#yes shut up I know this shit released like 7 years before I was even born and I’m just now playing it
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gatoburr0 · 7 months ago
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I had a bad trip playing this game but I guess it’s the lifetime noodle product supply coupon I won at a burger shop
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decapitatedsnake · 2 months ago
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My little (to no) context reaction to the wisdom saga 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
(I couldn't stay up to watch the live so I'm just listening to the music = no animatics)
[30th of august 14:58]
Legendary
. I mean I've already heard legendary but I'm excited
. Gorgeous music, I feel transported into like ancient greece
. This sounds amazing
. The guy who voices Telemachus (MICO?) is adorable
. I don't like the riffs but he sounds good
. Telemachus deserves the world
. "L-l-l-l egendary"
. 108??!
. Isn't he like 13 here? (anywhere from 12-15 i feel like)
. I don't think we got a snippet of the ending
. MAN OF THE HOUSE
. AHHHA
. 20 YEARS?? WHAT
. I can't tell if they said 12 or 20
."BOY" Lowkey scared me
. EXCUSE YOU SIR TRAMP?? WHO DOES HE THINK-
. Antinous didn't come to play DAYUM
. This is insane
. "Whatcha gonna do about it champ?" Jorge was totally right Ayron is such a good Antinous
. Awwww he can't do anything :<
. Wait?
Little wolf
. GET HIM TELEY
. I love Antinous's voice
. I really loved the snippets for this one
. "I'll teach you all the lessons your daddy never could" it's on sight actually
. And little wolf is just so ughh I wanna punch him
. ATHENA
. FIGHT BACK
. BAHAHAHA UPPERCUT?
. QUICK THOUGHT
. And he👏is👏a 👏bully👏
. SHOW HIM
. ATHENA IS SO COOL
. OMG OMG
. Her voice is stunning
. The animatics are gonna go so hard
. Awww
. Oh he lost??
. Telemachus:((
. I mean yeah why did she come to your aid?
We'll be fine
. We only got Teleys bit so I'm excited
. Oo start with Athena
. FRIEND??
. Don't make me cry
. "He was a lot like you" gee I wonder why
. GREW APART :((
. HIS LIGHT!!
. GLORIOUS VOICE
. WAITT THEY CHANGED IT
. "Or if hes worth the hype but" > " I don't know what he's like"
. Fair enough
. And they changed "Cuz I got in a fight, sailed to an island when I've never left home shores"
. Okay it's been less than 5 minutes please refrain on the whole "friend" thing rn lol
. God telemachus voice (I can't shut up they're such good singers"
. DUET!!!!
. YOU WILL BE FINE
. Kid? Is he twenty or 12 I can't tell
Love in paradise
. FUCK YES
. WAIT THE INTRO?
. THEY WERE AT SEA FOR 10 YEARS, damn
. THE MUSIC SOARING, IT'S SO COOL, ouch
. CALYPSO MY LOVE (only the epic version though) [Ik it's up to interpretation but for me she doesn't sa him in this version]
. She's my wife 🙂 anyway 🤨
. HELL NO
. Oh shit love in paradise is athena watching, not Odysseus's experience
. Like this is when they first met and Calypso and Odysseus have been together for 7 years
. 7 YEARS
. YEAH I SAID THAT, before the song did
. ODYSSEUS!!
. WHAT > THE LEDGE
. ODYSSEUS 😭😭😭😭
. Wtf I am not emotionally stable enough for this
. Open..... arms.. BRO
. HIS MUM, POLITES AND EURY AND PENELOPE AND ATHENA??? BROO 😢
. YEAH I THINK HE DOES NEED HELP UGH
God games
. Ooo very grand
. Athena get him PLEASE
. She's about that business
. YES GOD GAMES INTRO OMGG
. WAIT WERE GONNA HEAR APOLLO AND HEAPHESTUS I'M SO EXCITED
. THE LITTLE MUSIC CHANEGS ARE SO GOOD
. ZEUS VOICE IS SO AMASZNIGN
. "and me" 😎
. That is not how I thought Apollo would sound
. He's batting for the sirens?? Um Ig that makes sense
. Oh Heaphestus I totally thought that aphrodite was next
. Well she's level 3 anyway
. BRO HIS DAD VOICES HEAPHESTUS I LOVE THAT
. Wait Apollo and Heaphestus are very reasonable, good for them
. NOW THE ONE WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR (excluding Hera)
. OMG IT'S THE SNIPPET THAT'S THE FINAL
. Athena's voice is new?
. Hmm she rerecorded but they didn't
. DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO KILL HER
. Don't fuck with Telemachus in front of Athena
. "Ughh release him"
. HERA
. OH FUCK SHE'S PERFECT CMON
. RELEASE HIM
. ZEUS YOU DICKHEAD SHE'S THE GODESS OF WISDOM LITERALLY ONLY HER COULD BEAT YOUR GAME
. WHAT WHAT
. NO
. WHAT???
. WHAT'S going on
. The music is telling me she like survived whatever his ambush was
. Zeus....
.THATS THE END WHATT
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pas-de-duex · 4 months ago
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Prinxiety Week Day 7: Music
Read it on ao3 here! It has an additional chapter with the extra prompt: Concert!
Trigger warnings: anger, jealousy
@prinxietyweek
Virgil Storm was on top of the world.
Underneath the bright lights, in front of roaring crowds, sweaty from performing his latest hit, he felt better than ever.
Right now, watching one of his biggest fans on a date, he felt like shit.
He had absolutely no right to feel this way.
It wasn’t even that Roman was a groupie or anything (gods know he had plenty of those). Roman was just a huge, huge fan. He went to every concert, every meet and greet, and every interview Virgil’s band gave in the greater Miami area. Hell, Virgil had even seen him in Atlanta, Georgia one time! Roman was a consenting adult who had every right to go on a date with whoever he so wished.
So why did Virgil feel so shitty seeing him with some guy who looked like he should have a wife and kids at home, not sitting with Virgil’s newly acquired crush in a witchy tea restaurant that had recently opened up downtown?
Virgil was supposed to be picking up some new guitar picks from Logan in five minutes. Instead he found himself marching into said restaurant, and sliding into the booth next to Roman.
“Hey Roman.”
Roman turned to him in shock.
“You-you, you- you-“
“Well hey kiddo! You must be that Virgil Storm Roman keeps telling me about.”
“Patton,”
“Let me tell ya, Roman here LOVES your music! He's got posters of you all over his room! He owns every cd, record, hell even cassette tape you’ve ever released! He’s been to a ton of your concerts! Why, he even dragged me to one in Atlanta last year-“
“Patton!!” Roman stared daggers at the other man, while Virgil gave a satisfied smirk. “Ahem, sorry, you’ll have to excuse my friend Patton here. He just moved to Miami from Atlanta and we are, um, catching up.” Roman gave Virgil a sheepish smile.
“Hey, no worries. Just thought I’d come say hi to my biggest fan. I’ll get out of your hair if-“
“No! Uh, I mean, would you, would you care to join us? I mean- you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, I’m surprised you even remember me, let alone that you know my name, I MEAN-“
Roman put his head on the table in shame.
Virgil felt his phone buzz. It was no doubt Logan wondering where the heck he was.
“Yeah, I've got some time.”
He quickly shut off his phone and took a menu from Roman.
“So, how long have you two known each other?”
“Oh Roman and I have been friends since kindergarten! I moved away to Atlanta for college, but we’re still the bestest of friends!”
Patton ended up doing most of the talking. Roman spent most of the time avoiding Virgil’s eyes, and Virgil spent most of the time staring at Roman.
“Well this was great, Roman! Now that I’m finally home we’ll have to do this more often! Oh and it was nice to meet you, Virgil!” Patton gave Roman a hug and waved to Virgil before heading
“So, just to make 100% certain, he’s not your boyfriend, right?”
“What? Patton? No! He’s just-he’s just a very good friend. I prefer guys that are,”
“Tall, dark, and mysterious?”
“Well…y-yes I suppose so.”
Virgil smiled and put his arm around Roman’s shoulders. “Wanna run an errand with me then, babe?”
Roman blushed. “Uh, sure! It’s a date! I mean, not a date, I mean-“
“It’s a date.” Virgil kissed Roman’s cheek and started walking towards Logan’s music store.
“Finally! Never have I ever had such trouble getting in contact with someone over guitar picks! Oh, hello Roman. Why do you consistently order 3,000 of them Virgil! If you wouldn’t sign them and throw them into the crowds, maybe you wouldn’t have to keep ordering so many!”
“Wait, time out, you know Roman?”
Logan looked like he was about to take off his tie and beat Virgil to death with it.
“That’s what you took from all that? Yes Virgil, yes I know Roman! I think I would know my own brother-in-law very well!l
“Brother-in-law?”
Logan was dangerously close to murdering Virgil.
“Um; how about those guitar picks, Logan? I’m sure Virgil is happy to take them off your hands-“ Roman murmured the rest of his sentence.
“What was that, babe?” Virgil asks.
“I said I’m sure you're happy to take the guitar picks and maybe-“ he murmured again.
“Logan’s not going to get them until you tell me what you want,” Virgil said coyly.
“I said you’re happy to take them off your hands thenmaybeyoullsignoneandgiveittomebecauseivebeentooverfifteenofyourconcertsandnevercaughtoneofyourguitarpicks.”
Virgil laughed. Logan rolled his eyes and went to grab the box of guitar picks.
“Of course I’ll give you one, babe. But it wouldn’t be authentic if I didn’t get to play you something first.”
He swiped a pick from Logan’s jar on the counter, and went and grabbed an acoustic guitar off the wall.
“Hey! That’s a vintage 1966 Martin 18! You’d better be careful with that!”
Virgil ignored his friend and sat on a stool Logan conveniently had near the wall. He strummed a few cords and then began to sing.
“At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song!”
Roman could’ve swooned. Virgil finished up his song, took out a sharpie, and autographed the pick. He hung the guitar back on the wall, then got down on one knee and presented the pick to Roman.
“Roman… would you do me the honor of going on a proper date with me?”
Roman took the pick with shaking hands.
“Yes, yes a thousand times yes!!”
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joyswonderland1108 · 2 years ago
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I know i said that my biases are Jimin and JK but i never said i wasn’t a big fan of 3J which means that if Hobi is being disrespected imma snap your head in half!
Every time i come here to talk about something nice there’s a whole mess going on that at this point my blog is turning to a rant blog ffs. When did this fandom become like this? When did the toxicity became huge to the point where you can’t go a day without something disgusting being spread online? 
So by now everybody knows that Hybe posted an announcement about Hobi’s upcoming enlistment that he started the procedure already, we saw that coming but it’s still upsetting of course, we still felt sad knowing how real it’s becoming that Hobi is leaving for MS too. So we’re trying to come to terms with it and another announcement only this time it’s a happier one:
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We were also able to see our Sunshine live 
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(Credits to Dalto on Twitter)
Now i believe you see where this is going right? So Hope on the street is a single set to be released on March 3rd, key word here : SINGLE. One song. But of course dickheads have a thing to say right? Saying how he is interfering with Jimin’s solo if he couldn’t release it before why choose now bla bla bla rat language.
I’ve mentioned in my previous post that even one song can take a while let alone many, some artists spent 2 3 years on one song, it’s called perfectioning it, working on every possible flaw so that the end result is something that lets the artist feel satisfied with the hard work he put in it. So to answer the “why didn’t he release it before?” simply because he couldn’t “why won’t he release it later?” simply because he can’t. 
Now saying that he’s interfering with Jimin’s solo.. There are 20 days between March 3rd and March 24th (not including both dates) and again am going back to the key word, it’s a SINGLE it’s only one song how tf is that interfering with Jimin’s solo? There’s enough time to give attention to Hope on the street and also be ready for FACE.
It’s actually funny to see people try to make it a competition between none other than Jihope like.. Be so fr right fucking now! It’s not like y’all are legally blind to not notice how close those two are, they’re besties, and more than anything they are happy for each other so for a bunch of low-life strangers trying to put their 2 useless cents of thoughts on the matter.. y’all just shut the fuck up
Now if Hobi just decided to enlist without dropping anything, people would be saying how he’s not appreciating Army he just left like that or why did he wait all that time to enlist if he doesn’t have more work to do or or or.. Of course there’s always something to complain about, this fandom is never satisfied and would you look at that, the boys still think about this stupid fandom and dedicate their work to them. 
Honestly there should be a whole separate new fandom for our boys, a private one that is, Vip or whatever you wanna call it, like you can’t get into that fandom unless you pass the morals test, the personality test, etc.. Army be fighting with that other fandom (not mentioning the name but y’all already know who, no hate to the girlies they’re cool, can’t say the same thing about their fandom tho) when they’re no better, creating shit INSIDE the fandom to begin with. 
It’s seriously getting tiring and sickening how people were just allowed to become this hateful, it’s like they forget that they got into this fandom that was started because of BTS like.. THE WHOLE BAND! Yes these 7 men are all different and unique but they’re also part of the same band whether you like it or not and if they wanted to go solo like many of y’all are dying for it to happen they would’ve done it a while ago it’s not the first time idols leave their band to go on a solo journey. If y’all have no respect for these boys as a band at least have respect towards your favs and what they want, what they wish for and the people they love. 
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heartbrake-hotel · 2 years ago
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I posted 2,911 times in 2022
That's 2,911 more posts than 2021! 😳
10 posts created (0%)
2,901 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@presleyonfilm
@star-shard
@karamelcoveredolicity
@troubleinapinksuit
I tagged 1,938 of my posts in 2022
Only 33% of my posts had no tags
#fave - 193 posts
#art - 85 posts
#laugh tag - 77 posts
#��� - 16 posts
#long ref - 15 posts
#🔒 - 14 posts
#mine - 10 posts
#👉👉 - 9 posts
#🦇 - 7 posts
#things to never lose - 7 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#right on the heels of a very beautiful reminder that even deeply flawed personas deserve respect if not love given to telling their stories
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Lol I read your tags on the Las Vegas text post and I’m thinking no longer than half an hour realistically 😅 but I googled it and it would actually be longer for a 30+ man but for him being a sex symbol and horny af I’m thinking it could be even be 20 minutes 😂
BHAHAHAHHA GOOD im glad someone saw that 😅😅 cmon elvis the people need ANSWERS,, this is for SCIENCE
but yes exactly like i read the research ik what the most probable answer would be from a human bio standpoint but im afraid the typical male anatomy does not account for ep's specific brand of Massively Horny 😔
so good good im glad to hear you agree.! ideally i was thinking three over the course of maybe a couple hours so that seems reasonable💫 and also post-show which uhh. historically seems to have.. dare i say Increased his libido😳
of course if that had been too frequent it wouldn't have been a hassle to incorporate some edging instead oop
5 notes - Posted October 14, 2022
#4
for the first question of the elvis ask game bc i am incapable of Shutting Up;
"When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?"
like literally i could Not in good conscience let this extend my original answer post ohhhh my god 😅😅 but also i quite like the story and want it recorded for selfish purposes so if you are for Some Reason interested...... here she is
my mom really loves elvis (some of you might know this already). she's from alabama, and growing up her dad (who died p young) really liked him (though my gramma still insists "he always did a little too much of that... jigglin' for my taste"). she remembers her father let her stay home from school on august 17th, 1977, because she was so distraught after hearing about elvis the afternoon before. that day after was a wednesday and she was 10 years old. she says it was practically a public day of mourning in the south.
on the other hand my mom is also deeply catholic and experienced a great moral terror surrounding media consumption upon having me, her oldest, bc she was afraid that if my first word had been "margaritaville" she would have had to answer to god for the depravation of my immortal soul :/ and no that's not a joke she literally thought that about jimmy buffet. so we didn't, uh. have music in my house as a kid. my mom had one (1) bruce springsteen cd i wasn't allowed to listen to, and my dad had one (1) johnny cash cassette that i WAS. other than that the only music we had around was the soundtracks in movies and a lot of gregorian chant. and the one copy of the high school musical deluxe edition soundtrack that i got for christmas in 2006 and my sister and i literally wore the ribbon out of bc we were so starved for Tunes dfghs so i actually. had no idea my mom liked elvis she never listened to his music around me or brought him up.
aaaand then in.. 2009 or 2010 (i had to look up the release date of justin bieber's baby to verify this Holy Shit), i went away to sleepaway camp for the first time. it was an art, science, and technology camp at my dad's alma mater (and eventually mine❤) in my parent's hometown, a couple hours away. i stayed with my dad's parents instead of on campus, but it was still A Big Deal growing-up-wise. and my mom sent me a care package while i was there, with a postcard to read for every day of the week i was gone.
they were all pictures of elvis and i had No Idea Why.
i thought maybe she was just being, like. fun and kitschy.?? idk i was a weird kid who had a weird mom, it was easy to rationalize. and she didn't address it at all until the third postcard, when she said she had thought about finding stationary i would like to write these on but instead she decided to give me something precious to her, these elvis postcards she'd had lying around since she was a girl. because of how, you know, she loved elvis so much.
