and then there was some fondling

Truth about the 'Glamorous Lifestyle' of a Sugar Baby/Escort.

To Aspiring Sugar babies and Escorts

Listen ladies, I’ve been privileged enough to have been on private jets, exotic ‘vacations’, dined in x number of Michelin star dinners, worn the most beautiful dresses on the arm of SD’s, played that Pretty Woman scene when she goes shopping, etc….

I wish I had known the truth before joining, especially since I was so young.

Let me tell you this now: it’s not real. It’s not OUR reality. This is an example of a typical ‘upscale’ escort/sugar baby experience some will probably encounter at some point in their SW career.

Their reality: A sexy 18-29 year old in an even sexier dress hanging off of my arm. I can afford the caviar AND her. Every man in this bar is jealous, and trying to talk to her while I cop a feel of her ass. Another bottle of expensive champagne? Why not. She deserves to try the best. This is an incredible life.

Your reality: I’m in a foreign place where I don’t know anybody, wearing a dress that normally screams “rape bait” (at his request), with a man old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. The host suspect I’m probably a “hooker” since I didn’t even know what the name of the reservation is under. This dress is making it difficult to breathe. Oh god, I need another drink of whatever it is in that bottle to get through another dinner where he’s trying to drunkenly fondle me under the table. I have to smile sweetly. Need to repeatedly remind myself to ignore the sneering glances from the waiters.

His reality later that night: I can’t wait to show her the top-floor suite of this place with the beautiful view. I even had my assistant go pick up some nice sets of lingerie from the store she mentioned she likes. I already made sure the rest of her envelope with her gift/donation is ready with her name on it. I’ll get the candles lit, have another bottle of wine sent up, and romantic music to top it all off. It’s gonna be a night of romance and passion with a beautiful girl. God, she’s gorgeous.

Your reality later that night: This view would be beautiful if it weren’t for the 50 year old behind me, nibbling his dry lips on my ear while I’m trying to enjoy the ambience. At least my rent money is in that envelope with a random name on it. He hands me a bag from Victoria Secret. I have to pretend to be super excited to get try on see-through lace for an old man now. He takes off his shirt, it’s just a forest of white hair and wrinkly skin. Next to the candle lighter, I see the magic blue pills. This is going to be a VERY long night.

Next day reality for him: I think I have enough time for room service before my flight. I’ll see if I can call the other SW from that other town to arrange another rendezvous for when I’m done with work. I should probably order two dozen roses, delivered to my wife so she knows I’m thinking of her. Note to self, call assistant to order roses and withdraw more cash. Oh wait, what’s that girl in my hotel room right now called? Ashley? Sarah? I’ll leave her a few hundred dollars as tip, save her number and I’ll call her again when I’m in town. I’m glad she really enjoyed the sex. She deserves it from all those times with unattractive and gross clients. At 54, I still got it.

Next day reality for you: Fuck, I have no idea how to get back to my own town without using all of the money he gave me for fare. My rent is due tomorrow, and tuition is due next month. I still have a client in 5 hours, my paper is due tomorrow but I haven’t even started. I have the worst hangover ever. At least I don’t remember much from last night, except his sandpaper tongue running all over my body. I shivered, but thankfully I fake moaned so it sounded like I was enjoying it.

Moral of this post: Don’t join the industry based on the glamorous lifestyle of the CLIENTS. Many of the blogs I see paint the image seen through HIS (the client) eyes, not YOURS (the service provider).

When your service is over, you turn back into a normal girl; back to grocery nights at Ralph’s, back to yelping the cheapest nail salon place, back to having fun with friends playing beer pong, back to being “Sarah or Ashley” because you have bills. Part of your service is renting you as a prop for their lifestyle. Never confuse that with YOUR lifestyle. ‘Vacationing’ in Cabo with him is NOT the same as doing so at your leisure with your friends.

If you still don’t quite understand what I’m saying, let me put it this way; bedazzled French pedicures are beautiful, right? You love being pampered in that massage chair, getting massaged, and ending up with a gorgeous pedicure. It’s stunning and glamorous experience, no?

Guess what. Not from the perspective of the pedicurist scrubbing your feet. There’s nothing glamorous about it for her because whereas she’s the service PROVIDER, YOU are the CLIENT. Same situation, very different experience.

This is something many of us learned the hard way. Yes, this lifestyle can come with many glamorous perks and experiences but there’s definitely a price to pay. Don’t be delusional. If this was all that easy, don’t you think every female on this planet would be in the industry?

After several years of experience I’ve learned to be immune to the ‘wrappings’ of the industry. You are here to make money. All those Roseshire roses, expensive dinners, fancy car rides, delicate lingerie are for HIS fantasy, and does very little for YOUR wallet. Don’t be blind sighted by the fancy tricks he pulls because it isn’t tangible. Never lose sight of your 'paycheck’. Once you see this lifestyle as what it truly is - a job; you become far less naive and more focused on your goals.

Always remember: There’s a price to pay for money.

Stay safe, ladies. 💸💸💸

aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words: 10,110
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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BTS Reaction to: When You Call Them Daddy for the First Time (M)

Author’s Note: As I finish up a request, here’s something to keep y’all occupied.

seokjin: Jin had always been vanilla, with a few hints of dominance coming out here and there.

But one day, when he moved your legs up to his shoulders, and he was able to hit that one spot you both know you love so much, “Daddy!” was all that could escape your lips.

His powerful thrusts subsided, and he looked down at you with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Seokjin, I-”

Before you knew it, he pulled out, flipped your position, and had your ass pressed against his stiff erection.

