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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Time spent with Todoroki.

Warnings: This is a Pro Hero aged up AU, think late twenties. Adult themes such as sex are to follow. Please enjoy

Shoto was by far your favorite sugar daddy. He showered you in lavish gifts and gave you the pipe often. He checked your bank account and made sure it never fell below a certain amount and paraded you around town like the Princess you were. But most importantly he was stoic. Doing nothing more than wiping you up with a warm rag once the two of you were finished, never clinging to you with desperate hands like many other sugar daddies had. Hoping their money would make you giddy and buy your love. Maybe it would have, had you not already run out of love for people. Your heart broken one too many times by a long term relationship causing you to vow that money was your only love.

People were just too disappointing.

Your contracts with Shoto were medium in length, anywhere between three to five months mostly because he likes to keep his "options open." Which filled you with pure lust for him, knowing you could get away with your kinks without worrying over some man falling for you.

Still, it was difficult for the Pro hero not to fall for you, at first he had no interest in love. Having sworn it off mostly for fear of failure thanks to his dysfunctional family. It was the main reason he started looking into sugar baby websites, he saw your profile picture and your bolded No strings attached. He liked the idea of that, loved it really and yet, he became tangled in you after the renewal of your second contract. He tried to suppress the warm feeling in his chest, he found it difficult more times than not.

Especially now, with you on your knees with his guicci jacket spread out on the tile of the bathroom floor as your lipstick clad lips wrap around his cock. Your cheeks hollowed and your eyes looking up at him with enchanting lust. He fists your hair shoving you further on his cock. Your eyes water as you gag softly and Todoroki is just thankful your makeup is waterproof.

The sight and the sounds make him groan while your manicured nails dig into his bare thigh. You rub your thighs for friction, moaning around his cock, it's enough to send Shoto over the edge. Hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat as his grip on your styled hair tightens.

"Fuck Princess…." He moans bucking into your mouth, sharp eyes look down at you. Seeing a powerful man come undone for you is enough to keep you content for now.

"Sir will take care of you after the gala okay?" His cheeks are still a little red as he runs his hand over your hair. Lifting you off the floor before fixing himself. He gives you a light spin, making sure nothing scuffed your gorgeous designer dress before he exits the stall. Pushing back his long hair while you retouch your lipstick with a knowing smirk.

The two of you waltz back to the party, sans his jacket, abandoning the designer garment without a second thought. The price of it was barely a drop in his bucket. It could have been half of his bucket for all he cared, his mind always swimming with thoughts of you. He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you back to the table, dinner half forgotten once your hand wandered towards his crotch for a tease.

"F...find the bar okay?' Izuku asks as you take your seat, your sly hand going for your wine. Uraraka blushes when you give her a wink.

"Just fine." Shoto says sipping his whisky.

"So who's won awards so far?" You ask with gleaming eyes, Izuku smiles.

"Kaachan for most villains caught. Kirishima for the safest feeling hero, myself for rescue ratio." He holds up his small little trophy, "And you, Shouto, for most mysterious."

"What about the rankings? Did we miss that?"

"No they are about to announce it!" Uraraka exclaims, eyes glittering with excitement and wine. Her chestnut eyes slide over to her emerald eye date, hoping for the best for him.

The announcer steps to the stage, his sapphire blue suit catching everyone's eye as he takes the center.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a night filled with congratulations and cheer but now is the moment you've been waiting for, tonight we will reveal the top three heroes. Voted in by a strenuous board appointed by the fans, we finally present the BIG THREE!"

Some tables erupt in cheers while the host takes his dramatic pause, when the sound dies down the host brandishes the golden envelope.

As he announces your hand wanders again, playing with your favorite toy, Shouto's face gives way nothing as the host drags out the awards. Explaining how long the winner's speeches should be. Soon Shouto cannot ignore your hands creeping on his clothed cock that throbs beneath your fingers. He knows he can't wait through what's bound to be a half an hour. He rises excusing himself dragging you with him before you're being cornered against a wall in some random closet.

"So impatient, princess." He bites out, kissing your throat, sliding down to your exposed collar bone while his hand ventures between your thighs. Calloused pads circling your puffy clit as you let out a loud moan that's swallowed by the cheering of the gala room. Impatient himself he undoes his pants, stroking himself with his free hand while you cum on his fingers.

After the coil in your stomach snaps for a third time he's satisfied, kissing you as he aligns the tip of his dick to your quivering entrance.

"Fuck, Shouto. Fuck me please, sir!" You beg, making his head spin, alcohol mingling in the small dark space.

"Be patient kitten. Sir will fuck you right baby." He grunts, sheathing himself into your soaking core. You cry out, clawing at his back through his shirt. The smell of biting cold hair mingling with the hearty smoke of a bonfire engulfs you as you press your face into his chest. He lifts both of your legs, strong hands grabbing onto thick thighs as he fucks into you with a deadly pace. Slapping skin and lewd wet sounds echo back to the two of you, encouraging his pistoning hips.

"Listen to those sounds Princess, your pussy sounds so pretty." He bites at your ear as you endlessly moan and whimper into his chest. Cunt clenching as he drives over your spongy spot, the head of his cock going deeper with each thrust. Soon it all becomes too much, your vision spots panting as you cry out in ecstasy, body ridged and arching to meet him.

"Cumming on my cock already?" He coos, fucking you through your next orgasim as your legs shake around him. Toes pointed in your red bottoms as you attempt to hold onto him for dear life.

"S..sir! You cry out, "I'm gonna...nnngghhh."

He ruts into you, pressing you further into the wall as he frees up one hand to play with your throbbing clit. Rubbing harsh circles as he loses focus on his precise thrusts that turn sloppy. His eyes too focused on you as you cum, milking his cock. Your eyes flutter, desperately attempting to hold eye contact as one hand palms your breast and the other scratches at the skin at the nape of his neck. Your tongue lulls out just a bit as your mouth makes a sinful O shape, a few tears of over stimulation fall down your cheeks as he continues to fuck into your wet cunt. The sight makes him explode into you, warm spurts of cum causing you to whimper and clench in delight as he ruts until he is done. He sets his sweaty forehead against yours, panting as words claw up his throat.

"I love..." He whispers, catching himself just in time, "Your tight cunt."

He kisses you, hoping you don't think anything more of it.

After a few minutes, and Shouto's cock softens, he withdraws. Wiping you up with a wipe from your purse as the two of you check the other for fluids. A drunken cat smile plastered on your lips as you reapply your lipstick, wiping away the stains on his dark grey shirt and collar.

The two of you step into the hall just in time as the doors start to open. Quickly and calmly you grab for your pack of cigarettes, your normal alabi, placing the stick in your mouth. Shouto, much like a gentleman, lights it as you inhale to keep the tip a burning ember. Gently blowing the smoke over his clothes, careful to avoid his face as you waft the burning stick around yourself as if it were an incense. Knowing good and well the smell of smoke always hides the salty smell of sex. Quickly you extinguish it on an ice cube that Todoroki provides, you toss the cube in the closet and the half of a smoke into your burkin slamming it shut just as a small group of sidekicks approach.

"Shouto! Wow! I can't believe it was a three way tie this year! Congrats to you, Deku and Dynamight!" They drunkenly cheer, "It's crazy how that happened."

"You're so secretive, your manager accepted the award on your behalf even though you were here tonight!"

A stream of people dot on your date as you cling to his muscular arm while you harbor a secret of your own. Cum dribbles between your thighs as you think of his sweaty head against yours. It feels good to be a Pro hero sugar baby.

"You staying the night again?" Shouto asks as he presses a cold water bottle to your palm, your body covered in a sheen of post sex sweat from a week's worth of fun. You give him a small smile as you sit up, tits bouncing as you readjust entirely. You can feel his icy hot gaze as it rakes over your body, feeling the goose flesh prick along your skin as it does with the threat of an oncoming summer storm.

"I wanna discuss the renewal of our contract. Plus we have a final date per the expiring one." He says as he rises, heading towards the luxurious ensuite to start a shower for you both.

"Hmmm guess I could. How much longer do we have left?" You never really paid attention to this things, always being satisfied with whatever Shouto gave you.

"Two weeks." He returns back from the bathroom, grabbing his wallet from his bedside table. Pulling out his onyx black card, he places it in your hand. His eyes holding yours, you give a devilish grin.

"Sir has a lot of paperwork for the agency to do today. Buy a dress I want to fuck you in and anything else you want to match okay baby girl?" He leans down to give your forehead a kiss while you giggle. Unable to hide the giddy that bubbles beneath your skin, you wrap your arms around him.

"Thank you sir!" You exclaim, pepper his cheeks with kisses as you pull back, "Do I get to pick the date again?"

"Mmhmm." He encourages, running his hand up your bare bare as you squeal with delight. You rush to the bathroom before he slowly follows behind. While under the hot stream the two of you make out for far too long, tongues fighting as the two of you exchange laughs before you add a playful statement that stays with the two toned hair man as he sits in his boring home office.

"I'm going to get a dress so classy and sinful you'll fuck me on the spot!"

His eyes wander to the photo on his desk, the one of your first date. The one you insisted the two of you take after a month of late booty calls since he paid for the "girlfriend" package. The two of you are bundled in warm coats, you cling to his firey side as you laugh and he just barely smirks.

Looking back he thinks this is when he started to fall for you. You had never been ice skating before and insisted on going while the two of you were in NYC for important PR interviews for the cold and mysterious hero. Because that's what people did in the movies while in NYC, put on their skates at the Rockefeller rink to glide along the ice beneath the sparkling lights of the giant Christmas tree. It was busy, he opted for no skates, as he did better without but he helped you lace yours. Being ginger for the first time in his life as he helped you onto the ice, after demanding a moment of independence you had fallen straight onto your ass. Giving Shouto second hand embarrassment but instead of yelling, crying out or giving up, you laughed. Genuinely laughed as you reached for his steady hand, captivating the whole rink for a moment. It felt like magic had washed over the ice, as snow slowly danced into your hair and the colorful lights danced across your eyes. Just like that the spell was broken with a flash of light. A stranger approached to give you a small tip on how to skate and the polaroid he had taken. You thanked them with a smile placing the photo into your coat pocket leaning into Shoto to share a secret.

"Now we have our first 'date' immortalized!" You had giggled, gliding across the ice as if you were ethereal, hands outstretched for Shoto to join you.

He wonders how you're doing at the shops. He occasionally gets a text or two from you. Sexy pictures of you in the changing room as you obviously buy lingerie as well.

He fists his cock enough times he gets no work done and by the time he convinces himself enough is enough you come home.

Wearing that damned devilish smirk.

And so another week passes in the four walls of his bedroom. Your bank account as stuffed as your pussy as you bounce on his heating and cooling cock.

"Fuck, baby fuck." Is all Todoroki can say as you chase your own high. His blunt nails clawing at your thighs as your tits bounce. Your mouth opens into that gorgeous O as you seek out that delicious friction on your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps as your humping becomes erratic and sloppy but still enough for your tight cunt to spasm wonderfully over Todoroki. So nice is the sight, sound and smell of you that Todoroki pumps his hips up into you twice before he paints your velvety walls, his eyes focused on you.

"Fuck." He presses his sweaty head into the silk of his pillow case. Two toned hair clinging to his forehead. You lean over and kiss his cheek.

"Thanks for the ride Pro hero." You wink before you dismount. Stretching towards the sky once your feet hit the warmed hardwoods, you begin to make your way towards the bathroom. Phone in hand.

"I wanted to talk about extending your contract." Todoroki says, staring after you, "At dinner tonight."

"It expired tonight right?" You say, looking over your shoulder while your phone lights up with an alert, "No need for dinner."

"What do you mean?" He calls to you as you start the shower.

"I mean, I think we should let the contract expire. Keep things fresh you know? Keep our options open?"

He jumps to his feet and begs the urgency to die in his step. Calmly with somber steps making his way to the ensuite. He finds you already in the shower, water washes away the smell of sweat. The smell of him as your phone glares up at him. He taps the screen and your recent notifications wave at him as he stares down.

Reading one of them in horror.

Todoroki isn't sure why he feels this way as he looks at your phone on his vanity. As if the world fell from beneath his feet. His throat burns as he stares at the illuminated glass, spiraling as steam clouds his vision that begins to blur. He knew what he signed up for, he wanted this.

