May The 10 Of Pentacles Bless Your Account With More Money Than You Can Spend.

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

tip 143 — part 2.

pairing— jung hoseok x reader   genre— camboy/camgirl au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff warnings— voyeurism, assisted masturbation in a public place, dirty talk, sex toys word count— 11k about— Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him.

But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website…

ml. | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

The feeling that you had was right. Things do go back to normal pretty quickly and easily, and it was as if you had never even stumbled upon Hoseok’s camshow at all.

Well… Almost.

Of course there’s bound to be a few changes to your relationship with Hoseok. All good things though!

The two of you became closer, believe it or not.

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rockin’ the coffin (m.)

⇒ notes | this is for jimin’s bday and also an early bday present for @d00mstae i hope you enjoy it, my love! and thank you to @seokkbuns for helping me with the title and to @screamyg for hyping me up to finish it tonight!

⇒ pairing | jimin/reader ⇒ word c. | 2,250 ⇒ genre | vampire au, smut ⇒ summary | you’ve heard that feeding can be pleasurable, so you go looking for a vampire to test out your theory.

⇒ something wicked this way cums, 2

⇒ warnings/tags | vampire!jimin, human!reader, dirty talk, blood play (sort of?), biting, rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, begging, multiple orgasms, lowkey voyeurism/exhibitionism this is just a pwp.

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you scanned the occupants of the club, the lights flashing along with the EDM beats pounding throughout the space. You knew there were both vampires and humans mixed in the dancing crowd, people intwining until you could barely tell them apart from one another.

Turning, you met the dark eyes of the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

You swallowed roughly, sipping on your drink and lowering your gaze; you knew immediately from the way your body reacted that he was otherworldly—a vampire. No human man could ever make your instincts shoot up and scream at you to run while you could.

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moon magic | jhs

✩ — pairing: hoseok x reader ✩ — genre: mermaid au, pirate au, magic au, fluff ✩ — words: 33.8k+ (a part of me died. this is a horcrux now) ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — warnings: uh minor dismemberment (a hand, belonging to a bad guy), otherwise its kind of just soft and gooey and magical… lord help me ✩ — notes: very very very VERY VERY LATE birthday fic for miss @readyplayerhobi !!! i’m so sorry it’s so late tali !!! and so sorry it’s such a monster, this was meant to be around 20k max and here i am completely out of control and barely sane kjfnldkffljdb i hope its not too disappointing!! (also fair warning; i didnt get to completely finish skimming this so some typos may be present dnjhbg)

You’ve never paid much mind to the moon, but you quickly learn that even though you’ve never really thought of the her, she has always watched over you. What better to heal an grieving heart, than the luminous, rippling magic of the moon? And maybe a merman, or two. You know, for good measure.

— posted; 13.07.2019

In all honesty, you’ve never really paid much mind to the moon.

It is something that is ever-present— yet also something that can wax, illuminating the earth beneath its majesty, and wane, robbing the skies of the orb that bathes the landscape in a silver glow. To the normal civilian, the moon is likely a symbol of beauty and the unknown, or perhaps just something the odd commoner didn’t spare even a second thought. You don’t normally pay much mind to the moon, except to admire it. You don’t think you’ve ever held the silver sun in any sort of contempt, until now, that is. The moon is decidedly bright tonight, which under other circumstances might normally make you smile, but actually serves to be more of an inconvenience on this eve in particular than anything.

It’s awfully hard to slink through the night and assassinate someone when the moon eliminates the security and comfort that the usual deep shadows the night-time hours provide, after all.

You admit that as far as assassination attempts go, this one is pretty poorly timed. You’re not entirely to blame though—this wasn’t your first choice by far. You like to think you’re a bit more conniving than that. No, your carefully plotted and thought-out schemes were suddenly pushed way ahead of schedule only yesterday when, to your complete and utter alarm, the subject of those plots and schemes was reported to be only a town away down the coastline. You’re quick on your feet, and you knew immediately upon hearing it that this meant the despicable Pirate Lord you’ve been tracking for the better half of your adult life would be passing the town you’re residing in within the next day. You were right, as expected, and had proven yourself unable to resist the opportunity that had presented itself so easily and readily to you. You expected to spend many months more tracking the elusive pirate, but he’s gone and sailed right into your waiting arms! It’s as though the universe is giving you the go-ahead, and you can’t even think of resisting the temptation of this golden opportunity when the thing you’ve wanted most since you were a mere seventeen years old is so close, so near your greedy clutches.

So, you decided after minimal deliberation that come nightfall the next day, you were going to head out and embark on your long-awaited goal to kill the Pirate Lord Ezra. Hence, here you are, currently trying to sleuth through the night and fulfil a desire for revenge that has had years to simmer, bubble and brew into something ugly and all-consuming to its core. You aren’t proud of the way the anger and hate has clung so firmly to the root of your being all these years, but at this point… you don’t really have anything else to live for. If you weren’t living your life planning this act of vengeance, then what would you be doing?

The reason you spent years plotting and perfecting the best way to fulfil this burning need for revenge, was because the initial act that incurred your wrath cost you your family. You have no one, and if you don’t cling to this and let it bind your being together, then what is stopping you from crumbling to dust and floating to the abyss? You don’t want to ponder it and don’t often entertain the thought, because the answer…

The answer is nothing, and that is exactly why you are here—scaling the side of the large, looming ship that belonged to the pirate that had wronged you so.

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Do this four times repeatedly and you’ll be out. But how does it work? There’s some real brain science behind it.

Right Here, Right Now {M}

what if little Red wants to get eaten by the big bad wolves?

pairing: rapline x reader genre: smut, pwp, humor words: 8k contains: werewolf au, college au, massive 🍆s, knotting, oral (f & m), dirty talk, too much talk about bulges, a bit of a breeding kink, double penetration, humor, it’s me so they’re still kinda sweet, not actually a fairytale au a/n: my brain decided it was time to (temporarily) throw all plot out the window & indulge in some pure filth. i have no excuses. enjoy!!

Whoever invented sweatpants, specifically the light grey ones (Emile Camuset), can fuck right off. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Fuck right off. Because if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be sitting here under your best friend’s arm, trying your best not to stare at the bulge that seems determined to steal your attention.

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