holding hands with someone is actually the most outrageous form of casual intimacy!!! it makes me fucking crazy!!!! like you’re just walking together and you hold onto eachother just because you like being close?? the tenderness!!!!! the romance!!!!! i’m losing my mind
cut to me, playing my horror instrument at 4 am; my downstairs neighbors bang relentlessly at their ceiling with a broom stick, trying to stop me from summoning witches
this has nothing to do with enlistments i just don’t think teenagers should be debuting and also i want people to see that being in your 30s is fun and sexy and doesn’t equal the retirement home
I’ve seen Tumblr being a broken mess before but this post really takes the cake. OP doesnt have a name. If you look in the notes half the reblogs are just colons. I’ve seen people say clicking on OP’s blog brings them to an entirely random one, and that they couldnt exit it. You’ve got people investigating OP, and white girls getting all defensive. One of those heritage posts blogs is there. If I wanted to show someone peak Tumblr and what its like on here I’d just show them this post.
Yesterday, I wrote about a post about the whitewashing that can happen in BTS fanfics and why we need POC writers in general - and in the BTS fandom. Today, I have a post with more than 60 BTS fanfic authors of color. Shout out to the Possums, my various contacts, and my other moots for their help.
Please share and support these writers!
Please do not repost and only reblog. This post took over 6 hours to collate.
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The beauty of such a large and diverse BTS fandom is that there are so many talented ARMY authors in our fanfic communities. As I mentioned in my post about how whitewashed BTS fanfics can be, I get especially happy when I come across fellow POC writers. Thanks to my own reading and networks of BTS friends and writers, I’ve compiled a list of BTS fanfic writers of color as a jumping off point to explore more POC authors and content creators.
If you are a writer of color and I did not include you (or didn’t rec a fic of yours), it’s nothing personal. Sometimes, I don’t know if writers identify as POC or I just haven’t come across your fics yet. Feel free to comment with your handles and a fic to check out and I will try to add you or update when I get a chance (and if I don’t, at least it will be in the comments once the comment itself is approved or moderated).
Read more >>> (leads to my site and not tumblr)
I will try to tag as many of the writers as possible on the tumblr but I apologize if I miss you.
There’s a new Situation and because of this Situation I can’t even tag anyone to spread the word. I was recently informed that as of about 18 hrs ago at this point (Jan 1st, 1pm EST) NO NEW POSTS are showing up in ANY tag search on ANY browser/app. I’ve checked this to confirm.
Myself and many others have noticed that posts have been taking a very long time to show up in tags these past fews days (my last post took about 5 hrs). Yesterday around 2pm EST staff reported they were aware of the issue and were working on a fix. This new development appears to have started around 7pm EST, which leads me to believe it’s a result of the “fix” that’s currently in progress. Unfortunately this has made the already bad situation impossibly worse in the meantime.
I have no idea how long this will be an issue but you may want to hold off on posting any new content until it’s sorted out.
summary: After your ex cheats on you with his ex, you decide to fuck the guy he idolizes the most to fuck with him.
tags: slight angst, revenge...sex?, petty reader, praise kink, reader has a fat ass, BIG cocked jk, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), vocal kink, dirty talk, tiny shrimp exboyfriend, fucking on the counter, begging, creampie, unprotected sex*(please be safe), nippleplay
genre: SMUT.
rating: M (18+)
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You have little time to explain.
Your ex, instead of telling you that he lost interest in the relationship by sitting down, having a nice chat about how things are going, you know, like a normal human being-- instead sends you a picture of him in his ex's bed to end things between you.
Now, you're not usually a spiteful kind of person. You're forgiving and understanding, just like your parents taught you. You were the one that called your friends immature when they blocked their exes on social media. You'd stick your nose up at them and ask them where their maturity had gone.
But this time, it seriously pissed you off.
You were building a life with this person. The love songs on the radio reminded you of this person, all of them did. Your heart fluttered every time they said your name, but now he's in someone else's bed-- shit!
Listen.