WELL, NO. NO MOM, I DID NOT "KNOW."
up until this point the only defining knowledge i had of elvis could be summarized by the epic rap battle of history vs michael jackson, which contains such lyrical marvels as "here's a tip - don't swallow a bucket of drugs so you won't die on the toilet dropping hunks of burning love," and "well, i may have died on the shitter but i don't give a crap, you ain't got half the badass battle raps that i have." yes i Did type those out from memory. i'm sure i'd heard elvis' music before (i had seen lilo and stitch at least once, after all) but if you had asked me to name even one of his songs at that time i don't think i could've done it. i simply hadn't conceptualized him beyond the vague image of a white jumpsuit and the words "thank ya, thank ya very much." but my mother expressing ANY sort of interest in a celebrity or pop culture at large was Absolutely Shocking, and i was determined to take advantage of this moment by seeing what the hype was all about.
so i went downstairs to my grandparent's basement pc and typed "elvis" into the google search bar. that was it. just "elvis." not "elvis presley," not "elvis songs," not "who the hell was elvis and does an interest in him make my mother lame or cool?" just "elvis." :)
and then he opened his mouth and heaven started pouring out.
and the first video that came up was the rapid city unchained melody performance. i watched the video, and i almost immediately had this absolutely overwhelming outpouring of love for this man on the screen. he slurred out "unchained melody. from an album called unchained melody. makes a lot of sense. ok" and i remember thinking that that "ok" had sounded so SMALL. he sounded like a lost little boy. and then that maternal instinct immediately fled my 12-year-old body and i scoffed like a tweenybopping little bitch and thought from how tiny he sounded he couldn't possibly have had a voice worth listening to.
i had never heard the song before (though i was immediately struck by its.. well, melody). i didn't know he was struggling with a drug habit, and i didn't know it had been filmed shortly before his death and would eventually come to be seen as the crowning final jewel in the midst of years of muddy decline. all i knew was that this man looked like he should've been in a hospital instead of on a stage, pouring sweat, minutes away from toppling backwards off the piano bench, and despite all of that... he was making the most devastatingly beautiful music i had ever heard. his voice was so strong, so clear, and i was once again baffled that a voice like that could be coming out of his visibly ailing body. i thought about how beautiful it was that he was giving so much of himself to perform this song when he looked like he didn't even have it in him to make it another couple of days. and i thought he was the most beautiful man i had ever seen in my life for doing it. it was like i had the word "beautiful" running on loop in my head. the only thought i had was "beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," over and over again until the song finished.
i didn't even realize i was crying until my gramma (who was just about deaf and had been two floors above me and on the other side of the house) came down to check on me. i remember her coming to stand at the foot of the basement steps and looking at me really carefully, asking if i was ok. and i had never heard her sound worried before ever so i took my headphones off and opened my mouth to ask her what she meant, and i realized i couldn't talk because i was so violently sobbing. apparently i had been shaking, hugging myself, and rocking back and forth for the duration of the video and was so insularly focused on elvis i hadn't even known it. dramatic ass bitch
eventually i calmed down enough to tell my gramma i didn't know who elvis was but i was having a breakdown about him anyway, and it felt really weird because a man i wasn't even invested in had just changed my life maybe bc that's about how big what i was feeling was. she just said "ok. do you want to feel that more or less?" so she sat there with me and i watched the video three or four more times and thought he was just angelic. not in the cheesy "did it hurt when you fell from heaven" way but like there was literally something of the divine about him. and i sat there at the computer desk and cried myself out and eventually about forty minutes later said "ok now i would like to feel less" so she told me on the news that morning had been a performance by a boy about my age and did i know who justin bieber was. this was probably a leading question because it was statistically likely i was wearing a my world 2.0 t-shirt at this time, but it gave me an opportunity to show a 70-year-old the baby music video and also to explain what a youtuber was and my emotional range normalized again.
and then that depth of emotion was so uncomfortably strong and i was so unequipped to deal with it as a kid that i shoved it down and learned hound dog and blue suede shoes and can't help falling in love and then totally disavowed myself of Anything elvis for a decade. or at least that's what i thought i was doing but also i loved dion and the belmonts on one end of the relevant temporal spectrum and frankie valli and the four seasons on the other and my favorite movie was bye bye birdie (the 1995 tv one with jason alexander tho not the '63 version sorry ammo) and i spent a Lot of time reading about buddy holly's life story so uh. MAYHAPS I WAS ALWAYS PRIMED FOR THIS.
and then baz luhrmann bashed me on the head with a sledgehammer and it hit my reset button and now here i am✨
6 notes - Posted September 24, 2022
#3
If I had a nickel for every time they made a movie where the plot was "Elvis is in love with his brother's girlfriend, and eventually his brotherly love tops the homicidal sibling instinct but a lot of violence happens first, and also the brother is left traumatized because Elvis eats it at the end" .. I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
9 notes - Posted September 6, 2022
#2
have just been informed by my grandma that my mom's bridal shower was elvis-themed.!
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extremely bold of her to be engaged to another man yet publicly dedicate her party to known sex symbol elvis presley.. im incredibly into it honestly
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something something baby seasons change😌
21 notes - Posted September 18, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
if you're looking to have a calm and emotionally stable day i have a very important tip for you - i recommend you do NOT listen to the wild in the country soundtrack and recontextualize it in your head.
do NOT listen to this song that's clearly meant to be about a breakup but imagine the lyrics as a love letter from elvis to his fans from beyond the grave DONT DO IT,
If I should go, forget me never
Please say that you'll remember me
I pray the dreams we share together
Will shine on in your memory
Each time a star falls out of heaven
It leaves the sky a deeper blue
So if we part, forget me never
And don't forget my love for you
And don't forget my love for you
⚠️ this has been a psa
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swtki · 3 years ago
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Enemy - E. C
Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader
Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again
Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.
A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.
If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.
He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.
He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.
He needed to eat.
The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.
The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.
So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.
“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?
As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.
“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.
“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.
He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.
“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.
“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.
“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”
“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.
“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.
“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.
“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.
As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.
He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.
Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.
“Wait-” He began.
“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”
“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.
“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.
She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.
“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.
“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.
“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.
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daughter-of-sapph0 · 2 years ago
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have you people ever heard of Zammis fucking Clark? let me tell you all a wild story about my favorite hacker, aka, SlipStream
so this guy hacked vtech in 2015 (vtech makes kids electronics and smart devices) and stole the data of over 6 million kids by complete accident.
the hacker, known as slipstream, found that vtech's website was using fucking abode flash for their logging page, which is notoriously bad because of its vulnerability to sql injections, which basically means putting malicious code in the box instead of your password. and it fucking worked. he had root access, and downloaded as much as he could before disconnecting. it was only afterwards when he realized he had collected the data of millions of users. emails, passwords, home addresses, full names, and tons of texts and videos sent by children who were on average 7 years old! slipstream basically went "holy fucking shit this is so bad! this is a serious fucking coppa violation! I need to report this immediately!!!" so he contacted a reporter who contacted a friend to verify that the leak was legit. and after like a week of trying to contact vtech, the reporter finally got through, and vtech said they didn't even know about the attack until they were contacted. what the actual fuck
so the news gets out. vtech is in serious hot water. they shut down their servers completely for two weeks, and also secretly update their tos to say "hey if we get hacked and your data gets stolen, it's your fault for trusting us and you are not allowed to sue us. okay? :)" slipstream eventually gets tracked down and arrested by the English authorities, but is released with basically just a slap on the wrist as it's a first time offense and he hadn't sold any data nor had any intention to sell the data. vtech, also basically got a slap on the wrist from the us government. for having a highly vulnerable website, collecting the data of children under 12, not notifying the parents, and not encrypting any of the data, what are they forced to pay for this serious violation of privacy? 10 cents per kid. that's it. that's how much the us government considers your private and personal data to be worth.
anyway, that was 2015. what happened since then? well vtech is still a profitable company for some fucking reason. they claim to have undated their security, but I fucking doubt that. what about slipstream? well he went on to have a normal career and give up on hacking forever... I'm fucking lieing! he hacked mother fucking Microsoft! he leaked press releases, emails, and development versions of unreleased operating systems!
and then he went on to hack Nintendo in their biggest leak of all time, known as the Gigaleak. yes, THAT Gigaleak! the same Gigaleak that gave us so much information of development versions of Mario, Zelda, Pokemon, and more. the same Gigaleak that showed off never before seen beta content. the same Gigaleak that confirmed that Luigi was planned but unfortunately cut from Super Mario 64! that Gigaleak.
he was again arrested, this time by europol, but didn't go to prison because he was autistic and they were worried about his safety. so they let him free without any computer or internet restrictions. and guess what he does. he (allegedly) hacks fucking North Korea and leaks their operating system Red Star OS 3.0, which has been so secret that before slipstream's leak, we had only a few blurry screenshots of it! (I say allegedly, because Wikipedia doesn't have a citation, but I'm pretty sure it's true as other sources for the leak cite his twitter username)
so yeah, that's the story of SlipStream. a guy who hacked multi billion dollar international corporations and god damn North Korea, all before the age of 25
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blogevaawrites · 3 years ago
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Keeping to the schedule
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut
Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen.
Part I   Part II
I tried to process the whole information he was sharing and for the first time I believed I made a mistake. I saw it then, why he has been incredibly mad at me.
Sure, at first our separation was hard, but now he was looking happy, at least that’s what he shows me. I also was well, I still loved him but deep in my heart I thought it was the best for both of us. Now everything seems so wrong.
“There was another way. You could have told me everything, we could have dealt with all of that. You let this happen to us.” I said, full of resentment. His face was different then, he came here full of concern and then all what I was seeing was frustration.  
“What are you talking about? You filed for divorce. You decided unilaterally when we were done. You ran away from our marriage at first obstacle. This is not my fucking blame.” His words were like a knife in my skin. I never took it like that. All what I could see was his unhappiness and coldness, in my heart I was doing the right thing.
Tears fell down through my cheeks uncontrollably, our seven years together seemed thrown away. I could feel him moving around the room, he was trying to calm down himself.
“I thought you were being distant because you blamed me for the infection, and then when anything seemed to change, I thought you weren’t happy and that you didn’t know how to leave me.” I said after I got my shit together. I saw him shaking his head, I wasn't sure if he wasn’t satisfied with my words or if he was answering the accusation.
He didn’t response right away, he took a few minutes to breathe loudly.
“I felt ashamed of being the one who needed help after what you went through.” He said without looking at me, he was staring the wall behind me. “I could have never ever blamed you for something like that.” He finished. His hand went to caress my face before pulling me to his embrace.
“I’m sorry” I babbled between tears.
I let myself cry my eyes out in his arms. I felt like I threw out our life because I couldn’t put aside my anger to talk our problems out , like I put my daughters through all of that because I got mad at my husband. I knew he wasn't innocent at all but guiltiness took over my whole body and couldn’t shake it off.
His hands ran all over my back and the back of my neck; the feeling of security invaded my body and the need of get out of my own thoughts grew.
He was so close to me that I couldn’t help kissing him.
His hands didn’t take long before holding my face closer to him, in the perfect position to let our tongues connect with each other.
Needing for air we broke the kiss but not for long, he kissed me again letting his hand go to hold me up from my butt. I just could follow his actions; I didn’t want to do anything else. He took me to our bedroom quickly, he sat at the edge of the bed making me straddle him.
Without leaving my mouth, he moved the strips of my shirt away from my shoulders, leaving my breast on full display for him. His hands played with my nipples before taking them in his mouth. I just could moan, moving my hips to find some friction against his bulge. He showed me his excitement pushing my hips even closer to him.
“I love you so much” he mumbled against my collarbone. His words made my noxious thoughts hunt my mind, I knew he loves me, I loved him too; it wasn’t the first time he said it after our divorce, but it was wrong now. I stood up quickly, he looked at me confused while I tried to put my shirt on again.
“What’s wrong?” he asked extending his arm to reach me.
“Who am I now? Your sidechick. Isn’t works in the other way? From a sidechick to a wife?” I said with a sardonic laugh, rubbing my eyes, trying to concentrate again.
He laughed, laying down on the bed. I looked at him completely horrified by his reaction. He took his phone from his jeans and scrolled around it for a few seconds before handing it to me.
It was a kind of a contract, an agreement to release seven pictures along with a misleading and suggestive headline.
“Meghan asked me because her team want her to be related to a certain kind of people.” He explained, I knew that this is part of his job, and he was used to it before we got together.
“It’s a pap walk.” I said understanding what he meant, I wasn’t familiar to it because he hadn’t done one since we met.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. That’s what I wanted to tell you when I came the last time.” He took my hand to bring me closer to him while he continued explaining “I shouldn’t have agreed to it, but I realized of it too late and I wanted to talk to you before the pictures got release. I didn’t want you to feel disappointed or mad and don’t worry! I already asked her and Meghan to shut down any rumor.” He guided my legs to straddle him again. “I tried to bail out of it after what happened between us, but I just couldn’t.”
“Okay.” I felt relieved. I wasn’t ready to see him with someone else, and thank God, he said he wasn’t ready to date again.
“Let’s just put you to sleep, okay?” He said caressing my head and taking my hair away from my face. He saw my face and quickly he explained to me his change of mind.
“The girls are with Scott, but he has a flight to catch in a couple hours. I need to pick them up. Okay?” he said forcing me to look at him. “Hey! Listen to me I will call you as soon as they fall sleep, will that be okay?” he asked again.  
I nodded, getting up. I thought he was going to leave right away but he did not. He uncovered the bed for me to get in and laid next to me for a few minutes.
“You will always be the one. I promise.” He slurred against my temple, after kissing it.
He left the room without waiting for an answer, he must have thought I was sleeping because he tried not to make many noises.
After a few hours, my phone rang, and I didn’t wait a second to respond.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to be up.” he said. I could hear him closing a door. I haven’t been in his new house, but I know his style very well, enough at least, to imagine it.
“I’m a light sleeper.”
“I know.” He let go a sad laugh. “I wanted to call you early, but Anna was interrogating my ass about my quick trip of tonight.” he said cooling off the environment.  
“Oh! Yeah! She can be very tough, it’s probably a phase.” I said with a smile, remembering the last time I had a quick conversation with our neighbor, and she thought I was dating him.
“Yeah! I guess, but I think we should check on her, maybe she’s experiencing anxiety because of the changes or something like that. I’ve been reading about kids with divorced parents can suffers these kinds of things.” I knew he was just worried about them; I was too, but right then I felt guilty, I felt like I did this to them.
“Okay” I murmured.
