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iluvshinobukocho · 4 months ago

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F*CK YOU TOMIOKA

Shinobu x fem reader!

WORD COUNT: 1938

Hey dere! 🤓🥸 was taking a spooky dooky n had an idea >_<!!

PLEASE READ FOR STORY!: Made Giyuu kind of sassy and rude in this one. I wanted to give him a lover in this one too or a crush but I don’t really ship him with anyone, so I just went for his second most popular ship.

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Shinobu sighed once again at the sight of (Y/n) and Mitsuri together. Everyone was in the rehabilitation training room. Well the butterfly girls plus (Y/n) were here to help Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu but Mitsuri joined for (Y/n).

Usually the insect hashira and the non-demon slayer would be together 24/7 but these past few days the brunette has been hanging out with the Love Hashira.

She missed hanging out with (Y/n) and is upset she got ‘replaced’ by the pink haired girl. Shinobu would never admit her feelings for the brunette to anyone but the butterfly girls see right through Shinobu and keep on trying to encourage her to confess.

“Oh my gosh why doesn’t she just go confess already. I’m tired of hearing all these sighs.” Aoi thought outloud and didn’t notice.

Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho whipped their heads to Aoi and gasped a bit. Even Shinobu was caught off guard and turned around to face Aoi.

Aoi got a bit nervous at the sudden attention, “W-what?”

“You said that outloud..” Kiyo informed her. Aoi eyes widen and turned to Shinobu’s direction to say an apology.

“What do you mean confess. I don’t like (Y/n)!” Shinobu lied through her teeth with a straight face. “Shinobu-sama… no one mentioned (Y/n)” Naho informed Shinobu skeptically.

“But Aoi mentioned (Y/n).” Shinobu responded, sure of herself. Everyone shook their head in disagreement, knowing Aoi didn’t involve the brunette.

“Shinobu-sama! You always taught us not to lie.” Kiyo reminded. Shinobu sighed knowing there’s no way out of this.

“Okay.. hypothetically let’s say if I did like (Y/n) do you think I’d be obvious?” The hashira asked.

They all nod, “Yes! I’m pretty sure everyone knows you like (Y/n)-san.” Sumi answered.

“Ahem.. again hypothetically! If (Y/n) knew do you think she’d stop hanging out with me to be with Mitsuri?” she asked thinking she was keeping it cool.

“I don’t how but I can assure you she doesn’t know that you like her.” Aoi reassured, rolling her eyes.

Shinobu let out a sigh of relief. “But then why has she stopped being with me. She’s always with Kanroji-san now” she questioned, slipping up.

“You mean ‘hypothetically’? Why don’t you go ask her?” Aoi suggested hoping for this to be over with. “Yeah! You go Shinobu” the triplets encouraged simultaneously.

“Yes, but hypothetically I wouldn’t just go over there and tell her to stop hanging out with Mitsuri to hang out with me. I’d have to make her come here on her own. And I think I have a great idea for that.” Shinobu said smirking getting an idea.

“I do not like where this is going” Aoi whispered to the girls before going over to where the trio was at (Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Tanjiro).

•••

“Come on, Tomioka-san open up! I know you’re in there.” Shinobu shouted knocking on the gate door nonstop.

Giyuu was sitting in the middle of his empty mansion hoping she leave. Once realizing she wasn’t going to leave he sighed and got up to open his sliding door.

As he reached to slide it, the door already slid open harshly. “Now why didn’t you open sooner? I had to hop over the gate. I was starting to think you weren’t home.” Said the short girl with a butterfly clip in her hair.

“What.. do you need” he said in a disinterested tone.

“Not much. I just need you to help me get someone back. I won’t take no for an answer, I already know you have nothing better to do.” she replied.

“Is this about your obvious love for (Y/n)?” He asked rolling his eyes. “And if it is?” She replied.

She was going to deny her crush on (Y/n) but trusyed Giyuu enough surprisingly. Despite the fact she teases him a lot she knows he wont say anything to anyone.

“Just go confess already. It’s crazy how you two aren’t together yet. Everyone knows you’re both head over heels for each other.” He stated

“I don’t know how to and I’m sure you don’t know any better. No one has ever liked you like that before and probably never will with your attitude” she fired, smirking

“Keep this up and I won’t help you out, you hopeless lesbian.” He threatened

“Ok! Fine fine” she surrendered raising her hands up.

••

The duo arrived to the butterfly estate bickering with each other. Right before entering the rehabilitation room, they had a pep talk.

“You sure confessing isn’t better than this stupid idea of yours?” Giyuu asked, making sure Shinobu was %100 sure of this plan.

“Just go along with it. I just need her to realize she misses me and will leave Mitsuri for me.” Shinobu divulged.

“I still can’t believe you’re jealous of Pinkie Pie. Just because she has your girls attention right now. How low you have come, Shinobu Kocho” he teased, never has he seen Shinobu like this before.

“Whatever, you’d probably be like this too for Sanemi. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at him in hashira meetings, with your gay ass” She fired back.

Because he could say anything, she opened the door to the rehabilitation training room and entered. Giyuu was still outside, so Shinobu turned around to face him.

She let out the loudest laugh catching everyone’s attention. “Oh my gosh, Giyuu-kun you are hilarious!!” She shouted.

Zenitsu was stretching with the triplets but Shinobu caught his attention. Tanjiro was trying to tag Kanao but couldn’t reach her. Mitsuri and (Y/n) were chatting, unbeknownst to Shinobu but Mitsuri was encouraging (Y/n) to confess. And, Inosuke was about to start training with Aoi in the cup thing.

Aoi face palmed her forehead realizing what Shinobu’s great ‘idea’ was. She couldn’t believe how immature her mentor was. Nonetheless she ignored it and started training Inosuke.

Tomioka side eyed Shinobu and whispered, “Okay you’re overdoing it. Everyone’s staring now.”

“Okay, but is (Y/n) looking at us?” She whispered back looking at him only not wanting to seem as if she was looking for the brunette. Truly, she didn’t care if the whole world was looking at her she just wanted to make sure she got (Y/n)’s attention.

“Thanks to your loud ass fake laugh, yeah. Literally everyone’s looking at you and…” He paused at the end.

“And what? Tell me!” She asked impatiently but Giyuu didn’t answer. Instead, she heard a voice from behind her.

“Hiii! How are you guys??” A high pitched voice said. Shinobu turned around and saw a pink haired girl infront of her with a brunette standing behind her.

Seeing (Y/n) made Shinobu hold her breath. She locked eyes with (Y/n) and it lasted with what felt like hours. She snapped out of it when Giyuu elbowed her in the ribs.

She winced at the pain but locked in remembering, a certain brunette was staring at her. “Oh we’re good!” Giyuu said, answering for Shinobu.

“So, I was wondering what you said that made Shinobu laugh so hard? I want to be apart of the fun too!” Mitsuri asked.

The silence was loud, this wasn’t how the plan was supposed to go. (Y/n) was supposed to just leave Mitsuri alone and drag Shinobu out to hang out.

“Oh! Uh you see.. he said…” Shinobu muttered, trying to come up with anything but she couldn’t think straight, especially knowing (Y/n)’s gaze was upon her.

“I didn’t say anything. She just wanted (Y/n)’s attention.” Giyuu snitched, betraying Shinobu.

Shinobu whipped her head so fast towards Giyuu with widened eyes. She looked at him with a face saying ‘what the fuck, Giyuu?!?”.

He started to walk away knowing if stayed any longer, Shinobu would pounce on him.

“Fuck you Tomioka! You and your blabbermouth!”The short girl shouted.

“Fuck you too Kocho! That’s my revenge for what you said about me earlier!” He said a bit louder than his usual voice, but still not as loud as shouting.

The insect hashira turned back to look at the other duo infront of her. She started to sweat a bit, getting nervous after being exposed. “Oh! So uhh. I’ll leave you two alone” Mitsuri stated, awkwardly running away too.

Well this is fucking awkward. Both of the girls thought in their heads. Their silence was interrupted by Aoi shouting, “Please just talk it out already to stop torturing everyone! We can all see what’s happening either act normal or leave the room”

They flinched at the sudden shouting and nodded at Aoi. They left the room together and found a nearby bench to sit on.

“Soo.. you were trying to get my attention?” (Y/n) started, rubbing the back of her neck while smiling a bit.

“Yeah.” Shinobu confirmed. “What’d you need it for?”

“Err.. I guess I just missed you. We always hang out and recently you started to hang out with Mitsuri more often. I got a bit jealous and wanted your attention..” The insect hashira confessed.

Oh Goodness how great that felt! She finally got it off her chest and told (Y/n).

The brunette started laughing..? Shinobu was confused by the sudden laughter. “Sorry, I’m not trying to make fun of you. It’s just.. I started to hang out with Mitsuri for advice to ask you out. I thought she’d be the best one for advice, because she’s the ‘love’ hashira ya know..?” (Y/n) explained.

Shinobu’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “Now I feel really stupid. This whole time, I thought I was being replaced. Wait..? Advice to ask me out? Does this mean.. you like me?” Shinobu asked.

(Y/n) nodded slowly, “Sorry, did I get the wrong idea? I thought.. you wanting my attention meant you liked me back.” (Y/n) asked.

Shinobu stayed silent for a bit, absolutely confused. Never did she think (Y/n) would actually like her back.

The brunette started panicking now since Shinobu wasn’t responding. “I’m sorry. I take back what I said. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfor-”

The shorter girl cut off (Y/n) by grabbing her collar and pulling her in for a kiss. (Y/n) was shocked at first but soon reciprocated the kiss back smiling into it. Shinobu also smiled and pulled the latter’s head closer.

Both of their tongues fought for dominance. Shinobu brought her hands infront of her, and squeezed (Y/n)’s chest. She caught (Y/n) off guard and heard a small moan come from her mouth.

She took this opportunity and won the tongue war. (I have no idea what I’m yapling about. I see everyone always put this during kissing moments so I decided to be a follower instead of a leader ^-^).

When they pulled away, both were panting. “You’ve never made me uncomfortable.” Shinobu reassured.

“May I be your girlfriend?” (Y/n) asked happily. Shinobu leaned in for another kiss. “Does that answer your question? If not, then yes. I would love for you to be my girlfriend and for me to be yours.”

“Can we take this further?” (Y/n) asked. “If you’d like. Are you sure? I’d be more than happy to.” Shinobu answered.

(Y/n) nodded. Shinobu wrapped (Y/n)’s legs around her and carried her all the way to the room, zooming. Despite carrying someone, that was the fastest she’s ever ran. Even faster compared to when fighting demons.

The hashira locked the door immediately and wasted no time going into the bed with the brunette.

•

Well hoped you guys enjoyed the story! :D

Too tired to check for misspellings, will probably check when I wake up later.

I have trouble sleeping and school is going to start in less than two weeks. I’m cooked. I got used to sleeping at 4 AM.

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hockeyboysimagines · 1 year ago

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F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 2

Warnings: Sex, oral sex (Male recieving) talks about sex, some language, mentions of alcohol, fluff.

