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squoxle · 2 months

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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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nishiyako · 11 months

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BAKUGO FIC PLS

Dirty Secret (NSFW)

Pairing : FWB!Bakugo x Reader

Tags : Porn with plot, slight angst at the end, blowjob, hand job, riding, femdom if you squint, forbiden, asshole x asshole, booty-call from reader, lingerie on reader, denied romance, hinted Motorcyclist!Bakugo

Summary : After a breakup with Ejiro (your boyfriend of 3 years), you go behind his back and seduce his best friend Katsuki. Months later, you send your lover a dirty picture of yourself, inviting him to come over.

It was late, yet that didn't stop you from sending one of your friends a picture.

A picture of you kneeling infront of a mirror, wearing your strapy lingerie that hugged every dip and curve of your body, red silk and mesh pressed against your soft skin, covering what little dignity you had with a text that read "come over?"

"omw" three little letters on your screen sent shivers up your spine.

You on your bed, still dressed in the lacey garments as you kept yourself busy with your phone.

You hear the door unlock, Bakugo used his spare key to enter as he placed his motorcycle helmet and jacket on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, I'm here!" He yelled, as he didn't see you in the living room. You opened your bedroom door, leaning on the frame as you waited for him to make eye contact with you.

Once he turned to you his lips curled to his signature devilish smile as he followed you, like you had a leash on him.

He knows he shouldn't be at your place, not after what you did to his best friend Ejiro.

A few months ago, you broke his heart.

His girlfriend of 3 years was cheating on him almost every weekend with random dudes, when Katsuki went to your place to pick up Kirishimas stuff (Kiri didn't even want to be in the room as you).

Bakugo saw you. Half awake, silky robe exposing your shoulders yet the band clinged tightly to your waist.

Even though it was your fault, you were still so adorable when you were crying, tear drops falling into your cup of camomile tea.

The comfort he gave you wasent the most traditional.

Fucking you over your kitchen counter as Ejiros things were waiting in their boxes.

After that afternoon, he couldn't get enough. Responding to your texts at 2AM, coming over like a victim of a spell.

If you told him you were a succubus he wouldn't be suprised.

•••

You lured him into the bedroom with a kiss, sitting him down in the bed as your hands found the tent in his baggy pants.

Unzipping the jeans as you distracted him with your lips, it then broke when he felt your warm hands alredy stroking him.

You heard him curse under his breath as you got on your knees, Teasing kitten licks on his cock.

His hands taking a handful of your hair, controlling your heads movements.

You took him in, alredy greedy for more.

He watched your cheeks hollow as your tongue teased every gland on his shaft, throwing his head back from the pleasure.

Stealing every thought from his mind, you we're addictive. Every gut wrenching comute he made was worth it.

Your needy whimpers only made it better, sending vibrations through the skin, piercing your influence deeper into his voided mind.

He was on the silky sheets, guilty groans only growing louder the deeper you took him in.

You pulled your head back, sting on saliva on your lips cutting as you straddled his hips lining up your entrance.

He was a fool if he though all you wanted to do was service him, you only call him over to satisfy your hunger. He was the only one who could.

He was also the only one who could handle you. Fucking you until you'd wake up sore, alone in your room not knowing if you had regret or a need for more.

You toped him over, his body so helpless under yours as you sank onto him, a familiar moan slipping through your lips.

You held his hands for support bouncing on him in jolts of energy, his red eyes tracing the lace on your chest, straps falling off your shoulders as your panties were lazily disregarded on the floor.

It was wrong but it still felt good.

Making him hit your sweet spot over and over again making you feel a little dizzy each time.

It took him what little self control he had left to not cum everytime you moaned his name so carelessly loud it threatened to wake up your peaceful neighbors.

Your filthy bounces only edging you on more with a knot that threatened to snap at any moment.

Clenching around Bakugo so nicely, it was like he fainally met his match.

Your eyes watched his various expressions, you rode him faster as you came close to your edge. you treated him like a toy, something to use and you knew he liked it.

Fainally bringing him down a peg as the cocky badass exterior crumbled in your hands, his loud mouth only slurring praises of your name and how good your pussy is.

His watched you in awe as his eyes pleaded for release, knowing he would never admit it.

Your legs started to tire as you felt a knot form in your stomach. You felt him thrusting up, matching your rythim only making him go in deeper.

His grip on your hands only strengthened as a sign of his limits, a glimmer of sweat on his forehead as his blonde hair was scattered against the bed.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, body twitching from the pleasure.

Your eyes met his, giving him the go ahead.

You leaned lower, your hands pawing at his broad chest as he held your hips controlling your rhythm, he really was a control freak sometimes. Especially when it came to you, you were alredy perfect but the fact the both of you could control and bend eachother to your own willingness added to the allure.

Your breathy moans against his quivering lips, only a slight distance from eachother.

The eye contact was painful, the betrayal he hid from his bestfriend only made everything feel better.

He closed the distance, lips clashing into yours as he reached his limit, joining yours.

Shakey breathes as your body went weak, shivers on your skin as he held you close during the painful pleasure.

You broke from the kiss, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck, your ears picking up on his heavy breaths.

•••

You watched Katsuki fix his things in the living room as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom in the same robe you seduced him with.

A cigarette that laid snuggly in between your fingers as you puffed out the thick gray smoke, "Leaving so soon?" You asked, voice as soft and silky.

"You expect cuddles or something?" Bakugo asked alredy knowing the answer, sure you weren't the type for intamacy but it would've been nice if he atlest considered it.

A strange passive aggressive tone in his sentence as he twisted the door knob.

He left without even looking back to see your hurt expression. he closed the door, like a barrier a reminder that the both of you couldnt be anything more.

You put your cigarette out and threw it on the cigarette tray on your bedstand. You laid down on your sheets, falling asleep only to wake up tomorrow alone, again.

A/N : Thank you for the ask, Anon!

