dare to touch you, everyone will know just who you belong to.”

Dew moaned so high and loud Rain could hear him over all the noise, feeling how whole body spasmed, his guitar making a barely noticeable pinch. The water ghoul smirked, backing away, but when the smell hit him, his mouth dropped open under the balaclava.

Dewdrop came.

Untouched, on stage.

Rain couldn’t be more proud of himself.

Dew regained his composure, partially at least, to survive the rest of the show, now not the hard on tormenting him, but the aftermath.

The shame, the stickiness, the hungry eyes of his packmates on his back, the thousands of eyes in front of him that could’ve noticed. What if someone noticed? What if someone recorded it? They must’ve, but is his literal orgasm noticeable?

He fucking cummed on stage.

The fire ghoul burned with embarrassment, Rain’s words still echoing in his brain, the mess in his pants making him the worst kind of uncomfortable both physically and mentally. The Ritual seemed to never end.

Until it did, but that was even worse, as Dew had to put his guitar, his only shield, away. He never prayed so loud in his life for dry pants, looking down after the Stratocaster was taken by his tech. He nearly cried in relief when his boxers turned out to have perfectly soaked his cum in, leaving his uniform pants looking normal.

Dewdrop was still very much on edge, throwing the picks and giving out the setlists, glancing down from time to time to make sure he was still relatively safe. That is until Swiss came up behind him, grabbing him by his crotch and bringing his small body against his, “Someone got wet, didn’t he? Smells delicious.”

Dew choked on his spit, managing only a pathetic whimper making Swiss laugh and leave him again. The fire ghoul was shaking by the time the bows ended and he stepped foot backstage.

He should trash around, scream at his packmates, especially Rain, for making him cum on stage, for doing it all to him, but he was just so tired and sticky he made a beeline for the venue showers, not saying a word to anyone.

Dew made the water extra hot, as if the scalding water could burn away his shame. He scrubbed at his skin, hissing at the sensitivity of his spent cock turning it into a growl loosely directed at his pack. He was wrapping himself up in a towel when he heard Swiss’ booming laugh and smelled him, Aether, Mountain and Rain. All horny, apparently, and, unfortunately, there was no way for Dew to avoid them now.

“Hi, Firefly,” Aether waved at him from across the shower room, the rest right behind him.

“Fuck off,” Dew grumbled, gathering his stage uniform from the bench, minus the boxers that stayed in a trash can, intending on storming out.

“Oh, come on,” Swiss cooed, “let us make up for it?”

“I did tell you what my plans were, baby,” Rain added.

Dewdrop weighed his options. He could go straight to the bus, sulk in his bunk curled around himself, or he could take on the offer and enjoy the ‘making up’ for the whole day of torture and the literal climax of it all.

He chose the second option, of course, he was a ghoul after all.

“Better treat me real good now,” he pouted, and before the last word left his mouth Rain was on him.

“Promise,” he whispered, attaching his lips to Dew’s neck. Swiss took the bundled up clothes from the fire ghoul, as Mountain came behind him and scooped him up, making Dew yelp.

“Won’t fuck here when we’ve got a dressing room for ourselves,” the earth ghoul announced, tilting his head down to place a soft kiss at Dew’s forehead.

They reached said dressing room soon enough, and just as Dew heard the click of a lock, he dropped his towel, his cock hard and leaking again. Rain didn’t wait for more of an invitation, stripping quickly, the others following, and beckoned Mountain to lay flat on the couch in the middle. He obeyed, cock heavy between his legs begging for attention. He received it soon enough, Rain crawling over him to sink on it in one smooth motion, having, obviously, prepared earlier. They groaned in unison, Dew making a noise of complaint where he was standing. It was supposed to be about him, after all, wasn’t it?

“Baby, come here, all fours,” Rain called for him as he laid back onto Mountain’s chest, cock in his ass. Dew obliged, how could he not, crawling over Rain in a way that made his dick hang just over his lips. “Good boy, yeah, feed it to me.”

Dewdrop felt Swiss’ warm hands at his butt just as Rain’s cool mouth closed around his tip, a quiet whimper leaving his mouth. He was way too far gone for words, already, even more when one of Swiss’ fingers plunged into his hole, thrusting and stretching, another joining soon. 

Meanwhile behind him, Aether was doing the same to the multi ghoul, making him shudder from time to time when a thick finger dragged over his prostate.

