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➵ summary: you have a plan for your crappy, diabolical ex who’s set on ruining your life; making him jealous by snagging a raunchy photo with two hot employees at the gym. what you didn’t have a plan for? befriending the mischievous pair to aid in your revenge and ending up underneath not just one, but both of them.

➵ pairing: gym employee!namjoon x f. reader x gym employee!jungkook

➵ genre: college!au, strangers to friends to lovers!au, porn but with plot :), the dIRTIEst smut, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 24k

➵ warnings: swearing, toxic masculinity (the ex), heavy making out, sexual tENSION, explicit sexual content, threesome <3, dom!namjoon & jungkook, sub!reader, big dicc!namjoon & jungkook, praising!! with a side of humiliation/degradation, use of slut, breast fondling, dirty talk, size kink cause this features our bIG BEEFY VIRGOS, delicious amounts of teasing, lots of ear-licking/sucking, pussy fondling, pussy-eating, clit play, finger-sucking, oral (m. receiving) x2, spanking, hair-pulling, ball-fondling, deep-throating, face-fucking, fingering, swallowing, unprotected sex (pls be safer!!), begging, roughhh sex, voyuerism, exhibitionism, slight possession kink, facial hehe, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, face-sitting/riding, double penetration, spitting, creampie, aftercare <33

➵ a/n: YAYYY it’s here!! this was supposed to be me namkook september birthday gift but ugh life really got in the way! pls forgive me and enjoy, your feedback means the world to me <3 ALSO thank you endlessly to @rkivian for creating this pretty banner for me!! (pls excuse mistakes i did not have a beta pFT)

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What if everyone was spending spring break at Steve's holiday home and the whole gang has had to listen to Eddie and his girl going at it for hours so Steve gets them both a bottle of water and just walks in the room like it's nothing all like

"guys take a goddamn break, drink the water or you'll end up dehydrated and have a breather or you'll both die of exhaustion"

"thanks man," why the hell was eds so chill about Steve just walking in and seeing his girl so exposed "she's cute, right?"

She was mortified having to sit there while her naked bf and his best friend bond over how pretty her tits are

OMG CAN YOU IMAGINE??? the pure horror yet entirely massive boner that Steve has. I had to drunkenly turn this into a blurb. I had to.

warnings || somnophilia I think, vaginal sex, dirty talk, embarrassment

“Jesus fucking Christ, they have been going at it for practically days.”

Nancy just laughed, an arm wrapped around Robin’s shoulders. “Can you blame them though? Eddie hasn’t been able to see her because of having to constantly hide.”

Robin turned to him and shrugged. “Phone sex can only do so much.”

He grumbled under his breath—something along the lines of “horny dogs.” Nancy and Robin decided it was probably time to leave for a bit so you and Eddie could have some extra space. “Wanna go, Steve?”

“Um—no, it’s okay. I’ll—um—stay back at the house. Ya know, in case they need anything.” Robin and Nancy nodded before leaving the fancy holiday home.

Steve walks into the kitchen and grabs you both a water. He knows he probably shouldn’t disturb you, but you’re both his friends. He has to take care of you two. Right?

His skin startles to tingle as he hears the sharp sound of your moans. He pads up the stairs, slow like so he can take his sweet time.

He wants to hear your moans. He wends to hear Eddie’s whispers as he’s plunging into you. He wants it all.

“Hey, guys—um—sorry to interrupt but I wanted to give you some water.” He blushes. The red splotch on his cheeks makes it hard to go unnoticed by the metalhead that has his hand still coiled around your fluttering pussy.

“Well how kind of you, Steve.” His ringed fingers reach over—making sure to brush against Steve’s long fingers—to grab the water bottles.

Eddie opens the bottle for you. He knows you’re much too far gone and cock drunk to be able to open anything or do anything at the moment.

But Steve stares. Oh, how he stares. He expected Eddie to cover you up when he knocked, but there you were fucked out and cunt filled right before his eyes.

It was fucking gorgeous. It was ethereal. You, sitting there with furrowed eyebrows and shy eyes as you chugged down the water.

Eddie could only smirk—the devious mind of his turning it’s gears. “Isn’t she pretty, Steve?”

He freezes.

What?

“She’s—um—fuck—yeah, Eds she’s very pretty.”

Eddie starts to play with your clit and the overloading senses make you whine. Steve can’t help but feel his cock twitch in his tight jeans.

“You wanna play with us, Stevie? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔇𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫: 𝔠𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

minors DNI

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader x Steve Harrington

summary: when Steve asked you what yo thought of your best friend you were hesitant to admit you’d had a crush on eddie in the past. you soon come to learn it was an incredible decision

content warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling

word count: 2.6k

tags: @corrodedhawkins @my-my-only-angel @gayskittlelesbian @heavenlyhandscribbles @canislupus-exe @angeliiaa @mlmmetalhead @keevathediva @frogydude233 @eddieverse @licktomsass @yourmommaissofine @m-rae23

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In freshman year of school, in the height of your rebellious phase, you had a big fat crush on Eddie Munson. His hair that had grown out enough to have beautiful curls, his wide puppy dog eyes, the smell of cigarettes that clung to him nearly constantly.

In your junior year, after joining the cheerleading team, you had started dating Steve Harrington. You knew he’d been flirting with Nancy Wheeler for weeks so you suppressed the crush that had developed at an alarming pace. When she started dating Johnathan Byers instead Steve took it in stride and asked you on a date only a week and a half later. The rest was history.

In your freshman year of college, when Steve and Eddie had become close friends by a strange twist of fate you’d been too busy studying to be around for, it didn’t bother you that their dynamic was flirty. Even with both of them being bisexual. Steve treated you like a queen and only had eyes for you. And Eddie after a few beers or a joint.

In your freshman year of college, when Steve and Eddie had become close friends by a strange twist of fate you’d been too busy studying to be around for, it didn’t bother you that their dynamic was flirty. Even with both of them being bisexual. Steve treated you like a queen and only had eyes for you. And Eddie after a few beers or a joint.

Which was why when Steve asked you what you thought about Eddie you answered in an instant that you adored him and that, aside from Robin, he was your favorite friend of Steve’s.

“Yeah but, like… if we weren’t dating and he asked you out what do you think you’d say?”

Though he asked you still found yourself nervous to tell him about the crush you’d harbored for Eddie in your younger years.

But he wasn’t upset, not in the slightest, Steve’s eyes lit up at the confession.

And so two weeks later you found yourself in Eddie’s trailer, smoke still curling in the air from the joint Eddie had rolled for you to quell your nerves with Steve sitting at Eddie’s desk and watching hungirly while Eddie’s lips trailed down your neck and his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt.