I’m so glad you all enjoyed the first part of this! Here’s chapter 2. Enjoy🤍

P.s. big shoutout to @cellythefloshie for all her help and encouragement, and picking the color of Vince’s car 🤣@jostyriggslover96 who I can’t tag because tumblr is insisting she blocked me when she didn’t for her help proofreading and all her ideas🤍

Josie followed Vince through the door of his apartment and really looked around this time. It was huge, high ceilings and large windows that looked down on the city. Modestly decorated, which meant there was no girl living or staying there currently or in the past, which was good.

“This is nice.” She commented as she looked around, eyes moving up the walls across the ceiling before landing back on him.

Seeing her in full lighting made him realize just how pretty she actually was. He knew she was pretty, but there was something to be said about seeing her in good lighting, and not a bar or his dark bedroom.

“Thanks. Do you want a tour? I would have given you one yesterday but I guess I wasn’t really thinking about being a good host.”

She giggled and set down her purse and phone “Sure. For the sake of your reputation as a good host that is.”

He rolled his eyes and nudged his head towards the hall. She followed him through the apartment listening to him talk about the various rooms in his house.

“A person could get lost in here you know. I did actually this morning.”

“Serves you right for sneaking out like that.” He smiled at her and stopped by the last room “And this is my room, but you know that already.” He waggled his eyebrows and she blushed and rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Sorry again for leaving this morning.” She said offhandedly as she followed him back out to his living room and watched him make her a drink.

“It’s okay.” He shrugged “I mean I’m glad I saw you again, but if I hadn’t I’d just have to settle for the best night of my life ducking out on me like that.” He glanced up and they stared at each other for 5 full seconds before they both started laughing.

She waved him off “Get out of here. Best night of your life. I don’t think so.”

“I’m serious!” He said smiling and coming around to sit next to her on the sofa and hand her a drink “It was.”

“I doubt it. But what makes you say that?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Would I have asked if I didn’t?”

He chuckled and rubbed his chin “Well. I guess it’s nice to just hang out with a normal person. If that makes sense.”

“So your saying I’m average?” She stared at him over the rim of her glass, one leg crossed over the other.

His mouth fell open “No-I don’t-I mean-.”

She cracked a smile and started to laugh “I’m kidding.” She put a hand on his arm “I had a good time.”

“Well I hope so considering I’m not average.” He leaned back and looked a little smug.

“Says who?”

“Please.” He scoffed waving her off.

“Your awfully sure of yourself for a guy who only managed to bring home someone average.” Her eyes were twinkling mischievously as she took a sip of her drink.

“That’s not what I meant. What I meant was your just a regular person. You didn’t even know who I was. It was kinda nice.”

“I had no clue. Just thought you were some hot guy at the bar.”

“I was a hot guy at the bar.”

She pulled a leg up underneath her and faced him fully “Agreed. But why didn’t you use that you were a hockey player as a line.”

“I never do. I never have to. I just try and be nice and that’s usually enough.” He smiled and she could see exactly why that was enough.

Vince was the type of beautiful that knocked you off your feet when you looked him in the eyes. The type of beautiful that Josie had never seen close up like that. He was less than a foot from her on the sofa and it was making it hard to breathe.

“I can’t imagine why.”

“I would imagine you don’t ever have to use lines either.” He was looking her up and down, eyes moving slowly from her face to her feet and then back up again. She coughed to avoid squirming around in her seat.

“I don’t have to either because I never go home with guys.”

“So then why’d you come home with me?” He looked confused but leaned forward interestedly, eyes rows rising on his forehead.

“Well. I figured you were just too pretty to be a serial killer, so I rolled the dice. Thankfully I didn’t get murdered.”

He shrugged “It’s still early.”

Josie rolled her eyes and gave his arm a light tap “Well it was fun while it lasted then.” She took a sip of her drink as he spoke.

“Glad I could give you one last orgasm before I have to kill you.”

She froze, face reddening but he was laughing “And don’t try and deny that either. Your welcome.”

Josie blew out a breath and cleared her throat. He was killing her. Metaphorically of course, or at least she hoped.

“I wasn’t going to deny it. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, I just didn’t know it would come up later on.”

“Oh it came up alright.” He giggled at his own joke and shook his head before he looked down at his glass “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” He asked quietly, eyes flicking up to meet her own.

“I did, but not nearly as much as I think I’ll enjoy tonight.”

A mischievous smile spread slowly across his face and he set his glass down on the table and then hers. He leaned forward a little, hand coming to rest on her knee, eyes moving across her face to her mouth and then back up to her eyes, before he leaned in to kiss her.

Kissing Vince was great. It had been great when she was drunk, but it was even better now that she was clearheaded. So great that she would even go as far as to say it was the best kiss she had ever had, and maybe ever would.

Which would make it worse when this hookup thing they were doing ended.

But she had very little time to think about that because Vince was drowning her in the heaviest, most intense kiss of her life, that was surely about to turn into something more.

He pulled away for a second and came in at another angle, tongue pressing gently against her lower lip as he did.

Zing right in the lady parts.

She didn’t even realize he was pulling her to her feet until she was standing, and pulled back dazed. He nudged his chin forward and turned her around, hands on either side of her waist, steering her to his bedroom. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure the neighbors could hear it and her ears were blocked.

She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been here before. Last night the kissing and touching had been a little fuzzy due to the alcohol, but she’d only had enough today to take the edge off. He turned her around once inside the door kissing her again and kicking it shut with his foot. The blinds across the large windows of his bedroom were half open and a blazing sun had just begun to set, bathing the entire room in an orange glow.

He attempted to ease her down on to the mattress but she turned and pushed him down instead, climbing over to straddle him. He ran a hand up beach of her jean clad things on to her hips, pulling himself up a little to kiss her again, fingers knotting in her hair. Everything about her was intoxicating. Her face, her voice, even her smell drew him in and made him never wanna stop kissing her. Her sweater had fallen down and pooled around her elbows, and he tugged it off tossing it to the side and running his hand down her arms, gripping her skin lightly. She pulled on his shirt, allowing him to pull it over his head and toss it across the room.

She ran her nails over his bare shoulders, biting her lip as her fingers moved across his skin and rested on his chest. He was watching her, eyes piercing hers, moving his hands under her shirt. She flinched as his hand made contact with her skin, sliding up to grip the fabric and pull it over her head. He pulled himself up a little and let his eyes move over her, from her neck, down her chest and then to her stomach before he looked back up at her. A lock of hair had fallen across his forehead and he never broke eye contact as he leaned forward letting his lips just ghost over her skin before he pressed a kiss on her sternum, fingers gripping the skin around her waist.

She let out a breath and her head fell forward as he did it again, hot breath against her skin. The strap of her bra had slipped down her shoulder and he reached around to unhook it and pull it away. His mouth moved across her bare chest and up her neck, hands coming down to unbutton her jeans.

She pushed him backwards, fingers running from his shoulders down to his abdomen before she sprung the button on his own pants open and pulled them down his legs until she was standing at the end of his bed. She slowly slid her jeans down her legs, glancing up at him as she kicked them off and fixed the band of her underwear, a small snap against her skin.

His heart rate had picked up by now and he watched her climb very slowly back up the bed, stopping around his waist and leaning down.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed, head falling back as she let her teeth graze against his lower abdomen. Her lashes were casting long shadows across her cheeks, as her lips moved across his skin. She had her back arched perfectly, lacy black underwear on display. He watched as she glanced up to look at him, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his boxers and sliding them off agonizingly slow. The light was hitting her just right as she threw them to the side and crawled back up, kneeling between his legs. He shivered a little as her hair, which was tousled and messy around her shoulders, brushed against his knee.

She paused momentarily as she watched him gulp, and the slow movement of his throat as he did and it made her feel good that she was the one getting him so worked up. She propped herself on her elbow and very slowly took him in her mouth. His legs tensed up and he let out a sharp breath, one fist gripping the bed sheets, the other one coming to rest on his abdomen. After a few moments she pulled her mouth back up and then down, tongue swirling around him.

He was propped on an elbow now, the hand across his stomach coming to push her hair off her face so he could see every movement she made. He fisted it, twisting it around in his hands as she continued to move up and down. She had struck him as the girl next door type, but there was nothing innocent about the way she looked at him when she moved her eyes up to meet his own.

“Good girl.” He whispered as she pulled completely off and took a breath, nails scratching his legs. He gave her hair a tug and she paused running her tongue across her upper lip before she put her mouth back on him. After a few more minutes he couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her by the chin and pulled her up to him, kissing her heavily and flipping her over. He yanked her underwear down her legs and and braced one hand on her left thigh and used the other to spread her legs wider.

Josie closed her eyes and relaxed her body, feeling his lips on her throat, and a jolt of pleasure as he pushed inside her. It was even better than the first time now that she could feel everything without the vodka induced buzz from the night prior.

He moved a little faster this time, hand coming to rest at the base of her neck, long fingers wrapped around it, squeezing gently. She opened her eyes to find him already staring at her, as he moved in and out of her. She felt hot, body tight and the best head rush she’d ever had as he quickened his pace. The familiar ache in her legs started to burn as he pulled one up to hook it over his elbow and braced the other arm on the bed near her head.

Her back arched, her chest got tight and she got hit with a freight train orgasm that made her want to scream till her lungs gave out. He was breathing heavy as his pushed became erratic and sloppy and he eventually let out a gasp and fell slowly forward, head falling in the crook of her neck. She reached a hand up and gave his arm a squeeze, feeling the tightness of the muscle underneath.

He picked his head up to look at her, stray curl still across his forehead and kissed her very softly. After a few moments he pulled out of her and laid on his back, attempting to even out his breathing.

“You okay?” He asked, head turning to the side. He was smiling sweetly at her and it made her want to squeal and kiss his socks off, but he wasn’t wearing any so she just smiled back.

“Me? I’m great. Are you?”

“Better than great. I think you should come over every night.”

She turned on her side as he did, and he reached forward pushing her hair off her chest and over her shoulder. She laughed and shook her head.

“You’d get sick of me.”

“No I wouldn’t. Trust me.”

She pursed her lips before she smiled slowly and glanced at the clock behind him.

“I-“

“No. Don’t say it.” He reached forward and silenced her by kissing her hoping he could steal her words.

“I have to go.” She whispered when he pulled away.

He sighed and rested his forehead on her shoulder, giving her hand a squeeze before he let her sit up and lean down to pick up her bra.

He watched her for a minute before he spoke “So since this is our second date.” He said leaning back.

She paused and looked over her shoulder, hair spilling down her back “You call this a date?”

“You don’t?”

“Uh no. I call this ‘we’ve spent two days in bed together’ but not a date.”

He smiled and turned further on his side, propping his head up on one hand “Well if that’s how it is, then let’s go on a date.”

He was surprised even as the words came out of his mouth. Everyone who was anyone knew he didn’t do the girlfriend thing. Not to say he would never do the girlfriend thing, but it wasn’t something he was interested in right now. Then again, he hadn’t really been looking.

But there was something to be said about her. She was different. He’d only known her 48 hours and he wanted to know her more. By that time he was usually bored and wanted something new. But he felt differently when it came to her.

“You wanna date…..Me?” She looked confused as she pulled her shirt over her head.

“Did my bringing you home two days in a row not give you that impression? Why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t anyone?”