On the bottom, Rain was doing a great job at picking Dew apart, being comfortably filled himself. As the little ghoul’s punched out moans were getting higher in pitch, Swiss straddled Rain’s middle and shoved his cock into Dew, nearly rocking him off of the couch.

Dewdrop was impossibly close already, few thrust from Swiss and he was screaming, spasming and cumming down Rain’s throat, this time finally getting some pleasure out of it. He was floating for a few more moments, until he felt cum filling his ass, then it dripping down his thighs as Swiss pulled out. Seems as he was as desperate as Dew earlier. After all, Dew’s scent was keying them all up all evening.

Aether pulled Dew, not unlike a ragdoll, off of Rain and Mountain, letting the earth ghoul finally thrust up into Rain, both moaning at getting real stimulation. The quintessence ghoul put Dew at the second couch that was in the room, sitting next to him with his legs spread, beckoning Swiss closer. He scrambled to straddle his leaking cock and sank down on it as Aether guided his hips.

Dew was far away, surrounded by filthy moans and obscene slick sounds, curled around himself. He wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, just spent and tired as he waited for his packmates to have their fun.

Dew didn’t realise when they all finished, cleaned up a bit and dressed in their casual clothes, only coming back to it when Rain’s cool hand cupped his cheek, “Hey, you okay?”

“W- what? Oh, yeah, ‘m just tired,” he yawned, as if to confirm his words, a few giggles sounding at that. He was incredibly cute, fucked out, and all.

“Let’s get you back to the bus, then,” Mountain picked him up after wrapping him in Rain’s blanket. “We have the big bed tonight, all for ourselves.”

“Mhm…” Dewdrop mumbled, nuzzling his face into Mountain’s neck.

He was asleep before they even reached the bus.

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Firm In God Through My Suffering 

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ 1 Corinthians 13:3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

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VERSE OF THE DAY 

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+  1 Peter 5:9 But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world."

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM NOT AFRAID

I AM LISTENING

I AM MIGHTY

I AM STRONG

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READ TIME: 9 Minutes & 18 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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   When we are ill, it's hard to pray. I can remember I had got COVID, and I remember hearing from other people that it’s the worst feeling you ever want to feel and that you don’t want to do anything. I was like, no, that won’t happen to me. I will pray regardless of how I feel, and I remember waking up one morning. I went into my prayer closet, and all I could do was sit, and I said to the Holy Spirit I don’t know what's happening, but I feel so drained and tired, and he told me to go lay down, and I laid down got back up I felt even worst.

    I prayed in tongues, while laying down that’s all I could do was talk to God about my illness and how I was feeling slowly

started losing my ability to breathe, after a few days, I felt like I was dying, and I said to the Holy Spirit I don’t want to die; please help me, and I felt this warmth come over my body.

  I started feeling better immediately, which lasted about seven days. I felt terrible I was alone I couldn’t call my parents because they were  in the hospital, and my other siblings I didn't want them to come over because I didn’t want them to get this from me, so I stayed alone, but as I got through that, I realized I wasn't alone I had the Holy Spirit and that every moment I couldn’t breathe and every moment I felt alone I didn’t go through alone he went with me.

  The guy we will look at today his name is Hezekiah, and he was very ill 2 Kings 20:1 In those days, Hezekiah became ill. And Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him and said to him, “This is what the Lord says: ‘Set your house in order, for you are going to die and not live.’” 

   God wanted him to know to get his house in order, and sometimes God will tell us this to help us prepare; sometimes we need to get our house in order not because we are going to die but because our lives are out of order and God wants to place it in order and a lot of us don’t have it in order because we feel we have time or we are think I’m in perfect health , we don’t think what’s in our daily life that we could be doing that he’s asking us to get in order , but the bible tell us we aren’t promised tomorrow. Our life is a vape. Those of us who keep playing around with getting and building a relationship with God are losing light daily. Every day, we must build with him to grow with him.

  Verse 2-3 Then he turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, saying, “Please, Lord, just remember how I have walked before You wholeheartedly and in truth, and have done what is good in Your sight!” And Hezekiah wept profusely.

    Hezekiah wasn’t taking no for an answer. He was going to battle for his life, almost like Jacob. Jacob didn’t let go of the angel of God because he wanted a blessing, and Hezekiah wasn’t letting his life go that quickly. He was honest with God. He asked if God could remembered how faithful he was. “Do you remember me walking with you and being wholehearted and living in the truth”, and he said, I did everything well in your sight”. He cried, and he let all of it out in front of God, and that’s what we must do during our prayer time : pray the sincerest prayers. We don’t have to be sick or hurt to do this. We could want to express our feelings, and he will hear and help us through our pain. 

