#queuing this for oct 4 MY time. hi baby

[faderiftss]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAINT LOUIS

Louis de Pointe du Lac, b. October 4th, 1877

[meltwonu]

|     THIEF | ┴SIƎH     |     [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; heist-au!seokmin x [fem]reader 

this chapter’s notes; heist!au, dom!seokmin, drügs/weed, high fucking, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, oral(fem receiving), squirting, overstimulation, pussy slapping, forced orgasms, mention of weapons and a special guest! 😈 I forgot that I didn’t post a chapter for Oct either lol... There’s been so many random breaks this year but y’know what, it’s all okay😭💕 I’m trying to let go of the idea that I’m disappointing when I have to take breaks!! But anyway, yes, back to the regularly scheduled posts! Which means, yes, neon dream will go up next Friday! My schedule for dec will be the same as well, but I might do something special for Christmas 😗 hehe 💕 For now, enjoy ch 7 since I know a lot of you were waiting! 💕 I’ll see y’all either tomorrow or Sunday for inbox msgs! 💕 Have a good day! 

As a refresher:

🐰 team: leader; Jeonghan | members; Chan, Joshua, Seungkwan

🐱 team: leader; Wonwoo | members; Soonyoung, Jun, Jihoon, Minghao

🐶 team: leader; Mingyu | members; Seungcheol, Vernon, Seokmin

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

*queued post.

It’s a much calmer night when you head towards the pick up point; hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket as you make your way towards the secluded warehouse where Jeonghan had said the client would be dropping off the shipment of goods.

‘It should be an easy task,’ he’d said, ‘You don’t need to bring any weapons for this one and you surely don’t need backup.’

So you’d gone unarmed and alone - casually strolling into the abandoned warehouse with the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

“Oh, nice, company.”

The voice echoes in the large building; the smell of weed overtaking your senses as your eyes dart around in the darkness.

“I figured I’d have some. The lot of you seem to like bothering me whenever you can.” You retort.

The voice chuckles and you can hear footsteps from the second floor; biting the inside of your cheek wondering if you, now, needed a gun.

“You look concerned, baby. What’s wrong? Scared I already took your shit?”

“Even if you did, you’d be in more shit with Jeonghan than me anyway.”

“Aww, you gonna tattle on me?” He responds mockingly.

A figure steps into your peripheral view - the wide grin on his face making you roll your eyes at the blunt sitting between his lips.

“That you seemed to have helped yourself to the shipment? Yes. Maybe Jeonghan will kick your ass and teach you a lesson.”

Seokmin runs a hand through his hair, laughing as he goes.

“Me? More like you.”

He takes a seat on one of the empty pallets, legs spread wide as you gulp and already begin to imagine yourself between them.

No, stop that, you tell yourself, why are you thinking about that already?

“Won’t Mingyu be mad?” Muttering, you start to step closer to the pallets with the shipments on them - inspecting where Seokmin had cut through the plastic of one to take a little for himself.

“Nah, he’s not as strict as your precious Jeonghan is. Except… Maybe when it comes to you. He’s a bit of a sucker for watching you squirm.”

He grins and takes a drag of his blunt, moaning before he palms himself through his jeans.

“Mm, fuck, I don’t know what it is about getting high but it makes me wanna fuck so bad… Last time I had you underneath me, you squirted so much and almost passed out... I think about that all the time, baby~” He groans; hazy eyes already on you as a wave of arousal pours down your own body.

You weren’t any better than him, after all.

“Say, why don’t we smoke a little and then I’ll do you a favour and personally tell Jeonghan myself I fucked it up for you, huh? Promise.”

He smirks teasingly; watching the way you already start to step away from the pallets and start making your way to him instead.

“Oh? Was that all it took? You’re just a scared ‘lil cockslut, huh? Don’t want Jeonghan to punish you? He’ll have to keep you in his dungeon for a while to keep you from fucking all of your rivals, huh?”

You choose to not respond - mental images of Seokmin and Jeonghan taking turns with you instead filling up your headspace.

“Shut up and pass me the blunt.”

You blame it on the second hand high he gives you.

“Mmnh… Fuck…”

The way he’d blown the smoke into your face and the way he and you had finished off a blunt before he rolled you a new one.