“I don’t know. I’m just….me. And you’re you.”

He frowned “I don’t follow-“

“Your an athlete. Wouldn’t you rather date a model or something?”

“Listen if you don’t wanna go out with me just say no. My heart can’t take your excuses.” He clutched at his chest.

She rolled her eyes “I’m sorry. Your just not cute enough to date.”

His mouth fell open and she burst out laughing as she continued “But I’ll go on a pity date with you. I guess.”

He smiled, slow at first until it stretched across his face “Your too kind.”

“When?”

“Friday? I’m not doing anything.”

“Sure. But that means I’m going home tonight.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“Because we can’t have a sleepover 2 nights in a row. It goes against the rules of ‘Dating” she quoted with her fingers as she stood and shimmied her jeans back up her legs.

“I was only kidding. I don’t wanna date you.” He patted the mattress suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows. But she wasn’t buying it.

“Nice try. Now your taking me on one.”

He deflated and huffed “Fine.”

She smiled and picked up her phone “ Walk me out?”

He bid her goodbye at the door with a very chaste kiss and watched her walk down the hall. He closed the door and fell into his sofa, eyes closing as he fell asleep, small smile still on his face.

**********

Much to his dismay Josie was serious about the no sleepover rule. Over the next 4 days their schedules, annoyingly, never seemed to align so he hadn’t seen her since Sunday afternoon.

Though they’d been texting, it wasn’t the same as actually seeing her. He had to slap himself, literally and metaphorically here and there to remind himself that he was getting bothered over a girl he’d known a week, and had sex with twice.

Granted it had two really good times but still. He found himself just thinking about her. What was she doing? What was she thinking? What was she wearing?

That one he’d actually asked and the picture she sent him made him sweaty. Damn she was hot.

He had to remind himself to slow down a little and play it a little cooler before he gave himself away. Though he was pretty sure he already had. Now that the season was over and the heavy celebrations had died down a bit, he was left with a whole lot of time on his hands to think.

For the first time in a long time he was going on a date with a girl. A girl he actually liked enough to ask. This was a big step for him and honestly a little bit of a scary one too.

He hadn’t told anyone about her either, number 1, because he knew they would make fun of him and he’d never EVER hear the end of it. And the second reason was because of something was happening that went beyond sex, he didn’t want to jinx it.

He spent the rest of the week doing absolutely nothing besides texting her, and thinking about her, and trying to persuade her to come over but it was no use. She was playing hard to get.

V:Come onnnnnn. You know you miss me.

J:Even if I did, I’m still not coming over.

V:Why do you hate me?

J:Where would you like me to start?

He let out a noise of frustration but smiled.

V:Where would you like me to start as in on the couch? The bed? My car? I’ll let you pick.

He could practically feel her face get red from wherever she was and he could only hope she was at work or something because it would serve her right for giving him such a hard time. He’d never had to work this hard to get a girl to come to his apartment, especially not one that had already been there.

He watched with anticipation as the three dots appeared and disappeared several times as she typed and then stopped, smirking to himself that he had gotten the upper hand on her.

J:Why not all three?

In his apartment a phone fell to the floor and he let out a loud groan. She was killing him. Slowly but it was happening. It had been so long since he’d done it he’d forgotten how fun sexting was. And this wasn’t even sexting. This was more like slow torture, but it was turning him on none the less.

V:Okay fine. You win.

J:Oh this is a competition? In that case I’ll up my game.

Which was immediately followed by another message containing a picture of her chest, completely covered by her shirt, just the very top of that goddamned pink bra and a necklace hanging against her collarbone. He felt his pants get tight and looked at the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut. This wasn’t fair. She was beating him at his own game, and by a significant amount of points. It was usually him who had girls in a puddle, and here he was melting into his couch because she sent him a photo with a minuscule amount of cleavage that couldn’t even qualify to be called soft core porn. What was happening to him? It was liked been reverted to a virgin again.

V:Stop😭 please come over. I’m actually begging. On my knees.

J:Sounds like you should be saving that for the sleepover🤷🏼‍♀️

Damn she was good. He giggled a little and the two of them preceded to text each other until the late hours when they both fell asleep.

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Josie spent most of Friday shaving…every part of her body with the hope that silky smooth skin would entice Vince to touch her all over after their dinner date.

She was freshly shaved, made up and had just slipped on shoes when he texted her that he was out front.

He was waiting for her, leaned against the passenger door, looking at something on his phone when he glanced up and then down, and then whipped his head immediately back up.

She felt a little flip flop in her stomach as a small smile spread across his face when he looked her up and down as she neared him.

“Hi.” He said simply eyes lingering on her legs before they made their way back up to her face.

“Am I dressed okay?” She looked down at her dress and then up at him.

“You look great.” He stepped to the side and opened the door, still smiling as she came forward and slid into the passenger seat. It was a low slung, silver Mercedes that probably cost more than her life, but it was totally Vince. She situated herself against the leather as he shut the door and came around the other side. It was quiet for a minute when he glanced over at her.

She looked phenomenal.

Deep red dress, black heels, long hair hanging loose. He thought she looked hot that night in the club, but she’d outdone herself this time.

“We can always skip dinner…” he said glancing at her sideways.

She turned slowly “I knew you didn’t wanna be seen with me in public but sheesh-“

“Oh please. We’re fucking making out on the St. Louis times website!” He said laughing as he turned left “Being seen with you is the least embarrassing thing I’ve done in my life. I mean if you want me to turn this car around and go back to my place, your place, wherever I will. Just sayin. “ he said putting his hand out to emphasize it.

Josie was quiet and leaned down slowly. The car was dark and he couldn’t really see what she was doing but she was moving something around. She straightened herself out and leaned over towards him. She reached down and he felt a jolt of excitement, wondering if she was really about to do that while he was driving, but was even more surprised when she balled up her underwear and slipped them in his pocket.

“What-?” He felt his face burn, which was no easy feat, and pulled at the neck of his shirt. No one had ever stuck their underwear in his pocket before, although Schwartzy had tried once but it wasn’t nearly as sexy. She was smiling mischievously as she leaned back in her seat.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asked shaking his head.

“Behave yourself tonight and I’ll be doing something else to you.”

He straightened up in his seat as he pulled into a parking lot “I will. Scouts honor.” He held up three fingers that had absolutely never been used by boy scouts and Josie burst out laughing.

Vince was so funny, the first guy who’s made her laugh like that in a long time. She was so used to guys trying to impress her with bad jokes and even worse lines, and yet it was so natural with Vince. Like she’d known him in another life.

He parked and when she reached for the door handle he gave her arm a small nudge “Don’t you dare open that door.” He said unbuckling his seat belt. He got out and came around to her side and pulled the door open, extending his hand to help her out. She felt a small blush come to her cheeks as she awkwardly swung her legs out and stood.

He looked confused, eyebrows furrowed as she stood up stiffly but then grinned “Oh right. Your not wearing underwear.” He patted his pants pocket and shut the door, putting a hand on the small of her back to steer her inside.

She sat down glancing around awkwardly at the people around them. They were all looking, most of them girls that appeared to be around her age with boyfriends, fathers or whoever, and they were all staring. She was confused for a second before she looked at Vince and remembered he was an extremely hot successful athlete who’d just won a prestigious trophy, and also had her underwear in his pocket. Not that they knew that last part, but she did.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” She asked leaning forward across the table. He looked up for the first time and frowned.

“Are they?” He too glanced around “Oh shit they are. Are you famous or something?”

She pulled a face at him but then smiled “No I’m not. And until I met you no one looked at me twice. So I don’t think I’m the problem here.”

“Oh come on that’s not true. I looked at you way more than twice.”

“Yeah because my shirt was see through.”

“Noooo-well okay that’s part of why, but I couldn’t help it, it was a nice bra. Are you wearing it now?” He leaned over to peer at the neck of her dress and she leaned away, covering it with one hand and smacking him on the arm with the other.

“Hey!” She giggled leaning away from him.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen what’s under there already. After all this is the most clothing I’ve seen you in-“ but he was cut short by the waiter arriving at the worst possible time. Josie looked moderately horrified and shrank in her seat turning as red as her dress.

“I uh-I can come back.” He gestured over his shoulder, lips pursed. Vince was giggling at her from across the table but shook his head.

“No it’s fine. I was kidding by the way. I just met her outside.”

The waiter cracked a smile and glanced at Josie who then too smiled a little bit.

“Are you ready to order drinks? Wine perhaps?”

“Yes wine sounds great.” The waiter left and Josie glared at him.

“Really?”

“Hey I had to give him something to tell the tabloids.”

“That’s right I forgot your a celebrity here Mr. Stanley Cup champion.” She smiled and picked up her menu.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

After the waiter returned with wine and took their order, Josie glanced around. Most of the people looking at her had gone back to minding their business thankfully, which left them to speak freely.

“ Thanks for coming out with me.” His smile was genuine as he continued “It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date, but this is…nice.”

She smiled back “It is nice. This place that is, hanging out with you is just okay.”

He squinted at her “I’m leaving you here.”

“You would never.”

“Wanna bet?” He was smiling cheekily at her from across the table.

“Sure. I bet you won’t. If you do, the only action your getting tonight is from those underwear in your pocket.”

His eyes widened and he looked at his lap, presumably at the pocket they were in and nodded “Alright. You win.”

She got him talking then about everything and anything, mostly the cup win and the celebrations that had followed and what would happen now that it was over. She was listening to him talk about it when she heard him say something that surprised her for a split second.

“When I have to head home for a bit.”

She paused and looked at him confused but then nodded “Oh right. Your Canadian.”

“I am?!”

She rolled her eyes “So when do you leave? I forgot you’re not from here.” She laughed a small laugh which masked her slight disappointment. She’d been having such a good time with him she almost forgot who he was.

“Uhm. A few weeks or something like that. It’ll be a short summer because of the playoffs this year. I’ll come back to St. Louis in August.”

“I see. Looking forward to going home?”

He shrugged “Yeah I guess. I might miss you too much though.”

She had just begun to sip her wine when she chuckled a little and made a sad face “Same. I’ll try and hold it together until you get back.”

He laughed but then she could see a lightbulb turn on “Would you-?” He stopped and for the first time in 5 days Vince looked unsure of himself.

“What?”

“Well.” He scratched the back of his neck “There’s this thing, when you win the Stanley Cup, everyone gets it for a day and you can take it places. It sounds lame, but it’s actually pretty fun. Would you maybe wanna come? No pressure if your embarrassed to be seen with me or anything but I just wanna remind you that I’m a celebrity and I’m great in bed.”

Josie started laughing and he felt a little bit better that he hadn’t completely weirded her out. Because he had weirded himself out. The words had left his mouth before he even had time to think of what he was saying. He’d known her barely a week and he’d all but asked her to come meet his friends and family back home. He didn’t regret it, but this was a little bit serious. He’d never thought twice about introducing anyone to his mom, or his friends and here he was thinking of doing it with a girl he’d only known a week.

“I mean yeah. That doesn’t sound lame. Sounds like something you should be proud of celebrating. If you want me to come to Canada I’d like that.”

“Really? Do you think you’ll fit in my suitcase?”

She glanced down “I’m not sure what do you think?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m pretty good at making things fit so.”

