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rubinee · 9 months

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what if i got to dom a sub together with my domme friend in a sort of devil and angel scenario where i hold him and kiss him and encourage him so sweetly, praising him for how well he takes it while she absolutely destroys him <3

#wait so what taggs are yall using #hornyposting #bd/sm kink #nsft #might reblog this later with more details awooo #yes i love hurting men yes i love being sugar sweet yes i submit only to women but not physically I'm still untouchable ok thanks cool #much luv to all of ya #msub #fdom #🔘

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ryllen · 21 days

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I LKVE YOUR ART SO MUCH IDK WHY IM ALWAYS DO ANXIOS YO LEAVE COMMMENT S IN THE RRBLOGD BUT YOU ARE AWESOME SNF I HOOE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!! :D

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ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously · 2 years

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These three crashing the company dinner of the higher ups and leaving it a complete mess

#sashisu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fanart #shoko ieiri #gojo satoru #suguru geto #if you reblog this pls add funny taggs i love to read them they make my day <3 #trio

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rhasima · 1 year

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Ich habe 2.691 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

58 Einträge erstellt (2%)

2.633 Einträge gerebloggt (98%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@helloliriels

@tjlcarchives

@meetinginsamarra

@rhasima

@topsyturvy-turtely

Ich habe 77 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#sherlock – 34 Einträge

#john watson – 32 Einträge

#sherlock holmes – 31 Einträge

#johnlock – 30 Einträge

#bbc sherlock – 27 Einträge

#sherlock bbc – 27 Einträge

#martin freeman – 20 Einträge

#rhasimasart – 18 Einträge

#benedict cumberbatch – 17 Einträge

#fanart – 12 Einträge

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#i already have shoes and a coat sooo.... it's time for the rest even if it's never perfect

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Now, I just need some friends to play with 😂😂😂

114 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Februar 2022

Johnlock edits

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So, I have right now some sort of crisis? Really don't know, but trying to watch some Johnlock and cried so hard at this... wanted to share this, maybe some of you didn't know this exists.

Great work for this edit. Thanks for sharing.

117 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 26. September 2022

I miss Sherlock and John. Just miss them. I think nothing moved me like this damn show... really.

309 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. Oktober 2022

Thinking of an AU where John and Sherlock needs to survive

315 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 20. Januar 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

They doing it again...

So this official Live Escape Game Twitter is doing it again...

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Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #Jahresrückblick #Mein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 #Dein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #very interesting #I should tagg my reblogs better #Youtube

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eluriart · 9 months

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Flirting Contest

Start - Previous - [END]

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Cross belongs to jakei

Ccino belongs to black-nyanko

Author ramble note under the cut:

I first wanna thank you all for your support. It was a long project for me but all your reblogs, taggs and comments helped me finish it (i need to learn how to answer comments gbjjfgk!!!) It made me so happy to know that people liked this silly comic.

I learned a lot. Like… A lot. And my artstyle changed quite a bit which was a challenge because i kept trying to not change the artstyle too much during the final steps (the final part is a good exemple huh). I hope it did not bother you too much. I also hope you could easily read the text (terrible english and terrible handwriting but i’m trying).

Anyway… More comics are planned. I hope to improve more and share even better one’s with you all!

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the-bureaucracts-are-everything · 9 months

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welcome to the Ineffable bureaucracy ship week! Starting from the 21st till the 27th of August. Hope your looking forward to joining in and having fun!

Let's go over some things frist:

If you're participating please tag anything created with the prompts as IBweek2023 this will make it easier for everyone to keep track of stuff made by you lovely people

Please let me know if you don't want your stuff reblogged to here in the taggs of your stuff and I will respect your wishes, if nothing is said I will be rebloging everything with the tagg

While I know this is more geered towards art and writing (which I apologise for) You can create anything and long as it somehow fits in with the prompt (crafts, animatics playlists, videos, gifs, cosplay stuff..so go wild)

No pressure to complete all of the prompts, just do what is comfortable and fun for you! I know sometimes work or mental health can get in the way.

No pressure to fully stick with canon either, if you prefer their fanon dynamic made in season 1 more then you can make them like that for your version. I will say though if you are going to do their season 2 dynamic try to avoid whitewashing and also misgendering in genral, thanks. (Beez canonly uses they/them and gabe is genderless with he/him pronouns)

Please keep it genuinely sfw, as I want this to be as inclusive as I can. There is nothing stopping you from taking inspiration from the prompts to make something more mature just please don't tagg it as IBweek2023, swaring Is fine though...no smut is what I'm saying.

