#str1pper

[jade-lush]

[kadihanim]

New au?? Story and stuff under the cut, if you have any questions or anything you wana see my asks are open :333

Ermmm cw dubcon and prostitution i guess??

[xoxratedkitten]

thinking of putting a pic of my tits in pinned...hmm

[ovenbakedbones]

JASMINE!

chapter 2 !

pairing : mafia!yoongi x (eventual) str1pper!reader

genre : romance???? mystery? smut??

summary : yoongi gets tired of seeing you only once a night for a few minutes, so he takes it into his own hands.

note : sorry this took so long ! i’ll start uploading frequently i swear ‼️

thank you for enjoying chapter 1 !

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yoongi spends the next week spending as much time with you as possible. its not enough.

everyday, he sits at the bar, nursing his whiskey until the lights turn red and the music slows. he sits in the leather chair thats centre stage, not too far back, but not too much to expose him. just enough for you to notice him. thats all he needs.

he studies you while you sing, taking note of every mole and freckle that paints your perfect skin, and how your hands wrap around the mic stand in front of you. his favourite part of the night is when your eyes travel towards him. you’ve noticed how he started coming in every night, you’ve heard from the other girls that he has no interest in watching them dance or taking them to a private room, and most importantly, you’ve heard of how he always dashes through the dressing room and to the back door in hopes of catching you.

it is pretty cute how badly he wants you.

namjoon has proved useless at finding information about you. jasmine was clearly a stage name and it’s pretty hard to find someone who disappears after 3 minutes. yoongi has debated putting his men in front of the back door so he has no chance of missing you, but namjoon convinced him that it would probably creep you out.

it’s now a sunday night and yoongi is sat at the bar, waiting for you to perform. jin is off flirting with some of the dancers and yoongi cant help but feel a little stupid obsessing over a woman he knows nothing about. his thoughts are interrupted by the dimming of the lights and he walks to his usual seat, his eyes skimming over the crowd.

there is a certain type of crowd that comes to a strip club on a sunday night, and yoongi isnt especially happy to be lumped in with them. unemployed losers who throw their money at women who want nothing to do with them. he chooses to ignore the irony that he is doing the same thing. if not, worse.

his eyes are glued to you as you take the stage and the music begins to play. you’re wearing a black off the shoulder dress that finishes near the top of your thighs. yoongi cant help but admire your collarbones and the way your hair falls onto your shoulders. you look perfect, as always.

but something about your eyes today look different. almost sad.

family (with suzanna son) - the weeknd, suzanna son

arms like the branches of a poplar tree

eyes like the ocean or the great big blue sea

love just like my mothers with a price, its not free

the music starts playing and yoongi notices that it’s slightly off too, it still has the seductive undertones that you use regularly, but something about the lyrics unsettles him. the rest of the crowd are too busy drooling over your bare legs and figure to notice, but yoongi cannot tear his gaze away from the somber look in your eyes.

voice like my fathers, when he screams the house shakes

dreams like my brother’s, oh, we pray for his sake

hopes just like my mothers, only last till her wake

there’s something eerily beautiful about the way you’re singing tonight. your focus seems to be on the back of the room or the floor instead of eyeing up the customers as if you’re interested. how can someone so melancholy look so beautiful?

thats my family

oh, we dont like eachother very much

oh, im okay with that

but it breaks my mothers heart

yoongi furrows his brows, trying to not listen to the lyrics and soak up the little time he has with you, but he cant help but go over the lyrics in his heart and wonder what happened to change your personality so completely. he’s seen you perform at least 6 consecutive nights, so what is so different about today?

he spends the rest of the song overthinking and his eyes dart up when the music fades out. he blinks and you’re leaving the stage, the money that you collected tucked away into your dress.

he gets ahold of himself and half heartedly walks towards the backstage area. he knows you wont be there but he cant stand the possibility of missing an extra moment with you.

the dancers are used to his presence so they ignore him barging through their space and pushing open the back door and looking down the alley.

his eyes widen and his heart stops when he sees you leant against the brick wall with a cigarette in your hand.

he blinks, half expecting you to disappear, and is pleasantly surprised to see you still standing there, one arm wrapped around yourself and the other hovering near your mouth while you take a drag from your cigarette.

he doesnt have time to think before you notice him and lift your head up, tilting it slightly as you take in his appearance, finally not hidden in darkness.

