#like as a girl i felt terrible and like something was wrong w me and i wanted so badly to be pretty and perfect and. well. white.

[spacelesscowboy]

and that's the thing isn't it. i tried for about 16 years to care about the right stuff. to internalize that beauty meant pain and if i wasn't willing to live with that then it meant something was wrong with me.

but i got out of it i think. i got out. i was unwilling to compromise my comfort. or maybe i just got sick of all the rules that kept getting added on. you have to act like this and you have to dress like that and you have to shave and you can never let yourself be anything other than perfect and. etc etc.

and it's a little. sad to see that the majority of people haven't realized that you don't actually have to wear a full face of makeup (or, really, any makeup at all) when you leave the house or have company over. you don't have to obsess over aging and wrinkles and buy and buy and buy. it's okay. we're animals. we live and we age and then we die. you don't have to compromise your comfort. it's okay.

[joedirtymadre]

A Small Prank

LUFFY X READER! FLUFF!

“(Y/N), don’t you ever feel jealous seeing Luffy around other girls?” Nami asked as you both explored the new island’s small clothing stores. “Uhh, not really? Or I guess I haven’t really thought about it,” you replied. “Really? I feel like at every new island he always makes a new chick a friend. Doesn’t that bother you at all?” Nami asked. “I don’t know, like I said I never really thought about it like that before. I know how friendly Luffy is, plus I trust him with all my heart,” you smiled. “Well, what if the situation was flipped?” She asked you. “Huh?” you asked. “Do you think Luffy would get jealous if he saw you with a new guy?” She smiled mischievously. 

“I don’t like that look in your eyes, Nami…” you trailed off. “What? It’s just a question,” she laughed. “Well then…” you trailed off, stopping in your tracks to really think about it. Would he be jealous? What does a jealous Luffy even look like? “Makes you curious, doesn’t it?” Nami asks, disrupting your thoughts. “W-What does?” You stuttered.

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright… I mean… I can’t imagine Luffy getting jealous over me being friends with a new guy, but that’s also because I’ve never seen him jealous,” you explained. “Oooh, fun idea!” Nami began. “What if we… make him jealous? Just to see!” She said excitedly. “I don’t know Nami, that sounds like a terrible idea,” you frowned. “What?? It’ll be a small prank, plus what if you’re right. What if he doesn’t even get jealous over it,” Nami smiled. “Still sounds like a terrible idea Nami,” you said as you both continued your journey throughout the island. 

You groaned as this is the 50th time Nami has tried to convince you to follow along with her ‘prank’. “Nami I already said no, besides I would hate it if Luffy tried this kind of prank on me. Why would I do it to him?” You asked. “You’re thinking too seriously (Y/N)! Ok, ok… what if we do the smallest prank you can even think of,” Nami said. “What kind of prank?” You sighed, deciding to at least hear your friend out. “What if… oh! What if you…” Nami pulled you in close and whispered the rest of the plan into your ear. 

“Ummm… I guess that’s alright,” you said. It doesn’t sound too bad, plus it’s nothing crazy like what Nami had suggested earlier. “Alright then let’s go back to the ship!” Nami grinned and dragged you back to the Sunny.

Later

Once you both arrived back to the ship you began setting your plan in motion. You walked out of the kitchen holding 2 plates, each with a fresh slice of strawberry cake. In an instant your lovable boyfriend popped out of nowhere, “Wow! You made cake (Y/N)? They look amazing,” he drooled. “Mhmm!” You nodded, not wanting to break character. “Who’s the other slice for?” He asked excitedly. “It’s for my favorite person in the whole wide world,” you smiled. “Really?” His \

eyes beamed. “Yep,” you replied. “Yeah, we planned to go eat it at our favorite spot,” you said slowly. “Wait, planned?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Mhmm, Nami and I planned to go eat this on top of Sunny’s head. To watch the sunset together,” you explained and began walking towards Nami. 

You finally reached Nami and handed her a plate. “Huh, so I guess he really doesn’t get jealous,” Nami said. “I guess not, but I won’t lie… I was sort of excited to see-“ you stopped yourself. You felt something wrap around your waist, causing you to look down. “His arm?” You asked yourself. “Hey!” You heard Nami call out, you looked up and noticed another hand snatch the plate out of her hands. Before you could say another word you felt yourself being pulled backwards. “Guess we were wrong,” Nami began to laugh.

You looked back to see a red faced Luffy, dragging you back towards him. You were then face to face, “I’m supposed to be your favorite person,” He huffed. “Is that why you dragged me back here?” You smiled. “Yeah! Cause this cake is supposed to be for me and you know Sunny’s head is our spot! So let’s go!” He replied. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, forgive me?” You asked. “Hmmm…” he trailed off. “I’ll give you my slice of cake,” you offered. “Deal! Now let’s go!” Luffy grinned as he dragged you towards your favorite spot.

[httpdwaekki]

movie night | s.c. ft b.c.

summary: after a rough day all you wanted was a movie night with your favorite boys, but when they forget it feels like you’re world is crumbling.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fem!reader, gendered terms of endearment (sweet girl, baby girl, etc.), crying, meltdown.

a/n: i kinda got lost in the sauce w this one but week three wooo!!! don’t forget to check out @straykeedz versions!!! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

(i tense switch alot during this, i wrote it half asleep most of the time, i’ll edit it eventually lmao)

my library | bee’s vers | bee | binnie month | fundraiser

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you were having a terrible day, nothing was going right and the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down was the movie night you had planned with your boyfriends.

8 o’clock came and you were all set up in your living room with snacks, blankets and of course wolf chan and dwaekki. you were sat on the couch, barely containing your excitement for the night ahead.

but then 8:15 came and you were still sat there alone, and then 8:20 you decided to send them a gentle reminder.

from sweet girl <3:

hi my loves, i’m all set up for movie night whenever you guys are ready 🖤

but 8:30 rolled around and then 9:00 and by that point you had sent several texts

from sweet girl <3:

i’m assuming you guys are still at the studio, just let me know when you’re on your way! love you guys 🖤

it’s getting kinda late, i hope everything’s okay, love you both very much 🖤🖤

i hope everything’s okay, but it’s getting late so i’m heading to bed, we can do movie night another night, goodnight my loves

now it’s 10:00, you had a terrible day and now the one thing you were looking forward to fell through, you were defeated. at your last texts you moped into your room needing nothing more than your warm bed and comfort movie.

luckily you had already put the snacks away after an hour of waiting realizing they probably forgot. once cozy in bed, you put monsters inc on your tv and pulled the two stuffies to your chest.

it was at this point the realization of what happened hit and you couldn’t stop the breakdown that followed. tears streaming down your face, breathing terribly uneven, and incoherent words falling from your mouth.

“they- they forgot about me.” you whimpered, hugging the plushies impossibly closer to you. the hoodie from changbin that usually helps calm you down, was now just a painful reminder of the two missing people.

you ripped the article of clothing off in an attempt to calm yourself, throwing it across the room. you settled back into the soft mattress, placing the gray and pink plushes to the side, opting for your soft blanket to calm yourself.

luckily after a few minutes your comfort movie had worked it’s magic and you felt yourself relax enough to finally fall into dreamland, tears drying against your skin as you slept.

unbeknownst to you, your boys were scrambling 15 minutes away in the studio. the producers had a habit of locking up their phones during their working hours to limit distractions but unfortunately that caused them to also forget about the plans they made with their favorite girl.

“oh fuck, hyung we gotta go, like now.” changbin shot up out of his chair once he realized the time. they were supposed to be at your apartment 2 hours ago to start movie night. “huh? what, what happened, what’s wrong?” trying to figure out what could’ve pulled such a reaction from the younger boy.

“look at the time,” he points to the time to emphasize his statement. “oh fuck,” the older of the two’s eyes goes as wide a saucers, whipping his head to the former. “we were supposed to be there 2 hours ago.” bin nods his head before moving to shut everything down.

“okay, okay, relax bin, let me save everything, you pack everything up then we can leave, okay?” changbin nods, realizing he’s right, this will all be completely in vain if they lost everything they were working on.

in the midst of gathering their items, changbin finally looks at his phone where he finds all the messages you sent, the last one being sent 15 minutes ago. he quickly texts out a response, hoping you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

from binbin <3:

princess we’re so so sorry, we got caught up in work, we’re packing and heading to you now. we love you so so much baby. 🩷🩷

he puts his nail in his mouth, gnawing on it anxiously as his leg shakes. after saving all the files and shutting everything down, chan turns back to find a very anxious changbin staring at his phone.

he makes his way next to him, placing his hand on the shaking leg. “hey, what’s going on?” he asks gently. changbin looks up, unshed tears line his soft eyes. “she texted us 11 times.” his breathes, shaking his head, showing him the phone screen.

“and we ignored every single one of them. what if she was hurt? what if something happened? we would’ve never known” he rambles, sending himself further into a spiral.

“hey, hey,” he gently grabs the younger’s cheek, “she’s safe, she’s home in bed asleep,” his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soothing the anxious man. “we’re going to her now, everything will be okay, okay?” bin nods his head, closing his eyes, letting a stray tear or two run down his cheek.

chan wipes the tears before placing a soft, loving kiss to his temple. “okay, let’s go see our girl.” chan smiles, grabbing his hand pulling him up with him.

once they made it to your apartment (not without breaking a few traffic laws), they let themselves in with the spare key you made them. quickly discarding their shoes, practically running to your room but not without missing the wrapped up snacks in your kitchen or the discarded blanket pile on your couch.

changbin pauses, guilt clutching his heart as he sees your discarded preparations. “come on.” chan quietly ushers, pointing to your room with a quick movement of his head. bin is quick to follow, needing to see you as soon as possible.

chan opens your door, finding a sleeping lump in the middle of your bed and none other than monsters inc playing softly on the screen. that alone told them everything they needed to know but then the thrown hoodie on the floor and two plushies laying next to you instead of clutched to your chest?

they knew they messed up, big time. bin went to rush to you, to wake you up and apologize profusely but chan stops him. “hold on, you might scare her.” bin nods understanding that even though he means well, you were in a very fragile mental state.

the older man carefully sits on the side of your bed, placing a hand to your shoulder. it was only then did he catch a glimpse of the tears stains dried to your chubby cheeks. his breath hitches, causing changbin to look after, catching sight of the same thing, his eyes filling with tears once more.

chan holds out his hand to give him a quick squeeze and a kiss before turning back to the problem at hand. he lays his chin on your shoulder, softly rubbing your arm to coax you awake.

“sweet girl,” he whispers, placing kisses to your shoulder, trying to wake you up as softly as possible. “wake up baby girl.” you slowly come back to consciousness, realizing that there was someone touching you.

you would have been scared if you didn’t recognize the familiar aussie voice. chan sits back as he feels you stir, bin coming to sit beside him, placing a hand to your thigh.. you turn to find your boys looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you feel the familiar sting behind your eyes but you quickly rub your eyes, masking your tears. “hi” your voice quiet, sleep lacing your voice. “hi sweetheart.” the aussie coos, “hi bunny.” bin whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs soothing him you.

“we’re sorry baby, we completely lost track of time, and we put our phones away so we didn’t see you texted, we’re just- really sorry bubba.” you nod, willing your tears away before you spoke.

“it’s okay, i understand.” you say lowly, fidgeting with the soft material to keep your composure. but try as you might the two boys knew you all too well.

“no it’s not,” bin finally speaks, causing you to catch a glimpse of him. two streaks shine on his soft cheeks against the glow of the tv, caught your eye. you sit up, moving chan, attempting to reach changbin.

“it’s not okay, we knew we had plans with you today, and not only did we miss it, we ignored you-” you cut him off with a kiss, your hand coming to wipe the wet streaks away. you pull away, your own tears making their way down your chubby cheeks.

“i am upset, but i’m not mad. i just had a bad day and this was the one thing i was looking forward to and it was just the final straw.” pause, sniffling as chan grabs the hand still in your lap.

“i was inconsolable and your hoodie and the stuffies just felt like a reminder of my bad day.” you look down, your hand falling from the soft man’s cheek to your lap, where he grabs your hand. you hear a sniffle, cause your head to shoot up where you find them both with wet streaks on their cheeks.

your lip wobbles as you see your boys upset, you shake your head frantically. before you can even open your mouth, chan shakes his head before moving behind you, pulling you to his chest. binnie moves to sit in chan’s previous position, placing a soothing hand on your thigh.

“do not apologize, you did nothing wrong, us being upset or missing movie night is not your fault, nor is it your problem to fix.” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your soft tummy. your lip wobbles again, dropping your head into your hands as you sob.

bin moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you to him as best he could with you against chan. they knew you were upset and the best thing for you was to let you cry it out as heart wrenching as your sobs are.

they just hold you as you calm down, binnie rubbing your back, placing kisses to your temple. chan rubbing your tummy, placing kisses to your shoulder.

you pull away once you feel calm enough, wiping your tears as you sniffle. “thank you, both of you, i love you both more than you know.” you give bin a kiss first before turning around as best you could, doing the same to chan.

“come on, let’s get you to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning, sweet girl, okay?” he pats your tummy, waiting for you to nod your head before moving the blankets to give you space in the middle of the bed. you carefully move over, shivering as you land on the cold side of the mattress.

both boys get up, chan rounding the bed to get to the other side while binnie goes to grab his discarded hoodie. he makes it back to your side as chan sits on the edge of the bed.

“sit it up for me quick bunny. “ he says, kneeling on the bed, scrunching the fabric. you sit up, lifting your arms so he can slip the familiar fabric over your head. once you slide your hands through the sleeves, the hood covering a part of your face.

you give him a cheesy smile before shooting out to wrap your arms around him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing a big kiss to your hood covered head. “mwah!” he plops down next to me, getting comfy under the blankets.

you adjust the hoodie a bit before leaning against the plush pillows. chan lifts up the two stuffies, placing them to your chest, wrapping your arm around them. you smile once again, rolling over to place a big kiss on his cheek.

once you settle back into the bed, they both wrap their arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. “good night bubba, we love you,” chan whispers in your ear before placing a loving kiss to your soft cheek. “so so much bunny.” binnie finishes, placing a kiss to your other cheek.

you melt right into their arms. you get comfortable, turning on your side to face binnie, laying your head on his chest, grabbing chan’s arm to stay around you. “i love you both too, more than you know.” you mumble, placing a kiss to bin’s pec and chan’s hand.

you all melt into each other, relaxing slowly as sleep welcomes you, the soft sounds of monsters inc playing as you all lay peacefully in each other’s arms.

[judeswhore]

i wna share gloves w jude :(

jude huffed a quiet laugh at the soft pout on your lips.

you were oblivious to his amusement, too focused on the store window in front of you as your gaze tracked the multitude of classic books on display, eyes snagging on the pink copy of little women every other second. he knew you wanted it, you'd mentioned it repeatedly in the last few weeks but he was hoping you weren't in the mood to treat yourself otherwise he'd be returning the one he'd bought you for christmas and swapping it for something else. he watched you rub your hands together for the hundredth time, his smile growing as your pout got a little worse, frown deepening because your fingers were freezing and he knew it even though you'd denied it for the past half an hour.

you were annoyingly stubborn sometimes and jude had warned you of the cold before you'd left the house, had told you to bring gloves because you'd freeze otherwise. but you'd argued you were fine without them, had been adamant it wasn't that cold and they were unnecessary. he knew you were regretting that now with the way you kept rubbing your hands together or tucking them under your armpits but you were too proud to admit you'd been wrong. you didn't want him to know he'd been right so for the past thirty minutes he'd been watching you struggle against the bite of the wind while pouting and glaring at everything around you.

"your fingers are gonna fall off, y'know." he mumbled in your ear, lips brushing the soft curve of it and he felt you startle at the sound of his voice, grinned at the hitch in your breath. he rocked back on his heels when you turned your head in his direction and frowned.

"what’re you on about?"

"your hands are freezing and if you don't let me warm them up your fingers are gonna fall off."

"my hands are fine," you argued, fingers wiggling as though to prove a point but he didn't miss the shiver that went through you with the action. "i don't need you to warm them up."

"you're a terrible liar, sweetheart. c'mere." jude reached out for you, caught at your hands before you could pull away and tugged you closer to him. his gasp was only a little over the top when he felt just how cold they were. "they're like ice!"

"they are not." you huffed and rolled your eyes, tried halfheartedly to tug out of his grip but jude knew he had you now. you'd felt the warmth of his hands and it had thawed your stubbornness a little although he knew you wouldn't give in without an argument. "i already told you i'm fine."

"and i already told you that you're a terrible liar. i've watched you pretend not to be freezing for the past half an hour and you're doing my head in. rubbing them together isn't really doing anything for you, is it?" he asked although he wasn’t really waiting for an answer. he cupped your hands between both of his and brought them up to his lips, held them close as he blew warm air against them. “i told you to bring gloves.”

“i didn’t need them.” you mumbled but you’d shifted even closer to him so you were pressed against his chest and he could feel the little shivers running through you. the crowd of people at the market bustled past the two of you but neither of you paid them much attention, too focused on each other to notice anything happening around you. despite your reluctance to admit defeat, the soft look in your eyes told jude you were grateful he was helping and the way you tried to get even closer to him suggested you were a lot colder than he’d even realised.

“stubborn girl.” he breathed the words against your fingers, pressed a feather light kiss to the tips of them before guiding them inside his half open coat. “keep ‘em there.” they pressed against his chest, curled into the fabric of his hoodie to seek more heat while jude tugged the glove off his right hand. “here, gimme your right hand.”

“jude, you don’t need-“

“give me your hand. mum’ll kill me if i let you get frostbite before christmas.” he gently coaxed your hands back out from his coat and carefully pushed your fingers into the glove that was much too big for you. it took him a few seconds of fiddling to make sure it was comfortably secure and then he grinned at you, knocked his own fingers beneath your chin and surprised you with a quick kiss to your equally as cold lips.

“thank you.” you whispered sheepishly, smile a little shy as you dipped your head to avoid his gaze. he simply shrugged, zipping his coat back up to the top.

“s’alright. i couldn’t take much more of that pout, honestly, you looked like a kicked puppy.” he snorted a laugh when you punched his arm, holding his hands up in mock surrender. your eyes flashed with amusement even when you shook your head, a reluctant smile tugging your lips up. jude admired you for a few seconds, took in the soft smile that made his heart skip a little before he wiggled the fingers of his gloveless hand so you’d slip your own into it. “d’you wanna go get hot chocolate?”

with your fingers now wrapped around his, he turned the two of you towards the crowd of people and started leading you through the thick of it. the contrast in heat between the two of you made him shiver a little, the air biting at his bare skin and he mumbled a quiet curse before stuffing your interlocked hands into his pocket to find a little more warmth. it drew you closer into his side, your shoulder brushing his arm and he felt your head fall softly against him.

“yes, please.” you squeezed his fingers. “can we sit inside somewhere? it might be a little bit colder than i thought.” you admitted and jude couldn’t stop his laugh as he turned and dropped a kiss to the top of your head, his next words muffled by your hair.

“stubborn. girl.”

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Officer Stark

A/N: This is for you @ccbsrmsf1 my lovely! I’ve heard you’ve been stressed lately, so here’s an attempt to make you feel better. @nicoline1998enilocin You’re a good friend, my darling. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you’ve enjoyed the story.

Picture credits: @tonystark-au 🤍

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut & humour.

Word count: 1642

Tony Stark Masterlist

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You never got pulled over. This was a first.

Sitting in your car, your fingers tapped against the steering wheel in nervousness as you waited for a cop to appear by your window and give you a ticket for overspeeding. In your defense, you were heading home after a terribly long day at work.

Your muscles ached, your head felt like it was about to explode, you were looking forward to soaking your butt in a hot bubble bath. And now you were on the side of the road, waiting for a frickin cop.