This detached, heart hidden exchange in hopes of choking down the loneliness

But he never expected that when this ended it would feel as if his heart had been ripped out, stepped on and crushed beneath the heel of one of your red bottomed shoes.

"Come on aren't you joining me for our last shower iced cutie?"

"Uh yes I'm coming." He steps into the shower as the push alert on your phone burns into his brain.

"Kirishima Eijirou has put in an offer."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki sugar daddy #bnha au #aged up au

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huihuiheart · 4 years ago

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Bad Boy Series: Taehyung

Requested by anon

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, smoking, drugs, mildly suggestive themes, violent themes.

What makes them bad?

Has a really bad reputation, even out of his group of friend’s he’s one of the one’s everyone is specifically warned about. Not that anyone in his group can’t be harsh. Has a reputation for violent behavior and an exploding temper. Also big gambler at a lot of games, the legal and illegal ones.

What aura do they seem to have?

Very much a don’t fuck with me aura. Almost always seems pissed off, though he can look pissed when he’s simply thinking. With his fanclub you’d think he’s got a fuckboi aura, but he really doesn’t. Just really scary and intimidating.

Do they drink? If so, drink of choice?

Not by choice, pretty much only if his friends really encourage him annoy him until he agrees to will he do it. So then once he agrees he just reluctantly drinks whatever it was they were offering him.

Do they smoke?

Yep. Not constantly, but a cigarette or a blunt after sex is perfect in his mind. Will occasionally smoke other times too, yet he doesn’t do it often. Usually less than a pack a week, unless it’s been an exceptionally rough week. Often he can get his fix in other ways though.

Do they do drugs?

He does. He likes the buzz even if he’s not huge on alcohol so this is a good alternative to him. I don’t think he’s constantly using or anything, just occasionally at a party or something.

Do they ride a motorcycle?

My gut is saying that he 100% does ride a motorcycle. My mind that has conjured up images of that now says that he’d be hot as hell riding a motorcycle too. I’d ride him on that motorcycle in a heartbeat.

How do they dress?

Pure black. Lots of leather. Chains....just trust me on this......chains... Those chains could certainly come in handy too, just saying. Also I think rings, maybe not as much as certain people, but always at least one.

Are they a leader or follower?

More of a follower, but if put on the spot he definitely can take the lead. Not his choice, everything would be alright though.

Are they a player?

He’s totally a player. He has a reputation and it is well deserved. His intimidating aura doesn’t deter anyone when it comes to his sex life apparently! I mean it wouldn’t deter me either. Not only does he have a reputation for being a player, but he has a reputation for what he’s like in bed!!!And how big he is, but I mean that doesn’t surprise anyone.

Are they bad around everyone?

Mostly yeah, he doesn’t really believe in being two faced. So what you see is what you get. That being said though his heart can soften towards certain people. In that case he’ll be bad around them, but not directly to them. More protective then aggressive.

How to get on their good side?

This is no easy task. Though pretty faces, especially those who bring him stuff at the poker table or while watching a race/game have a good chance of being able to do it as long as they aren’t too nosy. If you aren’t too nosy and you listen to him you can probably wear him down over time.

How to piss them off?

Getting into his business, it’s his business for a reason don’t interfere or stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Being connected to a rival in any way shape or form will piss him off at you. Challenging him or his group, even without realizing.

Do they have piercings?

A few. Mostly ear piercings, but he probably also has an eyebrow down. Mild chance he has his lip done, but not likely. For some reason though I wanna say his dick might be pierced....just to be smug.

Do they have tattoos?

He does. I don’t think he has a ton, but I think the ones he has might be larger tattoos for the most part. Any tattoos he has are VERY bold pieces for sure though.

Are they violent? Or do they fight their fights in a different way?

Usually he just resorts to violence. Taehyung can be a very bloody man. That being said he won’t blow up entirely right away, he might do some damage, see what they have to say and then possibly continue. He feels powerful when someone who’s scum breaks before him and he wants to hear them apologize. He can do a LOT of damage though and sometimes even if they apologize they still have consequences to deal with.

“If you know what’s good for you then you’ll keep that question to yourself kitten. It’d be a shame to have to do something about that mouth of yours after all we both know what curiosity killed.”

#bad boy series #taehyung #bts #taehyung imagine

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welcometoels · 3 years ago

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Session Fifteen - Betrayal!

Ditched by their supposed friend Zanthia in the middle of what turned out to be a bank heist, the party finds themselves in a smoke-filled corridor, with a large, angry gentleman in armour demanding their surrender. At his back stand two guards; a mage; Wandbutt; and, outside the door, a peaky Herrington.

With limited options available, the group decides to stand and fight.

Kadis is the first to move, sneaking into the middle of the thick smoke to contemplate his next action. While he cannot see the enemy from this position, they also cannot see him - giving him the advantage.

The knight - Sir Beeswax Halffeather, according to his own pompous declaration - becomes frustrated by the poor visibility, and makes a grab at the only person he can see - Julius. Fortunately, now back in his Otter form - Zanthia’s magic having expired upon her departure - Julius manages to slip the knight’s grasp.

Now even more annoyed, Beeswax calls out to Herrington, telling the nauseated wretch to blow on his horn for reinforcements. He follows the orders, and miraculously manages to not vomit.

Cailynn follows Kadis’ lead and sneaks into the smoke, followed by the tiny wyvern Moo. Julius also has his eyes on the smoke and dips in too. However, he takes a hefty blow from Beeswax straight across the back.

Reeling from the injury, Julius spins around and summons up a wave of druidic power, targeted at the spot he just left. Water rises up from nowhere, and slams hard into the knight, one of the unnamed guards, and Wandbutt.

Beeswax and the guard brace against the water, and though the damage is enough to knock the guard out, the knight barely flinches. Wandbutt, however, is knocked backwards. He lands heavily on his posterior, winces, and expires with a complex look on his face.

Talion steps forth now. After passing a Healing Word to Julius, he shifts to the edge of the smoke and trains his shortbow on the mage in the corner. The arrow finds its mark, leaving a deep gash along the mage’s face. As the spellcaster turns his head slowly back towards the Half-Elf, he mutters an incantation, and a ball of flame appears at his fingertips, which he then launches Talion’s way.

Fortunately for most of the team, the blast’s range is too short to reach them. Sadly, Talion and Julius are not as lucky. They dodge the worst of the damage, but still take a very unpleasant singeing.

As the last surviving unnamed guard stands slack-jawed at the carnage [DM’s note: I totally forgot to give him a turn], Oddsock rushes forth into the smoke, raring to get involved in the action. Before he can do so, however, Kadis hones in on the location of the knight, and shows him who’s boss.

It turns out that Beeswax is boss. All of Kadis’ deft monk attacks glance off the suit of armour - unlike Beeswax’s greatsword, which leaves deep gashes across fragile Human flesh. Good job he recently changed into a red outfit, really.

Cailynn dips out of the smoke now, and throws out one of Melf’s famous Acid Arrows right into the knight’s smug face. Acid gets right into he helmet, causing a surprising amount of damage - bolstered by the Mote of Creation. Moo attempts a follow-up, but misses. Silly Moo.

Attracted by the commotion, Julius rushes through the smoke, colliding with Kadis. He puts his healing paws on the monk, and channels his druidic magic at the highest power he can muster, knitting the wounds almost entirely.

Talion nocks another arrow to his bow and fires it at the knight, but Beeswax’s armour is too thick for him to notice.

Someone who does notice, however, is the mage. Since he can now see more of the group, he triangulates a second Fireball to catch all of the visible miscreants. The blast hits hard and true - even Oddsock does not escape - and the damage is extensive. Whilst most of the group stays upright, Talion, sadly, does not. He falls to the ground, unconcious.

The forgotten guard, deciding that he is extraneous to requirements, slips outside to find out what is keeping Herrington and the reinforcements. Herrington blows the horn again, and feels an unpleasant sensation in the back of his breeches.

Things are looking bleak for our heroes, but fate had not accounted for an angry Golden Retriever with crispy fur. Calling upon the unholy powers of his patron, Oddsock fights fire with fire, in the most literal sense.

The effect is horrifying. The guard in the doorway is immediately reduced to ash, and Herrington follows shortly after, with just enough time to regret lying about killing a dragon.

Beeswax is partially cooked inside his armour, and collapses into a heap, while the mage barely stays standing. This is only a temporary matter, though, as a sharp whack from Kadis’ quarterstaff rattles his head off the back wall, and the floor makes another new friend.

A moment of peace follows, allowing the team to take stock and assist their injured members. Cailynn uses Spare The Dying on Talion to stabilise him, and Julius follows up with some healing magic to get him back on his feet. Talion pays it forward by decanting a healing potion into his special cup and passing it to Kadis.

Unfortunately, the downtime is brief, as the reinforcements arrive. Oddsock peeks out the door to see seven more guards, and two lumbering clay golems with guard uniforms painted on.

The group weighs up their options. A suggestion to return to the vaults and pretend to be hostages is mooted, but eventually disregarded as the approaching aggressors make it clear that they somehow are aware of who the group are, and what they are doing.

Next suggestion is to stand and fight. A good idea, perhaps, for a time when spell slots are less depleted, and the threat of further reinforcements is less pressing.

Julius presents one more option - running away. The group of bold adventurers baulk at this initially, but then accept that retreat may be best. Off under a tree outside, Storm Hellflayer loudly concurs, though only Oddsock and Julius are aware.

Though they are fleeing, the team are damned if they are going to go out without a bang. The offensive is lead by Cailynn, who flips up a rock from the pathway and flings it magically into Beeswax’s face, just as he was beginning to regain consciousness. The charred High Elf slumps back to the ground with a whimper.

Oddsock has more dramatic ideas. As his companions dash to the horses, he unleashes another fireball at the approaching guards. Three of them are immediately vapourised, and another three are knocked unconscious, along with two guard horses.

Spoiler - The horses eventually recover entirely from their injuries, and later enjoy telling the story to their three friends, Horse, Horse and Horse.

As the ground sizzles, the gang mounts the five horses they parked up earlier, with Julius drawing the Storm straw. With one last Eldritch Blast from Oddsock laying waste to the final guard, the group makes good their escape.

As they gallop further north, horns sound behind them, but begin to fade. The forest gets thicker, and the path patchier, and after a short while they decide to slow down. They are safe, for now.

As the horses walk along, their riders look about. Mostly they just see forest. Even Julius’ expert eye for this kind of terrain sees nothing of note. Cailynn, though, sees a crow.

And the crow sees her.

Alighting from its branch, the crow lands atop Cailynn’s horse’s head, and begins tapping its beak against its own leg. Around this leg is tied a small piece of paper.

With care, Cailynn removes the paper, and the crow taps her hand and flies away. Unfurling it, she reads the note to herself:

Looks like you’ve got yourself in some trouble, kitten. Keep going north east and ask for Ebeneezer. He’ll take care of you.

At the bottom of the paper is a symbol - a circle with two triangles above it, side by side and pointing upward. Cailynn knows exactly what this means, and who the note is from.

Making a decision to share the more pertinent information with the party, she tells them that the note is from a friend, who can be trusted. Since they have no better leads, they head north east.

Before long, daylight all but disappears, and the party makes camp. Julius gathers up some nutritious leaves and berries, and Rupert the fey weasel clambers up a tree to keep lookout for pursuers.

As they settle down, Cailynn starts the work of recreating Moo, and Julius asks Talion what Zanthia might have meant by ‘Dragonboy’. He takes a deep breath, and tells the group more about his history.

While his father was indeed a High Elf, his mother was a dragon - a Song Dragon more specifically, and perhaps the last one left in the world. Throughout his life, his family was pursued, which left his father dead and his mother missing, but not before she could magically transport him away in a bolt of lightning.

Talion holds up the jagged piece of obsidian that hangs from his neck, beside his silver dragon scale. This is his memento of that day - fused sand from the black Elsian beach where he found himself.

The mood grows a little sombre, broken only by a squeaking from Oddsock’s pack. He pulls out Tim the chewy dragon toy and has a gnaw, and is immediately dragged from this reality to a little hipster pocket dimension.

