#real dj

[mischieviem]

Werepires!!!

[djts-arts]

WINNERS W/ THEIR SOULBOUND

Individuals under the cut

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

I love how only hickey gets psychiatric help. the rest of them can go fuck themselves I guess.

[ar0rin]

she told him to slay. tragic

[realnyhiphop101]

DJ Doo Wop “95 Live & Da Bounce Squad” Era

[blueberry-blast]

@ the GrandFest hanging out with both grandpa's :)

[joocomics]

ಬ made in heaven

pairing: dj!jiung x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1.4k

contains: strangers to lovers trope, (unprotected) car sex, light sub/dom dynamics, dirty talk, pet names, restraints (handcuffs), voice kink, jiung uses a cheesy pick up line as reader wears an angel costume for halloween and it works

a/n: this was supposed to come out yesterday (10/07), but i was exhausted from work and completely forgot to post it >< happy belated birthday jiung, your blue era will never be forgotten ♡

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“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

You turn around to see exactly the face you've been wishing to get the chance to see up close. It's been a while since you saw him for the last time and you're surprised to realise that you haven't forgotten his face at all.

It's not just his captivating blue hair that still keeps you intrigued, it's everything about him.

“You’ve probably heard this multiple times tonight already,” he chuckles as the corners of his lips slide up nervously, “sorry.”

You smile back, pleased to see him flustered. As you both allow your gazes to drag up the other’s body, your head tilts to the side playfully.

“Your name?”

Of course, you know his name already. But you don't want him to ever find out that you've asked around about him, or that you stalked his Instagram account the same night you saw him play for the very first time at this exact club you are right now.

“Jiung.”

“Jiung,” you repeat his name like it’s something you can taste on your tongue, “so you don't use a special DJ name or anything like that?”

“No,” he shakes his head; the charming smile doesn't leave his face, “I'm Jiung here as much as I am outside this club. What's your name?”

“I liked your set, Jiung.” Well, you always do. There are a few reasons why you continue to come here with your friends, and one of them definitely has to do with the addictive effects his seamless selections of tracks have on your body. “I’m Y/N.”

“And I enjoyed watching you have fun to it, Y/N.” He makes a quick pause before speaking out your name as he feels lucky to be able to know it. He wants to savour each letter.

The way you danced earlier with your friends caused him to keep glancing up at your silhouette as if you're some sort of a celestial vision. The way your body swayed rhythmically to the music kept distracting him not only because your sexy white dress with small shimmering wings undeniably stood out in the colorful crowd with blazing lights, but also because you've stolen his attention few times before already and he remembers you. He couldn’t help, but notice the way your eyes searched for him too.

“You've been watching me?”

Your bodies move closer. The techno beats which keep on booming intensely in the thick air isn't the only thing bringing you closer though.

You pick up on the way his eyes explore your face like they've been waiting for the proper moment to do so. There's a lustful spark in them that holds onto your gaze and you feel your excited heart come to a halt beneath your dress.

Jiung's lips curl flirtatiously as he’s about to answer and the sight floods your veins with adrenaline rush.

“I think it's impossible not to spot a beautiful angel like you.” His attention goes to your lips as they part slightly in surprise. “I notice you every time.”

At that moment, you both realise that neither of you wants to stay in this crowded club anymore. You both crave some privacy, and it’s time for you to say goodbye to your friends.

You didn't expect for things to escalate so quickly like this; for this Halloween party to suddenly lead you to Jiung’s car where he helps you adjust on his lap, pressing you down harder and groaning into your neck from how nice it feels to have you melting in his embrace.

“You're so gorgeous,” he whispers at your ear before continuing to nibble on your skin. Every time he speaks he sounds as if he's intoxicated, but he's completly sober. “Where have you been all this time?”

For some reason your divine costume of an angel only turns him on even more, and he can't stop roaming his hands along the fabric of your simple, but yet pretty dress that's hugging your curves perfectly, and your fishnet stockings - they occasionally tempt him to look down as his fingertips curiously sneak through them, but soon enough he loses patience and asks almost out of breath from your long kisses:

“Can I?”

And once you nod, because you’re unable to form proper sentences at the moment, with one swift move Jiung rips them off, exposing your panties.

You drag the dress up at your waist before shutting your eyes closed at the sudden, but delightful contact of his fingers against your clit. Needy sounds already start escaping your throat as he maintains circling motions at the right spot meanwhile your one hand keeps your panties to one side, not wanting him to stop even for a second.