If you guys enjoyed this piece, dw cause there's a lot of Bakugo fics on the way!

#mha smut #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki smut

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gnrlove1987 · 1 year

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Above the roar of the motorcycles and the hum of the crowds, Axl watched you, almost mesmerized, as you rode in what has been affectionately termed 'the globe of death', riding in a mesh sphere ball along with the other stunt drivers.

You finished your stunt performance and walked off the bike into a cheering crowd, dizzy but on an adrenaline high.

In front of the circus tent, you sucked on a lollipop. It was your tradition after a successful show. As you leaned against the tent, he came swaggering up to you and stood in the spot next to you.

"Hey" he offered, to which you parroted back.

You then added, "You look familiar."

"We performed a couple hours ago." he nonchalantly replied.

"No, that's not it. " you then thought for a moment. "I know where I saw you, you were on Headbanger's Ball."

He smiled, seemingly pleased that you recognized him. You got the impression that it didn't happen to him often.

"You got me" he cooly responded.

For a beat you stared at each other, looking each other over as the sounds of music, people laughing, and screaming kids on roller coasters played off in the distance.

"You here alone?" you asked.

He nodded. You then took the sucker out of your mouth and put it to his. He accepted it, putting his mouth around the entirety of the lollipop. You took it out slowly and put it back in your mouth, never breaking his eye contact.

"You wanna ride something" he questioned with a smirk.

You weren't sure what he was actually asking beneath the possible innuendo but either way the answer was yes.

He took your hand and led you to a ferris wheel. You braced yourself before getting on.

"Are you scared?" he asked with a laugh.

You shrugged, embarrassed to admit it.

"I just watched you ride a motorcycle in a metal death trap and you're scared of a ferris wheel?" he playfully teased.

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't worry" he assured softly, putting his hands on your hips, "I'll keep you safe." he said as he brought you closer and onto the ride car.

Your mind was off your fear for a minute when he started to kiss your neck, laying soft kisses along your jaw as he gently pushed your hair back. His cinnamon and whiskey-tinted breath was hot against you as you turned towards him and enveloped his lips with yours.

Interrupting though was the ricketing of the metal car.

Accidentally breaking up the kiss, you screeched "aaahh" at the abrupt and scary movement of the car.

Mortified, you looked over at Axl who was smiling at you, trying to contain a laugh.

Doing your best to hold onto a shred of cool, you regained your composure and said, "I thought you were going to keep me safe, huh?"

"I am but I think I need to get your mind off it all.” He smirked.

He resumed his kissing except now he rubbed the palm of his hand against the front of your leather pants.

He broke from kissing your neck to ask, "This ok?"

You nodded and moved your hands smoothly under his muscle tee, feeling his hard body and soft skin, resting them on his chest.

He then slipped his hand under your waistband and you felt his digits inside of you. You moaned just as he laid his mouth over yours. He knew all the right spots, moving his fingers in the perfect motions. Your breaths were quickening and you could feel your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

Breathlessly you got out "I'm gonna... I'm gon-"

"Do it, baby." he spoke into your ear.

He gave his last couple of motions and you released around his fingers.

"Now my turn" he cooed.

You kissed his cheeks and worked your way down to the column of his neck, putting your hand on his thigh and slowly moved up, feeling him get hard under your hand.

Just as you were about to slip your hand under his own leather pants, the ride car door jarred open. You gasped and found that you were back on land where a teenage carnival worker impatiently waited for you to get off the ride. You had made it almost the whole ride without even noticing what was happening around you, let alone being scared.

Axl's head was exasperatedly leaned back, trying to calm his breath that had gone ragged when your lips were roaming around him. He rolled his eyes at the bossy ferris wheel worker yelling at him to get off the ride. He then looked to you.

"I told you I'd get your mind off it." he said as he slyly smiled.

You turned to the teen tapping his foot rudely and told him "We're going to go again" as you shut the wheel door behind you.

Axl smiled at you as the car started to move again, happy that you were the kind of person to finish what they started.

#axl rose x reader #axl rose fanfiction #axl rose imagine #axl rose x you #axl rose fanfic #guns n roses fanfiction #axl rose smut

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unfriendlyamazon · 23 days

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Find Your Flag (gen fanfic)

i was thinking of saving this but since @kaijous posted their bi pride yugi i'll post my bi pride tristan. a little exchange we did to celebrate our favorite bisexuals in this fandom

characters: Tristan Taylor, Yugi Muto, Joey Wheeler, Anzu Mazaki, Miho Nosaka, Duke Devlin & Seto Kaiba (mentions)

rating: G

summary:

As Domino City ramps up for its first pride event, Tristan can't help but feel a little anxiety.

Tristan took the side roads to Kame Game, his motorcycle puttering along with the increased traffic. Most of the main roads in Domino’s downtown were already cornered off, pushing motorists to wind through the streets. He caught glimpses of the main thoroughfare as it was being set up. Floats were being readied, and workers in bright t-shirts directed pedestrians off the main road. Music blared from all over, and the parade would end at the entrance gates to Kaibaland, which had free entry all day. Domino City’s first pride event was shaping up to be one for the history books.

And of course the crew was going wild. Duke’s game shop was along the parade route, and they’d secured a float, meaning they’d been traipsing around in a full ball gown for a week to get ready. Anzu and Miho had spent the morning at Kaibaland, dressed in oranges and pinks with flowers in their hair. They’d meet the boys when the parade was ready to start, which was why Tristan was heading over to Yugi’s with still a few hours to go. Joey’d slept over at Yugi’s to avoid the disrupted bus schedule, and he’d already gotten plenty of pics of them preparing their outfits. Tristan lagged behind, a little less enthusiastic than his friends. He was happy the parade was happening, and the whole thing had those Kaiba flourishes that really made it pop, but the truth was, he didn’t know if he was ready to take it to the streets. He’d only started admitting he was bisexual last year. Now the whole city was waiting for him to come out of the closet, fishnet shirt and bisexual pasties included.