Oddsock’s patron stands ready sum up the situation. Yes, being betrayed was bad, but pretty much everything else was brilliant - especially making all those guards explode.

Best of all, though, is the book. Across its cover, the word Sre’Yalp glows faintly with magical potential. Inside, however, the writing is indecipherable, shifting constantly into different languages, then somehow all languages at once. Trying to read just a single sentence induces terrible eye strain, even for a powerful genie.

One thing that is easily legible is a bookplate, pasted on to the first page. It reads, in Common and all capitals:

PROPERTY OF REMINI BENSK SOTS

Warlock and patron look blankly at each other. Clearly more information is required.

Before sending Oddsock on his way, his patron bestows a little more power on him, with a gentle nose boop. Oddsock’s lustrous golden fur crackles with potential, becoming more resistant to fire damage. Furthermore, his paws tingle and he unexpectedly finds himself floating.

Oddsock bobs around the pub for a few minutes while his patron tried to give him steering advice. After watching his charge paddling furiously while his tail helicopters ineffectively, the genie shrugs and sends his floating four legged friend back out into the world.

Oddsock thankfully reacquaints himself with the ground - still upside down - just in time for bed, under the watchful eyes of Rupert and the new and improved Moo. The adventurers settle down to an uneventful night, though Talion does have several thrashy rage dreams about a certain Halfling. Thankfully, he is sleeping alone on this night.

Come the morn, the team breaks up camp and strikes back out. After a few hours, they find themselves at a clearing, and staring down the shaft of a drawn arrow. At the feather-end stands a Wood Elf, dressed all in black, demanding to know why they are there.

Cailynn steps forth and presents the note. The black-clad figure peruses the note, then Cailynn, then the note. After a few back-and-forths, the arrow is lowered, and the Wood Elf leads them further into the clearing.

Beside a fire sits an old, skinny Human with two left teeth. His clothes are flithy, and barely more than rags, but he carries a clear air of authority.

“My name is Ebeneezer Chaotic-Neutral,” he says, in a voice thick with tobacco and bad lifestyle choices. “Welcome to my camp.”

#dnd #5e #dnd homebrew

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missytearex · 5 years ago

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Hi! So I’ve decided to do monthly recs instead of weekly recs from now on, which mean this list is kinda long, so I put all the under 10k fics under the cut, but be sure to check them out too! And remember to leave kudos and comments when you do ❤

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Louis and Harry have been roommates for four years, comfortable in their routine and their relationship. But all of that is about to change.

The Spaces Between Us by @justalittlelouislove — [fic post]

ziam | 33k | explicit

Liam is a ghost bound to nothing, feeling nothing. Until he finds Zayn and learns what it means to feel everything.

Give A Little Sing To The Singles by @londonfoginacup --- [fic post]

larry | 31k | teen and up

Harry Styles is an adult now, with a real adult job (and benefits! Whatever those are!). He spends his days at the copier. Copying things.

That being said, no one told Harry that being an adult came with a confusingly chaotic boss, a copier machine that would be hell-bent on ruining his life, and a coworker so good looking that Harry might just have to quit. After all, Christmas is coming and if their office doesn’t win the decorating contest, Louis has threatened to break several laws and kneecaps in retaliation.

Happy Christmas, here’s to many more.

The Goat Guy of Bethlehem by @lululawrence --- [fic post]

larry | 25k | not rated

every year, Harry and his family attend a church festival called Bethlehem. Harry's freshman year of high school Bethlehem expands, bringing in new vendors, including one that just might change everything for Harry. But first, he has to see if Anne and Robin are willing to part with him for the price of a few goats.

reach the stars by @disgruntledkittenface — [fic post]

horshaw | 19k | mature

Spring 2021. Four years after breaking up with Louis and moving to New York with his best friend Aimee, Nick runs into Niall and they start dating. When their relationship gets serious, Nick struggles to tell Niall how much he means to him.

Everything I Do by Anonymous — [fic post]

larry | 16k | explicit

the one where Harry finds a book of Elizabethan courtship rituals which sets in motion a series of events that can lead to only one conclusion.

High Heels, Red Dress by Anonymous --- [fic post]

larry | 15k | explicit

Louis answers the call when Pearl Harbor is attacked and there is no way around it. The United States is at war. Hiding his queer identity isn't so hard until he attracts the attention of a particular soldier. It's all lies and secrets until the war is finally over. Maybe then Louis can finally have his happy ending. It's up to fate to decide.

when half spent was the night by @juliusschmidt --- [fic post]

larry | 14k | mature

Hi Harry,

I’ve skimmed your website and am interested in hiring you to be my doula. I’m 7 ½ months pregnant and not keen to do this whole labor and birth thing alone. After looking around, I thought you might be a good fit because you mention enjoying unusual people with unusual birth requests. I can meet up any day this week.

Lou

You are the feeling of drugs, pulling the chain of my love by @peujeune — [fic post]

tomlinshaw | 10k | explicit

Louis gets bored with all the questions by the next week and tells everyone, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off, in a Facebook post he subsequently deletes the next day. Instead, he chooses to ignore all his friends.

And text Nick.

you’ve set my soul to dreaming by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed — [fic post]

larry | 9k | teen and up

Thirty year old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall.

The Truth I Can’t Explain (Smoke and Mirrors) by @fallinglikethis — [fic post]

larry | 9k | mature

Louis Tomlinson scans the horizon. It’s dark, but his werewolf eyes are equipped for that. He sees clearly in the inky black of the forest around them. He and every other wolf can see the moment the first blood mage crosses the boundary into their compound. The mages must think they’ve disabled the wards on the edges of the boundary but the wolves did that themselves when they found out the mages were coming. Louis’ pack has opened the door and put down the welcome mat. It’s up to the mages whether that mat becomes stained in blood.

on the same page by Anonymous — [fic post]

larry | 8k | mature

The one where Louis doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

You’re a Nightmare, I’m a Disaster by @lululawrence --- [fic post]

tomlinshaw | 7k | not rated

the one where Nick is a writer, Louis works in a bookshop, and things don’t exactly start off on the right foot, but they might just end on it.

The Gingerbread Show Off by @homosociallyyours --- [fic post]

larry | 6k | general audiences

The Gingerbread Show Off is the biggest event of the year at Harry's still sort of new to him job, and when he's given a spot to compete in it he's beyond excited. When he realizes that he's going to be paired up with Louis, the man who's been sneakily stealing his ideas since almost their first day of working together, he's understandably frustrated.

He still wants to win, though, and he's not going to let his office enemy bring him down.

The Circle of Life is Not a Circle, it’s a Stick by @lounonymouse --- [fic post]

tomlinshaw | 5k | teen and up

This is a story about Louis, his husband Nick, their daughter Ella, and her pet stick insect Mr Sticky McStick-Face.

B-Sides & C-Cuts by @bitter-leaf — [fic post]

shiall | 5k | teen and up

Niall’s stuck in Toronto the day before Christmas Eve. Shawn plans to make the most of it.

A Not So Silent Night by @lightwoodsmagic --- [fic post]

ziam | 5k | teen and up

Liam's had a crush on Zayn for months, every time they talk on the phone just making him grow fonder. He's just never met him in real life. When he finally gets to meet him, it turns out that he can't take his eyes off him dancing on the table at the bank's Christmas party. Especially when he starts taking off his sweater.

Summer Love by Anonymous — [fic post]

larry | 5k | teen and up

Summers at his lake house are Harry’s favorite time of the year. They’re treasured moments in time spent with Louis, his favorite person. The boy with the bluest eyes, the brightest smile and loudest laugh. Harry’s best friend for all of his summers. He’s gonna marry him someday. All that Louis needs to do is ask him - again.

my heart got caught on your sleeve by @foliealou — [fic post]

tomlinshaw | 5k | general audiences

Louis Tomlinson decides to come out: a story in three acts.

it's getting bluer (and you can't keep faking) by @dinoflangellate --- [fic post]

nessie | 4k | explicit

For a second, Niall can’t move, pinned in place by Bressie’s casual words. Get you sorted could mean so many things, things he wants, and his brain almost explodes.

I Knew From The First Time by Anonymous --- [fic post]

larry | 4k | teen and up

Harry spent weeks picking out a gorgeous ring, and months planning every little detail of the perfect anniversary trip to propose to Louis. Except it doesn't go as planned and the ring disappears.

Harry Styles Plays with Kittens While Answering Questions by @sadaveniren — [fic post]

larry | 4k | teen and up

Louis runs a Youtube channel and Harry is his celebrity guest

to love you in word and deed by Anonymous — [fic post]

larry | 4k | general audiences

Louis loves everything about living with Harry. Except for Harry’s effusive proposals. Because the problem is, it’s getting harder and harder for Louis to keep reacting like they’re jokes.

Roll the Dice by @allwaswell16 — [fic post]

larry | 3k | explicit

Louis has been in love with Harry since they were eighteen. It isn’t until Harry’s thirtieth birthday in Las Vegas that Louis must finally decide to either tell Harry how he feels or let him marry someone else.

molecular by @dinoflangellate — [fic post]

zouis | 3k | teen and up

The team pushes into the lab, jostling each other through the sliding glass doors. Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. There they are, the four of them, present and accounted for. Louis shoves his way in last, looking sweaty and triumphant, and the hand around Zayn’s heart finally unclenches.

Unto You by @londonfoginacup — [fic post]

larry | 3k | teen and up

Louis is a lamplighter celebrating the saturnalia season in his own way.

Harry is heavily pregnant and new in the city.

The holiday of Christmas is yet to be created.

Brring Brring (that’s the land line) by Anonymous — [fic post]

larry | 3k | general audiences

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have been dating for six months and two weeks.

It’s one in the morning, and the phone rings.

Snowdrops and Mice Pops by @ohharold --- [fic post]

larry | 3k | teen and up

The boys are stuck at Hogwarts over Christmas incapable of taking the Hogwarts Express back to London. A botched together friends Christmas would have to do.

step into christmas by leighbot

zarry | 2k | general audiences

the one where Zayn's written a Christmas book for children and Harry brings his son to a local reading.

Oh Valley Girl by @londonfoginacup — [fic post]

larry | 2k | general audiences

Out past the rolling hills and the churning sea sits a little fishing village, nestled in a valley where its residents are protected from the elements, as well as from the outside world as a whole.

Harry lives in this little fishing village, and she loves nothing more than feeling the earth beneath her and seeing the sky above her and sometimes dreaming of adventure.

Then one day a ship arrives.

Tricks and Treats by @homosociallyyours --- [fic post]

larry | 1k | general audiences

wherein Louis receives a package not intended for him, Harry has a brilliant idea, and the two of them meet properly at a Halloween party.

Gratuitous puns, bone® jokes, and creepy neighbors abound!

This Is Halloween by @hadtobelou --- [fic post]

larry | 1k | explicit

Louis' Halloween doesn't go as planned.

Scarily Incompatible by soidiallednine

larry | 666 | general audiences

Harry seems perfect for Louis. Lottie certainly thinks so. But one really scary choice by Harry will doom them before they start.

something weird (but it do look good) by @uhohmorshedios — [fic post]

larry | 666 | teen and up

Harry’s upset that Louis didn’t appreciate his attempt to put a very-Harry twist on a Halloween meme and Louis tries his best to make it up to him.

take my hand (i won’t let go) by @tempolarriefix — [fic post]

larry | 666 | general audiences

in which zayn and liam are in love, niall doesn’t want to third wheel, louis hates scary things, and harry works in a haunted house.

aka the ficlet haunted house meet-cute that you never knew you needed.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia by @kingsofeverything — [fic post]

larry | 666 | general audiences

Louis just wants to fall in love for eternity.

the future reflected by @louandhazaf — [fic post]

larry | 666 | not rated

Louis didn’t take the stupid game seriously. Maybe he should’ve.

The Literal Gates of Hell by @evilovesyou — [fic post]

larry | 666 | general audiences

Louis has a passion for the supernatural and tends to drag his friends into his ghost and demon hunting adventures. His guardian angel isn’t too pleased when they set out to find one of the actual gates of hell.

You Win by @ziamhaze --- [fic post]

ziam | 666 | general audiences

Based off this AU: A werewolf finds a human who is strolling in the woods late at night, and just before the werewolf goes to attack the human, the human then starts to beat box and the werewolf is too intrigued to attack them.