“You’re so calm, baby. Weed got you feelin’ good?” He quips; unfocused eyes peering up into your own from between your trembling thighs.

“S--shut up…”  Mumbling, you throw your head back against the wooden pallet you were laying down on top of; eyes staring up at the faraway ceiling as Seokmin scoffs and leans in closer to your soaked folds.

“If you’re gonna have an attitude, I won’t eat you out, slut. Better watch yourself, I could leave you here right now, needy and wet.” Seokmin licks his lips before leaning in, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he languidly drags it through your soaking folds.

“H--Holy shit…” You resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair, fearing the act would make him stop his movements. So instead, you grip onto the pallet for dear life - squeezing the wooden panels as he starts to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck, t--that feels so, a-ah, good… God, I’m s-so wet…” Your hips move in tandem with his tongue as you try to ride out the feeling and Seokmin lets you as he only adds pressure to his touches.

“I, mmnh, f-feel all w-warm and--and fuzzy…”

Your head lolls to the side just as Seokmin moves from teasing your clit to dipping his tongue into your soaking hole - high pitched whines on your lips when you start to crave being filled all the way to the brim with cock instead.

“I--” The shrill noise of your phone’s ringtone going off shocks a little bit more consciousness into you as you gasp; eyes darting around to find the device as Seokmin pulls away slightly.

His lips are covered in your wetness and all he can do is laugh lightly under his breath as he slowly starts to stand to unzip his pants.

“Why don’t you answer that, hmm? We both know who it is. And I can apologize a little earlier~ Maybe explain our situation.”

You reach for the device sitting on the corner of the pallet; shaky hands hesitating to answer for a second before you bite the bullet and hit ‘Accept’.

“H--Hello? Sir?”

‘Where are you, bun? You should’ve been back already.’

You’re too focused on Jeonghan’s calm voice to focus on Seokmin who positions his cock right at your soaked entrance - thrusting in and bottoming out in one fluid motion as you bite down on your bottom lip to hold in the guttural moan threatening to spill.

‘Bun? I expect an answer when I’m talking to you.’

“I--I’m sorry, sir, I just--I--”

‘Who is it this time, hmm? Who’s fucking you while you’re on the phone with me.’

“Mmnh, S--Seokmin! Seokmin!” You cry out in return; pleasured tears streaming down the sides of your face as he starts a rough pace from the beginning - wasting no time to get you and himself off as he growls.

‘Put me on speakerphone.’

You do as you’re told, tossing the phone off to the side as your hands find purchase on the panels underneath you again when your body starts to jerk against the uncomfortable wood.

‘I see my ‘lil bun’s gotten herself into a bit of a situation, huh?’

Seokmin thrusts into you particularly hard; the head of his cock snug against your g-spot as garbled moans fall freely from your lips.

“Isn’t she always? But hey, you can put the blame on me. I took some of the weed from the shipment. You can send an invoice to Mingyu ‘r somethin’ when you get to it.” Seokmin responds nonchalantly. “I’ll pay the price for getting to fuck her slutty ‘lil hole.”

Jeonghan laughs over the phone, the sound making goosebumps rise on your skin.

‘Trust me, I’ve already got Mingyu on speed dial,’ Jeonghan lets out a sigh, ‘And let’s just say I figured this is where my slutty ‘lil bun ended up when she wasn’t on time. It’s, unfortunately, what she’s best at, as you can imagine.’

Seokmin grins down at your pleasured face; licking his lips when your walls clamp down harder onto his cock.

“Should I punish her then? We can be a team for just a second.”

You can hear Jeonghan humming on the other end as you whine softly. 

“S--sir... I--a-ah!”

Seokmin brings two wet fingers down onto your clit - slapping the nub harshly as your body arches off of the pallet.

“Although, I don’t know how rough she likes it, exactly. I assume she’s much more pliable with you?” 

‘You’d be surprised at how much she can take, Seokmin.’ Jeonghan deadpans, ‘This is nothing compared to what I’d be doing to her.’

“Aww, hear that, slut? Guess I should do more, huh?”

He slaps your clit in rapid succession - ultimately forcing an orgasm out of you as your cries and whines float through the phone that Jeonghan had pressed up to his own ear.

“Oho~ Fuck, she’s getting so tight around me while she cums~” 

‘Don’t let her rest. it’s her punishment.’