“Did you just call me fat?” She said mouth falling open.

“What-no I-I would never-“

“I’m kidding! Stop taking me so seriously.”

While what she said was joking, it had a different meaning to him. He would like to take her seriously in the sense of his relationship with her. It had crossed his mind during the week many times. She had caught his attention, which wasn’t hard to do but she had held it for a week now, which had never happened to him before. That meant something to him.

He smiled and shook his head “Stop catching me in bad jokes and I won’t.”

“Stop making them!”

“Touché.”

They chatted for the rest of dinner, laughing and talking until it was time to leave. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt more comfortable with someone who he hadn’t known for a long period of time. He held his hand out for her and pulled her to her feet. He thought for a split second about holding her hand, but didn’t for a reason he couldn’t even explain to himself. She followed him out the door and into his car, reaching for her seatbelt as he started it and turned to her smiling.

“So about that sleepover.” He said as they buckled themselves in. She glanced over and smiled, clicking the seatbelt “Are we still on or do you want these back?” He pulled her underwear from his pocket and held them up, handing them to her.

“Sounds great. I’m exhausted.”

He paused, key halfway to the ignition “Wait we’re not really going to be sleeping right?”

She smiled slyly “Take me to your place and you’ll find out.”

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rosakuma · 2 months ago

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DRDT EP 14 Thoughts(spoilers of course 😋)

I’m about to go insane

Okay for starters…..I’d like to apologize to the Hu nation and the Eden!cultprit truthers. To be fair, she was very sus before we clarified Nico’s murder attempt. To which damn Nico, I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt only because it was strange how you held that wire, but it makes sense now knowing the reason. Man I feel awful for a lot of people here in this episode. Nico regrets trying to kill Ace even if they dislike him because he reminded them of the people who hurt Nico before(peers, teachers, and their father OOF). And now they gotta live with having “Almost murder” stuck to their name while also losing a potential friendship with Rose(we NicoRose shippers lost dang it). Poor Rose feeling guilty of her memory being out of shape(the poor girl is traumatized by remembering the clear deaths, I don’t blame her) and getting blames for it. But thank goodness my goat/best girl Teruko with some good old character development came in and reassured Rose that she is useful and it’s not her fault(Us TerukoXRoss shippers fricken WON!). David while still being an ass that I hate(albeit now feel more sympathetic towards) I feel bad for witnessing Arei’s body first….god no wonder why he’s so mad at the killer, I’m pissed at them too. And then there’s Ace….this episode turn me into the 1# Ace Markey defender. My poor man has been suffering this chapter and things keep getting worse for him. He pushes everyone away thanks to his paranoia, has a eating disorder no one notices which is hurting him, was ALMOST MURDERED with no one worried about him(hell Hu fricken defended his potential murder rather than reprimanding them!), and worse of all, the one person he thought who cared about him in this terrible place admitted he doesn’t care if he lives or dies….oh and now he’s being accused of killing Arei. F*ck Ace’s life is so tragic. Oh yeah speaking of the killer. EDEN HOW DARE YOU, I BELIEVED IN YOU!! She is 100% the murder and it makes me so sad and sick seeing how well she’s able to make Teruko take her side. She even hugged her like Min did(I am going to be sick). I will say, Arei would respect the hustle and manipulation though. Well done Eden, you impressed your would’ve been bestie. I might make another post about why Ace can’t be the killer unless someone beats me to it, but yeah it’s Eden. No way Ace is the killer and it sucks how David despite revealing his true colors is still able to manipulate everyone(bro gonna out do Kokichi Ouma man).

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #ace markey #teruko tawaki #david chiem #eden tobisa #hu jing #nico hakobyan #rose lacroix #arei nageishi

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blinddreams24 · 2 months ago

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Monster Under the Bed

Night 5. Error

Inspired by @starzeah123

(Language warning)

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(Previous)

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Thud.

“FU-U-CK!!¡!”

You sat up. That was definitely a different voice and they didn’t sound… reasonable. After meeting Killer last night, you were hesitant to show yourself until you knew your new guest wasn’t directly dangerous. Killer hadn’t hurt you but he’d implied that he wanted to. You were just trying to be safe.

“D-D-Disg-gusting…” said the glitchy voice. “Wh-Where the he-he-hell did h-he-?” There was a pause and then you heard cloth shifting and the telltale squeak of your rubber ducky plush. He gasped. “O-Oh my sta-sta-stars! M-M-Mine n-now.”

Okay, maybe this guy wasn’t so bad.

“Hello?”

Nevermind!

Blue strings shot onto your bed and yanked you onto the floor by your soul. You cried out in pain at the fall and the tight strings on your soul. This was not at all what you were expecting.

A monster stood over you. A skeleton with a void black skull and odd bright colors decorating his body. His sockets were a piercing red instead of the hollow black you were used to. His yellow teeth grinned at you menacingly but it was difficult to take him seriously while he cradled your duck plush in one arm.

“Gr-Gr-Great. Ano-o-other anomaly-y to de-delete.” He growled.

“Wait!” You couldn’t move anything but your head and it scared you. It probably had something to do with your soul not sitting in your chest properly. “Wait, I’m not a threat to you!”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “As i-i-if y-you could b-be.” The fingers of his free hand which held the strings attached to your soul started to curl. You felt immense pain in your entire body.

“AH!!! Wait!!” Ditch effort but here goes. “I know the guys!!”

The strange skeleton paused. “…Th-The g-guys? Be m-m-more specif-if-ific.”

“Cross! And Killer and Horror and Dust! They’ve been coming by every night!” You said, trying to keep the pain out of your voice.

The skeleton raised a brow. “You m-met Ki-Killer? An-An-and survi-vi-vived-d?” He laughed and the ducky squeaked. “I-I-I’d say I d-don’t believe-eve y-you, b-but…” He looked under the bed and his eyelights seemed to lock on that location. “I-I-I c-can see th-the c-c-code. H-Hmm.” He turned back to you. “W-What did y-y-you do?”

“Uh… I fed them spaghetti.”

The skeleton burst into laughter. “Sp-Spaghet-et-etti?? Those sym-sympathetic id-d-diots!”

“Would you like some?” You offered.

He paused and looked at you. “E-Eat y-your stupid fr-friend-endship spaghet-etti? F-F-Fuck n-no. The o-only th-thing of in-interest y-you could po-po-possibly have i-is choco-colate.”

“Oh. I have some chocolate too.” Oddly enough, you immediately regretted saying that.

His eyes locked on you and you suddenly felt a strong sense of dread. “Wh-Where?”

You glanced at the door and then your bound soul. “Uh… I can go get it if you-“

The strings fell off your soul. “Get it.” He demanded. Not asked. Demanded.

He was probably used to getting his way. Despite that, you didn’t see a reason not to get the chocolate.

You stood and walked into the kitchen, your guest right behind you. “A friend gave me some a few weeks ago and I never got around to eating any.” Opening a cabinet, you pulled out a box of chocolates.

The box was immediately snatched from your hands by the greedy gremlin.

“Geez. Warn me next time?” You chuckled as he practically inhaled the chocolates. You could have sworn you saw multiple tongues scoop the chocolates out of the box but it was dark so you weren’t sure.

When he finished, you spoke again. “Was it good?”

“Psh.” He scoffed, tossing the empty box aside. “N-Not even m-my top fifty-ty-ty.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How often do you have chocolate?”

“A-A-All the t-time.” He walked past you and his strings pushed you out of the way though you weren’t even close to him or the duck. “Th-The r-room is m-m-mine n-now. H-Have f-f-fun on the c-c-couch.” The door to your room shut and locked before you could even process what happened.

So… the couch.

Without so much as talking back to the skeleton who obviously thought the world revolved around him, you got settled on the couch. Despot the initial scare and soul grab, tonight had gone by a lot faster than the last few encounters.

He’d be gone in the morning. You were sure of it.

He was not gone.

You were roughly yanked off the couch by your soul, again. And looked up to see the dark skeleton standing over you, again.

He let go of his strings and they released your soul. “Oh m-my st-stars! J-Just get up-p!” He growled impatiently, the ducky still under his arm.

You stood, stretching and holding back grumbles and groans at the rough treatment. “Morning.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms around the plush, making it squeak softly. “Sh-Shut up. You’ve c-c-caught N-Nightmare-are’s attenti-tion. H-He’s a th-thousan-sand t-times w-worse than Ki-Killer a-and he’s af-after y-you. S-So don’t b-be an id-idiot an-and actually l-lock y-your d-d-doors.” He gave you a manic grin. “O-Or d-don’t. I-I w-would enjoy-joy s-seeing m-more vi-violence in th-this world. It’s-s b-boring-ing.”

You blinked. “…I’ve caught whose attention?”

He grinned. “I-I th-think I’ll le-leave that-at t-to y-y-you.” A glitchy white rift opened up behind him and he stepped through.

“Hey! Wait! You can’t just drop that on me and leave!” You sputtered in frustration.

He just grinned at you and the rift closed with a glitchy pop.

. . .

“Great.”

#undertale #undertale au #error sans #monster under the bed

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fangswbenefits · 1 year ago

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Soooo I love me some breeding kink—as many of us do—but ironically Ik for a fact I don’t want children. As a woman I think I’m just biologically wired to get turned on by the thought of it and the need to go bare so I can let a man (Miggy) stuff me full of his baby making cream. But when a man is so desperate/eager to have babies it pisses me off a little as well. Like you bastard you’re not thinking of me?? Everything my body and I will have to go through for your little spawn?? Three trimesters of hormonal changes, nine months of discomfort & aches, 40 weeks of on and off nausea/sicknesses, more than half a year of not feeling like myself, and for the grand finale 24+ hours of labor EXCRUCIATING labor. Oof it ignites a belligerent fire in my tummy, I would slap him. Bc how dare a man not think of what we’ll have to go through 😤

But…..

Buuuuuuut……

But but but but but………

Let’s say it happens. Miguel sees ALL the effects of pregnancy and shows guilt/remorse. Gives lots of apologies and ultimate top tier treatment. And during the labor seeing and hearing your tears, cries and whimpers of excessive pain makes him shed some tears for you. Like he’s trying his best to be strong for you but it literally pains him to see you in such agony. Then after the baby is on your chest crying her little lungs out and you can clearly tell he’s in utmost awe and love staring at her and caressing her little back but he immediately diverts his attention to you. The look of pure exhaustion your wearing and he gently says, “no more babies, mi amor. You’re not going through that pain again.” With tears in his eyes and BAM 💥 just like that I’d give him another baby in a couple years. That’s all I need, the acknowledgment of everything I went through and the sympathy and the passionate display of his love/care for me that he’d put his own desires aside just so I wouldn’t have to go through so much twice over bc he can’t stand seeing me in such a state. Like ugh he’s definitely worthy of another baby. He no longer begs for it (but still does f*ck like it) he truly insists no more babies. He’s showing just how deeply he loves and cares about your all around well-being. THAT is dreamy AF. Super duper f*cking hot & sexy. Like well now I just have to give you another one. It’s like Ik you really mean no more babies but this time I want to make another little human with you bc you’ve showed me you’re deserving of it. Also if I had one kid I’m doomed bc my kid definitely needs a sibling(s). Life just doesn’t seem as fun without siblings.