I Still Follow by @smoke-flowers — [fic post]

zarry | 606 | general audiences

The sky is cloaked in black velvet, but he swears he sees stars.

#fic rec #my recs #my lists #december 2019 #28th appreciation

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lunermagick-sims4 · 4 years ago

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Huntress & Hunter Part 5

Can a hunter become prince charming or a huntress a lost princess? They would never be what we think of as a prince or princess would be. They would be their own kind of royalty.

Blair’s POV

When Blair woke up she was in bed and in twined with Ragnar. She could not believe she fell asleep in a bed, she was more a coffin girl. “Wow I actually slept good.” Could of been the person she was with made it better. She laid there soaking in the moment with Ragnar next to her. He was breathing softly, his face was calm and not tense. He seem to be at peace because when he is awake she finds he is on guard all the time. He probably does not notice he is. He smelled of ocean breeze and his hair was hanging around his face. He was so handsome even with his scare! I wonder how it happen? She allowed her mind to think of last night, how he made sure he was gentle with her and how he cared for all her needs. He really knew how to arouse her pleasure points. It been a while since she been with a man and forgot how it felt. She loved it or maybe it was just him she liked. She touched his cheek he made a little sound but never woke up. She knew she had to get up but she did not want to leave the warm bed and his comfort. She closed her eyes and drifted back off to sleep. When she awaken he was sitting on the bed. “Morning.” She said. He swung back onto the bed. “Morning.” And kissed her on the head. “I got to go. Do not want to but should get back home.” She sighed. “Wish you did not have to leave.” He kissed her a couple of times on the lips and got up. She got her pjs on and walked him to the door. They kissed goodbye “see you around.” Blair nodded and leaned in for one last kiss. Then he went out the door and headed for home. Blair pulled herself together and thought a good workout is what she needed. She exercised for 20 minutes and sweat was falling down her face. She thought she did enough and went for a quick shower. She felt she was crazy as she already missing Ragnar, they have only known each other for a few days but she already becoming to have feeling for him and that scared her to think she was trusting in someone else instead of herself. She pushed the thought out of her head for now and got out of the steamy shower. She dried off, got her hair brushed and did her make up. She will need to figure these feeling out sooner or later but for now she was going to enjoy the time she had with Ragnar. She picked her clothes out and they were very revealing but she looked amazing in them. She did her chores around the house, tended to the garden, cleaned the house up and made herself some food. She found this house big and lonely, she been wanting to get a dog but with her not being home a lot she thought not a good idea but, maybe if she got one she may have a reason to stay home more and not feel so lonely.

It was evening and she could not take the quiet lonely house anymore. She did all her favourite activities gaming and did some writing in her journal. She was bored so she opened one of her weed bag of purple haze, it looked pretty cool to try. She sat at the table and cut up enough to fit in her bong. She lit up and took a big hit off her bong. She blew out and she was starting to feel a little buzz. She sat there for a bit enjoying the feeling and decided she needed to get out of the house to have some fun. She got to wondering what books the Realm has today? She used her glimmer stone and teleported to the Realm. The place was always so well lit and amazingly beautiful, she flew on her broom to Castaway Ally and checked the vendors on their books of spells. They did not have what she needed so she checked the other two and nothing seem to impress her. She looked around at the place seeing it as stoned as fuck. Floating islands, it crazy that magic keeps them floating. That was how grandma always explained this place. Blair remembers the first time her gram brought her there as a kid. Blair always found the place extraordinary but when her gram passed this place was not the same to her anymore. She still loves it but it was better with grandma. Blair keep to herself and did not talk with anyone as she just did not fit in with these sim. She never fit in any where to be honest. She was not a normal sim anyway she had a killer side after all so how do you fit in with what others called normal. She brushed her thoughts off. The weed was making her think crazy stuff. She laughed “oh man” maybe she had gone crazy after all, she laughed again. “Okay okay�� calm down Blair. She felt laughter escaping. She laughed for a bit and decided it was time to take off. She got control of herself and just started flying around till she came to the city. The light were beautiful so bright, looked like a festival was going on down below. She wanted to check out a old bar she used to hang around in years back. She got there and it was packed full. Tonight was everyone party time. She went in and ordered a drink and was listening to a sim sing karaoke, she not half bad I should try it too. She thought.

She finished her drink and it gave her encouragement to get up there and sing herself. She always wanted to but back then she was shy and just sat at a table drinking till she drank all her thoughts away. Blair now felt a little more mature and definitely more braver sim! She picked a pop song and started to sing. She was not terrible but not great either, she sang and had a great time. No one booed her at least. She sang a couple of songs till someone else wanted to go next. She was proud of herself that she got up there and did it. She walked out of the bar and headed to check out the spice festival that she heard so many people talking about it at the bar. The food smelled so good. She tried the curry and was able to handle the dish, which surprised herself. She was walking around when she came to someone she knew. “Ragnar!”

Ragnar’s POV

Ragnar turned around to his name and was not expected to see who it was. “Oh! Hey Blair” he smiled at her. She came over to him. “Was not expecting to see you here.” Ragnar looked at her. Her outfit was crazy but she could pull it off nicely. She was stunning as always. “Surprised to see you, too. But happy your here.” Blair smiled and the two started to walk around and check all the different things they could. The place smelled so good with all the different flavours of food flying around. “I hear there is firework later.” Ragnar spoke. “That awesome, Would love to see them!” Ragnar looked at her she looked like a little girl at a carnival wanting to get on all the rides and not wanting to miss a single event! “We can do whatever you want.” She looked at him and grinned. Ragnar felt like he made her night. Whatever she wants I will get it for her, he thought. They tasted so much food that if they ate anymore they would explode. Blair sat on a table to rest. She was looking so cute he could not help himself and he went over to her and stood in front of her. “Are you having fun?” He touched her cheek. “So much fun! Thank you for hanging with me.” Ragnar looked at her and smiled. “I like hanging with you.” He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back. He went to pull away but she pulled him in again and the kisses started to get heated. One thing lead to another and next thing he knew he was taking her on the table with clothes coming off and enjoying the intimacy with Blair even if it was in public.

They were getting there clothes back on when they heard zombies and nenemis. “You ready to do some killing, my sweet cat.” Blair grinned. “Always my prince.” Ragnar thought it was funny she called him her prince. “Haha! I am no prince.” Blair kissed him. “You are to me” they started shooting the near by zombies to keep them back from the festival. Blair took the first Nenemis out with a sharp swords and he went down with a few blows to the head. Ragnar was pretty impressed with her high jump. He was happy he gave the swords to her to use as she certainly knew how to use them. She looked pretty proud of herself as well. Ragnar caught another zombie heading into the festival he went after it and killed it with a axe. People were screaming from the zombie exiting up from the ground all around them but was screaming even more when he tried to kill them! Ragnar scouted around to see where Blair was at, she fell but managed to get back up on her feet and started to shot some more zombies. She fell a few more times, but continued to kill more zombies. Ragnar thought for a second what a clumsy kitty cat but felt she was holding her own very well! He started shooting some more himself to try get a few more away from the festival.

Blair and Ragnar looked at each other and they could just read one another both very well to know they wanted to end this in style. They both found parachutes and put them on their backs. They saw two motorcycles parked close by, so they took them. Another Nemesis showed up. “I am taking him this time, Blair.” She nodded and focused on a few zombies on the other side, but before they could focus a nenemis grab Vlad Strauss and used their tentacles and plunged them into his skull. Blair and Ragnar looked at each other and felt bad they could not of done anything to stopped it. Ragnar will get justice for him later. They both reeved the engines of the bikes and focused onto the targets. They drove fast and once they got enough speed they hit their parachutes and flew off the bikes. Once the bikes were in their exactposition they shot the engine and made a huge explosion and they kept shooting their targets. Screams came from every where but Ragnar kept his focus on Nemesis and fought for the top vampire. Once they landed the two came together.

“You okay?” Ragnar asked Blair. “Peachy!” She was grinning she was so happy. “Good” he winked at her and then she fell. “What you doing down there my sex kitten?” Blair smirked and Ragnar gave her a hand and brought her into a embrace. It is slippery out here in these stilettos. He pulled back from her. “Maybe next time do not wear stiettos in combat my dear.” She smiled “Bite me.” Ragnar chuckled “When and where baby?” Blair laugh “I am always clumsy, it just who I am.” Ragnar kissed her head. “It time to get out of here before the cops show up.” She nodded and they started for home.

Ragnar escorted Blair home as he wanted to make sure she was home safe and sound behind her fences. “Tonight was amazing! Thank you for bringing me home and I had a awesome night. I will never forget it.” She leaned in and kissed Ragnar with so much passion. Ragnar was caught off guard at first. “I had lots of fun to.” Blair looked at her door. “Ragnar I have to ask you something.” Ragnar looked at her she seemed nerves. What did he do? “Yea shot.” She was looking down at the ground. “I was wondering um maybe you would be interested in moving in with me?” Ragnar was caught off guard by the question. She wants me to move in with her! he was surprised! Yes! I would love to, Blair!” She handed him a key to the place and now he needed to start packing. “I will go back to my place tonight but tomorrow we will start the move, that sound good?” Blair smiled “Perfect” Ragnar kissed her goodbye and headed off to home with a huge smile on his face, he may have finally found his princess after all.

#sims 4 story #sims 4 #simblr #simtober

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redwoodwrites · 5 years ago

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Fun Hazard

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13368537

Summary: Before the twins leave for Piedmont, Mabel takes them on a short adventure in the forest.

“BLAAAAAH!”

Ford woke up when something large and heavy landed on his stomach. He jack-knifed to a sitting position and fell off the couch. “Ow! Mabel?”

“IT'S FUN O' CLOCK, PEOPLE!” she bellowed. “RISE AND SHINE!”

Stanley, still sitting on the couch, groaned and cracked his joints as he woke up. Ford and Stanley had fallen asleep on the porch, reminiscing over their boyhood, sharing the adventures they'd had in the forest. At some point, Ford had fallen asleep against his brother, and apparently they'd stayed outside like that all night.

Ford squinted blearily at the sun. “Mabel, it's six in the morning. You haven't been possessed by a rooster again, have you?”

“Puh-lease. You see this sweater?” She stood back. Her handmade earth garb sported a stylized purple octopus with a blushing smily face. “Ain't no rooster's got style like Mabel.”

“Actually, with a double-negative –”

“Mabel?”

They turned. Dipper had appeared in the doorway, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He was soaking wet. “Please tell me you didn't rig the water-balloon alarm clock over my bed. It's too early to murder someone.”

“Then it's my lucky day!” she sang. “C'mon, everybody! We've got two days left at the Falls and I've got BIG PLANS! WOOHOO!”

It took a few minutes, and a lot of loud singing, but eventually Ford let himself be led into the kitchen. Mabel had one hand on his sleeve and the other on Stan's old robe, with Dipper trailing behind.

“I'm gonna make you guys the best breakfast EVER!” she announced. “Smorelets and toast with jelly made from actual jelly beans and juice!”

“Fruit juice?” Dipper asked cautiously.

“Probably!”

Stanley snorted. “Yeah, no, I'm gonna cook 'cuz I ain't got a death wish.”

“I take it Mabel has cooked before,” Ford said wryly, taking a seat at the table.

Dipper shrugged. “Mostly she just makes Mabel Juice. You do not want to know.”

Stanley cooked pancakes while Mabel bounced around him, singing at the top of her lungs and pulling out every topping conceivable for said pancakes: the Jellybean Jelly, powdered sugar, Maple syrup, ice cream, and a rather frightening assortment of off-brand Halloween candy. No telling how old that was. As much as he loved the holiday, Ford made a mental note to stay clear.

Finally the meal was ready, and Stanley put a huge stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. Mabel insisted on putting the toppings all around the pancakes in a flower shape while Dipper passed out the plates. Ford, feeling rather obligated to help, offered to do the dishes.

“Sweet, now I can make as much of a mess as I want!” Mabel said gleefully. She grabbed a stack of pancakes with her hands, loaded her plate and drowned them with syrup. Ford laughed.

They settled down to eat. It was strange, eating with his family. Normally he was on the lookout for inter-dimensional bounty-hunters, and since his recent return to this dimension, he'd eaten in his lab (when he remembered to eat at all). This was different. Companionable. He found himself less interested in the pancakes than in watching his family.