The temperature between your legs climbs to impossible heights while you grip onto the fabric of Eddie’s shirt, head tilted back into the mattress and to the side so you can look at Steve through lust lidded eyes. He watches with hawk-like concentration. Though a part of you feels like maybe you should be embarrassed or bashful you find that it’s nearly impossible to do so wholeheartedly. Especially when the chill of Eddie’s rings in contrast with his warm skin sends shivers down your spine.

“She said she used to have a crush on you,” Steve says as Eddie pulls you upright to pull your shirt over your head.

You mutter complaints while Eddie grins at you, hands trailing up your now exposed sides before finding the clasp of your bra. “When was this?”

“Her freshman year,” Steve answers when you stay silent.

Eddie undoes your bra with ease, eyes devouring you as he leans you down onto your back once more. “Was that the year you cut your own bangs?”

“Yeah,” you say weakly, face flushing with heat at the fact that that’s the main thing Eddie remembers about you while you had been head over heels for him for a few months.

His knee settles between your thighs, under your skirt and pressed tightly against your clothed cunt which clenches around nothing at the feeling, while he peppers kisses across your chest before taking your nipple between his lips, the other in his fingers. A gasping moan falls out of your mouth while your back arches against him. Sparks shoot off of your nerve endings while Eddie laps and nibbles on your now perky buds.

Eddie nudges his knee against your pussy that’s slowly beginning to ache for stimulation, earning a whine from you while you unconsciously roll your hips against his leg in hopes of relief. You feel him smirk around your nipple and graze his teeth over the sensitive skin before pulling away to look down at you, and for the first time since Steve had presented you with your current arrangement you allow yourself to fully admire him. It was a way entirely different from Steve but he was beautiful.

“Is she always so needy?” Eddie asks, teasing but not cruel.

“No, not always,” Steve answers. “Maybe she still likes you.”

Eddie’s knee moves away from you, leaving you cold and aching, but quickly replaces it with his hand before you can respond with anything more than a whine. He runs his fingers over the wet spot on your panties and his smirk doubles in size. “I think you might be right.”

He pulls his shirt off and tosses where he had with your clothes and you run your hands along his chest, tracing your fingers across his tattoos, before he leans down and settles between your hips and pushes your skirt up. His fingers once again find where you’ve soaked through your panties, running small circles along the spot and pressing a few kisses. “She loud?”

“She can be,” Steve tells him. “If no one else is around.”

Eddie hooks his finger into the stained cloth, resting it against your slick folds. “You gonna be loud for me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out and will yourself not to grind into his hand and betray how desperate you are for him.

But he seems displeased by your answer by the look on his face. He forces one finger inside of you and harshly curls it in the back of you. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he says. Though you can hardly hear him over the cry of pleasure you let out.

He doesn’t stay inside you much longer. Just as you begin to adjust to his presence he pulls out of you and yanks your panties down your legs, positioning them to rip the lacey material off before putting them over your shoulders. You quiver with anticipation as he slides his hands up your thighs.

Eddie captures your throbbing clit in his mouth, lapping up your arousal and licking marvelous circles. Your hands fly to take in fistfulls of his curly hair while your back arches and collapses and whines and whimpers chase each other on their way out of you. He moans against the nub of nerves, the sound making his lips vibrate against you. You clench your thighs around his head but he forces them back into the mattress with his elbows.

“If you finger her too she’ll cum in, like, two seconds,” Steve suggests, having moved at some point to prop his chin up in his hands. Though when you tilt your head to the side you can see from where you’re sprawled out that his hard dick strains against his jeans he makes no attempt to provide any relief, and you wonder if he plans on taking a turn with you once Eddie is done.

He sucks harshly on your clit before detatching himself from you, to which you let out a loud whine of complaint and wiggle your hips towards him. “Not sure if that’s a good idea, then. Cause I’m nowhere near done with her.”

“She can handle it,” Steve assures him.

Eddie gazes curiously up at you for another few moments before pushing two fingers inside you up to his rings. You clench around him immediately, earning a low groan from him, and pant out his name in a plea for more pleasure. He provides in an instant; licking and nibbling and sucking on your clit while his fingers curl against your g spot. Bashfulness has long since left you and you unabashedly grind your hips against Eddie’s face. He moans openly into your throbbing pussy and you know you’re embarrassingly close to proving Steve right. But you hardly care as you chase the orgasm Eddie’s so graciously provided you.

You climb and climb until you fall headfirst into ecstasy, practically screaming as your cum gushes onto Eddie’s mouth and fingers that he happily laps up. He fucks you with his fingers through orgasm and when you turn your head to glance over at Steve and see the hungry look on his face you’re hit with another wave of pleasure at his obvious enjoyment of your situation. You twitch and writhe against Eddie’s mouth and fingers as your orgasm that he prolongs as much as he can.

Once ecstasy crosses over into aftershock Eddie finally detaches from you and climbs over you, crashing your lips together and transferring the taste of your arousal into your mouth. You can feel the bulge in Eddie’s jeans against you as he rocks his hips slightly and you find yourself whining a wordless plea for more into his lips which, thankfully, he must pick up on when he pulls away to rip his jeans off.

Eddie’s just about as big as Steve and yo’rre sore with anticipation as he crawls back into his spot between your knees. He takes his dick in his hand and rubs his dripping cockhead along your enterence. When he makes no move to push into you even when you whine and wiggle your hips towards him your arms collapse beside your head while you let out an exasperated groan. “So you’re both fucking teases? Great,” you say sarcastically.

They both laugh while Eddie continues prodding at your folds. “It’s hard not to be when it’s so easy to get a reaction out of you, baby,” Steve says. You let out an annoyed huff and roll your eyes but have no verbal reaction. “Maybe if you ask nicely he’ll give you what you want.”

You look up at Eddie who grins down at you devilishly. You can practically see all the things he’s thinking about doing to you in his big and beautiful eyes and the thought sends a shiver down your spine. “Please Eddie,” you whine, half heartedly pawing at his hand holding his dick. “Want it so bad. Don’t make me wait anymore. Want you to fuck me.”

For a moment you think he might make you beg more but in a moment of blinding bliss Eddie pushes into you balls deep in one stroke thanks to the wetness you’re still soaked in. You nearly cry out loud enough for the back half of the trailer park to hear at the sensation of Eddie filling you up for the first time, and through the noise you can hear Eddie let out a long groan of his own as he grabs your waist and adjusts your position to his liking. With his fingers digging into your flesh he starts rolling his hips against yours at a crescendoing pace that has moans racing out of your mouth.

