like how do i even respond

I thought to myself what kind of flower crown I would wear, but a little voice in the back corner of my brain kept telling me, ‘those are dead flowers you know’
(even though most flower crowns these days are fake)

Normally I would dismiss the annoying little voice, but I thought of an idea and decided to humour the voice, so here’s the result. My ‘flower crown’:

Mum asked me what I was drawing, and I responded, ‘how do I answer that’

She then called me a flowerpot man (like Bill and Ben). I was flattered.

anonymous asked:

I once found a bat in my kitchen. Like, not flying around or hanging upside down just chilling on the countertop. Had no fuckin idea what to do, so I opened some windows and went for a walk. When I came back, instead of a bat, $20 was on the counter.

i dont even know how to respond to this besides that this is one of the best paranormal experiences ive ever heard

i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.

this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him. 

he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t. 

once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.

it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.

he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”  

i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.

“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.

i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”

i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me. 

he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”

we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. 

he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening. 

he says, “i wrote you something.”

it’s a poem about him.

There are roses on Derek’s doorstep.

No note. No scent trail. After determining that there is nothing inherently magical or deadly about them, he spends the entire rest of the day researching symbolism and archaic demon customs, trying to figure out what kind of death threat he’s just been handed.

It doesn’t occur to him until nightfall, when the neighbors start discussing their romantic dinner plans at a decibel he has trouble tuning out, that he realizes the flowers might not have been delivered with malicious intent.

Because, apparently, today is Valentine’s Day. And apparently someone decided that Derek should receive flowers to celebrate the occasion.

Derek Hale has a secret admirer.

He honestly would have preferred the death threat.

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How to tell if you are emotionally abusive

I feel we talk about signs of abuse from the victims standpoint but not from the abusers standpoint. In order to stop emotional abuse and recognize when we engage in unhealthy behaviors I made this list.

  • Do you react to important people in your life by ignoring them completely and not acknowledging their presence? Especially if they do something you don’t like?
  • Do you feel that your partner/friends/family members are the cause of your bad moods or frustration?
  • Does your partner/etc “do things the wrong way”?
  • Do criticize your partner/etc for being unreliable or a bad person?
  • Do you feel you have to constantly overlook your partners flaws in order to be around them?
  • Are you frequently accused of being “moody” or “hard to please”?
  • Do your partners complain that “nothing they do is good enough?
  • Do your partners appear to avoid you when you are angry or upset rather then comfort you?
  • Do you negatively comment on their intelligence or appearence? Either in private or in front of others.
  • Do you blame them when someone goes wrong?
  • Do you ever use phrases like “I could just hit you right now” or “I”m so mad I could punch something”?
  • Do you ever punch walls/throw things in front of your partner/etc?
  • Do you leave during fights and not inform of where you are going and when you will be back?
  • Do you behave the same alone with your partner that you do if you were in front of your friends or in public?
  • Have you frequently accused your partner of being too sensitive?
  • How often is your partner praised and complimented by yourself?
  • Do you think your partner spends too much time with friends and family?
  • Do you feel your partners friends and family are trying to drive you apart?
  • Do you refuse to actively comfort your partner when they are upset or angry especially if you don’t really understand why they feel the way they do?
  • If your partner brings up a behavior that bothers them do you respond by discussing how to change it or do you respond defensively?
  • Do you have difficulty apologizing?

All of these things are abuse tactics. Obviously even the healthiest of us will do these sometimes but if any one becomes a regular habit that’s when the problem starts.

Edit: Due to several requests I would like to add many of these are also symptoms of bpd or Borderline Personality Disorder as well those struggling with mental illness. Proper communication and understanding with your partner or family member is very important. Having a mental illness is not an excuse to be abusive however being mentally ill puts someone at higher risk of being abused. I highly recommend therapy if at all possible although this is just as someone who has been to a ton of it. My askbox is always open. Please no instant messages without my permission. 

So, I saw Dear Evan Hansen, and I think I must inform all of you about somethings (part three):