I was excited about his call, I wanted to figure it out what we could do to save this, but maybe it was too late. We held on everything for so long, and now it’s probably just too late.
“What do you want to do?” he asked calmly, completely away from my thoughts.
“I don’t know.��
“Tomorrow my sister is going to the lake house. She wanted me to take the girls, but I could let them go with her and we could hang out. I don’t know, we could have a kind of a date and talk, we could try to sort this out.”  
“Okay.”
“Is everything alright?” I knew he was asking because of my monosyllabic answers.
“Yes, I’m just kind of sleepy.” I didn’t want to talk anymore.
“Okay.” his voice sounded disappointed now. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
“I love you” he said after a few seconds quiet.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say, I loved him, but it felt like I was accepting everything, it felt like I was saying “yes, I broke us, our family”.
“Me too”  
I couldn’t say much else. I said bye and hung up.
He picked me up at 7:00 p.m, he told he wanted to spend the day with the girls because they wanted to spend the night over there with their cousins. We decided to just have a dinner at his house in order to have more privacy and also, we could be in a kind of neutral environment since he doesn’t feel it like home, and I don’t even know the house.
“You want a tour?” he asked as soon as we got in the house. I nodded and followed him through the house. I wasn’t wrong about this style, the house it was almost a copy of ours, and it felt weird.
“It’s very similar to ours, isn’t?” I said softly, I wasn’t sure how he was going to take it.
“Yeah, I know, Scott said the same thing, but I don’t know, I’m living here, and this has to be home now.” He said and all at once I felt the guiltiness coming back to my body, it was like I kicked him out of his home.
“We have your favorite for dinner” he said completely unaware of my harmful thoughts.
“Great.” I didn’t want to spoil any possible progress.
He took my hand guiding me to the dinning room. We had a nice dinner, just talking about our past, when we met, when I got pregnant with Anna, when we took her to Disney for the first time… we had a happy life.
We talked about everything, but we didn’t talk about why we let this happened to us. It was like we weren’t seeing the big fat elephant in the room. After the dinner he took me outside to have the dessert in front the fireplace.
“Are you okay?” he asked worried, I wasn’t being very talkative, and he knows me well enough to let it pass.
“Yes.” I said taking a spoon of mousse.
He took my dessert from my hands.
“You sure?” he asked, forcing me to look at him by my chin. I just could nod; I didn’t know what else to do.
He took my chin to his head, kissing me deeply. He got his body closer to mine and his hand went to hip and the other one didn’t leave the back of my neck. I kept to his leading until I felt his hand get under my dress, touching my naked thigh. I pushed him away from me softly. I stood up and rubbed my face trying to find the right words.
“This is not my fault.” I dopped. He smiled in confusion.
“Well, I guess it’s not, I started to kiss you, but…” he started to say.
“I didn’t break us. I may have been the one who made it official, but you decided not to tell me what was going on.” As I said that his eyes went dark. I knew he was ready to fight back, I have seen those eyes too many times.
“It wasn’t exactly an easy journey, I couldn’t…” he was accepting that he blamed me. His voice also changed; it wasn’t the same voice he used to used when we were married. This one was ironic, rough, and mean, the one he use since we were divorced.
“Mine wasn’t easy either! It wasn’t just a rough patch for me, Chris. I felt you were abandoning me, and you knew what I was feeling.”  My eyes were getting wet, and I tried to do everything not to cry.
“How I could have known that?” he sounded irritated, not just because he was talking louder but he also because his head was resting in his hands.
“Because I told you, Chris! I asked you to come back home million of times, and you rather take our daughters to the other side of the world than come back home with your wife.” I said, recalling the last time I asked him when he was going to be back. He didn’t answer, instead of that he set a whole plan. He made Scott flight to Boston to pick up the girls and then take them to Japan where he was filming his fifth film of the year.  
“I was working…” He said with a different voice.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” The air got cooler; we weren’t yelling anymore. He wasn’t looking at me when I started to walk out.
“I don’t think we can do this.” I said, ready to leave.
“We have to try it.” He caught my attention.
“Emma and Anna will be alright; they are fine now.” I’ve always thought that keeping kids in a unhappy marriage it’s way more dangerous that have a civilized divorce. I knew he was worried about them, but it wasn’t right.  
“Not because of them, because I love you and I know you love me too.” He was right.
“Maybe it’s not enough anymore.”
“Yes, it is! It has to be! I don’t want to be alone the rest of my life and if it’s not with you I will be, don’t you see it? It’s been almost a year and I still thinking of you as my wife.” He stood up to get closer to me.
It broke my heart that he was right. I can’t imagine myself with another man, and it could be just a matter of time, but I honestly didn’t think so.
“How could this work? We’re going to end hating each other.” I said verbalizing one of my biggest fears.
“We won’t. I promise.” He said pulling my body to his arms.
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tillidontneedfantasy · 4 years ago
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A Track-by-Track Breakdown of Taylor Swift’s 9th Studio Album: ‘evermore’
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“My collaborators and I are proud to announce that my 9th studio album and folklore’s sister record is here. It’s called evermore,” is how Taylor Swift introduces us to this album in its foreword. One might assume a “sister record” would entail b-sides, or tracks that didn’t quite make the cut for folklore, despite Taylor’s explanation that “we just couldn’t stop writing songs.” evermore’s release came at a strange time, upon the heels of the Folklore: Long Pond Studio Sessions film on Disney+, as well as 5 Grammy nominations for folklore. The world still captivated by folklore, it’s understandable why one might not consume evermore as critically. Even as a die-hard fan, I felt some whiplash by this announcement; I am still processing folklore! Hell, I’m still processing reputation!
If this was the Taylor from two years ago, this may have been a big enough fear of hers to hold off on releasing evermore. But as she explained upon folklore’s surprise release, life is too unpredictable now, and there are zero givens or guarantees. So she followed the same path this time (although making sure it fell in line with her birthday weekend). But it’s not just the strategic timing of the release that she’s thrown out the window for now, but also her mindset whilst making records. As she explains in the evermore album foreword,
“I’ve never done this before. In the past I’ve always treated albums as one-off eras and moved onto planning the next one as soon as an album was released. There was something different with folklore. In making it, I felt less like I was departing and more like I was returning. I loved the escapism I found in these imaginary/not imaginary tales. I loved the ways you welcomed the dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found. So I just kept writing them.”
This is a revelation for Swift, to let the music lead her into artistic freedom, which is what makes evermore such a triumphant return. Truly folklore’s sister record, Taylor wrote evermore with the same creative team: Aaron Dessner of The National (Swift’s favorite band), long-time pal and collaborator Jack Antonoff, Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, and William Bowery aka Swift’s boyfriend, Joe Alwyn (as officially revealed in the Long Pond Studio Sessions). Additionally, former 1989 tour openers and close friends of Taylor, the HAIM sisters, join the crew, along with Marcus Mumford for some dreamy backup vocals.
The production is just as wistful and mesmerizing as it was on folklore, yet the storytelling on evermore is kicked up a notch, expanding on the topics and worldbuilding established in its sister record, with even sharper lyrics and an effective and elaborate use of alliteration. The best thing about Taylor is that no matter what she does, her masterful lyricism is always at the heart of her art, and somehow, she keeps getting better. Once again, I wanted to explore the rich stories she’s crafted in this woodsy universe. This is how I’ve interpreted the album, but I hope you find your own meaning in the songs as well.
1. willow It is fitting that the opening track to folklore’s sister album, where we wade further into the forest that is Taylor Swift’s imagination and storytelling, would center on the type of tree that is a symbol of hope, belonging, safety, stability, and healing. “willow,” one of the few more obviously autobiographical tracks on the album, is a hymn of gratitude for her man (as she wants you to know, yes, thirteen times), Joe Alwyn, and how the invisible string tethering them together pulled her to him in a time when everyone else was counting her out. Though not as present on many of the other songs later to come on this record, you can feel the lightness in her heart on this song as she embraces the way in which the willow has bent, wrecking her plans, throwing her into the water and leaving her happily lost and afloat in his current. The downward key modulation throughout the last two repetitions of the chorus is beautiful and very fitting for Swift vocally, but also sounds like the feeling of finding your comfort and settling into it, basking it in while you wait for the next place the wind pulls you. Best lyric: “Now this is an open/shut case / I guess I should’ve known from the look on your face / Every bait and switch was a work of art.”
2. champagne problems On the second track of the album, Taylor dives back into the fictional worldbuilding she began to explore on folklore. While on folklore high school relationships and dramatics took center-stage, evermore graduates from adolescence to young adulthood, not that it is any easier emotionally on the listener’s heart. “champagne problems” chronicles a rejected marriage proposal between two college sweethearts at their old dorm building. Taylor sings as the narrator, a reflective, self-deprecating young woman who jokes about belonging in a madhouse and dismisses all her turmoil as champagne problems. The term ‘champagne problems’ itself could have various meanings here: their trivial concerns, the fact that their “sister splashed out on the bottle” of champagne that they will not be using to celebrate as they had hoped, or perhaps it could even hint that excessive drinking is a piece of all the ways the narrator is “fucked in the head,” as they said. Although the person she is singing to is the one who got hurt in the story, the hurt in the narrator’s heart is just as palpable and relatable, because you only have yourself to blame when you self-destruct. Best lyric: “’She would’ve made such a lovely bride, / what a shame she’s fucked in the head,’ they said / but you’ll find the real thing instead / she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred.”
3. gold rush On her YouTube live chat prior to the album’s release, Taylor explained that this song “takes place inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it.” The daydream consists of a love story so pure that the town had never seen such a thing; it could only happen in a fantasy for the narrator. How could she possibly have the gall to call them out on their contrarian shit, or end up with her Eagles t-shirt hanging from their door, when they are so coveted by all, and when she cannot withstand the thought of even competing? She sings, “My mind turns your life into folklore / I can’t dare to dream about you anymore,” a sweet little connecting piece to this album’s older sister, effectively convincing herself out of the idea of jumping into the chaos of the gold rush because even inside her own imagination it’s too dangerous. Best lyric: “I don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘till the bone crush.”
4. ‘tis the damn season According to Aaron Dessner, Taylor had written the lyrics for “’tis the damn season” in the middle of the night amidst their Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions recording after a long night of chatting and drinking with their co-conspirator, Jack Antonoff. The lyrics perfectly encapsulate the guttural ache the track evokes. It is a tale of two people who always find their way back to one another in their hometown, which acts as the ever-returning fork in the road. The path taken, back to L.A. in pursuit of her dreams, is the one she chose and continues to choose, but whenever she returns home, she takes a ride down the road not taken, just to get a taste of what could have been, even if just for the weekend. What starts off as an icy homecoming always transforms into the warmest intimacy. The success of this track is aligned with the success of Taylor’s entire career; even with such specific details, it feels so deeply personal to the listener. You know the street you’d drive along late at night laughing, the spot you’d park the car, the person who stars in every what-if. You will never really know if the road not taken is as good as it seems, but that might be ok; sometimes, the fantasy is better than the reality, anyway. Best lyric: “It’s the kind of cold / fogs up windshield glass, but I felt it when I passed you / There’s an ache in you / put there by the ache in me.”
5. tolerate it Inspired by the novel Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, “tolerate it” is an agonizing track from the perspective of a devoted wife who polishes plates and paints portraits and waits by the door for her husband with a battle hero’s welcome, who at best tolerates all her adoration. There are few things as painful as idolization being met with indifference, when you have all this love to give to someone who just leaves it there untouched. “tolerate it” captures that desperation for the approval you know will never arrive, but you sit and watch, waiting for it just in case you’re wrong, but you know you’re not. Best lyric: “I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life / drawing hearts in the byline”
6. no body, no crime feat. HAIM “no body, no crime,” the one evermore song solo-written by Taylor, has the clearest plot from beginning to end. In the same vein as the female powerhouse country classic “Goodbye Earl” by The Chicks, Taylor is out for blood to avenge her friend, Este (named for one of the HAIM sisters). The story goes as such: Este’s husband kills her for calling him out on his infidelity, and then Taylor kills the husband and frames his mistress. The HAIM girls, who are long-time friends of Taylor’s and former touring mates, lend their vocals to reinforce the accusation on the husband and to provide Taylor’s alibi. “no body, no crime” is so far the closest we’ve gotten to a return to “country Taylor,” proving that she is still the master of a killer country tune (yes, pun intended, it had to be done I’m sorry). Best lyric: “Good thing Este’s sister’s gonna swear she was with me / (she was with me, dude) / Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy”
7. happiness Written a week before the album’s release, “happiness” is one of Swift’s strongest and most reflective breakup songs. Although she writes it as though it is recent, there’s a lot of power in knowing that she’s been happily in love for four years, and that she is even better now at doing the thing that has always been best at. She is finally “above the trees,” as she sings, and is able to see it all for what it is, but her character is still in the heat of it all, trying to navigate the stages of grief when a relationship ends. We see the narrator grapple with many of those stages throughout the song. Most striking is the anger displayed in the second verse when she sings: “I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you / No, I didn’t mean that, / sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury.” That section is jarring and feels like one of the most honest moments in a Taylor song, the insanely difficult emotional balancing act when we are grieving a relationship. The devastation of loss can distort our perception, and a part of that is the difficulty of understanding how multiple seemingly opposing things can co-exist in our hearts, such as happiness because of someone and happiness after them. But when you leave it all behind and finally find your place above the trees, you can find happiness after someone and also look back and appreciate the happiness they once provided. Both of these things can be true. Best lyric: “Showed you all of my hiding spots / I was dancing when the music stopped.”
8. dorothea Taylor Swift has the uncanny ability to create such developed and well-rounded characters with such little information, which is what makes her storytelling so compelling. In “dorothea,” we learn much about the title character through the narrator’s eyes, and the relationship they once had. The lyric “skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes” alone tells an entire story in itself. “dorothea” is also the companion song to “’tis the damn season,” just from the other person’s perspective, which helps shine even more light on the story. The narrator of “dorothea” reveres her but wonders if she’s still the same soul in L.A. as she was back in their never-changing town. Whatever the answer, they’re still willing to support her no matter where she is, but she’s always welcome back in Tupelo by her hometown love’s side if she ever just wants to be herself rather than someone known for who they know. Besides, they’re the only soul who can tell which smiles she’s faking. And you can always return to the road not taken. Best lyric: “They all wanna be ya / but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / Well, I guess I’ll never know / and you’ll go on with the show.”
9. coney island feat. The National What really started the folklore / evermore journey was Taylor’s love for The National. Taylor has cited them as one of her favorite bands for many years, and as we know, this led to her beautiful new collaborative relationship with Aaron Dessner. So it would make sense for the track written with the intention of this duet to be so well executed; you can feel the love and care Taylor put into writing this song. In her press for these sister albums, she has spoken about trying to channel frontman Matt Berninger’s writing style. But what actually happened was she just produced her own signature lyricism at its sharpest. “We were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be / the mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams / sorry for not winning you an arcade ring over and over,” is a hall of famer Swift-ian lyric. “coney island” explores the confusion, hurt, and self-reflection when a passionate affair burns out fast because you did not prioritize that person. And to top it off, Swift and Berninger’s harmonies are achingly beautiful, transporting you right there in the story, on the bench, wondering, over and over. Best lyric: “Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? / Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?”