I Don't have a twitter (or X now...stupid musk) Account so this is gonna focused on tumblr but having said that if someone did want to take it upon themselves to post the header image and the rules to twitter then you have my go ahead but I won't be keeping track of stuff there.

Be nice to each other, any negativeness or harassment to others will ruin this for everyone, hopefully won't be an issue but you never know

IMPORTANT: not affiliated with @ineffablebureaucracyweek which is a gabriel x beelzebub week being run for Latino fans. I just don't want any confusion and ofcourse they have my support. Thank you!

Any other questions reach out to me on here or my main @whomadewaffles.

#ITS OFFICIAL!#ineffable bureaucracy #good omens #gabriel x beelzebub #ibweek2023 #lets goooo i hope people have fun with this!#mark your calendars cos from now on #everyday it's a getting closer #prompts in the image description for those who can't see the picture

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ncteez · 2 years

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#8 and #28 with dy where reader is a stripper and doyoung is her rich private visitor, lets him watch her alone for free unlike others. made a bet with her that he can’t touch her while she’s seducing him otherwise he’d have to pay her like half a million LOL but dy doesn’t care in this scenario cos she looks especially sexy so he just fucks her raw on the couch 🤷‍♀️ men will be men and reader gets the cash $$$

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” + “ Touch me and you lose”

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.

wc: 4.3k

paring: doyoung x afab reader

taggs: pussy drunk and rich as hell doyoung, stripper reader, unprotected sex, cream pie

note: slight change of the prompt, she doesn’t give doyoung free dances because this drabble contains his first dance by her. HOPE YOU DON’T MIND NONNY.

minors dni

Having sex with a client is a big no-no in the industry you’ve grown to love. You are to be desired, eye-fucked, and paid to look sexy. You don’t have to give them any part of you outside of a show, what’s not to love about it?

There are men who try to get touchy, men who are too shy to make eye contact, and men who refuse to break eye contact. All three of these types of clients bring in the big bucks and tend to become regulars to either yourself or one of the other girls who make the men believe they are also an object of desire.

Then you have those clients. The men with big-shot jobs, walking in and ordering the most expensive drink, quietly observing the women as if they aren’t even interested at all. The ones who have wives, with children, with stresses that will weigh on them the moment they walk out of their doors. To them, you are their secret little stress relief, and you often find yourself acting out towards them, letting them break a rule or two, dancing a little longer for them when they pay for private dances. Mostly because they’re the ones who pay your expensive rent. They’re the reason you can live on the high-end of the city and buy new, sexy, lingerie to wear each night you dance and bounce around on the stage.

Doyoung was one of those men. You remember the first time he walked through those doors. You thought he was going to be one of the shy men, avoiding eye contact and shuffling in his seat to hide the boner he gets just from looking at a woman he could never have. He wasn’t though, and you swear he bought out the entire club because he was there for hours watching each woman, silently judging. You remember when he made eye contact with you for the first time too. His eyes were sharp under the dimmed lighting and you swear he could hear your heart skip a beat over the music you were dancing to.

You kept eye contact with him due to the amount of money he had slipped to the other girls. One of your best friends walked into the back with two hundred dollars. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when she told you it was from the quiet guy you had already deemed as shy.

He was rich. Even the richest of clients typically don’t give a bill over fifty to the dancers unless he pays for privacy. This man though, he was tipping with bills that showed his status. So, naturally, you stayed on his side of the stage to dangle yourself in front of him. You kept your eye contact with him until you managed to get three of those big bills from him.

After that first night of meeting him, you never thought you’d see him again. A week went by, a week of good money, a week of eating fancy lunches paid for by the lust of men– and then he shows up again on the busiest night of the week. Saturday.

You called dibs on his as quickly as you could, to the dismay of the other dancers. Calling dibs was never truly honored though because who the man chose was who would dance for him. Doyoung never chose a girl though. He never paid for dances, never spoke, never so much as shivered in his seat at the image of a pussy sticking to panties in front of his face for his money.

Weeks and months had gone by at this point and Doyoung became a regular Saturday night face. He became the talk of the back room for a long while until it just became a normal thing. Sometimes the girls would come back with tears in their eyes noting how the man didn’t tip them a dime that time, only to feel better when one of the bouncers brought back a tray of expensive drinks and an envelope with her stage name on it. Other times the girls would roll their eyes at his presence in the club, wondering how desperate he must be, how privileged he must be to flaunt his money the way he does. Still, that didn't stop every single one of you from working your bodies for him in hopes of that money.