“S-Seokjin-”

He slammed into you in one stroke, silencing your calls. He didn’t even give you time to adjust, for he already set a fast pace.

“Baby girl, you know that’s not my name…”

Originally posted by fawnave

yoongi: Yoongi’s tongue was a gift from God, for it always made you feel so good, especially when it was pressed against your core. his tongue had you at a loss for words or, at other times, saying too much. This time happened to be the latter.

Here he was again, bringing you to your second orgasm with just his tongue. Your brain was shut off temporarily.

“I can’t take anymore, D-Daddy-”

You hands flew to your mouth quickly. Oh God, you wished Yoongi hadn’t heard your slip up. He already thought you were weird. Maybe your whine was, for it was fogged with pleasure.

But Yoongi understood you all too well, because eyes darkened with what seemed like lust. He only dipped down once more, his tongue flicking even more haphazardly against your swollen clit.

“Yes you can, baby. You’re gonna take whatever Daddy gives you.”

Originally posted by yukidinme

hoseok: More than anything, Hoseok loved to touch. He could spend hours in your company just cuddling and admiring the curves of your body, not even hinting towards anything sexual.

There were some outfits, such as the innocent yet suggestive babydoll you were wearing right now, that had him going past these sinless limits. In this outfit, Hoseok had to nibble your ear, tweak your hardening nipples, and rub your clothed core. These gropes and fondles became too much for you to think properly.

Oh… Daddy-”

His touches stopped for a second, but in his current state, continued on shortly after.

“Yes, princess,” he murmured. “Tell daddy what you want.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

namjoon: You didn’t know what it was about him, but Kim Namjoon screamed daddy. It was in his voice, his height, his personality, his wits, everything. As much as you wanted him to take on this role, you were always too afraid to voice your wants around him.

You had done well for so long keeping this kink to yourself, but this time, while Namjoon was pounding into you from behind, he decided to take it one step further. Namjoon, slowly but firmly, moved his right hand down your hip until it was placed right beside your ass and probed at your puckered hole with his thumb.

The pleasure on both your holes was overwhelming, making you almost collapse from your hands and knees position. You could only grip onto the sheets with your delicate hands.

“You like that, baby?” Namjoon teased, milking out your reactions.

“Yes, yes… more, Daddy-”

You stiffened at the slipup, nervous as to how he’d react. But he only bit his lip at your act of submission and slowed his actions, making you whine in desperation.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to get what you want from Daddy, baby girl…”     

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

jimin:As captivating as Jimin was on stage, he was all about love making, and passion, and equal power when it came to sex with you. Jimin, however, was feeling a little different today.

For once, he wanted to take the reigns, and here you were, straddling his hips and rubbing your sopping entrance against his rock hard erection. His feisty self wasn’t giving you what you wanted today, at least not so easily. Jimin wanted you torn in two before he finally entered you.

Each bump of his dick against your throbbing clit had you gasping and moaning out in ecstasy.

“I’m t-tired of waiting, so give it to m-me, Daddy, please-”

His grip on your hips tightened, a reflex merely from surprise. For a few moments, he sat under you, pondering over your sudden outburst. Jimin didn’t want to scare you away, but he also want to hurt your feelings.

“Mmm…Daddy thinks his princess is ready…”

Jimin finally grabbed your hips and , sheathing himself in your tight, wet heat in one go. You could only cry out.

“D-Daddy…”                                 

Originally posted by nnochu

taehyung: Of all the men you’d been with in your life, Taehyung was the most experimental. He was always looking up weird articles, asking you weird questions, and always trying weird things to get the both of you off.

So, when he asked you ride his thigh, you were intimidated but unsurprised. But good God, you didn’t know how good it would feel. The way the denim of his jeans pressed against your clit, the way his leg bounced up and down, and the way his strong thighs flexed every now and then all had you on edge but greedy for more.

Taehyung wanted more, too, for he panted as he teased you with questions.

“Do you like getting off to my thigh?”

“I need more, I need your cock, D-Daddy-”

That five-letter word must have been a key. Before you knew it, Taehyung was silently flipping you over, undressing himself, and sliding his length into you.

Originally posted by qweentae

jungkook: Jungkook was never too vocal during sex. Other than a few grunts, groans, and some breathy whines, he never said much. His attention was always on pummeling into you, relying on just his movements to send you over the edge.

Those dancer hips of his were more than enough because they had you moaning, shouting, and screaming every damn time. This time wasn’t any different, for you had to search in the depths of your mind to just correctly call out Jungkook’s name; God, you were so wrecked.

But this time, you called out the wrong one in your lusty daze.

“D-daddy.”

And everything froze. From your embarrassment, it seemed as if everything in your bedroom was frozen in midair, including you and Jungkook. It seemed as if he had to contemplate the meaning of such a name, the sheer power behind it.

After an intake of air and a bite to his bottom lip, Jungkook could only say one thing.

“Fuck.”

But after that, he was thrusting into you even harder, not wanting to disappoint in his newly appointed role.