So in conclusion yea I’d let Miguel breed me with all his babies, NOT literally but yes. Yes. Just yes.

Okay, guys! Disclaimer time:

Just because people find certain kinks hot in fiction doesn't mean that translates to real life. I would not touch a man with a 10 feet pole if he had a violent breeding kink that fully disregarded my wishes and well-being.

That's why fiction is so much fun. You can just let your imagination go wild for that character, and explore endless scenarios.

With this out of the way, yes! Consent is sexy and I ALWAYS make that abundantly clear in my fics.

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years ago

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Polyshipweek 2023 Day 2: Huddling For Warmth

Rotten ot4, only this prompt got wildly out of control and I didn’t get to the ot4 part yet. So right now it’s just Jay/Mal and the larger poly relationship is implied. No word count for today because we are going directly from notes app to tumblr. Yay writing! +

“F-uu-ck y-you,” Mal grits out, trying to keep the shivers out of her voice. “I’m f-f-fine. I don’t need you to baby me like I’m some kind of pathetic princess. I can keep myself warm.”

“Sure you can, killer,” Jay agrees, still pulling his own crusty pile of blankets closer. “But it’s cold as balls outside, and we don’t have heat anymore after somebody decided to try and light the building on fire, so if you don’t mind too much, I’d like to wake up alive, and not frozen to a popsicle.”

Mal’s shivering so hard she can’t muster a comeback to that, which is really all the invitation that Jay seems to need to just insert himself into her space.

The body heat doesn’t register for a moment, because Mal’s body is wrapped in so many layers that nothing but the cold can get through.

Then the idea of warmth hits, and Jay is working his way through her layers, twisting them up and out of the way so he can shove inside with his own, wrapping them both in the layers of old worn-out fabric that make it over to the isle. They don’t get many proper blankets, because they don’t get much of anything, but they get enough shitty fabric to piece together a decent quilt, and Mal’s status as her mother’s daughter means that she’s got a single heavy fleece blanket as her foundation layer, which Jay peels back with a contented sigh. “You’re letting the cold in,” Mal complains, but it’s halfhearted because he’s also letting his own little pocket of warmth in, and it’s so far from the cold that she’s been feeling that it’s worth the momentary exposure. “Get in quicker.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jay says, pulling his own blankets along with himself into their little nest. “I’m going as fast as I can, little dragon. Do you want our heads covered too?”

The blankets smell like sweaty teenager and mildew, but the warmth of their breath will help fill the space.

“Yes.” Mal decides. They can take them off later, when they need the line of sight again.

“Sure,” Jay agrees, easily, pulling the top corner of his blanket over both of their heads. There’s a hole in the corner. There’s not much light in the attic of their abandoned warehouse, so it’s not like there’s some dramatic single piece of light filtering through to frame Jay’s face and make him look like some handsome storybook prince. Not like Mal would want that anyway. Isle kids make do, and they don’t wish that somebody would come along with money and power and resources to sweep them away. “Better than being cold, right?”

“You’re crushing my legs,” Mal complains

It’s marginally warmer together, at least. Jay’s right about that. “I’m not sure if your body heat is worth being crushed half to death.”

"It totally is," Jay sighs, and tips his head down so that his forehead is resting against Mal's, their faces smashed half together in the small warm space of their blankets. "Not freezing to death is the most worth it."

Mal wiggles until her leg pops free of Jay's weight. It's not like he's exactly heavy (it's not like any of her crew gets enough food to really be considered heavy) but he's bigger than her, and she's been trying to push any extra scraps she gets at him. It's more useful to have one of them most-of-the-way healthy than all of them starving together.

It's easy to tip her head to the side, to brush their lips together. Jay's breath is hot, but his mouth is still cold from the frigid air in the warehouse they've been calling home for the last few months. They don't kiss often, because caring about people is how you get attached, and attachment can be a point of weakness that none of them can afford, but sometimes a little kissing can be okay. They can afford that. They can work together to get more than they could apart, and they can share body heat, because it's better to survive together than to die alone, even if it is what their parents would consider a weakness.

Speaking of their parents, Mal should really stop by her mother's castle sometime. The old stones there get cold, and maybe if she's lucky, the old bat will have frozen to death, and Mal'll be able to grab some more of her things before the spell kicks in and defrosts her again.

"D'you think--" Jay starts, and then stops when Mal bites him.

"What." Mal whispers, mouth right up against his, teeth sharp and not quite bloody.

Jay makes a strangled noise that might be a groan. "D'you think that the others are surviving the night?" he whispers. "It gets cold. In the castle. And--"

"We don't have the layers to go out and get your boyfriend," Mal says softly. "We can't. If we go outside in this we'll freeze, or even if we do make it up to their street, we don't have a way of getting in. I can't climb the vines up to Evie's window in this kind of cold. My hands will get too stiff to grip the vines, and that's if they're not too cold and brittle to hold me up. We can't get into the castle through the main door without being caught, and the same goes for the manor. If we leave here, we're more likely to freeze than we are to actually help them. We can't leave without making things worse."

"I know," Jay whispers, like maybe if he keeps his voice low, it won't be true. "But Evie's tower doesn't have a fireplace, M."

Evie's tower gets cold in the winter, hot in the summer, and barely tolerable in between. She's got even less body fat than the two of them, and the thought of Evie shivering through the night alone isn't an image that Mal wants to linger on. "She has blankets. And-- and her mother isn't stupid. They might've moved into the main hall for tonight."

"Maybe," Jay agrees. "But maybe not."

"We can't do anything about it. Not without risking our own lives, and I'm not about to freeze myself on the off chance that we can get in and help the others."

Jay nods, the motion small and tight in the cramped space under their shared blankets. It's notably warmer with the two of them together, and Mal's face almost has all of the feeling back in it again. "Freezing to death sucks."

Mal's never done it before. "Yeah," she agrees anyway. There's really no comfortable way to die on the Isle. The spell around the island always brings you back before too long, but the hangover you get from dying is worse than what you'll get from a night drinking the pirate's bathtub homebrew. "If we could save them, we would. But it's stupid to go out and freeze ourselves too and leave all of us vulnerable."

Jay breathes, and Mal can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, against her lips, and she shivers from the heat of it. It's not fair that they get to share this, and leave Evie and Carlos out on their own to deal with the cold, but there's precious few options available to them, and it's not worth trying to be heroes and save them when it means sacrificing themselves. They're villains, raised and trapped with other villains, and there's no point in trying to be better than what they've been raised to be.

“We're going to pick them up in the morning," Jay says, and there's something solid in his voice that makes Mal want to argue. She's never met a rule she didn't want to break, after all. "I'm going. With or without you."

Mal breathes, and then tries not to breathe too deeply anymore, because they've started to actually warm up now and their blankets could really, really use a wash. "Agreed. Tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun comes out and starts defrosting things, we go and get them."

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #polyshipweek23 #mal bertha #jay son of jafar #its rotten ot4 I swear!! I just…..it got wildly out of hand and I didn’t get to the rest of it yet #the goal is 3 chapters (one for Jay/Mal one for Carlos/Evie and one for the full ot4)#but this is a week for write first think later so we’ll see how far we get lmao

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beebeetheclown · 10 months ago

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For the online sleepover- my secret is I'm planning to go to NYC this year and hook up with a certain indie director. I don't know him but I'm gonna make it happen

Truth- bang, marry, kill from Jeremy Strong's characters?

Anon! A hook up with an indie director! Sounds like a prompt I’d write a fic about to be honest. Go get your man!

Okay let’s see this truth is hard because the banging one switches from time to time hehe

Banging: Jerry Rubin (I don’t know why but I feel the need to f*ck him or get on my knees for him for some reason lol👀)

Marrying: Brandon from See Girl Run🥰 I could fix him and care for him. I love to care for little sad, cute men (Also I love his hair so that’s a huge plus).

Kill: okay hear me out on this one okay?😭 I don’t wanna kill any of them but I must take on the dare and not be a little baby. Kill Kendall ONLY to put him out of his misery. It would be a death like The Hunger Games, we both eat poisonous berries together so we can be together forever and reincarnate as peaceful, pretty trees🥰

Bee’s truth or dare game

#bee’s sleepover #bee’s games #thank you anon

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or0ch1maru · 5 months ago

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Hey CJ! Totally random game I have for you lol but here goes!

F*ck, marry, kill:

Grimmjow, Kenpachi, or Sukuna (I know he's not from Bleach but I thought it'd be fun to throw him in there lol)?

Kakuzu, Hidan, or zabuza?

Toji, Satoru, or suguru?

Juzo, Pain or Obito?

Shoko, Konan or Yoruichi?

Hapoy answering!^^

AHHHHHHH YALL MUST LOVE TO SEE ME SUFFER BC WTH😭😭😭 but okay, let’s get into it🫵🏻

•fucking Grimmjow, marrying Kenny, and ….my sukuna loving heart is breaking but kill kuna��

•marry kakuzu, fucking Hidan, (I’m sooooo sorry Zabuza) but kill

(This is killing me)

•I’m WIFING up toji. Like come on now, I’d fuck suguru …..(yall don’t hate me plssssss, I love Satoru but I’m not a simp but he’s still great 😭) nope…I can’t say it sorry

•Obito is my husband fr, he’s laying in bed with me rn. Honestly, I’d totally fuck Juzo, he seems like another Hidan and that sounds like a lot of fun. I’m sorry pain :(

•I’d marry Konan, fuck shoko, she honestly seems like a girl kisser anyway and say bye bye to Yoruichi

(I’m telling yall RIGHT NOW, this caused me physical pain😭😭😭)

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #peachy asks #fuck marry kill #i wanna cry #let the floor swallow me #this was excruciating #never make me do this again #don’t hate me yall #I love them all

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mollzbcat · 7 months ago

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MDNI TY

(Smut) (TW: Talk about s*x in detail)

I have a few select fav slashers ;)

Tommy Hewitt ❤️💋

The Sinclair brothers 🩷

RZ Michael Myers 💜

Like OMFG

Let me just start by saying Tommy’s body is perfect. He is muscular af but fat, so you can cuddle and have the best hugs 😭

Also let’s be Real, Fat Guys Fuck Better

——-Sorrrrry

He’s also so protective and his long beautiful hair gets me sm. I would do anything for him, Anything.

I already love big men, but he just really hits the mark goddamn.

I would want him to carry me like a princess. 👑 He’s so strong it’s nothing on him. He would happily oblige. Ofc I would cling on to him, feeling as much as I can, and kiss him and then rest my neck on his shoulder.

When we were alone or in public, we would def f*ck

We would find a place to be alone and start by making out, tongue and all. Then I’d have him sit down, so I can go on him and basically hug him so he can hump me.

I would also touch his 🍆 and he’d be rock hard and HUGE.

It probably wouldn’t even fit but I’d make it work. After he was ready I’d have him lay down and I’d go reverse cowgirl on that shit. But I’d do whatever he wanted cause I’ll love it too. BJ ofc, anal sure. I’d also have him suck my nips cause that shit reallly turns me on. I bet he’s great at it too. 🍒❤️ Idc where he cums, in me on me doesn’t matter. His choice. 💦

🩷When it comes to the Sinclairs they each have very different personalities. Bo’s hot because he’s assertive and doesn’t fuck around. He would also be very protective but may be rough that’s kinda hot so 🙂‍↔️ He is thinner but that’s okay I don’t mind he’s still strong and probably has great dick game.