That is, until now. Half a year since Doyoung became a regular, you walk into work on Saturday night as the sun begins to go down. You had gotten new shoes, big and pretty platforms to slide across the stage in. You bought them with the money he gave you the week before, almost regularly receiving three to four hundred dollars from him alone. He was a big tipper, and annoying because he never offers a chance to let the girls really blow his mind for the bigger tips. Again, until now.

You’re in the back room settling into your seat to lace up your new shoes when one of the owners walks up to you.

“You’ve got a dance.” He says to you, smiling. “You’ll never guess who it is.”

You look at yourself in the mirror and then shift your eyes to the owner through the glass.

“Mark, again?”

The owner shakes his head with a laugh. Surely Mark would be there soon to try and get you to dance for him again though.

“Who, then?” You laugh, leaning back down to fix a strap on your shoe.

“His name is Doyoung,”

“Okay?” You laugh, turning in your chair to face the man. “Is this his first time buying a dance?”

“Oh yeah.” The owner says brightly. “He bought you out for the entire night, head to room 11 when you’re dressed, he’s already made himself at home.”

Nothing else was said by the owner, he just turns on his heel and walks out.

“The whole night?” One of the girls laughs at your situation. “You’d better hope he tips well.”

“Well, buying out the entire night sounds expensive, he must be one of the rich ones.” You laugh with a shrug, a little frustrated that your new shoes won’t be seen by the foot-fetish men. They’re always out and feral on Saturdays.

“Maybe–” The other dancer laughs, looking at you with kind of a pitiful look. “Hope he’s not ugly.”

You’ve done so many private dances before, but none that had ever taken the entire shift. To be fair, you didn’t even know they could do that. You assume that the owner took the offer because he decided the money was worth it. Wondering how much was offered to pay for your presence, you feel kind of good. This isn’t exactly a cheap club, surely this is a great opportunity.

Whoever Doyoung is though, he’d better make this wasted shift worth your time.

“Hi,” You whisper, sauntering into room 11 with a small voice. They always liked when you’d act smaller in terms of personality, submissive even.

The lights are even dimmer when you walk in, and you’ve only used this room once or twice during your entire career at this club. It was the most expensive room, one with its own pole, a large velvet couch, and more space to move around compared to the others.

The man doesn’t respond to you as your eyes adjust to him, but then–Oh.

Oh.

“Doyoung?” You look at the man who had spent thousands on you and the other dancers since he’d become a regular. “That’s the name of the man who spoils us?”

He just nods at you, staring you up and down with the same sharp eyes he had the night you’d first seen him.

“Not a man of many words?” You question, walking over to him slowly, swinging your hips like the way you always do when you’re on the clock. “So, I take it you won’t tell me why you picked me, huh?” You laugh playfully, looking over to the pole but parking yourself in front of him.

“Why wouldn’t I have picked you?” He lets out, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re my favorite to watch.”

Hearing his voice felt surreal, somehow setting him apart from any other client you’ve had seated in front of you. His voice is smooth, but you can’t tell if you think that because he’d held your curiosity for the longest time, or because he just said you’re his favorite to watch.

“Oh yeah?” You smile at him with a tilt of your head. “Lucky me.”

With that, you see how he relaxes against the couch to watch you. You don’t even ask how much he shelled out for this, because you know it was a lot. His first offer was probably much more than what the owner would have accepted to begin with.

You do your job for him though, twirling and sliding yourself against and on the pole. The music is a lovely choice tonight, one that is chill enough to move slowly, but upbeat enough to bounce and wiggle for him.

The pole is cold, allowing your nipples to perk enough to where, now, because he is closer to you than he had ever been, he can see them. You continue your routine, spreading your cheeks, pressing your tits together, making eye contact with him, smirking, and licking your lips.

Doyoung mouths the lyrics to the songs sometimes, but his eyes never leave you even when he dips his head for a drink. His eyes are less sharp now though, being replaced with a hazy kind of look as he looks up and down your mostly-exposed body.

Noting that you’d never seen his face shift before out in the main area, you believe that you are experiencing Doyoung actually react to a woman now. No longer looking uninterested but tipping as if he had came in his pants during each dance. You feel entirely desired by him, and you kind of like it.