• In Disappear, Connor’s ghost gets realll close to Evan and sounds desperate for Evan’s help.
• Alana, somewhere in there, sings her own tiny reprise of Waving Through A Window and it’s beautiful.
• In You Will Be Found, it shows Connor’s baby pictures and pictures of Connor before he grew out his hair. Turns out, it’s ALL of Mike Faist’s actual pictures. Some of them are recognizably from when he did Newsies!
• Zoe, before To Break In A Glove, warns Evan about the incoming Dad Talk that Larry is gonna give Evan. To which Larry responds, “women, right?” and no one in the theater looked happy with that comment.
• Evan’s voice cracks a LOT during the show and he looks down a lot too.
• Ben Platt does this really cute thing where he lifts his leg, squeezes his fingers together, and closes his eyes when he hits a high note.
• Only Us is in Evan’s room.
• Evan wears ONLY blue the whole show, but he wears tons of different shirts.
• Everyone changes clothes a LOT. Especially Jared. And Zoe is Very Fashionable.
• In Good For You, Jared and Alana stay close as if to protect each other, like Evan is some kind of monster.
• Before Words Fail, Connor’s ghost goes, “listen, you can get rid of me whenever you want, but do you think you’re suddenly going to go out there and tell everyone the truth? You can’t even tell yourself the truth. How did you break your arm, Evan?” Evan doesn’t respond. “How did you break your…” Evan cuts him off and goes, “I fell out of a tree! I slipped off!” To which Connor says, “Did you fall? Or did you let go.”
• After that, there’s a *deafening* silence, then a shattering lightbulb sound and Evan runs away.

Body Heat

Request: Can you write a Sirius Black x Reader but the reader is James’ sister and Sirius tries to flirt with the reader and James is all like are you flirting with my sister and Sirius fires back or something?
Warning(s): Bar scenes, drinking, swearing, intense hugging(?), major Sirius feels. Honestly, just look at the title.
Note: This is my first Marauders’ imagine, so feedback is appreciated.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work where the reader is James’ younger twin sister.


Most brothers preferred to keep their social life separate from their siblings’. James Potter was no exception. Which is why, when Lily and Marlene urged you to meet the Marauders at the bar with them, you fervently declined.

“A bar? Filled to the brim with drunkards? James would never let me out of his sight,” you argued, moving away as Marlene approached you with a tube of lipstick. “I’m not going.”

She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Y/N.” Marlene gestured at your attire: Black hot pants and a long sleeved crop top. “You’re already dressed for it.”

You glared down at your outfit, tugging at the hem of your shorts. “I didn’t know you guys chose clothes for me to wear to a bar.”

“What did you think? Your arse is hanging out for tea with the Minister of Magic?”

Lily gave Marlene a warning look as you flushed a bright red. “Don’t listen to her, Y/N. Your arse is not hanging out.” She paused, giving you a once over. “Well…You’ll blend in, at least.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “James is going to kill me.”

“So what?” Marlene interjected. “He’s your brother, not your dad. Who cares what he thinks?”

I do; he’s my brother.”

A slight snort came out from Lily. “Marlene is right. You’re your own woman. You shouldn’t let the opinion of that arrogant toerag dictate your decisions.”

You and Marlene exchange glances. It was quite obvious that, over the years, James’ crush was becoming less unrequited. And although it was disturbing at first, you quickly accepted the idea that one of your best friends fancied your brother.

“You mean that arrogant toerag you so happen to like?” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Lily raised hers back defiantly. “I don’t like James Potter.”

“Yeah, right,” Marlene scoffed. “That’s like saying Y/N doesn’t have the hots Sirius Black.”

You frowned, ignoring the slight amount of heat rising to your cheeks. “But I don’t.”

Now it was Lily and Marlene who gave each other incredulous looks. It was clear neither of them believed your poorly concealed lie. They knew, no matter how much you denied it, that you had developed a crush on Sirius the moment he gave you a bundle of white flowers for Christmas. Just the thought of his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a single flower behind your ear made your butterflies come alive.

“Let’s pretend, for now, that we believe you.” Marlene checked the time. “But in this moment, I hear the firewhisky calling my name. Are you coming?”

“Sirius will be there,” Lily sang.

You threw your head back defeat. “Fine.” You paused. “But not because I want to see Sirius.”

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everytime when i rewatch the moment where that homophobe insulted isak and even, the way how isak responded, it really gets me.

his first reaction was rage he wanted to beat that guy up, he didn’t even think, it was a blackout. it was like that time when he and boys came to emma’s party, he saw even and sonja, had a blackout and snapped at mahdi, just because it was the last thing that he wanted to hear, how his friends dragging him. so just like back then, isak was really hurt.

he looks here how a little child, who didn’t do something wrong but yet someone thought that it’s okay to say something like this. and it wasn’t about him, it was about his and even love. even and this love are the best things in isak’s life, this love makes him happy, makes him feel loved, makes him keep going. and someone just like that decided to insult them. decided to say that it’s gross. he called their love gross, their love that helped them once save each other, and continue to do it. and exactly because of this, because their love is stronger than any hate, and they are always there for each other, even was there for isak in that moment. he calmed him down, he made him understand, that people like these don’t mean anything, and that they have each other and this is the most important thing.

and the way how isak hugged him, still like a little child, who doesn’t know why he and even deserved any hate for their love. so he felt how much that love means to him even more. he hugged even so tight, like if he let him go, something bad can happen. he hugged even so tight, to calm himself down, forget about everything that just happened, to feel with every part of his being that even is right here with him and nothing else matters.

