#SORRRRYYY but they are all the same

[http-finnick]

when you are trying to read fanfics and the tag is filled with memes not even for the character

[wroteclassicaly]

for kink hour I am so sorry (not really) but s3 of st actually gave me a huge piss kink for Steve after the elevator scene. I don't really know what it is about it but I kinda wanna piss with him? like maybe going on a camping trip and there's no where to go and I watch him piss against a tree and then he watches me go too. if this is too dirty I'm sorrrryyy lol

Lawd have mercy… NEVER be sorry for that! Because… guess what? *whispers* Same.

Warnings: Language, smutty-ish, piss kink, watersports, summer of 1985 Steve, perv!reader/ perv!steve, masturbation, & voyeurism.

This got outta hand. Oops…?

Steve would be the type to not know he’s into it until it literally happens. Sure it’s crossed his mind, because he’s seen a lot if different kinds of porn, read some magazines that venture out of the norm. But when he realizes that you’re into it too, that you’re literally watching him as he struggles to pull himself from the confines of his tight little jeans - he figures he has to piss fast before the hard on kicks in. He isn’t sure he can come back from this kinda animalistic release, not when he licks his lips as you bashfully apologize (knowing you’d be caught), his leg jiggling as he stops, his flow disrupted by the growing hardness. Your eyes have widened and you stutter.

“I didn’t mean - I’m sorry, I just had to go too, and —“

“Then go!” A little flushed with embarrassment, an aching that’s attached itself inside of his bladder and clinging to his ballsack - he snaps too harshly.

You swallow, tears threatening. That’s when his bolder confidence he hadn’t held since highschool bubbled back up. Yeah, he still has it with you…

“Come here a second.”

You’re hesitant, but he hears the crunch of sticks and leaves beneath your worn sneakers. His breathing is heavy, much like the weight of his shaft in his hand. He’s already begun swiping a calloused thumb over the sticky head. You stop behind him, panting visible and heard in the small wooded expanse.

“Steve, are you sure? Are you -“

“Not behind me. Get beside me.”

“Steve…”

“What? You wanted to watch bad enough. And I only perform on the weekends, so you better not miss your chance, sweetheart.”

You aren’t prepared in all of your lifetime to see the defined veins of his wrist, flexing tendons accentuated by the watch, helping his fingers wrap around his massive length. He’s wet, dripping piss and cum, balls drawn up nice and tight.

“Holy fuck…” you’re practically drooling, body propping on the adjacent tree.

“Yeah, kinda hard, pun completely intended, by the way, to piss like this. So if you get hit then that’s not on me.”

“Does this turn you on? I mean, it obviously does if you’re hard, right?” You’re waiting, breath baited and caught with the heave of your rising chest.

“Didn’t really know it did till just now. You’re the one who was watching me.”

“Well you’re the one that’s invited me over here —“

“Oh, fuck…” His voice cuts in with a diaphragm-deep rasp, cutting you off as that first wave sprays from the tip of his cock and splatters onto the tree, some splashing your bare leg. His spare, massive palm splays out and slaps the tree as he struggles to control his flow.

You’ve dug your fist into your t-shirt, balling it up within your grasp, knuckles pressed into your stomach. You swear your heartbeat has fallen into your ass.

“M’ going to. Fuck, I have to. Might make this easier… Can I?” He’s begging, his gentleman questioning clear as his need grows.

You nod. “Touch yourself.”

“Need you to do it too. Show me, please?”

You can’t find it within yourself to fight or have those reservations of insecurity. You’re too fucking horny.

Your shorts and panties come off, arousal strung down to the crotch. You kick them off across the dirt and grass as Steve jacks himself with his never ending flow, that’s coming in spurts again. You aren’t sure you can hold yourself up, so you resort to leaning back against the tree and parting yourself, unable to hold it back as your stream takes over, soaking the ground below, your creamy wetness mixing in. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so gone.

“Take your tits out.” You obey, shirt and bra cups raised, and you immediately grab your breast, legs spreading wider.

“Shit, I’m close, babe. So fuckin’ close.”

// Eat me paragraph //

[dessknightenjoyer]

putting my thoughts on the egg room below a cut cause they are long and spoilers

The very first thing I thought when doing the egg room was "Does Kris remember resets / has kris done this before?" mainly cause it has the same themes of repetition and pointlessness. Kris drawing the man over and over again until they can do it on one line but the canvas is so covered that it's completely filled in has the same sort of doing something over and over again until it loses it's meaning thing that undertale kinda had going with it resets. Drawing the tree over it all at the end even kinda matches up with doing something else after the thing you were doing loses it's meaning. Kinda reminds me of flowey but not much.

If this is actual evidence, it would explain why kris knows how to manipulate the soul so well but would go against them gradually learning to do so.

Personally I think with the examples in your post are more Kris not bothering to actually do it when it's not serious rather then Kris learning how to do so over time. They don't want to look at the teenz corner but if they do its no big deal, at least compared to you getting a look at Asriel's search history or potentially opening a door with the knight behind it. Given that fully tearing out their soul seems to drain them somewhat I wonder if even small acts of resistance can tire them out. Like they could trickily resist every single thing they don't like the player doing but that would tire them out quickly and they don't want that.

As for whether or not this being because kris has done this all before is well. It's really not that solid and only works if you believe that chapter one was the first day of kris having a soul which. It demonstrably is not. Due to the birdcage. and the bloodstain on the floor and the stuff surrounding Carol that heavily implies that she knows about the soul (still not sure what to make of that). I think that kris knows how to do this stuff cause they've been dealing with this soul nonsense for much longer than we've seen and not because of reset time loops or anything.

Anyway uhhhhh sorrrryyy for saying there were implications when it was just. Deltarune reset theory slop that gets shot down by the first room we see in the game. Given how similar the themes of repetition are in that room I wonder if it's just supposed to be an allusion to undertale, although the egg rooms and the seem to have been getting more tied into greater deltarune lore in the recent chapters.

One last note I find that it's Kris who draws the painting but "You" who tries to wash the graphite off their hands to be. very interesting but I don't know what it could mean. I got nothing for the egg room sorry : (

at what point did kris figure out they can manipulate the options to their advantage ("no no no no" when checking teenz corner but defeat when chosen > peeking into asriel's cyberworld room with eyes closed > "turn the doorknob" instead of opening the door) and when are they going to go all monica ddlc on us

[missblissy]

Hi!! I love the Kisses meme and more for the radio man, can i ask for Alastor x reader with 1 - 26 - 45 (Goodnight kisses, giggling whilr kissing, and skeepy kisses) thx!

((CRIES LOUDLY I FORGOT THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS SORRRRYYY))

Kisses || 1: goodnight kisses 26: giggling while kissing 45: sleepy kisses || Closed!!

The sound of hazed laugh and sloppy giggles chattered down the empty halls of the hotel. There was a high-pitched squeal followed by a low chuckle saying, "Get back here!" Luckily this hotel was mostly empty, and these halls were void of tenants. So no one would bother your late-night banter and laughter.

You spun around a corner ready to race up another staircase. This time you two double the steps, climbing them faster than before. It was hard though, seeing as the sweet fuel of alcohol rushed within your bloodstream. Not too far behind you, stumbling slightly over his own feet, was Alastor chasing after you. A dirty grin was on his face as he laughed out, eager to catch you in his arms once again.

The dark empty halls were the perfect place to play a game of chase. The two of you flirted all night at the bar like any modern couple would. But the night has to end at some point, and tonight it was ending with a drunken chase down the halls as Alastor tried to catch you. You could have just taken the elevator, but what's the fun in that?

You had just got around another corner and you were ready to take the final set of stairs when you felt and pair of hands wrap around your waist, "Got you!" Alastor said as he almost fell to the floor with you both.

Luckily that didn't happen, and instead, you wiggle in his arms, "Oh noo~" You dramatically called out, "Whatever will I do?"