  Verse 4-6 And even before Isaiah had left the middle courtyard, the word of the Lord came to him, saying,5 “Return and say to Hezekiah, the leader of My people, ‘This is what the Lord, the God of your father David says: “I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; behold, I am going to heal you. On the third day, you shall go up to the house of the Lord. And I will add fifteen years to your life, and I will save you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will protect this city for My own sake and My servant David’s sake.”’

   See, God heard him and fixed his problem. God wants to fix our problems. He wants to hear us, but we must go to him with a contrite heart and say, father

I know this is your plan, but please allow me this. When we do this, he will grant us so much time, grace, and mercy. Still, everything doesn’t always happen like this, but when it does, we must be so grateful for everything the Holy Spirit wants us to know. Even in our trials, even in our pain, he's there, but he wants to hear us speak the words.

  We must learn to allow ourselves to come to him; we talked about being raw with our feelings and thoughts yesterday, but we must do this. In a respectful way, God is who made us every mark, every flaw we have comes from God, and he can take our flaws and show us who is he, how many of us are ready to let go during our time of pain and sorrow God wants us to know he loves us and that he sees our pain, even during our pain God wants us to know we don’t stand alone , that he’s standing with us.

   1 Peter 5:9 But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world."

  Other people are going through, and we aren’t alone in our problems. I thought I was alone when I had Covid, but God had to show me you were not alone. I am with you; it’s others going through these very things like you; we must stand firm in our faith, knowing that we serve a God that sees us, we serve a God that’s all-knowing, we serve a God that is willing to show us the way if we are willing to go down the right path with him. 

  Jeremiah 6:16 This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’”

    Wherever we are in life, if it’s a crossroad or just a moment in our life happening God is there; sometimes he shows us the way, and we are too stubborn or stuck in our ways that we don’t want to walk in the way of the lord; we think our way is better but when we are scared, and we feel overwhelmed sometimes we allow fear to speak louder than God but we must silence fear with the word of God, don’t allow your fear to take you to a place that you don’t want to be , do exactly like Hezekiah and allow your fear to take the back seat and trust in God.

   ***Today, we learned that our fears and what we deal with can take us down the wrong road.  Fear is meant to do this; fear is of the devil, and a lot of times, we allow him to take the driver's seat because it’s easier this way, but God wants us to know that his way will always be easier when we don’t surrender to fear and to the enemy.

  Joshua 1:9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

   He’s asking us in this to be strong and not be fearful because wherever we go, he’s there; we might not see him like we see family and friends, but if we sit still and focus on him, we will feel his presence, a lot of times we are so busy with day to day life that we don’t feel him because we are looking over him at all times, take the time today to focus on God. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, please help us not to fear; lord, help us to depend on you. Lord, we ask you to release us from the fear that has succumbed to our lives. Lord, we ask you to comfort us through everything; lord, help us also to have faith in you. Many of us are confused about what to do; please let us hear you and apply the word to our lives. Lord, let this word break yokes and chains in our lives today. In Jesus' Name Amen 

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REFERENCES 

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+ Proverbs 29:25 The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts the Lord is safe.

 

+ 2 Timothy 1:7 For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.

 

+ Psalm 34:4 I sought the Lord, who answered me and delivered me from all my fears.

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FURTHER READINGS 

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Proverbs 2

Leviticus 2

Psalm 59

Isaiah 17

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[mayimkjs]

An In Depth Look At Mikoto, John and Midokoto

Taken from the FOOL's MATE research doc

Mikoto

Name: Mikoto (尊 / ミコト)

Other names: Aokoto (葵コト), Bokukoto (僕コト), Bluekoto

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Birthday: October 6th

Role: Host

Color: Blue

Foil: Kotoko, John

Tarot Card: The Hanged Man

Card Position: Upright 

Pronouns: Boku / 僕

Voice Type: High Baritone / Low Tenor

Likes: Shopping, Darts, Photography, Cycling, Horse meat sashimi, Pasta, Bubble tea, Pudding 

Diskiles: Staying up all night working, Reptiles, Violence

Personality: 

T1: Happy-go-lucky, Bubbly, Pacifist, People-pleaser, Energetic, Stubborn, Friendly 

T2: Friendly, Isolated

Details

Has fairly neat but quick handwriting.

Scared of John.

John has hinted that he may be suicidal and he cries himself to sleep some nights.

Laughs when he’s suffering.

Self conscious and wants to look like an adult.