Originally posted by nnochu

♥ DEADPOOL SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… me! ❜
  • ❛ I had another Liam Neeson nightmare. I kidnapped his daughter and he just wasn’t having it. ❜
  • ❛ You’re probably thinking, “Whose balls did I have to fondle to get my very own movie”? ❜
  • ❛ You guys going for a bite? Early bird special? ❜
  • ❛ Fuck, you’re old. ❜
  • ❛ Fake laugh. Hiding real pain. Go get Silver Balls. ❜
  • ❛ What the shit? That’s the coolest name ever! ❜
  • ❛ Now, I’m about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s. ❜
  • ❛ A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break? That’s like, sixteen walls. ❜
  • ❛ My boyfriend said this was a superhero movie but that guy in the suit just turned that other guy into a fucking kabab! ❜
  • ❛ Well, I may be super, but I’m no hero. ❜
  • ❛ But some of the best love stories start with a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Looks aren’t everything. ❜
  • ❛ Hashtag drive-by. ❜
  • ❛ Ugh, stupid, stupid. Worth it! ❜
  • ❛ That’s right! You’re about to be killed by a zamboni! ❜
  • ❛ Tell me where your fucking boss is or you’re going to die! In five minutes! ❜
  • ❛ I should’ve come and found you sooner, but the guy under this mask, he ain’t the same one that you remember. ❜
  • ❛ After a brief adjustment period and a bunch of drinks, it’s a face… I’d be happy to sit on. ❜
  • ❛ Time to make the chimi-fuckin’-changas. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I so pity the dude who pressures her into prom sex. ❜
  • ❛ Whatever they did to me made me totally indestructible… and completely unfuckable. ❜
  • ❛ Star in your own horror films. Because you look like Freddy Krueger face-fucked a topographical map of Utah. ❜
  • ❛ Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief commercial-like breaks of happiness. ❜
  • ❛ Finish fucking her the fuck up. ❜
  • ❛ Suck a cock. ❜
  • ❛ This guy’s got the right idea. he wore the brown pants. ❜
  • ❛ I’d go with you, but… I don’t want to. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never said this to anyone before, but don’t swallow! ❜
  • ❛ Your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas. Can I come and visit you between the holidays? ❜
  • ❛ Maximum effort. ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer, I got the cure to el everything. ❜
  • ❛ Ahhhh. I’m touching myself tonight. ❜
  • ❛ Ahhh! Your poor wife! ❜
  • ❛ Wanna get fucked up? ❜
  • ❛ Daddy needs to express some rage. ❜
  • ❛ Shit. Did I leave the stove on? ❜
  • ❛ Well I hate to break it to you, but your forty-eight minutes are up. ❜
  • ❛ Right up Main Street. ❜
  • ❛ Have you decided what you’re gonna say to her? ❜
  • ❛ I bet it’s going to feel really big in that hand later… ❜
  • ❛ This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. ❜
  • ❛ Why such a douche this morning? ❜
  • ❛ Have you seen this man? ❜

Watched the LEGO Batman movie a few days ago. It’s one of those movies where I like the characters more than I like the movie itself. A lot of the jokes fell flat for me and it had some really out of place emotional scenes that were a bit cringe, but watching the characters just mess around and do stupid stuff was fun.

The only “emotional scenes” that worked for me were the Batman/Joker ones, and yes, the slash is entirely appropriate. With sentences like “I don’t currently have a Bad Guy. I like to fight around” from Batman, to the Joker fondling himself when telling Batman that he “can’t fight any of thiiiis anymore” it’s clear what the movie makers were going for. Heck, Batman even says “I don’t do ships!” when the Joker talks about their “special relationship”. All those scenes just get better the more ridiculously emotional they get.

My favorite part was the K-Pop music video at the end, specifically Robin and Joker’s costumes, hence the white glitter. (Apparently Joker is part of the Bat Family after he and Batman makes up?)

  • *221B*
  • Client: *wringing his hands* Look, mate, I'm not asking for much. I just...want to find her.
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands clasped* She knew of your affair?
  • Client: *guilty* That's what we was arguing-
  • Molly: *bursts in* Right, mister, I've had it!
  • Sherlock: *blinks; chuckles nervously* Molly, I'm-
  • Molly: *points* I don't care. I-I'm not some case work you can just *pauses* do.
  • Client: *raises his eyebrows*
  • Molly: *swallows* I barely get to see you a-and when I do, it's for experiments or casework.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *nods* You're right.
  • Molly: *stunned* I am?
  • Sherlock: Yes. I've been neglecting you. We need to spend more time together.
  • Molly: *smiles* I'd like that.
  • Sherlock: *removes his phone* I'll text Angelo. He'll have the finest wine on ice, a private table ready for tonight.
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Can't wait *smiles awkwardly at the client* sorry for interrupting. Err, good luck with... *gestures; leaves*
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone away* I'm going to marry her.
  • Client: *nods slowly* Good for you.
Lecture us...

•Ted Kennedy left a woman to die in a river.

•Bill Clinton had weird sex in the Oval Office with a barely legal intern.

•Obama ran guns to Mexican drug lords and gave billions to terrorist states.

•Biden makes creepy and sexist comments and publicly fondles women

•Hillary Clinton endangered Americans, released classified intel, wiped her illegal server and destroyed mobile devices, left 4 American heroes to die and lied about it being caused by some stupid BS video, sold nuclear material to our enemies, and took money from terrorist-producing countries.

•John Edwards was indicted for using campaign funds to hide his mistress.

•Rod Blagojevich is in prison for trying to sell Obama’s senate seat.

•Anthony Weiner…well, need I say more?

Yes, Democrat Party, please lecture us on what is “beneath” a political office. You have so much experience in that area

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FICTION: In ITV’S Victoria, the young queen is seen thinking, from their first meeting, Albert was unattractive, awkward, dull, and even a “stupid boy.”