Alastor lt out a low but playful growl and went in for the crook of your neck, "You get eaten by the horrible monster!" He laughed against your neck and tickled you by blow raspberries against your cheek. His grip on you tightened as you giggled and pretended to fight back. He gave you a playful kiss between each of his little attacks.

He did end up letting you go, but not your hand. Alastor held on tight and started walking with you up the stairs. You'd tease him by taking a step to fast, toying with the idea that you'd run away again. Anytime he thought you'd run off, his grip on your hand would tighten like an iron lock. You stay with him, however, just as content holding his hand and walking the rest of the way to your room.

Like a true gentleman, Alastor opened the door for you once you got there. You gave him a little bow and thanked him before running off into your room. Alastor rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself as he closed the door. He didn't have to chase you now, you'd be stuck in this room with him until morning but that didn't mean you still didn't want to tease him. You did run into the on-suite bathroom and shut yourself in there. Not for any reason other than you wanted to change and shower in privacy. While you got into pajamas, Alastor did just the same.

When you had finished up in the bathroom, you came out to find Alastor waiting for you already in bed. You hurried over, jumped in bed, and made a mess and you got under the blankets. Alastor chuckled at your silly little excitement. Now normally, the two of you didn't cuddle or snug together when you went to bed. But tonight you were both silly and drunk and in a lovely mood.

You curled up next to Alastor while he buried himself against your chest and the hiding in the crook of your neck. There was a goofy but tired grin on his face. You peppered little kisses on his cheeks, then stole a single small one from his lips.

Moments like these were perfect. When you got to hold Alastor as his arms loosely snaked around you and he drifted off to sleep. The sweet scent of roses filled your nose as you snuggled closer to him, falling into your own lull of sleep.

[spooki-ghoztzz]

Imagine Dave / William with a s/o who is always worried about time, like imagine him just using the bathroom and his s/o sees that he's still in the bathroom a second after his usual time they start pounding on the bathroom door to see if he's okay, or if he says he'll be home in 5 minutes and he's even a second late his s/o gets really worried and asks if he's okay like a trillion times

( Awhh! Okay tbh this request is cute- i’m also gonna stick with just Will since..i feel like Dave is the same way as his s/o is! )

He’d honestly think that you’re way too clingy till you just explain you’d rather have an eye on him. He’d just raise a brow at you and shrug it off but expect him to get a bit hissy over it.

For example,one time he had just woken up. It was around 7:30,the time he normally got up at. His routine was to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower(yes,he fucking takes them in my little headspace),brush his teeth,all that. Everytime he leaves to the bathroom you notice the small brit isn’t even in bed anymore. You hear the showing running but you were quick to almost bang on the door which makes the poor man almost fall out of the shower.”OI WOT DO YEW WANT,JESUS CHRIST!” “Willl,can i come innn?” “The fock no! I’m not gonna get out of the shower just to let you fokin sit on the toilet lid and stare at me!” “..Then after you get out?” “Foine.” He keeps his promise and once he gets out,has a towel around his waist he lets you in.”God,you’re fokin clingy..” “Am not,i just worry for you!”

He doesn’t hate it,he’s happy you care for him it’s more of the fact that it’s a bit stressful for him. It’s like having a (non existent parent considering he was spawn into the world) parent again.

Whenever he’s out to get something or at work,he’d always call you and say he’d be home in 5 minutes and he usually is but one day when he wasn’t you freaked out- you were worried something had happened to him and you sat on the couch as you watched random things on the telly to distract you from your anxiety. As soon as you heard him say “Luvvvv,i’m back..sorry the line was lo-”Then was tackled by someone twice his height- His eyes practically went out of his skull as he coughed from the sudden impact.”Oi,fockin calm down!” “I’m sorrrryyy,i was worried about you! you’re never late!” “..Jesus fokin christ-” (overall he doesn’t mind your clinginess,he understands <3)

[girlucifer]

hi hey hello if you're down for it i'd love to hear ur simeon headcanons for any of 2, 5, 11, and/or 12?

hello cereal and yes i would love to!!

2. moral weak spots

i think he’d have tremendous sympathy and compassion for those who sin with strong and loving intents, who fight for a just cause. i am projecting a lot here but i think simeon grew up surrounded by such celestial beings and having that holiness seeping into every aspect of his life, he was blind to the notion that good people do bad things and vice versa. he best understood that his previous mentality was flawed when lucifer revolted- not because of his pride and arrogance, but because his sister was condemned for being in love + other unnamed catalytic reasons [i headcanon that the celestial realm is actually a very rotten place - perhaps lucifer had enough of a god who is not everloving. yes i am very much placing my own religious trauma onto this cute little otome game] so yeah. that’s why we see simeon pushing luke to make his own decisions and have his own opinions, as simeon did not have that luxury growing up, having been spoonfed propaganda his childhood [early in the game i think, we see how simeon says his teaching style is to let luke live and learn through experience]. simeon would stumble upon luke upset that he is mad over [something unfair]. simeon sits him down and explains gently with a kind smile - ‘you’re right to feel upset, feel angry. that’s good- it shows you have a strong sense of justice. now use that anger- and change the world with it.’

5. guilty pleasures

human world cigarettes, bad cheesy rom-coms, getting lost in daydreams...

11. bad or petty habits

he’s always vague. mc’s like [eating]: wow simeon this is so good! what did you say it was again? simeon: i didn’t say what it was. mc: ... well then what is it? simeon: :) isn’t it good? here have some more :)

also. i’m sorry im sorrrryyy i know simeon x lucifer is not everyone’s cup of tea but imagine: he’s very petty towards diavolo. diavolo texts simeon for relationship advice or some lucifer-centric question and simeon’s like: [turns on receipts just to leave him on read]

12. grudges and vendettas

of course i'm going to have to bring this up. simeon, despite having such love and respect for lucifer, he cannot find it in himself to forgive lucifer for leaving him behind, to revolt against their creator. the celestial realm has never been the same without lucifer there, after the great war. while yes he understands lucifer’s reasons as to why he revolted- he cannot wrap his head around- why didn’t lucifer tell him? why didn’t he enlist him in his war? doesn’t he know simeon would’ve laid down everything for him? one word- simeon would’ve been on the frontline. he wonders this all the time- but the words never quite fit together, the timing is never right on asking lucifer. he instead just silently accepts lucifer never cared for simeon the way he cared for him [while this is not at all the case- it is precisely lucifer’s regard for his friend that he chose to let simeon keep his wings, let him live out his days in the celestial realm- for maybe simeon could be the catalyst to change it from within, to succeed where lucifer failed]. so, simeon seems to be stuck, unable to forgive his closest comrade for one of the biggest betrayals known to all the three realms. 

[apeanutsblog]

7 :p

Firstly I'm so sorrrryyy I answered this so late. Got busy with some stuff.

Now to answer your question: what is my favorite sexual scenario I've ever come up with?