He parked the bike and waved to Grandpa as he started up the steps to the upstairs apartment. Pride flags fluttered outside of Kame Game, and someone had draped a trans flag over a cardboard standee of Yugi. Some kids were taking pictures with it. He didn’t bother to knock as he pushed open the door to the comfy living space. Music carried from Yugi’s room, where Yugi and Joey were laughing on his bed. Both sat up as Tristan came in.

“The big man’s here!” Joey shouted. “I thought you were gonna bail.”

Tristan gave his best smile. “On Domino’s first pride? It’s a historic occasion.”

“Kaiba really went all out,” Yugi said, jumping from the bed. “He’s grand marshalling the whole thing.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Tristan said.

“Did you see the photos he posted?” Joey nudged his buddy. “He’s kinda hot as a girl.”

Tristan rolled his eyes and shoved him down, earning another peal of laughter. Yugi grabbed a handful of shirts from a discarded pile and held them up to Tristan.

“I went thrifting with Anzu,” he said. “You said you didn’t know what to wear.”

Tristan’s eyes swam with the options in front of him. Yugi definitely had his style, and he’d gone with a mesh shirt pleather pants for himself, crisscrossed with strips of fabric in dark colors of the bisexual flag. He’d done his hair at full spikiness, with enough gel to probably hurt someone if they got too close. A spiked collar and several chains hung down from his throat. The clothes he’d picked out, he’d at least gone more subtle on. Strips of fabric in dark pinks and blues on clothes where he’d definitely guessed the size.

“Thanks,” Tristan said, “but I think I’m just gonna wear this.”

He felt them both sizing up his current look. He’d stripped the motorcycle jacket off, and he’d gone with a simple blue button up and his usual jeans. The two glanced at each other, and Joey shrugged.

“Whatever works, big man.” He slapped a hand on Tristan’s back. “Show me what you got for me.”

Yugi brightened and untangled more outfits. Tristan sat back as they chattered together, holding up clothes, laughing at the stupid stuff they said. It was easy to let them caught up in whatever they were doing, so he could focus on breathing. He wished this whole thing wasn’t giving him anxiety. He wanted to join in with his friends, laugh and share and feel pride, but with every news camera and Instagram post he felt his fear rising. It wasn’t like his parents would see him front and center. It wasn’t like his buddies at the garage would just know. But they might. For so long Tristan had wrapped himself in the blanket of I have gay friends, and that shield was slowly disappearing. Now he’d be in the crowd, with the world watching.

No pressure.

He startled as Joey dropped down onto the bed beside him. Yugi was in the bathroom, applying his makeup, but it was as private a moment as the two were gonna get that day.

“You okay?” Joey asked.

Tristan grinned at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He tilted his head, but didn’t say anything. After a few beats, he jumped up again, grabbing a tin from Yugi’s bedside and shoving it at Tristan.

“Gramps dug these out,” he said. “Vintage pride buttons.”

Tristan glanced at him as opened the tin. Buttons of varying size were collected among other trinkets. They came in all sorts of colors, bearing slogans like CURE AIDS NOW and GAY POWER. Lesbian and gay and liberation mixed together. Joey reached in, snagging a button and holding it out to Tristan.

“I know you’re not the flashiest guy,” he said, “but I thought you’d wanna wear that one.”

Tristan turned it over in his hands. The metal had tarnished on the back, and it was clearly homemade. The front was black, with a pink and blue triangle intersecting each other. The wording was simple: BISEXUAL PRIDE!

“If you want,” Joey said. “No pressure.”

Tristan wondered briefly where the elder Muto had picked these up, if it’d been a passing fancy, or an intentional collection. Maybe he’d felt the same way Tristan did holding it. Someone had made this, crafted it, shared it with the world, in a time where wearing a button like this was the bravest thing you could do. He closed his fist around it and smiled up at Joey.

“Thanks,” he said.

A knock against the bathroom door made them both look up. Yugi waved his phone at them.

“Anzu just texted,” he said. “She and Miho are heading this way.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll put on some clothes,” Joey groaned.

Yugi helped him worm into a top that showed off his top surgery scars, and he’d switched out the laces of sneakers with rainbow themed ones. He was digging through Yugi’s body glitter collection as Tristan opened his palm to look at the button again. Anzu and Miho’s voices carried from the doorway, and he smiled, lifting the button to his chest and pinning it into his shirt.

“Are we ready?” Anzu called, hands on hips, bossy as always.

Yugi bounded towards her, and Joey glanced at Tristan as he got to his feet.

“Yeah,” Tristan said. “I’m ready.”

Joey grinned at him, and together they all headed out onto the street, hand in hand, ready to face the world.

#the gangs all here #tristan taylor #honda hiroto #do i imagine grandpa at haight ashbury for san francisco pride with his not boyfriend arthur hawkins #i don't know you tell me #lot of headcanons in this one #yu gi oh #my fanfic

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misslavenderlady · 9 months

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just a question but where did you get your lost boys cc

Hi @dominiquestileslove! I'm so sorry for the delay answering this! I finally got a proper computer again, and after doing some hunting, I put together this special list together. Thank you for your patience!

