As most experienced sugar babies will know, when first starting off an arrangement, determining how to spend your new windfall allowance is difficult. To assist newbies and other babies in the bowl, check out my strategy below!
Beginning Allowance (when first entering the bowl/a new arrangement):
Save up three months worth of rent (keep in savings for rainy day, continue paying rent out of pocket from vanilla job)
Purchase general necessities (stock up on things like shampoo, toothpaste, other toiletries, etc. also for rainy day; stock up on non-perishable food also or grocery store gift cards)
Pay off all credit card debt (minor debt)
Begin chipping away at Student Loan Debt (major debt)
Percent of what goes where:
50% - student loans (or other large debt you may be carrying.
30% - high yield savings account (I use Capital One 360 because I like the ability to make sub accounts)
10% - personal spending fun (if you’re in a lot of debt you might be tempted to put all your money in savings or paying things off, but be realistic here. You will always want to have a little bit of fun spending money! If you don’t include it in your budget, you will throw your whole budget off)
5% - sugaring necessities (makeup, hair, nails, tanning, lingerie - don’t forget to invest in yourself! This is important!)
5% - house cash (random necessities - food, toiletries, cleaning supplies, bed sheets, etc.)
What does this look like in monthly allowances?
…And so on. You get the idea. It doesn’t matter what kind of allowance you have. It’s still money you didn’t have before! Remember to think of your sugar money as a windfall and put it to good use!
Jaehyun explaining the NCT concept that many might have been curious about:
So what NCT U, NCT 127 and NCT DREAM have in common?
First, NCT that stands for NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY, is a group concept with unlimited number of members that is divided in 3 units at the moment: NCT U, NCT 127 and NCT DREAM.
Talking about NCT 127 and NCT DREAM that are currently active, NCT 127 started promoting in Seoul (127 standing for Seoul’s longitude) and its goal is to become a global team and promote worldwide (it started with 7 and at the moment has 9 members, but -> the limitless concept do not forget!!)
Meanwhile, NCT DREAM, a group-unit of 6* teenager members with an average age of 16 years-old, has the goal to perform and living everyone’s dreams with their songs.
NCT 127, with an average age members of 20 years-old, has powerful strong songs and performances, the opposite of NCT DREAM “freshness”.
But what these 2 units have in common? Mark and Haechan are both part of NCT 127 and NCT DREAM, showing us different imagines. They are showing a strong charismatic performance with NCT 127, while with NCT DREAM, they express a dream-like innocent first love confession (both title songs “My First and Last” and “Chewing Gum” talk about a first innocent love).
You should check for yourself their stages and find out better about each unit’s concept! ~
* They wrote 6 and not 7 members, because the 7th member is Jaemin, currently taking a break-off promotions because of health issues.
i’ll be honest…watching yall draw mchanzo with realistic proportions and body proportions with different art styles that are all amazing and unique not to mention including your own headcannons, be it trans! hanzo etc. really heals my soul…
[because we all know he’s as kinky as it gets, come on / masterlist with the other versions (jimin ; jungkook ; yoongi ; namjoon under /tagged/masterlist]
- switch taehyung with a thing for all things soft and fluffy, materials that slip and slide over his skin and leave him tingling underneath you
- so, yes, inevitably - kitty ears, handmade to fit him in delicate shades of ash grey (yoongi’s hair colour, specifically, and it wasn’t weird that you’d used that for reference), the insides in white. they glow against his skin, offsetting the pink in his cheeks when you slide a hand under his chin and ask who’s a good little kitty?
- anal play, for him - your fingers, curling to find that really good place taeyhung didn’t stop talking about for a full day once he found it on his own in the shower
- watching him writhe and grind up against your palm, fingers clawing at whatever you’ve found to bend him over, fuck himself back with his mouth hanging open, practically panting with pleasure, wanton and lovely
- the same for you, accompanied by his that ever curious, ever present tongue, because to taehyung it isn’t simply a kinky treat - he overheard namjoon discussing its merits with yoongi and seokjin over soju and dinner on a night off (a horrified, fascinated and slightly aroused jeongguk hovered in the background, according to tae)
-he likes to spread your ass with both hands, flicking his tongue in little circles, pushing it in with no warning and his fingers digging into your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you
- butt plugs with long, luxurious tails attached that he says send goosebumps over his skin when they brush over his thighs; you’re certain that the sight of him, ass pushed up into the air, back arched, waiting for your move, is one of the hottest things you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing
- wet, wet fucking, because of massage oils that smell like aphrodisiac-laced candy, splashed over your chest, his cock, rubbed over five-hours-of-practice sore muscles, working it over his cock and that sweet place just under his balls that has him gasping out your name
- sloppy oral, taehyung near suffocating under the weight of your body on top of him sucking and gasping between licks, leaving bruises littered across the insides of your thighs
- him begging for you to slap him (harder, please, fucking slap me, I’m yours, I’m your bitch, baby, please)
- shaking in makeshift restraints (if you’d been in a rush just to see him strapped down), sometimes done up with meticulous care in soft ropes; the lead of his leather collar looped around the headboard or your hand
- squeezing his neck as tight as you can while you fuck his mouth open with two fingers, delighting in the sight of his eyes fluttering, chanting thank you, thank you, thank you
- exhibitionism (are you really surprised?): slipping his hand over your ass as you hunt for good street food, squeezing in appreciation no matter who’s looking - especially if someone is looking
- pulling you into crooked alleyways at the side of busy streets, with whispered supplications, dressed up demands: gonna fuck my face baby, let me taste you out here like a good little girl?
