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[everyonewooeverywhere]

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SOFT DOMINANCE / OBEDIENCE WITH YUNHO

pairing ✭ dom!yunho x gn!reader

word count ✭ 0.4k

part 2 | part 3

warnings/notes: yunho calls them "baby" & "pretty,” this isn’t smut, just something i’ve been obsessing over all day 🙂

yunho is absolutely the kind of guy who just fucking thrives off of obedience. it doesn't always have to be overtly sexual, either (though it often can be, especially for him). but his favorite form is telling you to "come here" whether verbally or not.

like he'll see you stressing over a heavy workload or an argument you had with a family member. you're pacing the kitchen, trying to ease your nerves, clearly way deep in your own head. he'd call out your name from across the room and beckon you to him. "come here, baby," he'd command gently.

he's seated at a barstool, so he'll slot you between his legs, grabbing your shaking hands. he'd love how easily you came to him. no hesitation. because you trust his intentions. he'd ask you, "what's wrong, pretty?' and he'd just kiss your knuckles and palms while you told him.

another time he'd be lounging in bed, glasses on the bridge of his nose while he reads a book on top of the covers. when you walk in the bedroom you're on the phone with a friend. he watches you chat with them as you change into pajamas and wash off your face. when you step out of the bathroom, he catches your eye and holds out his hand. a simple gesture to tell you to get in bed with him.

still on the phone with your friend, you'd take his hand and climb into bed with him without hesitation. he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your hair as you chat with them, smiling every time you get a bit animated.

in public, things don't change at all. if you go out to a bar with him and your friends, he's always there to keep an eye on you while you have fun. he doesn't interfere with your fun, but he's always careful. he wants you to drink and dance without any risk of mishaps or creeps, so he's just there to step in if you need it. and sometimes you definitely do.

you'd be chatting up at the bar with your friends and the bartender, but unbeknownst to you, you have a few spectators who aren't him. the two strangers had been watching your little group the whole night, and, when by some accident, your friends leave you alone at the bar, they take that as a chance to move in.

you wouldn't notice them at all, but you'd catch yunho's eye across the bar. all he has to do is beckon you to him with his hand and you come straight into his arms. no questions. his dead stare at the strangers would ward them away, so he'd kiss your cheek and ask you how your night was going. letting you live in drunk oblivion in the safety of his arms.

[fercrish]

🐙MARINA AND OCTAVIO MINI COMIC🐙 When I saw Octavio in the stand I knew I had to make this as I also remembered Marina is Squid Sisters' fan.

[inittosinit]

They shmoovin

[snailsnaps]

y/ns tryna rizz up the DJ

[jellysketch]

[robo-milky]

[Read: Left -> Right | NOT SHIP ]

The official meeting of Rollo and Cloche! I really wanted to challenge myself to make something just a little longer, and this was the perfect interaction to start with! Even without all the Jingle Bell stuff (started out as a joke), Rollo was a character integral to Cloche’ character growth and brought out her old self that was more socially aware and manipulative (current Cloche makes the choice to not conform to social norms).

Cloche doesn’t have a special intro or anything, but she’s exaggerating her maid curse out of spite towards NRC, and to appear pitiful in Rollo’s good graces. (Violet Evergarden ref)

Big PSA that any and all Cloche + Rollo interaction is to be read with the lens that both of them are trying to manipulate each other.

[Thumbnail + Excess of 2nd Page cause I really liked it ;;]

All my resources and nonexistent budget went to Cloche- I have my priorities okay-

[iraprince]

if u like listening to music while u work but find urself getting distracted fiddling with queueing stuff/finding The Perfect Playlist/etc my recent hack has been just throwing on youtube videos of dj sets

book club radio is a good channel to start w bc they usually have the overall Vibe of the set in the title (i.e. "dreamy pop mix", "energetic techno mix" etc) so u can pick the general tempo or w/e u want but then it just kind of blends into the bg and u can set it + forget it

any time i put my own playlists on i'm just too familiar w what could be coming up and i end up wasting so much time skipping/scrolling 2 look for specific songs and stuff. dj sets are like putting a post-op doggy cone on me. it;'s out of my hands

[wisteriagoesvroom]

WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE (footage from the reiss x mclaren fashion campaign)

Source

[martiniluvr]

“jason todd is miserable and tortured and that’s just how it has to be” ok but have you considered this song is literally him if things had been different. have you ever thought of that.

[horse-plinko]

djoah kissing everyone cheers

[roofhowze]

party in my iggy !!

[everyonewooeverywhere]

X-RATED X-MAS DAY 9: JUST THE TIP W/ HONGJOONG

christmas masterlist 🖤

pairing: bf!hongjoong x afab!reader

rating: 18+

content/warnings: unprotected sex, begging, hj is a weak man 😔

notes: this one just came out of me tbh

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

The two of you were no stranger to sex first thing in the morning. Something about the close proximity and the way your brains were still foggy from sleep made it so intimate and special.