Once he’s settled on a pace that’s steady but quick and rough in a way that makes lust cloud your vision he moves to hover over you, one of his hands slipping under your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it back. A harsh gasp rips from your throat as you arch your back against him.

“Oh she likes that,” Eddie notes, wrapping some of your hair around one of his fingers while keeping his grip secure.

“She loves getting her hair pulled. Practically wants you to rip it out,” Steve tells him. “How’d you know?”

“Just seems like the type of little slut to want her hair yanked on.

You reach up and smack his arm weakly. “Shut up.”

He grabs your arms by the wrist with the hand that isn’t tangled in your hair and harshly pins it into the mattress. “You better watch that pretty little mouth.”

“Or what?” you challenge, trying, and failing, to keep moans out of your voice.

Eddie looks over at Steve with a raised eyebrow. “She always so bratty?”

“Only when she’s really turned on,” Steve replies. You mentally chastise yourself when your face flushes red and your walls flutter around Eddie’s cock. His lips twitch into a smirk but he otherwise doesn’t react. “She definitely still likes you.”

Eddie yanks your head further back into the mattress as he roughly pounds into you. Proving Steve’s previous answer correct the sound of your pleasure bounces off of Eddie’s bedroom walls and echoes out into the trailer park for anyone in the nearby area to hear were they outside. But you can hardly care about anything else other than the delicious way Eddie’s cock splits you in two.

With your head forced back Eddie attacks your neck with his lips and begins to suck on your skin and nibble at it with his teeth. You glance over at Steve, having been known to get jealous once or twice in the past, and find that he’s watching unblinkingly with his bottom lip between his teeth and his dick still straining untouched in his jeans. You think about going to school the next day and listening to the jokes your friends will make about the fun night you had with Steve, all the while knowing it was his best friend who had marked you up while he fucked you.

As you gaze over at him with Eddie’s cock buried in your cunt and his head in your neck you think about him getting up from his chair, ripping his clothes off, and tag teaming you. Of hanging your head off the back of the bed and Steve fucking your throat. You thought about feeling nothing other than the bliss and euphoria provided by your boyfriend and his best, and your favorite, friends. Of being completely filled up by them. At their mercy.

The thought has you digging your nails into Eddie’s shoulders while you become impossible tight around him. Eddie lifts his head from your neck and gazes down you with eclipsed eyes and parted pouty lips. “You gonna cum for me again?”

“Fuck, yes!” you shriek, digging the back of your head even further into the mattress and Eddie’s fist as your breathing begins to get increasingly rapid and pleasure begins to take command of all your senses. “Don’t stop, Eddie. Please don’t fucking stop.”

Eddie groans loudly as the motion of his hips begins to stutter. You wonder if maybe he’s close too, which sends you hurtling closer to climax. “That’s right, sweetheart. Put that pretty mouth to good fucking use.”

Embarrassment has long since escaped you. “God don’t fucking stop, Eddie. Please, I wanna cum so bad. I’m so close, please, Eddie, please.”

You beg and plead yourself to orgasm, words eventually becoming incoherent shouts and moans while you gush a small tsunami around Eddie’s cock that fucks you through it all. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath while fireworks go off inside you. Your head collapses to the side so you can watch Steve’s reaction to it all.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum too,” Eddie pants, hanging his head down into your neck. “Where do you want it?”

“Don’t pull out,” you answer, the pleading tone never leaving your voice and your gaze never moving from your boyfriend.

Eddie doesn’t last much longer than that and soon he fills your already dripping pussy with his seed, letting out the most delicious sounds into your ear as his thrusts become more sporadic. His dick pulsates inside of you as he rides out his own release while his cum leaks out of you and onto his already stained bed sheets and mattress.

He takes his time pulling out of you, in not one bit of a rush to do so, and before he does completely Steve pushes himself from the chair and kneels down beside the bed. He leans over and places a soft and lingering kiss to your parted lips and runs his hands through your hair. “You did so good babygirl,” he praises, and your eyes flutter shut at the kindness of his words. “But now it’s my turn.”

could we maybe get something on eddie inviting steve in after steve walked on eddie fucking her brains out??? (and eddie casually mentions “steve here likes to watch doesn’t he”) tbh cant stop fucking thinking about that smut LOL fml

eddie munsion x reader & steve harrington x reader 

WARNING: voyeurism, male masturbation, fingering, squirting

Steve really shouldn’t be here. Him being here literally proves Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s theory right: he’s a degenerate fucking pervert who gets off to watching the girl of his dreams getting her brains fucked out. He should feel at least a little bit of shame; but, he doesn’t. All he feels is desperate to catch you both in the act; find you with your legs spread and moaning like the little slut you are while getting completely wrecked by Eddie.

(He didn’t know whether to thank or deck Eddie in the face for coming into Family Video during his shift to extend an invitation. Instead, he gave him an unamused look and told him to fuck off.

“Don’t be such sourpuss, Harrington. Totally get it though, I’d be pretty fuckin’ pissed if I had to deal with blue balls.” Eddie grinned smugly, holding his hands up immediately at Steve’s glare. “I’m kidding, chill dude! But seriously be there, Harrington! You’re in for a real fucking treat, promise.”)

God, does he feel like some pathetic, loser virgin every time he thinks about your pretty cunt being pounded into relentlessly; puffy lips swollen and bruised by Eddie’s balls smack against them. It’s been a real pain in his ass, fisting his cock every night in his room and in his car on every single break of his.

So sue him for accepting Eddie’s invitation and going to his trailer like he was told. His cock is already hard and straining against his jeans after thinking about the treat Eddie’s had planned for him. Was he going to fuck you raw again until your pussy was painted white? Or maybe he’ll get to see you with your legs spread out, cunt on full display with Eddie’s fingers pistoning in and out of you for an hour or two straight?

Like always, the front door of Eddie’s trailer is open, practically demanding him to walk in. He slips inside the house and walks towards the familiar hallway that leads to Eddie’s room. This time there’s no music, just complete and utter silence. He gingerly pauses half way down the hall when he hears your cute whimpers and he takes a deep breath. He definitely can’t do this. He’s fucking sick in the head or something. What kind of person gets off to watching people fuck? Steve most definitely doesn’t.

No, nope, not at all. He’s a normal guy with normal fucking kinks. The regular kind.

“Don’t be a fucking coward, Steve.” He muttered to himself. “Just walk in there and watch and maybe we won’t get turned on. Maybe it was just a fucking fluke.”