All of them:

EYES - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-costumemakeup/title/frs-devil-s-eyes/id/1522235/

NAILS - https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/272693/blahberry-pancake-long-natural-nails-male-sims4

FANGS - https://daffodilyilysims.tumblr.com/post/630975450478428160/the-lost-boys-fangs-revamped

MOTORCYCLES - https://modthesims.info/d/635798/rideable-motorcycle-the-beast-modification.html

SMOKING - https://basementalcc.com/adult_mods/basemental-drugs/ (21+ only)

HEIGHT CHANGE - https://luumiasims.com/post/174867678324/height-slider-a-slider-that-changes-the-height-of

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David:

COAT - https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/187923/open-coat-sims4

EARRING: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-earrings/title/single-long-earring-for-boys/id/1519460/

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Paul:

HAIR - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-male/title/kayn-hair/id/1413306/

FISHNET SHIRT - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/fishnet-shirt-10-colors/id/1306461/

COAT - https://simfileshare.net/download/909397/

EARRING - https://sims4studio.com/thread/4520/mathcopes-studio?page=4&scrollTo=116517

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Marko:

GLOVES - https://www.patreon.com/posts/gloves-45286108?epik=dj0yJnU9ZFZ5T2ZyOU51UVJteXhVdVd6S1NrNTVpS2tINUNKMWEmcD0wJm49eGpiRVdxbERuMWpNMGZtQ2dnM2xQZyZ0PUFBQUFBR1QwcTZB

PANTS - https://modthesims.info/d/622788/leather-chaps-reworked-updated-05-25-2019.html

HAIR - https://www.simfileshare.net/download/1127410/

EARRINGS - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/unisex-skull-pendant-earrings/id/1608463/

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Dwayne:

HAIR - https://www.patreon.com/posts/22105844?epik=dj0yJnU9QVdhOTFOSjl2N1VXWGg3SjZvT2dEeEdNM3lrWWdFUUkmcD0wJm49b2FNRHIyT3hEaUdfamRkLThKRUVOdyZ0PUFBQUFBR1Qwcm4w

mesh required for it: https://www.patreon.com/posts/shun-hair-20270601

JACKET - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/biker-jacket--acc/id/1491517/

FLAG - https://lifesimmerscc.tumblr.com/post/145359346064/sabrinas-ya-flannel-all-credits-go-to-tamo

EARRINGS - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/natalis-vampire-teeth-earrings/id/1510562/

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Michael:

HAIR - https://www.patreon.com/posts/32855743?epik=dj0yJnU9eDRpYWcxbmtyVXBQLTNVS3hlTWJ0ZUdLNnJTeHVMbHQmcD0wJm49endQUHBKSklCTUZsUDN2XzhhdjZtUSZ0PUFBQUFBR1QwdGhN

#lavender lady rambles #the lost boys #tlb #sims 4

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licncourt · 2 years

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Well now I MUST know about the NPC outfits!

Okay so I created some approximate visual aids

My go to for Louis is always some kind of billowy top (usually poet shirt or loose sweater) tucked into very fitted, high-waisted trousers or black jeans with a long tailored coat and Balmoral boots. Basically a modern version of the silhouette he grew up with (flowy shirt, tight pants, frock coat, boots)

Lestat's look is very 80s inspired whether I'm imagining him IN the 80s or not (though I do think he'd like to try out trends). He gets a flashy top of some kind (usually bright patterned silk, see-through mesh, etc) or a graphic tee, light wash skinny jeans, a bomber jacket (denim or leather), and motorcycle boots. He's still living his rock star fantasy

Basically if I don't describe what they're wearing in a fic and it takes place post-IWTV, you can just imagine this because that's probably what I was thinking of

#now i want to make moodboards out of the lookbooks i have for them on pinterest #answered

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wanderingaldecaldo · 2 years

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Mitch Anderson - Alternate Outfit(s)

Let Mitch look nice, dammit!

Everyone's favorite nomad Mitch deserves to get out of that dingy coverall once in a while. Includes new "motorcycle" outfit with jacket, leather pants, bandana, riding gloves, and two shirt options; also includes his iconic default outfit with my jacket mesh fix; plus AMM toggles for both outfits.

DOWNLOAD HERE

Thanks to @bnbc, @gloryride, and @atomiclaziness for testing and to @bnbc in particular for this adorable pic!! 😍

#let him have chest hair too dammit #mitch anderson #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk modding #cyberpunk mods #cyberpunk 2077 mods #mods i made #my modded mitch #valerie vermilion #mitch x v #mitch x fem v #that ballcap #ship: born to run #mitch x val

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basketofverbiage · 2 years

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Skeletons in the Closet

Well, I’m supposed to be working on the next Face Down chapter, but I can’t stop thinking about this. So, here’s the first chapter.

From the time that Taehyung had presented as an omega at 13, he’d wanted to have pups. He’d stand naked in front of the mirror after showering, letting his hands rub his still flat stomach and imagine what it would be like to be pregnant. He imagined the joy on his mate’s face when he told them, speaking softly to the delicate bump in the first few months, and how it would feel for the pup to move for the first time. Taehyung had dreamed of having a pup so often as a young omega. His own eomma told him that it was something most omegas would ponder on, but not like Taehyung. When she had walked in and caught him daydreaming and stroking his stomach, she’d tried to discourage his overactive imagination. She’d scolded him the second time she caught him, so he’d wait and do it when no one else was home. There were also a few times at school when he’d done it after cheerleading practice when he was able to shower alone.

Taehyung had never told any of the people he dated how badly he wanted a pup. Even the sweet female alpha, Eunji, he spent his heats with when he was old enough to have a heat partner. He kept it buried in his chest, a treasured secret only he needed to know. Until he met Yoongi.

Honestly, Taehyung had thought the stories his halmeoni had told him when he was a tiny pup about soulmates being real was bullshit until he went to a party his freshman year of college with his roommate; Yoongi walked in and the world around him stopped moving when their eyes met. He’d been standing in the corner nursing his only cup of somaek for the evening chatting quietly with Jimin. He and Jimin had clicked immediately from the first time they met, so he’d been holding his cup giving Jimin a pep talk to go speak with the cute upper classman he liked from his dance class. Their friend, Bogum, was hosting the party, and when he swiftly walked over to throw his arm around a taller man, Taehyung’s eyes followed the motion. Beside the person Bogum was enthusiastically hugging was literally the most gorgeous alpha Taehyung had ever seen. He was a couple inches shorter than Taehyung and adorned in all black leather, a motorcycle helmet under his arm. Taehyung scolded himself for staring for a moment until the man looked up and met his eyes from under the brim of a black ball cap he’d slung over horrible helmet hair.