A figure approached, got closer and closer to the mirror as you watched, taking a deep breath before looking out the window. Standing outside was the most strikingly good looking cop you had seen in your entire life.

The dark gray uniform hugged his muscles perfectly, a tie fixed to his shirt with a gold pin, a badge adorning his taut chest. He motioned for you to roll down your window, a small smirk appearing on his features as you did. You wished to see his eyes that were hiding behind those aviators, but you were sure they were just as pretty as he was.

Safe to say you had a thing for men in uniforms. And this guy wasn’t helping. At all.

Your heartbeat quickened as he opened his mouth to speak, asking you for your driving license. Watching you fumble only deepened that smirk, like he knew the effect he had on you.

“Did you realize you were driving over the speed limit, ma’am?”

“It’s Y/N.”

Mentally you cursed yourself, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks as your meek little voice reached his ears. Why would you even say that?

“I–I’m sorry, I understand I was. And I’m sorry, officer.” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“It’s Stark.”

Your head snapped up in his direction, an amused smile adorned his handsome features as he lowered his sunglasses just about an inch.

“I’m gonna ask you to step out of your vehicle, Y/N.”

You obeyed at once, and you could swear to God you heard him say ‘good girl’ under his breath, or you imagined it. You weren’t sure given your flustered state.

His walkie beeped and you heard a muffled announcement come through, it was hard to decipher. Also because your eyes were fixated on the way Officer Stark’s lips moved as he held it mere millimeters away from his mouth, the movement also gave you a chance to shamelessly check out his toned arms with veins that popped out.

He was a few steps ahead of you, and your eyes couldn’t help themselves as they wandered shamelessly over his rear. The slate gray pants defined his ass so well you salivated at the thought. He wasn’t too tall, you noticed, but you thought his persona more than made him for his lack of height.

You stood staring at your feet after you reached his car, feeling terrible about how the day had been, and how quickly it went from bad to worse. He scribbled something on a pad, throwing occasional glances your way. Was he checking you out?

The silence stretched long, you grew impatient enough to clear your throat to get his attention.

“Aren’t you going to give me a ticket?” he simply hummed in response, making you frown as you wrapped your arms around yourself, the air was pretty cool out.

“Or I could just arrest you.”

“W-what?”

Of all things that could go wrong today, you weren’t imagining this day to end with you going to jail. You hoped and prayed to God there was another way around it.

“For driving a little over the speed limit? That is highly unnecessary!”

A metal clinking sound reached your ears before you saw Officer Stark take out a pair of handcuffs. He seemed to be having fun watching you all flustered and tense, stepping in your personal space, a little too close, allowing you a whiff of his musky cologne.

“Hands behind your back. Now.”

When you didn’t oblige, he reached around to clasp your wrists together and held them behind your back, his warm breath fanned over your cheek as he clicked the handcuffs in place. You swore as his body deliberately brushed against yours, you felt his bulge against your lower abdomen. As if his presence wasn’t enough to get your panties damp, this little gesture only added fuel to the fire that unfurled deep within your belly.

“Now that’s a good girl.” his eyes raked appreciatively over you, while he grazed his fingers over your waist, leaving a trail of dark, x-rated thoughts in their wake. This certainly took a turn where only your deepest fantasies had gone until today. It was like your brain had turned hazy, unable to think rationally.

“Officer Stark please...” you trailed off.

He clicked his tongue, gently caressing the side of your face and reveling in the way your body reacted to his touch.

“You’d do anything? No. You’ll let me do anything, Miss Y/L/N. Because you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

He expected an answer out of you, his coffee brown eyes now revealed that stared intently, swimming with lust. Morals left you as you felt yourself nod in a yes, the last thing you saw was a victorious grin before Officer Stark’s lips descended on yours. Capturing you in a heady mix of want and desire, your resolve melted away.

His grip on you was strong, not that you would run away, you wanted this as much as he did, you were at his mercy. His hands cupped your breasts wantonly, slipping down to undo your pants. A needy moan escaped your lips as his fingers made it past your panties to find you soaked for him.

“What do we have here? You’re so wet, dirty girl. Did you want this to happen?”

His voice sent a thrill down your spine while he teased your wet folds, thumb brushing against your clit occasionally. He nipped at your bottom lip when you remained quiet, withdrawing his fingers slowly.

“Yes! Yes! I wanted this to happen. Touch me, please.” hating how desperate you sounded, you let out a gasp when he rewarded you with two finger that pushed into your slick entrance.

“That’s a good girl.” he murmured against your lips, trailing them down your neck while massaging your walls, stretching you open deliciously. Your hips moved to gain more friction, needy for more as his words and ministrations brought you to the brink of your climax.

It was the kind of pleasure that made you moan out loud, so loud it resounded everywhere. Least bothered about the fact that you were out on the side of a road, handcuffed while being fingered to the most earth-shattering orgasm by a police officer.

“Mmm…” your moan reached Tony’s ears, making him stop in his tracks to look back. Seeing you on your side, still fast asleep with your leg draped over a pillow and hand reaching over to caress the sheets, it piqued his curiosity.

“I’ll be your good girl, officer…” you mumbled, the words garbled but clear enough to make Tony lie back down next to you with a wide grin on his face as you dreamt on, blissfully unaware that your boyfriend was an audience to it all. He felt his cock twitch inside his boxers at the sight of you panting and moaning in your sleep.

With a sudden gasp, your eyes flew open, making you realize it was all a dream. Light sweat clung to your skin as you released the tight grip you had on your sheets. You were met with a smirking Tony Stark who was eyeing you with amusement, waiting for you to get your bearings.

“Someone had a good night’s sleep.”

You felt heat rush up to your face at his words, he probably heard you talk or worse, moan in sleep. The dream had felt too real.

“Now I understand the kind of porn you’re into, what was your safeword?.” he jested, catching the pillow you flung in his direction with a hearty laugh. Your neck felt hot as you groaned into your hands, embarrassed about the whole thing.

“Can we just forget about it please?”

“No way. Tell me more, I wanna know.”

“You were a police officer.” you mumbled, your voice too low and incoherent.

“What?”

“You were a police officer, okay? Happy now?” you shook your head, wanting him to drop the subject, but then again, knowing Tony, he probably wouldn’t.

“Hey I’m just happy it was me. Judging by your moans there, I could tell I was pretty good.” Tony chuckled, grazing a finger up your arm only for you to swat it away.

“Drop it, Tony.” you begged, throwing the sheet off of your legs to get up. You just knew you were in for a whole day of this with your boyfriend, or days.

“Just out of curiosity, what did I arrest you for?” Tony seemed thoroughly entertained by the idea as his eyes bore into yours, mirth swimming in them.

“Overspeeding.” You admitted sheepishly as he chuckled, clearly enjoying this reaction.

“Ironic.” He was amused, given how he wasn’t exactly known for driving within the speed limit. He stood up all of a sudden, headed for the door while pulling out his phone to type something.

“Where are you going now?”

“To see about that uniform for my girl, where d’you think?”

[ljubimaya]

PRETTY GIRLFRIEND THINGS ˙⋆✮

Nsfw headcanons featuring fem! Mikey and fem! Baji

C/W: Sub! Fem! Mikey, sapphic! reader, fem! reader, degradation, praising, mirror sex, fingering, sex with a strap, pussy eating, masturbation, public sex, a tiny bit of impact play if you squint, rough sex, tribbing, face sitting, fem! Baji humps readers ass, Dom! Fem! Baji, Reader doms fem Mikey in Mikey's part but gets dommed by fem Baji in Baji's part, lmk if I missed smth <333 and ofc Minors do not interact!!!

A/N: I wrote this with my pussy. No thoughts, just fem! faves for pride. This took wayyyy longer than expected but oh well, it be like that sometimes.Plus, ngl I feel like some parts are a tiny bit rushed, but it honestly feels good having it written off my chest. Anyway, let's christen this blog with some good ol' sapphic smut :3

W/C: 5.8k (help)

FEM! MIKEY THOUGHTS˙⋆✮

♡ To me, Mikey is a switch, but fem! Mikey??? Oh, she’s a sub

♡ I don’t see her ever domming, she is a full on pillow princess

♡ She is the big tiddie gf :,(( sensitive, pink nipples that get hard so easily it’s laughable. Absolutely loves when you suck and bite on them, and encourages you to use her boobs as stress balls 

♡Fem!Mikey is a little devil. She knows that seeing her in cute lingerie will make you go insane, so she’s mastered the art of taking hot nudes in front of the mirror in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties

♡ Sweetest moans you have ever heard. You can never get enough of her breathy pleas to let her cum :(( 

♡ While fem! Mikey’s still a respected gang leader and feared across Tokyo, to you, she’s just a little princess that needs attention

♡ So much so that she might act bratty to get what she wants

Something was up with your girlfriend. You’d try to kiss her, but your girlfriend would only glare coldly at you, and huff “This is really not the time” She’d snap at you in front of the gang. Everyone was puzzled at her behavior, not understanding why the usually affectionate girl would turn down a kiss from her partner. The blonde never had an issue with pda, even encouraging you to hold and kiss her in public. You didn’t understand why she’s acting so cold all of a sudden, so you decided to just observe her for a while until you could talk to her in private. While you were just talking to a friend, you could see your girlfriend glaring daggers at you from the corners of your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, hoping to get an answer for her strange behavior.

“Nothing’s wrong” She insisted. Rolling her eyes at you, she crossed her arms. There was a spark of excitement in her eyes when you gritted your teeth at her. Truth struck you like lightning when you saw it. It was as if a blindfold fell from your eyes; your girlfriend played one of her little games with you, and you’d be a terrible partner if you didn’t play along.

♡ Fem! Mikey wasn’t as smug when she got pushed against the wall when you dragged her away

♡ One thing about fem! Mikey is that not only are her moans as sweet as honey, but she’s never quiet

Your lips attacked her neck as soon as you pushed her against the wall. A shudder of pleasure ran down your spine when you heard her moan into your ear when you pushed your knee between her legs. You allowed her to grind her needy pussy against your thigh while your lips traveled along her neck to her collarbone, leaving dark love bites in the process.Impatient, the blonde gripped the belt of your pants, attempting to undo them until you stopped her. A questioning look adorned her beautiful face when she felt your hand gripping her wrist, and before she could open her sweet lips to ask, you cut her off.

“You’ve been acting so annoying all day” You spat in an angry tone “Could have just said you wanted me to fuck you like a dirty whore instead of acting so bitchy”

“‘m sorry baby” she whimpered out when you bit down on her neck, shamelessly grinding her cunt against your thigh while a series of apologies left her plump lips.

“I can make it up to you, just let me get on my knees for you” the blonde tried to coax you “Please, just a little taste”

“Nu huh, this isn’t the time” You mocked her, your finger grazing the outline of her clothed pussy “Wanna see if your gang is still gonna respect you when they find out their leader is being bratty because she needs her little pussy stuffed?”

“B-baby” She stuttered when your fingers swiftly dipped under her pants and panties, voice shaking in both fear and excitement “Please, no. They really don’t have to hear us-”

“Want me to stop?” You purred into her ear. Knowing your girlfriend, there’s no way she’d want to stop after getting so worked up, but you’d rather hear a verbal confirmation from her. 

The blonde woman bit her lower lip, seemingly weighing her options - either go back to her gang extremely horny, or get fucked senselessly and risk getting caught. The decision wasn’t that hard to make, because your girlfriend thinks with her pussy when she gets wet.

“No, don’t stop” Your girlfriend begged you, and who were you to go against the wishes of your pretty girl? She didn’t have to tell you twice, your fingers moved past her soiled panties and entered her embarrassingly wet cunt. 

All worries left the blonde’s head when your fingers found her g-spot, hitting the spongy spot repeatedly. Her moans grew louder and more frantic, the shame she felt earlier dwindling more and more with each thrust. 

“B-Baby, please, can I cum?” The blonde managed to ask between moans and whines “Please, please, can I cum?”

“I don’t know, do you deserve to cum? You were so mean to me. Your little snappy comments wounded me a lot” You mused in her ear, acting hurt while your fingers’s movement slowed down. 

“I’m sorry, I-I will behave from now on. I promise”

“Hmmmm, that sounds like a lie”

The blonde pouted when you called her out. She was fully aware that she wouldn’t stop acting like a brat. You’re fucking her too good for the blonde to let go of her brattiness.

“Pretty please, will do anything” She desperately tried to persuade you. Your pretty girlfriend grew desperate when you didn’t answer right away. At this moment, she didn’t think about her gang members in the next room hearing her cry and begging for you to let her cum “Please, please, please, I’ll be good, just let me cum” 

Humming, you kissed her flushed cheeks when you heard her begging. While you were pleased with her obedience, the sadistic side of you was looking forward to seeing how your disheveled girlfriend would come back to the gang meeting, red faced and sweaty, trying to explain why she was gone for so long from the meeting.

“Oh, anything? Sounds like a good deal to me” You purred into her ear, thrusting your fingers back into her weeping  pussy without a warning. 

“Oh, fuck!” The blonde let out a loud whine when she felt your fingertips grazing her g spot, the knot in her tummy growing tighter and tighter. A series of moans and whines left your girlfriend’s pink lips, her walls tightly gripping your fingers before she screamed out your name. 

Trembling and breathing heavily, the blonde woman came down from her orgasm and watched you lick off her release off your fingers after you carefully pulled them out of her spent pussy. With a mischievous grin, you watched her sober up, Realization hit her like a brick and soon after she calmed down, she was pouting at you.

“They probably heard…”

“I’d be surprised if they didn’t” You replied back to her and kissed her cheek before you both walked back to the meeting.

♡ Fem! Mikey loves being degradation and praised at the same time; loves being called your pretty little slut and your favorite fucktoy (although she’d pout about it later, “I should be your only fucktoy”)

♡ As you can see, she’s really into being called yours. Fem! Mikey loves knowing that she belongs to the person she loves most

♡ Funnily enough, the gang already knew about Fem! Mikey being the sub in the relationship. She might think she’s slick at hiding it, but she can’t fool anyone

♡ As hinted earlier, fem! Mikey loves eating you out. She loves your taste, she loves your voice when you moan out her name and she loves playing with her clit while she’s lapping at your pussy 

“Hng, so greedy” You moaned, enjoying your girlfriend’s tongue flicking your sensitive clit. To you, she was the most beautiful when she went down on her knees, face buried between your legs and lips and chin covered in your slick.

“Can’t help that you taste so delicious baby” The blonde groaned against your heated core before she thrusted her tongue inside your wet hole. She greedily lapped your juices, her nose bumping against your clit with each thrust. Your girlfriend could die a happy woman between your thighs, at least that’s what she told you numerous times when you tried to pry her head away from your pussy. “You’re gonna pass out if you don’t pull away” You breathed out, feeling breathless from all the orgasms she gave you”

“Don’t care” The blonde retorted, prying your shaky legs apart and freeing herself from your grip with ease before she dove back to where her face was - between your legs, where it belongs “If I die, give me a taste of paradise” She spoke incoherently, lightheaded from your taste.  

Your hand found its way back to her head, this time patting and caressing her. Knowing how strong your girlfriend is, you knew that she would overpower you without breaking a sweat if you tried to yank her away from your heated core. As another orgasm began to build up, all reasonable thoughts vanished from your head. You grinded against her face, chasing your release while you moaned out “Touch yourself for me, my little slut. I know you wanna cum with me”

She didn’t need to be told twice, her fingers moving past her soiled panties and rubbing against her overstimulated clit. Whimpers mixed with moans and slurping sounds as the two of you got closer to yet another earth shattering orgasm. And when you two have finally reached your high, cumming at the same time and screaming each other’s name in pure bliss, was when your girlfriend seemed to be finally satisfied. She still eagerly licked your pussy clean off your release before she finally pulled away from your puffy clit and swollen lips. 

You patted her head, to which the blonde let out a satisfied sigh.

“You did a good job baby. Made me feel so good” You managed to say in a trembling voice, feeling so weak from your girlfriend’s hunger for you.

“That makes me feel so happy” She hummed, standing up shakily, yawning as she sat down on the bed “I’d like some cuddles and a nap now though”

♡ Despite being whiney and loud and easily overstimulated, Fem! Mikey has insane stamina

♡ She will bounce on your big fat strap all day long if you’d let her 

Her lustful moans were music to your ears. What a sight, your pretty girlfriend throwing her head back in pure pleasure as she slammed her pussy down on your new strap.

 Being the loving partner that you are, you went out to a sex shop while your girlfriend was out with her gang. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, just walking around the shop until something would catch your eye, something that you and your girlfriend could enjoy together. And oh boy, did you find the perfect toy: Ten inches long and thick and perfectly curved at the base, you could already imagine your girlfriend going wild at the sight of the dildo. Without thinking too much, you paid for the sex toy and went straight home to take a picture of your newest addition to your toy collection. 

You took a good picture of the dildo after you put on the harness and attached it there and sent it to the blonde gang leader with a flirty text. That’s all that took for the blonde to cancel on her friends and rush back home to you.

Enjoying the way she struggled to take all ten inches, you watched her tits bounce as she desperately humped your strap “Look at you, blowing off your friends to ride a cock you can’t even take” You taunted, your hands reaching to grab on to her boobs. The blonde, tears forming on her bottom lashes both from pain and pleasure. 

“Can take it” Your girlfriend moaned out her protest, her movements not losing any momentum at your taunts. “Yeah, sure you can” Your spat out, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why ride a bike if you can ride a big strap, right? Bet the others were able to tell why you rushed back home to me”

You played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at them. The blonde mewled from the overwhelming pleasure she felt. Droplets of tears ran down her flushed cheek as she was unable to hold them back. 

Moans and incoherent pleas left her lips as she picked up the pace, riding your new strap ferociously. You knew she was close, you knew by the way she rolled her hips with vigor, by the way her words became incoherent; the only words you were able to understand were “please” and “close”. Moments like these made you feel a tinge of frustration. You’d die to feel her walls clamp around you and to fill her up with your cum. 

Your lips latched onto one nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud with vigor while your free hand wandered lower. Drawing tight circles on her puffy clit, your girlfriend cried out in pure bliss as an orgasm washes over her. Trembling, she rode out her high as your fingers still pressed against her clit. 

You released your mouth from her sensitive bud and leaned in, kissing her tears away while the blonde is still seated prettily on your lap, walls convulsing around the dildo. 

“How do you feel, baby?” You asked carefully, making sure she’s not hurt. Still trembling, the blonde nodded. Voice hoarse from screaming, she shakily muttered “‘m good. Want more though”

FEM! BAJI THOUGHTS˙⋆✮

♡ Baji has been and always will be a dom, no matter the gender Baji has

♡ The way Fem! Baji fucks is completely dependent her mood, and she will make you take whatever she’s offering at thet time

♡ One day, she will be mean and fuck you as if she hates you, and in the next day she could make sweet love to you and worship you like a deity

♡ Not only is fem! Baji a dom, but she has mean dom tendencies too :,))

♡ Anyone who knows me knows that I am a dick piercing truther, meaning that in my silly little head, Baji got one too. Now, Fem! Baji not only has a clit piercing, she also has nipple piercings

♡ Adding on the previous headcanon: Fem! Baji only wears either sport bras or none at all. The outlines of her erect nipples and silver nipple piercings are always showing through when she’s wearing a thin shirt

♡ She has an insane sex drive and is absolutely shameless when it comes to fucking you. Will fuck everywhere at any given time

She’s so shameless, you thought as you sipped on your drink, feeling her gaze on you again. You’ve been throwing warning glares at your girlfriend from across the room, but that didn’t seem to stop her from eying your body top to bottom, a teasing smirk on her lips . You knew the ravenette’s insatiable hunger when it comes to you, but you didn’t expect her to give you bedroom eyes at a gang hangout. 