Vincent is more soft to me for doing hobbies and not as sexual stuff, but he still can be sexy so fuck it yk.

And Lester is just fun and he makes me laugh so more likely too be friends, but who knows if he gets me just right.😉

💜And RZ Micheal

Holy fuck he’s HhhhOooTtttt

His face is so sculpted and he’s hot even when he wears his masks. He’s tall and big, just how I like them. And he would also be very protective. He would kill anyone for me, all I have to do is say the word. He can be gentle and he can be rough AF. I like the thought of soft at first. Gently putting that thick dick in. Then as we get more comfortable we increase speed and try different positions. A great one would be doggy for speed. But he would probably like missionary so he can see my face and tits. Even if not sex than cuddles would rock. He’d just spoon me and caress my hips. We’d eat and watch movies it would be amazing. We could also go out to eat or go to amusement parks and just have fun like kids. Spend quality time together yk. 💋

If you read this whole post——Congrats 🎉 Ty Lol

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cn-4amsleeper · 2 years ago

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Okay this might be a TLoU hot take that could potentially get me canceled, but anyway(spoilers?):

We don’t need to justify what Joel chose to do in the end of TLoU Part I, and it wouldn’t conflict with our love to him at all.

I should start by clarifying that this post is a response to the videos claiming Joel did the right thing, and Fireflies were the bad guys. Just so we’re clear, I’m not saying Fireflies were all saints and they served nothing but victims to Joel, because they were morally questionable as well. HOWEVER(in my very dangerous opinion), in this case it was Joel’s determination that should be focused on, not the possibility of a cure.

The thing is, whether a vaccine is possible or not, Joel would’ve done it anyway. If the vaccine were never meant to be, he saved Ellie(as well as his own soul by not repeating the tragic); whereas if it were possible, he doomed the entire humanity. But the point was he didn’t. Give. A. F*ck. To him only one option existed, and that was the first one, to save Ellie.

Now, was Joel an selfish person for choosing this? Absolutely, he single-handedly smothered any other possibilities out there, leaving the world only one outcome left, a world without a cure. HOWEVER, did this make him an unlikable character, even a villain? ABSOLUTELY NOT. In fact, I think this even made him a better, a much more relatable and likable character. Because he was us, he did what we would’ve do. He did what a real human being with a heart and soul would do. He saved Ellie, and that was the only thing that matters to him and us.

I don’t think Joel was ever supposed to be assigned as a hero or a villain(I’d probably even argue that he wasn’t an anti-hero either but that’s for another essay), and it doesn’t really affect how we would see him. He is Joel, we love him, and that’s all enough.

(To whoever has the patience to read all of this, thank you for bearing with my mumbling. Whether you agree or disagree with me, I’m just happy that I get to share this idea with you.)

#the last of us #joel miller #joel tlou #personal opinion #long post #ellie williams #ellie tlou #firefly TLoU

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help i went down the enhypen rabbit hole today and i just saw a cute video and am *falling* like FALLING hard for jungwon. oh man that man is PRETTY. oof. i’m not okay.

i have so many things i’m supposed to do but my mind is spinning. jungwon. jungwon. jungwon. this is a DISEASE 😭

WHO GAVE THESE MEN THE RIGHT TO BE THIS CUTE AND THIS ATTRACTIVE?? this is just begging for power abuse 😭 hate it, i swear. i legit— oof. he attacked me again with his smile. fml (just kidding lol)

dude ngl i think jungwon just ulted me?? like he just said “f*ck ur current biases, ur biasing me now” holy shi— who cares abt homework when the only work i have to do for my mental health is just to watch jungwon smile on repeat?? 😍

ignore me simping, u and my other friend are the only engenes i know and every time i see heeseung i’m reminded of u! i would send u the video but tumblr won’t let me send it on anon. it removes the links and i think that’s why my previous asks weren’t going through!!

-3

OH MY U PRACTICALLY SENT ME AN ESSAY ABOUT JUNGWON no shame btw, everyone loves jungwon 🫶🫶

jungwon my fave disease, i’d love to get sick by him one day JHAHJAHAJAHGASJSJ

AND HIS DUALITY >>>> WHENEVER I WATCH HIS VIDS FROM TOUR, I’M LIKE “HOW CAN A PERSON BE SO CUTE AND HOT SISJHSHJSJSHSHJ” his smile is everything ☹️☹️

the effect that jungwon can do to a person, he’s biaswrecked me so much atp he can fall into the bias line

i’m honoured to know that i appear in ur mind whenever u see the loml and it kinda sucks how tumblr doesn’t allow anons to send media but i hope u can send it when u reveal urself 🤭

just a smiley jungwon to lighten up ur day (or night)

#🏴‍☠️ : sona’s anons #three anon !

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F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 4

Warnings: Sex, implied sex, talks of sex, alcohol, language.

Hello friends! Here is chapter 4. Sorry for the delay. As I said in the chapter I just posted for Sway I’ve had a ton going on. Hope this is worth the wait!

Enjoy🤍

“Hey Josie.” Vince called from his living room “Are you ready? We have to leave like…10 minutes ago.”

“Yeah I’m coming!” She called.

“You did that last night already!”

“Vince!” She yelled from the bathroom.

He giggled and stuffed his feet into shoes, grabbing his keys from the table next to the door. He was having the time of his life.

She had made good on the phone sex and dirty texting multiple times over last night, until the early hours, which was part of why they were running late today. He also might have caused a distraction in the shower, but that was a minor detail.

He had some autograph signing thing that would kickstart the celebrations for the week, and he was planning to meet up with friends for drinks later on. He was so excited to show her off to everyone, if they ever got there.

He heard her shuffling and then coming down the steps and turned the corner.

He paused and smiled “Damn.” He said giving her an appreciative once over “You look hot.”

“Really?!” She asked brightly, glancing down at her dress “It’s not too dressy or boring?”

It was pale green, falling mid thigh, with a floral pattern on it, paired with black wedges. Her long hair was loose and wavy, and he almost considered taking her right back upstairs. But then he remembered this week was not only about him, but the community as well.

“Not at all. Oof. You’re in for it later.”

She blushed and waved him off, taking his extended hand and they made their way to the car. The sun was shining down on them, a beautiful perfect day to start a beautiful perfect week.

“Where are we going exactly?” She asked from the passenger seat, turning to put her purse in the back. He smiled a little at how comfortable and natural she looked in his passenger seat before he answered.

“I have an autograph signing.” He said, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of his driveway.

“Ooooooh. An autograph signing? Fancy.” She said side eyeing him “How many body parts do you think you’ll sign?”

He rolled his eyes and nudged his chin at her “I can think of one I’d like to sign later.”

“No I don’t think so. The pen is way too big.”

He burst out laughing and shook his head “Okay you win. So how was your first official day in Canada?”

“It was good. I spent most of it with this hot guy.”

“And how was your first official night in Canada?”

“Average.”

He gasped and reached over grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. She screamed and slapped his arm “I’m kidding! I’m kidding sheesh.”

“Okay so let’s try that again.”

“My first official night in Canada was amazing.”

“Better. Just means I’m gonna have to one up myself tonight.”

She chuckled and watched the Canadian countryside zoom past outside. She was having so much fun and it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. Being here, although in a country she’d never been to with people she didn’t know, felt so normal, like she’d been here before. She wasn’t nervous, or awkward or anything like that. She felt at peace.

It was so nice.

“So when does the cup actually get here?”

“Friday. That’s when the fun begins.” He waggled his eyebrows “And there’s a ton happening that day. Are you excited?”

“Me? Are you excited? It’s your big day.”

Josie didn’t know Vince when he won the cup. She hadn’t seen the game, watched the moment, or even knew anything about how he and the team had gotten to that point. But what she did know was that if anyone deserved this week, it was him.

“Of course im excited, but i want you to be having fun too.”

“I’m just happy to be here and watch you do your thing.” She said, smiling widely and reaching forward to squeeze his hand.

Josie spent most of the signing hanging out behind him with his mom. She’d been friendly the day before, but she could tell her guard had been up and with good reason. Vince was a highly successful professional athlete, who had a lot at stake in life. She didn’t blame his mom for being wary at first.

But now she had truly warmed up and they were talking and laughing like old friends.

“What are you telling her back there, because whatever it is you can be sure it’s a lie.” He called over his shoulder.

“Most of it sounds pretty on brand.” Josie said smiling at him “So I’m inclined to believe her.”

He made a face and turned back around, but the thought of her being close with his mom brought a small smile to his face that stayed there the rest of the afternoon.

As the line wound down, and the last few pictures had been taken Vince turned to her and waved her forward. When she reached him he gestured to a lady he’d been talking with.

“Josie, this is my mom’s friend, Sheri.”

Josie reached forward to shake her extended hand “Hello. Nice to meet you.”

“And this is your-?” Sheri asked, looked at Vince expectantly as she let go of Josie’s hand.

“This is my girlfriend.” He said simply with a smile, hand on the small of her back as he gave her a gentle push forward so she could shake the woman hand.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND.

The word made Josie want to jump for joy, scream, ugly cry and kiss his socks right off but then she remembered they were in public so she just smiled, feeling a redness come to her cheeks. They chatted with for a minute when Vince’s mom called her name and Sheri walked away.

Josie turned slowly to look at him “Girlfriend?” She asked quietly.

“Is that okay? I didn’t really know what else to call this.” He gave a small laugh.

“I mean-yeah. It’s okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you, but we’ve already been on the cover of one newspaper.”

She giggled and smiled at him “You can make it up to me later.” She waggled her eyebrows and he gave her waist a small squeeze.

**********

“So you’re here with Vince?”

Josie turned to find a dark haired girl standing next to her and frowned a little, leaning away from her.

The day had gone great. Better than great. She’d had so much fun watching him do his thing and interact with members of his community. She’d also really enjoyed being introduced as his girlfriend.

They’d met up with a few friends of his that she hadn’t met yet for drinks at what Vince called “The best bar in Lindsey” and it was still great.

“Uh, yeah?” She looked across the bar at Vince, but he was absorbed in a conversation and didn’t seem to notice. She looked back at the girl who was staring at her, one hand braced on the bar top.

“You must be his new fling of the week.” She said off handedly, glancing at her and then over her shoulder where he was standing.

Josie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wasn’t a confrontational person, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene in front of his friends in a country she was visiting, but she wanted nothing more than to back hand her. The smug smile on her face had sparked an irrational rage that Josie wasn’t sure she’d even had in her before today.

“What are you talking about?” The question came out more rude than she’d anticipated but it didn’t seem to phase whatever her name was.

“This week it’s you, last week it was someone else, and next week it’ll be- hi Vince.”

Josie looked behind her to find Vince was there, frowning at the girl she was about to beat up.

“I was just talking to your new girlfriend of the week here and I-“

“Yeah well stop talking to her.” He turned Josie abruptly, and steered her across the room and out the front door of the bar.