FACT: Victoria was smitten with Albert the moment she met him. On his first visit in 1836, she wrote

 “Albert, who is just as tall as Ernest but stouter, is extremely handsome ; his hair is about the same colour as mine ; his eyes are large and blue, and he has a beautiful nose and a very sweet mouth with fine teeth ; but the charm of his countenance is his expression, which is most delightful.”

After she got to know him, she was enchanted by his lovely charms

Dearest Ernest and dearest Albert are so  grown-up in their manners, so gentle, so kind, so amiable, so agreeable, so very sensible and reasonable,  and so really and truly good and kind-hearted. They have both learnt a good deal, and are very  clever, naturally clever, particularly Albert, who is the most reflecting of the two, and they like very  much talking about serious and instructive things  and yet are so very very merry and gay and happy,
like young people ought to be ; Albert used always to have some fun and some clever witty answer; he used to play and fondle Dash funnily, too.

On the day of Albert’s departure she wrote

Dearest Albert was playing on the piano when I came down. At 11 dear Uncle, my dearest beloved Cousins….left us, accompanied by Count Kolowrat. I embraced both my dearest Cousins most warmly, as also my dear Uncle. I cried bitterly, very bitterly.

Losing your head.

So, I’m in a pathfinder game with four other people. I’m a Dread Skeleton Dirge Bard, and the other characters are an Elven Swashbuckler who my character has a minor grudge against, a Half-Elf Wizard, a Tiefling Blood-Rager, and a Warrior whose race escapes me. We had just reached a small and very poor port city where we were returning some quests, and my character was heckling the Swashbuckler about her romantic interest in Orcs.

Me: Oh yeah, I bet you fondle your gun like that ALL the time-

Swashbuckler (OOC): Can I pull his head off?

Me (OOC): What? 

DM: Yeah, sure, roll a strength check.

*She gets a 21.*

DM: Okay, yep, you pull off Corvio’s head with a popping noise. *Proceeds to make a popping noise like a jar being opened.*

*Everyone loses their shit laughing.*

Me: Put me the fuck down!!

Swashbuckler (OOC): I put the head in my bag. *She says while simultaneously laughing her ass off with everyone else.*

Me (OOC): Okay, then I’m gonna cast Ear-Piercing Scream until you put me back.

Swashbuckler (OOC): Okay, okay, I put you back!!

Long story short, I eventually screwed my head back on and we turned in some quests, but now she threatens to steal various bones out of my character’s body whenever she’s mad at me.

Smokes - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,002

Warnings : none

This isn’t my best so sorry if it felt rushed…

Requests are open

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It had been a while since you had your suspicions about Jughead smoking. Lately, his beanie and hair would leave a terrible smell of cigarette everywhere he went. Even his old jacket, which usually had the scent of his cologne , now reeked of tobacco.

You felt like your boyfriend was drifting away. Usually, Jughead said everything to you and never kept a secret to himself. It ached your heart a little that maybe your boyfriend didn’t fully trust you to tell you about his new “hobby”. Even if you were repulsed by the idea of smoking you would’ve preferred your boyfriend telling you than keeping it a secret.

It was a ravishing morning when you decided to go on an early bike ride. The wind was blowing through your long hair and the fresh breeze was soothing on your face. The birds were chipping which made a smile appear across your lips.

Ever since your younger years, you had always loved spending time outside. Whether you were jumping in a lake or pitching a ball with your father, the outdoors was like a second home to you.

As you were making a right on the main street, an idea popped inside your mind. Since you hadn’t seen your boyfriend during the weekend, you thought paying him a visit would be a kind act to do. You knew that he loved getting up at early hours of the morning. He once told you that those precious hours were his favourite of the day. He loved the peaceful atmosphere and isolation of the morning. Your vaguely remember him telling you that his favourite color palette was the painting on the sky during dawn.

You fastened your pace and quickly made your way to Jug’s house. Arriving in front of his house, you stopped beside your bicycle and took a second to catch your breath. When you finally felt your lungs full again, you turned your attention to the boy sitting on his porch. He obviously hadn’t seen you since he was still looking down at his phone.

What you hadn’t seen, was the cigarette that was lying between his lips. Your mouth was opened, dumb-founded as your boyfriend took a long drag of the round stick before blowing out heavy white smoke. His eyes looked up and saw you, only standing a meter or two away from him.

“Hey (y/n).” He said nonchalantly,

“Hey (y/n),” You air quoted with your fingers, “That’s all you got to say to me?”

Jughead only watched you and shrugged. You sighed angrily and laid your yellow bike on his green lawn.

“I can’t believe my eyes. Out of all the people, you’re the one smoking?” You crossed your arms across your chest. “It’s really disgusting. I hope you realize that.” Your boyfriend stayed silent, resulting in you rolling your eyes. “You’re throwing your life away! Did you know that smoking is the main cause of lung cancer, heart disease and stroke? You can develop asthma from tobacco. My cousin has a respiratory disorder and let me tell you that she would give anything away to get rid of it. Is that what you want? To have asthma?” You sat next to your boyfriend, exhausted from your sudden outburst.

“You’re over dramatizing the whole situation (y/n).” You rested your head in your palm, starring worriedly at him,

“Well, ok then- just tell me how it started. Please? Maybe I could help you.” Jughead rubbed his eyes tiredly with his palms before putting down the cigarette in the ashtray that was already full.

“Yeah, okay sure. ” He took a deep breath. “My dad was out for the week, and I guess I was just prying around the house before I came across a pack of Marlboros. I smoked one or two and I just got used to it. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hey,” You said suddenly more sweetly. “I’m sorry if I came across as mad or irritating, I’m just trying to look at for you.”