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary: Your girlfriend would hang out with her gang after a long meeting to unwind, and this time the gang’s been feeling like going to the club. Of course, the ravenette couldn’t go without you; she always put emphasis on wanting you to get along with her friends. Thankfully, you were well liked among her delinquent friends, so no one ever batted an eye when you came along. 

Heat rose to your cheeks when the ravenette winked at you and nodded her head towards the bathroom stalls. She didn’t even give you time to respond back before she walked off to the dimly lit bathroom stalls, impatiently waiting for you to follow. 

There was no doubt that her looking at you so sensually sent a shiver down your spine, and if you were tipsy, you might have followed her without thinking twice. Chewing on your bottom lip, you were weighing every possible outcome. You knew your girlfriend didn’t just disappear to a secluded area to talk; you knew her and her antics too well at this point, and the lustful glint you saw earlier in her eyes when she drank in your form from afar told you everything you needed to know. Still, despite the fears of getting caught and perhaps even ridiculed, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement wash over you. 

So you finished your drink and placed the empty glass on the counter behind you and excused yourself to the restroom, slowly making your way to your very sexually pent up girlfriend.

♡ Fem! Baji is super impatient and doesn’t like playing games with you. If she wants you, she wants you now and in an instant

♡ As previously mentioned, fem! Baji will take you everywhere, even in public spaces. This woman thinks with her pussy once she gets in the mood

♡ Another thing about Fem! Baji is that she is incredibly experimental. She sees something in porn and will try to recreate it

“What took you so long?” she purred in your ear, chest pressed against your back as soon as you closed the door behind yourself. A small squeak left your lips when the ravenette spun you around and bent you over the sink, making you face the mirror. You locked eyes with her through the mirror, clit throbbing at her half lidded eyes and wide smirk on her plump lips. It felt like you could read her mind when you looked her in the eyes, a surge of images of what she could do to you flooded your mind. 

And you would have let her do whatever she desired, the stickiness of your panties became too uncomfortable to you to deny your girlfriend from taking you right there, but you didn’t lose every rational thought in your head. You huffed, face and body feeling so incredibly hot when you quietly asked her “Are we, you know, alone?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, are we?” Your girlfriend asked loudly, a smug grin on her face as she waited a moment. Silence, no movement, no flushing, no footsteps, nothing. The only audible noises you were able to make out was her uneven breathing close to you when the ravenette leaned closer and placed a hot kiss behind your ear. “Crickets, babe. No one’s here. Just you and me” She nibbled on your ear as her hand slowly descended to your panties. Gasping, you writhed beneath her.

“Baby, what if someone’s gonna walk in?” You tried to sound strict, but your voice faltered as your girlfriend drew lazy circles on your clothed cunt, mentally cursing at the article of clothing that separated you from your lover’s long fingers. 

“Gonna give ‘em a show of course. Let them see my sexy girl screaming and crying for me”  She cursed under her breath when you arched your ass and ground against her. Groaning, the ravenette rolled her hips against your butt, desperate to get some friction to her weeping pussy.

“You look so hot, baby. Wearing that short skirt like a little slut” She moaned into your ear, fingers pushing your cute panties to the side “Something tells me you wanted me to rile me up. Needy whore, already so fucking wet for me”

You whined when she stopped teasing your clit. Watching her reflection in the mirror, you were able to see that your girlfriend stepped back slightly and unbuckled her belt. Hungrily, you paid close attention to every single movement she made; her unbuckled belt fell to the floor before she unzipped her black leather pants and pulled them down. With one fellow swoop, both her leather pants and her red lace panties landed on the floor. A sudden urge to get on your knees came over you, both to thank God and the universe for sending you the siren of your girlfriend into your life, and to worship her perfect pussy. 

The bathroom stalls were dimly lit, yet when you were able to catch a glimpse of the silver jewelry on clit, reflecting the neon lights above the mirror. However, you weren’t given any more time to gaze at the pretty silver ball. Swiftly, your girlfriend pulled your short skirt to your ankles and repositioned herself where she was: Legs slightly apart, just enough for her clit to graze your naked ass, but not before giving your butt a playful slap.

“Wanted to try this for a while now” She murmured into your ear as she ground her puffy bud against your rear, kissing the shell while her fingers pushed your panties to the side again. You felt so shy when you felt her wet pussy humping you. You looked away when her fingers found your clit again, rolling and pinching it. “The mirror, baby. Look how fucking stunning my girl is” She reached her free hand over to your face and grabbed it, turning it forcefully towards the mirror. At the same time, the ravenette dipped a finger inside your aching cunt. Mewling, you came face to face with your reflection. Sweaty, runny makeup , and hair disheveled, you couldn’t see the oh so stunning girl the ravenette saw in you. 

“B-Baby, I look like a mess” You stuttered and moaned, feeling her finger pads hitting your g spot at a frantic speed. Her thumb was firmly pressed against your sensitive clit. “A hot mess” She whimpered, dragging her wet folds and throbbing clit over your butt, creating a delicious friction “My hot mess” 

And for a moment, you forgot that you two were in a public bathroom stall. Your moans and whimpers mixed with your girlfriend’s breathy groans and the sound of skin slapping; the lewd sounds bounced off the walls and droned out the music and chatter from outside. 

“You gonna cum for me?” Her fingers shot in and out of your weeping cunt, bringing you closer to your long awaited release. Instead of answering her, your moans became louder and more frantic. Your brain couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence with her fingers deep inside you and her thumb grazing against your overstimulated bud. Usually, your girlfriend would force an answer out of you, but she too seemed to be engrossed in chasing after her own orgasm. 

This was so new to you, the way the ravenette was pressing her body against your back, rolling her hips against your rear. It felt good to have her so close, you’d realize. 

“You look so sexy” She breathed out, the knot in her stomach tightening with every roll of her hips. Still, she held onto your jaw tightly, refusing to let you look away from the mirror in front of you “Look at you. Look at me” She commanded, forcing you to look straight ahead; and you obeyed. Not to look at yourself - you knew what you looked like after all - but rather, to gaze at your lover. She looked like an absolute mess with her reddened cheeks and messy hair, but to you, there was no one more beautiful than her. 

And just like that, your pleasure overtook your body. The knot bursted and you cried out her name as her fingers remained deep inside your pussy, helping you come down from your high. 

Your girlfriend came shortly after you. Groaning, she turned your face to the side - her fingers still having a tight grip on your jaw - and crashed her lips against yours in a needy kiss. Your girlfriend’s movements slowed down soon, yet she remained tightly pressed against your back, basking in your warmth. You reciprocated the kiss, having missed your lover's lips. 

This moment could have been so sweet, if only the post nut clarity didn’t set in. Suddenly, you became very aware of the fact that you and your girlfriend have been half naked in a public place, that you two have fucked where people could have in on you. Your stomach churned and you hastily pulled away from the kiss.

“Oh my god, we need to get dressed now” You tried to push her away from you, wanting to pull up your panties and skirt back on. The ravenette could only hum in response and leaned harder into you “But you look so hot right now”  

“Baby, we need to get out now. Out of all places you could have dragged me to, you decided on a public bathroom stall?” You rolled your eyes at her, gently pushing her away before you quickly tried to fix yourself. Scoffing, your girlfriend did as you did and pulled up her lace panties and black leather pants up.

“‘s not like you were thinking about it while I was fingering you” She mumbled under her breath. Shooting her a warning glare, your girlfriend could only smirk in response. She knew you were totally into it. In the end, your girlfriend ended up helping you fix yourself before you walked out back to your friends.

♡ Fem! Baji is very touchy feely with you. She’s the type to have her hands on you at all times, preferably your butt

♡ I think you can see a theme here: Fem! Baji is an ass girly. It doesn’t matter if yours is big or small, as long as it’s yours she's into it

♡ Listen, fem!Baji can be a mean dom from time to time, especially after a gang fight. The adrenaline rush of beating up people and winning goes straight to her clit, so to unwind, you let her ride your face

It all happened so quickly. One moment you were sitting on your couch, wrapped in your cozy blanket, waiting for your girlfriend to come back home from a gang fight; next thing you knew the ravenette slammed the front door shut before pouncing on top of you. The blanket got yanked off your body, revealing your tight pajama shorts and tank top. Calloused hands wander under your shirt as her lips attacked your exposed neck.

“Look so cute” Sharp teeth sink into your tender flesh. A gasp left your lips, mind sobering up upon feeling her hands disappearing under your shirt and playing with your nipples. Your girlfriend pulled and pinched them harshly while she littered your neck with more bites, marking you up as hers. “Too bad I’ll have to take this off you” 

Impatient, the ravenette couldn’t wait for you to take your tank top off yourself. Instead, driven by her carnal desires for you, she ripped your top, exposing your tits to the cool air. You didn’t have much time to complain about her ruining your favorite pajama set as her mouth quickly wandered lower, latching onto your sensitive nipples. Moaning at the feeling of her tongue and teeth grazing against your erect buds, you moved your hands, wanting to rake your fingers through her thick hair but strong hands grabbed your wrists, forcefully pinning them down on either side of your head. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, slut” Your girlfriend growled into your chest, sucking and biting at your soft mounds “No touching unless I tell you to. You gonna be an obedient little whore for me?” Although you knew she was asking you, her way she said it let you know that it was more of an order. You knew she wasn’t in the mood to play around with you, and gosh did her dominance turn you on. 

Your panties were soaked wet when you nodded your head “Gonna be obedient” you assured her, clit throbbing at the mean smirk that crept up on her lips. 

“Mhhh, good. Now” The ravenette got off you and took off her pants and panties before she climbed back on top of you, this time she straddled your face. A moan left your mouth when you came face to face with her pussy, wet and dripping in anticipation. 

Her hands found your wrists again and pinned them above your head “Stick your tongue out” The ravenette commanded, slowly lowering herself on your face when you obediently opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for her. She didn't even have to tell you what to do when you greedily started licking her sweet juices off her, reveling in her taste. 

“Just like that” Your girlfriend moaned, hips grinding against your mouth, seeking more friction, more pleasure from you. You’re more than willing to give it to her, yearning to taste her release on your tongue. 

The ravenette rode your face with vigor, grinding herself over your entire face. You knew that you’d be messy after eating her out, but that didn’t bother you at that moment; all you really wanted was to suffocate between her legs. Her clit pressed against your nose and you were able to feel the small silver metal ball on her clit. The need to touch yourself was unbearable, but the ravenette had a strong grip on your wrists, making it impossible to sneak your hand between your legs. 

Your girlfriend didn’t even seem to feel your internal struggle, too busy fucking your face “Fucking slut” She moaned as her movements grew faster and more frantic “Look at you, letting me fuck your face like that. Dirty whore” 

A coil in her stomach finally snapped with one last roll over your face. Moaning loudly, the ravenette released over your face, the waves of pleasure finally taking over her body. You were licking her clean, eager to help her come down from her orgasm, savoring her taste. 

Coming down from her high, she got off your face with trembling legs. As she sat down on the couch, the ravenette leaned in and kissed you tenderly, tasting her juices on your lips. “You did so well for me baby” She mumbled between kisses “Gonna clean your pretty face off before we cuddle, ok?” 

♡Now, having mean dom tendencies doesn’t cancel out her softer side. Fem! Baji is very well able to make love to you

♡ Worships you like a goddess during, and after sex. She can get quite clingy and touchy after having slept with you

She can be such a romantic. 

Your girlfriend has been acting clingier than usual. You could feel it the way her kisses lingered much longer, the way her fingers gently caressed your cheeks, the way her hands never seemed to leave your body. This wasn’t anything new to you; after all, you knew your girlfriend can have soft moments. Nonetheless, her sudden change of demeanor never failed to make your heart squeeze and send heat all over your body. 

You and your girlfriend laid in bed already, cuddling when she suddenly started to place soft kisses over your skin. She hugged you from behind and held you protectively, as if fearing you’d disappear, kissing your shoulder and neck delicately “I love you so damn much” 

“Love you too” You muttered, trying to keep the moans from escaping your lips as her soft kisses transitioned into nibbles. being the touchy woman that she is, the ravenette’s hand left feathery touches on your hips, careful not to hurt you. 

Before you knew it, your girlfriend’s lips found yours in a yearning kiss. Slow and sensually, her lips molded over yours before her tongue gently swiped over them, asking for entrance. Soon, your and her pajamas landed on the floor scattered across the room and the passionate ravenette climbed on top of you. No thoughts, just the urge to make love to you drove her when she positioned herself between your legs, her weeping cunt over your equally wet pussy, her clit bumping yours. 

She set a slow pace when she grinded her core against yours, her tits lightly bouncing “You look so beautiful, baby” She moaned when she felt you grind back against her pussy, clits rolling against each other in a delicious friction “So pretty for me”

You mewled at the compliment, her loving words going straight to your pussy “Love you more” you managed to say as you ground yourself against her with more passion, wanting to get off, wanting to get her off. A small smirk appeared on her lips when she heard your bold declaration, her pace increasing as well to match yours.

“Yeah?” The ravenette moaned as her movements stopped. A whine escaped your lips. You didn’t expect her to stop just like that right before you could cum, but before you could ask her why she stopped, she quickly repositioned herself between your legs. This time, she positioned herself slightly sideways and held onto your thigh, your leg being pulled over her shoulder before she resumed to her previous pace. 

“Well, I love you the most” Your girlfriend insisted, groaning at the feeling of your puffy clit against her own clit. You loved the intimacy, the feelings she made you feel, you loved her.And when your orgasm finally washed over you, all you could only chant her name, her name rolling off your tongue so sweetly. 

Finally coming down from her high, the ravenette collapsed on top of you and gave you a sloppy yet tender kiss.

“You mean the world to me, you know that”? She softly grazed your cheek with her thumb, her lips not wanting to part with yours as she gave you more kisses “My girl, my world, my everything”

“Didn’t know you could get so poetic” You mumbled against her lips breathlessly “Did you read this line from one of Chifuyu’s manga?”

Chuckling, the ravenette bumped her nose against yours “Hmm, maybe. Maybe I read it somewhere, or maybe being with you brings out my softer” She kissed your lips “more romantic” She placed another small kiss on your lips “sappy side?”

There was no need to argue with her about that: You knew her love for you ran deep, and you hoped she knew that you loved her just as much. You pecked her lips one more time before you wrapped your arms around her.

“I love you” You muttered tiredly, feeling comfortable and warm when your girlfriend cuddled into you.

“Love you too” A yawn left her lips “Dream of me” She mumbled before she fell asleep on top of you. 

When do I not dream of you?

[starlightsuffered]

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Info - breeding kink, soft Dom, stress, pillow princess reader, trying to get pregnant, cock warming, cream pie, unprotected sex, sub space

I'd had such a terrible day. Stress at every turn. I wished desperately that I was in Timothée's arms but I had to make do with texting him. He'd had to work late every day this week. I had no reason to think today would be different.

I slumped into the house. I was almost happy Timothée wasn't home. We were trying to get pregnant. I didn't have the energy to be sexy right now.

However, when I turned on the living room lights there he was. He was naked and had a rose clenched between his teeth.

"Weady to ake a aby?" He asked, voice distorted from the rose. I burst into uncontrollable tears.

"Woah!" The word was clear as he dropped the rose and darted forward with worry.

"Angel what's wrong?" He asked.

I didn't even fully know why I was crying. I wiped my eyes and let him hold me close in his arms.

"I'm s-sorry," I sniffled. "I had the worst day. I just can't be sexy for you Timmy. I am so sorry."

"You? Not sexy? That's absolutely impossible," he scoffed. "If you give me the chance I'll show you just how sexy you are."

"You would?" | asked. He was already on his knees slipping my skirt down.

"Baby, just let me take control," he he begged. He was kissing my thighs and then got to my clothed pussy. H kissed it over and over until I was practically a puddle of mush.

"Okay," I said. I slithered down in his arms. He laid me down on the blankets he'd prepared.

"You're so beautiful. So stunning and sexy in every way. Don't ever think you're not everything I want," he said softly. My panties were gone. Next my top and my bra. I felt free and peaceful.

"Mmmmmm," he's buried his head in my stomach and moaned against the skin.

"I can't wait to fill you. To have your stomach grow with a baby. I can't wait to parent with you," he sighed. He drew designs on my stomach. "A baby, with the love of my life."

"Timothée, let me put on lingerie, or ride you or something. You put so much work into-"

"Absolutely not," he protested. "You will lay back and feel good."

"But Timmy I-"

"You will feel good," he growled. He had pinned me down by my wrists and he loomed over me. His dedication to having me feel pleasure was so sexy my hips involuntarily bucked upward.

"There's my girl," he smirked. He kissed down my throat and buried his face in my neck. He slowly guided his cock deep inside my pussy.

"Oh, Timothée," | gasped. The way he thrusted, it couldn't be explained, it refused to be. His hips snapped so deep and yet the strokes were so long, making sure every space of my pussy was filled. There was the sharp loss of fullness and then the euphoria of my heat brimming with his member.

"You feel like a dream, like one I never want to wake up from," he said in a voice laced with such lust I could've become dizzy.

"Timmy, my Timmy, feels so good!" I breathed.

"That's it, that's my girl, doesn't need to do a thing, just let Timothée breed you," he said gently.

"Oh please," I begged. That word had gone right through me.

"Your perfect pussy. You want it to be bred? You want me cumming inside you until you burst. Didn't even have to do a thing for me to spill my seed inside you," he cooed in my ear as he massaged my breasts. I was heaving, my tits lifting into his hands with my breaths so that he could touch them more.

"Timothée, oh, yes," I could hardly speak as I lifted my hips to meet his.

"That's it lover girl. Up and down, just let me slide my cock in and out. I'll breed your womb so deep. I'll fill you with a litter of pups. Every one bred deep in your womb," he was chanting the words like they were holy.

"Oh yes, yes, fill me. I want to be bursting with cum," | pleaded and wrapped my body around his.

"You want my seed to be so plentiful inside you that you're leaking?" He whispered in my ear. His cock was pounding inside me. He went so deep I was surprised I wasn't already pregnant.

He grabbed my jaw and I whimpered as he kissed me deeply. His cock was drilling inside me. I could feel myself slipping into fuzzy sub space. It was only me and him floating on clouds in a land of pure bliss.

"I'm going to breed a litter of pups into you Mon amour," he said darkly. I exploded. I was wailing and my nails dug into his scalp as I brought his head to me to kiss him. He sucked my tongue as he moaned and let loose inside me. He was fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside me. The wet stickiness felt too good to describe.

"Oh Timothée, that was perfect," | heaved.

"Let me take care of you now," he said, making to get up.

"No, no, baby, cork me up a little longer. I really want that huge load to stay inside me and impregnate me," ! begged. He thrusted once more and I moaned.

"Anything for you Angel," he smirked.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Me debating with myself to post this or to let it fester in my computer until the end of creation

Me: It's essentially PwP I can't post that.

Also Me: But it's so good! Your practice works are never usually this good!

Me: ...

Okay yeah, here's some Tera and Kiara smut.

This is NOT CANNON

It is a practice fic that ended up being really good and I peer pressured myself into posting it.

I repeat this is NOT CANNON.

Experimentation

(An Exploration on What If?)

Kiara was over at Tera's house again, she nearly lived there at this point, not even bothering to put away the extra cot anymore and just leaving it set up.

There was a reason for that though, it was probably a dumb reason, but it was a reason.

She was confused, so confused on how she felt about… everything. It was making her sleepless, frustrated. There was something different about her, something that was becoming more and more obvious.

And she'd… thought about something to confirm it.