She waited until they were some feet away until she said very quietly “Who was that?”

“Just a girl I know is all.”

She stopped walking, which caused him to stop and she crossed her arms, head turned to the side “Wanna try that again? But with an actual answer this time.”

He sighed “I hung out with her one time at a party last summer. Nothing happened, she wanted more and I just didn’t see her that way and she’s been dragging my name through the mud since then. She does this every time she sees me out with anyone.”

“I see. She said there was another me last week? Is that true?”

Vince’s mouth fell open and he looked back at the bar in outrage before he turned back to her “She said that? Josie I swear, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. I can’t believe-“

“If you have been it’s okay. I wasn’t your girlfriend so I can’t really get mad.”

It was true. She hadn’t been his girlfriend last week so he was able to do whatever he wanted. But it didn’t mean it would hurt any less if he had.

“I swear to you. I am not talking or hooking up with anyone else. And fuck her for saying that to you.” He gripped her hand “You believe me right?”

She stared at him for a few minutes. She did, she didn’t think he’d fly her out here if he was hooking up with girls at home, but her guard with him was up a little for the first time. It had definitely brought down her mood, and made her feel a little bit weird about the whole thing.

“Josie?”

“I-I believe you. But why would she say that?”

“You don’t believe me I can see it all over your face. She’s jealous obviously.”

“Jealous of who? Me?”

He rolled his eyes “Of COURSE she’s jealous of you. Your beautiful and smart, and your here with me and she isn’t.”

She shrugged and looked at his hand, which was still holding hers. He gave it a squeeze.

“I promise you. There’s no one else.”

Josie pursed her lips and looked at him “Okay. I believe you.”

He glanced over her head and then around the street. It was empty and then he smiled.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” She asked as he tugged her along by the hand.

“You’ll see.”

Before she even knew what was going on they were tangled up in the driver seat, attached at the lips.

“Oh my god this is so risky.” Josie breathed out as Vince stuffed his hands underneath her shirt, hands sending goosebumps across her skin.

The car was cold, but they had fogged the windows up in less than two minutes. Their make out in the bar had now spilled into the front seat of the car.

“Shhh it’s fine just kiss me.” He said quietly, pulling her down to his level and pushing his tongue in her mouth. He had a hand on either side of her hips, fingers brushing her bare legs until he had her skirt pushed completely up.

He reached down, fumbling around on the side of the seat looking for the lever to move the seat back, and finally found it, yanking on it a little too hard because it sent both of them flying backwards with a squeal, followed by laughter.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled against her neck pulling on it again and lurching them forward. Josie was crying with laughter until he gave a large push and they flew forward, Vince’s elbow hitting the steering wheel, horn blaring.

They both jumped expecting it to stop but it didn’t.

“What the fuck?!” He looked around her, smacking the horn several times, the loud sound cutting through the night. Josie felt her face burn for the amount of embarrassment she was about to feel when someone came over to investigate why the horn in the car was sticking, and found them both in the drivers seat, half dressed.

He finally punched it and it stopped, and he glanced up at her before resting his forehead against her chest.

“This just isn’t meant to be.” He picked up his phone and checked the time “But I can have us home in 10 minutes.”

*********

The rest of the week in Lindsay passed by slow enough to enjoy it, but too fast for it to be over. Every morning she woke up she got a little more sad. She was having so much fun and by Thursday evening she only had 3 days left and it had begun to weigh on her. She never wanted this trip to end, and as it inched closer to Sunday she was reminded that she would be going home alone.

“What’s wrong?” Vince asked as she plugged in her phone and laid next to him.

She glanced up “What? Oh nothing.”

“Liar.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed “Nothings wrong. Just bummed that I have to go back to St.Louis soon is all.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and sighed “Me too. But let’s just enjoy our last three days together, and then we’ll go from there.”

She frowned “What’s that mean?”

He pursed his lips and turned on his side to face her “Well. I was going to suggest maybe we take a trip, a vacation if you wanna call it that, before camp starts in September. If you can get off of work and everything.”

“A trip? Where?”

“To a place where all you have to wear is a bikini.”

“Vince!”

“What?” He said innocently, letting one hand trail up her bare leg “Can’t a guy have dirty thoughts about his girl in a bathing suit.”

A slow smile spread across her face until it was so wide her face might crack “What did you call me?”

“My girl.”

She wanted to kick her feet and squeal “I like that. Being your girl.” She ran her fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He leaned up to move his lips across her jaw until he reached her mouth, hand traveling up her thigh to the band of her underwear on her inner leg.

He was slotted between her legs, pelvis grinding up against hers as he kissed her slowly. He floated a hand up her shirt, resting it on her waist.

Before she knew it her shirt was gone and he was unhooking her bra big hands roaming everywhere. Every nerve ending in her body was a live wire, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw towards her neck. She tugged at his shirt, prompting him to reach behind his head and pull it off in one quick movement.

She marveled at him as he hovered above her. Everything about Vince was thick, broad and muscled. Her hands roamed from his lower back up to his chest, scratching her fingernails across his skin. His mouth crushed hers, hurriedly kicking his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside.

She was shaking underneath him, cheeks red, goosebumps across her skin as she took a page breath in, the bones of her ribcage rippling underneath her skin. He stopped for a minute to really look at her.

“Goddamn your beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. Her blush deepened but she just pulled him back down by the chain to kiss him. Slower this time, her fingers moving down his back, nails scratching his skin, causing him to shiver. He sat back, hooking a finger on either side of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, leaning back over her and pushed a finger inside her causing her to gasp.

“That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He pushed another finger inside, moving them in and out, hooking them ever so slightly as he kissed her. She gripped the sheets, balling her hands into fists.

His lips brushed over her neck, eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pulled his fingers out, moving up her body and bracing himself between her legs.

“Tell me what you want.” She reached down, guiding him towards her. His head tipped down, stray hair falling into his eyes. She pushed it out of the way and bucked her hips up to meet his. She closed her eyes dreamily as he slowly pushed inside her, body arching up to meet his. He was so big, so broad as he moved above her, finding her mouth and kissing her slowly, methodically.

Vince splayed a hand across her ribcage and pulled her right leg up over his hip, lifting her clear off the bed. She let out a moan as he pushed deeper than before, hitting a new spot that had never been hit before.

“Vince I-“

He let out a breath, abdominal muscles tightening as he pushed faster, leaning down to kiss her desperately as he did. Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest as a crippling, toe curling orgasm made its way through her body, sending shockwaves from her head to her feet, her entire body flooding with heat. She felt like she couldn’t breath as Vince gave his last few pushes with a groan and leaned down, head resting in her neck. His breath tickled her skin and she could feel his heart beating through his skin. He pulled out and laid next to her, chest rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing, and he turned to smile at her.

“Your amazing and I-“ He stopped and cleared his throat “And your amazing.”

He’d almost said something crazy, but she thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice as she began to rummage around for her shirt and slipped it over her head before collapsing next to him. She rolled on to her side, eyes closing sleepily and hooked one of her legs with his, and promptly fell asleep.

**********

The cup arrived early the next day, and Vince had jumped out of bed like the house was on fire. He was showered, dressed and putting on his shoes by the time she had come out of the bathroom to get dressed.

“How fancy is this anyways?” She asked rummaging through her suitcase “Like should I wear a dress or pants or-?”

“Whatever you wear will be hot, but I like that one.” He was pointing at a yellow dress she had hung over the back of a chair in the corner of his room. She’d bought it and never worn it, tags still hung from the arm of it. She smiled.

“Perfect.”

There was already an entourage outside when they left the house, many friends and family had gathered in his driveway to watch the cup be handed to him. Even though Josie had no idea what was going on she was still excited to watch him pick up the cup. She googled it the night before and apparently within the hockey community it was a huge deal, so because it was big to Vince, it was to her. He gave her hand a squeeze before he released it and made his way over to the keeper of the cup to shake their hands. His mom spotted her and made her way over.

“You look nice.” She said commenting on her dress.

Josie looked down “Thanks. Vince picked it.”

“Well he did a great job. It’s so special you’re here with him for this, it’s his greatest achievement.”

“I didn’t know him then, but if it’s important to him it’s important to me.”

She smiled at her and gave a small laugh “You are important to him. I hope you know that. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Josie smiled and looked back at Vince as he picked up the cup and lifted it over his head and cheers erupted around him.

It was going to be a great day.

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delicatebluebirdruins · 2 years ago

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there was a fandom wiki for game scripts and its no longer around it got closed down and I am sad (one of the scripts they had was RE7 and apart from 2/3 small mistakes it was all things heard or seen in the game) sad to see it go

in other news I was hoping the heroes wiki had quotes from ethan winters in re7 and they do (they did describe him as a fairly good looking man so there is that)

“ Okay, fine! „ ~ Ethan getting a handgun, ready to fight Mia. “ Look, officer. [...] Now do you wanna see my name in the obituaries? Or do you wanna be a hero and save my life? „ ~ Ethan to David Anderson. “ A f**king pocket knife? „ ~ Ethan to David Anderson. “ What am I gonna do with a knife? „ . “ Who builds this s**t? „ after opening a secret passage. “ That is not groovy. „ to Jack during their chainsaw fight. “ Do me a favor and stay dead. „ after he defeated Jack the second time. “ Well. That's special. „ upon seeing Marguerite's new form. “ Just f***ing stay dead – OK? „ after killing Marguerite. “ This is getting old, Jack! „ to a fully mutated Jack during their final battle. “ What the hell is she? Now what did she do to you? „ to the real Jack about Eveline infecting the Bakers. “ Okay, you little b**ch. Where the f-ck are you!? „ speaking of Eveline. “ I'm not playing. „ to Eveline, showing her the syringe. “ Playtime's over! „ before defeating Eveline. “ I told you I'd send help. And I always keep my promises. „ fulfilling his promise to Zoe.

“ What? Why?! „ to Chris, after the latter shoots "Mia". “ You're kidding me! „ upon seeing Uriaș. “ I do too. Once we get out of here maybe you’ll get to meet them. „ to Elena. “ Why is everyone dying on me!? This is...this is just too much. „ mourning Elena's death. “ Bunch of crazy witches... „ freeing himself from the Dimitrescu family. “ Go ahead, do your worst! „ response to Alcina swearing vengeance. “ I'm sick of bugs. „ upon defeating Daniela. “ Looks like your outside matches your inside now, psycho witch. „ to Alcina upon her transformation. “ You're the one who's cursed. „ upon defeating Alcina. “ I'll just be taking this... „ taking Salvatore's flask. “ In death as he was in life. Disgusting. „ Ethan upon defeating Salvatore. “ Eat s**t! „ ~ Ethan defeating Uriaș. “ What do you care, Chris? You killed my wife, you son of a b***h! „ ~ Ethan to Chris in Heisenberg's factory. “ Damn straight we will. And when I find Miranda... she's a dead woman. „ ~ Ethan to Chris, becoming allies again. “ Your funeral! „ ~ Ethan before defeating Karl Heisenberg.

#resident evil #ethan winters

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misfitwashere · 2 months ago

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Friends,

Today I want to tell you the dangers posed by an out-of-control Elon Musk (in part I), and six ways to rein him in (in part II). I also provide some personal evidence of how bonkers he is (in my P.S. at the end of today’s letter).