So it goes like this :-

I go over to my partners house, she's anxiously waiting for me after I've teased her through text all day long. She's dripping wet at the thought of everything I'll do to her, with her. I open the door and she's there waiting for me on her knees, I walk in and grab her chin with my index finger and my thumb, she's looking up at me with desperation in her eyes and I'm looking down at her with a devilish grin. I ask for her hand and she gives them to me, I assist her in getting up and I busy my face in her neck proceeding to kiss and bite on it as her arms envelope around my head, pulling me in closer letting gentle moans into my ear as my hands wrap tightly around her body. I push onto her, having her walk backwards into a wall, pressing my body up against her as she's pinned and helpless. I let my hands roam her body, feeling her, groping her, caressing her, she does the same to me. She's wearing that dress I really like to see on her. I lift my head from her neck and have my hands explore her body down to the end of her dress, I slowly start pulling up to undress her, slowly exposing her more and more until the dress finally goes over her head and to my surprise she's not wearing anything underneath because she knows I like that. She pulls my T-shirt over my head. We're rubbing our exposed bodies against each other, feeling her warm body against mine, my hand coming running down from her face to her bare breasts squeezing them gently, pinching and rubbing her nipples as my other hand wraps around her neck pushing her back up against the wall, she smirks because she knows she can do anything to me like this. I lean in to kiss her and she turns her head sideways being a bratty little girl. Im forced to bring my hand up from her breast and grab her face and turn it to face me so I can kiss her, she lets me. She then pushes me off her and grabs me by the waist of my jeans and pushes me against the wall and pushes her body up against mine and proceeds to bite and suck on my neck at the spot that makes me the most weak, like clay in her hands. I let out a loud moan as one of my hand is lost in her hair grabbing it and the other on her ass, squeezing tighter and tighter as she make me weaker and weaker. She continues to then start moving down slowly, kissing her way all the way down until she's squatted down to my waist. She unbuckles my belt, pulls it all out from the belt loops, she unbuttons my jeans, unzips it and pulls everything off of me. My cock flings up as it's already fully erect and dripping pre-cum. She spits in her hand and grabs it, going up and down the length of my cock and then rubbing my balls to have them covered with her saliva. She starts strokes it a few times letting pre-cum ooze out of it for her enjoyment, she sticks her tongue out and licks me all the way from my balls to the tip of my cock licking the pre-cum off the tip before she puts her mouth around my cock and starts sucking it, taking it in deep, letting my cock hit the back of her throat, my head tilting back because she's so good and I hold her hair as courtesy. She does this for a while until I'm begging to be insider her. She takes her mouth of my cock, drooling all over the place, saliva just covering my cock and dripping from her chin and onto her chest and tits. She gets up and comes in to kiss me with her drool filled mouth, getting her tongue inside my mouth and playing with mine.

She grabs my hand and takes me to her room. She pushes me onto the bed and I'm sitting up right at the edge of it, she uses her leg to push me down so I'm laying. I slide myself up to the centre of the bed and watch her as she climbs onto me, watching her wet pussy expose as she get her legs on either side of me. She sits on my waist and grinds on me having her pussy juice smearing against me. She then grabs my cock and slides down until she feels the tip of my cock against her vagina and then slides back even more letting my cock enter her, her warms pussy enveloping my throbbing cock. She proceeds to ride me, watching her tits bounce up and down as her hands are on my chest pinning me down. She rides me hard until she's out of breath and fall on top of me with my cock still in her, I put my hands on her hips and start to move them up and down, fucking her from below, and then moving her hips up and down vigorously as she slumped over on me moaning into my ear until we're both tired and she gets off and lays beside me and I kiss my way down her body until I reach her clit and give it a gentle kiss and proceed to suck in her clit and get my tongue all over it and sliding my tongue inside her as deep as it'll go, making her moan loud as she grab my hair and head and pulls me in more. I do this for a bit before we get back to our shenanigans this time with me on top.

I grab her legs and spread them wide, holding them in that position as I slide my cock into her warm pussy and continue to fuck her like that for a while and then closing her legs close and putting them over my shoulder and hold them like that hearing her moans and my grunting both equally loud. I let her legs loose and they fall to the sides. I slowly pull my cock out, only to spit on it and have her watch me do that before I slowly slide my cock back inside of her as deep as it can go, moving my body up with it and her legs going along. I put my hands in fists and place them at either side of her and fuck her at a fast pace. Then, I grab her waist and fuck her senseless until she's begging me to cum inside her, I start to thrust into her harder but at a slow pace, her pussy grabbing my cock tight.

I'm finally getting close to cumming and I pick up the pace getting closer and closer to ejaculating with each pump of my cock in her vagina. I exclaim " I'm cumming!" She replies " cum inside me, daddy" a few pumps later I bury my cock inside her as I moan and grunt as I cum inside her hot pussy, having her feel my throbbing hot cock and hot cum filling her up. I thrust into her a few more time before I slowly pull my cock out of her and then watch my cum leak out if her and then go in to eat her out, rub her clit until I get her legs shaking uncontrollably and she's exhausted and can't take anymore.

The end. Feel free to ask more

If you've read this far, I appreciate you and thank you for the question, I really enjoyed this. Hope you enjoy it too, any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thank youuu. Loads of love to you.

[one-leaf-grimoire]

A reader first time taking virginity thing I was half asleep when I sent that ask about nozel and fuegoleon sorrrryyy

// lmao that's okay

Warning: Spicy 18+

Fuegoleon

Very very respectful of your boundaries and asks for permission before every little thing

You assured him that you wanted to do this but he won't listen

"Does this feel good? Are you okay if I go further?"

It's a little annoying but also sweet.

Kisses all over your body and worships each part

Doesn't stop eating you out until you're begging for him to put it in already

He's super gentle and slow, watching your expression really carefully for any sign of pain

He did a great job so there's no pain. You're moaning out his name in no time

Gets a little carried away towards the end but you're bucking up into every thrust begging for more.

He's super happy afterwards and showers you in aftercare

Nozel

He's not the most gentle so he mentally reminds himself to be careful

More nervous than he lets on, he lokes you a lot and doesn't want to scare you away with bad sex

Lets you explore his body and does the same for you. Probably asks you to touch yourself at one point because it gets him really hard

Eats you out a little but not for long, you're pretty wet already

Holds you close to his body as he finally penetrates you, and is glad to hear a pleasured moan

He gives you time to adjust before setting a pretty fast pace. You have to ask him to slow down at some point.

He's really happy when he makes you cum, he feels really accomplished. He follows real quick bc you're real tight.

"Did I do well?" "Yes, of course... you were really good."

[gukptune]

— user: 95mochibuns, 2 (m.)

↛ jimin x reader

everyday you sit on the same overly expensive gaming chair and play games on stream, with the occasional trip to the bathroom, eating and well, watching your favourite camboy’s streams. never in a million years did you think you’d be chatting up your biggest crush, neither did you imagine he’d figure you out so easily

↛ genre: camboy!au, streamer!reader, smut

↛ warnings: explicit language, masturbation, phone sex, public sex, use of a sex toy, rough, spanking, thigh fucking (inspired by one of my other upcoming fics), oral (cunnilingus), etc.

↛ words: 5k+

↛ note: part 2 and end of mochibuns! hope you’ll enjoy and thank you for the patience for this part.

Hey. It was that hey that had your head ravelled up in a twist. How were you meant to respond to your ultimate crush and the guy who’s made your life so hard for the past few months or so, fuck. You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t.

You went through your day as if nothing had bothered you, well you tried. Constantly feeling an itch on the back of your head reminding you of something you weren’t confident enough to do, gosh, what were you so scared of. You finished your day at University like usual and made your way home with a fresh new game to stream.

Even though, it wasn’t your usual stream day you had to race against time, you didn’t want to see any possible spoilers or anything at all about the game. You wanted to experience it first and hoped that your fans would appreciate your enthusiasm for the game.

As you settled yourself down with a change of clothing for comfort your eyes glanced at the phone on your desk, at least if you responded now you had no time to be embarrassed or overthink you needed to stream.

Taking a deep breath you managed to respond with something quite lacklustre.

you: hey :) [21:23]

You rubbed your face with your palm, cursing at how lame that was. But you had to move on from it. Jumping on a surprise livestream as your fans joined in with speed.

“Hello, everyone, welcome welcome! I hope you’re all excited and happy about this surprise stream as you know I’ve been waiting for this moment since my childhood and finally it is here! It’s here early!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands still not revealing the surprise to your fans as they commented questions and responses.

With a large smile you continued, “Finally! I have in my hands the long awaited Resident Evil 2! Thank you so much to Capcom for sending me the game before many and allowing me to show the first part to you guys. Resident Evil 2 comes out tomorrow on all platforms so get your copy to play along with me.”

myherotodoroki: so excited!

ghoulingtokyo: holy shit you got early access! yesss!

joker_r: let’s all be prepared to cry in fear

“I’m honestly terrified but I have you all to carry me,” You laughed, knowing that you were definitely going to take your entire life to get through this damned game. 

Reading the ever so flooding comments you couldn’t help but hear the constant buzzing of your phone through your headphones as nothing was playing through it but the title screen with low music.