“At least it eases all the stresses, you know? Everything that’s been going on in Riverdale is crazy. Jason Blossom’s murder, the guys in the football team’s morbid notebook, the list goes on.” You fondled his soft brown locks. “To add on to it, Betty wants me to be a part of the Blue and Gold this year.”

“That’s some good news!” You tried lifting up the mood. Jughead frowned and fiddled with his fingers. A usual sign of frustration for him.

“It should be. The thing is, I don’t get any more time to work on my novel. And that’s what I like doing and want to do. Betty expects me to exceed on the school’s journal, but I don’t know if I can do it.” You studied his figure and noticed one of his legs slightly shaking.

“Juggie, are you sure you’re fine?” Your eyes tried finding his but it looked like he was avoiding your gaze.

“I keep saying that everything is, but then I find myself anxiously waiting for you to text me back when you get home. I get worried sick when you’re not with me. I’m scared that something bad will happen to you. Ever since it was announced publicly that Jason was murdered, I can’t stop looking at people differently. What if I came face to face with the killer and I don’t even know or realize it? To continue on there’s my writer’s block, my parents never being around- I can’t get a grip and that’s why I’m doing it.” He motioned the black ashtray with his chin.

“I’m here for you. Call me instead of smoking. Whenever you fill like picking up a cigarette, pick up your phone instead and dial my number, all right?” In answer, your boyfriend sheepishly smiled at you.

For the rest of the day, you spent your time with Jughead. Ever since, you sometimes get random calls in the middle of the night from a very familiar caller ID.

RFA+V+Saeran: Smut #1 (Part 1)

Requested by an anon: ″Hello! My request is RFA+V+Saeran react to seeing Mc naked in the shower. Like smut and fluff please!!! Thanks <3″
Because this is multi characters so i’ll make it short for each of them. Hope you’re ok with this anon~

Side note: Because I don’t do headcanons, so I do mini fics but it’ll be too long. So for this #1, I break it into two parts. Starting from next request which will be up after #1 Part 2, I will choose 4 characters that I feel I may do a better job.
Also, I didn’t do shower for all character. I change the setting a bit.

Warning: SMUT!

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Yoosung:
I’ve been playing LOLOL all night and realize just how late it has gotten. I tell the guild’s members that I’ll stop temporarily to go take a nice shower then be back soon. With that, I stand up and make my way towards the bathroom. Perhaps my mind is too occupied by the game that I don’t notice the noises from inside at all. I open the door and the moment I do, I hear high pitch scream.
“Mc!?”

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However

Originally posted by lolspencerreid

Television Show: Criminal Minds

Character: Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Word Count: 414

A/N: I haven’t been able to write shit that have been requested, SO JUST TO BE WARNED!!!! I’ll get to those, don’t worry! Thank you in advance for writing this potentially crappy Suggestive Smut!

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Misunderstanding

Words: 3941

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genres: Angst/fluff

AO3 version

Summary: Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?




The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.

Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.  

There he was.

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Shameless | Jungkook x You (Taehyung POV)

Dedicated to my love @isolatedmims​

Rated: M

Warnings: Marijuana and alcohol consumption, exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Summary: Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.  

Note: Just some PWP filth. Sin with me and read it. This is an AU I will be writing other PWP smuts for, so yaaay. lol I guess. I’m so tired and I will edit in the morning

Words: 5.1k+


Accompanied by the low rumble of hip hop music playing in the background, you and Jungkook were noisily mouthing at each other - sloppy, wet sounds filling the air that irritated Taehyung to no end. You were straddling Jungkook’s lap, hands clasped behind his neck and he was blatantly fondling with your ass, squeezing it and shaking it in his hands nonchalantly. But what surprised Taehyung the most though was how none of the other guys in the room seemed to even blink at the sight, which lead him to the conclusion that the two of you must do this quite frequently in order to have such a lack of response.

Little moans of content and arousal would drift from the pair of you every now and then when you would either grind your hips down or he would buck his up against you, causing even the littlest bit of friction.

Taehyung had to admit, when he was invited to a party, this was not exactly what he was expecting. A party to him was loud music, dancing, drinks and having fun. Not…. this. Just a group of guys, sitting along the couches lethargically, smoking joints and drinking beer, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

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The First Time In Forever

A/N despite the title, this has NOTHING to do with Frozen. Lol.

Spencer x Reader

“I’m sorry, but you’ve never had an orgasm?”

Your best friend Spencer Reid was staring at you with an incredulous look on his face, turning away from the Game of Thrones episode you were watching.

One and half bottles of wine and a GoT-athon, and the conversation had turned… wrong. Just plain wrong.

You can’t even remember what exactly had happened on the screen to make you comment that you’d never had an orgasm, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

You were open with your best friend, but not that open. Although… rather than blushing like you’d have expected him to, he just seemed shocked and appalled.

“Nope,” you replied, seeing his eyes bug out.

“Are you sure? Y/N, you’re 27.”

“I’m well aware of how old I am, Spencer. And yes. I’m sure. At least… I think I am.”

He quickly topped his wine glass up, this revelation was obviously making him turn to drink. Well, more to the booze that he already had.

“You think? Explain…. Because you’ve come to into work before raving about guys you’ve banged.”

“So you DO listen to those conversations…” You were surprised, he normally just rolled his eyes and buried his head in a file.

“I listen because you and Penelope talk very loudly, although sometimes it’s at a pitch that I’m sure only dogs can hear…. Ouch! Don’t hit me! Anyway… Stop going off track.” He rubbed his arm where you’d hit it.