- always tempting you to go that little bit further
- further is never enough, of course - he wants you in the back of darkened cinemas, against a tree on secluded paths, underwear around your ankles and the sleeve of your jacket balled up against your mouth while he fucks you wide open
- in the shower at the dorms, something dark and dirty catching in his eyes when he slaps a hand down over your mouth, scissoring you with in leisurely twisting motions. The slant of his mouth, concentrated and serious as he slams into you with the desperation only a lonely night full of errant boners and no privacy can bring - it’s almost bored
- pleasure is taken in overwhelming amounts, from telling his hyungs that he’s fine, he’ll be out in just a minute, relying only on the rush of water to mask the lewd slap of his skin on yours, rocking his hips up hard, eyes on yours, then on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, water cascading over your thighs
- eating his cum when it leaks out of your hole, swallowing it down, a gentle hum of contentment and arousal as the tastes of you both mix on his tongue
- alternatively, he’s sometimes eager to keep you filled up with it and that’s when the plugs come out - silicone or glass, plain or finely crafted dusky-rose, small or large, you name it and taehyung has ordered it, picked it up as soon its arrived and ripped open the packaging, like the kinkiest kid at christmas
- countless dinners, brunches, impromptu nights in comfy, worn-down cafes with the boys spinning their storm of light-hearted chaos around you - so many of them spent trying to keep taehyung’s hands searching hands on his food and phone instead of tugging you towards the restroom so he can inspect the plug in your asshole
- and if you can’t count the amount of times that jimin has caught you both emerging from a unisex stall with your shirt askew and taehyung’s mouth oddly…pink, and glistening, when he was sure tae had said you were feeling a little sick; then so be it, that’s the hazards of fucking someone with as little self-awareness as tae
- he walks well in heels, and looks good in them too - even better in soft thigh highs and pastel heels, frilled suspended belt on his hips, hands splayed over his face as you work him throuth endless loops of dry orgasms because, as he never fails to remind you, he’s a greedy shit and the pain of it can keep him going for hours
he’s always loud, because sound is one of the little things that has him hardest the fastest - that, and the nerve-wrecking knowledge that you’re sucking the head of his cock, prettily and neatly, with the door open so he has to be quiet
- every slurp and slight pop, the damp tap of his dick’s tip on your tongue has him taut with the effort of keeping his groans and whines at a complete minimum (there’s only so much his phone, playing some drama neither of you care about, can hide)
- possessiveness manifesting in him practically attacking you on movie nights, pulling your mouth to his at every lull in the storyline - and it’s weird, you think, that the complaints are so half hearted when his hand dips between your legs, tugs so blatantly on your underwear with insistent fingers
- so, yes, your circle of your closest friends may or may not be full of voyeuristic perverts and this may or may not have been what lead up the first incident that was as close to a threesome as you’ve ever gotten
- specifically, jeongukk trying his hardest to keep both eyes on a battered manga - held upside down and with the pages half closed - and then on the television, blaring into the dimly lit room - when tae wrapped his fingers loosely round the base of your throat and murmured sweet, filthy nothings into your mouth
- sitting on the sofa in the dorm’s living room, no less, with the hyungs occupied somewhere you couldn’t care about when taehyung’s fingers found their way to your nipples
- “he’s gonna get off to this later,” taehyung had mumbled, “that’s so fucking hot, jesus, I should fuck you right here, let him see you take it”
- you didn’t, because it was unethical, gross, invasive - and everyone had come back early, so there’d only been enough time for jungkook to wall himself into the bathroom, wailing that he was “busy, really busy so just leave me alone and get a life while I just - do - stuff, please, oh my god.”
- It’s the next thing on taehyung’s list, though: entice jeongguk with the promise of wicked and depraved delights, fuck him into submission and servitude, and maybe, finally, show him who the actual hyung is
- (a nice dream, but it’s hard to take seriously when he’s on his knees, begging for orgasms, grinding against nothingness with a masterpiece made up of bruises on his ass.)
irl puppy,uses fighting as an absolute last resort, a giant pushover, not good at math or science/technology, sub af, 0/10 will never share her food
will overdose on coffee and fight you behind Noonan's at 3am, can hack your phone using a paperclip and some toothpaste, will give you her last potsticker if you really want it, would die for Alex Danvers in a heartbeat, 10/10 would fling you into the sun for taking her French fries without asking