Let's people walk all over him but he may not be as spineless or passive as he seems.

Started being uber positive when he started his current job.

Good speaking skills and he’s easy to talk to.  

He’s an extrovert. 

He might be a perfectionist.

Mikoto was already insanely popular after the first voice trailer. With the release of "MeMe" he became the most popular character.

He has an unhealthy obsession with how others see him. 

He’s likely been around as an alter for a long time, if not his entire life.

He may think he deserves all of the abuse he receives from his peers. 

He ignores his issues and pretend they don’t exist.

He’s proactive. 

He use to smoke cigarettes but he switched to vapes at some point. He started to do so to fit in at work. During Season 2, he stopped smoking all together. 

Often confused af

Tries to adapt to the situation.

Doesn't know what crime he committed and suspects that he got involved by mistake

Parents divorced when he was very young

Has a younger sister

He’s a graphic designer that’s bad at drawing. He works at a top notch advertising company and got this job right after he graduated college. His coworkers and boss exploit him and he’s overworked because of it. 

The other prisoners can hear noises coming from cell in the middle of the night

Can drink a lot of alcohol and used to drink a lot in university 

Did the bare minimum needed to get into a good company.

He believes he has a bad memory and sleepwalks. 

He isn’t a good sleeper and it’s rare that he gets a good night's rest. 

Has a habit of pulling his hair.

John

Name: John (ジョン)

Other names: Akakoto (赤コト), Orekoto (俺コト), Redkoto

Gender: Male

Age: Young

Birthday: Recent

Role: Protector 

Color: Red

Foil: Mikoto, Midokoto

Tarot Card: The Fool

Card Position: Upright

Pronouns: Ore / 俺

Voice Type: Mid Toned Baritone

Likes: Mikoto 

Dislikes: People flaunting themselves, Acting high-and-mighty, People who can't speak in a straightforward manner, Things that harm Mikoto

Personality: 

T1: Hostile, Impulsive

T2: Distant, Blunt, Hot-headed, Rational, Stoic, Desperate  

Details

His name is derived from the term “John Doe”.

Prone to violent outbursts and is very strong.

Very protective over Mikoto. He's willing to do anything for Mikoto's sake.

Truly sorry and regrets his actions.

Wants to disappear and take all of Mikoto's pain and weakness away with him.

Good speaking skills. 

Has messy handwriting and doesn’t seem to know how to write kanji. 

He’s right handed.

He is “new” and has essentially been a husk until recently. 

Due to the stress Mikoto was under in T2 because of his T1 verdict, John fronted more causing him to stabilize more.

He thinks that he’s a monster and things would be better had he stayed that way instead of developing to where he is now. 

A sort of “feel bad for me” type at times.

He may be the one that’s making noises in his cell at night.

He was born from Mikoto’s stress and fronts to deal with said stress. 

He might have self destructive coping mechanisms seeing that the damage to Mikoto’s uniform appears to be self inflicted. 

He’s likely the one making noises at night.

His identity is heavily tied to his role as protector. 

In his eyes, he failed as a protector by getting Mikoto into this situation.  

He’s reactive. 

Midokoto

Name: Midokoto (ミドコト)

Other names: Midorikoto (緑コト), Kyūseishu (救世主), Greenkoto

Gender: ??? (likely male)

Role: Gatekeeper

Color: Green

Foil: Mikoto, John

Tarot Card: The Hanged Man

Card Position: Reversed

Pronouns: Ore / 俺, Boku / 僕

Personality: Calm, Emotionless

Details

Currently has the fan-given name, Midokoto (ミドコト). His name is based on “Midori”, which means green. 

Calm and blank faced

Smokes real cigarettes

Very similar to Mikoto but also possibly a control freak and very stubborn 

Seems to reinforce and enable John’s violent yet protective nature

Possibly prefers to observe things.

He is more distantly related to the others compared to how closely depicted Mikoto and John are. 

He’s likely been around for a while. 

Not present in "Double".

[tahiriveilasolo]

Wes Janson: Guess who’s back? The one all-mighty pilot, destroyer of two Death Stars, the most handsome man in the galaxy, the—

Kell Tainer: Permission to vape this one, sir.

Wedge Antilles: Permission granted. (a few minutes later) Wes Janson: Shouldn’t have talked that much in the simulator.

[sobfultoast]

•°~† Lucifer †~°•

•°~† The perfectly flawless but malicious sadist. The mighty first-born †~°•

•°~† Keys †~°•

♡ Fluff ~ The fluff in the relationships. Comfort and lovey dovey things.