“You’re the most handsome client I’ve ever danced for.” You say in a soft voice, slowly backing away from the pole as the song changes. “Do you know the rules?”

Doyoung nods as his legs spread a bit when you walk towards him. He knows you’re taking your time because he did pay for the entire night. Lap dances, personal pole dances, even just lounging and talking, all of it could happen.

“No touching.” You whisper as the bass picks up on the speakers. It was lap-dance time, and like always, you recite the most important rule.

He nods again, eyes glued to you as you turn around in front of him and begin to ghost your ass over his lap.

Watching you, he is well aware of the rules and perfectly comfortable with them. He would never violate a woman regardless of how sexy he finds her. He can buy her time, but he knows he can’t buy her intimacy on any level higher than he already has.

You dance against him for what feels like an hour, but only three songs come and go. Doyoung is stoic beneath you, but you can see his facade break every now and then. He will shake his head to himself sometimes, or flutter his eyes closed when your tits are less than an inch from his face.

Usually, he is great to compose himself in this kind of situation. He knew when he became a regular here, that having you would be impossible but that didn’t stop him from showing up. He knows it’s your job, and you act this way with everyone, so he can’t just break composure. Doyoung can’t embarrass himself by showing you just how much he’s wanted to fuck you since he’d seen you grinding on the stage.

“I imagine you’re struggling, Doyoung–” You break him out of his thoughts, turning and now spreading your legs across his lap to sit on him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, mostly because you know he’s going to tip you big time. “Don’t you want to touch?”

He stutters out a laugh, and maybe believing he was one of the shy clients isn’t entirely untrue.

“It’s against the rules.” He deadpans, keeping his hands at his sides and glancing away from you, trying not to imagine the fact that he’s got the prettiest stripper in the club grinding against his cock right now. Though you’re not entirely grinding against it, he can feel a soft sort of friction every few seconds as you dance on top of him.

“Do you want to break the rules?” You tilt your head, knowing that you’re already touching him by wrapping your arms around him.

When he looks up to make eye contact with you, you nod at him and he follows, nodding himself.

“If you break a rule and touch me, you will have to pay me a hefty fine not to tell on you.” You laugh. Deep down, you’re perfectly fine with him touching you, because damn, he’s attractive and has money? You'd marry him right the fuck now, honestly.

He could pay your rent for the next several months if he wanted to, just for fucking fun? Like hell you’d report him for touching you when you’re struggling yourself not to touch him more.

“How much?” He instantly says, smirking. Because suddenly, hearing you offer some sort of deal in order to let him touch you has him well aware that he could pull it off regardless of the number you speak out.

You’re a little taken aback by his playing along. You were mostly joking, but the suggestion was still there if he were the type to . . . y’know, wanna fool around with a stripper.

“Half a mil.” You joke again, pulling back from his lap to slap against his arm. “Touch me and you lose”

You didn’t expect him to nod back at you.

“Five hundred thousand.” He confirms, keeping his hands at his sides. “Go on then, try and win your money.”

You’re fucking floored. Half a mil is really on the line right now? There’s no fucking way he thinks he can lose. No way would a man really put that much on the line just to see if you can seduce them into breaking a rule that you’d allow him to break for free.

The game was on now, as you do everything in your power to tease the ever-loving fuck out of the rich man in front of you. You ruffle his hair, you ghost your lips over him, you dance against him, on him, around him. You spread your legs out for him, slapping your own clothed pussy, you tease your nipples at him as if you’d pull your breasts out.

You can see him start to falter about two hours into the game. You had whispered into his ear and noted how he leaned into it. When you walked around the couch so that you could stand in front of him again, you saw how painfully hard he had become. Lowering yourself to your knees in front of him as if you would be in a position to swallow his cock whole, you look up at him innocently. “Is that for me?”

Doyoung groans, slapping a hand on his forehead with a laugh. He’s definitely breaking, and he’s starting to not care.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now–” He admits when he drops his hand and looks at you with a crooked smile.

You smile at him, that half a mil is yours.

“Oh yeah?” You run your hands up and down his thighs. “You wanted to fuck me before?”

Doyoung nods, watching how dangerously close your hands get to his cock.

“You’ll lose if you touch me though–” You’re cut off by him, seething out words in a deeper voice.

“You act like I didn’t intend to lose.” He says, leaning forward and pinching your chin between his fingers and lifting your head to look at him. When he lifts your chin, he pulls your face a bit closer, shifting your body in a way that allows him to slot a leg between yours from the floor. He stares at you, almost like he knows that even after giving you the prize money, he’d still be the one to win.