You were hoping your followers wouldn’t notice it as you tried to ignore it, it must’ve been him it couldn’t be anyone else. You weren’t particular texting people all the time and well, most of your notifications were turned off.

You continued into the game as you interacted with your audience, seeing the rolling comments helping you through the game and praising you through tough moments. Any time a zombie would show up your heart would explode and well, everyone seemed to like it.

Then surprisingly a donation came through, which you forgot to turn off, your audience doesn’t donate as you’ve told them many times before you didn’t need them but you’d get the occasional newbie or weirdo who’d donate so you’d read their comment.

MOCHI has donated $50

mochi: Why don’t you answer my texts...? :’(((((

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, you might’ve stuttered a little, the concerned comments of your audience had you worried that they might’ve thought it was something bad.

“It’s alright guys, just a friend I was playing hard to get with,” You eased the tension in the chat box. Eyeing that damned comment as it went away slowly. 

As you ventured on you knew you’d have to answer him before he freaks everyone out again, you excused yourself for a second to go to the bathroom as you swiped your phone along with you nonchalantly. 

You pulled the toilet cover down as you sat on it, looking at the few texts that Jimin had sent, immediately making you open it and read it.

jimin: Finally, i’ve been waiting! [21:23]

jimin: I see that you’re quite busy though. :( [21:24]

jimin: Am I not worth your time? [21:24]

jimin: I’m just kidding, that’s cheesy. [21:24]

You rolled your eyes at his visible clinginess that you never knew that he’d be for you.

you: you freaked everyone out you jerk. [21:48]

As if immediately like he was awaiting your response.

jimin: I’m sorrrryyy, I just wanted to talk to you. [21:49]

Gosh, he was cute. It was surely him, you had checked if it was him. His twitter was indeed himself with many followers and pictures of him. You just couldn’t believe it.

you: and it had to be right now? [21:49]

jimin: Wellll, I texted you last night! [21:50]

Right, he did. And you didn’t respond.

jimin: I want to call you. [21:53]

Fuck. You couldn’t say no to that, it was Park Jimin for fucks sake. You eased up and sent your phone number to him casually. He had seen it and seemed to be calling you. With a blink of an eye a random number was calling, must’ve been him.

You answered, hearing not much but heavy breathing.

“Hello?” You said, hoping for at least some sort of sign that he was at least a live and is himself.

You could hear a bit of a tussle before a response, “Oh, shit, hey, hello.”

His chuckle running through your ears, you felt as if you were watching his lives instead of actually talking to him. With that you could hear a tinge of his accent, “I’m so sorry, I forgot that I was the one that called.”

“How are you?” he adds quickly, his voice wavering.

“I’m alright, I was streaming until you know...” You teased.

You could hear him huff, “Ops, I guess. Aren’t you in the bathroom? Peeing?”

“Nope, I might’ve lied, didn’t want you to freak people out even more. They literally thought you were some stalker, Jimin!” You laughed, explaining to him the situation hoping he’d not do it again.

He lets out a groan for some odd reason, “Uh, could you say my name again, please?”

You didn’t see why not so you did, “Jimin?”

That’s when he lets out a rather strangled moan, fuck, was he really?

“_____, you wouldn’t have happened to notice how we’re so effortlessly casual with eachother? As if we know eachother?”

You swallowed, not really following in what he was saying, “Uhm, I’m not sure what you mean, I assume you know me since you do follow me— sorry for not noticing it before.”

Of course you had fucking noticed that he followed you.

He let’s out a chuckle, a breathy one, “Yes, I do watch your streams but you seem to be very friendly to me, even though you seemingly don’t know me, you surely don’t follow me, I’m just a stranger, right?”

His voice lingering in your ears as you tried to process what was actually going on. You must’ve taken your time as he spoke before you could.

“I do keep track of the members on my account, I check their profiles every now and then, I think you should change your email— the one on your twitter strangely matches that of one, peachbubbles.”

Oh for fucks sake. You were dead, ruined, you can’t come back from his. Maybe your silence fed into his victory, he’s exposed you pretty much, was this his true intention. Why were you stupid enough to use your own email.

“Don’t worry about it, only I can see the email, love,” He hisses as the end as if he was in pain.

Making you wonder, “Hey—are, are you in pain or are you...”

He lets out a laugh, an octave lower than his usual tone.

“You’ve figured me out again, I was wondering how long it would take it.” He reveals without a care in the world.

You nearly scream, but kept it in knowing your stream was still running, “What the fuck, how are you so shameless?”

“Oh come on, I know you’re damn kinky, _____, if you don’t remember I occasionally jack off to your pretty face and you just so happened to bless me with a surprise stream where I could see your pretty plump red lips scream, in fear but I pretend it’s for me.”

He was good, he knew what to do to make a girl squirm. God, you were squirming in your seat already, he made it hard, so hard. You were dripping, you could feel the wetness below you sinking into your sweatpants.

You needed to go now.

“Look, Jimin, I have to go,” You rubbed your head in frustration, “I have people waiting.”

Jimin whines audibly, “Wait, please. We could—”

“I really want to, god I do, but they’ll get suspicious. My fans are nosey... also I promised someone to play tonight—”

“Urh, who’d you promise, one of your guy friends, god, if you stream that shit I’ll get so fucking jealous,” He groans, you could hear the slapping of skin through the speakers he was going at it hard.

“Maybe it is, maybe I’ll stream it. I’m sure you could get yourself off just watching my pretty lips right, I’ll talk to you later.” You ended the call before he could respond, you could practically here the phantom of his own frustrations.

You tried to get your mind off the imagery of him jacking off, reminding you of last night and his glorious dick, you actually talked to him. Him. You weren’t about to fangirl over a damn camboy but you fucking are.

You woke up without a care in the world, stretching over your pillows, cozying into your fluffy sheets. Pretty much letting out moans at how comfortable you feel. Then of course, getting a sinking feeling knowing that you had to get up to University soon. It was always the worst part, getting up, after that everything was simple and easy.

That’s when you notice the message on your phone screen, blinking back at you.

jiminie: Where do you happen to live again? [8:12]

You blinked for a second wondering why he would ask that. You then proceeded to write back the city you currently study in, he seemed to be taking a while to respond after reading it.

jiminie: Well, isn’t it a coincidence that I happen to be here? :0 [8:15]

You froze for a second, he was here. As in breathing the same air as you right now. The question that stayed on your mind was why he was here, he lived in Seoul.

you: 0.0 [8:16]

jiminie: I happen to have been invited to a birthday party, of a friend. I mostly agreed knowing I’d be able to see you. [8:17]

jiminie: Surprise? [8:17]

It hadn’t been the longest time you two had texted back and forth, it was difficult with the time differences but both of you seemed to like staying up late in the night. He tuned into your streams as you did his as usual. Maybe making you feel a sense of pride knowing that every time someone would ask him how it was between you he’d pretend nothing had happened and play it off. Reading all those comments of girls wanting him, yet here he was completely and only focused on you.

He would even mouth your name as he came every now and then, as cheesy as it was winking to the camera knowing that you would be the only one to be able to catch that.

Maybe it made you wonder if he had anyone else, it would be strange to think that he wouldn’t have had anyone else. He didn’t seem like that type of guy but he must’ve had someone before right... or you had too much faith in him.

You guys hadn’t called or video chatted the same way that night nearly went, it was strange, he was only asking you about you. Maybe he did like you and want to know you.