He'd been gorgeous with his broad shoulder line and painted-on leather pants, but when he looked up and Taehyung’s eyes met onyx his breath caught in his throat. The eyes gazing into his own were sharp and prettily shaped but held the spark of mischievous intelligence. Taehyung’s mouth dropped open a little when those eyes skirted down his face to trail down his body, taking in the outfit Jimin had insisted he wear: a silky black button down tucked neatly into a pair of Jimin’s own skinny jeans. The man’s eyes stuttered a little on the upswing at 3 undone top buttons that revealed a flimsy red mesh undershirt, then stayed on Taehyung’s lips coated in a fine layer of soft red lip stain for a few seconds too long before looking into Taehyung’s eyes again and smirking a devilish half smile. Honestly, Taehyung pinched himself hard when he crossed the room to stand right in front of Taehyung.

“Hi,” he drawled.

When he got close, Taehyung shivered when the alpha’s scent washed over him. Taehyung had grown up on a farm in Daegu situated on the edge of a forest, and this alpha smelled so good. This alpha smelled like standing in the forest in the middle of a rainstorm, and to a country boy who’d grown up romping through a forest constantly, this alpha smelled like home. Mine, his omega chirped in the back of his mind.

“Hi,” Taehyung replied after a moment of letting his brain restart.

The alpha laughed silently at that. “I’m Yoongi. What’s your name, Tulip?”

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s heart stuttered again in his chest at the pet name. No one had ever called him anything remotely like one of the prettiest flowers in his halabeoji’s garden before. Over the course of the next several hours, the two talked about anything and everything from the corner of Bogum’s flat while the party went on around them. Taehyung learned that Yoongi was also from Daegu, having grown up closer to the city center. He wasn’t a college student anymore as he'd graduated early into an internship but was still super active in the underground rap scene around Seoul and wrote his own music. He was determined to make it as a rapper, and his passion shone in his eyes as a fierceness Taehyung had never seen in anyone else. They talked about everything from their favorite foods to their wildest dreams (Yoongi to be a rapper and Taehyung to have his own clothing line) to their favorite cafes around the city. Before either of them realized it, the night was winding down. At some point, Jimin had gotten the nerve up to go and dance with Taemin and had gone home with him. When the party started to thin out, Taehyung glanced at his phone to find it was nearing 3 am.

“Wow. I didn’t realize how late it was,” Yoongi said after seeing the time on Taehyung’s device. “Let me take you home, Tulip. It’s too late for a flower as gorgeous as you to be roaming the streets alone.”

Honestly, it wouldn’t have taken much convincing for Taehyung to go along with him but being called gorgeous sealed the deal. Taehyung had grown accustomed to being called “pretty,” “a perfect omega specimen,” and other slightly demeaning things over the course of his life by alphas who just wanted to knot him. But Yoongi was sincere. He wore his emotional honesty on his face and Taehyung was sure he’d never be able to lie to him. So, when Yoongi took his hand and led him out the door to where he’d parked a sleek black street bike and wrapped him in his own jacket before placing an extra helmet on his head, Taehyung let him. It genuinely felt good to let an alpha take care of him for once. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist as he drove them the long way back to Taehyung’s apartment and gloried in the way Yoongi’s scent spiked a little when Taehyung rested his head gently on his shoulder.

When Yoongi pulled in front of Taehyung’s building and turned his bike off to walk him to the door, Taehyung’s omega piped up again to say, “Mine.” Taehyung had been ignoring that feeling until they got to the door and Taehyung slid the leather jacket off to give back.

“Keep it, Tulip. Wear it until our first date. Then I can wear it once it’s soaked in your scent so that the whole city knows I belong to you,” he’d growled against Taehyung’s lips before finally kissing him.

Taehyung had honestly expected the kiss to be devouring by the growl that had crept into Yoongi’s voice, but it wasn’t. Yoongi’s lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet. Taehyung could taste the glass of whiskey Yoongi had sipped from during the party as he sucked the flavor off Yoongi’s tongue. The kiss made Taehyung more drunk than alcohol ever had as he slowly sank into the swirl of scent whipping around him from Yoongi’s strong arms around his waist. Yoongi nibbled on his bottom lip, then pulled back from the kiss to press his forehead to Taehyung’s collarbones.

“Can I scent you, Tulip?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” Taehyung sighed back. “Please, Alpha.”

Yoongi took his time rubbing his face slowly into the dip of Taehyung’s throat and licked softly across his scent gland. He thoroughly mixed his strong forest scent across both sides of his neck and pulled down the neckline of his undershirt to bite down on his skin, laving his tongue across the mark. The light pine scent mingled perfectly with Taehyung’s sweet amber scent and blossomed heady into the air around them. Taehyung was trembling with want when Yoongi finally pulled back to stare into his eyes.

“I’ll call you later today, sweet Tulip. Sleep well.”

Taehyung had stepped into the door of his apartment building but peeked through the window in the door as Yoongi sauntered back to his bike and grabbed the helmet Taehyung had worn. Yoongi giggled and buried his nose into the helmet to get a whiff of Taehyung’s natural fragrance before putting the helmet onto his own head. Watching the alpha wear the helmet that Yoongi had snapped onto Taehyung’s own head just to be close to him a little longer made Taehyung’s heart thump in his chest. After Yoongi started his motorcycle and headed out, Taehyung had walked to his second-floor apartment. He forewent showering when getting ready for bed so that Yoongi’s scent would linger on his skin. He started to lay down in his bed without it but seeing the leather jacket slung across his desk chair made his heart thump, so before he laid down he grabbed the jacket and wrapped it across his shoulders instead of a blanket. He fell asleep that night with his nose buried in the collar where it had stroked against Yoongi’s scent gland.

The next morning, Taehyung had startled awake when Jimin jumped on top of him.

“Who’s jacket do you have, Tae Bear? Did you go home with someone?” Jimin asked as they cuddled in Taehyung’s bed.