Well, some of his family. Mabel shoved pancakes into her mouth at a frankly unnerving rate, so he quickly looked away. But Dipper and Stan, he noted, both ate their pancakes the same way: filling them with powdered sugar, rolling them up, and eating them like burritos.

Mabel caught him watching. “They call it the 'True Breakfast Burrito',” she said, spitting a few crumbs because her mouth was so full.

Dipper winced. “Ugh, Mabel...!”

“Don't just sit there, smart guy,” Stanley said, his mouth also incredibly full. He nodded at the pancakes. “It's a free-for-all. Take what you want.”

Ford took another pancake and put it on his plate, then scooped out a little pat of butter to put on top. He ate it slowly, listening to the breakfast conversation. Mabel and Dipper had planned a “Weirdmaggedon Outta Here” party for the supernatural creatures they'd met over the summer.

“We can do it tomorrow,” Dipper was saying. “Everybody's probably still freaked out over the whole Apocalypse thing, anyway. Betcha the hospital's packed with people.”

Ford raised his eyebrows. “The hospital? What made you think of that?”

“Oh, well...” He ducked his head. “I've, uh, been there before. Had some issues with...forks.”

“Ah.” One guess what that meant.

“Did you know Soos' mom used to be a nurse?” Mabel asked cheerfully, and poured maple syrup directly into her mouth.

Ford winced. “That can't be good for children.”

Dipper grinned. “Mabel hasn't exploded yet, but Stan and I took bets. I'm thinking she'll drop of a sugar coma by next Wednesday.”

“I've got money for this Saturday at the latest,” Stan said, putting another bottle of syrup on the table.

“Hey!” Dipper protested. “That's enabling! And cheating! You're not supposed to do anything to influence the bet!”

“Says you.”

Ford grinned. “I'm all for long shots. Put me down for three weeks from today.”

When they were done eating, the kids cleaned up and Mabel fed her pig. Stanley got dressed and Mabel hustled them all into the Stanley-Mobile car. There was a brief argument over who would stay to watch Waddles, but Mabel refused to stay behind, so they ended up squashing the pig in the back seat with the twins. They drove off, under orders from Mabel to head straight to the mall. Ford sat shotgun next to Stanley, who, quite frankly, drove as if he was half-blind.

“Are you sure you don't need stronger glasses?” Ford asked, gripping the car door as they took another wild turn.

“Sure I'm sure.” He ran over a road sign. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, huh?”

“OOOOH!” Mabel shrieked, and Stan nearly flipped the car.

“What the Maple Syrup, Mabel?!”

“Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Stan, you have to stop the car!”

“What for?” he demanded, but Mabel opened the door and he stomped the brake so hard the car burned rubber. She jumped out, came around to Ford's door and pulled it open.

“C'mon, c'mon, Grunkle Ford, you have to see this!” she squealed.

“What, what is it?” he asked, but he let her pull him out of the car.

They'd stopped on a turnout, and the road, as ever, was lined with redwoods. Ford remembered the place dimly from his previous explorations of the forest. It was known for its weirdly glowing pink rocks and the little scampfires that liked to hide among them.

Mabel pulled him into the forest, the rest of the family hurrying to follow.

“Where are we going?” Ford asked her.

“You'll see...here!”

They came to a clearing and stopped. It was about ten feet in diameter, and most of the space was taken up with a pile of the glowing pink rocks, arranged in a distinctive heart shape. Stan came up on one side of him, panting, Dipper and Waddles close behind.

“Wow, Mabel,” Dipper said, surveying the area. “This looks like a lot of work. When did you do this?”

Mabel grinned, sweeping her hands exactly like Stan did when introducing an exhibit. “Welcome, Dipper and Gentlemen, to Mabel's Heart of Bold! I made it after that run-in with Cellestabellabethabelle.”

Ford winced. “Ugh. Her.”

“Haha, yeah...anyway, I was wandering around like a little lost kitten when I saw all these glowing pink rocks. And I thought, aw, they're like little hearts! And that's when I got this idea!”

Ford bent slightly for a closer look. “I thought scampfires collected these. How did you manage to get ahold of so many?”

“Easy! I taught them a neat trick and they let me keep the rock art until the end of the summer.”

“A trick?”

“Watch.” She stepped over to Dipper and whispered in his ear. He blushed and darted a quick glance at Ford.

“Mabel, seriously?” he whispered. “Here, now?”

She grinned. “Unless you have a better one!”

He screwed up his face, thinking, then sighed. “I got nothin'. Fine, here we go.”

The twins faced the rocks, opened their mouths, and sang:

Friday night, and we're gonna party 'till dawn Don't worry, Daddy, I've got my favorite dress on! We're rollin' to the party, the boys are lookin' our way...

At this point the rocks, which had been glowing a steady pink, began to pulse with a reddish light. The longer the twins sang, the stronger the pulses, until they were flashing pink and red. Then, under Ford's amazed gaze, the rocks began to change color. The whole heart rippled like a rainbow was flowing over it, a dazzling display of turquoise, indigo, orange, and butter-yellow. Ford caught his brother's eye and grinned – Stan's face was bathed in green light, exactly the color of money.

“Green suits you,” he whispered, as the lights played over their faces.

Stan grinned back. “Me? Look at you.”

Ford looked down. His body was glowing yellow. He stared at it for a second, then started laughing. Stan slung an arm around Ford's shoulder and Ford leaned into his brother, listening as Stan joined in the song.

Oooh-oh! Girls do what we like, Oooh-oh! We're takin' over tonight.

The song ended and the rocks gave a last burst of brilliant color, lighting up the trees like miniature fireworks. All four Pines thrust their fists in the air at once.

“Pines! Pines! Pines! Pines!”

A/N: This was just a quick thing, but I think I like how it turned out. Hope you guys liked it, too!Also please feel free to leave a comment and check out my other works!

#gravity falls #grunkle stan #great-uncle ford #family bonding #dipper pines #mabel pines #after weirdmaggedon #rock art #scampfires #power of mabel

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My hoard!!!

I finally got around to taking pics, so here it is! (we aren’t going to mention my books and art supplies, those are too many to take a pic of properly)

Gemstones batch 1: the scelenite is so bright in this pic! Then there are 3 clear quartz (1 is a geode), amethyst geode chunk, red jasper pyramid, red goldstone, pink agate slice, snowflake obsidian, emerald, grey tigers eye on a pendant, and unknown stone that’s super light weight, obsidian sphere, some miscellaneous gems in a baggie, my rune stones, and an orange baggie of smaller bits; broken tigers eye ring, 2 broken opalite rings, a broken mystery metal/gem ring, tigerseye beads, 1 bloodstone bead, a fake diamond ( Cubic Zirconia i believe?), and a small amethyst point.

The last of my gemstones! Aventureine rune stones with gold paint in the engravings, obsidian witch rune stones with silver ink in the engravings, lapis lazuli rune stones with gold paint in the engravings, the baggie of random small stone beads from the previous pic, and a big bag of raw gemstones i emptied out, i know some of them but mostly unknown. (not shown are my aventurine guages i’m always wearing and my opal ring i’m always wearing)

my interesting oddities! I have some pink himalayan Salt (aphrodisiac and for hex protection!), sealing wax in gold and red, clam shells from ohiopyle, a bottle of black ink with gold glitters that swish around, my rainbow black wolf knife, my space taco lighter, a bottle with a moth in it, shark teeth, a native american made bracelet, red oak slice (for luck), a vintage typeset letter x from my teacher in college, used butterfly cocoon, canadian coins, pennies, my dice for DnD, and my favorite fir and leather candle!

my card collection! I love collecting card sets, but here are my favs! Not shown is my uno(not really worth it?) and cards against humanity(too big and in the car). Here we have my agarest War Zero collectors edition playing cards, My official homestuck tarot cards, my neighbor totoro playing cards, The Wild Unknown Tarot deck, and my exploding kittens sets! (including original set, nsfw set, imploding kittens expansion pack, and party pack)

and my basket of goodies! includes my buttons, my gameboy colour(with hamtaro game in it), 2 pokemon cards, a random unicorn card?, a few naruto colector cards, yu-gi-oh cards (very old), and my keychain collection!

Finally, all of my buttons in my collection!!! There are 110 and growing! I get these on etsy, from conventions, at hottopic, and one from pride last year! If you want to know where i got one, just ask and i can link you or tell you the store i got it <3 I won’t go over all of these buttons but before you say anything, i don’t like supernatural. I’m wiccan and honestly just thought "hey cool pentacle!” but yeah XD That’s all in my hoard for now! I’ll update when i get more cool things or shineys <3 as a dragon I will be inclined to gather more to build my hoard! If you have questions on where to get things, i know where i got all of these so just ask and i’ll help you if possible <3

#dragoncore #goblincore #crowcore #core #pins #buttons #gemstones #tarot #tarot cards #cards #hoard #oddities #my stuff

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thekwanderer · 5 years ago

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November 28 2019

Allison and I wake up just after six this morning. Our only plans are breakfast at 9 and our flight to Goa at 2:40 pm. It takes us a full ten minutes to realize that the power is off in the hotel room. The front desk answers before the first ring finishes and the frantic attendant informs me that the power will be back soon. Allison is hoping to work out, but the elevators are down so we decide it is best to wait until the power seems stable. Electricity comes and goes over the course of the next hour. Around 7:15, the electricity has been on for ten minutes and Allison takes her chances in the elevator. The internet must be on a different circuit because it stays up the whole time. I stay in bed and am able to find and stream the second half of the Celtics/Nets game!

I make a reservation for our group to eat breakfast at the restaurant on top of the building. At nine, we meet at the restaurant and have a relaxed breakfast. The meal is nice, but the breakfast at our first hotel outclassed it in my opinion. The options are essentially the same, but the dosas, bacon, and tea are all a disappointment after what I had come to expect. The view from our table is limited so we go to the balcony after the meal. New Delhi is a very green city. From our vantage, the city appears to be a sea of trees with only the occasional 5 story building rising from the canopy. The roof is occupied by a fleet of pigeons and two large birds of prey circle around the towers of our hotel. Between the birds, monkeys , dogs, and cows the streets of New Delhi teem with life both human and animal.

Allison and I pack our bags and meet the rest of our party in the lobby at eleven. Patrick, Stephanie, Allison, and I play a round of a game called exploding kittens while we wait for Debbie and Richard. Around noon, we call Uber's and start the trek to the airport. Allison and I split one with Debbie and Richard, while Patrick and Stephanie take their own. The drive is uneventful but the streets are as hectic a usual. Riding in New Delhi was overwhelming at first but now I am getting used to the constant noise and weaving involved in every trip.

Our driver pulls up to terminal three and we unload our bags without incident. Anna has arrived before us and tells us that there is a way to pay to expedite the bag check. We head towards the door to find that they check tickets even before entering the terminal. Our tickets are digital, so we head to the door with our phones out. The line is short but when we get to the front, the guard tells Allison that her ticket is no good. It takes a moment to realize that we have our tickets for the flight back from Goa rather than the ones there! Debbie bought the tickets, so she needs to access them on her phone but doesn't have internet. Allison lets Debbie tether her phone to get online, but the entire time we are at the front of the line and doing our best to let people by us. Finally Debbie pulls up the tickets and airdrops them to each of us. The tension drops and we queue back up. The guard checks the first ticket and calmly informs us that we are at the wrong terminal, that we need terminal 1, and that we need to get out of the line so the next person can get through. We scramble out of line and I spot a kiosk that will print our boarding passes. With paper in hand, I ask an Indigo (our airline) employee if our flight is from terminal 3 but no luck. The printing of the pass did not magically change our gate. Panic starts to build as we search for someone with English good enough to explain how we can get to terminal one.

Our panic is spotted by an enterprising taxi driver and he saddles up next to me. He asks where we are trying to go and tells me my options are to take a shuttle, which will take an hour, or pay him 150 rupee (the government price, he assures me) each and he will get us there in 15 minutes. Richard and I are ready to pay the man but our intrepid ladies firmly tell him the only way he can help is to stop talking. Allison calls up Anna and tells her our whole sad story. Anna and Raul tell us that we need to head to the taxi stand and get a prepaid taxi. Meanwhile, the ore taxi drivers watches from twenty feet like a vulture waiting for us to give up. Without a look back, we grab our bags and set off for the taxi stand.