In the end both of you were interested in each other first and for-most for each other’s looks, what you saw online.

you: i have uni :( [8:22]

jiminie: I can meet you after, I’ll pick you up? [8:23]

You wondered if that would be a good idea, after all you would get off super late.

you: uhm [8:27]

jiminie: Do you not like the idea? I could always wait elsewhere? [8:27]

you: it’s not that [8:28]

you: i have practice, it ends pretty late in the evening :[ [8:28]

jiminie: What kind of practice? [8:29]

you: volleyball [8:29]

jiminie: 0.0 [8:32]

jiminie: Really? [8:32]

you: yea... [8:32]

jiminie: Shit, that’s kinda hot. Am I allowed to watch? [8:34]

you: omg. and i think so? there’s no rules against it and we get parents around sometimes [8:35]

jiminie: Fuck, I honestly thought you just didn’t want to see me. And, now I get to see you in tight little booty shorts, am I dreaming? [8:35]

you: of course i want to see you loser! [8:37]

you: dreaming? thought you stopped being cheesy. [8:37]

jiminie: Never baby. [8:39]

jiminie: Get to school, loser. I’ll see you after! <3 [8:39]

At least he gave you some sort of motivation to get the day over with. You still couldn’t believe it, or believe him. Were you really going to see him, was he honestly even real. You won’t even believe it until you could see him with your own eyes.

Beads of sweat dripped down your chin as you leaned over on your knees trying to catch your breath. Eyes shut from the world as you tried to lower your heart rate. You of course were running laps around the court because your teammate couldn’t stop a spike, it was brutal.

Even if your spikers were some of the best in the country the blockers needed to be better or at least good enough to catch up. As a team you needed to take the punishments together and well you all hated laps and that’s what you had to do.

As you finished first you could hear your teammate chanting her apology comedically as she ran, maybe you laugh, though choking in pain as well from catching your breath.

You went over to the bench and pulled your shorts out from being completely attached to your bottom. Picking up your water bottle, you looked around at the spectators but nothing.

No sign of him.

Maybe he lied, you rolled your eyes thinking that you’ve just hoped for the best and go the worst which wasn’t something that happened often. You were taught to hope for the best but prepare for the worst, and you were prepared. Prepared to just walk your ass home after practice.

With that and a call out from your coach you jogged over to join the team as you finally began to actually play versus. Your team only had the best and weren’t so plentiful so you were to practice with the boys team which in all honestly was not as good as you. They are bigger, hit harder but that made your team extremely resilient and able to take physically larger opponents but well you can’t say much for their skills.

When practice ended you were still picking up the rest of the equipment with it being only you and a few of the boys left. Most of the girls had ran into the locker rooms and showered, leaving as quickly as they can to do what they needed after.

You took your time, knowing that you weren’t in need of rushing for anything or well anyone. You’ve put away all you could and grabbed your duffle bag including the rest of your things and headed into the locker room.

Humming a tune you looked around seeing no one in sigh, plopping your bag down on the ground you opened your locker and pulled out your school bag and extra clothes to change into. 

You had thought no one else was here but you could hear rather loud cracking steps, turning around with your hands still fumbling through the locker you saw no one. Thinking it was someone rummaging through their locker on the other side.

You pushed the thoughts away as you finished up, shutting your locker until you left a strange presence. That strange presence of something behind you.

“You are truly good at hiding that ass in those sweats.”

You screamed before turning around, throwing your handful of clothes towards the voice. Having all of that just fall into the person’s hand as he caught it.

Jimin’s eyes widened before realising how scary it must’ve been, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His smile nearly blinds you as you stare back at him blankly completely still no knowing how to react to him being in here.

“I—uh, had to sneak in, I assumed your school doesn’t let guys into the girl’s locker room,” He smiled again, handing your the clothes as he hopped over the bench in between the two of you.

You took the clothes back, hugging them close to you, replying breathlessly, “I thought you ditched me.”

“I would never. Traffic’s a mess here.” His hand coming up to brush your hair off your face as you closed your eyes to feel his palm falling against the shell of your ear.

Opening them to see that he’s stepped much closer to you now, feeling his breath on your face.

“Why did it sound like you were wearing heels?” You teased, looking down at his choice of footwear.

He lifted his heel up to show you his shoes as he brushes fingers through his hair, “I guess they’re kind of heels.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t slip in here with those shoes.”

Jimin’s hand fell towards the base of your neck and his other hand made it’s way up your waist, “I’m lucky haven’t been caught getting in here with these clicky heels.”

“That is true, you’re lucky to have bypassed the boys team lurking around,” You smiled, feeling his hand squeeze at your side pulling you to him.

Finally, taking a fully look at him. He didn’t sport his coloured contacts, neither is his hair a light blonde, more of a light brown now. He looked even better in person and well, if you get to it he’s dressed so effortlessly well enough to make you crawl on your knees.

He must’ve noticed your silence and wandering eyes. Taking his bottom lip in between his teeth the man let his hand slide down towards his most anticipated attraction.

Taking a rather mighty squeeze at it, making you let out a breathy gasp right at his cheeks as he pulls you up.

His lips now skimming over your ear, “You make it so hard, you’re making me so fucking hard.”

If anytime was the time now was it. You placed your lips against his cheek, letting it attach and pull away with a pop, “Oh yea? Why don’t you show me.”

He lets out an audible breath of amusement as turns you around and pushes you down onto the spacious bench. Keeping himself stood tall, “I knew you were kinky as soon as I laid eyes on your Devil May Cry walkthrough, baby, watching me all those times before we talked too.”

“My dirty girl,” He bites his lips as he groans, his thumb playing with your bottom lip as he undoes his belt skill-fully with one hand. Allowing your excitement to brew as you squeezed your thighs together, arching your back with your head looking up at him.

Moaning into his thumb as he pushes it through your lips, letting your tongue play with it as your eyes batted at him lustfully.

As soon as he let his erection out of it’s tight holding you were shocked to see now strained the thing looked. He must’ve been holding it in for the longest time, “Painfully hard it seems, huh?”

Gracing your fingers against it, he shudders as he watches you ingulf his thumb, as if it was his cock you went hard. He could practically be drooling at the sight infront of him, “Like I said, teeny tight booty shorts on that juicy ass.”

He choked on a moan as soon as your hand took him, he was relatively large, thick more than anything. Wet and hot, enough to make you want to take him already, it would just fit so perfectly.

As soon as you began to pump back and forth on him you seemed to get stuck on the way to his pelvis, his long shirt covering the top part from your eyes. With that he takes his hand away from you, with a lewd pop he grins at the string of spit dragging between them.

He pulls up his shirt to show you what had been in the way, of course it was a cockring.

“Thought you’d like it, baby.”

You did, the tight band holding his cock making it enlarge in size by the mere pressure. You could see the small bullet on the top part of it, god, that would feel so good.

“I want you so bad,” You whined, pulling at his top and running your hand underneath it to feel his ripped body underneath.

He hummed in return looking around as if unsure of the choice of location, “I don’t know, baby, I’ve never done it in public before, are you sure about this. I won’t be able to stop if you let me.”

As much as he was a self titled porn star, the boy only appeared to his fans by himself, never had he had a girl with him. Yet, here you were about to let a camboy fuck you against a bench in your team’s locker room, what had you become.

“Please, Jimin.”

As if animalistic-ally, he groans pushing you back into the bench allowing you to lay against the grooved surface. He pulls his shirt over his head with one motion and continues to pull his pants down over his thighs, giving you a full sight of all his glory. As he if was allowing you a moment to take it in, the boy’s abs flexing as he breathed, his unshaven navel dragging your eyes to his jewels.

You furrowed your eyebrows with a pout as if rushing him, making him sniffle a chuckle as he kneels over on the relatively spacious bench by your legs, pulling them apart to see your shorts drenched from your own juices.

“Baby’s all wet for me, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck your insides out,” He growls, reminding you much of his teasing when he’d do his livestreams. Your core clenching against itself, wanting some sense of friction with his holding your thighs back.

His hands made quick work of the tight shorts, grabbing them by the elastic on your waist he pulls them down along with your panties leaving you bare from the bottom and sporting only your long sleeve uniform top.

Instantly the man slid his finger down your slit, making your breath hitch as your body reacted to the long awaited touch. Your hips thrusting up at him wanting more, he listened and bites his lip dragging his fingers down towards your clenching hole not getting a touch on your clit.

“Uh—ah,” You moaned as soon as his fingers began teasing your leaking self, your lips parted letting out heavy breaths constantly. Trying your best to keep your eyes on the sight with your elbows holding you up.