“Tera.” She started, and the word was so quiet and nervous she was almost certain she'd have to say it again, but Tera heard it, turning from the movie they were watching to her, they were both curled up under the covers, Kiara leaning slightly on her best friend so that they could both see that laptop.

“Hm? Yeah? What's up?” Was the response, purple eyelights turning thier full attention onto white, Kiara felt the nerves build… this was a terrible idea…

“C-can you… show me what it's l-like to-to…” What kind of question was this?! This asinine plan would completely ruin their friendship, for what? To find out of she was really into girls?

“To what? Hey, don't be nervous, you can ask me anything.” Tera smiled, her hand coming down to lightly rest on her shoulder. “Nothing’s gonna make me think you're weird or anything."

Kiara somewhat doubted that.

“To be with… a girl?” She murmurs out, and she's so lucky Tera has great hearing, or maybe unlucky.

Because she blinks and immediately turns the movie off, setting the laptop somewhere on the floor. Her face looking serious.

“What?”

Kiara wants to freeze up or backtrack, maybe even run home and pray Tera would think this was some weird dream.

But she doesn't.

“I-I just. I've been so….c-confused, and-and you're the only one I trust to… do this with. And understand why…” She stammers, her core feeling like it's pounding she's so nervous.

“Confused? About?” The expression painted on Tera's face is not one of disgust, but of concern, her hand reaches down to hold and squeeze her own, butterflies flutter in her chest.

“Dad says I'm… supposed to like boys.” She's never said this out loud before, it feels… good, to let it out.

“You like Rad, don't you?” Tera offers, and Kiara appreciates what she's trying to do.

“I… do. But I-I… I think I feel that way about girls too…” She blushes, it feels so much more real now that it's not just a thought in her head.

“Oh…” Tera smiles, however she feels about it, she doesn't let it show externally. “That's okay, you can feel that way. There's nothing wrong with that.”

Kiara feels herself relax a little at those words, like she needed permission from someone that it was okay. But she wasn't done.

“B-but I'm not s-sure if I do! that's why… I wanna do this.” She explains slowly. “If I… experience it with a girl. With you, then I'll know…”

At this, her best friend gulps.

“There are less… extreme ways to figure yourself out.” She points out softly, it's not judgmental, and she does move closer.

“I know! It's just… I think it's gonna be the thing I need to understand. I don't think just a k-kiss is going to help me…”

She watches her best freind parse this information, taking a shaky breath.

“I'm not- I'm not saying no. I'm just…this is really intimate… and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me if… if you decide it's not what you want.” She replies, it's like she's forcing the words out.

“That's why I came to you… I trust you. And I know no matter w-what… you'll always be my best freind.”

“Of course I will be.” Tera nods softly, and there's a moment of silence.

“Okay.” It's almost a whisper. “We can.”

Kiara feels her core jump at that, she'd almost expected the answer to be no. For the first time in almost the entire conversation, they make eye contact, Tera pulls her up to embrace her.

“But you need to tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable, okay? We can use the color system…” She hums, she's carding through platinum blonde hair and it's such a nice feeling Kiara closes her eyes.

“Color s-system?”

“Mmhm, Green means keep going, Yellow means pause, Red means stop entirely.” Tera explains, she's adjusting them, laying her down softly while she sits near her legs.

“How do you know that?” Kiara asks, and Tera chuckles nervously as she comes to straddle her hips. “I'm… stronger then every other worker drone here, I wanted my partner to be safe with me… if I ever got one.”

“Oh…”

This was literally what Kiara had asked for… Tera above her, sitting straddled over her hips as she's held down by her best freinds strong, scarred hands. Her tail already slinking up to wrap around her leg.

Her expression was focused, nervous- but mostly determined. Her grip was steadying, like it always was.

“Are you sure you want to do this? There are other ways to… find out.” She asks, she's making sure Kiara is comfortable, she's always doing that. And Tera's hand runs lovingly down the rungs of her leg, she feels her chest tighten in response and an almost dizzying feeling invade her processors.

“Y-yeah. I wanna-I wanna know. I want to know what it's l-like.”

“It doesn't have to be with me.” Tera's voice is nearly a whisper, rough and grating- but soothing, Kiara smiles.

“I want it to be…”

Tera nods slowly, her tail tightens around her leg, and her hands begin moving, exploring her lower body, scraping the tips of her claws across the emaculate metal.

Her core pounds, it's like a live wire hooked directly into her inputs, something completely breathless escapes her throat, and Tera looks surprised, before she smiles softly.

“I'm not sure anyone else is going to have claws Kia.” She hums, leaning down farther, her weight pressing down on her, she's trapped; but it's where she wants to be.

And she can't bring herself to respond either, not with that warmth and those eyes peircing into her, like Tera could see into her very core. All she can do instead is whine softly when the sensation suddenly stops.

“Color.” Tera hums, hands falling to squeeze lightly at her hips- and she feels lightheaded.

“G-Green. K-keep going.” It takes everything in her for that not to sound like begging.

And so she continues, claws now lightly scraping up and down her arms, as she hears the girl purr gently above her, shivers of delight climb up every rung until they make contact with her core; another, muted breathy noise is dragged out of her mouth.

Her best freind grabs her hand, thumbing a circle into it as she leans down, hot breath tickling her neck that had her swallowing in anticipation, Tera was close enough now to feel her radiating body heat, to hear her breaths that were shaky yet steady and grounding.

Lips make contact with the metal, and immediately something warm blooms from the area, Tera's hand in hers interlock with her fingers as chaste kisses are placed up and down her neck and jaw, the subtle feeling of fangs brushing against thin tubing- and she can't keep her eyes open anymore, her eyes close as a blistering tounge is pressed against her cold plating.

“Mmh~” She squirms, heat beginning to bloom out from her core in a way she was unfamiliar with, And the breathy laugh that escapes the woman on top of her only made it hotter.

“You're so sensitive…” She murmurs, and then she's right back to it, kissing and licking up and down the metal, until her fangs are scraping down her neck and she shudders at the way electricity seemed to spark between every contact.

When she pulls back she's breathing more heavily, chest rising and falling as the lungs she's been given by the solver supplemented her overworked fans.

She's hovering over Kia's face, hesitant to close the gap between them. It made sense… they had never kissed before.

It was probably extremely weird that they were in this moment without having done that before. But until about a hour ago, doing anything like this had seemed completely impossible. To both of them.

“K-kiss me… please.” Kiara mouths, and it surprises the both of them. Tera gains a violet fluster that's so… so cute, her hand rises to cup her cheek, thumbing over the seam of her visor and then- licks her lips.

Watching it takes her breath away, and takes everything else when their lips meet.

She tastes vaguely of oil, which was to be expected, but Kiara found it strangly addicting. Tera's lips moved against her own in ways that had her breathing coming out in pants. She tried to keep up- to copy her movements; and she got louder purring in response.

After a moment, Tera pulls back, head resting on her forehead with a glazed over look in her eyes, Kiara's hand moves to her chest, she can feel Tera's core beating almost out of her chest.

She wants more…

Kiara leans forward to press their lips together again and she can feel the woman above her tense before melting, pressing deeper into her. A tongue swipes at her lip, requesting entrance, and Kiara doesn't even hesitate for a moment before opening her mouth to accept the intrusion.

Tera holds her tighter as her long tongue invades her mouth, she's genuinely caught off gaurd with how long it is, but can't help the groan that leaves her when it presses and pulls against her own tongue. Kiara buries one of her hands in soft black locks, bringing her in deeper.

Tera makes a low groan when she accidentally pulls on her hair; and so she does it again slightly harder, in response, she feels sharp fangs prick her lip and a low growl escape from her best freind. and they pull back again.

They're both panting, a string of saliva leaves breaks between them and Kiara feels the heat in her visor increase at the sight of her best freind looking over her hungerly, fangs bared as her mouth was slightly open.

When she leans back in, the kiss is different, desperate and sloppy as she feels hands begin to slide down the back of her dress, trying to find a zipper. Kiara flushes, something hot beginning to burn through her as she pulls off flannel and throws it to the floor. She feels Tera's tail coil and vibrate around her leg as it attempted to wag but had nowhere to go.

Tera finds the zipper and pulls, and she feels her dress loosen around her figure, her breath hitches as she goes from her lips being assaulted to her neck again, transforming from kisses to nipping and sucking.

“Tera~” She moans when she bites particularly hard, sending embarrassed butterflies and burning heat into her core as she feels Tera react to her name, a low groan leaves the solver drones mouth and she shudders.

“C-color?” Tera breaths against sensitive plating, and Kiara feels the room spin.

“Green, please~”

Her dress begins to come off, Tera pushing it down farther and farther until it's down around her ankles and hitting the floor… Kiara attempts to cover herself out of habit, but Tera is smiling down at her.

“Don't hide yourself… you're beautiful.” She hums and pins both her hands back above her head, the free hand tracing down the slight raise of her chest and down the rubber midsection before she begins another round of searing kisses all over her exposed body, savoring every single moment, every sound and every taste.

Kiara can't breathe, all she can feel are the little shocks of pleasure every time those lips make contact with a different part of her body, the lingering thought that this was only a way to prove her sexuality was tossed squarely out the window- this was for them, both of them.

Kiara struggles to pull the last peice of clothing off Tera, the tank top tight fitting. But she eventually manages with a little help from the girl herself; it exposes the patchwork of scars that litter her body, some only hairline, others garish black marks that went down along porcelain white.

With them both exposed, there's a lull in movement as they took each other in, Kiara knew Tera had a lot of scars, but she had more then she had anticipated, she reached for one that swiped across her core, scraping her finger against blackened silicone.

Tera whimpered and twitched as the scar was handled, something that had been entirely foreign so far, emboldened, Kiara's hands began to roam over all of them, tracing the marks in reverence.

“Kia~” Her name falls out of her mouth like she was sitting in church, and Kiara feels her mouth go entirely dry, a smile making it's way to her face.

“You're… sensitive too.” Kiara hums, hand resting on her shoulders as she laughs, she doesn't expect Tera to pull her up into her lap, hands running across her back and through her hair.

Tera starts by softly pressing the glass covering of her core with her own, and both of them buck their hips at once at the contact, the friction amplifying the feeling.

“Oh god~ hah~” Kiara really didn’t expect the feeling to be that overwhelming. Her body trembled as Tera rolled her hips so that there cores would make contact again, the jolt was just as dizzying the second time.

“F-fuck…” Tera moaned, the strength and confidence she'd displayed thus far melting away into vulnerability, she buried her head into Kiara's shoulder as Kiara did the same.

“More~ please~ ah-” Kiara begged, her core was throbbing with need, mouth stuck open as gasps escaped them.

“Mm~ Yeah…” Tera mumbled back, setting a gentle rhythm with her hips as they clacked together, cores glowing brighter and brighter each time they rubbed together. It felt so good.

Kiara found her hand grabbing at the base of Tera's tail, pulling it firmly and stroking it in time with every grind of their hips.

“Oh*!*~ F-fuck Kia! Mmph!~ N-not there! ah~”

But she didn't stop her, instead her head went back as she gasped and moaned in pleasure as Kiara played with her tail, the rhythm beginning to be lost for the sake of more friction.

All she could think about was more more, oh god please more.

She felt Tera reach behind her, trembling with ecstasy as a particularly loud moan broke through the cacophony of pleasured sounds, along with a small click of a hatch opening. A port being exposed above Tera's core.

With another few sloppy grinds, Kiara yelped out in pleasure and her hatch opened as well, and Tera finally stopped with a shudder.

Clasped in Tera's hand was a linking cable, stiff from never being used before, her breath came out in pants.

“Color?” She asks breathlessly, hand trembling as she barely holds herself back.

Kiara grabbed the receiver end, running her hand along the cable before she plugged it into herself.

“So Green. I need you~”

Tera shivers at that, groaning as she hesitates for only a moment, a settings menu being visible on her visor.

“W-what-?”

“Firewall… we don't want to risk… you know.” Tera breathed out, a reassuring smile on her face. “I'm just updating them quickly… I never thought this would happen so their outdated…”

Kiara smiled, Tera was always thinking ahead no matter what. The update finished quickly, and Tera breathed out a shaky nervous breath. “Brace yourself.”

She plugged the donor end into herself, and they both froze as code mixed and sensations bled together, Kiara fell backwards and Tera fell with her, the sensation of melding systems being almost enough to send them both into reboot.

Kiara was hit with the most powerful feeling of love she'd ever felt. It was like the bulk of Tera's code was made of it. Tears came into her eyes as she finally- finally understood, it was like everything perfectly clicked into place.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It was being written in the empty spaces of her code, being felt in her processors, being proven in her core.

I love you, I love you, I love you

It was being streamed from the universe, from the ocean of purple code, from the core of her best freind.

I love you too.

She wrote back, not just once, but over and over and over again, hands interlocked and lips made contact as every internal and external feeling was amplified to it's utter maximum.

“Kia… Kia! KIA! AHG~!” Tera’s voice broke through independently from their conjoined systems, working up to an overload that would undoubtedly bring them both into a soft reboot.

“Tera!~” Kiara felt an explosion of junk data enter her core, broken up by the firewall to be rendered unusable by her own system, but that didn't matter, it was still an intense amount of data that she simply couldn't deal with.

With a shuddering final moan, she shut off, Tera following a split second after as they both collapsed in a heap.

_

Tera was the first to come back online, groaning as her limbs felt fuzzy and her head felt like lead, she was laying on something cool and smelled like fresh linens.

She sat up as much as she could before a wire trapped her in, and she blinked.

Oh. Oh that wasn't a dream, that really just happened.

“Kiara?” She asked, lifting up the girls visor to see the overload error. She sighed in relief and slowly unhooked them, throwing the linking cable haphazardly back into her nightstand drawer.

She wrapped herself around the smaller figure, pulling her into her chest and resting her head on tip of hers, she had a feeling that when she woke up, they would be having another conversation, but for now it was best to enjoy this moment.

Tera kissed the top of her Forehead, purring in contentment, she knew why…

Her mate was in her arms… where she belonged.

[taylor-on-your-dash]

WRITING OF FOLKLORE & EVERMORE TIMELINE

“I used to put all these parameters on myself like, ‘How will this song sound in a stadium? How will this song sound on radio?’ If you take away all the parameters, what do you make? And I guess the answer is... folklore.”

December 18, 2019: Taylor records my tears ricochet. On folklore: long pond sessions, she confirms that my tears ricochet was the first song written for TS8 and she knew right away that it would take the 5th spot on the track list.

“I found myself being very triggered by any stories, movies, or narratives revolving around divorce, which felt weird because I haven't experienced it directly. There's no reason it should cause me so much pain, but all of a sudden it felt like something I had been through. I think that happens any time you've been in a 15-year relationship and it ends in a messy, upsetting way. So I wrote "My Tears Ricochet" and I was using a lot of imagery that I had conjured up while comparing a relationship ending to when people end an actual marriage. All of a sudden this person that you trusted more than anyone in the world is the person that can hurt you the worst. Then all of a sudden the things that you have been through together, hurt. All of a sudden, the person who was your best friend is now your biggest nemesis, etc. etc. etc. I think I wrote some of the first lyrics to that song after watching Marriage Story and hearing about when marriages go wrong and end in such a catastrophic way. So these songs are in some ways imaginary, in some ways not, and in some ways both. It’s definitely one of the saddest songs on the album. Picking a ‘Track Five’ is sort of a pressurized decision but I knew from day one this was probably going to be it. It’s a song about karma, about greed, about how somebody could be your best friend and your companion and your most trusted person in your life and then they could go and become your worst enemy who knows how to hurt you because they were once your most trusted person. Writing this song, it kind of occurred to me that in all of the superhero stories the hero’s greatest nemesis is the villain that used to be his best friend. When you think about that, you think about how there’s this beautiful moment in the beginning of a friendship where these people have no idea that one day, they’ll hate each other and try to take each other out. I mean, that’s really sad and terrible.”

March 5-12, 2020: Band rehearsals for Lover Fest. The band rehearsed 32 songs and Taylor sings on a few.

March 11, 2020: Taylor lands in LA. She'll stay there for the whole lockdown until May 22nd.

March 19, 2020: The state of California issue a stay-at-home order. The lockdown starts. During the Eras Tour, Taylor says that she started writing songs with Jack soon after. It's possible that illicit affairs and august were two of the first songs, as Taylor confirmed that august was the first song she wrote for the Love Triangle. This first version of august doesn't include the bridge.

[Taylor about illicit affairs] This was the first album that I’ve ever let go of that need to be 100 percent autobiographical because I think I needed to do that. I felt like fans needed to hear a 'stripped from the headlines' account of my life and it actually ended up being a bit confining. Because there’s so much more to writing songs than just what you’re feeling and your singular storyline. And I think this was spurred on by the fact that I was watching movies every day, I was reading books every day, I was thinking about other people every day. I was kind of outside my own, personal stuff. I think that’s been my favorite thing about this album: that it’s allowed to exist on its own merit without it just being, ‘Oh, people are listening to this because it tells them something that they could read in a tabloid’. It feels like a completely different experience.

[Taylor about august] In my head, I’ve been calling the girl from ‘august’ either Augusta or Augustine. What happened in my head was: ‘cardigan’ is Betty’s perspective from 20 or 30 years later, looking back on this love that was this tumultuous thing. I think Betty and James ended up together. So in my head, she ends up with him but he really put her through it. ‘august’ was obviously about the girl that James had this summer with. She seems like she’s a bad girl, but really she’s not. She’s a really sensitive person who fell for him and she was trying to seem cool and like she didn’t care because that’s what girls have to do. And she was trying to let him think that she didn’t care, but she did and she thought they had something very real. And then he goes back to Betty. So the idea that there is some bad, villain girl in any type of situation who ‘takes your man’ is a total myth because that’s not usually the case at all. Everybody has feelings and wants to be seen and loved. And Augustine…that’s all she wanted.

[Taylor] I was really excited about "August slipped away into a moment of time/August sipped away like a bottle of wine." That was a song where Jack sent me the instrumental and I wrote the song pretty much on the spot; it just was an intuitive thing. And that was actually the first song that I wrote of the "Betty" triangle. So the Betty songs are "August," "Cardigan," and "Betty." "August" was actually the first one, which is strange because it's the song from the other girl's perspective. It would be safe to assume that "Cardigan" would be first, but it wasn't. It was very strange how it happened, but it kind of pieced together one song at a time, starting with "August," where I kind of wanted to explore the element of This is from the perspective of a girl who was having her first brush with love. And then all of a sudden she's treated like she's the other girl, because there was another situation that had already been in place, but "August" girl thought she was really falling in love. It kind of explores the idea of the undefined relationship. As humans, we're all encouraged to just be cool and just let it happen, and don't ask what the relationship is—Are we exclusive? But if you are chill about it, especially when you're young, you learn the very hard lesson that if you don't define something, oftentimes they can gaslight you into thinking it was nothing at all, and that it never happened. And how do you mourn the loss of something once it ends, if you're being made to believe that it never happened at all?

Taylor had previously written down the phrase ‘Meet me behind the mall’ in her phone years ago, wanting to write it into a song.

April 17, 2020: Lover Fest is cancelled. Taylor writes mirrorball and this is me trying shortly after.