We head downstairs to arrivals and the prepaid taxis. The whole line at the stand is like all the lines in India - messy. It appears that sheer desire and brazenness wins the day here. Fortunately it is not too busy, and I am told the fare will be 300 rupees for four of us and four bags. The man in the booth points to his left after handing me a receipt and I believe that I misinterpret his signal. I think he means for us to talk to he man just to his left outside the booth. This man tells us to follow and takes us an awaiting taxi. He is pushy and constantly trying to grab my bag and the receipt. I am not properly on guard and allow him to get a hold of both! What a rookie mistake! Never let anyone get a hold of anything of yours! We make it to the taxi thankfully and the receipt makes it to the right person, the driver. The man who helped us holds the door open when we get in and refused to close it until we tip him for "helping". Now I realize we were supposed to go approach the drivers directly with the receipt. Worn down, our group produces a 100 rupee note and hand it over with a scowl. He closes the door entirely unperturbed by our disdain.

The ride to terminal one takes a full 15 minutes! The New Delhi airport is apparently very spread out. It takes ten minutes just to see a sign for terminal 1 and in that time I am terribly anxious that something will go wrong or we are somehow headed the wrong way.

Arriving at terminal one, we are anxious to get our bags checked and pass through security. We decide to pay for expedited bag-checking. We skip the line, but it still takes a solid fifteen minutes and three attempted up-sells to get our bags tagged and out of our hands. The security line is short but poorly organized. We find our friend on the other side and also a number of over wedding attendees who are taking the same flight to Goa. The gates are separated from the dining/shopping/waiting area and we are not able to get to the gates until it is close enough to our boarding time.

Once through, we form a gaggle in front of the gate. After queuing up, our tickets are scanned and we head out to a bus which will take us to the plane. The sheer size and inefficiency of the airport is staggering. It seems to me that the concern is strictly making things function, not making them function well.

The scope of the smog becomes apparent when taking off. Within a minute, the city is covered by a blanket of white. As the haze starts to thin, clouds become visible. The tops of dense white clouds emerge like icebergs from the sea of off-white pollution. The air in Goa is supposed to be much cleaner. I am hopeful that we will soon leave the smog behind so that I can see the countryside.

An hours travel from New Delhi, the smog begins to clear and a much dryer and browner landscape comes into soft focus. Landing in Goa, we are told that it is a military airport and we cannot take pictures. When we get off the plane, we see a pretty red sunset, but the air feels many times better than Delhi and we can actually breathe again. Now we are a group of 11 trooping though the airport, and we realize that all of us forgot to book the free shuttle from the airport to the hotel. Our hotel is nice enough to help us find a couple of hired cars to get us there. We didn't realize but the hotel is an hour away from the airport. By this time it is dark and we pile into the car with Debbie and Richard with all of the luggage. I thought I had gotten desensitized to crazy driving from Delhi, but it was still frightening to drive in the dark through Goa. The roads were much windier than Delhi and there was no divide between the lanes going in different directions. Our driver darted out into the lane with oncoming traffic to pass cars and at one point almost came to a complete stop when he realized he couldn't make it between two buses. Debbie and Allison got pretty carsick in the back.

We finally make it to the hotel after an hour. The area looks more like a beachside town with restaurants with open walls and a lot more palm trees and bamboo. This hotel is a Hyatt and familiar. Luckily they do not have a canceled additional room and we are able to untangle our rooms from Debbie and Richard. We go upstairs to freshen up, and walk to dinner. It is an interesting place to walk around because there isn't really a sidewalk to walk on and cars and mopeds don't slow down. In fact some beep and make Allison jump.

We walk to an outdoor restaurant called the fishermans cove where Rahul treats us as per our agreement when we stole his shoe during the wedding. We are just happy to sit and eat whatever was ordered for us. The meal starts with platters of fish and chicken cooked a number of ways. I find the chicken to be scrumptious and even have some butter-garlic shrimp. The entree is a number of curries along with rice and naan. There is some pork vindaloo that stood out with its deep red color and intense heat. This dish is famous in Goa so it was fun to try something from the original place. We then walk back to the hotel and say our good nights as we head to bed.

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crewhonk · 7 years ago

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In the Back of the Truck

Words: 1,850

Summary: You and Jim Hopper have some fun in the back of his truck during the Snowball.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Age Gap, Thigh Riding, Blowjob, Car Sex

December 15th, 1984

You dropped your little brother off at Hawkins Middle School on the night of the Snowball and watched him run into the front doors full of excitement. After all he had been through, he certainly deserved a night to make as many positive memories with the people he would die for. The past month had been a nightmare after you had found out what he had been doing with the Party when you showed up to the Byers house after you had found a girl named Elle (“her full name is Eleven.” “Eleven? Like the number?””That's what I said!”) wandering the streets alone. You had picked her up that night not knowing that the recent Coyote attacks (why you had picked her up in the first place) had not actually been coyotes but inter-dimensional dogs.

Okay. Sure.

You got out of the car and lit a cigarette before leaning on the hood of your mom's car and preparing yourself for the long night of waiting ahead. I was a cold night in Hawkins, so you had a thermos of coffee, a book, and a heavy blanket in your car to pass the time and fight the cold that would seep eventually seep into the car. Who knew that you wouldn’t actually need it that night.

“You’re waiting too, huh?” You heard a gruff voice pipe up from a few cars away. Jim Hopper had shown up (you assumed it would be to drop off Eleven), and your breath hitched in your throat. You were quite a few years younger than the Chief of Police, but that hasn't stopped you from developing some sort of crush on the man. It wasn’t the kind of crush that you would have developed in school (you never had crushes on anyone before Jim, apparently. That man made you feel… things), and just the sight of him would leave you quaking in your Converse.

“Will asked mom to give him some space tonight, so she sent me.” You laughed, taking a drag from your cigarette and coughing lightly, trying to shake the nervousness you had lodged in your throat.

“You know, smoking will kill you.” He lectured, pulling out his own pack and lighting it.

“Says you, Sir. What are those? The strongest ones? You’re not one to talk.” You laughed. You were completely unaware that when you had called him Sir, his entire body stiffened, and the flow of the blood in his body completely changed and his pants had suddenly grown tight.

“Yeah, but I’m old. You’re what? 12? You still have a life ahead of you.” He joked, leaning on the hood of your car. The closeness between the both of you had you breathing in short puffs and all you wanted to do was to be close enough where your breathing had altogether ceased.

“I’m 21, thank you very much. I can make decisions for myself.” You glared, a playful smirk on your lips. You noticed his eyes flick down to them, and you parted them purposefully, licking the bottom one slowly. You noticed that his pupils had dilated at your action, and the nervousness you were feeling vanished slowly— he felt the same way. You rested your forehead against his shoulder and breathed him in deeply.

“Y/N?” He whispered, you looked up at him slowly and your breathing had finally stopped. He was so close. “What kind of decisions are we talking about?”

“Whatever ones you want me to make.” You mumbled, hoping you were louder than your heartbeat.

“Can you make the decision to trust me?”

“I’m sure I can find it in myself, Sir.” And with that, he grabbed the hat at the nape of your neck and pulled you roughly to his lips. You had never felt anything like the kiss Jim Hopper had given you that night. His lips were chapped, but somehow still soft and his facial hair scratched the soft skin of your face. Your hands flew to his cheeks, and you held his large head tightly in your grasp. He pulled you so close to him after that, and you could have died right then and there because his tongue had slipped between your lips, and his arms circled your waist so tightly you would have assumed you had no organs whatsoever. Your hands slid down his torso and slipped under his shirt and you felt him flick away from the ice cold of your hands. Your fingers never ceased, however, because soon enough, your fingertips had slipped around the front of his pants and palmed roughly at his straining member. He growled into your mouth and you smiled, grabbing the buckle of his belt and nearly tearing it off completely.

“Let’s not do this here.” He gasped, grabbing your bicep tightly and rushing towards his police truck. You had no qualms about fucking the sheriff in his truck because you knew the little angel and the little devil over your shoulders cheering you on. You let him climb into the back seat first, and followed him, planting yourself on his knee and biting at his neck. Your trembling fingers reached quickly down to his belt and you quickly resumed your work while leaving rough kisses on his jaw and neck, making sure to leave swelled bruises where your lips touched. He was moaning in anticipation now, breathing heavily and lightly thrusting his hips into your hands, hoping to get some sort of pressure again.

You finally ripped his belt off his jeans and unzipped his pants, taking note of how he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and freeing his straining member. You froze. He was fucking ginormous. Not only was his cock thick and long, but his dorsal veins were prominent (waddup greys anatomy reference). Your mouth immediately had started watering and you looked up at him with a nervous anticipation in your eyes before kissing him hard and tugging at it. You hand had barely been able to fit around the entire thing, so you found it easier to use his premium as a form of lubricant to ease the movement of your grip. Your thumb flicked over his tip and you heard him gasp into your hair and his thighs had flexed in pleasure.

You immediately saw stars. Your hand movements stopped entirely and you had to close your eyes at the feeling the motion had given you.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, worried that you had suddenly changed your mind.

“No, yeah. Everything really fucking good, your thigh just flexed and I almost came.” You laughed breathlessly and twisted your wrist around his dick. He grunted lightly and leaned forward to bit your shoulder hard.

“You wanna cum all over my thigh, Little Girl?” He growled, lettings hands rest on your hips and dragging them slowly up and down your thigh. You let out a high pitched keen into his neck, and grinder down harder on his knee.

“Yes Sir, please.” You groaned. You stopped your motions on his dick, and your hands came to rest on the sides of his neck and you wanted to scream at the friction you found while you humped his thigh with reckless abandon. Your hips moved quickly, and Jim began bouncing his thigh which made the air in your lungs leave your body in one big whoosh.

“Sir. I’m gonna—“ you cut yourself off when his hand wrapped around your throat. You looked into his eyes, and your eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure when your eyes met.

“What’re you gonna do Baby Girl? You gon’ fucking cum all over my leg like some dirty slut? You gonna cum all over me without me even touchin’ you? Huh?” He punctuated the last sentence with a hard slap on your ass and you squealed at the sting of it.

“Yes, Sir. Please. Spank me again. Let me cum on your leg.” You whimpered, adjusting yourself so that Little Jim wouldn’t feel so left out. You let your folds rest against the underside of his dick and you rutted your hips into it, crying out when you felt his veins against your clit and hearing the sound of his balls being coated with your slick.

“Oh, fuck Baby Girl. So fucking good.” He grunted, pushing you back by your throat and pulling your hips down harder on the side of his dick, his own hips rutting up without any care. You were now resting against the back of the driver's seat, and you gasped when Jim ripped your blouse open, letting buttons fly around the car.

“Jim!” You cried. “What else am I supposed to wear!”

He reached around and undid your bra, unhooking the adjustable straps and pulling your bra off of your shoulders. “I have a jacket you can use. Say you were cold or somethin’.” He grabbed your tits and rolled your nipples between his fingers and you screamed in pleasure.

“Oh my god, Jim!” You cried. There were tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

“Cum for me Little Girl.” He growled, pulling your hips closer and bringing his thumb hard down your clit. You came unraveled then, shaking and convulsing and crying in the backseat of his truck. You took a second to breathe after the intenseness of the orgasm he gave you. You tucked yourself between his knees and kneeled on the dirty, hard floor of the floor. You leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, kitten licking it, and then wrapping your swollen lips around the head and sucking hard. You used your hands to pump the rest of his shaft and massage his balls softly.

“Oh. Shit. Shit!” He moaned and pulled your hair away from your hand, grasping it tightly in his hand and guiding your mouth slowly onto his cock. You pushed your face further, and you found yourself pressing your nose into his stomach and gagging around his girth. He pulled your head back, but you fought against it, wanting him to explode into your mouth.

“Kitten lemme cum on your tits. Please.” He whimpered. You let your hand reach down and play with your clit, already needing some form of stimulation. You pulled away, and let him wrap his own fist around his cock.