Without a warning he plunges into you, two fingers dragging in and out of you with a curve, giving you only sensations of pleasure. You were fucking wet and he couldn’t wait to taste that.

Jimin pulled you up by the back of your thighs to hoist your bottom into his lap, feeling his large erection pressing against your ass as his tongue flattens against you nearly making you scream from simulation or the lack of simulation on your clit now having a full on twist and twirl on it.

He sucked and ate you out like he was starved, his fingers deep inside of your as he curls his fingers at the right spots, allowing your first high to come, “Fuck, come for me baby, I want you to drench me.”

And that you did, as you came down you wanted to feel him, rushing to place your hand over his shoulders as for the first time you two had your lips against eachother. You could still taste yourself against his tongue, but it didn’t matter, it was dirty, hot and wet. Your lips moving against eachother like no tomorrow, Jimin letting out grunts past his lips as you felt his cock twitch against you.

“Fuck me, Jimin,” You mumbled against his lips, he curses with a smirk on his face and pushes you down with his weight. Leaning over you he runs his lips against your neck, nipping and biting at the skin that he could before his hands push your top up over your chest.

He grunts from the sight of your breasts and immediately pulls the bra up over to free them, fucking them with his tongue as his hand played with himself. Pulling at his balls as he wetted himself with your cum.

Jimin hisses as his lips came back up and brushed against the side of your ear, “I can’t let you have me that easily baby, you should know, I fucking love teasing.”

Of course he did, you whined as you smacked him against his biceps knowing that you were hoping for it too much.

He picks up your legs and held them together as he lifted them to place them over his right hip, “We’re going to play a little more.”

He puts one of his knees up on the bench from what you could see as his other leg braces him against the ground, pulling his pants lower down his thighs to show you how nice they were, fuck, they were thick.

He takes a hold of your hands that were holding onto him and pushes them over your head, “Keep ‘em up or I won’t fuck you, alright.”

Dominant Jimin was the best kind of Jimin when he was horny, shit, his eyes were dark and his goal was to make you and himself feel good. You nod gripping onto the end of the bench with your arms up over your head.

Something you’ve never experienced began, he slipped his cock through your thigh brushing it against your lips. You rolled your head back at the strange new sensation of having his cock head slipping back and forth between your thigh and running against your clit so hard.

“Never done this before?” He grunts, thrusting back and forth as you watch his tip leaking precum.

You shook your head, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from the precise clit stimulation, “No-fuck, I feels so good, what the fuck.”

“It’s about to feel much better.”

He takes a moment to pause before turning on his cock ring, and going right at it. The vibrating ring hitting your clit whenever he’d fuck past the hilt, you watched as his cock head appeared and disappeared every time he’d thrust.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you mouth speaking for itself as your stomach clenched and shook from the insane pleasure. Overstimulation at it’s best, you wanted to scream but also didn’t want to get caught. Dropping your head back as you could feel yourself clenching so hard without anything inside, never had you felt like cumming so fucking hard.

Jimin’s breathing chokes up as he nears his high too, with his cock tip pooling with cum he skillfully slips himself inside of you, the rough and fullness making tears pool out of your eyes. Jimin’s pleasure was audible now, not able to hold himself in anymore.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, this ring isn’t making things-easier, fuck.”

Spluttering as he nearly creams himself, he leans over you and begins to kiss down your neck, whispering dirty things to you, “Baby girl, you’re taking me so well, fuck- come on, come real hard for me.”

God, he had his ways with words as your body reacts on it’s own. Clenching hard against his thick cock and with the added vibrating ring you were gone. Jimin didn’t last much longer as he thrusts a last time as he bottoms out inside you letting himself fill you whole.

He awaits your breathing and pulls out, watching the cum leak as he did. He squints turning off the ring as he pulls it through his dick and drops it against the ground. Rubbing his hand up and down your thigh as your collected yourself.

Pulling your bra down as well as your top, you sat up feeling the hot cum still coming out of you. Sitting on Jimin and your own hot cum felt strange, strangely hot.

You grinned, bringing a hand up to place on his cheek as you pulled him in for a kiss, “That was way too good.”

Jimin shyly laughed, rubbing his head.

“Honestly, I think you ruined plain penetration for me.”

He shakes his head, turning to bite your hand playfully, “I could still make you cum harder with just my plain dick and some hard fucking, baby, next time I’d prefer doing this in a bedroom.”

“Same, it’s so damn humid now.”

“Think that’s our fault, the heat and the wet floor.” You both looked down at the mess you both made, you laughed wrapping your arm over his shoulder and peppering his neck with kisses.

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist tightly, “You know, I’m obligated to shoot tonight.”

“Wanna give my audience a fucking lesson?”

c. 2019

[ladyfogg]

Cold is the Night - 1/20

Cold is the Night - 1/20

Fic Summary: You and Pat have known each other for years but this summer, everything will change. As the two of you start to grow close, your matching tempers threaten the foundation of your rocky friendship and prevent both of you from realizing your true feelings. Cold is the Night Masterpost. 

A/N: I was going to wait to post this next week but ended up finishing it early. So, enjoy! Hope you guys like it!

Fic Song:  Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos

Pairing: Pat Murray/Female Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Multiple Chapters

Gif by @joe-mazzello

It was the hottest day of the summer and Pat Murray thought he might melt. Literally, melt.

The D-Backs weren’t even supposed to be on the field but Ty had insisted they needed the practice. No amount of whining or convincing could change his mind, not even from Maz.

Pat stood just outside the dugout in the bright sun, sweat dripping down his face, his uniform stuck to him unpleasantly. 

“Come on, Murray, hurry up and hit something so we can get out of here!”

“Shut the fuck up, Palacco!” Pat snapped. He was the last to practice and had been at the plate for far too many swings. The rage and anxiety had long since taken over, made ten times worse by the heat. He had stepped away for a moment, hoping that would help. But it hadn’t. 

He took a deep breath but the air was so thick it did nothing to help. He stepped back up to the plate, took a few practice swings, raised his bat…and missed again.

“That’s okay, that’s okay,” Ty assured him as Pat let out a string of swears. “Try again.”

“Ty, dude, why can’t the rest of us go?” Zapata asked. “We’ll die of heat if we have to wait for Murray.”

“Fuck you, Zapata!”

“Hey! No one’s going anywhere!” Ty snapped. “We start practice together and we end it together. Now shut it!” He gestured to Dells who looked just as exhausted as Pat felt. 

Dells sighed and wound up another pitch. Pat’s hands were so sweaty, the bat was sliding against his palms. He gripped it as tight as he could, readied his body for the throw…

“Vinnie, what the fuck? You said you’d be done an hour ago!”

At the sound of your voice, Pat swung wide, missing Dells pitch by a long shot. The bat flew out of his sweaty hands and soared through the air, hurtling straight toward you. “FUCK!”

You saw the bat just in time to jump out of the way. “Shit!”

“Ey, Murray, be careful! You almost hit my baby sister!” Vinnie exclaimed dramatically. He pulled you against his gross chest protectively. “You poor baby! Did the mean ginger hurt you?!”

“Vinnie, g'off!” You struggle against your older brother, punching him in the rib to get him to let go. “I’m not even that much younger than you!“ 

Pat was furious with himself and unloaded his rage into a colorful array of swears. “Fucking fuck shit balls, fuck! Fucking idiot!”

“Alright, we’re done,” Maz declared, getting off the bench and swinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“We’re not leaving yet!” Ty exclaimed.

Maz fixated him with a stern look. “Ty, we’re done,” he repeated. “It’s too hot, Murray is losing his shit, and we’re all going to get heatstroke if we don’t get inside soon.”

Ty could never argue with Maz. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he nodded. “Yeah alright. Garvey, Dells, bring it in. Everyone’s dismissed.”

An eruption of cheers interrupted Pat’s continued tirade. Still fuming, he headed for the shade of the dugout, throwing his helmet against the chain-link fence.