10. ivy Leave it to Taylor Swift to make a song about an affair sound so romantic, and so sympathetic to the narrator, that you’re rooting for adultery. “ivy” tells the tale of a woman in a lifeless marriage, likening her home with him to the tombstone that the widow in town visits each day. I like to think this is the same wife whose husband was out there building other worlds without her in “tolerate it,” because then that means she found someone who celebrates her love, who holds her pain for her, who blooms all over her; they started it, but she’s fighting for it all the way to the end, nonetheless. “ivy” showcases Swift’s gorgeous vocals and her sharp lyrics, with a melody so infectious it is bound to permanently plant its roots in your dreamland. Best lyric: “Oh, I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland / my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”
11. cowboy like me With the beautifully blended backing vocals of Marcus Mumford, “cowboy like me” is an entrancing love story of two con artists who lost at their own game and got conned into forever with each other. She’d gone from swindling old men for their money and fancy cars to falling victim to the danger of dancing with someone who only has eyes full of stars, and she knows she’ll pay for it. “cowboy like me” is one of the most romantic tracks on the record, proving that life never plays out quite as we plan. Best lyric: “Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / Forever is the sweetest con.”
12. long story short One of the more pop-sounding tracks on evermore, “long story short” is pretty much a summary of the long story behind reputation (2017). The song is filled with various metaphors for her reputation crumbling around her, and then finally putting her defenses down to be with her lover, someone as “rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky.” It is a sweet ode to her boyfriend, and a gentle comfort to her past self that it will all work out. But it is also an oddly relatable example of how we shrug off our struggles and minimize them to just a “bad time,” when the time she is singing about was obviously something that deeply affected her (as will be further explored in the title track); but sometimes it actually feels good to just shrug it off as just a blip in your life, because at the end of the day, you survived, and that’s what counts- even if you’re not keeping score anymore. Best lyric: “Pushed from the precipice / clung to the nearest lips / long story short, it was the wrong guy. / Now I’m all about you.”
13. marjorie Whereas track 13 on folklore was a tribute to Swift’s paternal grandfather, evermore’s track 13 is a tribute to her maternal grandmother, Marjorie Finlay, who was an opera singer in the 50s, and passed away in 2003 when Taylor was 13 years old. “marjorie” is quite possibly the most touching track Taylor has ever written thus far in her career. Grief is one of the most difficult topics to tackle in a song; the genius of “marjorie” is that it is simple, yet not understated. Swift reflects on the profound lessons she learned from her grandmother, about the difficult balances of kindness and cleverness, and politeness and power. She curses herself for not cherishing the moments she had with her, for complaining rather than understanding in the moment how admirable her spirit was, for all the amber skies she’d love but will never see. The chorus, blunt and hard-hitting, reminds us that someone does not have to be living to be alive, to be all around, to be with us. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were singing to me now,” Taylor sings towards the end of the song, right before you hear a sample of Finlay’s opera singing in the background, a truly eye-swelling moment. It is clear that Finlay played a pivotal role in Swift’s own ambitions, as she sings, “all your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me.” Marjorie knew she was leaving them in good hands. If you haven’t yet, check out the moving lyric video for the song, where you can see photos and video clips of Marjorie, both throughout her career and in her time with Taylor. Best lyric: “Never be so polite you forget your power, / never wield such power you forget to be polite.”
14. closure On the most experimental track musically on the record, Taylor writes off her need for closure from a relationship of some sort, whether it be romantic or platonic or business, all of which can cause hurt of equal intensity. The subject of the song is trying to make nice with Taylor, and she is just not having it, as it is not coming from a genuine place, but rather to ensure that their life remains picture perfect, or to clear their guilty conscience, or to preserve their own ego. This is a deeply relatable sentiment; as valuable as forgiveness can be, sometimes the person who hurt you just doesn’t deserve it, and all you can do is forgive yourself for blocking their number or shredding their letters. Best lyric: “I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life / staying friends would iron it out so nice.”
15. evermore feat. Bon Iver To close out the standard edition of the album, Taylor joins forces once again with Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, with whom she collaborated on the Grammy-nominated duet, “exile” for folklore. However, Swift leads most of the track this time, lamenting the difficult time she went through in 2016. The piano and Swift’s vocals are haunting, particularly when she describes this time in her life as “catching my death,” consumed by a pain that she feels will never end. If you’ve ever been depressed, you know what that feels like, and the dark places it leads you. Although she is singing about a time four years prior, it sounds so present, and it is heartbreaking to hear her in such a state. When Bon Iver comes in, the tempo of the song picks up, the piano riff becomes more erratic, like a winter storm hitting you in the face, and he voices all the anxieties of the cost of such a downfall. But through those anxieties, Taylor finds not a cure, but an anchor in love, and then the tempo slows back down. By the end of the song, Taylor has the foresight to understand that although it may not feel like it now, the pain she is experiencing is not permanent (a sentiment my therapist has been trying to instill in me for years). In her Apple Music interview with Zane Lowe, Taylor explained how the lyrics parallel the times we are in currently, and so it feels really special to have the album end with someone who knows how it feels to be imprisoned by your pain gently comfort us with the wisdom that “this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.” I hope one day soon, as we leave 2020 far behind, we can all truly believe her. Best lyric: “I was catching my breath / barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death.”
16. right where you left me (bonus track) The first bonus track on evermore, “right where you left me,” captures a moment so earth-crushing, a piece of you is trapped in it forever. In this song specifically, the narrator finds herself stuck in the same corner of a restaurant where she was told by someone she loved that they had met someone else. “Glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on,” she sings in mourning. We have all experienced those moments that we could teleport back to if we just closed our eyes; the scenery, what you wore, the smell and taste of the season, the very point in your body where it felt like your insides were collapsing. Or that one particular person, who is long-gone from your life but seeing them is like time-travelling back to that person you once were, ready to pick up where you left off. But as much as you want to stay in that moment forever, just in case it changes in your favor, the cold reality is that the world stops for no one. Best lyric: “If our love died young, I can’t bear witness / And it’s been so long, but if you ever think you got it wrong / I’m right where you left me.”
17. it’s time to go (bonus track) “right where you left me” was Taylor’s cry for help to get out of restaurant, and “it’s time to go” is the answer to the call, as she sings in the first line, “when the dinner gets cold, and the chatter gets old / you ask for the tab.” This song is about gathering the strength to leave situations and relationships behind that no longer serve you. She grieves the betrayal of someone she thought to be a twin from her dreams (almost definitely referring to former friend, Karlie Kloss), acknowledges that keeping a marriage together for the sake of the kids often actually has the opposite intended effect (possibly- but not certainly- something she and her brother experienced), and recounts attempting to bargain with someone consumed by greed, only able to leave with herself (absolutely referring to the end of her fifteen-year long business relationship with Scott Borchetta, her former record-label owner). But as painful as leaving all of those situations was, Taylor has gained the wisdom to understand that walking away sometimes takes as much strength as persevering. You can’t stay at the restaurant, or at the mercy of someone else forever; you have to forge your own path, even if it’s in the opposite direction of what you envisioned for so long. And even with all her past success behind her, as folklore and evermore have proved, there is so much more ahead of her. Best lyric: “That old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul / You know when it’s time to go.”
In a time where we are all trapped in our homes and in our heads, the folklore/evermore experience has been the sweetest escape. If anything, the creation of these wonderful sister records has taught me that our most powerful tool in times of distress is our own imagination. Even just the ability to close my eyes while listening to one of these tracks and feel the character’s story is a gift. The way I’ve always been able to pick up Harry Potter and escape to Hogwarts when I’ve felt alone and friendless, I can listen to folklore and evermore when I feel scared or hopeless and escape into this enchanted forest Taylor has built, where I can climb above the trees and see it all for what it is. I feel so lucky to watch Taylor’s imaginative world unravel around me. I can’t wait to see what she creates next.
DISCLAIMER – REVIEWER’S BIAS: I would literally die for this bitch.  
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Love Lies
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Pairing: Yandere! Jungkook, Sugar Daddy! Jungkook, Split! Jungkook x female reader
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word Count: 5.5K
CONTAINS DARK THEMES! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
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A/N: I’m so fucking done with tumblr. This is really shitty like the rest of my works. Read the warnings carefully.
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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐃𝐈𝐃) 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.
Contains ‘hardcore’ kinks
Smut Warning: multiple smuts, anal, choking, dacryphilia kink, heavy degradation, bdsm -> ddlg, face slapping, spanking, fucking in front of a mirror, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, blowjob, cum eating, overstimulation, dirty talk, finger sucking, bondage (I’m probably missing something)
Other Warnings: possessive Jungkook/ JK, mentions of past abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, blood, murder, Jungkook kills people, cheating
Featuring Baekhyun (EXO) and Taehyung (BTS)
THIS CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX!
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“No! Stop! Let me go! I want to go home! I hate you!” You cried, provoking Jungkook even more. He spanked your bare butt cheek again. “Is that how you talk to your owner? Mmh? Answer me, you slut!” Another spank was placed on your bottom. You whimper under him, not knowing what to do.
“Please… I want the old you back.”
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2 weeks ago
You peered out of the tiny, plane window as the sun was shining right in your eyes. Finally, you’ve arrived in the city of love, Paris, France. You’ve always dreamt about coming here, but you couldn’t afford it. It was unfortunate at the time however, life is full of surprises. You sat down next to your sugar daddy - Jungkook - and leaned in for a kiss. You’ve been with him for a year now and it has been the best year of your life.
He bought you high-end accessories, clothes and cars. He owned huge mansions, a private jet and a helicopter. Being a billionaire was amazing for the most part. Though there was one thing Jungkook found himself struggling with and that was his love life. Coming back home to an empty bed after a long day of work made him feel like shit. That’s why he hired you.
You started working for Jungkook as a personal assistant. Everything about you lit up Jungkook’s eyes. But in secret, of course. You were smart, pretty, professional, your eyes and smile made Jungkook’s heart skip a beat. Yet, he still kept a cold attitude towards you.
You didn’t mind his cold attitude. It kept you on track and productive throughout the day. To you, Jungkook was a boss. Nothing more or less. That’s why you politely denied going out with him.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon. I’d like to keep things professional between us.” You said calmly but inside you were freaking out.
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. So you’re playing hard to get with him? Too bad, Jungkook always gets what he wants. “If you don’t go out with me tonight, I’ll fire you.” You look at him in confusion. “W-what?! Why? You can’t do-”
“I can and I will. Be ready by 7. I’ll pick you up.” He walks back to his office like nothing happened while you stood there with your mouth wide open from shock. The following night, you got ready for your date. You can’t lose your job. How will you survive? Your money situation was already pretty tight, so you really couldn’t lose this job. Jungkook texted you right at 7 pm and told you he was outside of your apartment.
That’s where the wonderful journey with him began. You both were close to finishing your meal when he brought the contract up.
“I know you're struggling with money right now, but I promise I can make it all go away.” He whipped out his papers and handed it to you. “It’s a contract. I want you to spend time with me. Ask me about my day, cuddle with me, satisfy my sexual needs and I'll give you whatever you want besides money.” Your eyes widen. Is he serious? You flipped through the pages that were full of detailed paragraphs. “You want to have sex with me?” Jungkook nodded his head and avoided eye contact. “If you agree you can move in with me and stop stressing about money. I’ll take care of you.”
“No. You’ll take my independence and freedom away.”
“You say no to this contract, you’re fired.”
“You can’t-” you argue back.
“As I said before, I can and I will.” His voice got deeper, completely shutting you up.
“Can I at least have some time to read over this?” You look back down at the paper and flip to the last page. “Wait wait wait. What’s ‘DID’?”
“Read it.”
‘Dissociative identity disorder’ You read quietly to yourself. “Wait, you have another personality?” You ask, looking up at him.
“Why do you think I'm so cold towards everyone? It’s not me, it’s him.” He said, casually sipping his wine. “JK is the one dealing with… issues.” His voice went quiet. “Issues?” You were quietly utter. “I can’t tell you yet.” You nodded and flipped through the papers again.
“How long is this contract for?”
“Two years.”
“Can we test this out for one week?”
Jungkook hesitated. He didn’t want to get used to you just for you to leave him in the end. “No. Simple yes or no, princess.” Jungkook had you wrapped around his finger. You rub your temple and reach for the pen. “Fine. But don’t make me break the contract.” You hand him back the signed paper. “Let's go to my house. You’re moving in with me.” He paid for the expensive meal then brought you back to his enormous mansion.
That night he made love to you. It was one spectacular night. You smiled to yourself as you thought about all the memories you’ve made with him.
“Princess, what’re you smiling at?” He looked over at your lap, making sure you weren’t texting someone. Jungkook was extremely possessive and had trust issues. You were assuming it was because of his other side so you never questioned him. Speaking of his other side - JK - you met him not too long ago. After entering Jungkook’s life, JK hasn’t shown himself too much. He only comes out to punish you. You shivered as you thought of your last punishment. How could a human being be so cruel?
You snap out of your thoughts as the jet touches the ground. “We’re here. Let's go.” Jungkook got up and held his hand out to you. You grab it and he leads you out of the jet and to the black SUV parked a couple of feet away. While the driver drove to Jungkook’s penthouse, you started bugging Jungkook.
“How much did your penthouse cost?”
“I don’t know. Around 8-10 million. It has an indoor swimming pool and a movie room.” Your innocent eyes widened when you heard the price. “Daddy, that’s a lot of money.” You whisper in his ear. He grabbed your bare thigh with his tattooed hand and looked at you. “it’s like twenty dollars for me, baby girl.”
As soon as you guys entered the penthouse, his tongue was already down your throat. He impatiently took your clothes off and started fingering you, while you unbuttoned his shirt to feel his rock hard abs. Jungkook picked your naked figure up and carried you to the master bedroom. He placed you down on the bed and took his pants off. He stroked himself a couple of times before entering your already wet hole.
You hold onto his muscular arms for dear life and watch him go into you. “Please daddy, you’re so fucking big. Feels so good.” You moan, immediately clenching around his member. “Open your mouth.” As soon as you do, he spits into it then slaps you. “Little girls don’t swear.” You swallow his saliva and apologize for swearing. “S-sorry daddy. It won't happen again.” You wrap your legs around his waist as he pulls you closer to him. His whole cock was throbbing inside you, turning you on even more.
He wraps his fingers around your neck and starts thrusting in, each time going harder and faster. The room filled with moans, grunts and skin slapping. “You like this don’t you, you little slut? So desperate and needy for daddy’s cock. Swallowing my saliva like a dirty little girl.” He raised your leg and spanked your butt. All you could do was moan for him. Your brain couldn’t even form a sentence. “C-close” you whimper, hoping he would let you cum.
Jungkook placed his thumb on your nub and rubbed it in a circular motion while pounding your pussy. “If you cum without my permission, daddy’s gonna have to punish you. You remember your last punishment right?” Your heart stopped. You never want to interact with JK ever again. You could cry just by thinking about the last punishment. “Y-yes daddy! I remember it but please don’t punish me. I won’t cum without your permission.”
He started thrusting faster while rubbing your clit harder. Your body started shaking because of the sudden pressure. “No! Slow, please! I won’t be able to hold it in!” You cried, putting your feet on his chest and trying your best to push him away. Jungkook slapped you again and flipped you onto your stomach. He roughly entered in again, making you scream. He spanked your ass and pulled your hair while thrusting harder and harder. “No, please! I-I can’t!” You sob, kicking your feet back.
You squeeze around him one more time before cumming on his cock. You release your clenched muscles and relax your body. “Did I say that you can fucking cum?” You shook your head ‘no’ and cried under him. “I’m sorry, daddy. I really couldn’t hold it. I tried my best.” He smacked your butt again and kept thrusting. This wasn’t Jungkook anymore.
It was a long and painful night. It became extremely painful to cum. Your wrists were tied above your head. Your legs were wide open while he viciously hammered himself into you. Your body was covered in hickeys and bruises. You squirt around him once again and knock out before he could finish.
Jungkook continued roughly fucking you despite you not being conscious. He gripped onto your waist and pulled your body back while he thrust forward. After a couple of hard thrusts,’ he came in you. Cum overflowed in your hole. Your thighs were completely soaked. He picked you and laid you down on the bed before reaching over for a towel to wipe the cum off.