“D-did you?” You say, a bit intimidated by him and his rough hand holding your face in place so you can’t look or wiggle away.

“I did.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’ve never moved your body like this on stage, was I wrong to think you’d let me fuck you?”

You shake your head, sticking your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of his thumb, unintentionally rubbing your pussy against his shin.

“But I don’t fuck clients.” You try to argue for the sake of it, but Doyoung is definitely a client you want to fuck.

“Oh yeah?” He says, turning your face to the side and skewing his neck to see your ass. “Is that why you’re practically fucking my leg right now?”

You bashfully shake your head out of his grip, halting your hips and pulling back from how close his face is to yours.

“No?” He laughs, leaning back and crossing his arms as he looks down at you.

“I mean. . “ You go back on your own word. “You already touched me and–” You shrug. ”I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wet right now.”

Doyoung’s cock instantly twitches against his pants.

“Stand up then.” He says, nodding his head as if to motion you to do as he says. His legs spread as you rise to your feet and he instantly adjusts himself when he goes to stand up in front of you.

Fuck, he’s taller than you and the way he looks down at you feels so much more intimating than before. You are entirely silent when he towers over you and you flinch a bit when his arm wraps around your waist.

You’re a little shocked by how rough he is when he moves you around, twisting you to where you’re facing the couch and being shoved down against it. “You want this, right?” He groans out as you hear his belt being unbuckled.

Almost in a whine, you whisper out a ‘yes’. He’s floored by it, because it almost sounds like a fucking plead. Lucky him, he thinks.

Doyoung doesn’t hesitate after hearing you, the money he’s lost in the bet is so far in the back of his mind because to be fair, he would have paid far more just to look at you. The only reason he’s pulling his cock out right now is that you want it. Not because it’s your job, quite frankly, he knows it isn’t your job to fuck clients. He feels special, and he knows he damn well should be special.

You were seeing stars from the moment he touched your face, but this? God, this is more than you could have imagined. Such a fit, attractive man throwing his money at you and slipping your panties to the side just to see what no one else in this club sees. You wonder if his mouth is watering, if his hands are trembling, if his cock is twitching.

Doyoung slips a finger into you with ease, just to test and see if you really do want him to fuck you into the next dimension, and thankfully, you were more wet than he could have imagined. Seeing it alone confirmed it, but feeling the warm slick envelope his fingers had his cock on fire to be inside of you.

“Do you want it?” He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it again with your sweet voice.

You nod your face against the couch, arching in a way that props your ass up a little higher for him.

“Good girl.” He says, fucking his finger into you a bit more before taking another step forward and resting his cock between your cheeks for a moment.

His hand wraps around your middle and pulls you up and against him. “Letting your clients fuck you now, hm?” He grunts against your ear when your back is flush against him.

You couldn’t even answer when you feel him press his cock down and between your legs.

“Go on, look.” He demands against your ear, holding you still against him with his arm as he slides between your folds. You look down to see the head of his cock peeking from between your legs and the image alone had you feeling gagged.

When you moan out at the image, you hear him chuckle against your ear and then you feel him pull his hips back, angling himself perfectly so that he can slide his cock into you.

In one long, languid thrust, you feel the entirety of him. You can hear his sigh against you, and his hand tighten around your middle when he bottoms out. His cock is pulsing inside of you and all you can do is sigh out with him.

“Good?” He asks, finally releasing your middle and letting you fall forward against the back of the couch.

You hum against the cushions, feeling him slowly fuck into you.

“Hold onto the couch.” He advises you, staring down at his cock disappearing in and out of you, he can’t keep this slow pace up for much longer.

You do as you’re told, lifting yourself to grip onto the back of the couch, and when you turn your head to look behind you, Doyoung is pulling his hips back and slamming into you. You watch his neck tense when he throws his head back with a drawn-out moan, and he doesn’t stop. He snaps his hips so quickly, and fucks into you so hard, that all you can do is let out small whimpers each time the head of his cock hits a soft spot inside of you.

When he doubles over you, using his other hand to stretch your panties impossibly far to the side, and lays his head against your shoulder, you can tell he’s losing his composure. His hips stutter in and out of you and his breathing is heavy. But then he starts talking again, reminding you that you’re the one being fucked and you will not be the one fucking him tonight.