“Why are you obsessed with this bit on information anyway? Does it matter that I’ve never had an earth shattering moment. I still enjoy fucking.”

“But what’s the point if there’s no orgasms? And what do you do when you can’t sleep at night?”

“Spencer Reid!! Well, next time your eyes are darker than normal, I’ll know what you’ve been doing all night. And there’s plenty of point.. Sex is fun. And it still feels good. Its just….I dunno. No man has ever managed to make me tremble. At least, that’s what I’m led to believe happens.”

“And… Erm.. You’ve never managed to make it happen either yourself?” The tiniest amount of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“I’m getting you drunk more often, Spence. The team would never EVER imagine you having this conversation. And no. I’ve tried.”

“You must be doing it wrong. I’ll send you some links later on how to masturbate properly.”

You shifted on the couch, your jaw dropping. “You will not! And anyway…. You don’t even have a vagina. What makes you so sure that I’m doing it wrong?”

“Because if you were doing it right, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“And you think you know how to do it right?” You knocked back the last of your drink.

“Yep… Never had any complaints when I’ve been getting a girl off. And I used to talk Austin through doing it all the time when we couldn’t see each other.”

You spluttered your drink out, wiping your mouth with your hand.

“Austin… That bartender you used to see? You’re saying you used to have phone sex with her?”

“Yes.”

“I am learning so many new things here tonight Spencer.” You shook your head at your friend and colleague, feeling buzzed.

“If you let me send you the links, you’ll learn something else too.”

“Spencer!!”

“What.. Orgasms are one of the best things about life. Everyone deserves to have them, especially you. It’s a travesty that you’re not sure if you’ve had one or not. You’re missing out.”

You couldn’t not laugh at this conversation. You knew Spencer wasn’t as sweet and innocent as everyone made him out to be, he couldn’t be, he was a grown man. A very attractive grown man. But still….

“Spencer, this sounds like the plot of a really really bad porno. Any second now and you’ll be offering to give me one,” you sniggered.

“I will if you want. I could either talk you through getting yourself off, or just do it for you.”

“Reid, I was joking.”

“I’m not. Offer stands. Like I say, everyone deserves orgasms.”

You became very quiet all of a sudden and you realised you were actually considering his offer. You did sometimes feel like you missing out, and maybe you were doing something wrong… You still enjoyed sex and stuff but it would be nice if you got to finish too. You’d just never had that knee trembling, deity worshiping moment.

You completely blamed the wine for this.

..

Half an hour later, after the rest of the wine, much deliberation on your part, and much assurance on Spencer’s part that no this didn’t mean anything, no this wasn’t his way of trying to get you into bed although it would be easier to do this in the bed, and no he wouldn’t have to see anything, and you were lying in bed.

You were under the covers with your pants off but your underwear on and Spencer was lying on top of the covers, propped up in his side. The lights were out and the only light came from a thin sliver of moonlight where your drapes weren’t quite meeting.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t look at me whilst we do this,” you whispered.

“Fair enough.” Spencer rolled onto his back, looking up at ceiling.

“Sooo….”

“Alright so erm…. Try thinking about something that does turn you on. Maybe a sexy scene from a movie or something,” Spencer’s voice had dropped and had become a soft, low cadence that was soothing but instructive.

You closed your eyes and tried to picture your favourite sexy scene.

This just felt wrong.

“Start running your hands over your body first, slowly feeling your skin. Pay attention to your breasts, maybe pinch a nipple or something.”

You did as he asked, feeling extremely self conscious about what you were doing. You let your hands move up and down your body a few times, squeezing your breasts and teasing a nipple through your vest. You’d removed your bra when you’d got in but had refused to get naked. You so couldn’t do this….it felt.. Silly.

“Reid, I can’t do this.”

“You can if you want to,” he told you.

“It feels silly doing it to myself with you here. Like I’m listening to an instructional video or something.”

He rolled to his side again. “You could just let me do this for you this once. And then when you know what you’re missing out on, maybe you’ll feel more inclined to figure it out for yourself.”

“But…. It’s weird…”

“Only if we make it weird. It’s up to you Y/N.”

“Erm….Oh God. Okay… Do it,” you felt yourself blushing horrendously as Spencer pulled the covers back and slid under, lying closer to you and rolling onto his side so that he was facing you. He tugged the cover down slightly to your waist and then placed his hand on your tummy.

Lazily he began drawing patterns with his finger tips, them skimming over the fabric of your vest top.

“Relax, Y/N. Relax,” He said in that same low voice and you let out a breath, keeping your eyes closed.

Spencer’s hand stayed in the safety zone for a while, gently stroking your stomach, your arms, your shoulders. It was relaxing, and you felt yourself beginning to feel more at ease with this. It was just Reid. He wasn’t bothered by this, why should you be?

He let his hands move lower under the covers, tickling the tops of your thighs lightly, grazing over the soft material of your underwear as he moved his hand back up, sliding it over your stomach and onto your breast.

“Many men actually neglect the breasts, they assume that woman don’t actually find having their breasts fondled all that sexy. In actual fact, the majority of woman have said that they wish their partner would spend more time on them, some woman even claim to have climaxed solely from having their nipples stimulated.”

As he said that last part he spread his fingers and then closed them slowly, catching your nipple between them. Moving his hand gently back and forth, he rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your breathing hitched as he used his fingers to swipe over the now hardened nub, teasing it gently.