The next morning you woke up naked on his chest. “Good morning.” He said in a raspy tone. “Good morning” You whisper back. “What do you want for breakfast?” He asked while running his fingers through your hair. “Pancakes please.”
Jungkook helped you shower since you couldn’t feel the lower half of your body. When you got into the shower, he placed you down on your knees and slapped your face with his cock. “Open your mouth, princess.” The second it opened, his cock was shoved down your throat. You choke around him while holding onto his muscular thighs. “Suck, babygirl. Suck it like a good slut.” He pushed your hair out of your face and harshly fucked your mouth since your pace wasn’t satisfying him. He slapped your face as you struggled to breathe around him. “Look at me, you little whore!” You look up at him with eyes full of tears. Soon you felt ropes of thick cum going down your throat. You swallow it all down and moan around his cock.
The next week was full of rough sex. During the day Jungkook had to “deal with business” so you stayed home, scared and helpless. Every night he would come home and drag you out of bed just to have sex with you. Your body and mind couldn’t keep up. Every time he touched you, you mentally screamed and cried. Some nights he would come home covered in blood. Of course, it was terrifying. You’ve never seen this side of him. And you’re not sure what triggered it either.
You were in your shared bedroom when you heard the door unlock. He was home earlier than usual. He walked into the bedroom with a dress in hand. “Get up and get ready. We have to attend a party. Here’s your dress.” He left the room and you left to take another shower. After putting on some light makeup, you slip into the gown.
Jungkook walked in wearing all black. He comes over to you and places his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist. “Babygirl, when we arrive at this party you stay close to me.” He whispers in your ear. His icy fingers trace your nude back before zipping your dress up. “You look stunning, princess.” He turned you around and kissed you softly.
The party was held at a huge mansion outside the city. Jungkook held onto your hand and dragged you with him. It seemed like he was looking for someone. As you two walk hand in hand, you notice some of the men eyeing you down. One guy specifically caught your attention. You both were staring at each other. Jungkook was talking to someone and didn’t notice you looking at another man. You immediately stop and look down.
“Who’s your date, Mr. Jeon.” The stranger said, looking at me.
“She’s my wife. Mrs. Jeon.”
You’re his what? You gave him a strange look but as soon as you did he squeezed your hand, signalling you to play along.
“Well, I don't see a ring on her finger.” The man whom you were staring at moments ago was now standing in front of you. “O-oh I forgot it at home on the dresser.”
A sly smirk places on the man's face. He puts his hand out and introduces himself. “Byun Baekhyun, CEO of Byun Enterprise” you grab his hand but before you could shake it he kneeled and placed a soft kiss on your fingers.
Jungkook was squeezing your hand even harder. You quietly whimper and tug on his fingers with your other hand. He loosened his grip but his face showed clear frustration. Baekhyun walked away before Jungkook could punch him in the face. He excused you and himself from the stranger and dragged you into a room.
The man slammed the door shut and grabbed you by the neck. He pushed you against the mirror and started yelling at you. “Why the fuck were you looking at him like that?! Huh? Do you wanna go and be his slut?!”
“I’m not a slut! You cried out, trying to push him off of you. “Turn around.”
“No! I’m tired of being your sla-”
“FUCKING TURN AROUND.” You immediately turn around and keep your head down so you don’t have to look at him. The male pulled down your spandex along with your panties. “You know how I feel about other males being close to you..” he covered your mouth and thrust in. “Yet you still disobey me. And now you’re talking back to your daddy.”
He started to increase his pace as you sobbed into his hand. Your insides were bruised. Your walls were tired of clenching around him every night. Every time he touched you, your body weakened. He was able to do whatever he liked because you were too scared to leave him. “Why the fuck was he looking at you like that? Do you know him?” He pulled on your hair, forcing you to watch him fuck your guts outs.
“N-no, daddy. I-I’ve never met him before. I swear- ahh!” He pushed his whole cock in and the tip hit your g-spot. Jungkook’s hand intertwined with yours as he kissed your jawline. “You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”
“No daddy, never.” You said, finally being able to breathe.
He pulled out and tucked himself away then pulled your spandex up. “If I catch you making eye contact with another male, I will hurt you. Understand?”
“Yes, daddy. I understand.”
“Good girl.” He kissed you once again and pulled you back to the party. You guys both sat down at a table and waited for the event to start. People kept coming to your table to talk to Jungkook. A man asked if he could speak to him outside so Jungkook told you to keep your head down, don’t talk to anyone or don’t leave the table.
About five minutes later, Baekhyun sits next to you. “Are you having fun?” He asked, playful dancing. “Not really. This party’s pretty boring.” He nodded his head in agreement and stopped dancing. “Where’s your husband?”
“He’s outside talking to someone.” You look back to see if Jungkook's around. If he saw Baekhyun sitting next to you, he would lose his shit. Luckily he wasn’t. “Wait… are you guys really married?” Baekhyun asked, in confusion. “No, we’re not. I’m not sure why he said that.”
“So he lied?”
“Yeah.”
Baekhyun moved closer to you, making you a little uncomfortable. He was quick to notice and apologize.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. But I know what Jungkook’s been doing to you. If you want, I can help you escape him.”
“H-how do you know?”
“It’s kinda obvious, I guess. Especially since… you know… JK. He’s not the most gentle guy around and I’m sorry that you had to face him. Just trust me. I know I’m a stranger and all but you won’t be able to leave him without my help.”
“How do I leave him?”
“Now. While he’s talking to someone, ask if you can go to the washroom. I’ll meet you there and we can leave together. I’ll protect you. If you think Jungkook has a lot of guards, wait till you see my pack.” Of course, you hesitated. If Jungkook found out about this not only will you suffer for the rest of your life, but anyone around him would die.
“He’ll find me. I can’t do it.” You quietly say.
“Fine. I won’t force you. I’m just trying to help.” Baekhyun said while getting up. He left you alone at the table while you deeply thought about your decision. “Princess, what’s wrong.” It was Jungkook. He took a seat next to you and put his arm around you. “Nothing, just bored.”
“Thank you for being a good girl while I was gone. Do you want something to drink?”
“No thanks. Actually, can I go to the washroom?”
“Is it an emergency?”
You nodded your head.
“Go. Be quick. If you’re not back in five minutes, I won’t hesitate to fuck you in the stall.”
You quickly get up and head to the washroom. Baekhyun wasn’t there making you lose all hope. After all, you said no. You were about to walk into the bathroom until Baekhyun’s voice surprised you. “Changed your mind?”
“Yeah…”
“K, let's go.”
He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the back door. Two guards were waiting in front of a black car and they quickly opened the door when they saw you two. You all get in and they start to drive away. You did it! He’s out of your life now.
You look over at Baekhyun and thank him. “Thank you so much for helping me escape him… but I gotta ask, why did you help me?”
“I felt bad. A guy like him doesn’t deserve a woman like you.” You chuckle. “Are you done flirting?”
“Not yet.” He smiled at you then started talking again. “So what’s the real deal between you and him?”
“Contract. Made me sign it a year ago. He was nice until we landed in Paris. Then he became someone else.”
“I guess Jungkook hasn’t opened up to you. He used to live in Paris when he was younger. He suffered a lot because of his parents. They abused him. They forced him to participate in killing people at such a young age. That’s why JK has been out. His parents are still around but he lost contact with them after becoming an adult. He’s out for revenge.”
“He’s been killing people?” Baekhyun nodded. “I mean, he came home with blood on him the other day. But I didn’t question him.”
“It’s good that you didn’t. The slightest things set him off.” You hum in response and look out the window. “So, where are we going?”
“Back to my house. You’ll be safe there. We have plenty of guest rooms and I can lend you some of my clothes. But we’ll have to leave Paris as soon as possible because Jungkook is probably looking for us.”
Jungkook’s POV
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Y/N left for the washroom while my eyes searched for Baekhyun. I had to make sure that she wasn’t with him. I released my breath as I saw him talking to another guy.
“Jungkook? Is that you?” I turn around to see my old friend, Kim Taehyung.
He hugged me and showed me his bright smile. “Taehyung! Nice to see you.”
“Nice to see you too! How’s JK doing?”
“He’s calmed down, I suppose. What about V?”
“He’s hanging in there.”
This is why Taehyung and I get along so well. We both have another personality that fears absolutely nothing. He teaches me how to control my other side. I teach him my torture methods. It’s a win-win. He and Y/N are the two positives in my life.
We continued our conversation until a guard ran over to us, informing me that Y/N was gone.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?”
“She’s not in the bathroom. We checked the cameras and she left with another man. They used the back door so we didn’t see her.”
I took my gun out and aimed it at the guards head. “You have one fucking job and it’s to protect my girl.” Taehyung snatched the gun out of my hand and questioned the guards. “Who did she leave with?”
“Byun Baekhyun.”
“I’m going to kill that motherfucker.”
“We can, but we have to get out of here first. Do you have Y/N’s location?” Taehyung asked me.
“No, I don't. She doesn’t have a phone because she’s always with me.”
“Calm down, Kook. We can track down Baekhyun.”
Your POV
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You stepped out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. You were finally able to clean yourself properly since Jungkook’s been the one bathing you. And by bathing, you mean having more sex in the shower.
“Baekhyun, I need clothes.” A couple of seconds later someone knocked on the door. “Here’s my shirt and sweatpants.” You quickly open the door and take it from him. “Thank you.” You could deal with no underwear for one night. It wasn’t a big deal. At least you were away from Jungkook.
You put the clothes on then leave his bathroom. “Thank you again for everything.”
“Stop thanking me. It’s lame.” He laid down on his bed and patted the space next to him. “Let’s watch a movie. Maybe it’ll distract you.” You climb onto his bed and lay down next to him.
“You hungry, peanut?” You giggle at the nickname. “No, I’m not hungry.” You felt safe with him. It was an unexplainable feeling. Baekhyun slightly turned to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. You wrap your arms around his neck and continue watching the movie. When you looked at Baekhyun he was staring at you. “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
“There is.” He gave you a quick peck then went back to watching the movie. “Heyyyy, what was that for?”
“No reason. You’re just so pretty.”
The cute moment ended when one of the guards slammed the door open and yelled that they were under attack. He was immediately shot in the head after he said so. You both get off the bed and Baekhyun takes his gun out. “Go hide in the closet. I’ll come and get you after I’m done, okay.” He kissed you one more time before leaving the bedroom.
You run into his closet and hide under his clothes. You were hiding for about ten minutes when you heard the closet door open. “Princess? Where are you? Daddy came to save you.” His voice sent chills down your spine. You held your breath and didn’t move a muscle. “Come out or I’ll kill your precious Baekhyun.”  
“Did you find her Jungkook?” Another man with a much deeper voice spoke. “No, I haven’t.” You released your breath as quietly as you can. “I’ll go question Baekhyun then.”
“No, no. That won’t be necessary.”
Jungkook started to dig around the pile of clothes you were hiding in and pulled you out. “Noooo! Stop, please! Let me go!” You scream and try to crawl away but Jungkook pinned you down and the other man put a cloth over your mouth and nose.
Jungkook’s POV
———————-
I carried her to the car and laid her down on the backseat. I go back into the mansion only to hear that Baekhyun had escaped. “Sir, we had him here but his guards must have set him free.” I close my eyes in annoyance. “You’ve failed two times in one day. Find him or I’ll cut your body up and feed it to my dogs.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
I walk towards Taehyung and he pats my back. “We’ll catch him next time.”
“If we don’t, I’ll kill every person in sight.”
“Relax, JK. At least you got your girlfriend back.”
“You mean my slut? I have to teach her a lesson.”
“Mind if I join?”
“Next time, V. I need her to myself tonight.”
Your POV
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“Get the fuck up. We’re here.”
You open your eyes and see that you’ve arrived at the penthouse. “J-Jungkook, p-please let me explain.” He yanked you out of the car making you fall onto your knees. “Owww.’’ You sob, bringing your hands on your knees to massage it.
He didn’t care about anything at this point. You did this to yourself. If you behaved, maybe you would’ve been at the Eiffel Tower, enjoying the view with him. But no. You left him for another man and now you have to pay for it.
Jungkook carried you up to the penthouse and pushed you in before slamming the door shut. He grabbed your throat and slammed you against the wall. You were forced to look into his dark orbs. “Did you enjoy his dick, you little slut?”
“P-please no! Daddy n-no! Y-you got it all wr-wrong, I-” You were crying so hard, you weren’t able to finish your sentence.“Let me show you what I can do to you for the rest of your life” he removed his belt and pushed you on the floor. He pulled your pants down just to see no underwear. “You little whore! Where’s your underwear?” He spanked your ass with his belt over and over and didn’t stop until he saw small cuts on your cheeks.
“Jungkook! please I didn’t” before you could finish your sentence a hard slap landed on your cheek. “Wrong fucking name, princess.” Tears rushed down your hot cheeks. You didn’t want this. You wouldn’t be able to handle the pain. You get back to your senses and run for the door. “Not so fast, baby girl. We haven’t even gotten started.”
JK dragged you to the bedroom, shoved you down onto the bed and started tying your wrist to the bed frame. “You know, I was planning on being gentle with you tonight… but fuck that.”
He placed his fingers into your mouth and made you suck on them while he ripped your shirt off. JK placed you on your stomach then pushed his tip into the wrong hole, making you scream at the top of your lungs. “Noooo! Please! No!” You squirm underneath him, begging him to stop. He pushed his whole cock in so you screamed  and cried into a pillow. He groaned in satisfaction. Your ass was much tighter than your pussy. Not caring about your pleasure, he brutally pounded you. Your whole body started to shut down as you felt hopeless. All you could do was cry.
The man pulled on your hair and licked your tears away. “If you wanted a punishment, you could’ve just asked, princess.”
“No! Stop! Let me go! I want to go home! I hate you!” You cried, provoking Jungkook even more. He spanked your bare butt cheek again. “Is that how you talk to your owner? Mmh? Answer me, you slut!” Another spank was placed on your bottom. You whimper under him, not knowing what to do.
His nails dug into your skin, putting you in even more pain. His thrust was unbearable. He would pull out until only his tip was buried in you, then slam his whole cock in, knocking the breath out of you. Your hole was aching around him. “P-please, j-just slow- oww!” You cried, giving up on your sentence.
He used your ass for hours. His cum was filled to the brim of your hole. He pulled out, laid down behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. The male took out a gun and shot at the wall. You sob and move back into his embrace, shaking even harder. “See what you did there? You came back to me. You came back into my embrace, wanting me to protect you. Let me tell you something. It will always be like this. You will always come back to me. Into my arms. You belong to me.” He laid his head on yours and slowed down. “Am I right?” He whispers in your ear. “Y-yes daddy. I want chu to protect me. Pwease don’t hurt me. Pwease.”
He rubbed his cheek against yours then went back to thrusting. “We’re gonna get married, right babygirl?” You hide your face and cry your heart out. How could you marry him? “Answer me!” He yelled into your ear. “Y-yes daddy, w-we’ll get married. We’ll get m-married and I’ll be all y-yours forever.” Jungkook held you down and kept thrusting. You quiet down after some hours and let him use you. You kept cumming on him over and over. There was a pool of cum on the bedsheets.
You couldn’t possibly do anything to save yourself so the best thing to do was to obey. He kept you under him the whole time and didn’t give you a break. You insides were being wrecked by his cock. He had a tight hold on you, so you couldn’t escape him.
“Are you sleeping on me, princess?”
“N-no, daddy. I don’t have the energy to talk.”
He flipped you onto your back and started aggressively slamming his cock into you again and again. He held onto your neck and spat into your mouth. “Tell me exactly what happened at Baekhyun’s house.”
“H-he let me shower and gave me his clothes to wear. Then we started to watch a movie and that's it.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“No daddy. M-my body belongs to you.”
