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the devil’s change up (m)
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: smut, fluff / college, baseball player au
warnings: graphic dirty talk, demeaning names, dom themes, mild jealousy, non-penetrative bat play, semi-public sex, unprotected sex
word count: 41,317
description: Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.
note: the symbol (◇) means the scene is in jungkook’s perspective
You were sitting against the cool metal bleachers located inside the dugout. You scowled out at the field as you watched the players prance around on the hunter green turf, cleats pattering with each step. Their orange, clay-stained uniforms passed by one after another, only seeming to do so in order to taunt you with painful memories.
You hated your shift with the baseball team — absolutely despised it.
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paradise 17; m
⤷ “Welcome to Paradise 17, the immersive virtual reality of your most private fantasies. Please, to begin your pleasurable experience, click ‘proceed’ and pick your partner.”
✓ Couple: Taehyung x Reader | VirtualReality!AU
✓ Filed under: smut
✓ Look out for: dom!tae; overstimulation; praising; voyeurism; cock worship; spanking; vibrators… there’s also a mirror on the ceiling because science
✓ Words: 15,217
Author’s Note: Do you ever feel a feeling that doesn’t exist? That was my entire experience writing this fic. Hope you guys like it, because I even made a gif-cover for it.
The first time you heard about Immersive Virtual Reality, you thought that it could be the biggest breakthrough of the century. It was something straight out of a futuristic movie; an invention that even the most intelligent of programers could only aspire to achieve; or perhaps a trope that had been worn-out by repetitive anime remakes and hollywood producers. It was too good — too complex — to be true, and that was precisely why it worked so well.
There had been a huge fuss amongst online communities much longer before the devices hit the common sphere of customers. Forums whispered of a secret project of a big gaming company, supposedly a helmet that could induce a dream-like state, in which the individual was completely absorbed in an artificial, parallel world. Lo and behold: one of the most predominant tech names in the world — Idol — came out with their almighty IMVIT helmet soon after, and the promise of an “overwhelming new experience” for gamers worldwide.
Of course, it didn’t take long for humans do what they do best: turn something innocent into porn. In less than a year after Idol’s IMVIT helmet had hit the markets, the so-called Paradise 17 — with its embarassing slogan: the future has come — was already one of the top five most sold platforms, rapidly climbing up towards the first position. From what you had gathered, it worked as a hotel-like interface, in which you could mold an insubstantial partner into your perfect sexual fantasy, and then be taken into a personalized room, where the magic would take place. There were supposedly a lot of steps involved, for the system wished to reach as close as possible to perfection, while making sure that the entire experience was both pleasurable and safe — words from its website, not your own.
You told yourself that you wouldn’t succumb into the temptation that the program offered, but, of course, those had been mere superficial rationalizations. You lasted precisely three months — quite a long time, if you were to be completely honest — before you purchased the simulation. To your defense, it was one hell of a deal: since they had been getting ready to launch a new version of it, you managed to get it for 75% off in a stock clearing. Besides, it was only a five minute wait for the download.
The future had, indeed, come.
“Simulation fully downloaded. Connect your IMVIT helmet to your computer.”
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I need her so much 😭😭😭
Can’t stop thinking about brothers!best friend hoon who you accidentally send a spicy pic to and he ends up getting super jealous like who did u mean to send this to and you shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing but instead of telling ur brother he shows you that you should be sending them to him instead 🤭
okaay, so i went a bit ott w this and wrote 1.2k words but please enjoy!
brother's best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader
warnings: smut (mdni), nudes, masturbation, cumming and moaning, recording lewd acts, anything else lmk!
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you mean to send it to a fwb or situationship and accidently click sunghoon’s name. it would be a tit pic or one of you in your underwear holding your tits as you snap a pic in the mirror.
the message comes through and sunghoon is with your brother either playing video games or watching a movie. when your name pops up, he eyes it oddly, wondering why on earth you would text him so late or even at all. usually, the only reason you do is to get a ride but as far as he knows, you’re staying in tonight.
he opens it, catches a glimpse, and quickly locks it again. placing it face down for good measure. part of him doesn’t believe it because why are you send him such a picture like that, you hardly speak to him - much to his disdain - so a spicy picture is the last thing he expects.
sunghoon looks over to your brother, assessing if he caught his unfamiliar reaction. when he concludes that he hasn’t, he picks his phone back up and unlock it again, this time a little more prepared.