He anxiously brushed his hand through his hair and sighed, feet moving forward to stop in front of Eddie’s bedroom door. He turns the doorknob and he sucks in his breath as he opens the door. He stays still in his spot as he finds you with your legs spread and Eddie’s ring clad fingers sunk inside of your pretty cunny, pistoning in and out of you. The squelching sounds of your soaking pussy mixed with your sweet whimpers go straight to Steve’s cock, twitching and hardening underneath his jeans.

He awkwardly stands there with a hard on. He doesn’t know if he should make his presence known, interrupt the both of you. He thinks it’d be cruel to interrupt both of you when he can tell you’re so close to cumming all over Eddie’s fingers. The way your back arches off of your boyfriend’s lap and your moans start to get louder and more high pitched. He tenses when the dark haired stoner makes quick eye contact with him, smirking lightly before he gives you his full attention. Eddie will always prioritize his princess and he’s gonna make sure you at least got your fourth orgasm that he promised you.

Your thighs tremble along with your body as Eddie fucks your pretty little cunny so well, hitting that sweet spot that always has you squealing out Eddie’s name and spasming. You don’t notice Steve at all, not when your eyes are clenched and your too focused on begging Eddie to stop because it’s too much for your sensitive pussy. You’re gripping his wrist with your hand and trying to clamp your thighs down his hand, whining softly.

“S’too much, Daddy! N-No more!” You sob loudly, a little shriek escaping you when Eddie’s thumb starts to caress your swollen clit. He gives your cunt a harsh smack as a warning, ignoring your whimpers and protests.

“Shut the fuck up and take it you ungrateful, little slut,” Eddie hissed against your ear, fingers curling inside of the tight gummy walls of your pussy. “You were the one beggin’ me to play with your pussy, so fuckin’ take it.”

Honestly, Steve didn’t expect Eddie to be a mean dom or have a daddy kink. Nor did he expect you, Miss. “I’m a good girl who is too innocent for this fucking world”, to be so depraved. To be such a little fucking slut as Eddie likes to call you. God, what he would to shove his cock down your throat. He pulls down his zipper and jeans silently, wrapping his hand around his thick cock and he groans quietly. He doesn’t want to make any loud noises that will interrupt this fucking art so he silently begins fisting and grinding into his hand, watching how Eddie fingers you.

Eddie’s ruthless with the way his fingers hit your most sensitive area inside of you. It doesn’t help with the fact that he’s thumbing your sensitive, raw clit. And god, do you take it. Your brain turns to mush as drool seeps out of your mouth, flood of tears trailing down yours as your fourth orgasm of tonight crashes over you hard. All you muster up is a silent scream, your body spasming and clamping your thighs down on Eddie’s hand as your pussy gushes all over his sheets.

“Fuck,” Both Steve and Eddie muttered as they watched your pretty pussy gush and squirt all over the already stained bed. It doesn’t take long for Steve to cum into his own hand, grunting quite loudly as he paints his palm white. You slump against Eddie’s chest and pant softly, opening your eyes to find Steve with his hand wrapped around his cock. You let out a quiet squeak and you immediately sit up, pushing your shirt down to cover your tits and pussy.

“Steve?!”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a loud, boisterous laugh, startling you. You look up at him with your lips jutted into a small pout and eyebrows furrowed into confusion. Eddie takes a peek at you before turning his head up to stare at Steve; the smile on his face breaking into a wide, amused grin.

“Steve here likes to watch, Princess.” Eddie leans forward to whisper those words against your ear. “Like a sick fuckin’ perv.”

You turn to look at Steve with wide, innocent eyes and back at Eddie. “Like a perv?”

“Total fuckin perv.” Eddie nods with a light chuckle, nearly cooing at your confused yet so adorable expression. He forgets how dumb you get after he gives you an orgasm. A little bit of his cock gets you a bit stupid too.

Steve scowls at Eddie, “I’m not a fucking pervert! It’s just a fucking… very different kink that I happen to be into.”

Eddie shoots his arms up in mock surrender, “Hey, whatever weird kinks you’re into isn’t any of my business but I’m just saying– Jacking off to watching my girl get fingered? Pervert type shit.”

You don’t know what to say except awkwardly sit there. You’re a little ashamed and embarrassed that Steve watched the whole entire thing—that you were clueless to his presence the entire time. But knowing that he was jacking off to you being fucked by your boyfriend, slightly turned you. You eye the white liquid that’s seeping out of his palm and your thighs clench together, your pussy fluttering.

Eddie caresses your hip and you shiver when the cool metal of his rings touch your skin. Your boyfriend trails kisses down your neck and nips your ear, “Don’t think I don’t know you’re turned on by having an audience, Princess. He can watch all he wants but he can’t touch. You’re mine, got that? That means this pussy is mine too.”

You gulp and nod, eyeing Steve and blushing when he eyes you up. It doesn’t help with the fact that his cock is still very hard and so, so thick that you can’t help but want to wrap your pretty lips around and worship it. But compared to Eddie’s? Your boyfriend’s cock was pretty, so so pretty that you’re obsessed with it.

“Let’s give him a show, princess. Gonna show him how to fuck a goddess like you.” Eddie grins.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 & 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

summary: when you and chrissy save a pirate from drowning, you get him to show you what humans do for fun. [pirate!eddie x mermaid!reader x mermaid!chrissy]

cw: slight manipulation from u n chrissy, reader is mentioned to have long hair so she can cover her chest, smut || 18+ only [ft. threesome, oral sex (m receiver), handjob, cum play, monster fucking (technically?? u n chrissy are the monsters lol), beach sex, reader n chrissy are very innocent but somehow two whores?? who knew u could be both]

a/n: this was super fun to write ngl. please lmk what u think!!

“Isn’t he kinda… cute?” Chrissy asks you, eyes glued to the man laying on the shore between your bodies.

You look down at him, taking in his soft cheeks and his nicely shaped nose. You trace the bridge of it with a finger, leaving his skin dewy with droplets of sea water, and drift your gaze down to his plush lips. Under the slight bluish tint they have from being underwater for too long, you can still make out their natural pink colour.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if they’d feel as soft as Chrissy’s lips do on yours.

“Yeah," you hum, now tracing his cupid’s bow. “He’s pretty.”

She twirls one strand of his hair around her finger. “And his hair! It’s almost as long as Jane’s now that she’s back.”

The mention of Jane brings back the memory of the captain that kept her for years for his twisted experiments on your people and reminds you what exactly lays between you and Chrissy. You recoil your hand back and grab her wrist. “He’s a human, Chrissy. We shouldn’t have helped him.”

Her delicate features contort into a confused frown. “But he was drowning. He would’ve died if we hadn’t pulled him out!”