“Aww, don’t worry, little buddy! Someday you’ll hit the ball!” Vinnie cooed. 

Pat felt bad enough as it was but to hear Vinnie tease him in front of you made the whole situation unbearable for reasons he couldn’t quite understand.

You elbowed your brother. “Stop being an ass. Come on, let’s go. I’m tired of waiting for you.”

“Ooo, yeah, about that…” Vinnie gave you a sweet smile. “I forgot to text you. I’m going with Ty to meet up with Nellie. Sorrrryyy!”

Pat’s own rage settled as he watched yours build. You rounded on Vinnie, eyes flaring. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I waited for no goddamn reason?!”

“Aww, don’t be upset!” Vinnie reached out to squish your cheeks, something he knew you absolutely hated. “Now give your big bro a biiiig smile!”

Without warning, you pounced on him, knocking him into the dirt. Vinnie tried to fight you off as the two of you wrestled in the dirt, a common occurrence to everyone who knew you. 

Pat gathered his things while the other guys laughed He just wanted to go home and forget about his miserable performance. He slipped away before anyone could notice.

He loved baseball with every fiber of his being and yet he couldn’t hit the ball even if his fucking life depended on it. There was nothing else he’d rather do. He just wished he had half as much talent as some of the other guys.

He didn’t usually drive to the field since his house was so close. But he would have if he had bothered to check the weather before he left. A thought that had suddenly occurred to him as he reached the parking lot.

“Great. Just fucking great." 

He was beyond exhausted and now had to walk home. He didn’t want to text his dad to come and get him, seeing as he was a fucking adult. Which left the one option. In theory, he could ask one of the guys but he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with them, knowing they’d tease him, or worse, try to give him advice. 

Pat was just contemplating if he could make it without passing out when a voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, Pat. Need a ride?”

He turned around to find you standing behind him. Your jean shorts and tank top were caked with dirt and sand, both of which were smeared across your face and in your hair. 

Pat swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the hammering of his heart. “Nah, I’m fine. I’ll walk.”

“The hell you will! It’s hot as balls!” you said, pushing past him. “Come on, my car is right over here.”

A million protests came to mind, only a few having to do with the heat. He could only imagine the comments from the guys if they saw him and you getting into a car together. Vinnie would definitely have a few words.

But with a cloudless sky and temperatures pushing mid-90s, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. “You sure?" 

"Yeah. Since my shitty brother made me come over here, I might as well give someone a lift." 

Pat looked up at the sun and then back to your retreating frame. "Thanks,” he muttered, falling into step with you.

Your car was already running and when Pat climbed in, he was met with a blast of cold air. “Shit that’s nice.”

You laughed as you climbed into the driver’s seat. “Right? Okay. Where to?”

Pat gave you his address and sat back as you pulled out of the parking space. He scanned the direction of the field, praying no one had seen the two of you together. The guys were just cresting the hill, Maz in the lead. They seemed too preoccupied talking to each other to notice him in your car.

As you drove in silence, Pat realized it was the first time the two of you had ever been alone. You had known of each other for a long time, had met on several occasions, but that was the extent of your relationship. He realized he knew very little about you. 

Stealing a glance, he studied your profile, eyes taking in the features he had admired from afar. Maybe not admired, but definitely noticed. You focused on the road, singing along with whatever song was on the radio. He didn’t recognize it.

“Tough practice?” you asked.

Pat scowled and remained silent, his anger at himself flaring back up and forcing him to look away. 

“That bad huh?” You drummed your hands on the steering wheel as you pulled up to a red light. “I forgive you then. You know, for almost killing me with a bat.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” Pat exclaimed. He had completely forgotten about that and now he felt a thousand times worse. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot!”

“Relax, I was teasing,” you said, stepping on the gas. “It was my fault for standing outside the dugout. I’ve been around you assholes long enough to know shit goes flying.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s so goddamn hot, the bat slipped.”

“Isn’t that why you’re supposed to wear gloves?”

“I forgot them.”

“Probably don’t do that next time.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tension filled the tiny space between you two as Pat sat stewing in his own anger. Sometimes it felt like he couldn’t do anything right.

“You’re brooding.”

Pat glared at you. “I’m pissed off. I’m allowed to brood.”

“Well don’t, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Don’t you start with me too. I’ve had a shitty day.”

“Well, let’s talk about it. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”

Pat looked at you in surprise. His angry outbursts were well known to anyone who had seen him play. Most of the time he was told to calm down, not keep going.

“Fucking fuck!” he exclaimed, yanking his hat off and throwing it against the dashboard. “I’m such a fucking loser! God, no matter what I do I can’t ever get a fucking hit! Most of the time I can’t even get close!”

“Hey you got close to hitting me, that’s something!”

Pat glared at you and you gave him the same shit-eating grin your brother was famous for. “It’s not the fucking same. If almost hitting people with bats counted I’d have been drafted years ago.”

You laughed. “In all honesty though, I know you can do it.”

“How? You barely know me.”

“I’ve been to plenty of games over the years, I’ve seen you play more times than I can count. You hit when you’re not psyching yourself up. You just have to stop overthinking it.”

There it was, exactly what he didn’t want to deal with. Unsolicited advice. “Thanks for telling me the same thing I’ve heard over a thousand times before. Really helps.”

“Fuck you, I was just trying to make you feel better.”

“Well, it didn’t work.”

The rest of the drive was done in silence. When you pulled into Pat’s driveway he sighed with relief. All he could do was think about taking a long shower and passing out for a few hours.

“Thanks for the ride,” he muttered, grabbing his bag.

“Yeah, sure.”

As he opened the car door and climbed out, the heat blasted him in the face, making him grimace. The stark change reminded him how lucky he was he didn’t have to walk home. 

She really didn’t have to drive me and then I go snapping at her. Well fucking done, Murray.

Pat paused on his way to the front door before he turned around to go apologize. But you had already driven away. Cursing under his breath, he headed into the house.

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Prompt Idea: Amber is training Pyrrha to be the next fall maiden and keeps finding her together with Jaune.

Sorry, this isn’t really enough for an in depth prompt. Hopefully I made it an entertaining ask though!

“And since the maiden powers trace back hundreds of years, and their existence has been concealed from any written knowledge, the extent of their potential is unknown.” Amber turned away from the whiteboard to face her apprentice, “any ques-“, only to see her looking off into the field outside the classroom windows. “Pyrrha!”

Pyrrha’s head snapped back to look at Amber. “A-ah! Yes?!”

Amber stood with her hands on her hips. “What was I just talking about?”

“The power of the maidens and their unknown potential?”

...

Amber sighed and the skill of her student. “Lucky guess. I saw you staring out the window.”

“N-no I wasn’t!”

“Please. It was obvious.” Amber started walking over to Pyrrha’s seat. “Now what is outside that is so distracting?”

Amber looked outside to see a group of boys outside in the courtyard. “Really Pyrrha?”

“I-I’m sorrrryyy.”

“Well. Which one was it?”

“What?”

“The one you were staring at? I doubt all of those boys peaked your interest.”

Pyrrha looked down with a blush. “The tall blonde. His name is Jaune. We meet a few days ago. We are neighbors and he’s very nice.”

Amber looked back at the boy in question. “Huh. He is quite cute. I see why you would take such an interest in him.” 

“S-so you aren’t angry?” 

Amber looked back to Pyrrha. “About being distracted during my lesson? Yes. Being distracted by a boy? No. These feelings are natural for teenagers. I understand.”

“Oh! Thank you Amber.”

Amber’s expression then turned stern. “But you are a maiden to be. You can’t let males get in the way of that. You are not to let any male distract you from your work.”

“O-of course ma’am.”

