oh, my sweet, sweet child, what has the world done to you? you were a bright promise,
the tomorrow we had hoped for, holding flowers in your mouth without crushing them
and trusting blindly in those around you. and then came the blood; and now your fire
is a quiet thing, a crackling murmur hidden in the shadows. you’ve curled into yourself
like a newborn babe, held your heart tightly to your chest and began the tedious healing.
and all the salt in your tears made the deep wounds sting; was it this what kept you pure?
I wonder, oh, I wonder. before you, I had never seen an anathema so full of innocence.
(the world tried to cast you down from paradise; and it succeeded. but the fall couldn’t
maim you, for fire cannot kill fire – it simply shrunk you, much like a mimosa bloom.
I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to flower, for there is so much beauty in you.)
I wish I could wrap my hands around your shoulders and hold you close for a while,
because oh, what sad things they are, your bones. I am so sorry, beloved; so very sorry.
and I am well aware these apologies cannot change anything, but I want you to know
that there is someone who sees you as you are – even when all the others see is your
superfluous frivolity and your desire for riches, I see the thoughtful mind, the gentle
gestures, each and every of your heartbeats. the song of you is imprinted into my memory
as the change in seasons is; you are unforgettable, something so precious and so very dear.
(don’t let them shame you for your greed – those who try to do so cannot wrap their
all too little minds around the fact that sin is not necessarily negative. your love for gold
has root in the same place as your love for others; you only want it so you may share it.)
it’s lonely, isn’t it? not being the way all others are. they tell you you’re a forgery, that your
smile is a mask and your composure an act, simply because they cannot accept the idea
that people are supposed to be multidimensional. on and on they go, pinning their ignorance
to you under the name of blame, seeing in you only that which they wish to see. sometimes,
you wish you were like them. I know you do. you shouldn’t. it might be lonely where you are,
but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing; lonely doesn’t mean secluded. there are others like you,
with minds like diamonds. others like you, who are only habitual in their tendency for change.
(you will find someone who can make sense out of you, one day, you know. they’ll know you
better than you yourself do – every single aspect of you, every single frantic facet and feeling.
and when you do, the wait will be more than worth it. I promise you won’t die nor live alone.)
you poor, poor, poor thing. it’s been a thousand years since you’ve curled into yourself, hid
your heart deep in the cradle of your ribs and let yourself sleep; then the time came for you
to awaken, and you found the world unchanged – it was as if everything had stood still.
reality swept into you like saltwater into gaping wounds, and every fiber of your soul wept.
fearful, you took the broken glass road still, walked it fully aware of what laid in waiting;
like a bride the night she is wed to a stranger, you swallowed your terror and saw it through.
often, those ignorant make you out to be such a bumbling coward. you’re not. you just aren’t.
(in fact, you’re on of the bravest people I know; it takes so much courage to let the world
see you weep – and it takes even more of it to wipe your tears and keep moving forward.
above all, it takes immense courage to allow yourself to love even when you know it’ll hurt.)
the size of your heart puts to shame both Jupiter and your own pride and ego; to this day,
I am not sure if you would have been better off with one much smaller, but I know for sure
the world would have been emptier by far. you see, your touch is one of gold; whomever
you decide to invest your time and love into grows the size of Atlas, and so, without you
as you are now there would have been much less in the world. that is your downfall, isn’t it?
always has been. the way you’ve always put others first, giving them all of you, never asking
for anything to be given to you in return. you are a gardener, dearest, and people are your roses.
(it breaks my heart that all your selfless effort was almost always repaid in hurt and sorrow;
know that you are not to be blamed for any of it. you have done nothing wrong – sometimes,
things simply fall apart. don’t shut your heart. I’d hate to see your love rot and turn to hatred.)
you have endured well the contempt of others, my dear; you have taken every blow with open arms.
they have called you frigid and prude and arrogant and everything in between, but you knew better.
tell me then: if you can endure so well the slander of others, if you don’t care what they make of you,
why do you worry so? why do you see only blemishes when you look at yourself in the mirror?
your hesitance to trust others stems in your fear that if you let them in they’ll see your ugliness, all
the imagined imperfections you see in your reflection. you can’t trust others because you don’t trust
yourself; and I wish so badly that you would have a little more faith in who you are, in your beauty.
(being unable to forgive, jealousy and lust do not make you terrible. hate is human nature as much
as love is; emotions, be they bad or good, are intrinsic to mankind. you are such a passionate being,
despite your outward delicacy, and that, my dear, is simply stunning. please try to love yourself.)
darling child, didn’t the gods tell you the mob sees dancers as something of the devil, especially
when their preferred stage is the sharp edge of a sword? few in this world love truth, and fewer still
are fond of things like righteousness and justice. your ability to remain indiscriminate in the face
of contradictory realities and deny none of them is both a blessing and a curse. your mind, I fear,
is the Pandora fate has crafted specifically for you; a beautiful gift that hides such doom and sorrow.
and you are aware of all of this – how you were meant for greater things, with your noble mind
and your true heart, yet on you dance, fighting against the windmills of adversity. how brave you are.
(know that your effort will not go without reward. know that you won’t be forever unloved, nor
will you be forever misunderstood. there will be those whom, like you, have the makings of just men,
and they will understand. keep your eyes open and search the crowd; that is what you do best.)
I look at you and my heart grows small; there is so much sadness in you, from the flower
of your eyes to the slouching arch of your shoulders. you have been misjudged
and falsely accused for so long: whore, they said; monster, perverter, sickness of the soul –
and all of it because you like sex, as if somehow they are the virgin mary reborn,
the goddamn hypocrites. this, too, is something they have misunderstood; it is not sex
that you crave or are interested in. it is intimacy: it is the vulnerability that comes with having
your soul completely bared and lain before another; you crave love, in its’ purest of forms.
(and I know they have convinced you that someone of your kind is not “worthy”; fuck that.
your love is priceless, and one day someone will call your battle scars a masterpiece.
one day someone will love you as wholly as you deserve to be loved. they will love all of you.)
there is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of the long, long roads,
walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon; the sky was
your sole companion, its’ stars your map, the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing
sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart. oh, my child;
how very wonderful you are, a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world. the feeble
minded call you rootless; how wrong they are. having a voyager heart does not make you
afraid of commitment. it simply means your roots lie elsewhere, splat across the world.
(do not let their malice plant doubts into your mind’s garden; your gypsy heart is worth more
than all their empty ones combined. keep daring the world, sate your thirst for journeying;
only exploration can ever lead to discovery, so let your feet and head both walk the world.)
good god, you’re so tired. life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones,
took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet.
and yet you’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium,
a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges;
you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow.
know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience,
of how you’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you.
(and know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel
that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it.
know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)
there’s so much of you inside your skin I am often surprised it has yet to come apart at the seams;
there’s so much of everything inside your skull I am left in awe of your bones – often I wonder,
how are they strong enough to contain the exploding universe inside? my god, this world of ours
has seven wonders and you are all of them. the fortitude of your bright mind ceaselessly
surprises me; I know what to expect, and yet I am still thrown off by your ingenuity and your
ability to remain rational in your abstract ways. nobody but you is open enough to accept it all;
nobody but you can see through the prism of all eyes and walk away with their sanity intact.
(I know they call you “cold”, an ice queen of the Siberian tundra. let them be. those who cannot
see your white-hot warmth are not worthy of your brilliance. you are the brightest star, my dear,
someone accepting and embracing of it all. do not settle for anyone that is blind to your light.)
and how terrible it must be for you, who lives always halfway, to be stuck in a world
that demands certainties which you will never have to give. it is not to say you don’t want
to be resolute – you simply cannot. your world does not have truth, nor does it have falsity;
all that your world has are colors, swirling, forever mingling anew like the clouds in the sky.
one day you are overflowing with everything that blooms inside of you, and lilies
are spilling out of your ribs; the next, you’re empty, and you can’t for the life of you
find something that is all-encompassing enough to fill the growing abyss south of your sternum.
(know that it is okay. the most humane thing you can be is full of contradictions;
as maddening as it can be, each paradox gets you closer to the entity your peers call god.
it was never the devil that built his home on the crossroads, you know. embrace your nature.)
poetry for the signs: the “you’ve done well” edition, L. Schreiber
When Lance was a kid his mom would say his skin looked like the wings of a butterfly.
Something that was beautiful in how the colours stood out over the base.
She would tell him that he was her little butterfly painted by the angels.
She would tell him this everyday he came home crying because of the teasing from the other kids and the pitying looks from the adults.
When Lance turned ten he stole his sisters makeup and used it to cover the pale areas that were visible on his face, neck and arms. Just to see what it would be like he went to town and for the first time ever blended in. He felt absence of confidence coming from the makeup. But he didn’t want to upset his mom. However getting makeup off is much harder then putting it on.
That’s why hours later his Mom found Lance in the bathroom desperately scrubbing at his skin as she called him for dinner.
He broke down and began to cry begging her not to angry for trying to cover up.
His mom just smiled and kissed his temple telling him that if he wanted to cover up he could or if he wanted his skin on show that was fine too, that he was perfect ether way.
So Lance started wearing makeup and gained a new kind of confidence that he never had before. He was louder and happier even flirting.
When he went away to the Garrison he took enough makeup with him to last until Christmas telling himself as long as he had makeup then everything would be ok.
But the night they found Shiro, Lance didn’t have his makeup with him.
He went to space without it.
With every day that passed the small container he always carried for touch ups became emptier and emptier. He knew it wouldn’t last forever but tonight of all nights to run out.
Lance stared in the mirror at the pale splattering that stretched over his eyes as he desperately rubbed at his skin praying to be able to cover up.
But it was no good.
He was out of makeup.
He wondered if Allura had any and if she would mind him borrowing some. But if he asked then she would see.
What if she laughed?
What if she told the others and they treated him differently?
He couldn’t take the teasing again he just couldn’t.
He put his hands on the sink trying to will himself to calm down. If he could just get to Allura’s room then he could steal her makeup and look normal.
Wrapping his blanket round his head allowing it to trail along the floor behind him Lance tip toes through the hall way.
At this time in the morning most of the other paladins were usually in the kitchen having breakfast or for Keith getting in some training before grabbing a quick bite to eat. This didn’t do much for Lance’s anxieties through. Just the thought of being outside his room without makeup on caused his chest to tighten with panic.
This was so much worse.
He felt like every cell in his body was on edge, vibrating with fear of being caught.
When he reached Allura’s room he had to wipe the sweat off his hands before getting the door open.
Allura’s room was huge.
Much bigger then all the paladins rooms combined and filled with various alien nick nacks and photos from Altea.