“You playin’ with yourself while I get ready to cum all over you? Huh?” He snarled, holding your chin tightly in his hand. You only whimpered before shoving your fingers into your dripping cunt and squeaking with pleasure. He let out a loud yell and covered your face and neck with his cum, you let it drip over your face as you came a second time, feeling your own walls flutter around three of your fingers. He brushed the hair away from your face and brought you closer to his face, kissing your lips softly.

“Good girl.” He mumbled, kissing you again. Your face flushed at the compliment and smiled into the kiss. You hoped you’d find yourself in this situation soon again in the near future.

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savingformore · 2 years ago

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Exploding Kittens is back with a new Tryazon Featured Party opportunity, featuring TWO holiday game night options! I’m A Little Crabby is a game of secret hand signals, suspicious friends, and hidden identities. Pick a partner and establish a secret signal, then collect a set of four matching cards. Hide everything and suspect everyone in this game of secret signals. Poetry for Neanderthals is…

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yosoytutienda · 2 years ago

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¡¿Echamos unas partidas?! Hemos repuesto Throw Throw Burrito, que nos habéis demostrado ser vuestro favorito. Este juego pertenece a los creadores del conocido juego Exploding Kittens de @gameofkittens ¡¡También tenemos disponible el Party Pack y la expansión Imploding Kittens!! Por supuesto tenemos más juegos y os enseñamos algunos como Guatafac, un juego tipo Escape Room basado en la famosa serie @lacasadepapel, un juego de mesa rápido ambientado en @strangerthingstv, un delicioso juego de cartas Ramen Fury, el conocido juego Hombres Lobo de Castonegro en su edición Best Of de @asmodee_es, el juego de rol competitivo Destinies y deja volar tu imaginación con Dixit. Están disponibles en nuestra web y tienda física de @sanlucardebarrameda ¡Os esperamos! (en Sanlúcar de Barrameda, Spain) Instagram

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parkjmini · 7 years ago

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poly!au: park jimin x reader x kim jennie while your lovers said they needed you, you wondered if they knew how much you needed them. word count: 4696 genre: angst, fluff ? SMUT !! warnings: explicit language, threesome, girl on girl

[an]: thank you for all the positive feedback on this ff bc like i said before i was super hesitant but im glad ppl like it !! thank u for waiting patiently, but hopefully once i drop my classes, ill have more time to write !!

prologue . 01 . 02 .

18 Months Later

You walked home with groceries pulling down at your arm and droplets dribbling down your forehead. Hot days were never nice to you. Some days you’d faint unknowingly because of dehydration. Those days were the scariest.

Lately, Jimin and Jennie have been going to a lot of social events together because of their internship. Nowadays, you were often alone mentally and physically.

The year with your boyfriend and girlfriend had been amazing. You were all infatuated with each other and so in love. However, after your anniversary, things were beginning to change.

The two started to spend more alone time together due to the new internship and schedule differences. As much as they tried to remember you, they often forgot you at home, during intimate moments, and at night.

They were subconsciously squeezing you out of the equation and your differences started to surface. Jennie liked to party, you did not. Jimin liked to cuddle, you did not. You liked to sleep in, they did not. They liked to work out, you did not.

And while everyone talked out their problems, every resolution made things heavier. Kisses were empty. The sex became one-on-one, mostly being Jennie and Jimin.

The first time you discovered it without you, it broke you. The sex was not something that you all did just to get off. It was a beautiful way for all of you to connect and appreciate each other. Them singling you out made you doubt everything.

Their excuse was that it was only quick and was because one of them was sexually frustrated. That became their regular excuse.

It also didn’t help that none of your families knew about the three-way relationship. So, it meant that the holidays meant one of you weren’t invited and it was mainly you.

The neglect affected you tremendously, but you were afraid that if you spoke up that you’d lose them forever. As much as their actions hurt, they were still very special people to you.

“I’m back.” Their shoes were sprawled next to door and heard the water stop running. You eventually moved in with them so you can all be closer. However, Jennie’s bed wasn’t big enough for all three of you and there had to be a compromise. Jimin and you would switch between the guest room and Jennie’s room every night, but progressively, you ended up in the guest room to simplify things.

Jimin came from the hallway and his eyes widen at the amount of bags in your hand, “babygirl, let me get that for you.” He gathered the heavy bags and placed them in the kitchen. You slumped into your room to remove your purse and to catch your breath. Jennie walked in with her silky black robe and her hair in a towel. Her worried expression fell upon your tired face.

“Honey, you’re drenched.” She ran to grab a washcloth and sat down on your bed to help wipe the sweat from your face. She pushed your hair back gently, her eyebrows remain creased with concern. Her brown eyes scanning for any loose droplets before they landed on yours watching her.

There was a brief spark when your eyes met and the annoying thud in your chest started up. She smelled like the sweet fragrance of your body wash and her skin looked so soft. Her robe did a poor job to conceal much because she never liked to wear it properly. You hated how just looking at her made your heart race. You fought the urge to kiss her. You fought the urge to have her swim in your eyes, in your thoughts, in your heart.

“Thank you.” You said simply and grabbed her hand to stop her from proceeding any further, for making your heart pound so aggressively against your chest, for making every neglectful moment hurt more. You got up to leave the room, but her warm body hurried to stop you. Her arms wrapped you from behind and her cheek pressed against your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” Her voice was muffled by your shirt.

Jimin appeared at the door in front of you and his expression soften at the sight of how Jennie was desperately trying to hold onto you. “I need to put the groceries in the fridge.” Your voice remained blank.

“I already did that for you.” Jimin’s voice caused Jennie’s head to pop up. You had no other excuse for you to leave.

“So when did you come back?” You asked passively as the bed sank underneath your weight. The two had gone to a banquet the previous night and didn’t come home, nor did they bother to contact you about their whereabouts.

Jennie crawled up next to you, her hand intertwining with yours, her guilt seeping through her eyes that were already pleading for you to forgive her. “This morning. We saw that you were gone and we were so panicked.”

“Why?” You asked.

Jimin sighed and joined you on your other side. “We thought you packed your things and left us, completely. We were so worried and you weren’t answering your phone.”

“My phone ran out of battery, I was only going to be out for a little bit so I didn’t bother to charge it. Why would I just leave?” Confusion set as your eyes darted between your boyfriend and your girlfriend.

“Because we’ve been such horrible significant others to you.” Jennie sounded surprise to how you were unaware of their actions. “Babygirl, we leave you almost every day. We sleep in separate rooms. We don’t call you enough. We don’t have date nights anymore. We don’t fuck together anymore! If you don’t hate us, I hate us for you. We don’t deserve you.”

“You leave me because you have to, not because you want to… I hope.. and I chose to sleep in the separate rooms because your mattress isn’t big enough, sweetheart. You don’t call me and us not having date nights are because you two are busy, I get that. I just don’t have a life to keep me preoccupied, so it seems like I’m always alone. And the whole intercourse thing is whatever, I have a low libido anyways.” You explained all her points, but her cute pout stayed on her face.

“You were upset about it when you first found out we did it without you.” Jimin held onto your other hand.

“Yeah, but I got over it.” You shrugged, staring at the ground.

“But throughout all of it, you take it. You don’t complain or say anything. You just take it and I’m worried. Talk to us, (Y/N). I want you to know that we’re here for you. Everyone has a limit and we don’t want you to reach yours.” Jennie rested her head on your shoulder.

Jimin kissed your knuckles, “like she said, we don’t deserve you.”

“Sure.. I get hurt when I’m alone, but what can you guys do about it? Nothing. You’re both stuck at your internship, so me voicing things out won’t change much.”

Jimin frowned, “let us make things up to you.”

“What are you guys going to do?..” They were never up to good when their devilish smiles appeared on their faces. Jennie pulled you up and unbuttoned your jeans. “Jen!” You yelped and held onto your pants.

She chuckled and Jimin reached for a box underneath your bed. “We’re trying to get you out of these clothes, so you can get into these.” Opening the box, a neatly folded dress stared back at you.

It was a rich wine color, the color that they both said you looked the best in. Pulling the dress up, it was a soft, stretching blend. It was cinched at the waist as the bottom flared out nicely. The sweetheart cut added a sensual touch. It was truly marvelous, simple, but still marvelous.

The lingerie under the dress really got your attention. It was a matching set of lacy bra and underwear. Rubbing the crimson fabric between your fingers, the material felt expensive and very sturdy.

“I’ll draw you a bath and when you come out, you can try it on.” Jimin gave your arms a small squeeze before walking into the bathroom.

“We’ll make sure we’ll be there to watch.” Jennie winked and picked up your chin. “Then, we can go out for dinner. I made reservations at your favorite place.”

The happiness filled every crevice in your body, causing you to explode into tears. “You guys don’t have to do this for me. I don’t need this.”

“We want to.” She kissed your wet cheeks.

“Princess, we don’t do this enough. We should be doing this everyday for you, not once in a blue moon.” Jimin hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t cry.. the fact that you’re crying makes me feel worse because you should be use to the love we show, but you’re still surprised at everything. We’re doing such a bad job at this, so this is our apology.”

“Come on, the water is going to get cold.” Jennie pulled you into the bathroom and helped you out of your clothes. She placed the dress and the lingerie against the door. Your girlfriend gave you a small kiss on your forehead before lightly closing the door.

“I don’t think it looks right on me.” Your head peeked from around the bathroom door and your lovers shared a similar gaze.

“Babygirl, let us see.” Jimin leaned coolly against the adjacent wall. Jennie was eager to push the door further to see more of her beautiful girl.

“Is it suppose to make my butt look big?” Still hiding behind the door, your averted eyes and shy pout made them chuckle sweetly.

“Your butt is already big on it’s own, kitten.” Jennie smiled and winked at Jimin, who nodded in agreement.

You took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. Jimin sucked in his breath at how the lace hugged your curves. Jennie’s eyes widen at how the fabric wasn’t covering as much as it should. The pink warmth danced across your cheeks as you felt their eyes travel to all the exposed parts of your body.

You’ve been naked plenty of times in front of them, but to be in sexy lingerie was a different story. Jimin cleared his throat and peered over at his other girlfriend, who couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. He laughed, and closed her mouth for her by pushing her chin up. “You’ll catch flies, babe.”

“Sorry–I’m – Jimin, just look – that’s our baby! Do you see her?! Like all of her?” Jennie tripped over her words as she gestured to your stunning appearance.

You fiddled with your thumbs, “it barely covers my ass…”

“Oh you know we gotta see that.” Jennie blurted out before Jimin playfully slapped her arm.

“Give us a twirl, sweetcheeks.” Jimin suggested and watched you with dark pools flooding his eyes.

You spun around slowly, “Oh my god, (Y/N).. we might have to skip the dinner and just go straight for dessert.” Jimin choked.

You turned your head to look at their faces, and while they tried to look at your face, they were too busy gawking at something else. “..does it look okay on me?”

“Stunning.. absolutely breathtaking.” Jennie covered her hot cheeks.

“Are you kidding me? (Y/N), you look perfect.” Jimin couldn’t hold back from touching you any longer. He wrapped his arms around your torso, his hands roaming over your smooth, hot skin. His mouth sucking softly at your neck.

His hands traveled down your stomach to the waistband of the underwear, abruptly shoving it off your hips. “Okay! No more..” You laughed and gently pushed him off. His face filled with disappointment. “We’re going to dinner.”

“You’re such a tease, baby.” Jennie chuckled and kissed at the hickey Jimin left you.

“She just knows how to play her cards.” Jimin watched you with hungry eyes, but he remained off of you. Slipping on the dress, you took their breath away once again.

“I’m so lucky..” Jennie whispered as you touched up your make up. “..to have such a beautiful girlfriend.”

“Can you guys stop staring me down for three seconds and go change?” You laughed at your statues and they both rolled their eyes before proceeding to change.

“How did you manage to book this place?” You played with the pasta on your plate.

“I have my connections.” Jimin cleared his throat, cutting his steak with the lightest glide.

“Plus, you’re special. They know us.” Jennie smiled and fed you a piece of her ravioli. All three of you always ordered the same things at your favorite restaurant. It became your fancier spots to go to when you all came to be one.

“How’s the food?” The chef came out to greet you all, a towel thrown on his shoulder.

Jimin smiled and beckoned his fork, “delicious as usual.”

“What’s the special night?”