I. Elon Musk is Out of Control

Elon Musk is rapidly transforming his enormous wealth — he’s the richest person in the world — into a huge source of unaccountable political power that’s now backing Trump and other global authoritarians.

Musk owns X, formerly known as Twitter. He has publicly endorsed Donald Trump. He is spending as much as $180 million on transforming the Republican Party’s field organizing program to help Trump — to which he has brought in new leadership, including a new personal aide to help him make political decisions.

Trump and Musk have both floated the idea of governing together if Trump wins a second term. “I think it would be great to just have a government efficiency commission,” Musk said in an August 11 conversation with Trump, streamed on X. “And I’d be happy to help out on such a commission.”

In that same conversation, Trump congratulated Musk for his willingness to fire workers seeking higher wages and better working conditions. “You’re the greatest cutter,” Trump said. “I mean, I look at what you do. You walk in, you just say: ‘You want to quit?’ They go on strike — I won’t mention the name of the company — but they go on strike. And you say: ‘That’s okay, you're all gone.’”

As the interview concluded, Musk told Trump, “I think we’re at a fork in the road of destiny, of civilization, and I think we need to take the right path, and I think you’re the right path.”

Weeks later, Musk reposted a faked version of Kamala Harris’s first campaign video with an altered voice track sounding like Harris and saying she doesn’t “know the first thing about running the country” and is the “ultimate diversity hire.” Musk tagged the video “amazing.” It’s gotten hundreds of millions of views, so far.

The Michigan secretary of state has accused the Musk-supported America PAC of tricking people into sharing personal data. Although the PAC’s website promises to help users register to vote, it allegedly asks users in battleground states to give their names and phone numbers without directing them to a voter registration site — and then uses that information to send them anti-Harris and pro-Trump ads.

According to a new report from the Center for Countering Digital Hate, Musk himself has so far this year posted 50 false election claims on X to his nearly 200 million followers. They’ve got a total of 1.2 billion views. None of them had a “community note” from X’s supposed fact-checking system.

Evidence is mounting that Russia and other foreign agents are using X to disrupt this year’s presidential race, presumably in favor of Trump. Musk has done little to stop them.

Meanwhile, Musk is supporting right-wing causes around the world.

In the UK, far-right thugs burned, looted, and terrorized minority communities after Musk’s X spread misinformation about a deadly attack on schoolgirls. Musk not only allowed instigators of this hate to spread these lies, but he retweeted and supported them.

At least eight times in the past 10 months, Musk has predicted a future civil war related to immigration. When anti-immigration street riots occurred across Britain, he wrote: “civil war is inevitable.”

The European Union commissioner Thierry Breton sent Musk an open letter reminding him of EU laws against amplifying harmful content “that promotes hatred, disorder, incitement to violence, or certain instances of disinformation” and warning that the EU “will be extremely vigilant” about protecting “EU citizens from serious harm.”

Musk’s response was a meme that said: “TAKE A BIG STEP BACK AND LITERALLY, F*CK YOUR OWN FACE!”

Elon Musk calls himself a “free speech absolutist,” but he has accepted over 80 percent of censorship requests from authoritarian governments. Two days before the Turkish elections, he blocked accounts critical of the president, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan.

Musk says he’ll follow the law wherever it operates, but he’s fighting a Brazilian Supreme Court justice who ordered Brazil’s telecom agency to block access to X because X has “allowed the massive spread of disinformation, hate speech and attacks on the democratic rule of law, violating the free choice of the electorate, by keeping voters away from real and accurate information.”

Musk’s friendly relations with authoritarians often coincide with beneficial treatment of his businesses. Shortly after Musk suggested handing Taiwan over to the Chinese government, Tesla got a tax break from the Chinese government. Musk has backed Argentina’s Javier Milei, who then provided Musk access to his country’s lithium — crucial to Tesla’s batteries. Musk has backed India’s Narendra Modi and secured lower import tariffs for Tesla’s vehicles in India.

II. How to Rein Musk In

He may be the richest man in the world. He may own one of the world’s most influential social media platforms. He may lash out at anyone who dares criticize him. (After The Guardian published an earlier version of this post, Musk went on a Trump-like rant to his nearly 200 million followers, launching ad hominem attacks on me without disputing what I said. More details in the P.S. at the end of this letter.)

But that doesn’t mean we’re powerless to stop him.

Here are six ways to rein in Musk:

1. Boycott Tesla.

Consumers shouldn’t be making him even richer and able to do even more harm. A Tesla boycott may have already begun; a recent poll found that one-third of Britons are less likely to buy a Tesla because of Musk’s recent behavior.

2. Advertisers should boycott X.

A coalition of major advertisers has organized such a boycott. Musk is suing them under antitrust law. “We tried peace for 2 years, now it is war,” he wrote on X, referring to advertisers who criticize him and X.

3. Regulators around the world should stop Musk from disseminating lies and hate on X.

On August 24, French authorities arrested Pavel Durov, founder of the online communications tool Telegram, which French authorities have found complicit in hate crimes and disinformation. Like Musk, Durov has styled himself as a free speech absolutist. I’m not arguing that Musk or any other disseminator of lies and hate must necessarily be charged with crimes, but they should be held legally responsible for what they publish.

4. In the United States, the Federal Trade Commission should demand that Musk take down lies that are likely to endanger individuals — and if he does not, sue him under Section 5 of the FTC Act.

Musk’s free-speech rights under the First Amendment don’t take precedence over the public interest. Two months ago, the Supreme Court said federal agencies may pressure social media platforms to take down misinformation — a technical win for the public good (technical because the court based its ruling on the plaintiff’s lack of standing to sue).

5. The U.S. government — and we taxpayers — have additional power over Musk, if we’re willing to use it. The U.S. should terminate its contracts with him, starting with Musk’s SpaceX.

In 2021, the United States entered into a $1.8 billion classified contract with SpaceX that includes blasting off classified and military satellites, according to The Wall Street Journal. The funds are now an important part of SpaceX’s revenue.

The Pentagon has also contracted with SpaceX’s Starlink broadband service to pay for internet links, despite Musk’s refusal in September 2022 to allow Ukraine to use Starlink to launch an attack on Russian forces in Crimea.

Last August, the Pentagon gave SpaceX’s Starshield unit $70 million to provide communications services to dozens of Pentagon partners.

Meanwhile, SpaceX is cornering the rocket launch market. Its rockets were responsible for two-thirds of flights from U.S. launch sites in 2022 and handled 88 percent in the first six months of this year.

In deciding upon which private-sector entities to contract with, the U.S. government is supposed to consider the contractor’s reliability. Musk’s mercurial, impulsive, childish temperament makes him and the companies he heads unreliable. The government is also supposed to consider whether it is contributing to a monopoly. Musk’s SpaceX is fast becoming one.

Why is the U.S. government allowing Musk’s satellites and rocket launchers to become crucial to the nation’s security when he’s shown utter disregard for the public interest? Why give Musk more economic power when he repeatedly abuses it and demonstrates contempt for the public good?

There is no good reason. American taxpayers should stop subsidizing Musk.

6. Make sure Musk’s favorite candidate for president is not elected.

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PS: After The Guardian published an earlier version of this post, Musk went on a tirade — agreeing with a tweet calling me “a traitor to the American people;” then calling me “Robert Reichtard;” then saying “To be totally honest, I don’t want Reich arrested, as I wouldn’t want to inflict having listen to him upon his jailers. A fate worse than death!;” then identifying me as “a miniature wanker” (see below); then giving a thumbs-up emoji to a post saying I’m “so dumb as to think socialism is a good thing.”

#Robert Reich

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LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND:

THE BEST CHANCE OF SURVIVAL FOR THE HUMAN RACE MAY NOT BE ABOUT WEAPONS AND THE MILITARY.

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU, THE BEST CHANCE FOR SURVIVAL FOR THE HUMAN RACE MIGHT BE MORE ABOUT HOW WE TREAT EACH OTHER AND HOW WE TAKE CARE OF THE PLANET? IT'S HIGHLY PROBABLE THE PEOPLE IN THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX KNOW THEY ARE ON A RUNAWAY TRAIN HEADING FOR A CLIFF, AND THERE'S NOT A THING THEY CAN DO TO STOP IT SO THEY JUST LIGHT UP ANOTHER CIGAR AND KEEP ON DOING WHAT THEY'RE DOING UNTIL THE FINAL MOMENT IT ALL COMES CRASHING DOWN.

I CAN JUST IMAGINE HOW IT WENT CASTING PARTS FOR THIS MOVIE:

CASTING DIRECTOR: SEND IN JULIA ROBERTS. OKAY MRS ROBERTS, IN THIS MOVIE YOU PLAY AN IRRITABLE B*TCH, HERE'S YOUR SCRIPT. NOW SHOW US WHAT YOU CAN DO.

MRS ROBERTS: SCRIPT!? I DON'T NEED A SCRIPT FOR THAT, I'VE GOT THIS! BUCKLE UP BUCKAROOS BECAUSE WE'RE ABOUT TO BLUR THE LINE BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY LIKE NEVER BEFORE!

🤣😂😅😂🤣

JK ~ SHE DOES A GREAT JOB PLAYING THE PART

A conspiracy theory about a shadowy group of people running the world is far too lazy of an explanation.

Especially when the truth is much scarier.

What is the truth?

No one is in control.

No one is pulling the strings.

Sure, there are those like my friend who might have the right kind of access to the right kind of information.

But when events like this happen in the world,

The best, even the most powerful people can hope for is a heads up…

Why are you like this?

What do you get out of being so angry all the time?

Every day, all day, my job… my whole job is to… understand people well enough so that I know how to lie to them, so I can sell them things they don’t really want.

And when you study people like that, when you really see the way they treat each other, well…

You’re no dummy.

You see what they do, and they do it without even thinking about it.

F*ck. I did it to you and your dad, and I don’t even really know why.

We f*ck each other over all the time, without even realizing it.

We f*ck every living thing on this planet over and think it’ll be fine because we use paper straws and order the free range chicken.

And the sick thing is, I think deep down we know we’re not fooling anyone.

I think we know we’re living a lie.

An agreed upon mass delusion to help us ignore and keep ignoring how awful we really are.

I’m not down with most of the things that you do and say, but… this is the part of the Venn diagram where we overlap.

I agree with everything you just said.

But as awful as people might be… nothing’s gonna change the fact that we are all we’ve got.

I don’t want to be this way.

I hate being terrible like this.

And I know I say I hate people, but I… I’d do anything to have them back.

https://scrapsfromtheloft.com/movies/leave-the-world-behind-2023-transcript/

IT MIGHT ALSO BE WORTH NOTING THAT BARACK OBAMA PLAYED A ROLE IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS MOVIE, AND THE ONLY REASON I'M STATING THAT IS BECAUSE THESE INSIGHTS FOR THE STORY MIGHT HAVE DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY COME FROM SOME OF HIS LIFE EXPERIENCES.

https://www.netflix.com/us/title/81314956?s=a&trkid=13747225&trg=cp&vlang=en&clip=81728286

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BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

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