Lance felt bad about being in her room without permission, but he told himself it would be worth it in the end.
However after almost an hour Lance had found nothing.
He felt his chest tighten as the tears began to fall.
What was he going to do?
The team already thought he was nothing but a pretty face, he’ll be even less then nothing if they realise he’s not even that.
As his breaths came less frequently and quicker Lance slowly slipped down to the floor holding his throat with his hands.
He didn’t hear the door slide open.
He didn’t hear the gasp or the sound of footsteps running over to him.
But he did hear his name.
“Lance?” Allura asked panic clear in her voice. She put a steadying hand on his shoulder trying to get him to look up at her. “Lance tell me what is wrong! Are you hurt? What happened?” She asked sounding like a worried mother.
Lance’s only response was a slow shake of the head.
Allura recognising the panic attack hugged him in her strong arms humming a calming tune.
After a while the tears stopped and Lance found himself able to breath normally again. He stayed in Allura’s arms letting her rock him gently back and forth closing his eyes and listening to the calming sound.
“Pretty song” Lance whispered.
“My farther would sing it to me when I was young.” Allura answered a note of pain to her voice. “Ready to tell me what’s wrong?”
Lance shook his head earning him a sigh from the princess.
“Well…is there anything I can do to help?
Lance was quiet for a moment “do you have any makeup I could borrow?” He asked nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
“Of course. But I do not understand, you often boast about how perfect your skin is.”
A bitter laugh escaped Lance’s throat. “My skins ugly.”
Allura was so surprised by this answer she pulled back just to try and see if the blue paladin was joking. He had to be joking…right?
“Lance why would you think that?” She asked gently.
Lance slowly, very slowly looked up. The blanket falling off his head and showing his face to the older woman.
Allura couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she stared at Lance.
His face began to crumble “I knew it! I knew this would happen!” He sobbed curling in on himself.
“No no lance I didn’t mean anything bad!” Allura rambled quickly. “It’s just I did not realise humans also had marks of beauty like Altean’s.”
Lance sniffed looking up at her “marks of beauty?” He asked.
“Yes” she tapped the pink marking on her cheek “on Altea it was a sign of beauty to have markings such as yours on your face. They called them marks of the Drioborn bug… I believe you have something similar on Earth. Butterfly I think they are called.”
Lance smiled for a moment “yeah butterfly is right.”
After his little heart to heart with Allura, Lance though still self conscious didn’t outright hate his skin anymore. He borrowed her makeup as to feel more confident but eventually he opened up to the team allowing himself to love who he is as much as his team does.
I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know how I suddenly ended up walking my way here. But here I am, standing right in front of her front door. I knocked and I heard slow shuffling on the inside, I could’ve sworn she took five minutes just to get to the door. I hear the door unlock and the door handle turn.
“Ya-” I cut myself off from telling her how she took so long to open the door. “You look like shit, what’s wrong with you?” She honestly looked as though she was about to pass out any second now. So I held her arm.
“What are you doing here?” She slowly spoke out, obviously didn’t have the energy to fight back when I said that she looked like shit.
Oh, my sweet, sweet child, what has the world done to you? You were a bright promise, the tomorrow we had hoped for, holding flowers in your mouth without crushing them and trusting blindly in those around you. And then came the blood; and now your fire is a quiet thing, a crackling murmur hidden in the shadows. You’ve curled into yourself like a newborn babe, held your heart tightly to your chest and began the tedious healing. And all the salt in your tears made the deep wounds sting; was it this what kept you pure? I wonder, oh, I wonder. Before you, I had never seen an anathema so full of innocence. (The world tried to cast you down from paradise; and it succeeded. But the fall couldn’t maim you, for fire cannot kill fire – it simply shrunk you, much like a mimosa bloom. I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to flower, for there is so much beauty in you.)
I wish I could wrap my hands around your shoulders and hold you close for a while, because oh, what sad things they are, your bones. I am so sorry, beloved; so very sorry. And I am well aware these apologies cannot change anything, but I want you to know that there is someone who sees you as you are – even when all the others see is your superfluous frivolity and your desire for riches, I see the thoughtful mind, the gentle gestures, each and every of your heartbeats. The song of you is imprinted into my memory as the change in seasons is; you are unforgettable, something so precious and so very dear. (Don’t let them shame you for your greed – those who try to do so cannot wrap their all too little minds around the fact that sin is not necessarily negative. Your love for gold has root in the same place as your love for others; you only want it so you may share it.)
It’s lonely, isn’t it? not being the way all others are. They tell you you’re a forgery, that your smile is a mask and your composure an act, simply because they cannot accept the idea that people are supposed to be multidimensional. On and on they go, pinning their ignorance to you under the name of blame, seeing in you only that which they wish to see. Sometimes, you wish you were like them. I know you do. You shouldn’t. It might be lonely where you are, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing; lonely doesn’t mean secluded. There are others like you, with minds like diamonds. Others like you, who are only habitual in their tendency for change. (You will find someone who can make sense out of you, one day, you know. They’ll know you better than you yourself do – every single aspect of you, every single frantic facet and feeling. And when you do, the wait will be more than worth it. I promise you won’t die nor live alone.)
You poor, poor, poor thing. It’s been a thousand years since you’ve curled into yourself, hid your heart deep in the cradle of your ribs and let yourself sleep; then the time came for you to awaken, and you found the world unchanged – it was as if everything had stood still. Reality swept into you like saltwater into gaping wounds, and every fiber of your soul wept. fearful, you took the broken glass road still, walked it fully aware of what laid in waiting; like a bride the night she is wed to a stranger, you swallowed your terror and saw it through. Often, those ignorant make you out to be such a bumbling coward. You’re not. You just aren’t. (In fact, you’re one of the bravest people I know; it takes so much courage to let the world see you weep – and it takes even more of it to wipe your tears and keep moving forward. Above all, it takes immense courage to allow yourself to love even when you know it’ll hurt.)
The size of your heart puts to shame both Jupiter and your own pride and ego; to this day, I am not sure if you would have been better off with one much smaller, but I know for sure the world would have been emptier by far. You see, your touch is one of gold; whomever you decide to invest your time and love into grows the size of Atlas, and so, without you as you are now there would have been much less in the world. That is your downfall, isn’t it? Always has been. The way you’ve always put others first, giving them all of you, never asking for anything to be given to you in return. You are a gardener, dearest, and people are your roses. (It breaks my heart that all your selfless effort was almost always repaid in hurt and sorrow; know that you are not to be blamed for any of it. You have done nothing wrong – sometimes, things simply fall apart. Don’t shut your heart. I’d hate to see your love rot and turn to hatred.)
You have endured well the contempt of others, my dear; you have taken every blow with open arms. They have called you frigid and prude and arrogant and everything in between, but you knew better. Tell me then: if you can endure so well the slander of others, if you don’t care what they make of you, why do you worry so? Why do you see only blemishes when you look at yourself in the mirror? Your hesitance to trust others stems in your fear that if you let them in they’ll see your ugliness, all the imagined imperfections you see in your reflection. You can’t trust others because you don’t trust yourself; and I wish so badly that you would have a little more faith in who you are, in your beauty. (Being unable to forgive, jealousy and lust do not make you terrible. Hate is human nature as much as love is; emotions, be they bad or good, are intrinsic to mankind. You are such a passionate being, despite your outward delicacy, and that, my dear, is simply stunning. Please try to love yourself.)
Darling child, didn’t the gods tell you the mob sees dancers as something of the devil, especially when their preferred stage is the sharp edge of a sword? Few in this world love truth, and fewer still are fond of things like righteousness and justice. Your ability to remain indiscriminate in the face of contradictory realities and deny none of them is both a blessing and a curse. Your mind, I fear, is the Pandora fate has crafted specifically for you; a beautiful gift that hides such doom and sorrow. And you are aware of all of this – how you were meant for greater things, with your noble mind and your true heart, yet on you dance, fighting against the windmills of adversity. How brave you are. (Know that your effort will not go without reward. Know that you won’t be forever unloved, nor will you be forever misunderstood. There will be those whom, like you, have the makings of just men, and they will understand. Keep your eyes open and search the crowd; that is what you do best.)
I look at you and my heart grows small; there is so much sadness in you, from the flower of your eyes to the slouching arch of your shoulders. You have been misjudged and falsely accused for so long: Whore, they said; monster, perverter, sickness of the soul – and all of it because you like sex, as if somehow they are the Virgin Mary reborn, the goddamn hypocrites. This, too, is something they have misunderstood; it is not sex that you crave or are interested in. It is intimacy: it is the vulnerability that comes with having your soul completely bared and lain before another; you crave love, in its’ purest of forms. (And I know they have convinced you that someone of your kind is not “worthy”; fuck that. Your love is priceless, and one day someone will call your battle scars a masterpiece. One day someone will love you as wholly as you deserve to be loved. They will love all of you.)
There is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of the long, long roads, walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon; the sky was your sole companion, its’ stars your map, the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart. Oh, my child; how very wonderful you are, a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world. The feeble minded call you rootless; how wrong they are. Having a voyager heart does not make you afraid of commitment. It simply means your roots lie elsewhere, splat across the world. (Do not let their malice plant doubts into your mind’s garden; your gypsy heart is worth more than all their empty ones combined. Keep daring the world, sate your thirst for journeying; only exploration can ever lead to discovery, so let your feet and head both walk the world.)
Good god, you’re so tired. Life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones, took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet you’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium, a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges; you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow. Know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience, of how you’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you. (And know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it. Know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)
There’s so much of you inside your skin I am often surprised it has yet to come apart at the seams; there’s so much of everything inside your skull I am left in awe of your bones – often I wonder, how are they strong enough to contain the exploding universe inside? My god, this world of ours has seven wonders and you are all of them. The fortitude of your bright mind ceaselessly surprises me; I know what to expect, and yet I am still thrown off by your ingenuity and your ability to remain rational in your abstract ways. Nobody but you is open enough to accept it all; nobody but you can see through the prism of all eyes and walk away with their sanity intact. (I know they call you “cold”, an ice queen of the Siberian tundra. Let them be. Those who cannot see your white-hot warmth are not worthy of your brilliance. You are the brightest star, my dear, someone accepting and embracing of it all. Do not settle for anyone that is blind to your light.)
And how terrible it must be for you, who lives always halfway, to be stuck in a world that demands certainties which you will never have to give. It is not to say you don’t want to be resolute – you simply cannot. Your world does not have truth, nor does it have falsity; all that your world has are colors, swirling, forever mingling anew like the clouds in the sky. One day you are overflowing with everything that blooms inside of you, and lilies are spilling out of your ribs; the next, you’re empty, and you can’t for the life of you find something that is all-encompassing enough to fill the growing abyss south of your sternum. (Kknow that it is okay. The most humane thing you can be is full of contradictions; as maddening as it can be, each paradox gets you closer to the entity your peers call God. It was never the Devil that built his home on the crossroads, you know. Embrace your nature.)