You loved it because he was so gentle with you. And he took his time caressing your cheeks and kissing you so softly.

And he particularly loved it because you were usually extra vocal in the morning. Your brain’s haziness ridding you of any shame at how loud you could really get. And fuck the way you wrapped your arms around his neck and whimpered, “Joong…” into his lips was enough to make him want to stay inside you forever.

Issues tended to arise out of the early morning rendezvous. Like how you went through the last of your condoms last night. Evident by the empty box Hongjoong pulled out of his night stand.

He always reassured you, though, pecking your forehead and slipping his hand into your shorts, “It’s okay, baby. We can do things this way.” His fingers slowly rubbing circles on your clit, sliding through your folds to wet them.

But you were never satisfied. “Please, Joong,” you arched your back, groping your tits through your sleep shirt, “Just this once~”

“Baby…” he scolded. Pulling his fingers out and gripping your hips. Eyes shamelessly focused on the way your nipples poked through the thin white fabric covering them.

You stuck your bottom lip out at him, reaching a hand down to the bulge in his sweatpants, “Please…”

And it was pointless fighting back. The way you looked at him. The way you responded to his touch. He couldn’t leave you like this. Not when you asked so nicely.

“Shit—ok.” You watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat, “Just the tip. Ok?”

You bit your lip and nodded. Heat rushing through you in anticipation as he slid his cock out of his pants. Pulling your shorts aside to press the tip into your pulsing entrance.

His moan made you clench around him. You watched his face intently. The way his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he held himself back. Trying to keep himself from falling completely into you.

But you were making it nearly impossible for him. Looking at him with those eyes that begged him so desperately to let go of all his self control.

He barely held it together. Jerking himself off with his tip burrowed inside. Gripping the base of his bright red cock and pumping it in his hands. Imagining his palm was the walls of your pussy.

You could tell he was close by the way his jaw dropped open and his head fell back. "Please cum," you whispered, "I wanna see you cum."

And how could he deny you that. He let himself go so fast that he almost forgot to pull out. He pulled out just enough to watch his spurts of cum paint your shorts. "Fuck you're so perfect," he muttered as he kissed you.

You smiled at how bad you effected him. You tangled your fingers in his hair and met his eyes when he pulled off his lips, "Am I perfect enough to sit on your face?"

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. And he muttered under his breath, "You're gonna be the fucking death of me."

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[defiantinsect]

oh now youre interested 🤨

[gonkaccino]

Season 4 hope/prediction: Deb's show is solid, zero issues, runs flawlessly with great ratings, but her personal life is completely eroding. We start with her discovering Marcus is leaving, and it culminates in DJ going into labor right before a taping. Deb chooses the show. When it's over, and she finally flies to Vegas, it's too late -- Aiden's not letting her in because he loves his wife too much to let DJ get into a shouting match with her mom right after giving birth, and instead takes the brunt of Deb's wrath, with her making excuses and talking about how they used her money for IVF, and anyway, DJ's fine, so who cares if she wasn't there? Kathy's in the room with DJ and the baby (DJ's the closest she has to a daughter, after all) and Deb leaves too furious to think about how badly she's hurt her family.

She heads back to her Vegas mansion -- empty, obviously, Josefina and the dogs would be in LA -- and pops open a bottle of wine. Alone. Completely alone. Can't call Marty, she has no friends, the closest she's got would be Kiki and wouldn't that be embarrassing, calling your poker dealer to talk about your feelings --

and then Ava's there. She got the news about DJ's labor, she got the story from Aiden (who was distraught, by the way, man's too much of a sweetheart for Vance drama), a spare key from Damian (happy to pawn that off on her, though if it isn't returned promptly he's taking legal action) and has arrived just in time to see the Deborah Vance having a breakdown the likes of which no one thought physically possible. Crying gives you wrinkles, you know. But Ava has to be here. She's the physical embodiment of a lesson Deb never truly learned: you don't have to like someone to love them.

In my imaginary fantasy land that I am concocting this would then subsequently lead into them fucking nasty but I understand that this may be a step too far for the surprisingly large number of very normal people who watch this show and would forgive JPL for not taking it that far. However I do believe they should fuck about it and let Ava take the reigns in their relationship while they see how many of Deb's bridges they can un-burn.

[minghaosmilfshirt]

It's October so here's my fix-it fic for Seventeen's newest album.

Blank version

[lycanpunk666]

My end of a wonderful Art trade with @jesterjaxx !!

It was a wonderful experience, I’ve learned a lot about thumbnailing n color mapping from this trade. Also, djuncan is always fun.