Taehyung told him all about meeting Yoongi and how they’d talked all night, about the kiss, and about his intimate scenting before leaving. In the middle of Jimin telling him all about how his night with Taemin had been, Taehyung’s phone lit up with a text.

“God, Tulip. What have you done to me? I can’t stop thinking of you.”

That random meeting was followed by 2 whirlwind weeks of dates: a picnic by the Han River, cooking dinner together at Yoongi’s apartment, taking long walks through campus after Yoongi picked Taehyung up for class, coffee-and-cocoa dates, and one early morning breakfast date when Yoongi had been in the studio all night. It culminated in Yoongi inviting Taehyung and Jimin to come watch him battle at an underground rap club in a slightly seedy part of Seoul. He invited Taehyung into his world and Taehyung nearly combusted when Yoongi got on stage, challenged to a rap battle by some punk called B. Free. Yoongi ate him up and spat him out on stage in front of a screaming crowd. When the MC called the battle in Yoongi’s favor, Taehyung felt the first droplets of slick slide down the inside of his thighs. And when Yoongi leapt off stage and pressed Taehyung to the bar with sweat sliding down his temple from the stage lights, Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from kissing him with more feral desire and less finesse than he’d wanted. They left the club right then, Jimin heading to Taemin’s apartment to watch a movie together and Taehyung to spend the night under Yoongi.

The next morning, they showered together. Yoongi washed the sweat and the mix of their cum from Taehyung’s thighs and pressed kisses to the hickies littering his skin.

“Tulip, I need you to be mine. Will you?” Yoongi asked him as he knelt between Taehyung’s thighs after their shower where he’d stooped down to rub lotion on his legs.

“God, Alpha. I thought you’d never ask,” Taehyung groaned back before kissing Yoongi deeply.

They were practically inseparable after that. Even when they had differing opinions or arguments, they had a rule that they wouldn’t sleep until the issue was resolved. This rule served them super well and held them together through so much, including the death of Taehyung’s grandparents, Yoongi doing a second internship in Los Angeles, and Taehyung struggling through his finals to graduate with his fashion design degree.

They moved in together as soon as Yoongi came back from America. He’d done the internship as a producer for other people, but he still desperately wanted to be a rapper. So, he worked part time as a producer, but still did the grind at the underground rap clubs in Seoul, winning a few prize pools and slowly building an underground fan base as Agust D. At the same time, Taehyung worked his ass off to graduate then got a part time job as a barista so he could help with rent and groceries even as he searched for a job in fashion.

Taehyung and Yoongi struggled for a year to make a name for themselves in their own industries. Taehyung hadn’t had much success, but after nearly 15 months of throwing himself into major underground rap competitions, Yoongi got scouted. He went to multiple meetings with the executives at Assassination Records and the night that Yoongi signed the contract is the day he learned Taehyung’s secret.

Taehyung was standing naked in their bedroom, having just showered and rubbed the unscented baby lotion he loved across his skin. He stood, just staring at the full-length mirror at the corner of their bedroom, running his hands across his stomach and dreaming of having a pup. He had just turned to the side to look at the softness of his lower stomach, where he knew his womb was tucked safely behind the skin. He stroked lovingly across the soft skin and imagined the joy of a life growing inside him. And for the first time ever, he had a face for the alpha who’d give him a pup. Yoongi. Yoongi would be so excited and overjoyed. Taehyung had had the honor of watching Yoongi hold his brother’s new pup just hours after she was born and how he held her close and pressed his nose into the newborn-silky hair, sharply inhaling the distinct mingled scent of her parents and the gentle milky undertones of a new pup. Yoongi had held her for hours and whispered mellow secrets to her in his raspy voice while his brother and his mate took a long nap after a difficult birth.

Taehyung was lost in his daydreams of giving his alpha a pup of his own when Yoongi startled him out of them. Yoongi slipped into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around his omega’s waist, snuggling into his scent before speaking. “Whatcha thinking about, Tulip?”

“About how it will feel when I’m pregnant. How I can’t wait to carry our pups,” Taehyung murmured back.

Yoongi’s scent spiked at his admission. “You want alpha to give you a pup, Tulip?”

“Please? Please, Alpha. Want a pup.”

Taehyung knew that it shouldn’t be possible for him to get pregnant at this point, since he was on birth control, and they usually used condoms for ease of clean up. But something about Taehyung begging for Yoongi to give him a pup unleashed something in Yoongi. He felt nearly feral as he walked Taehyung over to their bed and laid him down on his back.

“Alright, Tulip. Alpha will give you a pup,” he growled into the skin of Taehyung’s abdomen.

Before the night was over, they’d fucked so many times that Taehyung honestly couldn’t count how many times Yoongi had cum inside him. It had been nearly like Yoongi had been tossed into rut by his admission that he’d wanted a pup so much. As they laid in each other’s arms, slightly sticky from still drying sweat, they talked softly about their future and the contract that Yoongi had signed. Yoongi had argued for several weeks to make sure that a dating ban wasn’t written into the contract because he refused to give Taehyung up in order to achieve his dream. Taehyung fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning with his alpha spooned to his back and his alpha’s callused hands slowly stroking his abdomen where a pup might grow.

A few weeks passed where Taehyung didn’t give their night together too much thought. Yoongi brought him with him to give him a tour of the record label building and make sure that he was put on the short list of outsiders allowed to access it and contact him at any time. Yoongi had told his new managers and the executive that scouted him that Taehyung was his number one priority and he’d always come first. He thought they’d understood where he stood, even if they couldn’t fathom why. As far as Yoongi was concerned, Taehyung was his soulmate and as soon as his debut was secured, he was going to mate him and make him his Tulip forever.