{PART 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook attempts to do the impossible; keep Yoongi under control for as long as he can in his own Manor. But, after an unsuspecting escalation - everything ends in tears…and blood.

“How sobering it is, to love something that evil can corrupt”

  • || Warning: This chapter contains violence and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 25} {Part 26} {Part 27}

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What to do when you feel a reading is wrong

Hi everyone! I’ve noticed a bit of negativity floating around the divination community. And I wanted to make a quick post addressing it!

What happens when you request a tarot/energy/rune/oracle reading (especially a free one) and you feel like the reader got it wrong. That’s ok! It happens! But what’s important is how you respond to this! Most readers like myself ask for feedback so we know what we’re doing right but especially what we are doing wrong! So here’s a little how to guide on how to let a reader know that their reading didn’t meet your expectations without being rude!

1. Say thank you- even if you feel the reading was completely bogus say thanks! The reader used their time and energy to deliver a reading to you. They don’t have to offer these services but they do and you, whether you realize it or not, benefitted from this reading. Even if it’s wrong at least you are now certain what is not going on!

2. Express that you thought the reading wasn’t interpreted correctly in a KIND manner. Saying something like “your reading for me was dead wrong” isn’t helpful and is rude to your reader. Instead begin your feedback in a different way perhaps like “thank you for the reading! I wanted to leave some feedback as not everything you stated resonated with me”.

3. Back up your statement- we ask for feedback/constructive criticism! If you say we’re wrong but don’t say why you feel that way how are we supposed to learn? Readers make mistakes, we’re human! But we can’t learn if you rudely tell us were wrong but won’t support your claim.

4. Acknowledge potential error on your end- Was your question super vague? Is this a question you didn’t want the answer to? It’s possible you’re blocking yourself from accepting the full meaning of the reading. Make sure you analyze that as well.

5. Don’t have an attitude- I know it’s disappointing when you receive a reading that doesn’t resonate. You ask yourself “what the heck is this reader doing, this can’t be right”. You might be angry or upset to hear something negative. Try to keep that to yourself. If you can’t, it’s best not to leave feedback! Diviner are people who work hard at what they do. It can be really discouraging to get overly harsh negative words about our work.

If you express yourself correctly the diviner may be willing to revisit your reading and re-interpret it in light of the new info you provided. Like I said we’re human. I know that if I get info that might change things I give a reinterpretation of the reading. However,the reader may stick to their original reading as they may be picking up on something you can’t quite sense. Sometimes readings take a while to make sense or as mentioned you’re blocked to the message. Meditate on it and decide for yourself if you’re gonna accept this reading or let it go. If you get a negative reading and you don’t like it you don’t need to accept that as your final outcome. The future is malleable and you are in charge of it. Readings are never 100% accurate or set in stone. You can always make the change you are hoping for!

That’s all! I hope this helps! Remember to be kind to your diviners!

My fp: ends sentence with a period, doesn’t respond to my text for .05 seconds,

Me: what did I do? did I do something wrong? why is his response time .02 seconds later than usual? does he not like me anymore? what am I supposed to do without him? how will I be able to assuredly live alone, forever, because I will never find anyone else? god i’m such a worthless ugly person anyways no wonder he left me. you know what? fine! fine. I didn’t even like him that much. I don’t need him. he’s yesterdays news and like? that thing he said on August 13th 2015 kind of pissed me off anyways. i’ll find someone else! i’m reinstalling tinder right now. i bet lots of boys will love me. after all have you seen me? i’m beautiful sweaty :) get blocked :)

my fp: hey sorry my mom called!! i just had to let her in the house haha :)

me: so I was thinking a June wedding?