Poetry for the Signs: The “You’ve Done Well” Edition, byL. Schreiber.
The chandelier above your head shined a bright radiant gold
as it hung low over the heads in the crowds. The golden dressed that hugged your waist and
dipped low in the front matched the hanging sculpted light. Your hair was
pinned up in loose curls some strands framing the sides of your face as you
laughed and indulged in minor chatter between you and the men you were around.
Your arm was placed on hip of a male who wanted your attention tonight like you
wanted his. His hands were currently drawing a patterned X on your lower black,
the tips of his fingers brushing against the top of your ass. The thin fabric
of the dress clung to your body, your weight shifting as you moved to press
down on your left heel looking around once more at the crowd in front of you,
your hand reached out to grab a drink and bring it to your lips.
“How about we get out of here?” Your guest whispered, and
you nodded your head smirking up at him.
“I would like that. Give me time to freshen up yes?” You asked
as you made your way towards the bathroom letting him go. Gliding through the
crowds of people, your eyes sought out one familiar person. Min Yoongi. Seeing
the male dressed up in a dark blue tux with a black button down shirt under it
you couldn’t help but move to stand beside him.
“Good evening all of you, I hope you are all having a good
night.” You stated letting your eyes linger on everyone.
“We were doing fine until you came.” Yoongi countered
looking at you with slight irritation. Who told you to where such a revealing dress?
It burned him up to the core.
“Well then you can keep your mouth shut while I talk to the
rest.” You smirked as the men around Yoongi laughed.
“In that case if my presence is no longer needed my date and
I will leave.” Yoongi bowed respectfully to the elders walking off to fetch his
date. Your eyes wandered down his body and back up, frowning deeply you moved to
fill the little gap he left in but you wanted to talk him and find out his
Ever since you were younger Yoongi always spited you for
everything you did. And you never understood why he didn’t like you. It wasn’t
like you weren’t attractive apparently, you were a hot commodity because every
male and female wanted a piece of you. And you were never one to let anyone
down. Your parents were important people, an actor and a classical composer
meaning they were never around at home leaving you to your lonesome. One thing
lead to another and before you knew it you were joking with a guy in high
school about him giving you fifty bucks for a blow job. You could say you were
very surprised when you were wiping the cum off your lips and he was handing
you a crisp fifty-dollar bill to add to your savings. And you thought to
yourself if you could get that from one guy, imagine what you could get from a
whole population. That’s how you started it, bribing men to give you thing in
exchange for your body and your time. It was a beautiful life that you created
for yourself one where you worked and upheld a decent name for yourself as well
as keep attention that you wanted. And you didn’t always have to sleep around,
sometimes a video of your fingers buried deep in your pussy or your pierced
breast pressed together was enough to get them off. Of course, sometimes you
felt bad going after many people, you had married men who would always want to
buy you things and or just spend time with you, have someone to listen to.
Everyone had given you what you wanted, attention and gifts like the true
princess you were with her pretty little head held high. But there was just one
man who acted as if the very sight of you repulsed him. You had known Yoongi
and his parents as long as you could remember. His family owning their own
business both his mother and father were the CEO’s of the company. Yoongi was
just as wealthy and privileged as you but for some reason he didn’t appear to
be as lonely. He had a few girls that he kept with him but it was always the
same few and they never changed. You always questioned why he kept people close
to him that weren’t gorgeous like yourself. It never truly dawned on you that
you were jealous, because you could have whoever you wanted! But for some
reason you wanted him, he was just so sexy and masculine. He kept himself
subtle but the look in his eyes held a dark secret. You sighed to yourself,
feeling the ache between your legs just thinking about those plump lips
pressing against your lower ones, his tongue how it would flutter and grind
against your clit. You almost released an audible groan, not aware that your
breast was becoming pert nubs or the fact that your piercings were starting to
“Y/N are you ready?” Your date asked wrapping an arm around
your lower back and pulling you as flush close to his body as he could. He was
a bit jealous watching how oblivious you were with that dazzling smile and how
everyone else eye fucked you.
“Yes my love, I’m ready.” You smiled up at the male grateful
for him coming along. Following him outside and eventually ending up tangled in
his bed sheets, you shut your eyes and imagined that he was none other than the
dark haired deep eyed male letting you control him for just once in your
It had been a few weeks since your last run in with Yoongi.
But you knew without a doubt that he would be at this social gathering at a close
colleague’s house, you could almost say she invited him for you. Standing in
the mirror you put on something casual, a zip up body suit with lace over your
breast and ripped skinny jeans. Your hair flowing down straight and loose,
makeup on your face with prominent but nothing overboard. Grabbing at your
ankle heels you placed them on your feet and made your way to your friend’s
Standing around, your eyes danced around the room, your body
becoming nervous as you waited for Yoongi to come. You hated yourself because
you wanted him so bad and he didn’t give a damn about you. But it didn’t matter
as soon as you saw Yoongi stepping into the space you were in with a black
turtle neck on and skinny jeans you wanted to melt on the spot. On his arm was one
of his favorite girls, a pretty brunette with a heart shaped face and an
innocent aura about her. Going for just watching him today you wanted to stay
back from him but your date decided you two should go talk to him.
“Love he is busy leave him be.” You tried to reason as you
were tugged by an older gentleman towards Yoongi and his group of friends.
“Nonsense we are all here to talk and have a fun time.” The
male explained as you all walked up. Yoongi’s happy smile was replaced with a
grimace as he saw you and for the first time your cocky exterior was cracking.
Shifting nervously, you pressed against your date and his comforting hand
strokes down your lower back made you calm down.
“Y/N you look a little pale. Would you like something to
drink?” Yoongi asked idly. You nodded your head about to leave but your date
stopped you saying he would handle it. “So, what’s the old man giving you?”
Yoongi asked and you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms over your
“It’s none of your business what I get from the deal.” You
snarled at him and you could see the anger growing in his face.
“Of course, it is. Everything you do is since it effects
both of our families but you’re going around acting like a typical whore on the
street.” Yoongi growled as he pressed his hands together in a hard line in
front of him.
“Nothing I fucking do concerns you! I’m a grown ass woman
who does what the fuck I want with who I want. And if you need to really know
he’s giving me a new pair of kicks.” You said proudly.
“Look she’s so proud to be a slut.” Yoongi chuckled causing
the people in the circle to laugh as well.
“You know what how, fuck you and go worry about those ugly
girls you keep having on your shoulders.” You turned on your heels to leave not
knowing why you were insulting them because they hadn’t done anything to you,
Yoongi just really knew how to piss you off.
“What you call ugly I call art. At least unlike you they are
faithful to me. And no thank you I’d never fuck a pussy as loose and worn out
as yours.” Yoongi responded. “Besides you couldn’t even handle what I would do
to you. These girls obey me.” Yoongi stated dismissing you. Turning around on
your heels you glared at him, the anger raising in your face as you took minor
steps forward towards him.
“Excuse me!? Loose pussy! I’m pretty sure the ones you fuck
have a loose pussy or how else could your tiny dick fit inside of it? I bet it
feels like a teddy bear is humping them whether they are on top or bottom. It’s
funny that you think yourself is not art then because I’ve never called you
ugly but maybe I should. Also, I could handle anything you gave me but no loose
lips remember?” You countered back, it wasn’t the strongest attack and you felt
like a child for it.
“Oh look the little baby can speak words, and she is
starting to form her own sentences. I’m proud. I find it cute that you are
confessing your feelings to me, I think I’m cute too. As far as I’m concerned,
my size is not anything you need to know. Now run along and go ride on that
dick, I know you want to.” Yoongi tilted his head towards the older male who
was at the bar.
“Fuck you, you talk shit but you can’t back it up. See you
around baby penis and remember I can handle whatever I want you just aren’t
capable of taming me.”
“You actually think you’re tough.” Yoongi said to you
rolling his neck as he took off his glasses. “But since you like indulging in
child’s play so much, I’ll put you in your place right now little girl.” Yoongi
gave his glasses to the girl who came with him, taking steps forward he opened
his mouth to address you again. “You little slut, dirty whore. Cheap bitch.”
With every word, he said to you he got closer, one hand pushing you back a bit
making you stumble back until you were in the middle of the guest. “Filthy cumslut.”
“NO I’M NOT!” You shouted at him. “And I never will be any
of those things. So, don’t ever call me those things again.” You didn’t realize
how your voice rang or that Yoongi had set you up for failure, he gave a
disappointing dry smirk.
“Exactly, which is why I would never want someone like you.”
Yoongi kept his eyes on yours, and hearing the clearing of throats you looked
around to see everyone look at you. You were embarrassed and upset with him.
Your date who watched the whole thing go on slipped out and left you there,
your plans were ruined. Turning on your heels you ran as your bottom lip
quivered from anger and embarrassment. Punching a wall as you made your wall
outside it created a hole that you felt in your heart.
All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you
had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in
your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that,
getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every
area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to
be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything,
Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were
worth it and you would make him take back his words.
All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you
had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in
your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that,
getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every
area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to
be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything,
Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were
worth it and you would make him take back his words.
The next morning when you got up, you laid in your bed for a
while thinking on if this was really what you wanted to do and you did. You
wanted to prove a point, you wanted to feel Yoongi. You were so angry with him
but you wanted him at the same time and it was torture. You wanted to know why
you weren’t enough for him. Getting out of your bed you threw on a pair of gray
shorts and a black tank top. It didn’t take long for you to get yourself
presentable enough to go and confront Yoongi. Marching up towards his door you
knocked three times crossing your arms over your chest. You bit on your bottom
lip when no one answered reaching forward you started to slam you fist against
the door not taking the silence to well. Yoongi was shouting from the hallway
and you could hear it, you were starting to become nervous as you rocked
yourself back and forth on your feet. Yoongi opened the door looking down at
you a mix of emotions washing over his face before a hard-tight smile was
pressed onto his features.
“What do you want little girl?” He asked snarling at you.
His tone made you push inside of his house past him as you glared up at him.
“We need to talk.” You said calmly.
“No, we don’t now get out.” Yoongi gripped at your wrist
trying to pull you outside but you jerked away from him shaking your head.
“I’m not going any fucking where until you talk to me.”
Yoongi was annoyed, cursing he slammed the door and gripped at your wrist
tighter pulling you to him before his hand wrapped around your neck instead and
he pressed you against the wall.