he studies the picture closely, every curve and bump of your body look so delicious that it sends his heart rampent and in consequence, his cock twitches uncomfortably as it strains the zipper of his jeans. sunghoon knows it’s wrong to be looking but you sent him at, if anything it would be rude not to ogle.
the message attached to it reads “a little gift for you”, not your best sexting but men are easy to get riled up, they don’t need shakespear level captions to nudes; sunghoon is the perfect example.
smirking, he types out a reply “my birthday isn’t until december, so what’s the occasion?”
and that is the moment you see the name park sunghoon printed loud and clear at the top of the screen and you halt all your actions, that sick feeling in your stomach. of course, you have had a crush on your brother’s best friend for as long as you can remember, who wouldn’t be attracted to the park sunghoon?
you search every way to erase the message but it's there now, in his grasp forever. he probably thinks you’re some pervert, sending unsolicited nudes to men who never asked but you really thought you were spending it to the man who requested it.
shakily, you type out a quick, feeble “sorry! please delete that, it wasn’t for you.”
well, that makes his eyebrow quirk and a scoff form in his throat because who the fuck are you sending spicy pictures to if not him? how many have you already sent to perverted men who don’t deserve to see you in such beauty.
your brother turns around at the sound of sunghoon’s disgruntled snarl and sees him typing back.angrily, asking his friend if he is alright. sunghoon can’t exactly tell him that he’s scolding you for sending smut pics to men that aren’t him, so he brushes it off and says it’s someone from work asking him to cover a shift.
“and who was it meant for? you shouldn’t be sending pictures like this to losers.” he wants to say more but he leaves it at that and adjusts his pleading cock in his trousers. well, until you send him a response.
“i can send them to whoever i like.” its snappy, rude, and not want sunghoon wants to read. now that he’s saw your body scantily-clad, he wants to be the only one that ever sees it, meaning, he needs to give you a reason to never think about taking pictures like this to anyone else.
“no you fucking can’t.” he hurriedly types out the message, just in case you decide to send this particular picture to the correct recipient. standing up, he excuses himself from your brother's presence, knowing what he is about to do would constitute a break in their friendship.
you are off limits, you have been since they became friends, each lingering glance he stole, each excuse he gave to touch you, all of it went against the number one rule in their friendship; don’t get with my sister.
so as he locks himself in the bedroom, setting up his camera on the bedside table, he situates himself on the bed and frees his aching cock. the best way to stop you sending any nudes to other men is by making sure you don’t want any of the other men saved in your phone, and he is going to do that by sending you a little gift of his own.
pumping his cock lazily, he hits record before leaning back, squeezing and releasing just under his bell. the tip turns pink as he focuses his brain on the picture you sent, he can only imagine how your tits bounce when riding him.
he strokes himself faster and harder. “fuck, y/n, so tight,” he moans out, loud enough for the microphone to pick it up but quiet enough not to alert your brother of his wrong doings.
his thumb washes over the slit of his dick, rubbing it harshly as he imagines how snug he would fit inside your tight cunt, your walls enclosing on each protruding vein that decorates his thick and long cock. “wish i was inside you right now, fucking you to filth in your bed,” he grits out through his teeth, his balls tightening as his imagination grows wilder, thinking about how the tip of him would be ramming into you so fast that you eould be crying, begging him for more. there would be a bulge forming in your stomach due to his size and he would press down on it, adding to both of your pleasure.
“y/n…fuck i wanna fill you up so good that you don’t think about another man again.” the confession comes out strangled as he reaches his climax. “i’m gonna cum so deep inside you, are you ready, baby?”
the camera catches him spurting his seed over his stomach as he moans your name over and over again, a fountain of his cum coating him with each thought of you comijg undone above him; oh how he wishes his cum wasn’t wasted in his hand and instead painting your pretty cunt.
stopping the recording, he sends it before he changes his mind. he washes up and changes into a set of pyjamas to elude to your brother that his absence was innocent.
he plonks back on the couch just as his phone pings with a message from you: “get rid of him, i’m coming over.”
safe to say you won't be sending pictures to anyone but him ever again.
Attack on Prime Chapter 52 Snippet: Optimus v Megatron
Main Story
(So before we get into this, firstly, major spoilers for my fanfic on ao3. Like this is the most recent chapter.