“Can’t believe you’re spread out for me right now,” He moans against your shoulder when he snaps his hips back into you sharply. “I’ve waited so long for this.” As if he knew he would have you under him someday, you don’t argue. If you had met Doyoung on the street and he hit on you, you’d be far too easy for him to capture.

“Don’t ever let another man do this for you–” He moans out again, trying to lay claim on you if you’ll allow it. “Don’t ever let another man make this deal with you.”

You nod, struggling to keep your grip on the couch with his weight on you. “I’ll stop showing up.” He threatens, finally lifting himself back up to resume a quick and aggressive pace.

And as if the one-sided conversation never happened, you feel Doyoung release himself as he fucks you at an aggressive pace, cumming inside of you without so much as a warning. He grabs you by the hair, pulls you back up against him, and holds you so tightly that all you can do is cock warm him throughout his orgasm.

The sounds he let out against you were so erotic that you almost can’t imagine ever letting another man do this anyway, and for some reason, having Doyoung act all possessive over you is much less offensive than it should be. You don’t see it as him assuming you’re a woman who would allow men to pay for bets of sex. Doyoung seems to know and trust that this isn’t a normal occurrence, though if it were it would be none of his business. If anything, you decide he just gets possessive when his cock is wet.

The fact that the man cumming inside of you is the man all of the girls want to dance for makes you feel like you’re the prettiest woman in the world. His money was attractive, but god, the way he fucks is somehow more enticing. You wouldn’t mind doing it again, and again, and again.

And when he finishes and pulls out of you, all he does is slide your panties back to their rightful place and give your pussy a little tap. He knows you didn't cum, and to be fair, as much as he would have loved giving you an orgasm, your pussy felt too good for him to stop.

By the time he’s sat back on the couch, allowing you to lounge against him as you catch your breath, he’s already pulling out his wallet.

“I don’t carry cash.” He says, pulling out a card. “At least not half a million worth, so, just take this.”

You look at him wide-eyed, seeing the black card he holds out to you. He's actually paying you?

“You’re just going to give me your card?” You laugh, raising a brow in confusion. “I could go way over the limit of the deal.”

Doyoung shrugs. “You wouldn’t.” He laughs.

Taking the card into your hand, it feels much heavier than any credit card you’ve ever held.

“No, really. You can’t just give me your card.” You laugh, tossing it back at him.

“Says who?” He looks at you seriously this time. “If I don’t see you again, I’ll just report you for fraud.”

He’s being fucking serious? Genuinely? What a stupid man.

“Doyoung–” You try to scold him, but he doesn't let you.

“Just take the card.” He demands, standing to his feet and ruffling his hair with a breath. “Don’t embarrass me more by not taking it.”

“Embarrass you?” You ask, looking at the card and the way he just left it lying against the couch.

“Listen, I don’t normally do this..” He trails off, feeling the post-nut guilt. “The least I can do is hold up my end of the deal.”

“This is your credit card.” You still try to argue with him, turning to watch him walk towards the door.

“Don’t use it then. Just give it back to me when I see you again.”

You watch him reach for the doorknob.

“Saturday?” You ask.

“Saturday.”

And then he’s gone, and you’re five hundred thousand dollars richer, somehow.

#doyoung smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut

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dreamteamemojis · 10 months

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How-To Tumblr for Dtblr :]

So, I've seen a few newer blogs start arriving from people who have never used this site/app before and I just thought this might be helpful to get started because it's quite a bit different from Twitter.

To start, the dtblr community has dwindled since last year so there are literally only about 500 of us left I'd say and thats being generous and including lurkers. Speaking of that, lurking is a great way to learn how to use this site! Follow a few blogs or lurk in the main tags for a while to get vibe of how people use this app. When you find a blog you like, see who they are reblogging from and check out their blogs, its a good way to find people to follow since people like to keep their follow lists private.

Making your blog! First things first, get a pfp and a basic bio at least or people will assume you are a bot and block you if you follow them.

On tumblr we have Main Blogs and Side Blogs. Everyone has one Main Blog, and you can add a bunch of side blogs, people use them to keep their fandoms separate and to save urls (don't hoard too many urls on blogs you dont use, it kinda sucks and is technically not allowed, but around 5-10 isnt so bad). A lot of people also might use side blogs because they dont want to get blocked by someone they are following or liking from that is in a different fandom. Like, if you wanted to follow blogs from other mcyt communities, I would stongly recommend making a dtblr side blog instead of a main, because you will most likely get blocked. There are a couple of differences between Main and Side blogs though, here is a link to the main tumblr help post about them but a couple quick things here-

-Main blogs are where you (and everyone else if you don't turn it off!) can see your likes and follows. Everything that you like or follow will show up under your Main blogs url, so keep that in mind.