Seokmin continues to work you through your orgasm as you cry out his name and he doesn’t let up at all even when your thighs start to tremble from the overstimulation.

“I wanna see her squirt for me. I want her to get my cock nice ‘n wet when I fill her cunt up with my cum. Then you can have her back.”

‘You hear that, bun? I’ll have to punish you when you get back anyway. You know I don’t like it when you come back with cum inside that insatiable ‘lil cunt of yours.’

“I, hic, J--Jeonghan...” Seokmin slaps and pinches your clit as he pounds your cunt; the overstimulation making you whimper as the pain starts to bleed into pleasure. “H-he’s fuh--fucking me so, hic, g-good... So b-big, ngh and--and r-rough... ”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you start to feel Seokmin’s cock throbbing inside your pussy - the thought of him cumming inside of you while Jeonghan was on the phone making your toes curl as another orgasm rapidly built up inside of your body.

‘Give him what he wants and finish up, bun. I expect you back as soon as you’re done.’

With that, Jeonghan hangs up and Seokmin growls as he doubles his pace; simultaneously spreading your legs as far as they go and pushing them up towards your chest as he uses your pussy to his liking.

“I’m gonna fuck my cum so deep inside this filthy ‘lil cunt that Jeonghan’s gonna have to punish you for days just to get it all out.” 

“Mmnh, t-then, hic, d-do it...”

The loud sounds of skin slapping make you lick your lips; mind foggy as you start to feel your body locking up again from the orgasm already starting to wash over you.

“Squirt for me, you ‘lil cockwhore. Give me what I want.” 

Seokmin’s gravelly voice has you crying out as you feel yourself tip over the edge - ears ringing and body buzzing as he follows suit and cums with you.

His cock is forced out of your pussy with the intensity of your orgasm, but he slides back in just as easily as he unloads the rest of his cum inside of your slicked walls.

“Fuck, you’re really soaking me, baby~ Forced my cock right out of that cunt of yours and made a mess too, tsk. Be a good girl and make sure that no more of my cum spills out of that slutty ‘lil hole, huh?”

Garbled cries of his name and apologies roll off of your tongue as your body arches off of the pallet and you feel yourself momentarily black out from the oversensitivity and tiredness that hits you all at once. 

“Ngh... Seokmin...” You slur out; drool dripping from the side of your lips as he only slows down just enough to let you catch your breath.

He starts to speak but all of his words are muffled to your ringing ears; ultimately even drowning out the sound of Jeonghan’s motorcycle when he’d become too impatient for you to make it back yourself.

“Oh, baby~ Looks like we’ll have to take your punishment right now~ Captain’s orders~”

[philsadelphia]

Commentary: A new era of Phillies baseball has arrived

J.P. Crawford / Photo by: Lauren McLaughlin

“Go ahead down there. You can watch the Phillies walk off the field.”

The security guard at Citi Field was being funny, a little nudge into the gut of this longtime Phils fan, though let’s be honest, a Mets fan can say anything and it’ll bounce right off me like a pinball. So I walked down the stairs in Section 120 on Monday and found a seat to watch the top of the ninth inning of an inevitable loss.

Things unraveled typically. Cameron Rupp hit a ball relatively far, but with pigeons flapping away from certain death, Juan Lagares settled in to catch yet another meaningless fly ball. Then Andres Blanco singled and, with two outs, put himself in scoring position thanks to defensive indifference. Then Freddy Galvis stepped up. And as he settled in, I checked the on-deck circle; lo and behold, Odubel Herrera appeared and took warmup swings. I became giddy, my hope paying off as Galvis singled into left field to keep the inning alive.

Herrera immediately made the afternoon worth the money. He took pitches, crawled in and out of the box, fouled off more pitches, did it all his way. Mets fans, eager to finish this 11-6 game, stood and clapped. Some yelled “Get in the box!” to Herrera. He heard nothing. He fouled off another pitch, walked out of the box, took some swings, checked the stove, walked the dog, then finally returned to the box and waited on a Hansel Robles pitch. Finally, he squared up and lined a laser into right field. A two-out, ninth inning single in an innocuous 11-7 game never felt so awesome.