Maybe he should’ve, is what you’re about to say when the man starts coughing. The coughs wreck his body and water spills from his lips, his eyes slowly fluttering open but narrowing quickly from the glare of the sun. He tries to get up, using his elbows as leverage, but another cough throws him back down.

“Take it easy,” Chrissy tells him, shielding him from the sun with her body. His eyes widen at the sight of her, grow even wider when he realises she isn’t alone and sees you next to her. “You had a nasty fall.”

“Wha– What’s going on?” His voice is hoarse from the abuse his vocal chords suffered and the lack of proper air in his lungs. “Who are you?”

“I’m Chrissy, and this is–”

“Chrissy! Don’t tell him our names!” You scold.

She rolls her eyes at your overprotectiveness. “He’s not going to do anything. He can barely stand.”

You scowl at her. “You can be so careless. It’s a wonder you still have your tail on.”

“Tail?” The man's baffled voice breaks up your argument. He glances to the side and sees both of your tails wagging in the air– Chrissy’s baby blue scales and your purple ones shimmering under the golden light. “Woah! What the fuck?!”

“See? He hasn’t got a clue what we are. He’s not going to kidnap us or whatever dark fantasy you’ve created in your mind– anyway!” She changes the subject before you can tell her that you don’t have fantasies about a human male kidnapping you. She turns to him and smiles sweetly. “What’s your name?”

The long haired man looks between the two of you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Ed– Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie,” she tastes the name on her tongue. “That’s pretty. What happened to you? You’re pretty far from home.”

“I, uh, my ship got wrecked.” He gulps when you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. Your mother had warned you of human men and the lies they would tell you to get you to trust them and this one sounded very familiar. “There was a storm and– and a wave flipped us over. My friends– shit,” he wipes his face with his hands, clearly distressed. Your heart softens ever so slightly. “I have to find them.”

He tries to get up again but you place a hand on his chest and he freezes. He stares at you, brown eyes pulling you in like a current. “I’m sorry about your friends but you shouldn’t go anywhere yet. You’re still hurt,” you point to his arm where a deep gash seeps blood down to his forearm.

“Fuck,” he swears. He looks down at himself and rips a piece of the cloth he’s wearing over his torso with a low grunt that makes your scales tingle. He wraps it around the wound, hissing when it presses against the gash and baring his teeth. He struggles to tie a knot, yet you and Chrissy are mesmerized as you watch him work.

“What’s that?” You ask him once he’s done.

“What’s– Oh, this? It’s a dressing. To keep the wound from infecting.”

“No, I mean the… things you put on your body.” He points to his chest to make sure you’re asking what he thinks you’re asking. “Yeah, those. They don’t seem very comfortable.”

“You don’t know what these are?” He looks at your bodies and realises that neither you or Chrissy is wearing anything to cover your chests, only your long hair keeping some of your modesty. Blood rushes to his cheeks and you giggle at how pink he suddenly is.

He seems to be speaking to himself when he mumbles, “Oh, wow. No, no, of course you don’t know. You’re mermaids. Very pretty and n-naked mermaids.” He clears his throat and blinks awkwardly, looking away to pretend he wasn’t ogling at you. “They– They’re clothes. This is, um, a shirt. And these are pants,” he explains, pointing to his chest and legs.

“And that thing under your pants?” You point to his groin where a bulge strains against the thin black fabric. “Is that where you keep your shells?”

Eddie gets even redder. “That’s, um…” He seems at a loss of words, mouth opening and closing without making any sound.

“Oh, we love collecting shells! Can we see?” Chrissy eagerly leans forward and unties the knot that keeps his pants tied together, lowering them quickly without waiting for Eddie’s answer. Instead of the clatter of shells you were expecting, something long and thick hits Eddie’s stomach. “Oh, that’s… not a shell.”

“What even is it?” You tilt your head to the side and reach your hand towards it. You’re about to touch it when Eddie’s fingers wrap around your wrist tightly, stopping your movements.

He almost cowers from the deadly glare you’re giving him for touching you so roughly. “Sorry, sorry.” He takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. “That’s, uh, that’s my cock.”

“Cock?” Eddie closes his eyes when he hears Chrissy’s sweet voice say such a filthy word. His cock twitches. “Oh my Poseidon, it moved,” she whispers to you in awe.

“What is it for?” You ask him.

“For fucking.” That one answer came out naturally for him but when he sees your confused stares he scrambles his brain for a word you would understand. “Uh… mating. For mating and… playing.”

“How do you play with it? It seems rather… stiff.”

Eddie plays with a strand of his hair, trying to cover some of his burning face with it. “You touch it. With your hand. Or you– you put it inside a woman. Or man.”

You stare at his cock– long and thick and as pink as his lips, with a tip that’s a slightly darker hue than the rest of it. There’s a thick tuft of curls at the base and two round sacks hanging heavy from it. You can’t help but want to squeeze them.

You lick your lips and look back at Chrissy who’s doing the same as you. Ogling. Her eyes are dark with need, the same look she gets when you two are left alone for more than a couple of minutes– especially on a full moon.

Before you can pay attention to the warning voice of your mother that echoes in your ears, you ask, “Can we play with it?”

Eddie swallows harshly. “I don’t think–”

“Please?” Chrissy asks, pouting her lips, her voice taking in the sultry tone the elder mermaids spend years teaching you. Her tail flicks yours and you copy her, rounding out your narrowed eyes and looking at him pleadingly. “We don’t know if we’ll ever see a human again. We just want to know what it feels like.”

Eddie seems to debate with himself for a few seconds, only the sounds of the crashing waves breaking the silence. Your voices and your eyes have him in a trance and, completely ignoring all the warnings he heard about mermaids, he nods, wet hair swinging with the sharp movements. “Yeah, okay. Knock yourselves out.”

You and Chrissy giggle happily and wrap a hand each around him, tails wiggling in excitement. You twist them around, getting a feel of the velvety skin and the ridges of the veins that lead towards the head, watching amazed as Eddie’s cock grows more stiff, becoming heavy in your palms.

“What’s happening? Why is it getting so hard?”

Eddie takes a deep breath to ground himself, nostrils flaring. “Cause I’m turned on.”

“Turned on?”

“You’re making me feel really good,” he rephrases through clenched teeth. Your hands are incredibly smooth as you hold him, probably from the slick film coating them to protect them from the abrasion of the salt in the water. He exhales a shaky gasp of pleasure when you slowly glide them up and down, his stomach flexing. 

You bite your lip and look up at him. “And how do we make you feel more good?”