  • <p> <b>what she says:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>what she means:</b> Honestly, the exploration of the shifting western gender dichotomy in the 1980s and how it’s displayed through the lens of same-sex relationships is one of the most profoundly striking (yet subtle) themes in both acts of the musical Falsettos (March of the Falsettos as well as Falsettoland) and I am severely disappointed that fans don’t discuss it enough. For instance, we initially have a character like Marvin who sees men and women, as well as their respective “roles” in relation to him through a very linear, black and white lens. This worldview of his isn’t challenged in the least until he falls in love with another man, Whizzer Brown, who he can’t manage to force into a box of preconceived stereotypes. Whizzer is a proud, openly gay and promiscuous man living in suburban New York, and while many of his observable traits could make him look like a caricature of his identity (sexual selectiveness, materialist attitudes, overt pride in his physical appearance and that of others), he also possesses many attributes that contradict that stereotype and make him seem like more of a Manly Man than Marvin would want him to be (his love for baseball, the Manliest Man sport™ and general passion for athleticism, and his loyalty, kindness, and family man sensibilities). Whizzer doesn’t feel constrained to a box where his sexuality needs to match up with stereotypes about how he behaves or expresses himself; he just is who he is. Marvin, being the linear thinker (and we can assume older of the two) is unnerved by the fact that Whizzer can’t fit into his two boxes of what’s acceptable (gay or straight, masc or femme, pink or blue), and thus resorts to forcing him into the homemaker, a role he’s learned to play opposite of and DOMINATE. Whizzer understandably hates this, culminating in their breakup at the end of act 1.<p/><b></b> Marvin doesn’t see “both sides” of Whizzer until the baseball game in act 2, observing how Whizzer comes to support his child and shows expertise with how to play the game (How Masculine1!1!), prompting him to want to make things work again. He is able to fully accept the qualities of his own sexual longing and intimacy in What More Can I Say, qualities that he once DETESTED in Whizzer (“Whizzer screws too much to see, what a joy is chastity”) and begins to see a nuanced, full fleshed version of himself in what Whizzer was from the beginning. He continues to unconditionally love Whizzer even when he’s sick with AIDs (having figuratively and literally lost all of his physical strength and stamina to the disease, qualities that he was once able to capitalize on) and Marvin is shocked at how much he loves this man who can’t even stand up, let alone fully hold him or be intimate with him. He loves Whizzer beyond the boxes he used to desire to put him in, he’s no longer an object for sex nor the pinnacle of athleticism, and THAT is what Marvin learns to love (“Do you know, all I want is YOU, anything you do is alright”). Finally, this culminates in What Would I Do, when Marvin is asking a departed Whizzer “what would I do if I had not loved you?” // “You’re the only one my child would allow” // “who would I BE if I had not loved you” // “how would I know what love is?” All are indicative of how Whizzer’s companionship opened his mind and his heart, showing him that true love doesn’t come in a box or a stereotype or label, it can come in any way with any kind of person.
  • AND THEN we have the lesbians, who are mainly responsible for giving insights on how the world of 1980s is shifting in terms of “what’s normal and what isn’t” (the opening number Falsettoland basically explains this in a way that borderline mirrors modern identity politics, but THAT’S ANOTHER RAMBLE FOR ANOTHER DAY). Even in a relationship as “new” and progressive as Charlotte and Cordelia’s, societal influences of male and female roles permeate their relationship and even the way they interact with one another. Speaking from an old-fashioned lens, you could say that Charlotte “wears the pants” in the relationship (to reference a pretty outdated and inaccurate term), as she’s the real breadwinner of the couple, making money like a boss ass bitch and doing “respectable” life saving work, whereas Cordelia services her as a homemaker and is struggling with her own catering business. While Cordelia is presented as a very optimistic and happy person who loves her career and admires her partner, you can tell she’s somewhat upset with this accepted power struggle, even from the “funny” line “You save lives and I save chicken fat, I can’t fucking deal with that?!?” She literally can’t deal with the fact that even in a world where she should be considered an equal to her partner in every way, she still can’t be because of the world they live in and the norms she feels like she needs to conform to. When Charlotte is gloating “do you know how great my life is?!?” Cordelia responds almost bitterly “yes I KNOW how great your life is” implying that she’s heard it a million times before,and no matter what she’ll never have what her partner has. She struggles with getting Charlotte to open up at certain points, which makes connecting hard for her “Something bad is happening // Which she’d never say // it must be SOMETHING IN HER WAY”. Overall the commentary on how gender norms changed the face of LGBT life in this show is so interesting and WHY DO WE SLEEP ON THIS?!? I CANNOT GET ENOUGH. I MYSELF HAVE NOT SLEPT IN FOUR DAYS.<p/></p>
Space orcs

Explaining everyday things to aliens would really be a trip. I just spent the last 40 minutes talking to my cat like she was actually responding and pretending I was doing something important. How do you even explain that? Like I’m an alpha predator that spends its time cooing at a smaller predator that I have adopted into my home and treat as a species equivalent to a child. How the fuck do you explain something like that??

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Post-split Panic! At The Disco + memories

Liability

A plus size imagine where Y/N has always been too much for everyone. Everyone except Harry.