♤ Smut/Spicy ~ Not always explicit... Probably though.

◇ Silly ~ Jokes. Nonsensical.

♧ Angst ~ Anything depressing and sad.

! Thoughts/Deep Dive ~ Anything that analyses the characters.

•°~† Headcannons †~°•

Careful Touches ♡

↑ (MC touches his demonic features for the first time)

Just the Little Human Things ◇

↑ (Him reacting to MC doing normal human things)

~ REQUESTS ~

Smoking !

↑ (MC smokes/vapes and the Lucifer's reaction and opinion)

•°~†~°•

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[sonicandtailsfan64-page]

So, earlier this week, HarmonyBunny2024 from Deviantart sent me an image on FB Messenger and he made me a fursona, and this is what he made of my fursona

Pretty cool huh?, never had someone surprised me with a fursona gift before, i did however came up with the summer/winter time and pj's designs and colors, (especially the winter gear, showing some loyalty to the University of Michigan!), and since he was very kind to make such wonderful gift of this, i think it's time to give it some character and add a bio of him, shall we??

Biography:

Name: Steven The Fox

Species: Vulpine Fox

Age: 32

Sex: M

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationship: Single (He has no interests in romance, just making friends)

Likes: Making New Friends, Spending Time with Best Friends, Going to Arcades, Bowling, Auto Racing, Video Games, Partying, Sweet Foods, Hot Cocoa, Milk, Snuggles, Cuddles, Classic Rock (90's on back), Furry Animals Great and Small, Dinosaurs, Being Imagitive, Having Fun, Defending and protecting his Friends, Cartoons, Movies, Lullabies, Belly/Foot rubs, Slumber Parties, Winter Time, Holidays, Birthdays, Football, Hockey, Wearing his Pajamas during either a rainy day or a cloudy and lazy day, Watching Game Shows, His Nightcaps, His Teddy Bear (It's his emotional support, helps him from anxiety, stress, drama, depression, anger, when he's upset, protect him from nightmares and will let his friends hold it when in any sort of stress or trouble), Hugs and Just Being himself.

Dislikes: Drinking Alcohol, Cigerettes/ECigs/Vaping, Any Kind Of Drugs that are bad for you, someone bullying him and/or his friends, News and Politics, Drama, Bad Thunderstorms, Being In Complete Darkness with no Light, Being Sick, Any sort of P*rn or something 18+, Crappy Movies, Summer Time Weather, High Heat, Newer type of Music (Mainly 2010's onward), Being Shirtless in Public (It makes him very uncomfortable, he'll wear a tank top if he doesn't wearing a t-shirt), Arguments and Romance (He's fine being single).

Best Friends: Snoopy, Brian Griffin, Yoshi's in Yoshi Island, Gromit, Brian's Cousin Jasper, Snoopy's Siblings, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy Rose, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Jerry Mouse, Nick Wilde, Scooby Doo, Huckleberry Hound, Crash Bandicoot, Exile (Road Rovers), Krypto The Superdog (2005 Version), Rocko (From RML), Bonnie, Glamrock Freddy (Both from FNAF), Bugs Bunny, Banjo Kazooie, Courage The Cowardly Dog, Gumball and Darwin Watterson, Ice Bear, Mike Wazowski, Pink Panther, Ruff Ruffman, Mordecai (From Regular Show), Bark The Polar Bear, Mighty The Armadillo, Bandit Heeler (From Bluey), CatDog, Alfur (From Hilda), Rocky (From Rocky and Bullwinkle), Mr. Peabody, Mario Bros., Princess Peach, Blueshi (blueyoshiegg's Yoshi Character), Emily The Violet Ghost (EmilyTheVioletGhost's Character) and Jamal Cottontail (HarmonyBunny2024's Character).

Enemies/Rivals: None.......yet

Nicknames/Alias': Bud (Brian Griffin and Sonic), Buddy (Snoopy, Green Yoshi and Tails), Champ (Knuckles), Pal (Mickey Mouse, CatDog, Rocko, Scooby Doo and Donald Duck), Stevie (Amy Rose), Sly Steve (Nick Wilde), Dear Friend (Krypto, Banjo, Emily and Jamal), Little Mate (Bandit Heeler), Guardian Angel (Courage and Jerry), Doc (Bugs Bunny), Kit (Mike Wazowski, Mighty and Pink Panther), Dude (Mordecai, Gumball and Darwin), Foxy Boy (Exile, Ice Bear and Crash), Little Rockstar (Bonnie), Superstar (Glamrock Freddy, Mario and Luigi), Steve-o (Mordecai, Nick Wilde, Sonic, Bandit Heeler, Mike Wazowski and Bark), Lad (Gromit), Ol' Chap (Gromit), Ol' Chum (Gromit), Comrade (Exile), Sweetie (Jasper, Peach and Amy Rose), Sweetheart (Jasper, Peach and Amy Rose), Little Pupal (Mr. Peabody), Feller (Huckleberry Hound and Banjo), Fetcher (Ruff Ruffman), Fwiend (Blueshi), Sportsfan (Everyone).