“The last thing you are going to do is bring your ass in
here and tell me what to do. You need to watch your mouth and that little
princess attitude. The world doesn’t owe you.” Yoongi remarked trying to be as
calm as he can.
“And who’s going to make me watch it? Teddy bear?! I do what
I want bitch.” You slapped Yoongi on his face trying to get him to let you go.
Yoongi could feel the hand print on his face, looking back at you he slapped
you back before he pulled on your hair dragging you down the hallway behind
“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him
Yoongi was quick to throw you on the bed wrestling with you
to pull down your shorts and panties leaving you with just your shirt on. He
slammed his room door shut and locked it. You tried to get up and dash for the
door but Yoongi only caught you and kept you in his arms as he moved around his
room getting things he thought he would need. Slamming you back down on the
bed, he turned on his video camera. “Look at what little slut came to play with
me.” Yoongi chuckled huskily his eyes growing dark as he looked down at your
body. Your plump thighs on display for him as your hands tried to pull down
your shirt. Yoongi could feel all his want creeping back into his body but he
shook it off telling himself it would pay off it he just waited. “Here I have a
few rules but the main is simple, I am the dom and you are my slave. If you
can’t handle what I say or you feel it’s too hard then you might want to leave
right now. You entering in this room means you gave yourself to me. Everything
that I want to do to you is ok. Do you understand?” Yoongi asked pulling out
his phone, he hit the audio record button repeating everything again holding
out the phone to you. You didn’t know what to do until he showed you that it
was recording and you understood.
“I-I understand.” You nodded your head and he smirked
shutting off his phone.
“Perfect, now I know you are used to getting your way and
having people baby you but you will not have that here. You are aiming to
please me today, I could care less if you cum or not.” Yoongi muttered as he
sat up his camera and took things out of his drawer to align along the top dresser.
He turned on the camera hitting record as he watched you lay on the bed looking
at him with an almost innocent expression that he wanted to wipe off your face.
“Touch yourself for me.” He commanded leaning against the
dresser and you sighed.
“I can’t do that.” You frowned leaning back on your hands.
“And why not? All sluts know how to play with themselves.”
He responded back looking at your figure.
“Well because I’m not turned on and I am not a slut.” You
got defensive feeling your face heat up as he called you that.
“I don’t remember asking for you to speak back to me slut.
Now I will say this again touch yourself of you can get the fuck out. If you
can’t get horny that’s not my problem, you walk around here with your head held
high and you can’t even get your own pussy wet? You’re pathetic and certainly
not a sub I’d want.” Yoongi looked off unimpressed with you parts of him
expecting you to leave from his harsh words, but what he got was better than
what he expected.
You opened your legs for him, still very offended by what he
said but if anything, it made you want to prove a point. Your hand went to cup
your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly you shut your eyes, thinking about
the man in front of you that made you wet. How deep his voice was, or how long
his fingers were. How it would feel to have him touching you like this,
complimenting you instead of talking down on you. Your pussy got wetter,
allowing you to feel like you were replacing your hand with his, stroking over
your lips you pressed a finger against your clit stifling a groan.
“No. Here you will moan.” Yoongi commanded, you were never a
moaner your voice bothered your own ears and you never thought anyone else
would like it so you didn’t. Sliding your middle finger inside of your pussy
you bit your lip again to quiet yourself shaking your head.
“I can’t.” You replied as you tried to ignore him and press
your finger deeper inside of you. You heard him moving things on his desk but
you didn’t think too look, slowly getting warmed up you moved your finger in
and out of your dampening heat pushing it as deep as you could.
“I’ll say it again. Moan.” Yoongi commanded with a dark
voice. You shook your head disobeying again and that was your mistake. Yoongi
was pressing the shock wand against you causing you to yelp and jerk from the
item looking to see what it was. “Did I tell you to stop?!” Yoongi asked
pressing the wand against your skin causing you to cry out as you shook your
head no. Your finger pressed back inside of your pussy, your hips rolling off
the bed as you gave him a tiny unsure moan, he raised the shock wand to press
it against your inside thigh and you moaned out his name in sheer fear of the
item sending jolts through your body, it was a hard press that caused a slight
pain. He moved back, watching you and you felt your heart rate calm down again.
Shutting your eyes slowly you added your second finger curving them inside of
your tight heat moaning for him, your legs starting to press down against the
bed as you thought of this as doing it for a gift or anything that would
“Look at me.” Yoongi commanded, your eyes slowly opened to
land on his, it made you flustered how he watched you, your own eyes unsure and
very flustered. You looked off and Yoongi picked up the wand from the dresser
causing you to gasp and look back at him.
“Tell me, what do you want little girl? You could have all
these men, and here you are my dirty slut on my bed finger fucking her pink
little pussy. What can I do for you?” Yoongi asked you. Opening your mouth, you
paused to think about the question before you looked at him thrusting your hips
“Do I really have to say it?” You asked softly your fingers
slowing down inside of your pussy.
“One. If you slow your fingers down I will punish you so
speed them up until I say stop. And two yes, to be a sub I need to know as your
dom what you want from me. I cannot give you what I think you want. You claim
you are so great, you should have no problem using that mouth.” Yoongi retorted
and you frowned.
“Fuck you.” You spat out. In a flash Yoongi was standing in
front of you at an angle where the camera caught everything.
“Fuck me?” He asked slamming his hands down on the insides
of your thighs. “Fuck me?” He asked again slamming his hand down harder on your
skin leaving imprints causing you to whine as he grabbed at your neck pushing
you into the bed, holding up the shock wand he started to press it against your
parted thighs and on top of your shirt causing you to whimper and squirm not
wanting to feel the shocking jolts. “If I were you I would watch my mouth
little girl. The only one who will get fucked here may be you if you play your
cards right. And I said to move those fingers faster!” Yoongi growled as he
pressed the wand down above your clit scaring you shitless. Your fingers picked
up speed pressing harder into your soaked entrance, watching as he pulled back
and smirked down at you letting your throat go so that he could slap at your
thighs. “What do you want?” He asked after he was successful in turning your
skin red, your body was throbbing every hit made you jolt, everything had you
feeling very sensitive to touch.
“I want you to fuck me.” You responded as your fingers
brushed against your clit, sweat starting to form against your forehead.
“That’s all? Anyone can do that.” Yoongi sighed going to
grab at something else on his dresser.
“Your dirty talk sucks.” He admitted coming back up to stand
in front of you.
“You may have a great pussy but you lack, and unless you can
convince me before I get bored of you that I should fuck you then there is no
need for you. I have my favorites.” He smirked seeing the look of slight defeat
on your face mixed with irritation. “Change my mind.” He breathed out huskily,
leaning down he kissed up your parted thighs causing you to whine out for him.
His teeth gripping at the hems of your shirt pulling it upwards as he listened
to the sounds of your fingers brushing inside of your heat. He leaned down
letting his tongue flick against your pussy lips, your head rolled back as your
stomach tightened up you cried out louder for him, wanting to feel more of the
playful flicks he was giving to you.
“Yoongi! I’m going to cum!” You announced but he had other
plans. Pulling back, he pulled at the shock wand shaking his head.
“No.” He stated simply leaning down to lick against your
“No?!” You questioned him, feeling in the back of your mind
you should’ve known better.
“I said no!” Yoongi growled out hovering the wand over your
pussy. “Bad girls don’t get cummies and you are far from a good little slut,
you will not cum until I say so or I swear you will get me off and I will give
a fuck about if you find pleasure today or not.” You groaned rolling your head
back trying to move your fingers and thrust at another spot but Yoongi shocked
you twice. “No cheating, fuck your spot.” Yoongi commanded. You shifted your
fingers again acting as if you found your spot and though you were moaning for
life Yoongi saw through your bullshit. “Untrustworthy slut.” He chuckled angrily
going to his desk to grab at a purple dildo. He pried your fingers away from
your heat throwing your hand away as he pressed the dildo against your
entrance. “Suck on your fingers like a good girl or you get the wand.” Him
saying the words alone had you shoving your fingers down your throat moaning
around them as he slid the toy inside of you, turning it on low he watched your
reactions as he thrust it in and out of you at different spots wanting to find
where you lost your mind. You were doing good of riding the toy always trying
to one up him. Yoongi gripped at your hips pushing you down against the bed, a
cry erupting from your lips as the toy found your spot. Your head rolled back
as the vibrations were turned to medium, Yoongi leaned down to lick up your
juices that were escaping from your pussy, biting back a groan he let his
tongue dance up and down your lips, soon he was pressing his tongue against
your throbbing clit that wanted attention. He watched you shift your hips, his
tongue making a slow languid lick up and down as he kept you pinned to the bed.
“I can’t Yoongi!” You cried out, the vibrations becoming too
much. This only excited him more, he switched the knob on the bottom making
sure it was on the highest settings not pulling the toy out as he watched you
writhe against the bed.
“Be a good girl. Don’t cum.” Yoongi warned moving to stand
over you. He let his hands start to slap at your thighs again, eliciting sweet
moans from your lips that he didn’t get the first time. You just didn’t know it
but you were starting to break for him piece by piece. He saw your hardened
breast under your shirt and he leaned down to flick his tongue against it,
feeling little balls on each side he knew you had a piercing, looking up at you
with surprise he kept his mouth shut for now, pulling on the piercing with his
teeth as you shook your head.
“Are you going to cum?” He teased as he saw your toes curl,
your thighs lifting as your face got red. Yoongi was un merciful as he let the
toy assault your spot, knowing the vibrations were killing you.
“It’s too much.” You whined, your stomach clenching as you
shut your eyes from the pleasure.
“Look at me. I said look at me!” He grabbed at the shock
wand pulling the dildo back as he started to shock you making you feel in a
state of having an orgasm and losing it at the same time, you were frustrated
that you had been denied, your juices leaked out on the bed. Yoongi smirked at
the puddle you had made.
“Shirt off.” He said and you did as instructed taking off your
shirt and throwing it onto the ground.
“Lick up your juices.” Yoongi pointed at his bed.
“I don’t know who’s been on this bed.” You twisted up your
face. Yoongi grabbed at your hair pulling you until he was pushing your face
down into the puddle of juices, his free hand reaching for a cane flogger that
he slapped against your back causing your skin to mark up as you tried to yell
out in pain, feeling suffocated as your face was pressed against the damp spot.