“Damn right it does. Get on all fours.” You slowly flip yourself onto your stomach and try your best to keep yourself up. He plunged himself into your ass once again and started thrusting at an inhuman speed. You held onto the bedsheets but the pain was still there. You collapse on the bed, not being able to hold yourself up anymore. But this didn’t stop Jungkook. He only went faster, showing you who’s in control. His hips smacked against your ass repeatedly.
You started losing all your senses. You shake around him as you push through your orgasm. You sharply inhale and clench your sore muscles as hard as you can. Waves of pleasure and pain push through your body and as soon as it reaches the bottom, you release. Your muscles relax as your cum drips down your slit. You try to catch your breath but the man behind you pulls out of your ass and slams into your wet pussy.
“Come on princess. Do that one more time for me.”
“Noooo!” You screamed out. You couldn’t do that again. “Daddy.. can’t! Daddyyyy!” He went harder and faster, indicating that he’s close. You clench around him one more time, sending him over the edge. His hot cum rushed deep inside you. “Fuck, princess. Just like that!” He hissed. He pulled you onto his lap and pushed you to have another orgasm. All you could see is white. All you could hear is his skin slapping against yours.
Tingles travel throughout your body as you clench all your muscles again. Jungkook held you tightly and gave you a final thrust that sent you over the moon. “Daddy!” You sob, holding onto him like your life depended on it. Your cum coated his cock one more time. “I-is it over? Are y-you done?” You sniffle and keep your eyes closed. Jungkook lays down with you in his arms. “It’s over.” He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back to soothe you.
You cry into his neck even harder. “Please… I want the old you back.”
“You want Jungkook?” He asked, suddenly looking a little hurt. “Y-yeah.”
“I’m sorry, I took him away from you. I just wanted to feel what he was feeling.”
“What was he feeling?”
“Loved… if you want, I can give you him.”
“Wait no.” You said, suddenly feeling bad. “I-I can love you too.” You rub your nose against his and feel all warm inside. You kissed him softly on the lips while your fingers moved his damped hair out of his face. You lay back down on his chest with your fingers still tangled in his hair. “Please love me back.” You mumble.
“I already do.”
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ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x fem! reader)
ೃ  tags: college/modern au, fluff, humor, love at first sight cliché, mikasa is your cute little sister, armin, sasha, jean, and connie are your besties, and eren is a himbo who works hard and has terrible friends.
ೃ warnings: strong language and mild suggestive content
ೃ part 1/??? of my (eren x reader) college au!
ೃ word count: 3000 words
ೃ  my nav  →  my mha writing masterlist 
ೃ This is my very first snk x reader fic! so i hope you bear with some errors! qwq 
i’ve been following the anime ever since it was released in 2013, and this is the first time i’m  going to be writing for it.  this month’s manga chapter really took me out so why not channel my sadness thru writing an fluff! eren fic? 🤧 i hope you enjoy either way!
ೃ  please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!)
ೃ  in which (Y/N) (L/N), 20, still in school, and regretfully-unregretfully-her little girl scout sister's assistant, meets eren jaeger in an embarrassing too innocent door-to-door cookie sale whilst a humiliating party was going on.
cookies, suspicious maybe-maybe-not pot brownies, meddling little sisters and friends, “oh my god they were roommates” vine on replay 24/7, homework, tears, and fairy lights bring them together.
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“I’m going to enter now.”
“Ahhh yes, please!”
“Shut up, please.” Eren muttered to himself as he tossed and turned around in his bed, but still couldn’t get to sleep. “When will they ever stop doing this?” Why did Eren’s next-door roommate and his girlfriend have to do this five times a day? They had a lot of stamina for 21-year-olds who didn’t have anything better to do.
Eren’s thoughts eventually brought him to his parents.
His parents- did they even exist?
For pretty much 14 years of Eren’s life, they had been out of town or out of the country. His older brother, Zeke, blonde, bespectacled, tall, and sometimes too far up his own ass older brother who Eren is able to confide in from time to time, recently got a girlfriend whom he’s hopelessly in love with (they’re even thinking about getting married which isn’t really a problem since the girl is genuinely nice to his older brother so Eren is good with her.), so… things in the family had been a bit rough and busy to say the least.
Communication with his parents wasn’t always the best.
Eren would study late at night back when he was seven, because no one bothered to help him with homework. Along with the fact that he wasn’t the brightest kid in class, and he knew that very well, but he had ambition and he was determined to make it big in the world. He focused more on sports, particularly Soccer in middle school and high school, and tried to balance that with his studies.  After being granted a Sports Scholarship from Shigashina University, Eren decided to rent and share a flat, living with his batchmates who he met at a mixer party (before Uni started as this whole meet and get to know each other kind of thing) and whom he was so quick to call his ‘friends’, just so that he could get out of the hellhole that was his own house.
But things turned out much worse than expected.
Eren thought that the ‘College Life’ was to focus more on pursuing your future career and make a name for yourself but… it was the other way around.
He thought that after Freshmen year, everyone would take things seriously. Sure, have some drinks, get wasted after finals, or have house parties from time to time. But he was unfortunately, dragged into the wrong crowd. After attending around 5 parties in the first few months of being generalized as one of the infamous and pompous freshman archetypes present in every university, he called it a year and spent the rest of his nights doing homework, projects, playing video games, staying at the school soccer field until 10PM while his roommates were probably smoking crack and not caring about the number of units they needed to take for each of their goddamn subjects.
 He was ~living the life~ and now that he regrets most of the decisions he made in freshman year, the only option that he has left was to wait until his third year and move to a different apartment.  
 Now, here he was, Sophomore year, nearing the end of the semester, and very much eager to get the hell out of here and also study for his upcoming finals on Constitutional Law II, as his professor, Mr. Erwin Smith, was going to throw hands if one of his students score below average on the exam.
 “EREN MICK JAEGER! BROOOO!” Eren winces when he hears the shrieky and annoying voice of his flatmate Thomas Wagner, calling out to him. “Wanna go and party with us?” Eren smiles halfheartedly, shaking his head, “Ah, no thanks. I have a game tomorrow and finals coming up on Thursday.” Thomas smirked and wrapped his arm around Eren, “Oh fuck that, live the college life ya spoon.”
“No, really I have to study.”
Thomas frowned and groaned, “Oh god, you’re such a killjoy. Fine, if that’s what you want. Don’t blame us if we tell you to buy some beer down the block.”
Eren cracked an obviously fake laugh and pushed Thomas away from him, “You’re an ass. That only happened once and that was when we first met. Don’t you even dare try to ask me to buy you shit again.”
“Woah. Woah. Woaaaaaah. That was a joke Eren. Loosen up will you?” Thomas raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the brunette’s sudden aggressiveness. He hums Moves like Jaeger by Maroon 5 as a way to spite Eren whilst passing by him down the staircase.
The brunette shook his head, tying his hair into a bun carelessly and sprinting into his room without uttering another word.
Eren just wanted to study. He really did.
Instead, his roommates, all of them, mind you, were all partying in the lounge and the music was too loud and Eren was too annoyed.
They did manage to bring him out and make him stay in the kitchen where he mindlessly glared at anyone who came in. He sighed and tapped his pen restlessly amongst the insane amount of books on the table.
There was a knock.
His roommate, Floch, came in the kitchen with his girlfriend who Eren couldn’t even name with all the women he has brought into the apartment. She was hanging onto his arm and giggling. Floch’s eyes were red and his speech very slow and lazy. "Eren!" he said with a sly grin.
Eren raised an eyebrow, shooting him an irritated look. "What now Floch? Are you here to tell me to take a shot again?" The ginger-haired’s girlfriend giggled once again and kissed Floch’s cheek. Floch laughed and swatted her away, though he missed by a long shot. "Someone's at the door," a thumb pointing to the den. "wouldchumind ge'in it?" another giggle. The girl nodded sloshily. "Yesss! Erenieee get 'em door, please. Be a dearrrrr."
Eren frowned and stared at them menacingly, earning no reaction from the two as they were mad drunk. "You were just in the den," Floch’s eyes widened. "My lovey wovey-we was in the den?" His girlfriend’s mouth went into an O. "Di'nt notice tha'!"
Eren sighed and stood up. He miraculously got through the throng of bodies and to the front door. "Yes?" he called out exasperated, not knowing who was outside.
"Do you want cookies?"
Eren turned and looked to see a little raven-haired girl, a girl scout no less, a blonde-haired boy pulling on a trolley who looked significantly shorter than him, wearing rimmed glasses, and an overall appearance whom his “friends” would immediately label as a nerd they had to be a few feet away from if they saw him and lastly, a girl who looked very tired and very done with life.
Beautiful (h/c)-colored hair, her eyes looked like the starry night sky, twinkling as he catches her gaze and a smile that looked forced, but warm all the same.  
A girl who was just absolutely fucking gorgeous.
Eren was captivated. His heart was beating like crazy and he could feel his ears turn red. He would make a fool of himself if he looked red as a tomato right now.
"Um," The girl peeked inside and grimaced, squeezing the hand that was her little sister's shoulder and catching Eren’s gaze. "Mikasa, I don't think these kinds of guys would want cookies."
“Unless they're pot cookies,” Eren almost said. Mikasa pouted and widened her eyes at Eren.
The older girl crouched down and frantically covered her little sister’s eyes. "Nopenopenope, Mi, don't pull that on him."
"But (Y/N)!"
(Y/N).
Her name was (Y/N).
Eren smiled sincerely (for the first time today) and leaned back inside to the drawer by the door to grab the extra cash he and his roommates put there for emergency pizza and stuff. "You know what? You're absolutely brilliant at selling cookies. I'll take one."
Mikasa smiled back at him cheekily and tugged her older sister’s hand. "See, (Y/N)?! He wants some! Go get 'em!”
The raven-haired girl then turned to the blonde teen, practically jumping up and down. “Armin look! We sold another one!"
“We did!” The boy who was apparently named Armin, clapped his hands together, then gave the little girl a high five. “You’re a natural at this Mikasa!”
(Y/N) looked at Eren, then Mikasa, and sighed. She grabbed a bag from the trolley Armin was dragging around and pulled out a box of cookies. Eren grabbed them slowly from her, their hands almost touching as he gave (Y/N) a small smile. The (h/c) girl blushed lightly, though not visible enough for the brunette to notice.
"Hope to see you again!" Eren called out when the siblings said their thank you's and bid farewell.
And, this time, even for the slightest moment, Eren’s serotonin levels were going straight through the roof. His heart was still beating loudly, almost in sync with the trash music his roommates were blaring on the speakers. and for a moment, even just for a moment. 
He felt genuine happiness that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.
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 The three of you continue to walk animatedly, now that the coast was clear and the guy from earlier wasn’t within earshot, your blonde friend just had to break the silence.
 Armin smiles, pushing his glasses up to the crook of his nose. “(Y/N), you did see how he looked at you right?” The blonde chuckles softly, catching his best friend off guard.
 You blinked. “Him?” You try to stop yourself from smiling, blushing profusely. “Geez Armin, I don’t even know his name yet.”
 “I’ll bet you 100 bucks that he goes to our Uni.”
 “Even if he does, it’s not like we’ll talk to him or anything. Judging from the place he lives in and the people he was hanging out with, we’re in two completely different worlds.” You shook your head in denial, holding Mikasa’s hand, your interlocked arms swinging playfully. Armin gives you a knowing look in response.
 Mikasa continued to wave back at the boy whom they had just sold cookies too. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Wasn’t he nice (Y/N)?” Mikasa asks her older sister. (Y/N) returned her sister a small smile, “He was.”
 "I hope we see him again!"
"I'm sure we will."
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 The day of Eren’s dreaded finals finally arrive.
He has prepared tirelessly for this. Hours upon hours of hard work. But, before he finally gets his well-deserved sleep, he has a few more hours to cram and absorb more knowledge for his exams.
So, what better way to do so than head straight to the library as soon as it opens at 6 AM?
This time, no one was going to bother him. No annoying roommates and no distractions.
Eren heads over to a table near the coffee and snack machines. He puts down his bag on a seat next to him, and begins to study once again. Looking through the course materials and the lessons that he still didn’t quite understand. Eren was so absorbed with studying and relying on his gut feeling that no other student in this university would think of going to the library at 6 AM on the day of finals… then he’s wrong. Very wrong. 
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 “Sasha, should you even be eating mashed potato this early in the morning?” Armin asks the brunette worriedly, a huge tone of concern in his voice.
“Armin! Don’t chu worry! I ate heavy breakfast! Bacon, Eggs, and Toast! Did you not see me in the kitchen!?” She reassures her blonde friend, continuing to scoop up the mashed potato on a reusable cup.
“Liar.” Connie hissed, narrowing his eyes. “I was awake since 4 AM. Not once did I see you sneak into the kitchen until (Y/N) woke you up.”
“Atatata. Can we… stop with the negative vibes for a second?” Jean tries to become the mediator by holding his hands up against his two friends who were about to start an argument. “It’s finals week. We have to keep a clear mind, body and soul-“
“Jean, you know that’s BS.” You yawn widely, still practically half-asleep.
“Oh, come on! Can’t you just let me be positive just this once!? If we fail this exam I’m going to blame you!“
The five of you continue to talk mindlessly on the way to the library. Connie pushes the glass door open, very much excited to have this huge library all to yourselves.
Until…
There was someone already there.
Your eyes immediately come into contact with Eren’s. His radiant jade eyes staring into yours, mouth practically agape, his hands holding on to wooden chopsticks as the hot air of instant ramen breezes through his face.
“Oh?” Connie blinks. “Guess we aren’t the first ones here then.” He whistles.
“(Y/N)!” Armin nudges you in the arm in an attempt to tease you. “Guess your wish came true huh? We did see him again! By himself too!”
“W-what am I supposed to do exactly?” You turn to Armin, speaking in a hushed whisper.  
“Say thank you to him! Offer him to go on a boba date or something!”
“You got the Sasha seal of approval (Y/N)! He’s hot!” Sasha motions you a thumbs up and you can’t help but feel yourself already wanting to die of embarrassment.
The four of them slightly push you towards his table. With your friends cornering you like this, there was no way of escaping this.
All you had to do was talk to him and properly thank him for buying cookies from your little sister.
That was it.
No need for any extra ad-libs or poor and bad attempts of flirtation.
Just thank him (Y/N).
You can do this.
You breathe a hefty sigh then approach his table with confidence. The brunette continues to look up at you whilst turning the page of his reviewer that he wasn’t even looking at.
“Hi again! I just wanted to thank you properly for helping my sister and I, out the other day. Mikasa really appreciated the gesture you did for her, and she couldn’t stop talking about you to our parents since we saw you. You see, none of the other girl scouts want to be paired up with my sister because they think she’s an emotionless and monotonous freak. They’re really mean to her but she really wants to continue being a girl scout so my friend and I accompany her whenever she has to sell cookies!”
“It’s N-no problem!” Eren quickly replies, running a hand through his hair. “Why would they say such horrible things to your sister like that? Judging from the way she acted in front of me, she was quite the opposite. In a positive way of course! Those kids are just assholes who are intimidated because another girl their age is seemingly better than them.”
You giggle in response. “Thank you. I’ll tell Mikasa that you said that!” 
There was short silence for a few seconds until you realized that you forgot to say something. 
“Ah! I’m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way!”
“Eren.” He smiles, reaching his hand out to you for you to shake. You grip his strong and calloused hand firmly, and Eren could feel his ears turning red again while you were about to blush as red as a tomato.
You hear your friends snickering in the background and you took this as a sign to go back to your table. “I guess, I’ll see you around campus?” You ask, tilting your head. For, you actually really wanted to see him again after this.
“Yea! I’ll be seeing you!” He grins widely, watching you leave where he was seated. His smile then envelops into a frown as soon as you went away then he goes back to studying.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Connie whispers loudly, calling you over by waving his hand. Why was this dunce being so painfully obvious? “Ask him if he’s looking for an apartment or if he wants to live with us!”