“He’s been looking at your tits a lot,” Chrissy pipes up before Eddie can answer. There’s mischief in her blue eyes as she pulls your hair away from your chest, revealing your breasts completely. Eddie’s mouth falls wide open. “Do they ‘turn you on’, Eddie? Go ahead, touch them,” she encourages him.

You sigh when his hand cups your breast and kneads the fat gently, thumb flicking your hard nipple. Eddie watches your expressions carefully. When you arch forward into his touch and tighten your hand around, making him groan, he twists your nipple, earning himself a sweet moan from you. 

“Aren’t they soft? They also feel really good in my mouth, Eddie.” Chrissy smirks, moving her own strawberry blonde hair out of the way so Eddie can touch hers as well.

“Holy shit.” His mind conjures up a filthy image– the two of you under the water, hands slowly down your bodies and mouths kissing every inch of skin they could, eyes rolling back once you sucked on the others breasts. His hips buck up. “You two– you play together?”

“Mhm. All the time.”

“Oh my God.” His grip on your tits tightens. He keeps tilting his hips up, moaning softly as he fucks your hands. Something that has a pearly sheen starts to leak out of his slit and drip down his shaft, making your fingers sticky. “Yeah, lick it up, sweetheart. C’mon,” he groans when Chrissy asks if she can taste them.

She slides her tongue over your knuckles and catches the first drops that fell, eyes widening at the salty flavour. She hums appreciatively and leans down for more. “That’s nice. D’you want a taste?” She asks you.

You nod enthusiastically and her fingers gently grab your chin, tilting your head towards her so she can dribble the white substance into your mouth. “S’good,” you breathe out. 

Eddie slams a hand on the sand, eyes hazy with lust as he watches the two of you share his precum and enjoy it. None of the women back home had ever done something like that, not even some of the whores his friends brought back to the ship on the odd nights they stayed in a popular town’s port. 

You keep stroking his cock as you kiss, focusing more on the upper part of his shaft since your hand is on top of Chrissy’s. You gently squeeze the head and more precum oozes out. You flick your tongue over his slit and give it back to Chrissy, pecking her lips sweetly when she swallows it down. 

Eddie groans when you do it again. “Like that. Just like that. You’re doing so good. G-Give it a little kiss– oh fuck.” 

His eyes roll back when you kiss his tip, soft lips peppering little kisses all around it. Chrissy copies you, letting go of him so she has more flesh to kiss and slobber all over. Your eyes meet as you lick him, your happiness clear in your gazes.

She takes your hand and guides you down to the two soft sacks that caught your eye before, adding the smallest pressure to the back of your hand so you cup his balls and squeeze them with care.

Eddie moans loudly and throws his head back on the sand. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re– Jesus H Christ.” He gasps in surprise when Chrissy wraps her warm mouth around his dick and you kitten lick his fuzzy balls. “Oh, you’re gonna kill me.”

He lets go of your chest and the sand so he can add pressure to the back of both of your heads, keeping you stuck to his groin. Carefully, he thrusts his hips up, slowly fucking Chrissy’s untrained throat and making her gag. 

The lewd sounds make you squirm in place, the musky scent of Eddie’s hairs that tickle your nose doing little to calm you down. You’re desperate for some relief but it’s not a full moon yet– you have no legs to spread for him. So you whine needily around his balls, eyebrows scrunching up in desperation. 

Eddie shushes you, scratching your scalp with the tips of his fingers to help you calm down. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he coos. “J-Just a little more and you’ll make me cum so fucking hard. Gonna fill your girlfriend’s throat and make her share it with you, since you liked my cum so much. You want that?”

You look at Chrissy and see the tears springing in her lower waterline from the abuse her throat is suffering, some of them already falling down her rosy cheeks. With your thumb, you brush them away and offer her a reassuring smile, one that she struggles to reciprocate with Eddie stretching her lips wide but you’re able to tell she’s enjoying herself nevertheless. 

You hum in agreement and lave your tongue over his balls, feeling them twitch in your mouth. His moans grow louder and louder, thighs trembling and hips thrusting wildly. “Shit, I’m gonna– Oh, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” he grunts and pushes Chrissy down completely until her nose is flush with his base.

True to his word, he slowly peels you off him and, with a hold on the back of your necks, guides your mouths together. Chrissy is smiling as she merges your lips in a heady kiss, your tongue sliding around hers so you can scoop up any leftovers that she didn’t swallow for herself, spit dribbling down the corners of your mouths and to your chests.

When his grip on your necks slackens, Chrissy tiredly rests her head on your shoulder. You blink slowly and pet the top of her hair, kissing her temple.

“You’ll come back for us, right?” she asks Eddie with a hoarse voice.

Eddie licks his lips and looks down at the pair of you, memorising the image of two beautiful mermaids looking at him with needy and wanting eyes. What kind of pirate would he be if he didn’t collect his treasure?

He brushes your cheekbones with his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

mean girls - bp x reader

genre: imagines :) summary: the 'mean girl' develops an interest in you. pairings: ot4 x reader

jennie:

jennie was your classic 'you either wanna be me, or be with me' kind of mean girl.

your first encounter with her was through a seating plan. she begrudgingly obliged to sit next to you as the teacher separated her from her rowdy friends.

each lesson you found yourself progressing in small talk with her- it went from "what's the answer?" to "oh my god you won't believe what happened earlier..." as you were opening up to each other.

you were actually beginning to look forward to the lessons despite being acutely aware of jennie's mean girl status.

eventually, as the end of term neared, jennie asked for your number to keep in touch with you over the holidays.

one thing led to another and you were attending one of her house parties. you instantly gravitated towards each other, both in a drunken stupor, and spent almost the entirety of the party at each other's side, oversharing unfiltered life stories and having a raw heart-to-heart conversation.

she even shoo'd away potential hookups in order to continue hanging out with you.

in the early hours of the morning, one mutual confession of interest led to a heavy makeout session with the mean girl.

from then on, your relationship progressed into something of a fwb situation. you'd receive random texts throughout the holidays from jennie, asking you to come over.

sometimes she was intoxicated after hanging with some friends, therefore you took it upon yourself to take care of her instead of doing what was routine at this point.

you and jennie returned to school hand-in-hand, much to the student-body's surprise.

jisoo:

jisoo was a bit of a bully and had a tendency to target people she disapproved of, with her group of peers.

an unfortunate incident involving one of jisoo's crushes being friendly with you, caused you to become their next target.

jisoo confronted you before school the next morning, so you decided to toy with her a little.