“guess you finally caught me” you tease and take another drag from your cigarette.

yoongi has to clench his jaw in order to keep it shut. how was your speaking voice as beautiful as your singing voice?

he wants to punch himself for how starstruck he must look. he is in charge of hundreds of people, he deals with criminals on a daily basis, he gets any woman he could ever want. why does he feel like a teenage virgin whenever you look at him?

he clears his throat and leans on the wall next to you, speaking up in a raspy voice.

“oh yeah? you been hiding from me?” he smirks and lights a cigarette of his own.

you smirk and shrug and yoongi forces himself to look away from you. he cannot be one of those losers who can’t even speak to a woman without cumming in their pants.

“i see you’ve become a regular. any particular reason?” you ask innocently and look up at him.

fuck. he’s whipped.

he chuckles and blows some smoke towards your direction “you know damn well why”

you smirk and nod while looking away from him.

“yeah, i have an idea”

yoongi bites back a smile. he’s glad you’re as intoxicating to talk to as you are to look at.

“any particular reason you decided to grace me with your presence this evening?” he says while taking another drag.

you laugh a little “decided to put you out of your misery, i’ve heard enough stories of how you try to beat me here every night”

okay. that’s a little embarrassing. fuck those dancers for snitching on him like that. but at least he can finally talk to you now. maybe he should thank those dancers then?

“yknow, you get caught up in your thoughts alot” you say while looking up at him

he smirks “how observant of you. and here i thought you were too busy eye-fucking me to notice”

you laugh “don’t feel special, i eye-fuck all my customers”

“do you have little after-hour chats with all your customers too?”

you roll your eyes “okay, maybe you can feel a little special”

he smirks and puts out his cigarette.

“so what was with the song today?”

you turn to face him with a raised a brow “what about it?”

“dont bullshit me, it was different than the other days i’ve been here” he scoffs

you turn to press your back against the wall again “now whose the wobservant one?”

“come on, angel. be honest with me”

you tilt your head at him “angel?”

“im not calling you jasmine. i’ll either call you your real name, or angel” he grunts, hoping you’ll tell him your name so he can feel at least a little closer to you.

fuck mystery. he wants to know you.

you smirk “angel is fine”

fucking brat.

he rolls his eyes “so? fess up”

you sigh and put out your cigarette.

“its my birthday”

this catches yoongi off guard a little. he doesnt want to bombard you with questions that you most likely wouldnt answer, but he cant deny his curiosity about why you were so sad on your birthday.

so instead, he settles with ….

“oh. happy birthday”

[luminousoss]

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Is it just me thinking that Damian is single and that he would be very into BDSM? Let me explain…first of all his IG is a huge red flag, he’s following of models, str1ppers and who knows what, all I see it’s him liking and following naked girls, that’s why I think he’s single…and I dunno he gives me dom vibes…do you know if he’s single? Or if he’s just fucking a bunch of women at the same time? I’m very curious.

this is probably the weirdest ask i’ve ever received…i don’t know what you’re expecting me to say tho. it’s his life and he’s free to follow whoever he wants, that’s none of your / our business. whether he’s single or not, again, it’s none of our business. i follow him because of wrestling and i love the character he developed with wwe, i know nothing about his personal life and i’m perfectly fine with that as it’s his personal life. i don’t even know what to think about the bdsm part, it’s just a perception that you have because again you don’t know him personally and, again, it’s none of our business. i get it, maybe you’re just curious about him because you like him and you follow him in wrestling as i do and as many people do but asking me those questions is kinda weird you know?