“Have a good night everyone,” she yelled behind her to her joyous group of friends. One of her arms waving drunkenly to them and the other latched onto her boyfriend. “Stop shouting Y/N,” the sober boy next to her sounded bitter. Her face fell, but she was good at hiding. He always told her to be quiet or sit still, but she went along with it because at the end of the day they’d go to his apartment and fuck and she couldn’t let that go.

She felt good tonight. Actually, she felt better than good, she felt marvelous. A silk flowy slip adorned her heavy body making her look sexy, something she didn’t get to feel often. She drank just enough to feel loose and happy. She was drunk, but still able to comprehend what was going on around her. The best part of the night was that her friends were laughing along with her and dancing like no one else was in the club. She loved the feeling of being loved.

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Degrade(Yoongi Smut)

Trigger Warning:

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 deal.

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 show through.

“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 lifetime.


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 house.

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 chest.

“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 him.

“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him reluctantly.

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 benefit you.

“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 up.

“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 pussy.

“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.

“Yoongi.”

“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 watching you.

“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 you harder.

“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 especially him!

“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 to you.

“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.

Dear Supernatural Fans, particularly Cas fans,

I have a request for you. Can you please reply to this post with your thoughts on exactly what Castiel stands for in Supernatural. What his core story has all been about? (I’m not looking for shipping answers on this one - I know, I know, its easy to respond with DEAN and yes, I agree that Dean is a HUGE part of his development, but I am looking for a more general answer).

What is Castiel’s fundamental purpose and what does he stand for on this show? What do you believe he symbolises as a character? 

For example, a character like Frodo Baggins symbolises how ‘even the smallest person can change the fate of the world’.

Buffy Summers would be ‘the stereotypical blonde damsel in distress can be the kick ass hero and save the world’ (she was all about subverting gender stereotyping when she was originally created).

I know that the overall message of this show is about family and how it ‘doesn’t end with blood’, but I am looking particularly about what you associate Castiel with from a symbolic perspective and what his core values are throughout his time on the show.

Your answers will be extremely helpful to me and prove important research in something I am attempting to write.

Many thanks and much love.

Saz x

“I was taking a law school admissions test in a big classroom at Harvard. My friend and I were some of the only women in the room. I was feeling nervous. I was a senior in college. I wasn’t sure how well I’d do. And while we’re waiting for the exam to start, a group of men began to yell things like: ‘You don’t need to be here.’ And ‘There’s plenty else you can do.’ It turned into a real ‘pile on.’ One of them even said: ‘If you take my spot, I’ll get drafted, and I’ll go to Vietnam, and I’ll die.’ And they weren’t kidding around. It was intense. It got very personal. But I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t afford to get distracted because I didn’t want to mess up the test. So I just kept looking down, hoping that the proctor would walk in the room. I know that I can be perceived as aloof or cold or unemotional. But I had to learn as a young woman to control my emotions. And that’s a hard path to walk. Because you need to protect yourself, you need to keep steady, but at the same time you don’t want to seem ‘walled off.’ And sometimes I think I come across more in the ‘walled off’ arena. And if I create that perception, then I take responsibility. I don’t view myself as cold or unemotional. And neither do my friends. And neither does my family. But if that sometimes is the perception I create, then I can’t blame people for thinking that.”

Bring It Back - Part Two (Smut)

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking this story so well, it really warms my heart and I’m so grateful. I really hope this lives up to your expectations, like I’m actually dead nervous you won’t like it. I would love feedback on it, it would make my day.
Also just need to say a massive thank you to my precious twinny @illuminateshawn​, who’s always there to read tiny pieces and give me feedback. You are so precious to me, thank you!

Word count: 6,502

March 4 th 2017
Pickering, Canada

You bit your lip as you waited for a response from Shawn. A minute passed by, then two, then three, four, five….

Half an hour later and then you just stopped counting after that.

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The Stag and The Bastard

IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast. 

[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.] 

warnings: none

words: 2.0k +


‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’

She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.  

“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.

“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.

“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.

“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”

“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”

(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”

“Who is it?”

“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.


“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.

“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”

“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”

“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.


The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.

“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”

(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”

“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.

(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.

“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food. 

(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.

“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.

“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”

It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.

“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.


“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.

“Your Highness,” he bowed.

“(Y/N).”

“I beg your pardon?”

She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”

“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”

She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”

Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”

She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”

(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”

Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”

“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.

“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”

“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.

(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.


There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’ 

“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”

She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”

Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”

(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.

“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.

Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”

(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.

“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.

“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.

“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.


…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’ 

As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.

Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.

He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly. 


“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”

“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”

He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.

Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”

This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.

 As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be. 

‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’