MIRRORBALL

On folklore there are a lot of songs that reference each other or have lyrical parallels and one of the ones that I like is the entire song 'this is me trying' then being referenced again in ‘mirrorball,’ which is, ‘I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try’. Sometimes when I’m writing to an instrumental track I’ll push ‘Play’ and I’ll immediately see a scene set and this was one of those cases. I just saw a lonely disco ball, twinkly lights, neon signs, people drinking beer by the bar, a couple of stragglers on the dance floor. Sort of a sad, moonlit, lonely experience in the middle of a town you’ve never been. I was just thinking that we have mirrorballs in the middle of a dance floor because they reflect light, they are broken a million times and that’s what makes them so shiny. We have people like that in society, too. They hang there and every time they break it entertains us. And when you shine a light on them it’s this glittering, fantastic thing. But then, a lot of the time when the spotlight isn’t on them they’re just still there, up on that pedestal but no one is watching them. It was a metaphor for celebrity but it’s also a metaphor for so many people. Everybody has to feel like they have to be ‘on’ for certain people. You have to be different versions of yourself for different people. Different versions at work, different versions around friends. Different versions of yourself around different friends. A different version of yourself around family. Everybody feels that they have to be in some ways duplicitous and that’s part of the human experience. But it’s also exhausting. And you learn that every one of us has the ability to become a shapeshifter. But what does that do to us?

THIS IS ME TRYING

“I’ve been thinking about people who are either suffering through mental illness, addiction or who have an everyday struggle. No one pats them on the back every day but every day they are actively fighting something. There are so many days that nobody gives them credit for that and so, how often must somebody who’s in that sort of internal struggle wanna say to everyone in the room: ‘You have no idea how close I am to going back to a dark place.’ I had this idea that the first verse would be about someone who is in a life crisis and has just been trying and failing in their relationship, has been messing things up with people they love, has been letting everyone down and has driven to this overlook, this cliff, and is just in the car, going, ‘I could do whatever I want in this moment and it could affect everything forever.’ But this person backs up and drives home. The second verse is about someone who felt like they had a lot of potential in their life. I feel like there are a lot of mechanisms for us in our school days, in high school or college, to excel and to be patted on the back for something. And then a lot of people get out of school and there are less abilities for them to get gold stars. Then you have to make all these decisions and you have to pave your own way. There’s no set class course you can take. I think a lot of people feel really swept up in that. And so I was thinking about this person who is really lost in life and then starts drinking…and every second is trying not to.”

March/April 2020: the lakes was also done remotely, but written before Taylor started collaborating with Aaron, placing it between March and April 2020:

[Taylor] “We’d gone to the Lake District in England a couple years ago. In the 19th century you had a lot of poets like William Wordsworth and John Keats who’d spend a lot of time there. And there was a poet district, these artists that moved there. They were heckled for it and made fun of for being these eccentrics and kind of odd artists who decided that they just wanted to live there. I remember thinking, ‘I could see this.’ You live in a cottage and you got wisteria growing up the outside of it…of course they escaped like that. And they had their own community of other artists who’d done the same thing. I’ve always, in my career since I was probably about twenty, written about this cottage backup plan that I have. I have been writing about that forever. I went to William Wordsworth’s grave and just sat there and I was like, ‘Wow. He went and did it.’ And you kept writing but you didn’t subscribe to the things that were killing you. And that’s really the overarching thing that I felt when I was writing folklore: I may not be able to go to The Lakes right now – or to go anywhere – but I’m going there in my head. The escape plan is working.”

[Jack] On one of my favorite songs on folklore, “The Lakes,” there was this big orchestral version, and Taylor was like, “Eh, make it small.” I had gotten lost in the string arrangements and all this stuff, and I took everything out. I was just like, “Oh, my God!” We were not together because that record was made [remotely], but I remember being in the studio alone like, “Holy shit, this is so perfect.”

This version of the lakes was released on folklore's first anniversary.

April 24, 2020: For his birthday, Aaron Dessner goes on an Instagram Live where he plays a bunch of songs including “Gaite” aka “happiness” and “Stella”, like his daughter, aka “invisible string”

April 27-28, 2020: Taylor contacts Aaron Dessner and asks him to work with her. He sends her a folder of instrumental tracks he had recorded over the years. The first one that inspires Taylor is called “Maple” which will become cardigan. She sends back a voice memo, and right after, she posts a selfie on Instagram with the caption “Not a lot going on at the moment”. What a troll.

[Taylor] The song is about a long lost romance, and why young love is often fixed so permanently within our memories. When looking back on it, why it leaves such an incredible mark and how special it made you feel; all the good things it made you feel, all the pain that it made you feel... The line about feeling like you were an old cardigan under someone's bed, but someone put you on and made you feel like you were their favorite.

[Aaron] That’s the first song we wrote. After Taylor asked if I would be interested in writing with her remotely and working on songs, I said, “Are you interested in a certain kind of sound?” She said, “I’m just interested in what you do and what you’re up to. Just send anything, literally anything, it could be the weirdest thing you’ve ever done,” so I sent a folder of stuff I had done that I was really excited about recently. “cardigan” was one of those sketches; it was originally called “Maple.” It was basically exactly what it is on the record, except we added orchestration later that my brother wrote. I sent [the file] at 9 p.m., and around 2 a.m. or something, there was “cardigan,” fully written. That’s when I realized something crazy was happening. She just dialed directly into the heart of the music and wrote an incredible song and fully conceived of it and then kept going. It harkens back to lessons learned, or experiences in your youth, in a really beautiful way and this sense of longing and sadness, but ultimately, it’s cathartic. I thought it was a perfect match for the music, and how her voice feels. It was kind of a guide. It had these lower register parts, and I think we both realized that this was a bit of a lightning rod for a lot of the rest of the record.

[Taylor] “The quality that really confounded me about Aaron’s instrumental tracks is that to me, they were immediately, intensely visual,” Swift wrote in an email. “As soon as I heard the first one, I understood why he calls them ‘sketches.’ The first time I heard the track for ‘Cardigan,’ I saw high heels on cobblestones. I knew it had to be about teenage miscommunications and the loss of what could’ve been. I’ve always been so curious about people with synesthesia, who see colors or shapes when they hear music. The closest thing I’ve ever experienced is seeing an entire story or scene play out in my head when I hear Aaron Dessner’s instrumental tracks.”

Aaron Dessner shared a screenshot from when Taylor sent him back cardigan.

April 29-30, 2020: Taylor writes seven and peace. seven is the only song that was entirely recorded at Long Pond.

SEVEN

[Aaron] This is the second song we wrote. It’s kind of looking back at childhood and those childhood feelings, recounting memories and memorializing them. It’s this beautiful folk song. It has one of the most important lines on the record: “And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.” That’s what this album is doing. It’s passing down. It’s memorializing love, childhood, and memories. It’s a folkloric way of processing.

PEACE

[Taylor] “I think this is a song that is extremely personal to me. There are times when I feel like with everything that’s in my control, I can make myself seem like someone who doesn’t have an abnormal life and I try that every day. It’s like, 'How do I make my friends, and family, and my loved ones not see this big elephant that’s in the room for our normal life?' Because I don’t want the elephant in the room. If you’re gonna be in my life I feel like there’s a certain amount that comes with it that I can’t stop from happening. I can’t stop from you getting a call in the morning that says, ‘The tabloids are writing this today.’ I can’t help it if there’s a guy with a camera two miles away with a telescope lense taking pictures of you. I can’t stop those things from happening. And so this song was basically like, ‘Is it enough? Is the stuff that I can control enough to block out the things that I can’t?' So it makes me really emotional to hear this song.

[Taylor] To know that a lot of people related to it who aren’t talking about the same things that I’m talking about. They’re talking about human complexity. It’s about someone who you wanna provide with peace, someone you love, so you want them to have as much peace in their life as possible and reconciling the fact that you might not be their best option for that. But is it still a deal they wanna take?

[Taylor to Paul McCartney] peace is actually more rooted in my personal life. I know you have done a really excellent job of this in your personal life: carving out a human life within a public life, and how scary that can be when you do fall in love and you meet someone, especially if you’ve met someone who has a very grounded, normal way of living. I, oftentimes, in my anxieties, can control how I am as a person and how normal I act and rationalize things, but I cannot control if there are 20 photographers outside in the bushes and what they do and if they follow our car and if they interrupt our lives. I can’t control if there’s going to be a fake weird headline about us in the news tomorrow.

[Aaron] “I wrote this, and Justin provided the pulse. We trade ideas all the time and he made a folder, and there was a pulse in there that I wrote these bass lines to. In the other parts of the composition, I did it to Justin’s pulse. Taylor heard this sketch and she wrote the song. It reminds me of Joni Mitchell, in a way — there’s this really powerful and emotional love song, even the impressionistic, almost jazz-like bridge, and she weaves it perfectly together. This is one of my favorites, for sure. But the truth is that the music, that way of playing with harmonized bass lines, is something that probably comes a little bit from me being inspired by how Justin does that sometimes. There’s probably a connection there. We didn’t talk too much about it [laughs]. The song “peace” — when she wrote that, it was just a harmonized bass and a pulse. She wrote this incredible love song to it that’s one vocal take.”

May 2020: Taylor and Aaron spend the entire month writing all the songs on folklore.

EXILE (FT. BON IVER)

Taylor and William Bowery, the singer-songwriter, wrote that song initially together and sent it to me as a sort of a rough demo where Taylor was singing both the male and female parts. It’s supposed to be a dialogue between two lovers. I interpreted that and built the song, played the piano, and built around that template. We recorded Taylor’s vocals with her singing her parts but also the male parts. We talked a lot about who she thought would be perfect to sing, and we kept coming back to Justin [Vernon]. Obviously, he’s a dear friend of mine and collaborator. I said, “Well, if he’s inspired by the song, he’ll do it, and if not, he won’t.” I sent it to him and said, “No pressure at all, literally no pressure, but how do you feel about this?” He said, “Wow.” He wrote some parts into it also, and we went back and forth a little bit, but it felt like an incredibly natural and safe collaboration between friends. It didn’t feel like getting a guest star or whatever. It was just like, well, we’re working on something, and obviously he’s crazy talented, but it just felt right. I think they both put so much raw emotion into it. It’s like a surface bubbling. It’s believable, you know? You believe that they’re having this intense dialogue. With other people I had to be secretive, but with Justin, because he was going to sing, I actually did send him a version of the song with her vocals and told him what I was up to. He was like, “Whoa! Awesome!” But he’s been involved in so many big collaborative things that he wasn’t interested in it from that point of view. It’s more because he loved the song and he thought he could do something with it that would add something.

[Taylor on exile] “Exile was a song that was written about miscommunications in relationships, and in the case of this song I imagine that the miscommunications ended the relationship - that they led to sort of the demise of this love affair. And now these two people are seeing each other out for the first time and they keep miscommunicating with each other, they can’t quite get on the same page, they never were able to. So even in their end, even after they’ve broken up they’re still not hearing each other, so we imagined that the beginning of it would be his side of the story, second verse would be her side of the story, and then the end would be sort of them talking over each other and not listening to the other, sort of like an argument. Yeah, I’m really stoked about how it turned out because it really does seem like this sort of tragedy of two people, two ships passing in the night.”

[Joe Alwyn] Alwyn doesn’t consider himself a musician or songwriter and insists that he is, in fact, an awful singer. He was merely “messing around” on the piano when Swift heard and walked over, intrigued. He had been singing the fully formed first verse to the song that became “Exile.”. “It was completely off the cuff, an accident,” he says, shrugging. “She said, ‘Can we try and sit down and get to the end together?’ And so we did. It was as basic as some people made sourdough.” I’d probably had a drink and was just stumbling around the house. We couldn’t decide on a film to watch that night, and she was like, ‘Do you want to try and finish writing that song you were singing earlier?’ And so we got a guitar and did that. I press him on this point — he wrote an entire verse to a Taylor Swift song without trying? “Who doesn’t walk around the house singing?” he asks. I explain that it’s unusual for hit songs to spring forth like that from non-musicians’ heads. He says he wasn’t trying to write to Swift’s personal sound but had been listening to a lot of the National.

[Aaron] It was Taylor’s idea to approach [Justin Vernon]. I sent him Taylor’s voice memo of her singing both parts, and he got really excited and loved the song and then he wrote the extra part in the bridge.

INVISIBLE STRING

[Taylor] When I first heard the track that [Aaron] sent me I thought, ‘I have to write something that matches it’. And pretty quickly I came upon the idea of fate. ‘Cause sometimes I just go into a rabbit hole of thinking about how things happen and I love the romantic idea that every step you’re taking, you’re taking one step closer to what you’re supposed to be, guided by this little invisible string. I wrote it right after I sent an ex a baby gift and I just remember thinking, 'This is a full signifier that life is great!'

[Aaron] That was another one where it was music that I’d been playing for a couple of months and sort of humming along to her. It felt like one of the songs that pulls you along. Just playing it on one guitar, it has this emotional locomotion in it, a meditative finger-picking pattern that I really gravitate to. It’s played on this rubber bridge that my friend put on [the guitar] and it deadens the strings so that it sounds old. The core of it sounds like a folk song. It’s also kind of a sneaky pop song, because of the beat that comes in. She knew that there was something coming because she said, “You know, I love this and I’m hearing something already.” And then she said, “This will change the story,” this beautiful and direct kind of recounting of a relationship in its origin.

MAD WOMAN

[Taylor] [“mad woman” has] these ominous strings underneath it and I was like, ‘Oh, this is female rage.' And then I was thinking the most rage provoking element of being a female is the gaslighting that happens. For centuries, we were just expected to absorb male behavior silently. And oftentimes, when we – in our enlightened and emboldened state – now respond to bad male behavior or somebody just doing something that’s absolutely out of line and we respond, that response is treated like the offense itself. There’s been situations recently with someone who’s very guilty of this in my life and it’s a person who makes me feel (or tries to make me feel) like I’m the offender by having any kind of defense to his offenses. It’s like I have absolutely no right to respond or I’m crazy. I have no right to respond or I’m angry. I have no right to respond or I’m out of line. So [Aaron] provided the musical bed for me to make that point that I’ve been trying so hard to figure out how to make…How do I say why this feels so bad?

[Aaron] That might be the most scathing song on folklore. It has a darkness that I think is cathartic, sort of witch-hunting and gaslighting and maybe bullying. Sometimes you become the person people try to pin you into a corner to be, which is not really fair. But again, don’t quote me on that [laughs], I just have my own interpretation. It’s one of the biggest releases on the album to me. It has this very sharp tone to it, but sort of in gothic folklore. It’s this record’s goth song.

EPIPHANY

[Taylor] I remember thinking, ‘Maybe I wanna write a sports story.’ Because I had just watched The Last Dance and I was thinking all in terms of sports, and winners, and underdogs. But actually, what I had been doing really frequently up until that point was I had been doing a lot of research on my grandfather who fought in World War II at Guadalcanal, which was an extremely bloody battle. And he never talked about it. Not with his sons, not with his wife. Nobody got to hear about what happened there. So my dad and his brothers did a lot of digging and found out that my granddad was exposed to some of the worst situations you could ever imagine as a human being. So I kind of tried to imagine what would happen in order to make you just never be able to speak about something. And when I was thinking about that I realized that there are people right now taking a twenty minute break in between shifts at a hospital who are having this kind of trauma happen to them right now, that they probably will never wanna speak about. And so I thought that this is an opportunity to maybe tell that story. I often feel that there have been times in my life where things have fallen apart so methodically, and I couldn’t control how things were going wrong, and nothing I did stopped it. I just felt like I’d been pushed out a plane and I was scratching on the air on the way down. I just felt like the universe was doing its thing. It was just dismantling my life and there was nothing I could do. And this is a weird situation where – ever since I started making music with [Aaron] – I felt like that was the universe forcing things to fall into place perfectly and there’s nothing I could do. It’s one of those weird things that makes you think about life a lot. This lockdown could’ve been a time where I absolutely lost my mind and instead I think this album was a real floatation device for both of us.

[Aaron] For epiphany, she did have this idea of a beautiful drone, or a very cinematic sort of widescreen song, where it’s not a lot of accents but more like a sea to bathe in. A stillness, in a sense. I first made this crazy drone which starts the song, and it’s there the whole time. It’s lots of different instruments played and then slowed down and reversed. It created this giant stack of harmony, which is so giant that it was kind of hard to manage, sonically, but it was very beautiful to get lost in. And then I played the piano to it, and it almost felt classical or something, those suspended chords. I think she just heard it, and instantly, this song came to her, which is really an important one. It’s partially the story of her grandfather, who was a soldier, and partially then a story about a nurse in modern times. I don’t know if this is how she did it, but to me, it’s like a nurse, doctor, or medical professional, where med school doesn’t fully prepare you for seeing someone pass away or just the difficult emotional things that you’ll encounter in your job. In the past, heroes were just soldiers. Now they’re also medical professionals. To me, that’s the underlying mission of the song. There are some things that you see that are hard to talk about. You can’t talk about it. You just bear witness to them. But there’s something else incredibly soothing and comforting about this song. To me, it’s this Icelandic kind of feel, almost classical. My brother did really beautiful orchestration of it.

BETTY

[Aaron] This one Taylor and William wrote, and then both Jack and I worked on it. We all kind of passed it around. This is the one where Taylor wanted a reference. She wanted it to have an early Bob Dylan, sort of a Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan feel. We pushed it a little more towards John Wesley Harding, since it has some drums. It’s this epic narrative folk song where it tells us a long story and connects back to “cardigan.” It starts to connect dots and I think it’s a beautifully written folk song.

[Taylor] I just heard Joe singing the entire fully formed chorus of ‘betty’ from another room. And I was just like, ‘Hello.’ It was a step that we would never have taken, because why would we have ever written a song together? So this was the first time we had a conversation where I came in and I was like, 'Hey, this could be really weird, and we could hate this, so because we’re in quarantine and there’s nothing else going on, could we just try to see what it’s like if we write this song together?' So he was singing the chorus of it, and I thought it sounded really good from a man’s voice, from a masculine perspective. And I really liked that it seemed to be an apology. I’ve written so many songs from a female’s perspective of wanting a male apology that we decided to make it from a teenage boy’s perspective apologizing after he loses the love of his life because he’s been foolish.

[James] has lost the love of his life basically and doesn't understand how to get it back. I think we all have these situations in our lives where we learn to really, really give a heartfelt apology for the first time. Everybody makes mistakes, everybody really messes up sometimes and this is a song that I wrote from the perspective of a 17-year-old boy. I've always loved that in music you can kinda slip into different identities and you can sing from other people's perspectives. So that's what I did on this one," the superstar explained of the song's premise, before revealing, "I named all the characters in this story after my friends' kids... and I hope you like it!

[Joe Alwyn] I’d probably had a drink and was just stumbling around the house. We couldn’t decide on a film to watch that night, and she was like, ‘Do you want to try and finish writing that song you were singing earlier?’ And so we got a guitar and did that.” Initially, Alwyn didn’t want his name credited, anticipating that what he describes as the “clickbait conversation” would distract people from actually listening to the music. So he went by William Bowery as a nod to his music-composer great-grandfather and the Manhattan street.

[Taylor] With ‘betty,’ Jack Antonoff would text me these articles and think pieces and in-depth Tumblr posts on what this love triangle meant to the person who had listened to it. And that’s exactly what I was hoping would happen with this album. I wrote these stories for a specific reason and from a specific place about specific people that I imagined, but I wanted that to all change given who was listening to it. And I wanted it to start out as mine and become other people’s. It’s been really fun to watch.

THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY

[Taylor] When [Aaron] sent me the track to ‘the last great american dynasty’ I had been wanting to write a song about Rebekah Harkness since 2013, probably. I’d never figured out the right way to do it because there was never a track that felt like it could hold an entire story of somebody’s life and moving between generations. When I heard that [the track] I was like, ‘Oh my God, I think this is my opening. I think this is my moment. I think I can write the Rebekah Harkness story!' It has that country music narrative device.”