“As of now, the whore that’s been on the bed is you so you
shouldn’t have a problem licking up your own juices unless your pussy isn’t all
that great.” Yoongi growled his fingertips brushing against your scalp as he
pulled your head back, looking in your eyes he pressed his forehead against
yours. “I’ll say it again. Fucking lick it up.” It was something about the
darkness in his eyes that made you not want to question what would happen if
you didn’t do it. Leaning down against the bed, your tongue stuck out as you
started to lick at the wet spot, your cheeks burning as he let you go and went
for his camera pressing it in your face. You stopped and he glared grabbing at
the wand. You went back to licking the spot swirling your tongue around the
silk materialled sheets that he had on his bed.
“Do you taste good slut?” He asked and you nodded your head.
“That’s a good little slut.” Yoongi praised, it did something to your insides,
your pussy was already a state but hearing him say good anything had you liking
the sound of it, your toes curling as you wanted to hear more of it from him.
Yoongi sat the camera back down looking back at you he grabbed more toys. “On
your back.” He commanded and you did so, watching him. He leaned down letting
his tongue glide against your nipples one by one. Soft moans echoed from your
lips as you arched your back, your hands tangling into the sheets beside you.
“You’re starting to give into daddy.” Yoongi commented as he
bit down onto your piercings, his tongue delighted to feel the metal balls
pressed against your pert nipples. He gripped at the nipple clamps pressing
them down on each of your breast. You winced wanting to take them off, to make
it worse he started to pull on the chain causing you to groan wanting to be
free of the things.
“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi asked again moving to take
off his shirt, your eyes roamed his figure looking over his smooth flawless
skin, he had one hickey on his collarbone and that made you feel jealous,
looking up in his eyes you bit on your bottom lip clearing your throat.
“I want you to touch my pussy, to play with me. Use your
tongue.” You said avoiding his gaze.
“You’re getting a little better. Who am I?” He asked and you
lifted an eyebrow.
“Nope try again.” He said and you frowned.
“I’m not calling you daddy.” Oh but you will. He promised
darkly. “On all fours. Ass up face down.” You rolled over for him, getting into
position as he wanted, you heard him shift around behind you, not knowing what
he grabbed but soon you felt him pour some substance on you that you took as
oil or something of the sort. Yoongi rubbed it into your ass, grabbing a paddle
he aligned the cool mahogany colored wood against your ass striking you once. A
loud cry of pain erupted from your lips as you looked over your shoulders up at
him. Yoongi winked down at you hitting your ass again watching as the flesh
jiggled. He grabbed the purple vibrator sliding it back inside of your pussy,
he thrust it in and out of you while he spanked your ass.
“Who am I?” He asked again as he saw your hips move, the
dildo thrusting against your spot as quick as he could move his hand. Your back
arched and he slammed the paddle back down onto your body, you didn’t speak
thinking you could get away with it. Yoongi growled taking the toy from you and
denying you any pleasure. He swung the paddle down against your ass until it
was a blistering red color, the prints looking angry against your skin. He
trailed his fingers across the marks disappointed that you weren’t listening to
him. He dropped the paddle rolling you onto your back. Smiling sweetly, he
grabbed at a small plastic bag setting it on the bed, the other hand connecting
his black battery on the underside of a glue gun that he had. Yoongi walked
around the bed, reaching under to get restraints to cuff your arms wrist above
your head on the bed. He walked back around you undoing the tied-up plastic bag
“It’s been a while, since I’ve did this to someone, but you
will break. And if you cum, you will not ever get to touch me again.” He promised
looking you in your eyes. He pushed the dildo back inside of you, letting the
high vibrations ring through your body. Your hands jerked on the cuffs that
were around your wrist. He moved to press the hot glue gun against your chest.
“What are you-“ You couldn’t even ask because he slapped
your pussy causing you to gasp as he squeezed down on the trigger, the hot
liquid pressing on your skin and causing you to hiss. It was so hot that the
smoke was rising from it as he slid it down in a line.
“TAKE IT OFF!” You cried out, your body turning red as
Yoongi decorated a pattern on your stomach with it.
“Say the words and I will.” Yoongi responded as if it wasn’t
a big deal. You grit your teeth watching you and hating him, he smirked drawing
the glue down to your thighs. “Do you know why I chose glue instead of wax?” He
asked and when you shook your head he smirked pulling his whip from his drawer
setting the hot glue gun down over paper towel. “it’s easier to break off.” He
commented as he started to whip your skin. Loud curses of pain left your lips,
but strangely enough some part of you liked it, every strike that he cracked
against your skin. Yoongi gripped at the shock wand with his free hand pressing
it against your body, you became a mess, writhing with a dildo buried inside of
your crying out, almost literally as your eyes welled up. Yoongi kept going not
pausing or slowing down.
“What am I?” He urged again, letting the whip focus on your
abused nipples that were already suffering from the clamps.
“Daddy!” You shouted out, anger washed over you, you were
embarrassed to be giving into him, he chuckled sitting down the shock wand that
had your body writhing, he gripped at the dildo pressing it against your spot
fucking you with it quickly.
“Say it again.” He commanded, you looked at him but the
striking of the whip caused your mind to blank and you just reacted.
“Daddy! Fuck daddy! Please.” You whimpered out feeling your
hips jerk against the toy, you wanted to cum so badly.
“No.” Yoongi denied you again pulling the toy from you. You
were angry with that man you wanted to get up and walk away but you couldn’t
because you agreed to stay, you had wanted this all these years and now you
were getting it. Yoongi gripped at the hot glue gun again, pouring more on your
body but this time he was sticking little pieces of paper to it. Looking down
through teared eyes you watched as he decorated your body. He gripped at your
hair pulling your head up a bit so that you could see better.
“All these words on your body are what you are to me. A
dirty filthy slut. A cumslut, a sperm dumpster. A rag doll whose only good for
fucking.” Yoongi commented, your eyes watered up more at his words, his other
hand let the glue gun go as he stroked your clit, your anger slowly being replaced
by pleasure but the tears poured from your eyes.
“Say it.” Yoongi commented. He knew you hated this, the look
on your face, being turned on by those words said to you but your hips moved,
your body was craving his fingers to brush against you, you wanted him. He
slipped two fingers inside of you stretching you out and finger fucking you.
You bit on your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against yours, moaning as
he rolled his hips against one of your legs. He was intoxicating and he was
indeed breaking you. “Are you going to be good for daddy?” He asked softly
curling his fingers against your spot. Your mouth flew open as you let out a
jagged breath. “That’s right baby, I want this pussy. I want you to feel good.
But you have to give into daddy.” He said the words so sweetly almost as if it
were a promise. You shut your eyes before opening them again, rolling your hips
against his fingers. “What are you?” He asked licking across your bottom lip.
“I’m daddy’s little slut.” You whispered out to embarrassed
to say it louder.
“What?” He asked you, his fingers picking up speed.
“I-I’m daddy’s little slut.” You said again a bit louder as
his fingers continued to assault your spot.
“Yeah? You’re my dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Yoongi
growled biting on your bottom lip causing you to whimper as he finger fucked
“Yes I am!” You cried out as your stomach tightened but you
knew you had to hold it, you just knew it.
“All mine to fuck and destroy, everything on you is mine,
even this dirty little pussy.” Yoongi pulled his hand back to slap at your
pussy before he shoved in three fingers inside of you soon making it four.
“Say it. Say what you are.” Yoongi worked on your slicked
pussy, watching as you struggled to speak because of the pleasure. Instead of
slowing down he added another finger inside of you, all his fingers and his
thumb buried into your pussy. Grabbing at the shock wand he pressed it against
your skin causing you to cry out.
“I’m your dirty little fuck toy! Everything is yours! Yes,
daddy it’s all yours.” You cried out rolling your head back before you could
feel his fist closing up inside of you. “Daddy no! Daddy please no.” You looked
down at him as he started to fist you. Yoongi smirked proudly, you were the
second girl he ever tried this with, sliding his fisted hand in and out of you
he rubbed your clit with his hand after he sat down the wand.
“Sluts get fisted baby girl. Look at how you’re taking this
fist up your pussy. You’re that loose? A fucking whore I knew it. On your
knees, all the time. How many men have you let do this?” He teased causing your
face to heat up as you moaned your eyes shutting as he fucked you. You were
embarrassed you knew you were sight to see with all these words hot glued on
your body and a man’s fist up your pussy. Your hair was starting to stick to
your face, your body was having a hard time regulating breathing. Yoongi slowly
removed his fist and his hand from you when he knew you wanted to cum. It hurt
so bad, your pussy was throbbing with release, the juices were sliding from you
and you felt empty. Looking up at Yoongi you watched as he took off his pants
walking around the bed. “Open.” He commanded you.
He dropped his boxers as you looked up at him, seeing his
hard cock spring out to press in the air. The tip was red and angry, his veins
popping out against his skin and he looked sexually frustrated. Yoongi waited
for you to open your mouth, sliding you up a bit, he made sure your head was
hanging off the bed, his slipped his cock past your lips opening his legs wider
to be on either side of his face. He started to roll his hips forward burying
himself down your throat as much as he could. Rutting his hips forward he
watched as you stretched your mouth wide trying to fit him in without choking
too much. His balls were slapping you in the face causing you to become more
flustered as his fingers busied themselves back on your clit.
“Mmm you’re sucking me so well. You must really like my
balls in your face. Or you’re just a very cock hungry girl.” He teased as he
picked up the speed of his hips. Yoongi gripped at your hips lifting you up in
the air, your legs on either side of his face as you were hanging upside down.
Not able to do much but place your hands on his knees due to the restraints you
felt your heart pound hard in your chest at the thought of him dropping you.
Yoongi started to lick at your abused pussy, shoving his tongue into your
entrance he tasted all of you burying his face as much as he could. He gave you
moans letting it vibrate onto your body as you moved your head up and down on
his shaft, your tongue finding his most sensitive parts and attacking them,
Yoongi knew you were good at head which was why he saved this, it was hard
enough not giving into you. He wanted you but he had to treat you like he hated
you or he would have always given in. Yoongi let his tongue swirl around your
pussy, mapping out the insides of your slick heat. His tongue licked up all
your juices, before he pulled back to grab at your ass cheeks and spread them
wide, looking at the camera and hearing you whimper around his dick lodging it
down your throat causing you to choke as he teased your asshole. He smirked
proud to get the reactions out of you that he wanted.