There is this man by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Your ex-boyfriend idolizes him. He'd always come home from work, whining to you that Jungkook beat him to a proposal or that Jungkook rides a Mercedes-- that he's trying to get like him. A twisted little idea conjured itself in your conniving mind.
The enemy of my enemy...is my friend.
That's something your mom taught you. "Don't put yourself after no man! Don't you put him over your own self." You will stick by that.
So when you dug up Jungkook's number from a work Christmas party your humpty-dumpty ex took you to, you messaged him explaining the whole situation. He got it almost immediately.
You had the outfit planned. You had the restaurant reservation planned. You had the time and the place to do the deed.
It didn't hurt that Jungkook conveniently made six figures and owned an apartment that overlooked the city of Houston from ten stories up. He had an elevator that led straight to the living room, and there he was with his fine self.
He wore black. His chest was open, his body spanning the entire length of his couch. His palm cradled a glass of champagne, swirling it in small circles.
He's always been the man you told your ex not to worry about. You'd always give him the side eye, had to keep yourself from staring at him too long so that it wouldn't look suspicious, or like nothing was going on between you-- not that there was. Now, there definitely would be.
"He'll never be me," Jungkook pouts, setting his drink down and greeting you at the elevator. "Welcome. You can get...anything you want from the fridge, we've been stocked since yesterday," he gestures toward the open kitchen, his sleek black countertops sparking in the hanging lights.
The entire place is clean. You meander about the place, keeping your hands to yourself before you feel something slip behind you. He's hugging your back tight, his head resting on your shoulder as his mouth kisses your neck teasingly.
Your lips part, a low and breathy whine escaping them as he tightens his grip, hissing while his hands travel your body.
He kisses your jaw, tugging you closer onto him before he groans softly into your ear. "Let me fuck you on the counter, make you feel like a whore...we can do it all night, make love one hundred and fifty different ways so that you feel all of what you were missing with that shrimp," he chuckles.
Every hair on your body stands, his thumbs fiddling with the straps to your skirt. It's unbelievable how thick his fingers are, and how tepid his palms are as they slip under the fabric lacing your body. They're strong and controlling, like him.
"Just look at how you react to me…" Jungkook splits his fingers at your labia, hurriedly slipping himself into your warm pussy. He groans instantly, gratified at the squelching arousal that melts on his digits.
"He never touched you right," his eyes follow his hands, then meet your own as he rolls his long index along your swollen bud. You twitch in sensitivity, stifling a moan. He brushes away a smile. Your knees shake, you're close to buckling.
You cling to his back, and he takes it as a sign to place you like a centerpiece on his luxury countertop and help you take off your measly skirt.
He hoists himself up there, crawling to match his body with yours. The surface beneath you is cold. It chills the skin of your back and cools you off, a relief from the heat between your legs.
Jungkook is kneeling on the side, getting his phone out. "It's only fair...that...we send him a little...revenge...video, hm?" He hums as he opens up his camera.
You're between his legs, prying at the button of his pants. He notices this and runs his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. He smiles confidently. "Go on, do that. Yeah, that's a good girl…" he's quite pleased.
No wonder when you unzip him, the biggest cock you've ever seen springs out and slaps your chin. You widen your eyes, spreading your thighs apart so as to not cream your panties.
He puts his phone down and leans back on his hands. "Take it in your throat, you can. Just be really careful, do it slowly," he caresses your jaw as it opens to accommodate for the size of his dick.
"Ah,, yeah slowly….until it hits all the way," he hisses, "...back."
You hollow your cheeks, nearly tearing up at his girth. He's stretching your throat and causing your sinuses to overflow. It's such a big cock, you take a moment to breathe in before swallowing it. You press your legs together hard, hitting a sweet spot in your little pussy as he fills out your slutty throat.
"I know...yeah, shhh...I know…" he coos. You glance up at his face, to watch him glaring down at you with dangerously relaxed eyes, rolling his tongue in his mouth before he brings his hips up to make you choke. "Yeah, swallow my cock," he growls in a low voice. "Swallow it to make up for all the times his couldn't even reach the back of your throat."
