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[sceletaflores]

college!pervy!patrick stealing your underwear 18+

it's pure fucking luck when it happens.

art wouldn't stop complaining about having to take his dirty laundry to the communal room on his dorm floor that housed all the washers and dryers. patrick doesn't know why the fuck he offered to take it up for him in the first place, to shut art up? to make him happy?

who gives a shit anyways cause while he's taking arts stupidly full hamper to the laundry room and following the half-assed directions given to him, he bumps right into someone as soon as he steps foot through the already open door. when he cranes his head around the edge of art's hamper he nearly jumps with fucking joy at what, or more-so who, greets him.

he knew who you were already. art wouldn't stop blowing up his phone with texts about "the hot new chick with an out of this world backhand and a killer fucking rack!". so as soon as he got off the bus in cali and stepped foot in art's cushy dorm room he obviously demanded he take him to one of your matches, and holy fucking shit.

you absolutely obliterate the poor girl on the opposite side of the net. running her up and down the court like a chicken with its head cut off while you stay calm and collected.

he could come just watching your perfect form as you hammer another excellent serve at your opponent, but something has to be said for the fucking outfit you're wearing. the tight tank of your dress does show off your, now proven, killer fucking rack but goddamn that skirt should be illegal. even the flowy pleated fabric can't hide the thick curve of your ass underneath, bouncing as you take off to chase after the ball.

he's white knuckling the edges of his seat the entire match, using every ounce of willpower in his body to not pop a boner in the middle of the fucking stands and even more willpower to not look over at the smug fucking grin plastered on art's face as he watches him. safe to say, you've been on his mind ever since.

now, you stand in front of him holding your own hamper with an apologetic smile on your face.

"shit, i'm so sorry. i didn't even see you." you say, way too chipper for 9 a.m on a sunday.

patrick is the epitome of a cocky, arrogant asshole. he has girls in nearly every state practically begging to choke on his dick without him so much as raising a finger in their direction. he's beyond smooth. he has every sleazy line known to man on the tip of his tongue at all times, yet when he goes to speak he can't manage anything besides a weak mutter of, "s'alright." he mentally punches himself in the balls for letting your bambi eyes and dick sucking lips get the better of him.

you give him a nod and one last friendly smile before stepping around him and making your way down the hallway. patrick watches in damn near agony as you go, ponytail swinging behind you in time with the sway of your hips.

patrick lets out an all suffering groan, dropping his head to his chest in defeat. "fucking dumbass.' he admonishes himself quietly, letting himself wallow in misery before making to take a step forward when suddenly he spots something out of the corner of his eye.

it takes him a few seconds to register just what he's staring at, but when it clicks he nearly has a fucking heart attack. there on the floor lays a pair of lacy white panties, your lacy white panties. it takes him all of a millisecond to drop art's hamper on the floor carelessly and practically dive to snatch them up. as soon as his fingers touch the fabric he can feel himself chubbing up in his sweats. he runs his fingertips over the hem, feeling the familiar rough texture that was snug against your body so recently makes sparks go off near the base of his spine.

when patrick hears lively conversation and footsteps heading his way he shoves the panties in his pocket and snatches art's hamper off the floor to start haphazardly shoving his clothes in the washer.

when he finally re-enters art's dorm room he's met with his best friends face staring at him suspiciously. "what the fuck took you so long?" art questions, brow raised as he watches patrick stumble over to his bed and plop down a little too roughly. patrick's reply is simple.

��got lost."

it's only later, when he's back on the train heading for his latest stop and digging into his pocket in search of his lighter that he feels it. the lacy fabric of your panties still stuffed deep into his pocket. his breath hitches in his throat and before he knows what he's doing he's up like a shot and speed walking to the back of the cart.

he's in the bathroom a mere five seconds before he's ripping his fly down and furiously stroking his hard as steel cock in a cramped train bathroom he can barely stand up fully in. it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before he's busting in the fucking sink with your dainty white panties balled up in his fist and held against his nose as he inhales so heavily he might fucking pass out.

patrick has already found, and requested you, on facebook by the time he makes it back to his seat.

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big shout outs to @yuenity @callsign-artemis @ebodebo (who each put up with me ranting about this so wonderfully love you guys mwah)

[shaunashipman]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH 2.02 "Red Flags"

[optimisticlucio]

jvp what the fuck is this

Like, I am not commenting on the anti-zionist seder in principle, it's just that

not a single one of those words are written correctly. They're written down in the hagadah. They just had to open a single hagadah to see that all of those are written wrong. These are all written backwards, which is what often happens when you put right-to-left text in a program that can't handle it and flips it over, like photoshop.

Most programs can handle right-to-left text nowadays, so I have no clue how they got this wrong.

was there a single actual jew involved in the writing of this? JVP is notoriously mostly made up of non-jews but like, seriously? Propping open a hagadah to double check? No?

also why does that one circle just say "spoon". do I eat the spoon

EDIT - turns out the spoon is something regarding jews with disabilities (spoon theory and such). I assume this is american because I never heard of it, but good to know.

[piowasthere]

in regards of today's ep as well as my last post,

also this

sorry i had to

[staying-elive]

[seypia]

scared to live, scared to die

[teddybeartoji]

in order to help me fall asleep and to stop tossing and turning toji really does just have to lay right on top of me and it works like a fucking charmmmmm okay it feels so good and tbh i think he likes to sleep like that too bc he gets to bury his face into the crook of my neck yk?

[embers-of-the-league]

Every day I wake up and cry about how much we were robbed with the anime adaptation of the MVA arc

[srslylini]

Jayce: An adapting Hexcore?

Viktor:

Jayce: VIKTOR THE ADAPTING HEXCORE??

[barksbog]

does anyone else have the issue where your soft grip scissors get really gross and sticky so you have to wrap them up

[travisdermotts]

NERD

[bloodofgrapes]

world's going to hell in a hand basket but at least I have gatorwine

[maximura]

[anxious-shifter]

nothing will ever amount to the insane feeling of jealousy a shifter feels whenever they see their s/o on screen with their love interest