[camzeecorner]

hiii! I saw ur costume reques and here are some if you're matching!

slutty:

greek gods

str1ppers

H00k3rs

(these are off the top of my head, if I come up with more I'll send jn another)

normal:

Angel n Devil

Beetlejuice and lydia deetz

Sally and jack

Coraline and Wybie

(May I be 🪳 anon?)

Of course you can!

These are all so creative and cute 😍😍 tyyyy!!!

[jade-lush]

[rosesemporium]

Kinktober Day Six Sneak Peak!!! 18+

wordcount: 474

theme: frottage

tags: str1p, str1pper

BEGIN STORY BELOW-

Lights danced around you as you sat in the break room adjusting your makeup. Outside, the cheer of men sounded like a bell, but you knew it was just because most of them were halfway to wasted. Finishing the wing of your eyeliner, you paused, stepping back to look at yourself in the mirror.

You were dressed in a skimpy black leather bikini. Nested between your breasts was a silver ring, perfectly complimenting the silver choker that you wore. With a sigh to yourself, you slipped on your heels, looking in the mirror one last time before you headed out.

You can do this. Just one last show and then you’re done for the night.

At the same time Emily, one of the other dancers, stepped into the break room through the curtains. “You’re up Y’N. Show ‘em what you got!~”

With a nod, you put on a large grin, pushing aside the purple drapes and slowly stepping out onto the stage.

Cheers and clapping sounded all around you as you performed. Stepping up to the pole, you started small, swinging your hips, gentle and teasing.

As you began to ramp up your performance, the cheers got louder. Someone in the crowd threw up a 5-dollar on the stage, which you stuffed into your bra graciously before continuing to do your rounds.

Somewhere along your performance, a lady’s hand stuck up towards your stage, so you walked over. Straining to see through the stage light, you took in some of her features: She had sharp ginger hair and deep green eyes, with freckles that littered the whole of her body. She cried out as you placed your hand onto hers, sliding your fingers up and down teasingly before walking away.

The rest of the performance went as they always do, a few sharp 20-dollar bills, but mostly fives. The men cheered and whooped, but it didn’t bring any gratification. It never did.

As you finished, you stepped back into the break room, checking your money quickly so you could put it in your locker. 254$… Just enough to get me through this week.

Emily pulled up next to you, dangling a key graciously in her hands. “I know you said one more but I have a surprise for you! Some lady and her boyfriend wanna see you in room two, they said they are willing to tip graciously.~” She smiled.

“So a lap dance?” You flicked your gaze to the clock, checking the time.

9:54… I might as well, maybe it will help me scrape up a little bit more.

Pressing your hand to your temples, you sighed. “Fine, but no more after this one, I have to get home.”

“Of course!”

And with that, you stepped outside the break room and down the winding hallways leading you straight to room two.

[the-dist-ortionist]

EXPOSING @chesapeake-str1pper

[yoshi-self-ships]

Str1pper Scott Malkinson

[xoxratedkitten]

my new layout is so sexy I can’t stop staring at it

[nicfat621]

And her favorite str1pper is a switch!

[famelord]

Blac Chyna’s BoyFriend Drops Receipts of Her Mother Tokyo Toni Sending Private Pics To His DM

[briandraws]

ALL OF THIS IS A JOKE, IF YOU ARE OFFENDED OR GROSSED OUT, STOP READING >:(

This also has sensitive language

You have been warned.

(keep in mind we are all friends and these are the kinds of jokes we make often)

So, one of my friends, who we will call K, started a "rizz" discord server and invited me and a few others.

Another friend, who we will call S, asked if anyone wanted to marry her, and basically everyone in the server said yes, including me

Me and K were chosen as S's brides, and because of a joke S said, the entire wedding is going to be slvt and str1pper based-

Heres a screenshot of what I said when someone asked if they could invite their friends to join the wedding-

So yeah-

Thought it would be fitting to post to Tumblr since this place is horny as fuck-

[angelic-dismay]

me at the str!p club

ur in his dms, I’m in his lap and buddy he is whispering sum strange shit into my ear