-Main blogs are what you send Asks off anon from, you cannot send asks using your Side blogs url, so again, keep that in mind.

-When you block someone, it will only block them from your Main blog, you have to manually type in their url to block them from your Side blog. You can also ip block Anons who are being shitty or harassing you.

Lots of people will have Pinned Posts that you can basically use a longer bio (I recommend making them non-rebloggable). You don't have to make one and it's not weird if you don't, but you have the option. Lots of people have 'Blinkies' in their pinned, you can make them here if you want.

Tips for your settings!

-Hide your Likes and Follows!!! Even if you come from Twitter and you think it's not a big deal, it's kinda seen as really weird here to leave them visible and it makes you stand out and people weary of you, plus you should enjoy the privacy!

-Under Account, turn off 'show top posts'. You can also choose whether or not you want to allow Anon asks from there. if you are getting hate, I recommend turning them off for a while.

-I recommend going to Dashboard Preferences and turning Off 'best stuff first', and then turning On'shorten long posts' and 'snooze Tumblr live' (you will have to snooze tumblr live every 7 days but trust me basically everyone does it).

-This is actually pretty important, go to Account settings and turn OFF 'let people blaze my posts'. That feature allows other users, without your permission, to pay to have your post boosted as an ad basically to a certain amount of random people. this can even be done with your asks, and it has the potential to cause harassment and I strongly recommend turning it off.

-Under Account setting and Content you see, that is where you will be able to filter out tags that you do not want to see. For neg I would recommend, #neg #negativity, #discourse etc. If you don't want to see certain ships you can filter those. For stuff like spiders, I would do a couple variations of #spiders, #tw spiders, #spiders tw #arachnaphobia, etc. because there are a lot of different ways people will end up tagging stuff like that. This is also where you can change your Mature Content setting. They default to Hide, so set those as you prefer. You can Hide, Blur, or Show.

This is a link to the x-kit extension, it has a lot of customizable settings for tumblr, but it can only be used on desktop and requires a little more knowledge about using the site but its here if you want it.

I think those are the most important things, other settings can be left up to your personal preference (try out the color palettes to find your favorite!!)

Tags!

-Tags and Tagging are super useful on Tumblr! This post has a very good rundown of how Dtblr uses Tags to filter content for the community, pls learn these they will help you a bunch!!!

-When you make a post, the first 5 tags are the most important, they will show up in the tracked tags. So make sure you use community/main tags first if you want your posts to be seen, this is most useful for artists or gif makers etc.

-When you reblog a post, the tags are just for adding commentary and organizing your blog, you dont have to worry about your tags from a reblogged post ending up in the main tag searches. Talking in the tags is very fun and a great way for even shy people (me) to interact with the community. They are used a lot more than Replies, it tends to be mostly mutuals that use Replies on each other's posts, but it wouldn't exactly be weird if you did choose to comment in the Replies.

-You can use custom tags for your blog! Lots of people come up with custom tags for their asks, their personal posts, just pick your favorite variation of gnf, gogy, gogs, georgie, and many more to organize your george gifs! and its also pretty common to see someone post a . (just a lone period or comma) and then just rant in the tags. people do that if they want to vent or something but dont want it to be reblogged. - if someone reblogs a post and tags it with 'prev' they are referring to the tags of the person they reblogged the post from, the 'previous' tags. (tumblr recently nuked this feature with the new update but you might still see people doing it, its just super hard to find the source now)

-#709 and #404 are common tags that people will use on posts from outside of dtblr to stay covert/subtle so as to not get mass blocked when referencing our ccs. #709 refers to Dream and #404 to George.

-Tagging posts as #nsfw has the potential to get your blog restricted. I recommend using #nsft (not safe for tumblr) or #not sfw instead.

Etiquette

Liking and Reblogging- Tumblr does not have an algorithm, liking posts is basically just bookmarking them. If you want to support writers/authors/gif makers etc. PLEASE reblog their posts, it is the only way for them to gain visibility. You can even make sideblogs specifically for reblogging art or fanfiction if you wanted to.

We don't make call-out posts here. If you have a problem with a user, block them, end of story.