That brought up Rhys Hoskins, who delayed the game further by making Mets manager Terry Collins bring in pitcher AJ Ramos, and by working yet another full count. Mets fans continued to stand and clap and get pretty tired of waiting; and on that last pitch, Hoskins crushed one, but it just wasn’t enough.

I walked out of Flushing with a broad smile. This was the Phillies team I’ve been waiting to see – players who exhibit patience at the dish, not giving in to a pitcher’s slop and, instead, locking in on their pitch and striking it on a line. I’ve been waiting to feel the energy of a young, exciting squad, and sitting in Section 120, even for a half-inning in one of the most throwaway games of the season, I felt the energy run through my blood. I felt like a child again while watching Herrera saunter at the batter’s box, and I found myself rooting hard for Hoskins in a way I haven’t done since Ryan Howard’s best days.

And when I returned home and queued up Twitter, the news pierced me like Cupid’s arrow: JP Crawford is joining the party.

The new era has arrived.

***

I still remember the seething frustration I felt on Oct. 2, 2011. The St. Louis Cardinals chipped away at Cliff Lee’s 4-0 lead and led the Phillies by the seventh inning. Standing in Ashburn Alley, I felt the wave of complacency crest and wash over Citizens Bank Park. We fans stopped cheering. We stopped fighting. And days later, in the most poetic of ways, the great dynasty collapsed with a Chris Carpenter lullaby and the destruction of Ryan Howard, our own literal and figurative albatross.

That was it. We had no encores, no surprising reprises of the past, no youth to star in the sequel. Domonic Brown dropped like a coddled egg. The Baby Aces were distant photographs faded from the sun. And most anyone else with a pulse is now bleeding and thumping for someone else, whether it’s Domingo Santana solidifying the middle of the Brewers lineup, or JA Happ turning into a top-of-the-rotation stalwart in Toronto. Instead we found a couple tickets that turned into decent placeholders, like the super-gloved Freddy Galvis and the broken-clock-is-right-twice swing of Cameron Rupp, while our team crashed and sunk like a bad summer blockbuster.

If Howard’s fall was the end of the great dynasty, then the ninth inning on Monday felt like the end of the last five seasons. Rupp blasting a ball 400 feet into some flailing pigeons. Galvis keeping it alive just enough to tease us, because we’re so gullible to believe this guy could be a star; but come on, the last six years has been the Freddy Galvis Era, and the Phillies are 413-534. If we truly believed that ridding ourselves of Bobby Abreu in 2006 would signal a new era, then guys, it’s time.

It really is time.

***

Crawford will play out the string in 2017 while dancing around the infield. Manager Pete Mackanin will slot him in however it makes sense, trying to keep a balance with the veterans who deserve to play as well. All of that is well and good. He can play shortstop, third base, center field, catcher. Hell, he can pitch, long as he’s in there, taking snaps, digging his cleats in the dirt and stepping up at the plate three to four times each night. And with him will be Hoskins, the Goliath who can’t help but see six pitches and find his chance to swat something with an arc. There’s Jorge Alfaro, the bouncy backstop with a superb stick who runs like a souped-up Pontiac Aztek and is still learning how to block sliders. There’s “Big Knock” Nick Williams, the Yacht Rock smooth outfielder with the golden grin and extra-base hit power for days. There’s Herrera, the guy you may love to hate to love, but man, isn’t is awesome to watch him when he’s in the groove? You see the pieces coming together. Soon Scott Kingery may join them. Maybe a pitcher or two will work out and help Aaron Nola. Add a couple more things, and you have something entirely new, entirely fresh, entirely not the Freddy Galvis Era.

This is the beginning. Whether we visit Citizens Bank Park before the clouds of Lurie once again blanket South Philadelphia, or we stay tuned and watch from afar, we’re witnessing a new era in Philadelphia. Take a cue from my Monday afternoon finish at Citi Field: smile. Watch this thing unfold and smile. We may still lose a bit. We may still be the butt of jokes from Mets fans who really just want to win something one of these days. Let it go. Just watch this thing unfold and smile.

from Phillies Nation http://www.philliesnation.com/2017/09/commentary-a-new-era-of-phillies-baseball-has-arrived/ from Phil's Blog http://philrobertson023.blogspot.com/2017/09/commentary-new-era-of-phillies-baseball.html