Then Taehyung got sick. The first time he woke up to vomit out his insides at an obscene hour of the morning, he literally just thought he had food poisoning. They’d gone to dinner at a new café two nights ago, so Taehyung just assumed something about the food had disagreed with him. But it kept happening for a solid week and a half. Every morning would find him violently expelling the previous night’s dinner into the toilet while Yoongi worried and fussed and rubbed his back.

“Tulip, please. Call your doctor. I’m going insane with worry,” he’d begged.

“Okay. I’ll call as soon as they open. But you have to get going. Jiwoon will kill you if you’re late to recording today,” Taehyung had said.

Jiwoon, Yoongi’s manager, made Taehyung very uncomfortable. He stared at Taehyung like the omega was a cockroach crawling into his dinner every time Taehyung dropped by the studio to see Yoongi. He never just showed up, knowing that his wonderful soulmate was hard at work on his debut album, and he never stayed long enough to disrupt the process. He’d drop in long enough to bring Yoongi an Americano from his part time job and kiss him goodbye or on nights when Yoongi was going to be late, he’d pop in to drop off dinner for Yoongi and the other producer he’d been working with. But Jiwoon would look at Taehyung like he was disgusting or make snide comments about omegas not knowing their place in the kitchen. Yoongi tolerated the comments because he was working his ass off to debut, but that didn’t mean he didn’t glare at the other alpha every time. No one was allowed to speak of Taehyung that way.

So, the day that Taehyung found out his dream had come true by some miracle of his failed birth control, Taehyung couldn’t wait to tell his alpha about the pup. He left his doctor’s office with the positive test result and a tiny ultrasound photo of a tiny bean-shaped pod and went straight to the Assassination records building to surprise Yoongi. Taehyung had his phone in his hand, and they’d always shared their locations with each other. It was something that kept Yoongi’s anxiety levels when they were approaching Yoongi’s rut and Taehyung’s quarter annual heats at a manageable level. Taehyung walked into the front office building, smiling at the sweet receptionist manning the front desk and started toward the elevator. He’d almost made it there when someone grabbed his arm and jerked him into an empty workroom.

Jiwoon and some big thug that Taehyung had never seen before were the ones who drug him into the room. Luckily, Taehyung had tucked the results and ultrasound photo into his back pocket when he left the doctor’s office so Jiwoon couldn’t see them.

“What are you doing, Jiwoon-ssi? I just need to speak with my alpha for a moment. I’ll be quick I promise.”

“That’s the thing, Omega. You aren’t seeing him today. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave while you still can,” Jiwoon growled.

He motioned to the thug in the room, who slapped Taehyung hard across the face twice. Taehyung instantly pulled back and rushed to the door to try to escape. He needed to get out of here to protect their pup. Before he could reach the door, the big alpha grabbed his arm and jerked him back into the room, holding his arms behind his back.

“Here’s the deal, you power hungry slut,” Jiwoon said as he grabbed Taehyung’s phone out of his hand. He dropped the device on the floor and stomped on it until his boots shattered the screen and bits of plastic popped off the side. “If you don’t leave, I’ll do that to you. Yoongi signed a contact with me, and he doesn’t need some little whore distracting him. So if you leave today, I won’t break you like I broke your phone.”

Taehyung had tears sliding down his cheeks and his left eye was beginning to swell from how hard he’d been hit. He just nodded and said, “Okay. I’ll go.”

“Never contact him again, Whore. Or I’ll make you disappear. Permanently. Yoongi is about to make me a ton of money.”

As soon as the alpha gripping his arms released him, Taehyung ran. He ran out the door and towards the entrance to the building. The receptionist had gone to lunch, so he didn’t encounter anyone else as he left the building. He ran a couple of blocks from the building before his terror and need to protect the pup growing inside him allowed him to slow down and flag down a cab. The taxi driver asked him if he was alright upon seeing the slowly darkening black eye and inhaling the overwhelming distressed omega scent in his car. Taehyung was barely able to get out the address to the building where their apartment was and didn’t realize until later that the beta driving the taxi didn’t charge him for the ride until later.

When Taehyung’s shaking hands were struggling to enter the entry code for the building, he glanced over and saw the thug who’d been with Jiwoon getting out of a second taxi across the street. Taehyung ran up the stairs to their floor and jetted into their apartment. He pulled a dining room chair over and slid it under the handle of the door to barricade himself in. He was sobbing in distress at this point and started throwing the most important things into a medium sized duffle bag. He was only able to pack the things he couldn’t leave without, including the baby blanket his halmeoni had knitted for him for his first born, a photo album of photos of him and Yoongi, and a few other things. Before he left, he grabbed the notepad that hung on their refrigerator that they used to make grocery lists and jotted down a quick note.

“Yoongi, I can’t tell you what has happened, but I have to go. I don’t want to hold you back from the amazing career you will have. I will love you until I die. Love you so much, Taehyung.”

Then Taehyung removed the chair from the door, and left the apartment for the last time, leaving his apartment keys on the counter beside the shakily written note. He walked to the corner with his duffle bag in hand and flagged down a taxi to take him to the train station. It wasn’t actually that far from their apartment, but Taehyung couldn’t take the chance of being alone with Jiwoon’s thug having followed him. He paid the taxi driver when they got to the station and went in and bought a one-way ticket to Busan.

Taehyung had gotten lucky that he didn’t have to wait too long for the train. When it pulled in 15 minutes later, Taehyung found a seat in the back corner of the car and held his duffle bag in his lap, pressed to his chest. He cried nearly the entire 3-hour train trip. He stepped into the station and snagged another taxi from the line offering rides to travelers and handed the driver the envelope from his brother that he’d gotten for his birthday 3 months ago. The driver set off then and they drove for 20 more minutes to drop him off in front of a small house in the suburbs of the city. Taehyung had been saving all of his tips from the café to buy Yoongi a special pair of headphones for his birthday that he’d been daydreaming about, so he’d grabbed the bills out of it's hiding place. He didn’t want to use his debit or credit cards so that Jiwoon couldn’t trace him. But that also meant that Yoongi couldn’t trace him either. This was the only thing he could do to keep their tiny pup safe.