“Already!?” You ask in disbelief, a bit shocked by what Connie had just said. He scoots to the left, as you take a seat between him and Sasha. “Guys, you’ve known him for like… 3 minutes. Only Armin and I actually interacted with him before this.”
“He has to pass the vibe check first.” Jean shrugs, sipping on an iced expresso. “But, yeah, he does seem alright from a few feet away.”
“Come on (Y/N)! Ask him!” Sasha nods approvingly. “It’s weird that he’s studying alone like this while we’re in another table trying to remain unaware that he looks lonely as hell.”
“UMmMM… maybe he wants to study alone because that’s the only way he can focus? That’s a thing that normal people do, Sasha.” You remark sarcastically, trying to think up of more reasons to not approach him again.
Armin clears his throat, “Look, (Y/N), it won’t hurt to try right? Besides, don’t you feel a tiny bit sorry for him? He does seem lonely and you do have a crush on him so… more ways to interact with him right?”
Your shoulders slump and you breathe a defeated sigh. “Okay okay fine.” You make your way to Eren’s table again but before you do, you turn to your friends. “By the way, I don’t really have a crush on him just yet. I just find him cute okay?”
“Yeah yeah.” They say in unison as you continue to walk back to the brunette’s table.
“Hi again Eren!” You wave and try your best not to fumble or look painfully obvious that you were infatuated by him. He looks up and you try your best not to smile like a weirdo.
“Hm?” He hums.
“Would you like to come over to our table and study with us?”
To be continued.
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yumehoxo · 4 years ago
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⚠️WARNING⚠️ this story contains 18+ content (fingering, car sex, strong language, degradation, etc..)
Eren jeager x female bodied reader
*f/s = favorite snack*
“𝐼𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎-𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙”.
It’s been over a week since you last saw him, although it wasn’t his fault. It was exam week both of your schedules were full, and on top of that you both decided to procrastinate all your work as well.
You missed his touch, the way he would whisper in your ear, the way his hands caressed your body.
You found yourself like this every night, your fingers pumping in and out of you, as memories of you tugging on his brown locks, him thrusting in and out of you, a string of saliva connecting from one mouth to another, all of your shared lewd memories flashing through your head.
Your anticipation for the week to finally end grew more everyday, slowly driving you insane.
“𝐼𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡...”
Exams were finally done, although you think you didn’t think you passed most of them, at least the burden of the actual test was off your shoulders. You could care less, you could deal with the score later. Just not today.
You got in the shower, using all of your best products, exfoliating your skin, cleaning off the face mask from earlier, shaving your legs with a fresh razor. As you got out the shower you fixed your hair and put on a little bit of makeup.
You were checking the time constantly. Anxiously waiting for him to come pick you up.
You sat there trying to distract yourself with your phone, going through social media’s only to get even more anxious.
It was 7:50p.m he said he would be here by 7:30p.m.
“Should I call him?” You thought to yourself, picking up your phone again and looking at his contact. “No I don’t want to look needy.” You sighed putting your phone back down again.
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“𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡”.
7:56 p.m
You heard knocking on your door, quickly getting up to go open the door, he was standing there out of breath. He had on grey sweatpants, a black tshirt that fit perfectly around his biceps showing his perfectly formed muscles. His tattoos slightly peeking out from the sleeves, his brown hair tied lazily into a man bun causing a couple strands to fall to the sides of his face, now slightly sticking to his forehead from the sweat.
“I’m so sorry there was so much traffic in my road because of some party Jean is hosting.” He panted. You stared at him, it felt like you haven’t seen him in years.
“It- Its- fine don’t worry about it.” You said back to him. You felt like a 16 year old girl again going on her first date. The butterfly’s in your stomach were going on a rampage, unable to control them.
He walked inside closing the door behind him. He snaked his hand around your waist, his lips met your neck causing you to moan ever so slightly. His kisses trailed up from your neck to your ear..
“Don’t look at me like that or we might just have to cancel our date.” He whispered in your ear. They way his breath tickled your ear sent chills down your spine. You could have sworn you melted at that moment. Head dizzy with lewd thoughts.
He grabbed your hand and opened the door again,
“Now come on we’re going to a drive in movie.” He said with a slight smirk on his face, satisfied from the look he left on your face as you cheeks were flushed red.
“A drive in movie? I didn’t even know those types of events were hosted anymore.” You said to him trying to bring down the sexual tension.
“Neither did I until Armin told me.” He said back.
You both walked to his car, your hands intertwined together as you told each other about the shitty week you both had. The sun was setting as you walked through the parking lot, the orange/pink sunset hitting his skin. The view was like eye candy the way his emerald green eyes sparkled, his strands of hair flowing slightly back from the breeze. You looked away before he noticed you staring but it was too late...
“You like what you see?” He said with a sly smirk on his face. Causing your face to get red again, but you managed to calm yourself down quick enough.
“I would like to see what’s in your pants more” you said with a smirk and a lewd look in your eyes. His head shot in your direction you could have sworn he broke it by turning so fast. You looked up at him giggling like what you said wasn’t a big deal. His face was slightly tainted red from blushing to your statement.
“Oh is that so y/n?” He said smiling as one eyebrow raised slightly. His head slightly leaned down next to your ear “Well two can play at that game my love..” he whispered.
Both of your eyes widened and your face turned an even darker shade of red. You stood there not able to say nothing back.
“Oh so you have nothing to say now?” he said while eyeing you from the side.
“Shut up!” You said playfully, throwing a soft lunch at his arm only for your wrist to be grabbed and pinned over your head and your body to be pushed up against his car. You didn’t even notice you were at his car yet until now.
“Aww don’t tell me to shut up, you know you like it.” He said looking straight into your e/c eyes. He slowly let go of your wrists as you stood there in utter shock from what just happened. He opened the passenger door for you as you got in still having said nothing from his actions.
The whole ride to the drive in his hand was on your thighs slowly getting higher and higher and going right back down to your knee just to watch the way you get flustered. It felt like it was taking forever to get there.
After another 20 minutes of driving you guys finally made it there was quite a lot of cars with either their trunks facing the screen with their trunk open, or they were sitting on the hood or roof of their car. It all seemed so romantic, it’s the last place you’d expect him to take you. The movie had already started and it was now dark outside.
“I’m going in the back seat so I can get some more leg room” you said.
“Same here” he replied. Good thing he had an 8 seat car or else you would have just stayed in the front. He handed you a blanket and your f/s. As the movie played your leg was over his and his hand was on your thigh. Although it’s only been 30 minutes since the movie started the sexual tension in the air never died down. You’ve been touch starved for too long and you weren’t going to wait any longer.
You maneuvered your way around him so you were strattling him as you looked him into the eyes.
“Is something wron-” you cut him off with a kiss. His hands roamed up and down your sides. You slowly stopped and look to either side of you there were two cars but they were paying attention to the movie, you went and out of the sun shaders as if it was going to help anything.
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“𝐷𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒”
You could both hear the movie playing in the background, but the sound of wet kisses and moans were more audible to your ears. His hands roamed his way up your body unclipping your bra, slowly removing the strap from each of your shoulders. He lifted up your shirt just enough to see both of your breasts. He took one into his mouth sucking hard enough to leave a mark while massaging the other one. As you tried your best you couldn’t hold in your moans as you took your hand to cover your mouth to muffle yourself.
“Uh- uh, I want to hear your voice.” He said coldly while removing your hand from your mouth and replacing it with his lips...
“Okay princess?” He asked with a smile on his face.
“Y-yes” you said back as he went to tend to you other breast.
You could feel him growing hard underneath you. You rocked your hips against his to get some sort of reaction.
“S-shit” he whined as you continued.
He took your hips into his hands and pressed down hard so you would stop moving. He tugged at your jeans..
“Take these off” he told you in between kisses. You complied taking them off as he took off his shirt. His abs and tattoos now visible to you. You could feel your cunt dripping just by looking at him. You crawled back onto his lap immediately pressing your mouth on his and letting your hands trace over his abs. His hand moved to your heat rubbing slow circles over your panties. A small moan escaped your mouth,only for him to swallow it by pressing his mouth over yours again. He slowly moved your panties to the side and started slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. You rocked your hips against him asking for more..
“Be patient, the movie isn’t even close to done” you whimpered at his words but nodded your head.
As he pumped his fingers inside of you, you slowly ran you hands down his abs to his hardened cock. Palming it slowly, causing him to moan into your heated kiss. You pulled away from the kiss throwing your head back, moaning loudly. Your body shook as you reached your high, releasing on his fingers.
You smiled shyly at him as you caught your breath again. You’re stare lingering too long causing him to pull you into a kiss again hands wrapping around your lower back. You slowly broke the kiss by tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants. He understand what your were trying to do and lifted himself up a little to pull his sweatpants and boxers off to free his aching cock. You could see the pre-cum leaking out giving his member a soft glimmer in the moonlight hitting you both. You started rubbing slowly tracing circles with your thumb around the head earning you a grunt from him. You lifted your hips and placed his tip and your entrance. You pushed yourself down slowly as you tried to stifle your moans as you needed to adjust to his size.
“S-shit you-your so tight y/n” he moaned barely managing to connect the sentence together. You started moving up and down slowly as you pulled on the back of his hair earning an even louder moan from him. As your felt the knot in your stomach build up you started speeding up your movements, he noticed and started thrusting his hips into yours.
“E-Eren I-” your breathed out only to be cut halfway through your sentence.
“Me too” Eren replied as his movements sped up.
He started hitting the spongy spot making you see stars in your vision as you moaned his name following with curses right afterwards. It didn’t take either of you long to reach your high point. You slumped down into him after releasing wrapping your hands around his neck as you both caught your breath.
“I’ve been waiting for this all week” you told him.
“Same here” he said while pressing a kiss on your forehead.
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Authors note: lmao I wrote this on my phone during school but umm I saw this idea somewhere I just can’t remember who. :( but umm anyways I’m sorry for any typos but I hope you enjoyed! I love y’all *muah*
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inactiive · 4 years ago
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what about the reader having an innocence kink and she’s abt to give Ron his first handjob 👁👁
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soft touches -- r.w.
ron weasley x reader
summary: ron becomes your first person that you give a handjob to. 
warnings: hanjobs, swearing, making out, innocence kink, message me if i need to add anything else!
author’s note: i’m sorry that it took me this long to post this :( i hope you enjoy it babe xx also soft ron because i’m sad 
ron cupped your cheek as he stared intently into your eyes. he admired every detail of your face. everytime he looked at you his heart rate began to increase. you had just came back from a date to hogsmede together and you didn’t plan on parting ways anytime soon. spending time together during the weekends became a tradition. it was something you looked forward to. you and ron had been together for almost a year and it was your last year at hogwarts together. although you planned on moving in together after you graduated, you wanted to make the most of having to sneak around the castle at night. 
ron pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “why don’t you stay with me in my dorm tonight?”
your cheeks became tinted with red and you looked away from him. although you had been together for half a year, you’ve never done anything more than kiss. ron didn’t have a problem with it and never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to. in fact, it was never mentioned again after you admitted you’ve never done anything intimate. in his eyes, you seemed so fragile and perfect that he didn’t want to do anything to corrupt you. the other part of him though, longed for the day his angel became not so pure anymore. 
he rubbed your cheekbone with his thumb. “i know what you’re thinking, sweetheart. i meant to just sleep.” ron grinned as you looked up at him wide eyed. “besides, after tonight i don’t think i can be without you.” 
you nodded and he took your hand to lead you up into his dorm room. harry and the rest of his dorm mates were nowhere to be found. not that it was important to ron anyways. you both carefully discarded your shoes and he gently pulled you into his side. you felt his eyes on you and you looked back at him. after a few seconds, ron’s lips met yours and your eyes fluttered shut. something about kissing ron was so addictive. you loved the way his arms draped over your frail body and how gentle he was with you. 
ron felt the exact same way. occasionally, his eyes would peak open at you, just to make sure this wasn’t a product of his imagination. feeling bold, for once in your life, you climbed on top of ron and your hips aligned perfectly with his. once he felt your cotton shorts on his body, he knew he was done for. sure, other girls had made him hard before, but this was different.
it was different because it was you. 
unfortunately, his cock refused to listen to him and the pain in his boxers were becoming more prominent. you felt him under you and guilt washed through your body. you wanted to help him, you really did. but, you just didn’t know how. 
you pulled away from a breath of air. “ron, i can help you with that- only if you want me to.” you spoke quietly and in that moment, ron felt himself harden even more. 
“if that’s alright with you, love. i don’t- i don’t want to pressure you into anything.” 
“it’s alright, ron. you can just..” you voiced trailed off. “..teach me.” after you finished your sentence, ron quickly stripped down to his boxers. when you saw the imprint of his cock you looked away. he cupped your face with his hand. “are you sure you want to do this?”
“yes ron.” you forced your arm to palm his erection through his boxers, emitting a groan from his lips. you redacted your hand instantly, but he grabbed onto your wrist and moved it to its previous place. just the soft touch of your hand made him a mess. he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like it the thin cloth of his underwear wasn’t separating his length from your hand. after a few seconds, he slowly dragged his boxers down to his thighs. 
your eyes slightly widened at how big he was, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more. reluctantly, your hand found its way to his tip and his hips bucked up into your hand. ron grabbed onto your wrist once again and curled your fingers around him. he slowly moved your hand up and down. once your became more confident, he let go. he was mumbling under his breath about how he loved you and how perfect you were. 
his eyes were closed while his mouth was slightly agape. once your pace increased, you noticed how his cheeks became more flushed and his muscles seemed to tighten. everything about him was so ethereal. 
“oh fuck, baby just like that.” your heart swelled at his praise. “you’re doing so well for me, angel. i’m almost there.” 
not really understanding what he meant, you continued to jerk him off at a quick pace. he started to pant more and more while he also released grunts that flew straight into your core. you felt his cock swell even more and after one last pump, his back arched. “fuck, oh- shit i’m cumming.” he watched as white liquid seeped out of him and it made you panic. you didn’t know what was going on and honestly you preferred if it didn’t get all over your jumper.
once his breath returned to a normal pace, he looked up at you through his eye lids and kissed you with so much force that you almost fell backwards.
he couldn’t express how in love with you he was in that moment. 
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fanfic-archive · 3 years ago
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Meeting the Baron (6/7)
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Chapter 6. The Wilsons
Summary: Your short vacation is interrupted by a call from a friend. You head back to the States to help Sam and his sister fix up their family boat, and once you’ve finished Zemo is waiting for you to return to him.
Warnings: NSFW
Word Count: 4206
The sound of your phone ringing woke you up from a peaceful sleep. It was early morning, the sun just beginning to seep in through the curtains, casting a slight but warm glow through the room. With a groan, you rolled over and reached for the nightstand, picking up your phone and looking at the caller ID. Bucky’s name illuminated your screen, making you squint, before answering the call and bringing the phone to your ear.
“Hey, Buck. What’s up?” you asked, sleep audible in your voice, as you let your eyes flutter shut again.
“You sound like you’ve just woken up” Bucky commented, clearly more awake than you were.  
“I have” you groaned, hearing the movement of sheets behind you.
“Well, think you can make it back home for a little while?” he asked, making you wake up some more.
“Got news about the Flag Smashers?” you asked, eyes opening again, suddenly ready to jump out of bed and get ready.
“No, don’t worry…Sam’s doing this thing, getting the community together to help fix his family’s boat. I’m going to drop something off for him anyway so I’m going to stay and help. You coming?” Bucky explained and you let out a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, of course. How can I say no to that?” you agreed to go, always happy to help out your two friends, even when you weren’t in the country. You couldn’t help but smile a little more when you felt the man behind you shifting closer, wrapping his arm around you as his chest pressed against your back. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, I’ll be on the next flight” you assured him as you relaxed into Zemo’s hold.