“You sound so pretty, angel…” He utters before pressing an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. “Don’t stop, baby.”

Your skin warms up more and more with each word he says; with each following touch of his gentle lips that travel along your cleavage. And his voice… it spreads so captivatingly in the silence to the point the warm knot of arousal doubles in your body just by the sound of it.

“Right there,” you plead as the fingers of your one hand run through his vibrantly blue hair; the other is pressed against the car window, keeping you steady.

Jiung would love to keep savouring the nice feeling of your pussy, but your rising moans turn him eager to feel you other ways. He slowly retrieves his hand and kisses your neck one last time before leaning back to unzip his pants.

As you anticipate the moment with dazed eyes and racing heartbeat, your attention moves to the right seat next to you. It’s empty except the pair of handcuffs that’s left there.

You look at Jiung questionably as you pick them up.

“I was going to be dressed up like a cop for one of my friends’ parties.” He explains, meeting your sparkling eyes. Your little halo is tilted, he notices.

“I think I’ll wear them better.” A sly smile appears on your lips as you lean in to whisper: “Handcuff me.”

“Why?” Jiung asks playfully; his tone is soft, but in the most erotic way. “You’ve been such a good angel.”

And he’s right, but he does it anyway.

You tell him you can get naughty when you’re impatient meanwhile he simply likes the look of your wrists restrained together and dangling at his chest as you bounce up and down.

Your fingers clench desperately at Jiung’s hoodie at the same time as his own sink into your hips wanting to support your movements; to keep up the nice pace that has you both panting in sync as he bumps into your sweet spot again and again.

“Fuck—“ You mewl when your walls grip onto his cock harder as the firm grip on your body shifts around your waist. “I’m gonna cum,” you utter breathlessly. The way you fall back down starts to look and sound sloppy, but nonetheless eager to reach your peak.

Jiung’s hands go beneath your ass to hold you tighter. “Stay like this for me, angel,” he asks, as now his hips do the rest of the work. The sudden relentless slamming results into your mind going completely numb as you stay still with your muscles tensing from the thrill.

The lewd sharp sounds of his hips flying up to crash repeatedly into you fill the dark small space. Your heavy breaths turn the windows around you even foggier every time they melt into each other until they elevate into one blissful wailing the moment your thighs begin to shake as the climax washes over you.

The intense warmth floods your body in one strong wave, electrifying every part of you as Jiung pulls out in a hurry to release onto your stomach.

You lean back, staring down at the white ropes of arousal marking your skin. Jiung’s voice quietly shakes as his mouth hangs open in delight; the tight fist around his length gradually calms down.

“You have a pretty voice,” you speak up first after he looks up in search for your eyes. Your words come out much more mellow now as you normalise your breathing. “Have you ever thought about a singing career?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies through a coy chuckle.

That’s the last thing he expected to hear from you in a moment like this. He stares at you with an obvious intrigue as you smile, running your hands up and down his chest.

“Well, you should consider it. I don’t need to hear you sing to know you have it in you.”

The truth is, Jiung kind of made up that answer. He often sings not only in his head, but also out loud, as he walks around his apartment, doing different mundane things… but he’s fully aware you already know he just lied to you.

His hands stroke your thighs as they still keep him down. The noise the metal handcuffs create around your wrists rings in the heavy air with lustful aroma.

“I will.” He nods, fixating his lazy gaze back on yours. “You can be my muse. Every artist has one. Right, angel?”

Is this his way to ask if he’s going to see you again, you wonder…

The answer to both is yes.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[fridaydevils]

Mysims sketches… my favorite girls!!!

[givemedamage]

*uses this bitch as a little bookmark*

[dandelion-idk]

Clickbait is really profitable in splatube

The comments are wild

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

running list of dumb things we've called Strahd:

DJ Skrahd

Strahn Von Jovi

Strahbadict Cumberbatch

Strahd Blah's Law Blog

Strahdberries and Cream

Stramallamadingdong

The Curds of Strahd

A Wasted Opportunity For Queer Representation

Stramboli

Strahmballina

[djts-arts]

⭐ A full circle 🌙

[TW : some blood]

It's funny that Scott said that powder snow could make it a full circle for them, but him giving a life to Pearl feels like a full circle to me on last life

Very normal with them

[ladybabbi]

they are NOT beating the bestie allegations 😭

[suntails]

⚔️🐙

[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.

[realnyhiphop101]

DJ Clue “Desert Storm” Era