[Aaron] I wrote that after we’d been working for a while. It was an attempt to write something attractive, more uptempo and kind of pushing. I also was interested in this almost In Rainbows-style latticework of electric guitars. They come in and sort of pull you along, kind of reminiscent of Big Red Machine. It was very much in this sound world that I’ve been playing around with, and she immediately clicked with that. Initially I was imagining these dreamlike distant electric guitars and electronics but with an element of folk. There’s a lot going on in that sense. I sent it before I went on a run, and when I got back from the run, that song was there [laughs].She told me the story behind it, which sort of recounts the narrative of Rebekah Harkness, whom people actually called Betty. She was married to the heir of Standard Oil fortune, married into the Harkness family, and they bought this house in Rhode Island up on a cliff. It’s kind of the story of this woman and the outrageous parties she threw. She was infamous for not fitting in, entirely, in society; that story, at the end, becomes personal. Eventually, Taylor bought that house. I think that is symptomatic of folklore, this type of narrative song. We didn’t do very much to that either.

[Taylor] “Anyone who's been there before knows that I do 'The Tour,' where I show everyone through the house. And I tell them different anecdotes about each room, because I've done that much research on this house and this woman. So in every single room, there's a different anecdote about Rebekah Harkness. If you have a mixed group of people who've been there before and people who haven't, [the people who’ve been there] are like, "Oh, she's going to do the tour. She's got to tell you the story about how the ballerinas used to practice on the lawn.” And they'll go get a drink and skip it because it's the same every time. But for me, I'm telling the story with the same electric enthusiasm, because it's just endlessly entertaining to me that this fabulous woman lived there. She just did whatever she wanted.”

Dessner and Swift were working intensively and at high speed throughout 2020, so much so that on one occasion the producer sent the singer a track and went out for a run in the countryside around Long Pond. By the time he got back, Swift had already written ‘the last great american dynasty’ and it was waiting for him in his inbox.

Late May/Early June 2020: Taylor sends Aaron the last two folklore songs, the 1 and hoax.

[Aaron] “the 1” and “hoax,” the first song and the last song, were the last songs we did. The album was sort of finished before that. We thought it was complete, but Taylor then went back into the folder of ideas that I had shared. I think in a way, she didn’t realize she was writing for this album or a future something. She wrote “the 1,” and then she wrote “hoax” a couple of hours later and sent them in the middle of the night. When I woke up in the morning, I wrote her before she woke up in LA and said, “These have to be on the record.” She woke up and said, “I agree” [laughs]. These are the bookends, you know?It’s clear that “the 1” is not written from her perspective. It’s written from another friend’s perspective. There’s an emotional wryness and rawness, while also to this kind of wink in her eyes. There’s a little bit of her sense of humor in there, in addition to this kind of sadness that exists both underneath and on the surface. I enjoy that about her writing. The song [began from] the voice memo she sent me, and then I worked on the music some and we tracked her vocals, and then my brother added orchestration. There are a few other little bits, but basically that was one of the very last things we did. [Hoax] is a big departure. I think she said to me, “Don’t try to give it any other space other than what feels natural to you.” If you leave me in a room with a piano, I might play something like this. I take a lot of comfort in this. I think I imagined her playing this and singing it. After writing all these songs, this one felt the most emotional and, in a way, the rawest. It is one of my favorites. There’s sadness, but it’s a kind of hopeful sadness. It’s a recognition that you take on the burden of your partners, your loved ones, and their ups and downs. That’s both “peace” and “hoax” to me. That’s part of how I feel about those songs because I think that’s life. There’s a reality, the gravity or an understanding of the human condition.

[Taylor on the 1] I think, ‘I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit, been saying 'Yes' instead of 'No’ has a double meaning. Opening the album with that line applies to the situation that this song is written about where you’re updating a former lover on what your life is like now and trying to be positive about it. But it was also about where I am creatively. I’m just saying ‘Yes’, I’m just putting out an album in the worst time you could put one out, I’m just making stuff with someone who I’ve always wanted to make stuff with, as long as I’ve been a fan of The National. I’m just going to say 'Yes’ to stuff and it worked out.

[Taylor on hoax] The word ‘hoax’ is another one that I love. I love that is has an ‘x’ and the way it looks and sounds. I think with this song being the last one on the album it kind of embodied all the things that this album was thematically: confessions, incorporating nature, emotional volatility and ambiguity at the same time, love that isn’t just easy. And it’s the most symbolic and poetic thing, listing all these things that this person is to you. That line, ‘You know it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart’ – anyone in my life knows what I’m singing about there but everybody has that situation in their life where you let someone in and they get to know you and they know exactly what buttons to push to hurt you the most. That thing where the scars healed over but there’s still phantom pain. I think the part that sounds like love to me is, ‘Don’t want no other shade of blue but you. No other sadness in the world would do.’ To me that sounds like what love really is. Who would you be sad with? And who would you deal with when they were sad? And like, gray skies every day for months, would you still stay?

[Aaron] We didn’t talk about [the meaning of the album] at first. It was only after writing six or seven songs, basically when I thought my writing was done, when we got on the phone and said, “OK, I think we’re making an album. I have these six other ideas that I love with Jack [Antonoff] that we’ve already done, and I think what we’ve done fits really well with them.” It’s sort of these narratives, these folkloric songs, with characters that interweave and are written from different perspectives. She had a vision, and it was connecting back in some way to the folk tradition, but obviously not entirely sonically. It’s more about the narrative aspect of it. I think it’s this sort of nostalgia and wistfulness that is in a lot of the songs. A lot of them have this kind of longing for looking back on things that have happened in your life, in your friend’s life, or another loved one’s life, and the kind of storytelling around that. That was clear to her. But then we kept going, and more and more songs happened. It was a very organic process where [meaning] wasn’t something that we really discussed. It just kind of would happen where she would dive back into the folder and find other things that were inspiring. Or she and William Bowery would write “exile,” and then that happened. There were different stages of the process.

May 21, 2020: As stated in the folklore: long pond sessions, Taylor started recording the vocals on this day. She also finishes august while in the vocal booth.

[Taylor] In my head, I’ve been calling the girl from ‘august’ either Augusta or Augustine. What happened in my head was: ‘cardigan’ is Betty’s perspective from 20 or 30 years later, looking back on this love that was this tumultuous thing. I think Betty and James ended up together. So in my head, she ends up with him but he really put her through it. ‘august’ was obviously about the girl that James had this summer with. She seems like she’s a bad girl, but really she’s not. She’s a really sensitive person who fell for him and she was trying to seem cool and like she didn’t care because that’s what girls have to do. And she was trying to let him think that she didn’t care, but she did and she thought they had something very real. And then he goes back to Betty. So the idea that there is some bad, villain girl in any type of situation who ‘takes your man’ is a total myth because that’s not usually the case at all. Everybody has feelings and wants to be seen and loved. And Augustine…that’s all she wanted.

She previously had written down the phrase ‘Meet me behind the mall’ in her phone years ago, wanting to write it into a song.

May 22-June 5, 2020: Taylor leaves LA and goes to Upstate New York to touch up some vocals (Betty), and shooting the photoshoot at Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds' house. She also records Carolina at Long Pond. The song was recorded in one take using only instruments available before 1953.

[EW Interview] “I had this idea for the [Folklore album cover] that it would be this girl sleepwalking through the forest in a nightgown in 1830 [laughs]. Very specific. A pioneer woman sleepwalking at night. I made a mood board and sent it to Beth [Garrabrant], who I had never worked with before, who shoots only on film. We were just carrying bags across a field and putting the bags of film down, and then taking pictures. It was a blast. I'd done my hair and makeup and brought some nightgowns. These experiences I was used to having with 100 people on set, commanding alongside other people in a very committee fashion — all of a sudden it was me and a photographer, or me and my DP. It was a new challenge, because I love collaboration. But there's something really fun about knowing what you can do if it's just you doing it.”

[About Carolina] About a year & half ago I wrote a song about the story of a girl who always lived on the outside, looking in. Figuratively & literally. The juxtaposition of her loneliness & independence. Her curiosity & fear all tangled up. Her persisting gentleness & the world’s betrayal of it. I wrote this one alone in the middle of the night and then Aaron Dessner and I meticulously worked on a sound that we felt would be authentic to the moment when this story takes place. I made a wish that one day you would hear it. here The Crawdads Sing is a book I got absolutely lost in when I read it years ago. As soon as I heard there was a film in the works starring the incredible Daisy Edgar-Jones and produced by the brilliant Reese Witherspoon, I knew I wanted to be a part of it from the musical side. I wrote the song “Carolina” alone and asked my friend Aaron Dessner to produce it. I wanted to create something haunting and ethereal to match this mesmerizing story.

June 5, 2020: The Inner Circle posts the Oxford definition of the word folklore: “The traditional beliefs, customs, and stories of a community, passed through the generations by word of mouth.” adding “Taylor, your secret is safe with us.” later that day.

June 16, 2020: The Inner Circle posts the Oxford definition of the word cardigan: “A knitted sweater fastening down the front, typically with long sleeves. (Taylor, your secret remains safe with us. Here at the IC we are anxiously awaiting your big reveal)”

June-July 2020: During June and possibly early July, Aaron and Jon Low mix and master the album. It's a complicated process.

[Aaron] If there was trouble it started to be because of track counts. I probably only used 20 percent of what was actually recorded, ’cause we would try a lot of things, y’know. So, eventually the sessions got kinda crazy and you’d have to deactivate a lot of things and print things. But we got used to that. [...] I think the main thing was I wanted her vocals to have a more full range than maybe you typically hear, because I think a lot of the more pop oriented records are mixed a certain way and they take some of the warmth out of the vocal, so that it’s very bright and it kinda cuts really well on the radio. But she has this wonderful lower warmth frequency in her voice which is particularly important on a song like ‘seven’. If you carved out that mud, y’know, it wouldn’t hit you the same way. Or, like, ‘cardigan’, I think it needs that warmth, the kind of fuller feeling to it. It makes it darker, but to me that’s where a lot of emotion is.

[Aaron on the mixing process] In some instances, the final mix ended up being the never bettered rough mix, while other songs took far more work. “‘cardigan’ is basically the rough, as is ‘seven’. So, like the early, early mixes, when we didn’t even know we were mixing, we never were able to make it better. Like if you make it sound ‘good’, it might not be as good ’cause it loses some of its weird magic, y’know. But songs like ‘the last great american dynasty’ or ‘mad woman’, those songs were a little harder to create the dynamics the way you want them, and the pay off without going too far, and with also just keeping in the kind of aesthetic that we were in. Those were harder, I would say.

[Mixer Jon Low] In the beginning it did not feel real,” recalls Low. “There was this brand new collaboration, and it was amazing how quickly Aaron made these instrumental sketches and Taylor wrote lyrics and melodies to them, which she initially sent to us as iPhone voice memos. During our nightly family dinners in lockdown, Aaron would regularly pull up his phone and say, ‘Listen to this!’ and there would be another voice memo from Taylor with this beautiful song that she had written over a sketch of Aaron’s in a matter of hours. The rate at which it was happening was mind blowing. There was constant elevation, inspiration and just wanting to continue the momentum. “We put her voice memos straight into Pro Tools. They had tons of character, because of the weird phone compression and cutting midrange quality you just would not get when you put someone in front of a pristine recording chain. Plus there was all this bleed. It’s interesting how that dictates the attitude of the vocal and of the song. Even though none of the original voice memos ended up on the albums, they often gave us unexpected hints. These voice memos were such on a whim things, they were really telling. Taylor had certain phrasings and inflections that we often returned to later on. They became our reference points. “Taylor’s voice memos often came with suggestions for how to edit the sketches: maybe throw in a bridge somewhere, shorten a section, change the chords or arrangement somewhere, and so on. Aaron would have similar ideas, and he then developed the arrangements, often with his brother Bryce, adding or replacing instruments. This happened fast, and became very interactive between us and Taylor, even though we were working remotely. When we added instruments, we were reacting to the way my rough mixes felt at the very beginning. Of course, it was also dictated by how Taylor wrote and sang to the tracks.”

[Jon Low on the mixing process] Throughout the entire process we were trying to maintain the original feel. Sometimes this was hard, because that initial rawness would get lost in large arrangements and additional layering. With revisions of folklore in particular we sometimes were losing the emotional weight from earlier more casual mixes. Because I was always mixing, there was also always the danger of over mixing. “We were trying to get the best of each mix version, and sometimes that meant stepping backwards, and grabbing a piano chain from an earlier mix, or going three versions back to before we added orchestration. There were definitely moments of thinking, ‘Is this going to compete sonically? Is this loud enough?’ We knew we loved the way the songs sounded as we were building them, so we stuck with what we knew. There were times where I tried to keep pushing a mix forward but it didn’t improve the song — ‘cardigan’ is an example of a song where we ended up choosing a very early mix.

Fun fact, the released version of exile is the 41st mix. I can't link you a source, you just have to trust me on this one.

July 2020: While folklore is being finished, Taylor continues to write songs. The first two songs, that at first seem like Big Red Machine songs, are dorothea and closure.

[Aaron] A lot more of [evermore] was made from scratch. After Folklore came out, I think Taylor had written two songs early on that we both thought were for Big Red Machine, “Closure” and “Dorothea.” But the more I listened to them, not that they couldn’t be Big Red Machine songs, but they felt like interesting, exciting Taylor songs. “Closure” is very experimental and in this weird time signature, but still lyrically felt like some evolution of Folklore, and “Dorothea” definitely felt like it was reflecting on some character.

[Aaron on closure] Vernon provided the grainy beat that kicks off ‘closure’, one of two tracks on evermore that started life as a sketch for the second Big Red Machine album. “It was this little loop that Justin had given me in this folder of ‘Starters’, he calls them. I had heard that and been playing the piano to it. But I was hearing it in 5/4, although it’s not in 5/4. ‘Closure’ really opened everything up further. There were no real limits to where we were gonna try to write songs.”

In the Billboard interview above, Aaron says he thinks that Taylor wrote them after folklore was released, while in the Rolling Stone one he says they were written while finishing up the folklore mixes.

“I think I’d written around 30 of those songs in total,” Dessner recalls. “So when I started sharing them with Taylor over the months that we were working on Folklore, she got really into it, and she wrote two songs to some of that music.” One was “Closure,” an experimental electronic track in 5/4 time signature that was built over a staccato drum kit. The other song was “Dorothea,” a rollicking, Americana piano tune. The more Dessner listened to them, the more he realized that they were continuations of Folklore‘s characters and stories. But the real turning point came soon after Folklore‘s surprise release in late July, when Dessner wrote a musical sketch and named it “Westerly,” after the town in Rhode Island where Swift owns the house previously owned by Rebekah Harkness.

Dorothea is the only evermore song to have been recorded at Taylor's home studio in LA, she left LA 3 days after the release of folklore so Occam's razor, I'm guessing that the RS interview is the correct one and dorothea and closure were written in late June/early July, while the Folklorians were finishing up the album.

July 24, 2020: folklore is released, after being announced the day before.

August 6-18, 2020: To celebrate how well folklore was received, Aaron composes an instrumental track called Westerly, named after the town in Rhode Island where Taylor owns Holiday House. Taylor writes willow on it, then sends a voice memo to Aaron.

[Voice Memo] “Here's the Westerly one, written in Westerly!”

[Aaron] And I, sort of in celebration of Folklore, had written a piece of music that I titled “Westerly,” that’s where she has the house that she wrote “Last Great American Dynasty” about. I’ll do that sometimes, just make things for friends or write music just to write it, but I didn’t at all think it would become a song. And she, like an hour later, sent back “Willow” written to that song, and that sort of set [things in motion] and we just started filling this Dropbox again. It was kind of like, “What’s happening?”

There are so many stories I could share. When I sent Taylor the music for our song 'willow' — I think she wrote the entire song from start to finish in less than 10 minutes and sent it back to me. It was like an earthquake. Then Taylor said, 'I guess we are making another album.'

I liked opening the album with ['willow'] because I loved the feeling that I got, immediately upon hearing the instrumental that Aaron created for it. It felt strangely witchy, like somebody making a love potion, dreaming up the person that they want and desire, and trying to figure out how to get that person in their life. And all the misdirection, and bait and switch, and complexity that goes into seeing someone, feeling a connection, wanting them, and trying to make them a part of your life. It’s tactical at times, it’s confusing at times, it’s up to fate, it’s magical. It felt a bit magical and mysterious, which is what I want people to feel going into an album that was a collection of these stories that were going to take them in all kinds of directions. I just wanted to start them off with a setting of the vibe.

August/September 2020: Taylor writes no body, no crime, possibly while in London.

[Taylor] Working with the HAIM sisters on 'no body, no crime' was pretty hilarious because it came about after I wrote a pretty dark murder mystery song and had named the character Este, because she’s the friend I have who would be stoked to be in a song like that. I had finished the song and was nailing down some lyric details and texted her, 'You’re not going to understand this text for a few days but... which chain restaurant do you like best?' and I named a few. She chose Olive Garden and a few days later I sent her the song and asked if they would sing on it. It was an immediate 'YES.'

[Aaron] Taylor wrote that one alone and sent me a voice memo of her playing guitar — she wrote it on this rubber-bridge guitar that I got for her. It’s the same kind I play on “Invisible String.” So she wrote “No Body, No Crime” and sent me a voice memo of it, and then I started building on that. It’s funny, because the music I’ve listened to the most in my life are things that are more like that — roots music, folk music, country music, old-school rock & roll, the Grateful Dead. It’s not really the sound of the National or other things I’ve done, but it feels like a warm blanket. Taylor had specific ideas from the beginning about references and how she wanted it to feel, and that she wanted the Haim sisters to sing on it. We had them record the song with Ariel Reichshaid, they sent that from L.A., and then we put it together when Taylor was here [at Long Pond]. They’re an incredible band, and it was another situation where we were like, “Well, this happened.” It felt like this weird little rock & roll history anecdote.

[Aaron] [We realized evermore was going to end up being another album] after we’d written several songs, seven or eight or nine. Each one would happen, and we would both be in this sort of disbelief of this weird alchemy that we had unleashed. The ideas were coming fast and furiously and were just as compelling as anything on Folklore, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. At some point, Taylor wrote evermore with William Bowery, and then we sent it to Justin, who wrote the bridge, and all of a sudden, that’s when it started to become clear that there was a sister record.

September 16- 23, 2020: Taylor and Jack go to Upstate New York to record the Long Pond Studio Session. She writes 'tis the damn season there on the 17th. Afterwards Taylor stays a few more days to record the bulk of the evermore vocals: willow, champagne problems, gold rush, 'tis the damn season, tolerate it, no body no crime, coney island, ivy, long story short, marjorie, closure, evermore, and it’s time to go.

After the Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions, [Taylor] stayed for quite a while and we recorded a lot. She actually wrote 'tis the damn season when she arrived for the first day of rehearsal. We played all night and drank a lot of wine after the fireside chat — and we were all pretty drunk, to be honest — and then I thought she went to bed. But the next morning, at 9:00 a.m. or something, she showed up and was like, “I have to sing you this song,” and she had written it in the middle of the night. That was definitely another moment [where] my brain exploded, because she sang it to me in my kitchen, and it was just surreal. That music is actually older — it’s something I wrote many years ago, and hid away because I loved it so much. It meant something to me, and it felt like the perfect song finally found it. There was a feeling in it, and she identified that feeling: That feeling of... “The ache in you, put there by the ache in me.” I think everyone can relate to that. It’s one of my favorites.

[Aaron] She stayed after we were done filming and then we recorded a lot. It was crazy because we were getting ready to make that film, but at the same time, these songs were accumulating. And so we thought, “Hmm, I guess we should just stay and work.”

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

[Taylor] Joe and I really love sad songs. He started that one and came up with the melodic structure of it. I say it was a surprise that we started writing together, but in a way it wasn’t cause we had always bonded over music and had the same musical tastes. He’s always the person who’s showing me songs by artists and then they become my favorite songs. ‘champagne problems’ was one of my favorite bridges to write. I really love a bridge where you tell the full story in the bridge. You really shift gears in that bridge. I’m so excited to one day be in front of a crowd, when they all sing, ‘She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head’. Cause I know it’s so sad, but it’s those songs like ‘All Too Well’. Performing that song is one of the most joyful experiences I ever go through when I perform live, so when there’s a song like ‘champagne problems’ where you know it’s so sad… I love a sad song, you know?