“Am I allowed to…..?” he moved his hand to the strap of your vest and you nodded, still keeping your eyes shut as he pulled down your top, exposing your breasts to him. You thought you detected a change in his own breathing but you couldn’t be sure. Feeling him moving on the bed, he heard his voice again.

“Can I….can I use my mouth?”

Oh fuck….

“Not down there you can’t!” you blurted out, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Okay. But I can use it here?” he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation causing you to bite your lip. You nodded.

Spencer lowered his mouth to the breast closest to him and moved his hand over to the other one. He began peppering light kisses over the swell of your chest as his fingers circled and teased the puckered flesh of your other breast. You weren’t going to lie, the sensation was wonderful and you started to forget the awkwardness of the situation and to actually enjoy it. His lips slipped over your nipple, pursing around it and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he pulled it’s twin at the same time. You moaned, not beings able to stop the sound.

You could feel his lips change shape, he was smiling at the sound. Carrying on he repeated his actions, grazing his teeth over the skin and sending jolts of pleasure down into your groin. Giving one long hard suck, he released it from his mouth and dragged his hand down your torso and over your panties.

“I need you to spread your legs slightly. You’re clenching them shut,” Spencer whispered and you realised you were. You moved them, allowing him access.

He placed his palm flat on your groin and began rubbing his hand back and forth, applying a small amount of pressure, but not particularly paying attention to any one area.

“Another mistake guys make is going straight for either the clitoris or the vagina, forgetting the whole area is sensitive, even more so once someone is aroused. The clitoris is the most sensitive part though, it has over eight thousand sensory nerve endings all in a tiny area. Some woman can come in a matter of seconds from having their clit stimulated, others take longer, even up to hour. So you have to be patient. But most people aren’t that patient, which is where you could be missing out.”

He ran his hand up and down your covered centre and you winced slightly, realising that your panties must be feeling damp.

“Can I take these off? We can leave them on if you’re uncomfortable…. ”

You raised your hips in response, helping him quickly pull them off and then settle his hand back between your thighs. He’d already seen your breasts, to hell with it.

“Are you sure I can’t use my mouth down there?” he asked again, his long fingers dragging up and down.

“I’m sure… Cos it’s not like I’ll be able to do that to myself right?”

“True…..”

You allowed your legs to move slightly further apart as his hand explored.

“So if you’re doing this yourself, you need to remember to that keeping lubricated is important. Chaffing can be a problem, for guys and girls. Don’t start stimulating your clit when it’s dry, in my experience, the sensation is better when it’s wet. You can use lube, or you can lick your fingers first. Or you can use your own arousal, like this.”

To demonstrate, he pushed the tips of two of his fingers into your opening and you gasped. Retracting them he slid them forward, using the slick from his fingers as lube.

“You’re so wet, Y/N.”

“Spencer! Don’t say shit like that to me….. ”

But oh god, how delicious it had sounded coming from his mouth.

“Why… It’s the truth. It’s good, it means what we’re doing is working.”

“What you’re doing you…..oh…. Ah…”

Your words trailed off as he pressed his fingers to your clit and began massaging it, moving his fingers in a circular motion at first, he’d then switched to a more pressured side to side movement, changing between the two.

“There’s so many nerves ending here, Y/N. You can’t really go wrong with how you stimulate them. Some people use their whole hand to massage it like I’m doing now. Others just use one or two fingers like this.”

He changed his positioning, applying just two fingers directly to your clit and rubbing faster. The pressure was more localised than with his whole hand and felt more intense. He carried on for a few minutes, heavy breaths exhaling from your body. You bent one of your legs at the knee and placed your foot flat to the bed, your legs suddenly feeling restless.

“Other woman like having their clit tapped or smacked.” He demonstrated again, making a tapping motion on you. It felt okay, but not fantastic and you shook your head.

“Not a fan? Some girls aren’t. Okay and then we have that magic elusive spot that some people can never seem to find. The g spot.”

He slid his fingers through your folds, your lips separating as he slid two fingers inside you, your hips bucking off the bed as he did.

“Most women need clitoral stimulation to come, which is why most don’t orgasm during penetration itself unless they or their partner is playing with the clit too. That’s a mistake that men make, not working the clit as well or even being offended when the woman starts to touch it herself. They’re missing out though. There’s nothing better than being inside a woman whilst she orgasms, trust me.”

He started moving his fingers slowly inside, curling them.

“The most sensitive part of your vagina is the first two thirds, or there is a spot right at the top called the A spot, but that’d hard to reach by yourself. Your g spot is located about two to three centimetres along the front wall and feels pebbly and rough. You can’t feel it unless you’re aroused. So you should be able to feel this… ”

Spencer pressed his fingers to it and you felt the familiar sensation that you felt during sex. Rather than thrusting his hand in and out, he simply manoeuvred his fingers against it making you start to pant.

“Y/N, use your hand on yourself.”

You followed his instructions and slid your hand between your legs, using two fingers rather than the whole hand. You tried to mirror his actions from before, feeling light headed as he worked his fingers inside you.

“You can use your other hand to pull back the clitoral hood if you like, but some woman find it too sensitive.”

“This… This is fine… Ugh… Oh.”

This WAS fine… More than fine in fact. It was….Oh god there were no words to describe it.

“Apply a bit more pressure, Y/N. ”

“Help me…” you gasped out as he slid his hands from inside you and placed his fingers over yours.

Interlocking his hand with yours he pressed down, guiding you in your movements.

“Your skin is flushed and I can hear your heart racing.” He lowered his head back to your chest and sucked your nipple back into his mouth as your hands moved together between your legs.