Character Traits: Happy, Autistic, Smart, Kind, Helpful, Sweet, Caring, Energetic, Loves to Sleep, Great Singer, Computer Guy, Game Show Fanatic, Huggable, Snuggly, Cuddly, Ticklish, Addicted to Chocolate, Supporting, Relaxed, Welcoming, Friendly, Funny, Great Cook, Heroic, Cheerful, Loving, Gold Hearted.

[killemwithkawaii]

I have a mighty thirst for Larry Johnson and I need to confess my sinful fantasies about him and anything to do with fucking him while we're both stoned as fuck.

I've pretty new to smoking weed still, I've only really used vape pens and edibles without having someone else roll or load a bong for me. Enter one sexy stoner god; Larry Johnson- The Weed Wizard.

One night it's just he and I hanging out, smoking weed and playing video games, and he playfully teases me and pats my back after I overdo it a bit and cough my lungs out for the fifth time.

I often get horny when I smoke weed, and I think Larry's regular joking around and ribbing would just have me squirming in my seat.

What I don't know is that he's noticed me not-so-subtly staring at his mouth out of the corner of my eye every time he takes a drag, biting my lip when he puts his hands over mine to properly grip the heavier bongs, putting an arm around my shoulders to lean in closer to light the bowl for me.

Before I can cough myself sore, Larry tells me he knows a trick to cough less- shotgunning.

I agree and he takes a long hit before pulling me close and exhaling slowly into my mouth without breaking eye contact. The next time he exhales, his lips are even closer to mine. After the third exhale of smoke he kisses me and then neither of can keep our hands off each other and fucks me to into the couch, all dazed and desperate. ~R

High Sex with Larry Johnson-

[CW: NSFW Lemon, Larry Johnson x (gn)reader, unsanitary, drug use, dubcon (technically bc you're both intoxicated???), MINORS DNI!]

>YUS SOME HIGH SEXY TIME WITH LARRY 😤👌💨💕💦

>I'd bet he would think it was soooo cute that you're a baby stoner and would loooove showing you the ropes~ >:3c

>The process of getting your weed ready and smoking as foreplay is so good??? Selecting just the right strain to set the mood, taking a big whiff from the bag to build anticipation, him introducing his pieces (and maybe laughing and sharing stories about the names he gave them), picking out what flavor wrap you want, the sound and smell as he grinds up a nug, him carefully collecting all the keif left on the sides of the grinder with one of his paintbrushes, the way he licks the blunt suggestively while making eye contact, watching his hands as he breaks down the bud and loads the bowl just so, him insisting you get greens and lighting it for you while you hit it, competing a little over who can take the biggest bong rip, seeing him blow smoke rings or french inhale just to show off a little (and maybe teaching you how to do it, too)...~ Just 🥴💨💓💦💦💦

>High sex where you're just grinding away and it's so damn sloppy but you're too gone to care about the mess or the noise or the occasional slipup in rhythm 👍👍👍

>Sometimes one or both of you gets the giggles or gets distracted and you end up having a deep and/or silly off-topic conversation mid-coitus, then realize you're naked and remember you were in the middle of having sex and you get back to it 😂

>Also taking a pause once in a while to take another hit while you're fucking (maybe while one of you is still inside the other) 😩👌💨💘

>Okay but what if he rolls you your own blunt to enjoy while you lay back and he goes down on you (and he wont stop talking about how he has the munchies and that you're really hitting the spot right now)? Do you shotgun him hits off of it and taste yourself on his lips or what?? 🤔

>Alternatively, sucking his dick while he smokes a blunt and he dirty talks and praises you and pets your hair the entire time 🙈💞

>Or, you could just go with some casual mutual handjobs while passively watching tv and cuddling up, not in any hurry at all to get off, just relaxing and enjoying the intimacy of touching each other while stoned UwU 💋💨💘