Taehyung couldn’t help himself from looking over his shoulders as he rang the doorbell on his brother’s house. Taehyung and Seokjin had always been close, but even moreso since their grandparents had died. Seokjin’s mate, Hoseok, answered the door.

“Taehyungie! We weren’t expecting you. Are you okay?” he said.

The relief of being somewhere safe slammed through him and Taehyung collapsed at the weight of the terror he’d been through. Hoseok caught him when he stumbled before frantically yelling for Seokjin back through the house. At the sound of Hoseok’s call for help, Seokjin came flying through the house towards the door. Seokjin rounded the corner to see his baby brother unconscious in Hoseok’s arms and scooped him up to carry him into the house. When Seokjin laid Taehyung on the couch and noticed a slip of paper gripped in his hand. Seokjin eased it out of his hand and was faced with the grainy ultrasound photo with a tiny red arrow labeled “baby” pointing at a small kidney bean shape in the center.

“Well, that’s one way to find out we’re going to be uncles, Seokie,” Seokjin murmured to the beta at his side.

Taehyung had only been unconscious for maybe 20 minutes when he slowly opened his eyes. Hoseok was fidgeting in the armchair beside the couch while Seokjin had perched on the edge of the couch beside Taehyung. Taehyung’s eyes fell upon Seokjin’s face as he was looking between the ultrasound photo in his hand and Taehyung’s still flat stomach.

“Jinnie?” Taehyung said softly before beginning to cry again.

“Oh, Tae. What’s going on? Where’s Yoongi?”

At the mention of his alpha’s name, Taehyung sobbed loudly. “He’s in Seoul. And he can’t know where I am. I found out I’m pregnant this morning, and when I went to his new studio to tell him, I got slapped around by his manager. He broke my phone and a hired thug slapped me around a little. I had to promise I’d never see Yoongi again to protect our pup. And I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Taehyungie, we have a spare bedroom, and it’s yours for as long as you need it,” Hoseok replied. “You’re our family too. We’ll help keep you and the pup safe.”

Seokjin agreed as he hugged Taehyung close. “Do you have everything you need in that tiny duffle bag?”

“Not even close. But I just grabbed the things that were the most meaningful and ran. I’ll have to shred my debit card and credit cards and get new numbers and a new job.”

“Don’t worry about getting a job, Tae. We’ve been looking for a barista and cashier for my bakery. I’ll call and cancel the interviews scheduled for tomorrow. You can settle in tomorrow and start the day after,” Seokjin replied.

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow too and grab you the things you need for working and necessities. We have a couple of extra toothbrushes so you can use one of those. What else do you need?”

“I had to leave behind my sewing machine and all my clothing making supplies.”

Seokjin pondered for a moment before speaking. “I honestly think I might have Halmeoni’s sewing machine in storage in the shed. I know her sewing box is in the closet in the spare room. It’s yours.”

They ordered in dinner that evening and Taehyung showered in the bathroom attached to the spare room. When he came out, he delayed dressing in the borrowed set of Seokjin’s pajamas to stare at his stomach in the mirror.

“Don’t worry, puppy. I’ll keep you safe no matter what,” he whispered as he stroked his still flat stomach. “And even though you can never meet your Appa, just know that he loves you too and wants you just as much as I do.”

Part2

#taegi #taegi fic #abo au #abo #mpreg #threats #taejin are brothers #bts fanfic #bts fic #BTS v #taegi angst

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tamilynncarlson · 12 hours

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When choosing riding pants, consider the following features to ensure you get the best protection and comfort:

Protection

Look for pants with reinforced areas at the knees, hips, and buttocks. CE-rated armor or padding provides impact protection, while materials like Kevlar offer abrasion resistance.

Fit and Comfort

A good fit is crucial for comfort and protection. Adjustable waistbands, stretch panels, and articulated knees enhance comfort. Try on the pants to ensure they fit well in your riding position.

Weather Resistance

For all-weather riding, look for pants with waterproof and breathable membranes. Thermal liners are beneficial for cold weather, while ventilation zippers help in hot conditions.

Storage

Multiple pockets, including cargo pockets, can be useful for carrying small items. Ensure the pockets are easily accessible and secure.

Reflective Elements

Reflective strips or panels enhance visibility, especially when riding at night or in low-light conditions.

TopRiding Pants for Men

AUSTIN – DAILY RIDING JEANS FOR MEN

Are you tired of juggling office attire and riding gear? Meet the ViaTerra Austin Denims and seamlessly transition from two wheels to the office, without compromising safety or style.

SPENCER – STREET MESH MOTORCYCLE RIDING PANTS

The Spencer riding pants offer two inseam lengths for the same waist size, providing a better fit for Indian heights. They are designed for comfort and flexibility, featuring pre-curved knees and stretch panels, and offer superior lightweight protection with SasTec CE Level 2 armors. The pants also prioritize ventilation and optimal armor fit, using highly durable materials and connectors for extended coverage.

CORBETT MONOCHROME - OFF ROAD TRAIL RIDING PANTS

The Corbett Pants: Conquer the Off-Road in Monochrome Style!

Breathable, heavy-duty 3D mesh

Built to withstand tough terrains

Tapered shins for a snug fit

Maximum freedom of movement

Adjustable waist closure

Monochrome magic

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What's in it for you?

Feels like a tracksuit with pre-curved knees and stretch panels.

SasTec CE Level 2 armors for lightweight protection.

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Cordura on ALL impact zones for enhanced abrasion resistance.

Best in class coverage with 180 pant connector for improved lumbar protection.

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Conclusion

Investing in the right motorcycle riding pants is crucial for any serious rider. Consider the type of riding you do, the weather conditions you’ll face, and the level of protection you need when choosing your pants. With the right pair, you’ll enjoy enhanced safety, comfort, and style on every ride.

Stay safe and enjoy the ride!

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