He slowly pulled away and pressed you down into the bed
before he pulled out of your mouth. Yoongi gripped at the restraints taking
them off you moving back to slide the camera stand close to the bed. He pulled
at your hips moving you until you had one leg pushed up and the other down, on
your stomach but your upper half was twisted. He aligned himself with your
heat, but he didn’t push in. “Fuck yourself on it pro.” He responded slapping
at your ass cheek. You huffed, licking over your swollen lips you tried to move
your position. “No, just like this, I want to capture that wet pussy taking me
in on camera.” He admitted as he kept you in place. Slowly you slide down on
his cock, your head rolling back as you took only half of him in. You didn’t
need time adjusting thanks to him and other encounters. Bouncing yourself on
his dick as much as you could your hands fisted the sheets under you as you
rode him. Yoongi bit on his bottom lip knowing your game. You only took half of
him in so you wouldn’t moan or get caught by the camera enjoying it or doing
too much work. He gripped at the top of your thigh by your hip sliding himself
forward earning a moan of pleasure from your lips. It was the first time you
had bothered to take anyone in all the way and no one until now had caught your
game. Yoongi leaned over your body, grinding his hips forward as your hand
pressed on his lower stomach.
“Fuck Y/N. I see why you stay tight. Have you been cheating
all these years’ baby girl? That’s.. Cute” Yoongi admitted slowly snapping his
hips forward he pulled back to grab at the camera pressing it downwards to look
at how he connected with you, your ass meeting his hips as he slipped deeper
inside of you.
“Daddy don’t.” You whimpered slightly feeling full of his
cock buried inside of you, becoming connected to him in ways that you had never
done before. Yoongi had his own agenda staring to speed up he held the camera
in place as he watched you.
“Don’t what? Fuck this little pussy until you’re cumming?
Fuck you into the mattress? Or paint all of you white because you don’t know
how to handle teddy bear’s dick?” Yoongi smirked as he continued to snap his
hips against yours picking up speed. His impactful thrusts got harder, his lust
filled eyes studied your body, Yoongi leaned down to grab at the chain pulling
it causing your breast to feel sore and you whined out laying against the bed.
He made sure that every thrust had you gasping for air or calling out for him
in some way. He sat the camera back down keeping you in position, his free hand
pulled at your hair as he turned your head to his. Kissing your lips, he wasted
no time slipping his tongue into your mouth giving you a very wet and sloppy
kiss, your teeth clashing with one another as he fucked you harder. He gave a
pattern hitting your spot three times before he missed on purpose. He pulled
back to growl against your lips, looking in your eyes as his hand moved to grab
at your neck instead. He shifted his hips to land strictly against your spot,
causing you to try and gasp for air as he brought you down against him,
slamming you on his shaft. He bit on your jaw, his other hand pressing down
into the bed as he ruined you on his sheets. Your eyes were overflowing with
water, the mix between pain and pleasure, your stomach tightening up and air
cutting off was too much. You were overwhelmed but it felt great and you knew
soon you were going to cum.
“You want something?” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips
forward pulling out until he had just the tip in and slamming back inside of
you creating a faster rhythm, his hips were starting to feel sore and he had
the strongest urge to cum but he had to get you off first.
“Can I cum?” You whispered as his grip got a little tighter.
“Can you cum what pet?” He asked you as he watched your eyes
drop and your face form the most beautifully aroused expression he had ever
seen in a slave.
“Can I cum daddy?” You asked before you looked in his eyes.
“Please let me cum Yoongi.” The way you said his name, had him groaning out
yours as he nodded. “Cum kitten.” He wasn’t going to last long but seeing you
give into your orgasm and tighten up around his shaft, how your whole body
shook and bent to his will, your essence sliding out on his cock as he released
your neck was enough. Yoongi quickly picked you up, pressing your back against
his chest and spreading your legs out wide he fucked you in the air pounding
his hips up creating more lewd sounds of skin colliding with skin your juices
dripping down to his balls. He continued slamming into you until you were a
sobbing mess meeting your second orgasm. Yoongi released as soon as you did the
second time, slamming you down on the bed he pinned your wrist beside your head
driving into you harder, both of your legs spread as he let his shaft penetrate
you. You were trying to move, the overstimulation becoming too much as he fucked
your spot harder. It took a bit longer but he had you cumming for the third
time pinning you in place, his hips circling against your ass, his wet balls
slapping against your pussy, Yoongi pulled back feeling another wave hit him,
his cum shooting out in thick ropes onto your lower back and your ass some
escaping to slip down your crack. Yoongi took deep breaths combing his dark
blue and black hair from his face. Letting his heart calm down he lifted you up
a bit taking off the nipple clamps and going to turn off the camera. He started
to clean up his stuff as you lay there soaked in cum and hot glue with letters.
You rolled over on your back, slowly starting to unpeel the letters from your
body. You felt sore and your eyes searched for the male that had escaped into
the bathroom and turned on his shower. You got up, thinking that it was all
over wanting to just go back home to bask in this and frown that it was over
but at least you had more dates.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked you as he came from his
closet with a towel around his waist going towards his bathroom.
“I’m going home.” You said as if it was obvious. “I have a
date later.” You reached for your shirt but Yoongi snatched it smirking.
“No you don’t. You’re mine now. And that doesn’t mean I’m
your man but when I call you, then you come running because that’s what we
agreed on.” He smirked at the color drain from your face.
“It was a one-time thing!” You shouted.
“Ahh see that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I have a sex
tape of you now. And that means unlike your little plan of just fucking me to
say you got me, I enjoy degrading you very much and I plan to do it as many
places as possible.” He winked before you opened your mouth.
“I’ll sue! You can’t do this!” You yelled glaring at him
because you couldn’t fathom the fact that someone could one up you or trap you
“Well I’ll tell you what. If you do sue, I have a voice
audio as a verbal agreement between us. I will also let you go, but I get to
show your parents. And all the men you’ve ever screwed. I know for a fact the
things I’ve done to you no man hasn’t. O-Oh~ Yoongi.” Yoongi smirked faking one
of your moans causing your body to become heated with rage and a deep scarlet
set on your skin. You sat there rooted in place unbelieving this had happened
“See, you may be smart but I am smarter. Why do you think I
stayed away? Not because I didn’t want you, I just had to play your game. SO
now you belong to daddy who is going to shower, and when he comes back you
better be clean and waiting for me to tell you what you and I will do today.
But since you had to misbehave so quickly then I won’t bother to tell you where
the bathroom is. But it does take me on average ten minutes to shower.. If I was
my hair.” Yoongi shut the door and you thought about escaping or even
disobeying but one sound of the shocker pressing against the door had him
gloating and you limping to find the nearest bathroom.
I literally redid this story four times so I hope you all really like it.
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually
You looked up from the files you were re-organizing for Yoongi to see Namjoon standing in front of you with a smile. He had been the one to hire you, but you hadn’t seen him since, and you had to admit it was good to see him. You hadn’t realized it when he interviewed you, but he seemed a lot more sane and normal than any of the other people there.
“Yeah, so far so good.” You returned his smile, bending the truth slightly. It wasn’t like you had expected this to be a dream-job, but also hadn’t realized what a pain everyone else who worked there would be.
“Yoongi hasn’t been too horrible, then?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow, sitting down across from you.
You shrugged. “I’m sure running such an important, large company puts a lot of stress on him.” You said rather than answer his question.
“In other words, he’s crazy, but you can handle him.” Namjoon laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in. Min Yoongi was crazy. Not even a half-hour ago, he had started screaming that someone stole his checkbook, only for you to walk in and tell him it was in the top right drawer of his desk (you had seen him put it there the previous day).
“Maybe a bit. But I can certainly handle him.” You agreed.
“I have a good feeling about you.” Namjoon said suddenly. “I’ve hired people from all over the place, from amazing schools or with years of experience… But there’s something about you. I really think this is going to work.” You were relieved for a moment, thankful that someone believed in you. But then Jimin wandered over, flicking Namjoons shoulder.
“You’ve said that shit before.” He said with a sigh.
“Have not.” Namjoon replied indignantly.
“Have too.” Jimin snorted. “Remember Mike? You were positive he was perfect for the job. And Melissa? You said there was no way for it to go wrong. And then there was Kevin…”
“Okay, stop.” Namjoon said, obviously flustered. You tried not to be disappointed. The only person who believed in you apparently believed in every other employee who had failed.
“Face it, Namjoon. You’re a terrible judge of character.” Jimin said, patting Namjoon shoulder sympathetically before walking away. Namjoon turned back to you looking rather guilty.
“I really do have a good feeling about you. And I talked to Yoongi yesterday, he doesn’t seem to mind you.” He was trying to make up for what Jimin had said, but you really wanted the conversation to end.
“Thanks, I appreciate it–really, I do. But is there something that I can help you with? If not, I really do need to get this done and I have some phone calls to make…”
“Right, yeah, of course you do.” Namjoon stood abruptly, still looking embarrassed. “I actually need to speak with Yoongi for a minute, so if you’ll excuse me…” He nearly ran into Yoongi’s office door in his haste to get away, and you shook your head as you returned to your work. Somehow, you didn’t think Namjoon was actually going to be any help to you while you worked there.
“Let me guess, you missed the bus again?” Kim Taehyung said through the phone. Your day had dragged on for what felt like forever, your lunch break practically non-existent because Yoongi had decided that all of his filing cabinets needed to be reorganized (which they did, they were a total mess, but it was still tedious work that took a while). You had missed the bus again, but at least this time you weren’t soaking wet with a broken heel. “I’m not far, I’ll be there in a few.”
You might have been able to leave earlier if you had really pushed for it, but you were still hoping to somehow get on your bosses good side–though, you were starting to wonder if he even had one. After Namjoon was done talking to him, Yoongi had been in a significantly worse mood. He had complained about everything–his schedule, his coffee, the fact that he thought your shoes were ugly–before dumping piles upon piles of paper on your desk.
Missing the bus was also a good excuse to call the strange taxi-driver you had met the day before.
“So tell me, how exactly does one barely miss the bus two days in a row?” Taehyung asked when he pulled up, rolling the window down and greeting you with a smile.
“It’s a long story, but it’s just as well. I have some shopping I need to do anyway.” You said, not sure why you were telling the driver this. “Apparently my shoes are ugly, so I’m going to get some new ones at the mall…”
Taehyung twisted around in his seat so he could see your shoes for himself before he started driving. “They don’t look so bad to me.” He said thoughtfully. “And what do you mean, ‘apparently’ they’re ugly? Don’t you like them?” He pulled away from the curb as he spoke, glancing at you briefly in the rear-view.
You shrugged, looking down at your flats. You didn’t think they were ugly, but you weren’t sure you wanted to put up with another day of Jimin and Yoongi both criticizing them.
“I wouldn’t have bought them in the first place if I didn’t like them.” You sighed. “It’s other people who have a problem with them.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “And you care what they think?”
“I mean, no, but–”
“But you’re going to replace perfectly good shoes because someone whose opinion you don’t care about says they’re ugly?” You weren’t sure how you felt about Taehyung-the-taxi-driver hinting that you were conforming to other peoples standards, and shifted slightly in your seat. Taehyung didn’t wait for you to answer, simply continued with another question. “Are they against your companies dress code or something?” You assumed he was referring to your shoes.