"why were you talking to [redacted] yesterday?" "they're kind of cute...i was just testing the waters." "back off." "i'm surprised you're lowering yourself to that." "excuse me?" "it seems a little desperate. not what i'd expect from a pretty girl like you."

jisoo was at a bit of a loss for words after that encounter, she simply scoffed- a light blush tinting her cheeks as she stormed away.

from then on, you found that jisoo would intentionally find you throughout the school days to shoot you a bitchy comment, which you would respond to with a comment of equal bitchiness.

the school became your cold war arena- however, it never verged on unpleasant the way actual bullying would do. it felt progressively more like lukewarm exchanges of banter.

one particularly smart remark from you caused jisoo to crack and let out a giggle- surprising both you and herself.

"cute laugh!" "shut up."

you received a text from an unknown number after school that day: 'it's jisoo. erase my laugh from your pea-brain, i still hate you'.

you replied: 'charming as always, i guess this is one way to start a conversation with me ;)'

the conversation continued into the early hours of the morning. it was frosty at first, but by the time you finally said goodnight there was an undeniable warmth to her replies.

she greeted you the next day, not with the usual middle finger, but with a small "good morning" and a smile as she passed by.

lisa:

lisa was the rich girl. from what you'd heard, money lacked value to her, it was simply a constant in her life.

one day you were alone in the bathrooms sorting out your appearance in the mirror when someone came barrelling in, instantly locking themselves in the nearest cubicle. you could hear distinct sounds of sobbing coming from inside.

"uh...everything okay?" you felt obliged to ask. "obviously not! my boyfriend just broke up with me." a voice replied, it clearly didn't take much for them to open up.

you spent the next 20 minutes conversing with the person, indicating for random people to leave when they stumbled across the scene.

when the door finally opened, you were shocked to see a red-eyed lisa staring back at you. "you're really nice to talk to." she stated after a moment.

from then on, you'd be subject to random little gifts from the girl in gratitude. she claimed that now she didn't have a boyfriend, there was a gap in her spending to fill and none of her friends deserved the gifts more than you, but that was the extent of your interactions for a while.

you caught rumours of lisa's birthday coming around, and while you surely couldn't match her expectations on a spending-scale, you could certainly put some thought into a gift- as a thanks for all the ones she'd given you.

you slipped a small necklace with a moonstone pendant into lisa's locker on her birthday. attached was a note explaining the qualities of a moonstone such as inner growth and emotional balance, in light of her recent relationship ending.

the next day, you spotted the necklace adorning the girl's neck and smiled to yourself. when she found you later on, you were greeted with a hug, catching you by surprise. "thank you..so much." she whispered, before slipping a note into your pocket and rejoining her friends. it was her phone number.

from that day forward, lisa wore the necklace every day, and you wore your new matching bracelet.

rosé

rosé was captain of the cheer team, a role envied by many as a clear symbol of status. you'd known rosé years before school, and long before she'd become 'popular', due to your parents being friends.

you'd naturally drifted apart, but were still acquaintances in some ways- despite not even sparing each other glances in the hallways.

one day, in a strange turn of events, you found yourself inside rosé's house attending a dinner party with her family.

there was a definite air of awkwardness surrounding you two when you were left alone by your parents, but the conversation picked up when you began the gossip session.

you eventually found yourself in rosé's bedroom, completely abandoning the dinner party as you two joked around carelessly, forgetting about the divisions you faced in school. it felt strangely normal all of a sudden.

the following days were pleasant, instead of ignoring each other, you and rosé would say hello in the hallways. then it didn't take long for the friendship to rekindle as rosé would start asking to eat lunch together and hang out after school. much to their disdain, you'd eventually replaced a few of her popular new friends.

one thing led to another and you were once again in rosé's bedroom, this time as closer friends than before. you were finishing up some homework as she scrolled absentmindedly through her social media, both lying on the bed.

"i'm bored." she exclaimed with a sigh for emphasis, shifting so that she was directly beside you and her face inches away from yours. "i want to do something..." "like what?" you met her gaze, the proximity undeniably intimate. "i dunno!" she giggled while unsubtly glancing at your lips. "you sure?" you replied, smirking.

before you knew it, her lips were on yours and you were breathlessly making out with the cheer captain.

the small pecks in the hallways prior to that night seemed only natural.

gamin’ together → jjk

↳  pairing: jungkook/reader | smut, fluff ↳  au: boyfriend!jungkook ↳  warnings: cockwarming, humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, punishment, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating (jk eats his own cum out of u) ↳  word count: 3.7k ⁙  summary: with your boyfriend playing video games, you get needy for his attention ⁛  A/N: this fic is a part of the together series! so enjoy some boyfriend!jk vibes~

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Witches’ Brew [M]

Description: When Yoongi messes up a potion he ensures that it doesn’t go to waste   

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre/Warnings: pwp, Witch!au, slight e2l, brief mention of them being roommates, dom/sub undertones, aphrodisiac usage, choking, spanking, spitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, slight over stimulation. 

a/n: I sent @seokoloqy this dream a WHILE ago so that’s what this is based off. Fun fact! I actually practice witchcraft so the spell that they do in this fic is based off of one of my own personal spells from my grimoire. Think of these witches like… the ones from AHS season 3 lmao. 

“You need moon water” you say, going to hand the slim black-haired boy beside you the jar of clear liquid you had kept outside overnight to absorb the energy of the full moon. Yoongi, who was been in the middle of burning herbs to add to the spell dismisses you with a flick of his hand.

“I already added rose water to the mixture.”

“You added rose water— to a protection spell?” You questioned. Yoongi shrugs, adding the burned herbs to a mortar and pestle to grind into ashes and completely ignoring you in the process. Annoyed, you wave your hand at the mortar and pestle sending it skidding across to the other end of the table, and he turns to you, equally as annoyed.

“What?”

“Are you dumb?”

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gamin’ together → jjk

↳  pairing: jungkook/reader | smut, fluff ↳  au: boyfriend!jungkook ↳  warnings: cockwarming, humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, punishment, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating (jk eats his own cum out of u) ↳  word count: 3.7k ⁙  summary: with your boyfriend playing video games, you get needy for his attention ⁛  A/N: this fic is a part of the together series! so enjoy some boyfriend!jk vibes~

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Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference. 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint. 

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

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me, you, and this thing we have between us (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Jimin

Word Count: ~3.7k 

Warnings: everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

The doctors had prepped both you and Jimin in regard to the way your hormones would change now that you were expecting. Luckily for the both of you, the pregnancy had been fairly smooth for the first few months. The morning sickness was mild and the mood swings had been light, so he was very startled to wake up one Saturday morning and find you crying in your shoe closet like the world was ending.