GOLD RUSH

During the willow live stream premiere, Taylor revealed that “gold rush” is Jack's favourite song and that it takes place inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it.

[Jack] gold rush was a pretty different sound than what was on folklore. Even the movement in the chorus and some of the chord changes, they're very outside of the realm for what we've done together. We have different processes. Sometimes we sit in a room, sometimes she'll send me a song, sometimes I'll send her a track. That was one where I had the track going. And she did the classic thing where you send it to her, and a very short time later, she sent back a voice note with all of these brilliant ideas of what the song is.

'TIS THE DAMN SEASON

[Aaron] '‘tis the damn season' is a really special song to me for a number of reasons. When I wrote the music to it, which was a long time ago, I remember thinking that this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever made, even though it’s an incredibly simple musical sketch. But it has this arc to it, and there’s this simplicity in the minimalism of it, and the kind of drum programming in there, and I always loved the tone of that guitar. When Taylor played the track and sang it to me in my kitchen, that was a highlight of this whole time. That track felt like something I have always loved and could have just stayed music, but instead, someone of her incredible storytelling ability and musical ability took it and made something much greater. And it’s something that we can all relate to. [Note: The instrumental Aaron is talking about is called Ingrid and was written in 2013 when his daughter Ingrid Stella was born. It was released in 2018 on the album Songs Without Words.]

TOLERATE IT

[Taylor] When you watch a film or you read a book and there’s a character that you identify with, most of the time you identify with them because they’re targeting something in you that feels that you’ve been there. That’s why we relate to characters. When I was reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier I was thinking, ‘Her husband just tolerates her. She’s doing all these things, trying so hard to impress him and he’s just tolerating her the whole time.’ There was a part of me that could relate to that because at some point in my life I felt that way. So I ended up writing this song ‘tolerate it’ that’s all about trying to love someone who’s ambivalent.

[Aaron] When I wrote the piano track to 'tolerate it,' right before I sent it to her, I thought, 'This song is intense.' It’s in 10/8, which is an odd time signature. And I did think for a second, 'Maybe I shouldn’t send it to her, she won’t be into it.' But I sent it to her, and it conjured a scene in her mind, and she wrote this crushingly beautiful song to it and sent it back. I think I cried when I first heard it. It just felt like the most natural thing, you know? There weren’t limitations to the process. And in these places where we were pushing into more experimental sounds or odd time signatures, that just felt like part of the work.

CONEY ISLAND

[Taylor on coney island] “The story behind writing Coney Island - Aaron Dessner had sent me this track that he had created with his brother Bryce and I wrote the lyrics and the melody with William Bowery. I think I might have been coming from a place of somebody who’s been in a relationship for decades and wakes up one day and realizes that they have taken their partner completely for granted. So whether you wanna look at it from the perspective of somebody who’s in a new relationship or very long-standing relationship, I think it just really speaks to if people are trying to communicate but they’re two ships passing in the night, they’re trying to love each other but their signals are somehow missing each other - I just found that really interesting... and yeah, we’re really proud of this one. There were elements of it that immediately reminded me of Matt Berninger‘s vocal stylings and his writing, and I kind of targeted some of the lyrics of the second verse to sound sort of like what he might do - cause I hoped that he might sing on it. Because, you know, we already had two members of The National on the song, with Aaron and Bryce. So we got our wish and Matt sang on this song. I think he did an amazing job, I’m such a huge fan of the band and I’m really honored this was able to come together with The National.”

[Aaron on coney island] One key track on evermore, ‘coney island’, features all of the members of the National and sees Swift duetting with their singer Matt Berninger. “My brother [Bryce] actually originated that song,” says Aaron Dessner. “I sent him a reference at one point — I can’t remember what it was — and then he was sort of inspired to write that chord progression. Then we worked together to sort of develop it and I wrote a bunch of parts and we structured it. Taylor and William Bowery [the songwriting pseudonym of Swift’s boyfriend, actor Joe Alwyn] wrote ‘coney island’ and she sang a beautiful version. It felt kind of done, actually. But then I think we all collectively thought — Taylor and myself and Bryce — like this was the closest to a National song. Dessner then asked the brothers who make up the National’s rhythm section, drummer Bryan and bassist Scott Devendorf, to play on ‘coney island’. Matt Berninger, as he often does with the band’s own tracks, recorded his vocal at home in Los Angeles. “It was never in the same place, it was done remotely,” says Dessner, “except Bryan was here at Long Pond when he played. It was great to collaborate as a band with Taylor.”

MARJORIE

[Aaron] “Taylor’s family gave us a bunch of recordings of her grandmother,” Dessner explains. “But they were from old, very scratchy, noisy vinyl. So, we had to denoise it all using [iZotope’s] RX and then I went in and I found some parts that I thought might work. I pitch shifted them into the key and then placed them. It took a while to find the right ones, but it’s really beautiful to be able to hear her. It’s just an incredibly special thing, I think.”

EVERMORE

[Taylor] When Joe wrote the piano, I based the vocal melody on the piano, and we sent it to Justin, who then added that bridge. And Joe had written the piano part so that the tempo speeds up, and it changes. The music completely changes to a different tempo in the bridge. And Justin really latched onto that, and just 100% embraced it and wrote this beautiful sort of... The clutter of all your anxieties in your head, and they're all speaking at once. And we got the bridge back, and then I wrote this narrative of, 'When I was shipwrecked, I thought of you.' That sort of thing, where there was this beacon of hope, and then in the end, you realize the pain wouldn't be forever.

IT'S TIME TO GO

[Taylor] it’s time to go is about listening to your gut when it tells you to leave. How you always know before you know, you know?

Aaron Dessner, Jon Low, Stine Dessner and Taylor at Long Pond in September 2020.

October 6, 2020: Taylor and Paul McCartney get to chat for Rolling Stone. Taylor softly references tolerate it, ivy and willow.

Swift: I was reading so much more than I ever did, and watching so many more films. McCartney: What stuff were you reading? Swift: I was reading, you know, books like Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier, which I highly recommend, and books that dealt with times past, a world that doesn’t exist anymore. I was also using words I always wanted to use — kind of bigger, flowerier, prettier words, like “epiphany,” in songs. I always thought, “Well, that’ll never track on pop radio,” but when I was making this record, I thought, “What tracks? Nothing makes sense anymore. If there’s chaos everywhere, why don’t I just use the damn word I want to use in the song?”

October 14, 2020: Jason Treuting records the glockenspiel on willow. (I got this date form the original willow stems)

October 28, 2020: Bryce Devendorf records the percussions on willow. (I got this date form the original willow stems)

October/November 2020: Aaron goes to see Justin Vernon in his home studio in Wisconsin, where they work on the album. Aaron writes the instrumental sketch to right where you left me before going on this trip.

[Aaron] I went to see Justin at one point — that’s the one trip I’ve made — and we worked together at his place on stuff. He plays the drums on “Cowboy Like Me” and “Closure,” and he plays guitar and banjo and sings on “Ivy,” and sings on “Marjorie” and “Evermore.” And then we processed Taylor’s vocals through his Messina chain together. He was really deeply involved in this record, even more so than the last record. He’s always been such a huge help to me, and not just by getting him to play stuff or sing stuff — I can also send him things and get his feedback. We’ve done a ton of work together, but we have different perspectives and different harmonic brains. He obviously has his own studio set up at home, but it was nice to be able to see him and work on this stuff.

November 4, 2020: Taylor shoots the evermore cover, the Red TV cover, and the EW photos.

November 7, 2020: Taylor films the willow music video.

November 20, 2020: Aaron records the bass on willow. (I got this date form the original willow stems)

November 25, 2020: Taylor is at Marcus Mumford's studio called Scarlet Pimpernel to finish evermore. They record vocals for two new songs, happiness and right where you left me, they touch up the vocals for coney island, they record Joe's piano on evermore the song, and Marcus records backing vocals on cowboy like me. She possibly stays more than one day.

Taylor has mentioned that you recorded “Happiness” just a week before the album was released. Was that something you guys wrote, recorded, and produced all at the last minute, or was it something you’d been sitting on for a while before you finally cracked the code? There were two songs like that. One is a bonus track called “Right Where You Left Me,” and the other one was “Happiness,” which she wrote literally days before we were supposed to master. That’s similar to what happened with Folklore, with “The 1” and “Hoax,” which she wrote days before. We mixed all the tracks here, and it’s a lot to mix 17 songs, it’s like a Herculean task. And it was funny, because I walked into the studio and Jon Low, our engineer here, was mixing and had been working the whole time toward this. And I came in and he’s in the middle of mixing and I was like, “There are two more songs.” And he looked at me like, “…We’re not gonna make it.” Because it does take a lot of time to work out how to finish them. But she sang those remotely. And the music for “Happiness” is something that I had been working on since last year. I had sang a little bit on it, too — I thought it was a Big Red Machine song, but then she loved the instrumental and ended up writing to it. Same with the other one, “Right Where You Left Me” — it was something I had written right before I went to visit Justin, because I thought, “Maybe we’ll make something when we’re together there.” And Taylor had heard that and wrote this amazing song to it. That is a little bit how she works — she writes a lot of songs, and then at the very end she sometimes writes one or two more, and they often are important ones.

[Taylor on cowboy like me] Take yourselves back to 2020, and I put out folklore, and I just kept writing. I thought, 'Let me make a sister album to folklore and call it evermore.' And so I started immediately. Aaron, Jack, and I were just writing remotely. And the challenge at the time was trying to figure out how to record things. Most studios were completely shut down due to Covid, understandably. I could not find a studio, essentially. So Aaron is like, 'Let me call around to see if there is anyone who is cool, and nice, and generous, and might be willing to offer up their home studio, if we do the right amount of testing, we're totally locked down, and quarantined.' And I was like, 'Okay, please, I really hope someone comes through.' And so he calls me ,'I have really really good news. Marcus Mumford said that you could record at his home studio.' So I first of all, I am so excited that he's saving us, because without this trip, we wouldn't have recorded five or six of the songs on evermore, which came from me getting in a car, driving six hours out into the country past thousands of beautiful sheep, to Marcus Mumford's beautiful house where he has a studio. So I got to do this, we get there, and the whole time I'm thinking, 'Okay, wouldn't it be so cool if he would sing on something?' Because I'm such a Mumford & Sons fan. I just think he's brilliant and has one of the most gorgeous voices in the world. So I'm like, 'Will he sing something, please?' But I didn't want to be weird about it, so I'm like, 'I wonder if fate will have him wander into the studio at the right time.' So sure enough, we're recording a song, and he wanders in at the perfect time and just kind of started humming a harmony. And I turned to him as if I hadn't been thinking of it the whole time, and I was like, 'Oh! You sound really good on that harmony! I wonder if you might sing on this song?' And he said, 'Yep, I would love to!' So essentially, because of Marcus Mumford we have a lot of the songs that probably we wouldn't have been able to put out evermore as quickly as we did. And we also have a gorgeous harmony on a song called 'cowboy like me.'

[Aaron] The music for happiness is something that I had been working on since last year. I had sang a little bit on it, too — I thought it was a Big Red Machine song, but then she loved the instrumental and ended up writing to it.

[Taylor] right where you left me is a song about a girl who stayed forever in the exact spot where her heart was broken, completely frozen in time.

Taylor at Scarlet Pimpernel Studios, and a signed sheet with cowboy like me lyrics which Taylor gave to Marcus Mumford.

December 3 & 4, 2020: Aaron works on willow for the final time, recording some synthesizers. (I got this date form the original willow stems)

[Aaron] On evermore, I would say willow was probably the hardest one to finish just because there were so many ways it could’ve gone. Eventually we settled back almost to the point where it began. So, there’s a lot of stuff that was left out of willow, just because the simplicity of the idea I think was in a way the strongest. It almost felt like a dare or something. We were writing, recording and mixing all in one kind of work stream and we went from one record to the other almost immediately. We were just sort off to the races. We didn’t really ever stop since April.

[Low] The final mix stage for evermore was “very short. There was a moment in the final week or so leading up to the release where the songs were developed far enough for me to sit down and try to make something very cohesive and final, finalising vocal volume, overall volume, and the vibe. There’s a point in every mix where the moves get really small. When a volume ride of 0.1dB makes a difference, you’re really close to being done. Earlier on, those little adjustments don’t really matter.

December 11, 2020: evermore is released.

With folklore, one of the main themes throughout that album was ‘conflict resolution’, trying to figure out how to get through something with someone, or making confessions, or trying to tell them something, trying to communicate with them. evermore deals a lot in endings of all sorts, shapes and sizes. All the kinds of ways we can end a relationship, a friendship, something toxic and the pain that goes along with that.

I have no idea what will come next. I have no idea about a lot of things these days and so I've clung to the one thing that keeps me connected to you all. That thing always has and always will be music. And may it continue, evermore.

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This one is inspired a bit by one of my ocs backstory but..

The reader is a transmasc person, who tries their best to hide it, trying to seem as if they were a cis man - mostly due to the overwhelming dysphoria they get. Sure, they got the top surgery but... Not the bottom one. The biggest issue was - they were having terrible periods, and I mean TERRIBLE - To the point they can't stand up from the bed, squirm in pain and vomit anytime they move. While they were able to hide it from lyney long enough, saying stuff like "I ate something bad" and other stupid excuses, lyney got clearly very worried and concerned as the same thing happened each month, even when the reader didn't seem to even eat anything close to bad. Now, the reader doesn't know how to avoid the truth, as they're crying from the immerse pain, unable to hide their misery from lyney any longer.

Boys don't cry- Lyney X transmasc!reader

I would say i'm sorry, if thought that it would change your mind. t/w- periods, vomit, headaches, cramps, dysphoria summary- As shown above

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You'd been together for almost 5 months and each month you'd managed to avoid telling Lyney you were trans but for how long? Avoiding it forever was out of the question, you couldn't keep getting you period and telling him you were sick.

The only thing you could concentrate on was the unbearable feeling of needing to be sick. If you stood up you might puke everywhere... And the cramps didn't make it any better... You clutched you stomach trying to make them go away... If only that worked... Your train of thought was lost as your boyfriend walked into the room.

"Dear... This happens every month... I know for a fact it's not food poisoning. Your my boyfriend... I need to know what's wrong with you."

*Boyfriend*. You loved being called that but for some reason it stung... Tears began to form in your eyes, emotions all over the place. Lyney was shocked to see you so emotional. He hugged you tightly, rubbing your hair, bringing you close. He wanted to help... But you couldn't tell him... He would think differently of you... He would see as what you were before you were a boy.

"I'm fine Lyney, just a little sick."

"A little sick? Sweetie you can't get out of bed. I need to know what's up with you."

Lyney was stubborn... Almost as stubborn as you, he wouldn't give up. Not until you were feeling better. The cramps slowly started to get worse, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You tried to turn away from Lyney hiding your face. In response he grabbed you chin forcing you to look at him.

"Mon amour... what's wrong." His face had lost its charm and had turned, not stone cold but almost there.

"Lyney... I...I.."

"Take your time sweetie."

You couldn't tell him, he would see you as girl. You worked so hard to build a life a male. It was all going to crumble now... You felt your cheeks heat up with the feeling of vomit... You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom pushing Lyney out of the way. Knuckles turned white as you gripped he toilet bowl waiting for it to happen.

"Sweetheart! What's wrong!" Lyneys voice had become increasingly worried.

You couldn't avoid the truth any longer... It was right in front of him. He'd have to find out sooner or later.

"Lyney... I'm trans..transgender. I.. I've only gotten top surgery not bottom. So I still get my... Period."

"So that was it? Honey I still love you. You know I don't see you as any less of a man. If anything I see you as more of one. What you go through sounds painful..." His voice had calmed down now. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was scared you'd leave me.. and this dysphoria gets really bad."

"Oh mon amour... I would never leave you... Now let me take care of you."

Lyney grabbed you hand leading you back into bed, he grabbed you a heat pack placing it on your stomach. He put a bucket close to your bed, just incase you needed it.

"Anything else?" You swear you couldn't love this man anymore.

"Cuddles?'

"Anything for you, my love."

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You're Safe Now

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: Hurt/comfort, discussions of past child sexual abuse and child pornography, PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, brief and mild self-harm Word Count: 1,799 NOTE: Child sexual abuse/assault is a deeply triggering subject for many people. If you're one of them, please proceed with caution. As a victim myself, I know that, oftentimes, I find great comfort in reading stories that include narratives like mine, especially when they make me feel seen and heard and cared for. At other times, they are terrible for my mental health. Please just be mindful of your mental state as you read, especially if you are a victim. And if you need help, please reach out to the National Sexual Assault Hotline (1-800-656-4673).

Casey looked over Stabler's shoulder as he scrolled through grainy photo after photo. Stills from hundreds of pornographic VHS tapes, all of abused children. "Any of them prosecutable?" Stabler shook his head. "Nah, not on abuse charges. These are all 25 years old. The Feds just want us to look and see if we can make any connections."

"All the same ring?" "Yep. A Baptist church, if you can believe it. Somewhere in Tennessee. Apparently the ringleader moved to the city about 10 years ago. They just nailed him last month." Casey looked disgusted. "I absolutely can believe it was a church. They're like breeding grounds for pedophiles. No offense." Stabler gritted his teeth. "Sunday school teachers. What an introduction to God." They watched the nameless faces scroll past in silence. So many kids, so much hurt. A child flashed past the screen–a little girl with glasses–and Casey blinked. "Stop," she said. Stabler stilled his scrolling and glanced back at the ADA, curious. "Go back." He dutifully scrolled back up the page until Casey stopped him again. She stared at the pixelated photo, sick to her stomach. A little white shirt, a Ramona Quimby-style bob, multicolored glasses. And the cutest nose–your nose. It wasn't you. Surely, it couldn't be you. You would have told her. But the child in the picture looked so much like you. And you had grown up in Tennessee. Going to a Baptist church. Casey cleared her throat, trying to disguise the shakiness in her voice. "Can you print that photo for me?" Stabler looked long and hard at Casey. "Yeah, why?" "Just print it. Please." Stabler handed Casey the printed photo, and she snatched it, folding it tightly and placing it in her pocket. "Thanks," she said, walking swiftly away with her fists clenched. Stabler watched her go, concerned. He made a mental note to mention it to Olivia. _____________________________________________________________ When Casey came through the door that night, you were curled up on the couch watching Parks & Recreation. "Bye, Bye, Little Sebastian" played in the background and you sang along absentmindedly, typing on your laptop. "Hey, love," you called. "I didn't feel like cooking. Want to order a pizza?" Casey set down her briefcase and walked slowly to you, heart pounding in her chest. She sat across from you and paused the show. You looked at her and frowned. She looked terrified. You had never seen her look so scared. You threw your laptop aside and took her hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" you asked. "You look like someone died." Your eyes grew wide. "Did someone die?" Casey took a shaky breath. "Sweetheart, I need to ask you something." Now, you were scared, too. What could Casey possibly need to ask you that made her this anxious? "Okay," you replied, your voice quiet. She took one of your hands in hers and traced circles on it. After an excruciating few minutes, she asked, "Did anything happen to you when you were a kid?" Your stomach dropped and you felt ice flood your veins. There was no way she could know. Nobody knew. "W-what do you mean?" "Were you..." Casey started, clearing her throat. "Were you... abused at all?" You felt panic rising in your chest, your throat constricting as it became harder and harder to take a breath. "Why are you asking me that?" you cried, your voice growing frantic. "Casey, why are you asking me that!?"