Taehyung seemed to be personally insulted that someone had a problem with your shoes, which was very odd. “So what difference does it make to you what other people think about your shoes?”
You wanted to argue that you didn’t want to give Jimin a reason to bully you, or for Yoongi to have another reason to hate you, but it sounded childish in your own mind. What did you care if Jimin said rude things to you? And if Yoongi fired you over your shoes, then maybe working for him wasn’t worth it after all. “It doesn’t really matter…” You agreed slowly, and Taehyung pulled over.
“Good, so I’m not driving you to the mall, right?” He looked at you in the mirror again, grinning so hard that his smile looked more like a box than anything else.
“I… Guess not? But…”
Taehyung blinked, then laughed. “So are you free the rest of tonight?”
You couldn’t believe this. Was your taxi driver asking you out? That was ridiculous. “I don’t know…” You started. You really should catch up on sleep, this job was draining and you needed to be alert in the morning.
“Nothing weird, I promise. There’s just something I’d like you to see.”
The last part could be taken in a number of ways, but there was something about Taehyung that made you think he meant it in the most innocent way possible. “Okay.” You agreed, not entirely sure why. There was no reason for you to go anywhere with him, unless it was to drive you home.
“Fantastic. I promise you won’t regret it.” Taehyung pulled back into the street quickly, before making a U-turn and driving the other way. He didn’t tell you where you were going, and you didn’t ask.
“You don’t want me to decrease the length, right?”
She asks me while looking at me in the mirror.
I shake my head, “Cut as much as you’d like” I reply.
And so she cuts off about 5 inches of my dark locks and I don’t feel a thing.
I never felt attached to my hair as much as others did.
To me they were just a part of me.
When my mother sees my new hairdo, she gasps, turns away from me, looks back at me again as if trying to ward off a nightmare.
“Your hair were the only beautiful thing about you! Why would you do that? Why would you cut them so short? Are you insane? You look so ugly.”
And in that moment I knew why I let the hairdresser cut them so short. I needed to know whether a part of me was more beautiful than all of me. And yes a part of me has always been more beautiful than whole of me, maybe that’s why I have been trying to lose some(a lot) of me.
Seventeen Reaction to: You Being Upset That Their Clothes Are Too Small For You
Hi^^ can i request a svt reaction where you want to be cute by wearing their clothes but theyre too small for you and you get really upset by it? Thank you if you do!!♥
S.Coups: Starts nervously sweating. Seeing you upset just crushes his soul. While giving you a bear hug, he promises that he’ll buy better clothes in the future, big enough to where you can both share.
“I already want to share my life with you. Why not clothes too? Everyone will be jealous of how cute we look! Let’s go shopping!”
Jeonghan: Brings you close, lovingly stroking your head. “Why are you upset? That top was ugly anyway. I want my baby to wear only the nicest clothes! I’ll find you something nice, okay? And when I come back, I hope I see a smile on your pretty face ~”
Joshua: Koala hugs you right away. “Why do you look so sad, babe? Is it because my hoodie doesn’t fit? It’s fine, don’t be upset! I’m sure I have more clothes that will fit.” Goes through his closet and pulls out his baggiest hoodie and is so extra when it fits you.
“OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK SO GOOD!! WOW!!”
Jun: At the first sign of your sadness, he’s pulling the clothing item from your hands and saying “Oh, isn’t this the hoodie that shrunk in the wash? Let me find you a better one! What about the one I’m wearing now?” And damn well would give you the clothes off his back just to make you happy.
Hoshi: Tries his best to squeeze you into his sweater, until you hear a loud riiiiip. And this brings on your tears: “I - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced it on. I knew I was too big anyway.”
Frantically wanting to stop your tears, he insists, “No, it was my fault!! I pulled too hard and - uh - you really do look cute in it. Better than me, even with that hole down the side.”
Wonwoo: Doesn’t care that his jacket is too small on you, to the point where it won’t close and the sleeves squeeze your arms. “You look so cute!!” he coos. “The cutest thing I’ve ever seen!! You should wear my clothes more often!”
Woozi: ”What did you expect?” He’s blunt. Despite his age, he’s very small and “fairy-like.” The only ppl who could actually fit in his clothes would be children. So you getting upset is strange to him. But as he thinks it over, he starts to wonder if this makes you feel insecure.
“This is why they manufacture clothes in different sizes. If you want, we can go to the store and see if they have your size in this item?” This is his way of cheering you up while also being realistic about the situation.
DK: Finds it hilarious. “Look, the zip won’t even close!!” He doesn’t realize how harsh his words sound until your face drops even more. Then his laughter fades. “S - sorry, that didn’t come out how I meant.” He was laughing at how silly the jacket looked on you, not at you. Now he realizes his mistake, but it’s too late. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. You looked silly but in a cute way, that’s why I was laughing. I didn’t … I’m sorry.”
Mingyu: Notices your forlorn look right away. “What are you thinking? You’re not thinking something stupid are you?” Afraid that you might be feeling insecure, he immediately takes you out on a date. “It’s such a lovely day anyway! Leave those ugly sweatpants alone and come to the park with me! We could get something to eat too, maybe?”
The8: ”Why are you sad?” Not everyone’s the same size, so you being upset is ridiculous to him. It isn’t unless you see it as a sign of being fat, that he’ll take the moment seriously. It’s not just you not fitting in some fabric, but your insecurities rising to the surface.
“Aah, stop being so upset! I’ve got other, nicer clothes you can wear! Let’s look through my wardrobe now ~” he offers, squeezing your cheeks affectionately.
Seungkwan: Has also struggled with feeling “too big.” So he recognizes that look on your face, since it’s one he was once familiar with. He panics and rips the shirt from your hand.
“Oh, you want to wear this? But it’s old and ugly, I outgrew it years ago! I should throw it out … Let’s go buy new clothes together! A matching couples shirt, does that sound good?”
Vernon: As the big brother to a sister, he knows right away what you’re thinking when your eyes well up and you sadly tug his jacket off, mumbling “It doesn’t fit …”
He opens his arms, bringing you close. “Why do you look so sad? This doesn’t mean you’re too fat - if anything, I’m just lanky.” He tries everything to convince you you’re not “fat” and show how he loves you regardless of whether you fit in his clothes or not.
Dino: Starts to buy baggier clothes, swearing that he needs a bigger size because he’s growing and becoming a man. But he says this since he doesn’t want to embarrass you by admitting it’s for you. He hated seeing you so upset over not fitting into his clothes. Now that you could fit, and looked so cute in his hoodies, he hopes to have made you happy.
Some guys out there try so hard to act sexy – and there are men that don’t really need to try. We fall for those who have natural sex appeal. No specific looks, skills or personality required – just pure sexual presence.
While most younger girls prefer the pretty and cute trainees of Produce 101 Season 2, us women look for something more sensual – more exciting. We are going for those guys who make our blood boil, our mouth drool and our panties drop.
Oh, yes! Sex appeal can be so thrilling and dangerous for our dirty minds. But you know what is most fatal for our ovaries? – A guy that appears all sweet and cheery, and then suddenly transforms into the worst sex god you have ever seen.
#1 – KANG DANIEL // 강다니엘
Produce 101 Season 2 just started – and the MMO gossip squad was the talk of the town. You cannot watch the first episode without noticing this bunch of five adorable trainees.
Especially two of them left a lasting impression. While Yoon Jisung provided everyone with good laughs, Kang Daniel gained a lot of attention because of his charming smile, pink hair and bromancy behavior. BUT WE WERE ALL FOOLED!
This Produce 101 trainee is much more than just a sweet and fluffy bunny with the cutest smile ever. This guy is a fucking monster that is able to destroy female bodies only with his seductive expression.
Let’s be honest – until episode 3 no one knew that Daniel was a hot beast in disguise. Yes, he always appeared manly thanks to his broad shoulders and mature visuals. But with his super cute personality and his adorable smiling face, who could have guessed that this fucker is the worst seducer of them all?
Sorry, Sorry team 2 – also known as Justice League team – was full of insanely hot boys. Come on! I’ve already mentioned three of them on this list. This group appeared on stage, and ruined my uterus in an instant.
Although Seongwoo performed as center, it was Daniel who got most of my attention. How can he look so freaking good in a suit? I wasn’t prepared for this. What is this kind of magic?
I’m thinking about suing Mnet. My mind and body stopped working properly after Team Justic League’s performance. Thanks, Mnet!
But yes… this was the moment I have realized: Fuck. That’s my bias.
As if the last performance wasn’t brutal enough, Daniel formed along with five other extremely popular trainees the Get Ugly team and ruined my life AGAIN.
From being all sensual and classy in Super Junior’s Sorry, Sorry to acting all playful and hot in Jason Derulo’s Get Ugly. Why are you doing this to me, Mnet?
I’m usually not that kind of girl that goes crazy when a male idol lifts his shirt to show his abs. But holy shit – why does this work so well with Daniel’s performance? It doesn’t look forced or desperate like on most idols or trainees.
Yes, Daniel stood out a lot during the Get Ugly performance – mostly because of his b-boying – which suits him so so well – and his perfect facial expression.
All the mature and sensual vibes from Sorry, Sorry suddenly turned into sexy and playful charisma in Get Ugly. With such a variety of hotness – how can not fall for him?
But it wasn’t the Sorry, Sorry nor the Get Ugly performance that made me completely lose my shit.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m a 28-year-old woman that shouldn’t start screaming like a ridiculous fan girl in here teens, right? So what’s happening? There are only three male idols that are able to make me go full nuts – and all of them are much older than Daniel. (By the way, if you’re interested who those idols are, let me know.)
But then Open Up happened – and I was completely done with my life. To quote produced101: Daniel didn’t suit the concept – He WAS the concept of the song. And the funny thing is, Daniel had to join this team as a punishment for his (in my opinion) ridiculous SNS scandal.
Good job, Mnet! Is this karma? Then this sexy motherfucker hit first place after his team’s seductive show. Not only for the concept evaluation challenge – he even ranked first during last week’s elimination episode as well.
But guys, you know what bothers me? I want to hear him rap properly. He was always singing during all those episodes – which was honestly good. Besides his amazing dance skills, his voice sounds beautiful. But… I mean… come on! He’s actually a rapper – so let him rap! Well, I have a thing for rappers. If he suddenly turns into a badass rap god, I can die in piece, okay?
I just want to say that Kang Daniel is besides the other four extremely hot trainees I’ve mentioned, the sexiest of all Produce 101 candidates. He’s the one that makes girls break out in sweat. He’s the one that forces ladies’ blood to boil. And he’s the one that should win Produce 101 Season 2′s center position on Friday.