Second. I don’t usually post my chapters on tumblr because my word count has gotten too big that it no longer fits. But this was something I worked really hard on and I would like to share it on tumblr too. So enjoy)
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I have a frostgrave game tomorrow and we needed some more fantasy looking terrain to use so I grabbed and spent a long day painting some old lotr ruins i received from a schoolfriend in my teens, and some ruins from the 3rd edition 40k starter set i had received from my step brother around the same time who surprisingly died a few weeks ago from apparent overdose surprising no one.
I still have details to pick out but I'm just ecstatic I managed to paint the terrain I've looked at on my shelf for so long.
Heres a few wips of the next ones to get done, these will require a lot more detailing:
Also my hand:
I know what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right, yet to fail nonetheless.
Infinity War (2018) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo
180526 := airplane pt.2 x taehyung
That idiot ghost
Letters to be Put in a Coffin
Warnings: suicide (It's dazai, what were you expecting?) ooc writing
I want a casket.
I've always wanted a casket as a birthday gift but no one ever gave it to me, the closest was Mori-san telling me that he'll teach me how to mix medicine so I could finally kill myself.
But he didn't, he lied.
He lied.
Mori always lies.
I just want a casket to lie down and fall asleep in, maybe that way, I could finally have a sound sleep. Maybe that way, wraiths won't hunt me anymore.
Wanting to die painlessly is a hassle. I might never admit it but over the years, I've discovered that dying hurts. No matter the method, how delicately you execute it or how eager you are, it'll still hurt. There's no such thing as a painless death, we're all just bound to suffer. The thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like—no thanks. Maybe I don't want to die, because if I wanted to, I would've made sure the noose was secure enough the first time I ever tied it.
I don't want to die.
But I don't want to live either.
There's no reason for me to keep on living. I can't find a reason to live, I know I won't. I can't even justify my existence...
"Someone loved you enough to give birth to you."
Chuuya was wrong, he's always wrong.
If she really loved me, then why am I like this? Do I look like a product of love to you? Do I look like I was brought up with love?
Dear, chuuya
I miss who I could've become.
I don't miss being a fetus.
I miss not feeling anything.
I miss not knowing anything.
I miss not existing at all.
Maybe if my mother had slept that night I wouldn't have been here suffering all this years.
If someone ever thinks of me after I died, if you saw the remains of the one dead to shame, please spread me in the ocean. I want to be food for the crabs, it'd balance out my life don't you think?
fav skz // this Seungmin
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Second I get already
Have a low quality Ren Hana xxx
(germany is cool.)
Dancer || Part Two
Edit: this didn’t post in the tags so if you could help spread the word I’d love you sm 💗
Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: innuendo, language, masturbation (m&f)
Word Count: 6.8k
A/N: sorry this took so long!! i hope you like it, and if you want to talk abt what happened / what you think is gonna happen next, send me some asks lol! I have a math review to do (that i put off to finish this) so it’ll be fun to read while i work!
As always, reblogs/feedback are appreciated so, so much!!
Week Two, Lesson Three
“There she is, the shining star of the White Velvet!” Roger says through cupped hands as you walk through the door.
A grin creeps onto your lips as you roll your eyes, flipping him off before dropping your bags by the door. “Not in a practicing mood, are we?” You give a flippant gesture to his impractical outfit. “Because I know you remember what I said about the denim, Rog.”
He grabs a mug of coffee and shrugs. “I remember you saying that my jeans are pretty,” He says smugly. You shake your head and hop onto a barstool. “How’ve you been, love? Give any memorable lap dances?”
You think for a moment, bringing your finger to your lips before it hits you. “You know what, I did give his one,” you admit. “Young guy, quite handsome.” There’s a tick in his jaw as he tries to keep from saying something stupid. “Honestly, it’s the fastest I’ve ever made someone get hard.” You pause and put a hand on his arm. “But you should know that Rog, because you were there.”
A forced laugh escapes his lip before he occupies himself drinking coffee, obviously trying to fight the blush on his cheeks. “Well, you know, you were clearly doing your best work, so you should be flattered.”
It’s your turn to laugh, which makes his face go even redder. “If you think that’s my best work, you really don’t have a chance in hell at keeping up with me, in any way, shape, or form.” He grumbles something in response, but you can’t make it out.
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Since I posted the unfinished one earlier, here's the finished version