Tears threatened the corners of your eyes, and your body started rocking back and forth. You felt like you were suffocating. Casey held onto your hand even tighter, her own eyes glistening, as she pulled the folded paper from her pocket and handed it to you. Your hands shook as you opened it, and when you saw yourself on that page, everything inside you shattered all at once. "No, no, no, no, no!" you cried, grabbing your head in your hands and rocking more and more aggressively. All of a sudden you couldn't breathe. Just like you couldn't breathe in that Sunday school room. Just like you couldn't breathe with in front of that camera with the red blinking light. And the hands. So many hands touching you, all over you. You coughed and retched, wrapping your arms around yourself. Your pupils darted back and forth, overtaking the rest of your eyes. And somehow you were back there, back in that room. The black carpet with the rainbow flecks. The smell of stale hymnals and men's sweat. The taste of the wintergreen mints they shoved in your mouth when they sent you back to your unwitting parents, masking the scent of vomit. You clenched your fists over your ears and slammed them into your head, grabbing your hair and pulling so hard a tuft came out.

Casey jumped up and grabbed your hands, trying to keep them away from your head. "Honey, don't do that," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please don't do that. I'm right here." She tried to wrap her arms around you, but you shoved her away. "Don't touch me!" You heard yourself screaming, as if from far away, as if you were sitting in the rafters of the Sunday school room, but no one could hear you. "No! Please, it hurts!" Tears streamed down your flaming face as you rocked back and forth, hyperventilating, tucked into the corner of the couch. You were as far away from Casey as you could get. Casey had dealt with a lot of victims. She'd been emotionally invested in a lot of victims. She cared deeply for and fought for so many victims. But you. You were hers. She felt like her heart was being physically ripped apart as she looked at your tiny, terrified form. In that moment, you were a mirror image of the scared little girl in the VHS still. Casey wiped her own tears away, trying to stay strong because you needed someone strong right now. God, she wanted to hold you. She wanted to scoop you up and protect you and tell you that it was okay, that she loved you, that she would never let anyone touch you again. But you wouldn't even let her close. "I'll be right back, sweetheart," Casey said, biting her lip as she looked at you, then jogging to the kitchen. It seemed like you couldn't even hear her. She thought you were having a flashback, but she didn't know how to help you out of it. She dialed Olivia's number and prayed to whatever powers there were in the universe that Olivia would pick up. "Benson."

"Oh, thank god," Casey exhaled.

"Casey? What's going on?"

"Do you know how to get someone out of a flashback?"

Olivia's voice deepened in concern. "Is this about that photo you got from Elliot?"

Casey paced back and forth, rubbing her forehead. "Yes. I don't have time to talk about it now. Do you know how to help with a flashback? Please."

"Uh..." Olivia started, clearly trying to provide information and make sure that Casey was okay. "Usually they need to be reminded of what's real and what's not."

"How?" Casey asked, trying to hide the desperation in her voice.

"Try engaging their senses. Something to shock them out of it. Ice, maybe. Or something with a strong smell."

"Okay, I got it," Casey said, sprinting to the bathroom.

"Casey, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll talk to you about it later, Olivia," Casey barked, more terse than she meant to be. "Gotta go."

Casey rummaged in the vanity, looking for a specific bottle of perfume. She gripped it tightly in her hand and ran back to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of frozen green beans out of the freezer.

Casey took a deep breath before returning to your corner of the couch, where you sat curled and shaking and sobbing. She reached out to hold your hand, then stopped herself, instead grabbing the bottle of perfume and spraying it around you.

"Hey," she said, tentatively. "Honey, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm here."

Your body shook uncontrollably, your eyes clamped shut.

"I'm gonna put this ice on you," Casey said. She wasn't sure you could hear her, but she wanted even your subconscious to know that she was there and doing everything she could to help you. She dropped the bag of green beans in your lap and you gasped, your head shooting up. You looked around frantically, and Casey grabbed at the chance to pull you out of the flashback. "Hey," she called. "Y/N, can you hear me?" You seemed to look both at her and past her at the same time. "Do you feel the cold? Honey, that's real. Can you smell my perfume? It's the one you like so much, the one that smells like pine trees. It's real."

You were confused, disoriented, but your frantic breathing was slowing down, and Casey took that as a sign it was working. "I'm right here, sweetheart, okay?" Her voice broke. She was dying to hold you, but she still wasn't sure you'd let her, and she didn't want to make it worse. "I'm right here with you. I love you, and I'm real. We're in our apartment, and that's real. Those men who hurt you, they're not real anymore." You kneaded the bag of green beans in your hands, still rocking, but less aggressively. Your vision was coming back into focus, the overlap of past and present becoming less confusing and overwhelming. You were finally able to look at Casey and see her. You looked into her eyes and a rush of shame poured over you. She looked terrified. Her face was streaked with tears. You didn't know if she was scared of you or scared for you, but either way you felt sick to have scared her.

Your face screwed up in tears and you looked away, burying your head in your hands. "I'm sorry, Casey," you cried. "I'm so sorry."

She surged toward you, her hands stopping inches short of your skin. "It's okay, Y/N, it's okay. I'm right here. Can I touch you?"

You nodded, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look at her.

Casey scooped you into her lap like a child, wrapping her arms protectively around you and cradling your head next to hers.

"I'm sorry, Casey," you said again and again, anxiety and panic and exhaustion giving way to pure shame as you grasped her shirt and wept. "I'm sorry."

Casey had tried. She had tried to hold it together for you, but seeing you so broken, hearing you apologize to her for this horrific thing that had happened to you–it broke her, too. Her tears came all at once. "You don't need to be sorry, honey," she told you, pressing her forehead to yours, your tears mingling. "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping snot from your nose. "You're like three years older than me."

She kissed the side of your head over and over, smoothing your wrecked hair and holding you as tight as she could. "You're safe now, Y/N," she said, for both of you, like a mantra. "I will always keep you safe. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

You buried your head under Casey's, making yourself small.

She rubbed your back, breathing slowly and rhythmically. You didn't notice, but yours followed.

Neither of you knew how long you sat like that, but after a while Casey asked, "Am I holding you too tight?"

You shook your head, snaking your arms around her waist. "No. Please don't let go."

"Never," she whispered, her breath hot on your cheek.

[httpsghostie]

ok hear me out- hurt/comfort with your dad best friend!ghost 🫢 i'm just craving for more of that series...

LOOK idk if you meant nsfw or sfw so I wrote what came to mind and didn't think much of it, still, feel free to ask if u want anything else 🩷

literally had an argument w my narcissistic mother today and almost broke the house down 😀 wish I had a dilf like Simon to run to smh

I hope u enjoy cuz idk I'm sad bro

Summary: you show up at Simon's door seeking for his comfort.

Word Count: around 600

Warnings: dbf!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader, kinda angst?, hurt/comfort situation blablabla

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"Horrible fucking day." 

Black eyeliner and mascara stained your swollen cheeks after crying for what felt like eternity. Simon stood there, inside his apartment, still holding the doorknob and trying to understand if this was somehow a joke. He had a confused expression, lips parting to formulate a sentence, but he just stepped back and signed for you to come in.

"What happened?" 

He asked as he headed to the kitchen and put some water in the kettle to make you a warm cup of tea. You sank on his couch, holding your knees to your chest in a fetal position and broke down in tears again.

"Fucking everything." You sobbed. "Why do I always have to do everything wrong, why do I have to be such a bad person?"

"You're… not?"

"I am. I am a terrible person in my mom's terms." He raised his eyebrows and sighed as you slowly started to talk louder.

"What did she do now?"

"Apparently I can't use my fucking voice in that fucking house, she's always the right one in every situation, she's never wrong, Simon, she's never fucking wrong."

"Ok, love, that's a lot of fucks, even for me."

You chuckled as he poured the water in a mug and brought you tea. It smelled so good, even though your nose was blocked from crying too much you could still sense the sweet smell of such a simple thing as his tea.

You had an exquisite relationship with Simon, he was best friends with your father, so anything besides talking kinda felt wrong. But he was such a good person to you, he truly understood your feelings and besides the point, he was the one you ran to whenever something bad happened, just like right now.

You sipped the tea, starting to calm down little by little.

"Better now?" He was sitting on the coffee table in front of you, and for a moment you wondered how the hell did that furniture not break with his weight. You nodded. "See? Tea makes everything better."

"You're so chronically british." You laughed.

"Oh, come on, I gave you a beautiful smile, hm?" Despite the unspoken restrictions from interacting with a girl that was way younger than him, he couldn't contain his flirtatious tone when he was alone with you.

"Ok, Simon, ok." You laughed with him and took a few more sips of his delicious tea.

"Alright, you, my dear, look worse than me when I take my mask off after being on a mission for three days in a row without sleeping."

"Thank you?" You giggled as he went to the bathroom and picked some wipes.

"Close your eyes." He said, standing behind you on the couch, trying to make you stop laughing. You laid your head back and smiled as he wiped your makeup off. "There you go, much better."

"Thanks, Si." You opened your eyes and looked at his upside down figure smiling softly at you.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you were lost in his deep ocean eyes, falling in a trance. Both of your smiles faded as his hands gently caressed your cheeks, leaning his body towards you. He gave you a peck on the forehead and one on your nose, then softly kissed your lips.

"Always."

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[whatthesigma69]

Barty Crouch Jr x Reader👍

WARNINGS:Age Gap, Cursing, Terrible grammar😭

I sat down on my seat in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody walked into class, late. Again.

"This is the 3rd time he's been late this week" My friend whispers next to me, "I know right? I swear I feel like he's hiding something" I responded, glancing at Professor Moody.

Time Skip bc I'm lazy

I walked around the halls of the school, I was going back to my house when I passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the curiosity got the better of me and I quietly opened the door and peeked inside to see a tall, quite handsome man, "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, the man glanced over at me, his eyes slightly widened and he looked pissed but nervous, I quickly began to close the door but he stopped it. He then dragged me inside and locked the door.

"Who the hell are you!?" I yelled towards the man, he grabbed me and put his hand around my mouth, "Shut it." He glared at me his tongue flicked out of his mouth quickly then went back in. I examines his feature, he had dark brown eyes, brown hair and he was pretty rugged.

I tried to say something but his hand blocked my mouth, "I'll let you go.. if." He picked me up and placed me on his chair and then leaned down in front of me, towering over me, "One. You don't shout. Two. You tell absolutely nobody about this. You tell one soul and you just might regret it. Now. Can I trust you?" He raised an eyebrow, I nodded quickly and he removed his hand from my mouth, still towering over me as I sat on the chair, "W-whats your name? Who are you" I asked, nervously, He smirked and his tongue flicked out and back in again, "I.. am Barty Crouch.. Jr" He said, still smirking, I had recognized the name, my father was friends with the man back when they were at Hogwarts.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my heart rate increasing, he sighed slightly and glanced at me with lust-filled eyes, "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Darling" He said in a flirtatious voice, I nodded, feeling too nervous to ask why he couldn't, he leaned in closer to me and smirked a little more, his tongue flicking in and out again "You know.. I never met someone like you" He stared into my eyes, he put his hand on my cheek and carresed it, still smirking at me, "Someone so.. innocent.. so nice..... So.. inexperienced" His smirk grew wider as his tongue flicking in an out of his mouth again, I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks.

He kneeled down so he was closer to me, he put his hand on the back of my neck, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips were unexpectedly soft, he was a good kisser, definitely experienced, he slid his tongue in my mouth and his tongue started to explore my mouth. It felt so wrong but it also felt so right, I was a teenage girl, He was an adult man, but something in me couldn't pull away, his kisses felt so addictive and so passionate.

We continued to make out until we pulled away, I was out of breath slightly, His fingers stroked the back of my neck, "You won't tell anyone, right?" He whispered, seductively, I nodded, he stood up, "Now. Go back to your house before your housemates get suspicious" He ordered, I nodded and got up and headed for the door, He grabbed my arm and kissed me again, his hand grabbed the back of my head, deepening the kiss before he lets go, I smiled and left.

Once I went back to my houses common room, I was bombarded with questions, "Where have you been?" "We were so worried!" "What happened?" I quickly shushed them and told him, "I went around the walk to clear my head. I'm sorry I worried you guys" They forgave me and I went to sleep.

Woo! It was so fun to make this! Would you guys like a part 2 because I'd be more than happy to make one!

[drunkenlionwrites]

Hiiii 🤍 since ur in the mood for drabbles what about cute and slightly introverted reader getting drinks with the gang at a bar in the nearest town and reader has been pining for wolfwood for months unbeknownst to him. So reader ends up getting slightly tipsy and tipsy reader is a lot more loose and giggly and touchy so she starts getting all flirty with wolfwood and idk wolfwood gets swept into it and one thing leads to another and they're making out or taking it into an alleyway or the bathroom. Idk my thoughts feel rushed but I got really hyped when I saw ur trigun post!!! 🤍

this is the cutest prompt so far! i really enjoyed writing with soft and shy reader in mind, cause i'm usually an outgoing menace ahah 💖

Since Wolfwood joined your group, you instantly felt something for him, but due to your more timid and reserved nature you've found yourself in a loss for words when you've happened to be around him, especially with no one else beside you. So you've usually tried to just calm yourself and make sure you're breathing evenly and don't stare too much at him. Talking to him was not an option. Except of wishing each other good mornings and good nights and occasionaly laughing at his jokes or his bullying of Meryl or Vash you've barely converesed at all.

So now, when "thanks" to Vash, who giddily made his way towards a random pretty girl at a bar, you've been left alone, sitting next to Wolfwood at a bar, with no one left to serve as a buffer between you. You quietly groaned and just concentrated on drinking your whiskey. The bartender was generous enough (or most likely wanted to get more money from you) to pour you drink after drink. Once you became inebriated enough, you couldn't stop yourself from ogling Wolfwood with the most obvious look on your face. The way his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank his drink. The way the condensate wet his fingers and small drops of water glided down his wrist, the way the sweat was glistening on his forehead, a few strands of his raven-black hair getting stuck to it.. "Like what you see?" Nicholas chuchled next to you. "Yeah" you've replied absentmindedly, the meaning of your words catching up to you in a few seconds after your reply and you feel like your face is getting hot from embarassement. "Oh Lord...um...t's not what I meant at all!" you mumbled desperately, trying to backpedal from this situation. Wolfwood only shrugged and said to you "That's fine, I understand. I know that you hate me, so don't sweat it" What? Did he really mean this? Well...it's not like you've been acting the friendliest with him... And your overly drunk brain screamed at you that it's terribly important that he knows that it's not the case. That it's the exact opposite thing. "No!" you said way too loudly, making Nico turn his head to you with slightly puzzled expression. "No! It's not like that! It's just that I don't know what to say to you to not sound like a fool...how to walk next to you without constantly looking at you...um...you are completely wrong, I like you so much I cannot stand being next to you. But t's fine..Iknowthatyoudontlikemelikethat.." you basically muttered the convession in a single breath, which made Wolfwood look at you slyly and move closer to you, occupying the epty barstool that belonged to Vash before he left. "That so?" he chuckled. "Didn't know that our pretty little grey mouse had it in her. I actually thought that you hated me, ya know?" Your brain was barely thinking, especially now that you've been so so close to your crush for the first time in months. You pressed both of your palms to your knees, leaning in so close to him that your hot breath was fanning his face now. "No! I like you...and...and m'not a grey mouse!" you pouted at him. This made Nicholas hold his breath, before he smiled at you confidently and smugly, like a big arrogant black cat. "Yeah? Then prove it, little mouse" "Prove it? How do I do this?" you inquired innocently. "It's not like I would know. Up to ya, mouse" he shrugged. You frowned, trying to get your thoughts together, then moved even closer to him, craning your neck to smash your lips against his, your palms clutching into the soft flesh of his thighs. Wolfwood hissed, but eagerly accepted your kiss, smirking against your lips and moving his hands to bring you even closer to him. You didn't notice the bartender cursing at you two for being shameless in his tavern and Vash yelping from pain caused by Meryl smashing his back pointing her finger to you.

[tojikai]

i am extremely late to the sunders(?) fic ending i read it a while ago and couldn’t find it again but now 🥲 i have so many feelings about it. definitely not bad just pity and sympathy

gojo’s mom as terrible as she was, is clearly going through “the other woman” syndrome and is projecting that onto naomi who is a very on the fence about what she’s coaching her to do. i felt so bad i know she’s a rapist, like ew yucky!!! but also she’s just terribly misguided and also suffering from the other woman syndrome as despite her having the man she would’ve ended up just like gojo’s mom is they had gotten married.

gojo’s dad is the worst in my opinion. idk if i missed anything. did mom gojo trap him with the baby? 😭 if she did then he isn’t the worst but if she didn’t i have so feelings surrounding him bc… marrying a woman u don’t love and sticking through it for gojo and just saying she’s “just there” 😣 omg idk if i’m just a lover girl but i genuinely believe everyone should experience some type of reciprocal love in their life.

if they just decided to have a healthy co parenting relationship instead of slapping the marriage bandaid on their issues NONE of this would’ve happened! sorry this is so long but this is the first fic in a while to make me actually had deep thoughts and feelings. i didn’t really feel y/n as “me” more like another character.

moral of my talk? DO NOT DATE MEN WITH KIDS AND BABY MOMS!!!! they’ll break u 😭😭😢 again sorry this is so long i just needed to say something about this and my notes app is tired

satoru's mom definitely has something wrong w her😭 i feel she tried to turn naomi into someone like her so she doesn't feel too miserable abt her situation smh. naomi's definitely misguided, she was already blinded by her love for satoru and her pursuit of happiness and then satoru's mother made it worse by coaxing her to do something so terrible.

satoru's mom didn't INTENTIONALLY babytrap his father. what happened was she got pregnant and then she terrorized papagojo's ex wife into leaving. he tried to look for them but was denied and even told by his exwife's family to respect her choice. other than that, he can't really find her. so he thought that the least thing he could do for his remaining son is to give him a "proper" family :')) but it did more harm than good bc he can't even fully love satoru's mother. in the end, their problems manifested in their relationships

anywayyy i enjoyed reading this, and reading that you really saw yn as a character of her own makes me feel like i really created an individual w their own personality <3 thank you sm for your support~!!

[waitresslover2008]

Stupid Clichés Side A - Waitress x F.Reader

(I'd like to apologize for the terrible romance writing)

It was a friday morning, I wanted to reward myself after a long week by walking around town but now...I think I'm lost. I stopped in my tracks, looking around, I found a café across the street and I figured that maybe a little coffee could help me retrace my steps, so I entered with the bittersweet aroma going through me.

I slowly walked towards the counter, the girl who was behind said counter looked exhausted and irritated, but when she turned to look at me, her eyes widened, she looked a little caught off guard. "W...wh- I uh- Can I help you?"

This is quite strange to say, but I could feel a soft touch of attraction when we made eye contact. Something about her was so indescribable.

But I decided not to entertain these thoughts too much. I'm just here to get a coffee, that's all. Not to fall in love rom-com style. "....Yes, can I uh- can I get an iced coffee?" I smiled politely. "Alright..." She got to work while I sighed, awkwardly standing there. I looked outside. The sun was bright, bursting with rays while the chatter was quiet, it was obviously a pretty slow day but I took solace in the still silence.

When I turned back, she was just staring at me. I flinched. "Something wrong?" "Oh! Nothing, sorry."

She handed me the drink, "That'll be $3.57" I gave her the money. "Thank you" I muttered under my breath. The way she looked at me, the way she smiled, I felt something. It was an insane feeling, one I wasn't so comfortable with. But a spark was lit, and I'm drawn to her even more. There was just a pull. A feeling I just couldn't ignore.