WARNING - self doubt , assholes degrading the reader .
Request - Thank you so much @melconnor2007 for the request . I hope you like it .
Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please
A/N- This wasn’t easy to write . For the first time , I started with a blank page thrice . Tbh , there was a time I felt like this but I no more do . I don’t give shit about people think about the way I look . I like myself and that is all that matters . I don’t like people who choose to like or not like me over superficial things like appearances . So I am open to anyone who wants to speak with me . I want you to make yourself feel better . And one day I hope you realise that you are beautiful . I LOVE YOU
BTS Reaction To Their Girlfriend Wearing No Makeup For The First Time
Hey guys! Sorry me and @taeguboi haven’t done these in a while. I work and she is at college… So here we go …
You would have just removed your make up in the bedroom and you go walk to the kitchen to put the wipe in the bin. You then hear the door open and you quickly cover your face as Namjoon walks in the kitchen.
Namjoon: “Hey y/n why you cover your face?”
You: “Because i just removed my make up and I don’t want you to see me look ugly.”
He walks over to you and says “y/n do you trust me?” You hang your head down low with your hands still on your face and nod your head, and with that, he carefully removes your hands from your face. He then carefully places his finger on your chin and lifts your head up and smiles brightly and says “y/n you look beautiful” and kisses you softly on your lips.
You and Jin are both in the bedroom and you say to Jin “Jin baby could you look away for me?” He looks at you and says “Why y/n? I don’t understand.” You say “I don’t want you to see me without make up on”
He says “How about you and I both remove our make up at same time?” You umm and ahh about then say “Ok then”
You both take a make up wipe, you both remove your make up together.
You both finish and Jin says “ y/n you look beautiful… but not as good as me.”
You’re sat watching TV. You have already removed your make up and you’re so zoned in to the TV that you haven’t noticed that Yoongi has come into the room. He stands there for a minute admiring you without your make up, then he would sit down next to you and say “That’s better y/n.”You look at him with a confused face totally forgetting that you have removed your make up.
“Y/n you look better without make up and I have said in the past that I would prefer you without make up.” You look at him and say “But I look ugly Yoongs.”
“Y/n stop please listen. You look beautiful without make up.” You blush and he just smiles and says “You’re welcome baby,” planting a kiss on your forehead.
The previous night, you had made sure to get into bed after Hobi so that he couldn’t really see you properly without your make up.
Waking up the next morning, you’re secretly pleased that he isn’t awake yet, so you take your chance and head straight to the shower.
Coming out of the shower, it is sort of to your dismay that he is now out of bed as you exit the bathroom, before you are able to put your make up on for the day. The sunlight creeps in over your face as he greets you with the biggest sunshine smile you’ve ever seen.
“Jagi! Oh my god! You look so radiant and beautiful!” he exclaims, like a true fan boy for you, and the level of excitement at your pure face is so extra like “I can’t even! You melt my heart so much jagi!” It just gets so corny and you feel embarrased that you cover your face with your hands.
Gently removing your hands from your face, he mellows down and stares genuinely into your eyes – “Seriously, y/n… you look so beautiful right now.”
You would be in the room and you’re putting make up when Jimin comes in the bedroom as he had already been out and come back. He says “Y/n please don’t put your make up on; you look pretty without, just looking at you now.” He comes over and kisses your cheek. You look in the mirror and you smile. He smiles and then kisses your shoulder and says “There you are baby”
You’re just doing normal chores around the house on a day off, and it takes a while for you to notice but as Taehyung is sat there on the sofa, seemingly just staring into thin air, but he is watching your every move, and more specifically, he’s focusing on your face.
Having never seen you without make up before, he’s trying to get used to how amazing he thinks you look without even trying. He’s basically living up to his nickname of ‘Blank Tae’, jaw loose and mouth open, with a docile expression.
“Tae, what are you gawping at?” you ask him, tilting your head sideways to meet his level as you’re still standing.
“I… uh…. just… I think you’re amazing.” he replies with a calm and mellow tone.
“Aw, Tae, that’s really sweet!” you tell him “But why the sudden… emotional moment like this?” you ask him.
He gets out of his seat to stand close to you, doing nothing but staring at you. He eventually breaks the silence with “I really like you without your make up jagiya… your beauty is ethereal to me.”
The day before, Jungkook had hidden your make up as he actually wanted to see your beautiful face.
You: “Kookie.. Where’s my make up box?”
Jungkook walks in the room and says “You’re not allowed it jagi.” “But Kookie, I need it!”
He looks at you and says “Jagi, I can see you don’t need it. You look beautiful without it.” You stand there for a minute then say “But Kookie…”
He says “No buts; you’re not having it back until you go a couple of days without make up,” he smirks and you can’t help smile and he comes to you and kisses you cheek.
Wondering If you could write a Jughead x Reader fic where the reader is super self-conscious
about her body and Jug notices and helps.
Word Count: 1.5k
image, self-confidence issues, self-harm, angst
A/N: This is another song fic, based around the song
Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger.
The alarm rings
for the third time this morning and I hit snooze once again, looking back to
myself in the mirror.
I’m standing in my bra and underwear, eyes moving over the parts of my body I don’t
My shoulders are too broad, my hips jut out in a strange way, my legs are too
long and my calves are thick. I look at my face, my nose is too big, lips too thin
and my eyes are small and hooded. Thick, pale scars line my thigs and hips, I run
my fingertips over the small bumps they create.
The picture of Betty, Veronica, and myself at
Sweetwater River catches my attention. I wish I was as gorgeous as Ronnie and
Betty, they’re so beautiful, perfect in every way; and I’m just plain and ugly.
For the angst prompts can you do #18 for Cassian and Nesta pls 😊
“I don’t love you, I never have.” - Nessian
She was dying. The doctors had told her she had weeks left. If she was lucky. She wasn’t thinking about what a wasted life it was. She was thinking about that bright light who came in like a whirlwind and made her crazy. And now…she was leaving him. No, she was being taken from him. She couldn’t let him grieve her, let her death destroy him.
She swallowed and took out her phone and pressed Cassian’s name. She held it up to her ear and that brash voice answered mid-laugh, “Hello?”
His voice became instantly alert. “Nesta? What’s wrong?”
Everything. Everything was wrong and she wanted to spend her last weeks with him, wanted the last thing she saw before she was taken away was his hazel eyes, crinkled with laughter. But she knew that it wouldn’t happen. If she stayed that hazel would be filled with sadness and she couldn’t do it.
She made her voice into temper steel, impenetrable and icy and proud. “We need to start seeing other people.”
“I don’t love you, Cassian. I never have, I never will.”
“Nesta, Sweetheart, don’t do this. I know you love me- I love you too. Don’t do this.”
“Find someone who will love you.”
“Where are you, we can talk-”
She hung up her phone and slid down to the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees. She had thought that the fatique and dizziness was from working too hard at her job. But it wasn’t it was from end stage brain cancer.
She leaned her head against the wall, the tears came down her cheeks and she wished Cassian was there to wipe them away.
It was better to have him angry with her and his heart whole, thinking that she never loved him, than to have him grieve her, knowing she loved him and for her to be ripped away.
“Cass, are you alright?”
He blinked up. “She ended it. Just like that.”
Azriel exchanged looks with Rhys. “Why?”
“She said she didn’t love me, that she never had.” Her voice was so icy, like when they first met. The words weren’t registering like they should. They felt false.
Rhys frowned. “That’s a lie, Cass. That girl loves you. She wouldn’t just break up with you without a reason. Do you want me to see if Feyre will talk to her?””
“No,” he stood up. “I got to go. Somethings wrong.”
A loud banging came from her door and she knew who it was without checking. She cleared her throat, “Go away Cassian.”
He kept knocking and she stood, straightening her skirt and wiping her eyes. She rose her chin and went to her door, her hand braced to the wall to help the dizziness. She cracked it open, the sliding lock still in use. “If you break my door you will be held responsible for buying me a new one.” His face was hard, his eyes betrayed his worry. It exactly was what she didn’t want to see. Not that, never that. “I told you to leave.”
“Nesta, tell me what’s wrong.” His arms were braced on the doorway. “You are crying. Please, just- Just tell me what’s wrong. What did I do?”
The way he was looking at her was too much. And her head was so light, spots dotted her vision. She shook her head. “Cassian-” She squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them. “I-”
Nesta collapsed to the ground and pure undiluted fear broke through him. “NESTA!”
He broke through the door and got to his knees to check her pulse. It was week and thready. he pulled out his phone. “Nine-one-one what’s your emergency?”
“I have a female, twenty-two year old Nesta Archeron. She-” Nesta’s body started to convulse, her eyes fluttered, “She-she’s having a seizure. I need an ambulance right now.” he gave the operator the address and hung up. He carefully turned her on her side. “Nesta, sweetheart, it’ll be okay.” It had to be okay. Maybe she was just epileptic and hadn’t told him. His gut told me this very much was not the case.
The receptionsist had a hard face, her fingers flew over the keyboard. “Name?”
“Nesta Archeron. She was brought in with by an ambulance. I was the caller.”
The receptionist looked up the name, “Sorry sir, family only.”
“No,” He slammed his hand down, “I need to-”
“Si, if you do not calm down, I will have you removed from the premices.” Bitch. Bitch.
He turned around. “Elain, you made it. She was admitted twenty minutes ago, I don’t- I don’t know what’s going on. Where’s Feyre?”
“She’s parking the car.” She smoothed down her skirts and came up to the desk. “This is Cassian, Nesta Archeron’s husband. If he could just see her for a moment, that would be much appreciated. Is my sister stable enough for visitors?” Bless Elain’s honey sweet lies.
The receptionst sighed, “Yes, I suppose you could see her.” She looked at her computer screen, “She is currently stable. Make it quick.”
Her eyes felt like a leaded weight as she opened them. The lights were so bright. Cassian was beside her, his hand dwarfed hers,his warmth radiated through her hand and up her arm. “Do you know where you are?”
Her throat was raw. “I assume from the ugly decor and the ID bracelet I’m in the hospital. What happened?”
“I had to break down your door, you were having a seizure. Nesta, why didn’t you tell me you were dying.” There they were, those hazel eyes were filled with such world ending sadness.
“Becuase I didn’t want you to grieve me.”
“And you thought by breaking up with me that I would hate you enough that i wouldn’t grieve you. Sweetheart, I have been in love with you for over a year. No matter what you said or did, I would grieve you no matter what.”
Her face was wet and Cassian leaned over kissing away the tears. “I don’t want to leave you.”