Jennie and Jimin exchanged glances, and they both swallowed hard. Jennie’s fake smile plastered uncomfortably on her face, “it’s to appreciate our girl tonight.”

“We’ve been gone for so long, it was time to reconnect with our beautiful girlfriend.” Jimin reached over to hold your hand, his being much colder than usual.

“Young love, it’s great. Wish me and my wife still had that. Enjoy the food and I hope to see you for your birthday.” He tapped your nose and you nodded.

Jennie darted towards Jimin with large worried eyes. “Birthday.” She mouthed discreetly.

Jimin’s head fell back in frustration. “Can we talk, Jen?” He got up and Jennie looked over at you with a sad expression.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s nothing bad.” She said, but her voice was laced with absolute concern.

Your head rested on your palm, afraid of knowing, yet growing tired of understanding. “Don’t be surprised if I’m gone before you two are back.” You sighed sarcastically.

“You won’t.” Jennie pushed in her chair and hurried after Jimin to the front door.

“I might.” You shrugged, knowing that she was too far to hear. Your phone buzzed, the reminder of your next doctor’s appointment in the next couple of days.

You’ve been feeling really weak lately. It takes you forever to walk up the stairs and you’ve been fainting a lot more frequently. At random points, you’d get excruciating pain in upper abdomen that goes into your back. You called your doctor about your weird symptoms, and she wanted you to come in immediately.

While she sounded anxious, you didn’t really bother to care. You also kept it from Jennie and Jimin, you didn’t want them to freak out. Their lives were on a raising path and they’d drop everything in a heartbeat to care for you, even when you had the common flu. It was probably nothing major anyways.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, not looking up from your full plate of food.

“Nothing is wrong.” Jennie aggressively pulled out her chair.

“Are you not hungry?” Jimin asked and you looked up to see how upset they both seemed.

“Not really. I haven’t had an appetite in a while.” You wiped your mouth of any extra sauce and grabbed your things. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Jimin paused before handing you the car keys, a sigh escaping his plump lips. You walked out of the restaurant and hurried to the empty vehicle. You sat in the back because it was usually Jennie and Jimin who sat together. His hand resting on her thigh. Their delicate voices harmoniously mixing with one another. Jennie’s dreamy stares. Jimin’s intense focus. It was always them.

You closed your eyes for a while, waiting. Contemplating. You didn’t want to leave them, everything felt wrong without them there.

The door opened at your side and Jennie joined you in the back. “Hey baby.” She cooed softly.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her.

“Why are you upset?” Jennie’s smooth hand rubbed your exposed thigh.

“Because I thought we were in a relationship.” You crossed your arms.

“We are.” Jimin opened the door right on cue. It was never fun when arguments became 2 to 1.

“So why are you keeping secrets from me? Why the fuck do you two always do this to me? You’ve always been great at it before we were together, and I never called you out on it because – I guess – I didn’t have the right to know. But I’m your girlfriend now. I thought we’d stop the childish hiding.” You groaned, almost moaning the last part when Jennie pressed you through your panties.

“We’ll tell you tonight.” Jennie was mesmerized by what was between your thighs. Jimin’s eyes darted from his middle mirror back to the front.

“You two are not doing this right now.” Jimin groaned, frustrated that he wasn’t allowed any piece of the action.

“Just drive, babe. The more you talk the less you’ll get to experience it.” Jennie stared you down with beautiful, hypnotizing eyes. Her fingers rubbing aggressively against your lingerie.

Any other time, you would’ve stopped her. But they haven’t been intimate with you for an incredibly long time. The sensations felt too good, that you had forgotten how nice it felt. “Jen.. I’m – uh - suppose to be – angry at – you —mmhm – two!” Your head fell back in the seat, her hand spreading your legs wider.

“Let’s fuck out your anger, babygirl.” She batted her long, heavy eyelashes at you. Her slender fingers slipping into your underwear, coating them in your juices. “Or let Jimin and I make it up to you.” She stuck two fingers in you, drinking in your gasps.

“I hate this..” Jimin groaned as he kept trying to peek at the back.

“Focus on driving, Jimin.” Jennie laughed.

“I can’t when I can hear my babygirl moaning like that.” You blushed at his comment and Jennie kissed each blossoming cheek.

“She liked that.” Jennie winked at you and you leaned over to kiss her gently.

“I like the both of you.” You smiled, Jennie removed her fingers. She licked them, and hummed sweetly.

“How are you still the cutest person even when I had my fingers shoved inside of you?” She giggled, pushing you back onto the cushion. She moved your panties to the side, and kissed your clit.

“Baby!” You yelped, static running down your arms and legs. Her tongue being super soft and warm. You being wet. She knew all the right spots of pleasure. You loved when Jennie ate you out because she could relate to which places felt best. Jimin was great at it too, but not knowing the secret spots.

Her mouth was buried into your pussy, devouring your sensitive bud. Her tongue fitting into your tight hole, feeling it swirl and dip in. Your back arched up, everything taking over your tiny body.

“Okay, we’re home now. You two can stop.” Jimin rolled his eyes as the car came to a halt.

Your clit popped right out of Jennie’s mouth, her chin glistening. She fixed your underwear and helped you up. Pulling her in, your lips attacked her’s passionately. She pushed you away softly, chuckling in the process. “I know you’re eager, but Jimin just washed the car.”

“Thank babe. Can we hurry? It’s getting cold. I want to get upstairs as fast as possible.” Jimin whined as he escorted you and Jennie from his sleek, black Mercedes.

“We all know you’re not cold.” Jennie intertwined your fingers with hers.

“Yeah, okay. I want to fuck the shit out of my lovely girlfriends, is that bad?” Jimin wrapped his with your other free hand.

“Patience is key.”

“We’re taking the elevator, I’m done with patience.” Jimin pressed the golden button until one of the doors open and hurriedly pulled you and Jennie inside.

Jimin gently pushed you onto the bed, leaning down to give you inconsistent kisses. You wanted to grab his chiseled face, he didn't allow it. He kept pulling and teasing. Smirking and playing.

"Give her a real kiss, Jimin." Jennie laughed and Jimin listened. His lips were graciously waltzing with your own. His hands were roaming up and down your body, trying to push your dress up. Jimin pulled away and came face to face with your clothed privates.

You were preoccupied by Jennie and how sensual her panties fell from her legs. You heard a ripping noise and you peered down to see the culprit at hand. Jimin was tearing your sweet lace that they bought you, "I liked those..."

"We'll get you another one, honey." He kissed your inner thighs and dove in for a few licks.

"Come here.." You gestured to the naked Jennie, who was rubbing herself to the sight of her boyfriend and girlfriend enjoying themselves. She sat on top of your face, her being already soaked.

You sucked at her clit until she started to grip onto your hair. "Fuck.. That's -- I forget how good you are at this, (Y/N)."

Jimin poked at your entrance, catching you off guard. He entered, slow at first because he knew you had to adjust. His length filled you up impressively, and Jennie leaned down to smack your hard clit. Her tongue traced around your hood before she dove straight for the exposed bud.

“.. this..” Jimin huffed, grabbing your hips aggressively as he began pounding into you, “.. is so hot..”

“You say that every time we all fuck.” You hummed against Jennie and she moaned back to the vibrations.

“Because it never fails to astonish me.” He groaned, his hips gyrating to the point where your skin was tender from the friction. “How good you feel. How much you both turn me on. How beautiful our love is for each other.”

Jimin often spoke a lot during sex. The more he talked, the faster he pounded. The less coherent he was, the closer he was to his high. He had so much love to vocalize and Jennie was a little more of the dominate keen. You were always their precious princess that they needed to please.

“Baby, you’re getting me soft.” Jennie said with a small smile and gave Jimin a small peck. “I love the both of you.” She moaned and planted her hands on Jimin’s ass. She pulled him closer to you, and you felt more stuffed than ever.

She gripped his firm cheeks as she was peaking her high. Hooking onto her thighs, you made sure to keep the same pace as you were before. “Oh kitten, I’m cumming--” Her eyes were closed, breathless as she was. Her back arched, yet she remained holding on.

Her hips were grinding on your face as she cried out, a volcano erupting inside of her. Her tight ball coming undone. You sucked and licked so hard that it was hurting your jaw, but you wanted to milk everything out of her, until she reached her limits.

Her whines become more high pitched as she begged to get off of your face, but you kept her down. Jimin went quicker with the help of Jennie guiding him. “You mean so much to me.. I’m.. wow .. just, -- who would’ve thought -- “

“Baby, okay! I can’t take it anymore.” Jennie chuckled, needing to catch her breath as her legs quivered and squeezed next to your head. She had to push you away and you let go, knowing that she wouldn’t stop shaking for a while.

She kissed your plump, wet lips and brushed away the hair that stuck to your face. “I love you, I love you.”

“Babygirl, you feel--” Jimin gave several final thrusts and Jennie rubbed you in the processes. Her warm fingers caused your back to come off of the bed and your bubble to pop.

“I’m cumming, baby!” You screamed and held onto Jennie’s free hand as she soaked in your weak expression, as it contoured in ecstasy. Jimin kissed up your neck as you squeezed around him.

“Me --” Jimin began, and his final slam caused you to shift upward onto the bed, “--too.”

“That was beautiful.” Jennie smiled and kissed your’s and Jimin’s cheeks. “It’s always the best to watch the final climax.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Jimin helped you off the bed and your legs almost broke down.

You wobbled to the bathroom with the support from your boyfriend. “I love you.” You smiled, unaware of what consequences were going to follow later into the night.

“So this.. secret.. that you two were going to tell me..” You started your sentence as Jennie played with your silky bath robe. Her eyes peered up, panicked, and Jimin caught her expression. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing bad.” Jennie sat up on the mattress that you had managed to fit. Her lights were off and after care was always a big thing for the three of you.

Jimin got up too, his face showing signs of distress. “We’re going away.”

“What?” You asked, anger boiling in your system.

“It’s for our internship. We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon.” Jimin was blunt with the truth.

“For.. how long?” You avoided eye contact, knowing how they were looking at you with their puppy dog eyes. Their innocent, loving eyes.

“For a week.” Jennie wasn’t saying anything, because she knew that she was going to break down. It was your birthday this week and they were going to miss it.

“So.. you spent this entire day with me.. not because you wanted to appreciate me, but because you wanted to pamper me up to tell me bad news?” You got up from the bed to head to the guest room.

Jennie held onto your wrist to stop you, “we did it because we didn’t want you to feel more hurt than you already were. We knew how much we left you, so we thought that we would spend this entire day to make things up for this week.”

You peeled her tight fingers off, “how long were you aware of this trip?”

Jimin and Jennie shared shameful eye contact, and Jimin sighed, “four days ago.”

“So... both of you knew for four days that you were going on a week long trip and didn’t bother to tell me until the day before you two leave? I’m not even mad that you’re missing my birthday, I’m upset because you had so much time to tell me.” You ran into the guest room and locked them out. Their loud footsteps stopped at your door and Jennie’s voice was quivering.

“We were scared that you’d resent us and we’d feel guilty, then end up deciding not to go.”

“When have I ever stopped you two from doing anything?” Hot tears stained your cheeks as you sat with your back against the door. “It’s not the best feeling in the world knowing that you don’t fit into something. That you’re the odd one out. The one left behind. I want to belong in this relationship too.”

“And you do. We love you, (Y/N).” Jimin desperately tried to console you.

“It’s getting harder to believe.” Sniffling, you crawled into your empty bed. Jennie and Jimin’s shadows remained pacing outside.

“Please open up, baby.” Jennie was sobbing, her tears dripping onto the floor.

“You should go to bed, I wouldn’t want you two to miss your flight tomorrow.” Your hit the pillow softly, soaking the cloth with sorrow.

“We’re going to Las Vegas, we’re not flying.” Jimin said and you rolled your eyes.

“I honestly don’t care where you two go at this point!” You shouted, streams falling faster. “I -- let me -- I just want to be alone tonight.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Please don’t be mad at us, we need you, darling.” Jimin whispered, taking over the conversation due to Jennie’s heavy sobs.

You shut them out, not wanting to hear anymore of what they had to say. Closing your eyes, you wondered how everything had gone so terribly wrong. How you started to lose them. How you became the outlier.

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