“What? What’s the matter? Is it the baby?” He grabbed you gently by the elbow to pull you out of the slumped position on the floor.

“No,” you sniffed wetly, “God, no.”

“So, what’s the matter?”

“Look at me, Jimin. What do you notice?” He hesitated a bit, looking you over slowly. He thought he knew what you were getting at, so he tried to answer honestly. 

“You look like you got bigger.” 

“Exactly. I look like a fucking hot air balloon!”

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the honeytrap | myg

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: what can you do when your bees aren’t producing the amount of honey they should be? ask your neighbour, the honeybee king, for help of course! hybrid au. neighbour au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: fuckboy honeybee!yoongi x amateur beekeeper reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • lowkey crack • pwp

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, dirty talk, pussy eating, pussy slapping, fingering, cum eating, cock sucking, praise, degradation (we love and stan a king who can do both), face fucking, deepthroating, throat bulge?, choking (with hands), slight breath play, gagging, cum swallowing, lots of cum LIKE A LOT, our favourite honeyboi has honey flavoured cum, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, cumshot, cumplay, feeding of cum

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this is was lowkey crack hnnnnn,,, i swear i stood in the shower and laughed at this plot for a good 5 minutes before then laughing to @countrysundae while face timing her. so here we are, with a honeybee hybrid!yoongi for our favourite honeyboy,,,, im surprised no one has written him as a bee hybrid before, at least I personally haven’t come across any!

⟶ @honeymoonjin and @guksthighs honorary tags because this is sora’s first hybrid au that she’s gona feral for and jess because she supports sora’s bee flying out of puthy thoughts she wanted to witness yoongi’s honey cum yum yum

⇥ inspired by the bee movie because i’m a crackhead and also @ironicarmy who mentioned yoongi helping soothe vocalist!yn’s throat with honey and @strawbxxymilk who mentioned yoongi having honey tasting cum yum yum

⇥ unedited because i’m a trash gremlin

Stepping into your beehive, you look around at all the wooden bee boxes. Little fluffy bees bumble around the areas, flittering over the wildflowers planted nearby before turning to their artificial nests. With a soft smile and dressed in your protective bee suit, you walk over to one of the bee boxes before opening it. Pulling out a honeycomb, you inspect the little prismatic hexagonal cell.

“Damn. Again?” you mutter to yourself as you run your fingers over the comb, feeling the mostly empty ridges. Your bees hadn’t produced enough honey once again.

With a little pout, you turn to the beets buzzing about. None of it made sense to you. They were thriving. You were sure of it from the amount of flowers that were around and being readily pollinated by your bees. You could tell from the new little shoots that were sprouting sporadically over the grounds. Sure, you were fairly new to being a beekeeper and you were by no means commercial or an expert, but surely that shouldn’t be a reason your bees weren’t performing well?

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me, you, and this thing we have between us (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Jimin

Word Count: ~3.7k 

Warnings: everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

The doctors had prepped both you and Jimin in regard to the way your hormones would change now that you were expecting. Luckily for the both of you, the pregnancy had been fairly smooth for the first few months. The morning sickness was mild and the mood swings had been light, so he was very startled to wake up one Saturday morning and find you crying in your shoe closet like the world was ending.

“What? What’s the matter? Is it the baby?” He grabbed you gently by the elbow to pull you out of the slumped position on the floor.

“No,” you sniffed wetly, “God, no.”

“So, what’s the matter?”

“Look at me, Jimin. What do you notice?” He hesitated a bit, looking you over slowly. He thought he knew what you were getting at, so he tried to answer honestly. 

“You look like you got bigger.” 

“Exactly. I look like a fucking hot air balloon!”

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Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference. 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint. 

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

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Cherries (m.)

⤳ pairing: namjoon x reader

⤳ genre: camgirl!au, college!au | smut + fluffyyy

⤳ word count: 9.6k oof

⤳ summary: usually, you spent your evenings as a camgirl while thinking nobody knew about it. but that ended it all when your crush namjoon came up to you in class just to tease you with a name only your viewers should know of.

⤳ warnings: webcam masturbation, explicit sex, unprotected sex, squirting, deepthroating, tying up, degrading names, a little combo of cum & food play huehue

⤳ a/n: this is just a bts version of a fic I posted for a mx member, but since I haven’t posted in a while, I thought I’d at least give y’all this :’)

Turning on the camera, you looked at your own reflection on the screen; how you sat on your bed wearing your favorite set of lingerie – black lace with some fiery red printed on your bra, topping it off with a thick choker around your neck. You liked it simple and either ways, you’d take it all off sooner or later.

You pressed the green “GO LIVE” button – 3, 2, 1… There were you again, continuing your every night routine. The first few users already logged in, the ones your mind remembered well because they were on here regularly. And they probably waited for you anticipating every single night.

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Witches’ Brew [M]

Description: When Yoongi messes up a potion he ensures that it doesn’t go to waste   

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre/Warnings: pwp, Witch!au, slight e2l, brief mention of them being roommates, dom/sub undertones, aphrodisiac usage, choking, spanking, spitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, slight over stimulation. 

a/n: I sent @seokoloqy this dream a WHILE ago so that’s what this is based off. Fun fact! I actually practice witchcraft so the spell that they do in this fic is based off of one of my own personal spells from my grimoire. Think of these witches like… the ones from AHS season 3 lmao. 

“You need moon water” you say, going to hand the slim black-haired boy beside you the jar of clear liquid you had kept outside overnight to absorb the energy of the full moon. Yoongi, who was been in the middle of burning herbs to add to the spell dismisses you with a flick of his hand.

“I already added rose water to the mixture.”

“You added rose water— to a protection spell?” You questioned. Yoongi shrugs, adding the burned herbs to a mortar and pestle to grind into ashes and completely ignoring you in the process. Annoyed, you wave your hand at the mortar and pestle sending it skidding across to the other end of the table, and he turns to you, equally as annoyed.

“What?”

“Are you dumb?”

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Just a round-up of a bunch of the masks I’ve got in stock. I got these posted up on Twitter a couple days ago, but probably not really time to get them shipped for Halloween at this point. 

These masks and more are all up on my Etsy shop.

ace attorney oc's... waugh..

funny character explanations

so the defense is rae ven (haha bird joke) and they're aro/ace and use your average she/they/he pronouns

the one in the corner is anita hero (who belongs to @spookydetective who is cool) and she's a prosecutor

some small little facts is that- anita speaks with mia on some occasions, rae is friends with kristoph (sorta), and if memory serves, anita and rae's met during their first case that happened around the time mia and edgeworth's first case did