And we do NOT interact with Anti or Critblr posts. Critblr is tumblrs Leaktwt, do not interact with them, follow them, reblog from them, or bring attention to them, you will be blocked by the majority of the community if you do. We are very small, and interacting with anti posts will do absolutely nothing but bring us all mass harassment and invite them to start interacting with us. Pls do not screenshot their posts and share those either especially with the url visible. If you feel the need to have discussions with antis, do so on twitter. Please ask before screenshotting and uploading someone's post to twitter. A lot of us are not comfortable with it at all, and some of us are okay with it as long as you leave out the url but please ask because we generally dont want our stuff on that platform where CCs could potentially see it.

And I think thats all I've got i think, so I hope this post helps you guys with getting started on Tumblr! :]

#dtblr #dreamwastaken #sapnap #gnf #dteam #im not exactly the most active person around here i mostly just reblog and talk in the tags but i thought this might help!

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rogue-gambit-fan-zine · 3 months

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It's that time of year when everyone is all about celebrating love. And what better time to announce our last, but never least, art contributor?!

Please give your warmest of welcomes to Tagg, found here on Tumblr @artbytaggerung and @tooattached2fictionalcharacters! Please make sure you check out their terrific works and hit that like, follow and reblog! So very excited to have them on our team!

And be sure to stay tuned! Preorder details will be coming SOON!!!

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xieyaohuan · 7 months

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Announcement: Cozy Corner Kinktober Archive Blog

I made an archive blog for the Cozy Corner Kinktober event, where I will reblog all the lovely creations under the #Cozy Corner Kinktober tag so that we will have everything in one place and be able to browse the collection by ship, by prompt or by warning, if you choose :)

You can find it here:

If I miss your work and you want it included, drop me a line. Tumblr's tagging system is so chaotic and unreliable, and especially with nsfw content, there's a really high chance it won't show up, so please don't feel shy to reach out; I will really appreciate it because I want this archive to be as complete as possible.

That said, if you don't want your work included on the archive for any reason, just let me know, and I will remove it from the blog.

Happy creating, everyone! I love you all! ❤️

#cozy corner kinktober #homelander #blog announcement #cozy corner kinktober archive

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squarebracket-trickster · 30 days

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THANK YOU @bluberimufim for the tag! RIP your notifs because I have just mentioned you soooooo many times.

THANK YOU @forthesanityofstorytellers for the tag as well!

I do always love being taggged. Even if I end up with a massive backlog (of *ahem* 16 Last Line Tags... RIP my last post). Getting tagged makes me feel popular and loved<3

This is basically a Heads Up Seven Up, I presume, but I don't have to pick my most recent lines. So without further ado...

The page returns with a candle and I tell him my tale. Our words whisper like wind through the winding stone halls, beneath the rounded arches of doorways thicker than our two bodies abreast and nearly as low as I am tall. It’s an old style of architecture, from the days when walls could withstand bombardment. My father has acquired a new kind of siege weapon, purchased just days before I boarded that ship, a weapon that has been turning the tides of battle in kingdoms to the east, that shoots farther than a trebuchet and hits harder than a battering ram. It can blow gates to splinters and crumble the thickest of stone walls as though they were biscuits baked with too little water. A cannon, I think it’s been called. If this peace treaty fails we will see them here, in Dian and in Cithidy, pointed at each other. I lose myself in my story, let it get away from me and take on a life of its own until it is so far from the truth I stop fearing anyone who might be listening could piece it together. Something about flaming catapults and sea monsters with unicorn horns and hundreds of tentacles... the words tumble from my lips before I care to remember them. If only I could hide in my lies forever.

Technically this is 10 sentences. 10 very long sentences. In case anyone was wondering, this section comes directly after this one and right before this one.

I love when the people I tag @ me and/or link back to my post. I love it when you reblog my post with questions, compliments, words of encouragement about my WIP, or even no comment at all. But please make your own post to complete this tag. Please do not turn my post into a reblog chain.

Tagging, with no pressure, as always<3 @ashen-crest, @leisoree, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @marz-writes-shit, @sunset-a-story, @touloserlautrec, @pandoras-comment-box, @laplumedemaureen, and @harps-for-days

@macabremoons, @zeenimf, @stesierra you have, at various points, expressed interest in being on a tag list for this WIP<333 I don't have one going because I am not going to be posting full scenes but together this post and the other two I have linked comprise the longest consecutive snippet of WIPVII I have ever posted so, enjoy if you want to!

#wipvii #tag game

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