He picks up his phone again and begins filming beside his face, giving your boyfriend a good perspective. "This your bitch, _____?" He laughs. You can't stop taking it. It's so big, it's so big, it's so big, your saliva is running down the base of it. His precum is so sweet!
You let off, whining. "It's been so long since I've had a real man's cock inside of me!" You complain. "Please get inside me!"
Jungkook bites his lip and pulls you up to his thighs. In a moment of pure bliss, his lips clash against yours. His tatted hands grab your ass and jiggles it hard, kneading it until you're red from his touch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum on your thighs if your cock doesn't get inside me right now!" You pant.
His fascination with your desperate state escalates as soon as his hot shaft meets your cunt, your arousal melting like hot butter all over him. You're clenching beneath him, clawing your hands all up on his back as he fills you out, pushing your cervix and pressing into your gut. It's overwhelming just how much girth your pussy can accommodate."Fuck, yours is so much bigger~! Fuck, you're so much bigger…" you cry.
He moans, his eyes up on you as he massages your needy cervix with the beading tip of his cock. He plunges in on his elbows, his hips desperately fucking your tight cunt as if he could even feel his legs at this point. "Fuck, you're so much better than him, Jungkook~!!" You jubilate.
"Oh, fuck~!" You cry. He smacks his hips back up, snapping inside of you. You adopt a quick rhythm as his mouth sucks and flicks at your pretty tits, taking them in his mouth while his hands flicker and stimulate your throbbing clit just how you like it. The sounds vibrate, racking through your body in a glorious vibrato.
He echoes you, switching your positions so that he can pound into you just right and feel that gorgeous clenching you're doing around him better. "That's right, right there. Right there, feel all of it. All of it, baby…"
You're almost light-headed by the time the crashing orgasm hits you. "Oh fu--" you gasp. Euphoria paints his face** as his cock splurges a thick rope of his white cum deep inside your cunt. You squirm as he pins down your legs.
He pants. His lips meet yours again, a sweet kiss planted upon them. "Thank you," he thrums.
On the counter, Jungkook's phone is buzzing off the hook. Your ex is hitting him up constantly, raving about the video. He's sent about fifteen short blurbs so far...and he's still typing.
↣ another day, another trend that you’re forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.
pairing — tiktoker!jungkook x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, crack, pwp
word count — 5K
warnings/tags — college au, sorta established relationship, strong language, barista!reader, thigh kink (ofc), kinda famous jk, explicit smut — big dick jk, manhandling, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, hickeys, fingering, oral (f & m), hair pulling, clit biting, degradation, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, deep throating, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, unprotected sex, cum on chest?, aftercare
a/n — if you don’t watch tiktoks, that’s fine, he kinda explains it in the fic. I couldn’t get tiktoker!jk out of my head.
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Rubbing at the itch on your forehead, you’re scrubbing down the counter with tired arms, switching from one to the other while your co-worker sits at one of the tables, giggling at her phone screen now and again. If it was any other day, you would ask her to help but you’re not in the mood for another argument. Today had been one of those days, the kind that made you regret ever begging for a job here at the café. You were forced to deal with two elderly woman who chewed your ear off about not having oat milk. Despite you telling them – multiple times – that you don’t handle inventory.
Then you messed up two orders, which was entirely your fault. But you know that it could’ve been avoided if Mina got off her phone for a minute and remembered that she had a job to do instead of taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi here.
Just realized that when Jaskier said he’s scared that one day his muses will stop talking to him that this, his worst fear, has already happened when Geralt abandoned him.
Followed by asking ‘who are we when we can no longer do that one thing we were put on this continent to do’ with teary eyes.
Not only does he admit that Geralt is his muse, no he basically confessed that Geralt is his raison d'être, that not much of him is left without Geralt. In this essay, I will -
Shoutout to Muppet Christmas Carol for a) being the best Christmas Carol adaptation ever made and b) being the most hardcore Christmas Carol adaptation ever made. If you asked me where I could find the line "Your future is a horror story written by your crimes" I wouldn't say a Christmas movie starring the fucking Muppets but here we are, and I am HERE for it.
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