“Okay then back to the lesson. Where were we?”

~~~The Next Day~~~

Amber walked into her office to begin her session with Pyrrha. “Good morning Pyrrha, today we-” Amber was cut off by what was waiting for her in the room.

Pyrrha making out with that Jaune boy from yesterday. Her leg up and pressed against Jaune’s hip as he held it there. Their tongues currently in each others mouths. 

“Pyrrha!”

The two teens broke apart. “A-Amber!”

Jaune squeaked out, “Ms. A!”

Amber wasn’t having any of it. “It’s been a day! What did I tell you yesterday!?”

“N-not to be distracted by males? But he’s not distracting me from anything right now!” Pyrrha tried to defend her actions and Jaune, but to no avail.

“I don’t care!” You!” Amber pointed at Jaune, who felt a small cyclone of wind pick him up. “OUT!” The cyclone quickly carried Jaune out of the classroom...via the window.

Pyrrha watched as Jaune was carried out into the air above the courtyard and then dropped to the ground a few feet below. “Jaune!”

“Nah ah ah! We have a class to do Pyrrha.” 

Pyrrha threw one last look outside before conceding. “Yes Amber.”

~~~That Night~~~

Amber walked to the training fields where Pyrrha should have been waiting for a demonstration of her powers. And she was waiting there...and so was Jaune, and they were repeating the same action and position from earlier, except this time horizontally, on the ground, and with Pyrrha on top.

“Damn it Pyrrha!”

This went on for weeks. Amber finding the two in compromising positions and separating them. Finally, she just stopped bothering. Pyrrha was still doing exceptionally well and Jaune did seem to be good for her. Now if only they would stop using her classroom as a make out spot.

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(It took Hajime a while to do so, but once he got his barrings together, slowed his heartbeat down, and calmed his anxiety for the time being, he pulled himself together and headed over to the supermarket.)

Oh. There’s Nagito. He’s talking to a girl.

. . . .

. . . .

I wonder what they’re talking about.. (He made his way over, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. The girl looked easily frightened, so he tried to be extremely cautious with his footsteps.)

U...Um...

Yes?

*hic hic* I-I’m sorrrryyy! I-I’m too nervous to talk! I’m the worst, a-although I came up with ab-bout five hundred topics to talk about i-in my head!

W-wait, please don’t cry!

If you’re too nervous, why not try taking deep breaths?

Huh...? A d-deep breath...?

Yeah, like this. Try to repeat after me, okay? (He breathed in and out slowly. He waited for her to do the same, watching patiently as she messed up numerous times.) It’s okay, take your time.

(When he told her to take her time, she paused, but seemed relieved he was being patient with her. After a bit too many attempts, she was finally able to breath slowly and correctly.)

There you go. You’re doing it! Good job, Mikan!

Hehehehehe.. Th-thank you for he-helping me calm down!

(How sweet of him. At first Hajime suspected Nagito was a bit off due to how chill and relaxed he was about the situation they were all in. And maybe he was off, maybe he’s been through a lot of trauma or something. But, Hajime could tell Nagito was also a genuinely nice guy with good intentions.)

Um.. Y’know...

Huh?

You...You’re the f-first boy to ever b-be nice to me.. Every o-other boy my age or any m-man would draw on me o-or steal my th-things or m-make me t-take my clothes off...

B-but you haven’t done a-any of that! Th-thank you for b-being so nice to s-someone like me!

....

U...Um... Oh no, did I s-say something wrong again?!

Mikan. Listen to me. Don’t let any boy ever take advantage of you or hurt you.

Ever. You’re too much of a sweet girl and you’re too much of an amazing ultimate to let any man disrespect you, in any way.

*gasp*

(Hajime was... sort of dumbfounded at how much of a gentleman Nagito was right now. Yes, he’s just met the guy, but there’s not a lot of guys like that in this world nowadays... Hence, why Hajime wasn’t exactly surprised at Mikan’s experience with other guys, but that didn’t mean it didn’t shock him. What kind of life has she lived??)

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 THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR THE LIKES, REBLOGS & COMMENTS ;A; <3 <3 <3

YOU GUYS ARE TRULY AMAZING!!!! seeing the notifications always brought a smile to my face!! and reading the comments were some the BEST MOMENTS in my life!! i was screeching every time i read a new comment, freakin people out but it was totally worth getting weird stares to see what you guys say

please accept my creepy drawings of myself giving you all hugs ~(;v;)~ and replies 

beware this post is long af. escape now

i would hug each and every one of you individually if youre okay with it ;U;

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at first i was scared to see how aleks would look with bleached hair but now i cant wait to see how itll turn out

all i can say is i want MORE ;v;

(sorry for the poor screenshot. actually set it up with gifs but they didnt load properly :/)

MY DUDE!! there is many, many, many GREAT ARTISTS who draw cow chop!!! and me being the piece of shit, cant remember their names!!! i am so sorrrryyy!!! 8A8 definitely check out the cow chop tag if you havent, along with many awesome blogs who center around cc. Also look at their twitter if you havent followed them yet! they retweet fanart!

if any artists who draw cow chop and made the attempt to go through this huge post (ty btw) would like to mention in the replies, that would be stellar!! i would LOVE to see more cc fanart and cry and wish to be like you

OOOOOOH H GGGOOOSSH!!! THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THE LITTLE DETAILS! i try really, really, really hard, with so much practice, to accurately draw the mustache... lolol. For real though, with all honestly, thank you so much!! the noses and other facial features is so hard to portray for me, really means a lot for commenting about it!!

and man its my art goal to draw them with the best of my ability!

...okay

i dont know if these go together, but when i seen “RACHEL”, i read it as batman sosorry

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pphhheww we’ve come to the end!! for those who stayed through this whole thing, man, you are too awesome. this is so long...

big BIG Thank yous again for all the beautiful comments!!!

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Speak & things will begin to move

I started this blog and then disappeared I’M SORRRRYYY I really wanted to write I had so many ideas I just didn’t have time between getting my life together and chasing a bag life gets really overwhelming okkuuuuuurrr. On one hand I struggle with not wanting to put anything out unless it is thought out, planned and well written (it might be worth mentioning that I’m a control freak who meticulously plans every aspect of my life) but today I decided to just wing it. 

Theres something I very briefly want to shed light on and it relates a lot to self. So, self-worth, self-reflection and growth and all ways to elevate and genuinely be the best version of yourself. I remember always hearing that 'the power of life and death lies in your tongue' and though I completely understood what it meant it wasn't until I gained spiritual maturity when I started to actually apply to my life. 

With my friends, we’re always insulting each other for banter and giggles and it came to a point where when something unfortunate would happen the response would be “that’s a joke” or “you’re a joke” or “I’m a joke of a human being” or “my life’s a joke” and it’d always been harmless and meant to bring comic relief to situations that weren’t at all funny. Until it became a thing to say out of habit. I only later really deeped that the amount of times you speak something over yourself and over your life it will really come to fruition!!!!! stop speaking negatively over yourself and your friends!!! now, I used my life’s a joke as an example but it’s also applicable in simple things like “I’m so stupid,” or ways in which we self deprecate and don’t even realize that we’re doing it. Think about it like forreal forreal though for a second... when you’re really going through it and before it’s over the words coming out of your mouth are already claiming your defeat over the situation. Where they do that at????? 

 Once you and God are on the same page, you open your mouth to speak and things begin to move. Be mindful of what words leave your lips and what you speak over yourself and over those around you. 

 And lastly, I don’t know I just thought of this and thought I should add it... Change the way that you look at things and you’ll start to appreciate them more. I know it’s a lot easier said than done to tell someone to stop worrying when you don’t know what it is they’re battling or facing - but here’s a gem: change your perspective. If you’ve worked for it and if you’ve prayed for it and you know it’s according to His ways; quit worrying and start praising and thanking Him as if He’s already done it. Plus, if you haven’t worked for it and prayed for it praise Him with a grateful heart STILL because there’s nothing that’s yours that He’ll keep from you honestly and truly.   

 Once you change your mind and are determined to stop worrying and stressing about it, you better start to praise Him because He’s already done it everything is lined up and He’s making a way as he always does. As soon as you tap into your power of speaking things into existence and standing firm and knowing that even if you might have to wait things are moving on your behalf and you have to have to have to start thanking Him your life will change.