Your leg started to twitch and you tried to slow your movements, feeling slightly funny.

“Nope… Carry on. Let go, Y/N. You’re nearly there. ”

Spencer continued working his fingers against yours, his lips sucking against your chest.

Your gasps grew louder and your legs trembled, your hips involuntarily bucking from the mattress. You could feel a pounding in your head, hear the blood rushing through your veins. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to be on fire and you felt like you’d never felt before.

“Oh god…. Oh fuck… Oh fuck, Spencer.” Was this coming? Oh jeez, it had to be….. You could feel yourself contracting inside, your whole body quivering. You were dizzy but in the best possible way, and you continued to expel expletives from your mouth as the feeling racked through you, subsiding after around twenty seconds or so, although it felt like longer.

Spencer removed his mouth from your chest and his hand from yours, and you felt him wipe it on the sheets. You did the same with yours, and then slowly opened your eyes to see Spencer looking very pleased with himself.

You couldn’t speak, not yet. You just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing for a few minutes. When you finally could think straight, you realised your boobs were still on display and you hurriedly pulled your top back up.

“Shame…. I was enjoying looking at those,“ came the comment from your companion.

You glanced over at him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“I both love you and hate you for that.”

“Why both?”

“Because you were right. That was the best feeling ever. And I definitely hadn’t had one. But if I can’t replicate that myself when I’m alone…..”

“You will. Now you know what you’re doing.” he told you.

“But if I can’t?” You felt shy again.

“Then…..I can always help you. Or do it for you. I don’t mind. And it’s not like I’m not getting anything out of it. Giving an attractive girl orgasms makes me feel good too.”

“You think I’m attractive?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I’m not blind.”

Oh.

Hmmm.

“What about….what about actually making you feel good. Like… Well. Finishing you off too.”

“Well,I’m not gonna lie, that was extremely frustrating for me. But I enjoyed it. And I’ll just cold shower when I get home or something.”

Or something. You giggled, knowing what the ‘or something’ might be.

You shifted your position on the bed, moving closer to him and placing your hand on his groin, seeing the surprised look on his face.

“Hey, no. I didn’t do this to get something in return.”

“I know you didn’t. But I want to. I may not have been able to get myself off, but experience tells me that I’m quite good at getting other people off. And we’ve already crossed the friendship line of no return. Why not cross it even further. If you want to….”

Feeling a twitch underneath your hand, you waited until he nodded and moved to the buttons of his jeans.

“Spence… ” you stopped. “Thanks, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

Grinning, you started unbuttoning his jeans, feeling happier now you knew you could pay him back.

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→ Reader x Blind!Chanyeol 

→ “We don’t need you, Y/N. Chanyeol doesn’t need you.”

→ Warnings: curse-words and fondling (slightly smutty) 

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You could feel Baekhyun’s blunt eyes on your back.

His gaze tore through your clothes and skin like fire and you couldn’t help but feel so flushed as you sat and ate your lunch together with Chanyeol as he sat several meters away, being forced to sit with some of the guys in his drama class. 

You had been walking with him and Chanyeol out to have your eyes in the beautiful, yet humid and blazing summer weather, when Baekhyun had been invited to sit with some new acquaintances whom he had met in drama class. He seemed hesitant to leave you and Chanyeol alone, but was eventually pursued and sat down. You smiled at him as you took Chanyeol in the hand and led him over to a small shadowed hill a little past the full tables.

You sat down on the drying grass as Chanyeol tiredly plopped down beside you, the sound of his butt hitting the ground making you groan in empathy. Glancing over at him as he found his own lunchbox before opening it, you smiled lowly as his whole mouth was forcibly ripped open in a big yawn. You chuckled.

“Why have you been up all night this time?”

Chanyeol gasps happily at my question. “The Weeknd’s new album is,” He pauses, his hand coming to rest on top of his heart to add extra effect to what he was about say. “splendid.”

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A recent history of the Democrat Party

I’m sick of the Dems saying Trump is inappropriate when: 

Ted Kennedy left a woman to die in a river. 

Bill Clinton had weird sex in the Oval Office with a barely legal intern. 

Barack Obama and Eric Holder ran guns to Mexican drug lords in an attempt to increase gun crime so they could push gun control AND gave billions to terrorist states. 

Joe Biden makes creepy and sexist comments and publicly fondles women 

Hillary Clinton endangered Americans, released classified intel, wiped her illegal server and destroyed mobile devices, left 4 American heroes to die and lied about it being caused by some stupid BS video, sold nuclear material to our enemies, and took money from terrorist-producing countries. 

John Edwards was indicted for using campaign funds to hide his mistress. 

Rod Blagojevich is in prison for trying to sell Obama’s senate seat. 

Anthony Weiner…well, need I say more? 

Yes, Democrat Party, please lecture us on what is “beneath” a political office. You have so much experience in that area.

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Mine - Yoongi Scenario

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Genre: Smut / Fluff

Summary: Things heat up at the Halloween Party you were invited to by a friend Yoongi doesn’t particularly like - basically jealous Yoongi.

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Playing Nurse (Smut)

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Request: Hi. Can you do pne where Shawn is sick and y/n has to take care of him ? ( little smut if u can ) Xx

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Playing Nurse

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” You asked Shawn, raising an eyebrow at him. He had been awake all night, coughing his lungs out.

“I have a studio session” he said low.

His voice was rasp and I could tell it hurt when he spoke. He had barely managed to drag his heavy body about of bed and he’d gotten too dizzy to take a shower.

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