“You still in Riga?” Bucky asked curiously as you started to feel Zemo pressing light kisses to the back of your neck.
“No, uh…decided to explore some more of Europe. It’s nice” you told him, being partially honest, obviously not mentioning the criminal…who was now trailing kisses over your exposed shoulder.
“You going to head back after fixing up the boat?” he questioned, wondering if you would be remaining in the States when you came back.
You looked back at Zemo, who lifted his head to meet your gaze. He didn’t speak but it seemed like he was waiting for your answer as well. “Yeah, I think so. But I’m always a phone call away if you need anything, same goes for Sam” you answered without breaking eye contact with Zemo.
“You better be” you could hear Bucky’s smile, which made you smile in return as you settled back down against the pillow, Zemo’s kisses against your bare skin resuming.
“Bye, Bucky. I’ll see you soon”
“See you soon”
Hanging up the phone, you placed it back down on the bed side table. “What do they need?” Zemo asked, finally speaking once the call had ended.
“Sam is having some people get together to fix up his family’s boat, help his sister out” you explained, turning around in his embrace to face him, resting your hands against his chest.
“Should I have travel prepared?” he offered without hesitation, surprising you a little. It was generous and you appreciated it.
“Please?” you looked up at him with an innocent smile and batting your lashes, the best pleading look you could muster.
“Consider it done, Meine geliebte” Helmut chuckled lightly to himself, wrapping his arm around your waist more securely.
Slipping your hands up his chest, one hand landed on the back of his neck as you lent up and kissed him. He instantly responded to the kiss, bringing one hand up to cup your jaw, deepening the kiss and making you hum in approval.
Normally, you didn’t like flying much at all. It wasn’t a fear of heights or anything that bothered you, it was the discomfort of it all. Waiting around in an airport before sitting in cramped seats for hours (especially if you were going somewhere outside of the States), none of it appealed to you and you would just rather avoid going anywhere than deal with all of that regularly. But your most recent flights had been more than comfortable, with excellent food and even better company. Instead of counting down the hours to your arrival, the plane was landing before you knew it.
You said your goodbyes to Zemo on the plane before getting into a car. You had no idea what he planned to do while you were with Sam and Bucky, but you assumed he would stay in the country. It made you worry for him, he would have a harder time avoiding arrest while in the States but, for some reason, he was taking that risk for you. Still, you were sure that he had a plan and would be fine. You would just make sure to stay in contact with him to make sure.
Finally, you had arrived at Sarah’s home, making you way through a whole community of people who were busying themselves with various jobs around the dock.
Getting closer to the house, you spotted Sam and Bucky talking to a woman that you recognised as Sam’s sister, Sarah.
“Hey!” you called to get their attention, waving when the three of them turned to you. “Sorry, I’m late” you apologise as you reached the trio.
“How did you even know about this?” Sam asked, clearly surprised to see you here. Bucky must not have mentioned it.
“Bucky called me” you told him, chuckling when Sam gave Bucky a small glare. “Oh, come on, I have some practical skills and some time to kill. Let me help” you knew that Sam wouldn’t like the idea of bringing you all the way to the US to help repair a boat, but you really didn’t mind.
“Thanks for coming” Sam was glad to see you, so he decided against chastising the two of you and settled for giving you a smile and a hug instead.
After pulling away from Sam, you gave Bucky a hug and then turned to Sarah.
“Hi, I’m Y/n” you introduced yourself, holding your hand out to her. You only knew her from what Sam had mentioned of his family, the two of you had never actually met.  
“Sarah” she shook your hand with a smile. “Do you know much about boats?” she asked, releasing your hand.
“Honestly, nothing at all, but I’m a quick leaner. You can put me on lunch duty if you need too” you offered, happy to help in any way you could.
“Come on, we have plenty of jobs for you” Sarah smiled, both pleased and amused by your enthusiasm.
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You were on the boat with Sam, helping him strip away the rusted metal to be replaced with new stuff.
“So, how are your travels going?” Sam asked, starting up a conversation.
“I was in Vienna when I got Bucky’s call, it’s nice. It’s kinda nice to be back, though” you told him with a smile. He smiled but shook his head at you, he had never seen you as the type of be interested in travelling. Then again, it’s not like you were actually in Vienna because of your wanderlust.
“Planning on going back after this?” he looked over at you, chuckling when he saw you struggling to pry the metal off. Not that he was doing much better.
“Unless something comes up with the Flag Smashers, yeah” you nodded.
“What got you so interested in travelling anyway?” Sam squinted at you, half joking but half teasing but half serious.
“I don’t know…I’ve been living in the same apartment, doing the same dumb shit for years. And it wasn’t much better before that. I just think it’s time that I try to find out what else is out there for me” you shrugged. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be back for good by the end of the year, but I have to give it a shot” you told him honestly.
Having seen you both struggling, Bucky wandered over, grabbing the rusted metal with his metal hand, and ripping it up with ease. Both you and Sam glared at him as he walked away without saying a word.
“Show off” you muttered, making Sam laugh to himself before you both got back to work.
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The day passed quickly, filled with working on the boat and getting to know the people you found yourself working with. Before you knew it, Sarah was letting you crash on her couch. You and Bucky had offered to find somewhere else to stay but the Wilson siblings insisted on you both staying with them.
You and Bucky had fought over the couch, both of you trying to be the generous one, but Bucky reminded you that he normally slept on the floor anyway. So, you got the couch.
Despite working all day and your body being completely exhausted, you couldn’t sleep. Just staring at the ceiling of the dimly lit living room while your mind ran wild. And the main thing occupying your thoughts? Helmut Zemo.
You had been distracted all day but now that it was silent, you were thinking about him again. Thinking about what the two of you were and where you stood with each other. Where the two of you dating? You were staying with him, he took you on a date, you kiss, you sleep together…you had to be dating. But he was a criminal, the man who broke apart the Avengers.
Why would he come back for you if he didn’t feel what you felt? You weren’t an ex-Avenger or anything like that, you weren’t like Sam or Bucky, he didn’t gain any leverage by pretending to have feelings for you. You couldn’t offer him anything like that…so he had to feel the same way you did.
Then the question was…how did you feel about Zemo? You wanted to be around him as much as possible, you liked him…you liked him a lot. But could you properly be with him, knowing who he is and what he has done? Oddly enough, you found the answer being ‘yes’.
Whatever was going on between you both, you found yourself wanting to call him. And so, you did. You grabbed your phone off of the table and scrolled for his number. You hadn’t been stupid enough to put his number under his real name, just in case he called, or Sam or Bucky saw.
You hesitated for a moment, glancing over to Bucky, who was laying on the floor, to check he was still sleeping. He was, so you pressed call.
“Miss me already, Liebling?” Zemo’s voice came through the phone when he answered.
“You wish” you teased by just hearing his voice put a smile on your face. You didn’t want to linger on the effect he had on you or how hard you might be falling. “Just wondering how you are…where you went” you confessed.
“I have arranged a place to stay until you are finished. Where are you staying?” he asked.
“…Sarah’s couch” you told him, smiling again when you heard his disapproving hum. “Relax, it’s not that bad. It’s a nice couch” you assured him with a quiet laugh.
“Is that why you’re whispering?” he questioned.
“Well, Bucky is next to me, I don’t want to wake him up” you hummed in affirmative.
There was a pause for a moment, the line going quiet. “…repeat that” Zemo ordered lowly before you could question the silence.
The demand made you smirk to yourself. “He’s on the floor” you clarified. “Didn’t realise you were the jealous type” you teased. In reality, you really didn’t mind. You kind of liked that he was jealous.
“I’m not” he insisted, making your smirk grow. “How is the boat?” he asked.
“It’s all coming together. I’m exhausted though” you admitted with a small groan.  
“Must be all that manual labour” now you could hear Zemo smirking on the other side of the phone. Knowing you were working hard on the dock while he was probably in a soft bed with silky sheets.
“Should only take a couple more days” you informed him.
“Just call when you need me to send a car” he reminded you.  
“I’ll get a cab” you assured him, not needing him to send a car. You could live like a normal person for one day.
“I will send a car” Zemo insisted, leaving no room for argument.
“Alright…” you sighed, giving into him. “…goodnight” you figured you best try to get some sleep before morning came.
“Goodnight, Meine geliebte. Sleep well” his tone was sweet, sincere. You smiled as you hung up the phone, placing it back down on the table.
“So, that’s why you’re so eager to get back” Bucky’s voice from the floor made you jump.
“Holy shit” you chuckled nervously, playing it off that he spooked you, “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was, you wouldn’t shut up” he groaned, rolling over to face you.
“Sorry…” you apologised, feeling genuinely bad for waking him. You knew his sleeping was even worse than yours.
“It’s alright. So…you met somebody?” Bucky asked, an amused expression on his face.
“No” you denied but he looked more than unconvinced. “Okay, maybe…yes, I met someone” you gave in, knowing you couldn’t lie to him.
“What’s he like?” he sat up, happy to annoy you but also interested in learning more about what was going on with you.
“…treats me well, he’s nice” you told him, just glad that he hadn’t heard Zemo’s voice over the phone.  
“Well, that’s vague” he laughed to himself, “you could’ve brought him with you.”
“Absolutely not” you scoffed. There was no chance in that happening.
“Worried we’ll embarrass you?” Bucky asked jokingly.
“Of course” you joked back, the two of you laughing.
“What are you two gossiping about?” Sam asked as he walked into the room. He had only come for a drink until he heard the two of you talking, he thought you would be asleep by now.
“Y/n’s new boyfriend” Bucky teased, like a child.
“Boyfriend?” Sam asked, eyebrows raising in surprise as he looked at you.
“He’s not my boyfriend” you rolled your eyes.
“But there is someone?” Sam smirked.
You just groaned in annoyance, picking up your pillow and holding it over your face, hearing them both laughing.
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Finally, the work on the boat was finished and the three of you were going your separate ways once again, but Sam and Bucky seemed to be becoming better friends, which you were happy about. The three of you were standing outside of Sarah’s home, saying your goodbyes.
“Good luck, Buck” you gave him a smile as you pulled away from the friendly hug.
“You too” Bucky nodded, patting you on the shoulder before grabbing his bag and leaving.
Sam smiled at you as you turned to him. “You’ll make a wonderful Captain America, Sam. And not just because Steve thought so” you told him as you pulled him into a hug.
“Thanks” he nodded, seeming to take your words seriously. “Have fun with your boyfriend” he teased as you pulled away from him.
“Shut up” you rolled your eyes with a huff before grabbing your own bag and walking away. “Don’t hesitate to call!” you shouted back over your shoulder as you left, while Sam just waved you off with a shake of the head.
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Just like he promised, Zemo had sent a car that brought you back to the private plane. You could really get used to living like this.
“Welcome back, Miss L/n” Oeznik greeted you when you entered the plane. “Did you enjoy your trip?” he asked, offering you a glass of champagne.
“I did, thank you, Oeznik” you smiled, accepting the glass as he stepped aside for you to join Zemo before disappearing to give you both some privacy.
He was sitting in one of the chairs, his own glass of champagne in his hand. “How did it go?” Zemo asked as you sat down opposite him.
“Good. They decided not to sell the boat, but it looks like everything is going to alright” you told him, sipping from your drink.
“I’m glad to hear it” he nodded, drinking from his own glass.
“…I think Sam is going to take on the shield” you mentioned, curious to see his reaction.
“Ah, the new Captain America” Zemo hummed, obviously not a fan of the idea or the title.
“Don’t look like that. I actually agree with your opinions on idols but…they’re going to have a Captain America and it has to be Sam. Who knows what would happen if we got a new John Walker” you sighed, knowing Sam was the best candidate for the role.
“I might actually agree with you” he confessed with a small nod, making you smile. “And James?” he asked.
“I think he’s getting better. You know that list of his?” you asked, and he nodded, “I think he’s realised what he needs to do, I just hope he can move on afterwards. He deserves it.”
“The Flag Smashers?” he asked.
“No news. They’ll call me if there is” you finished updating him.
Before you knew it, the plane was in the in the air and you were on the way to wherever you were going. “So, where are we heading?” you asked.
“I thought I’d take you somewhere new” Zemo smiled, getting your interest as you tried to guess where he was taking you this time.
You glanced out of the window and the ground miles below before placing your glass down and standing up. “You know, Baron…” you hummed as you approached him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you straddled him. “…I missed you” you confessed, shifting to make yourself more comfortable.
“I missed you too, Meine geliebte” Zemo looked up at you, hands instantly settling on your hips as he lent back into the comfortable chair. His confession made you smile, and he noticed.
Leaning in, you captured his lips in a kiss. It wasn’t needy or rushed, but it was passionate, like being away for only a few days had felt so much longer. You both groaned quietly into the kiss when you shifted your hips, accidently brushing against him and making his grip on your hips tighten.
“Oeznik could come in” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss when you both knew exactly where this was going.
“He won’t, not unless I call for him” Zemo assured you, running a soothing hand up and you’re your waist. “Just have to be quiet, Vöglein. Can you do that?” he asked, pressing a kiss just below your ear, earning a soft sigh from you.
You just nodded, though you weren’t actually so sure that you would be able to remain silent. But you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him again anyway, with a newfound fervour. You meant what you said, you had missed him, you wanted this, needed this, but you knew that you had to be quick.
You tried to pull away from the kiss, smiling when Zemo followed you, hands sliding up your waist and back. After keeping you against him for a moment longer, he broke the kiss and lent back again.
He released you when you moved to stand up, your hands making quick work of the fasten of your jeans. You shimmied out of your pants and underwear, kicking them to the side before beginning to climb back onto the chair.
Stopping you from straddling him again, Zemo gripped your hips. He manoeuvred you to stand between his legs and lent forward to trail kisses over your stomach. As he pressed kisses to your flushed skin, hands holding up the hem of your tee-shirt to give him better access, you ran your fingers through his hair, admiring the way he looked and the way he touched you.
Once he finished with scattering kisses over your stomach and hips, making sure to leave a small bruise on your hip as a small reminder for later, he lent back and pulled you back down onto his lap, making you yelp in surprise. But you found your balance pretty quickly, hands gripping his shoulders as you adjusted your knees on either side of his hips.
A hand on the back of your neck pulled you down into a heated kiss while you dropped your hands to his lap, shifting back a little to unfasten his belt and pants. He helped you pull his pants down just enough to free him before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you back into place, so that you rocked against him in a way that made you both groan into the kiss.
Pulling away from the kiss again, you glanced over your shoulder, paranoia about getting caught resurfacing. “Liebling…” Zemo spoke gently, his fingertips grazing your cheek and making you turn back to face him, “eyes on me.”
You nodded, circling your arms around his neck as you lowered yourself down onto him. A sigh falling past your lips and your forehead dropping against his shoulder as you stilled, adjusting to the feeling of him. His hand soothed up and down your back, nuzzling his face into your hair as he held you close.
Zemo kissed your temple before you lifted your head, beginning to rise and fall in his lap. You couldn’t help it, but a moan escaped you when you found the right rhythm. To shush you, he pulled you down into another kiss. Muffling the noises that the two of you made.
You knew that you had to be quick, you didn’t have the time nor the privacy that you had that night after dinner in Vienna. There wasn’t time to savour everything but there would be time for that in the future, right now was needy, a quick ‘I missed you’. Zemo also wished that there was more time, wanting to cherish you like you deserved, but he also knew that there would be time for that later.
“Fuck…Helmut…” you breathed, burying your face into his shoulder to quieten yourself. Zemo’s head fell back against the headrest, eyes falling shut as he dug his fingers into your hips.
It wasn’t long before he sensed that you were both teetering on the edge of your climaxes, causing him to bury his fingers in your hair as he lifted your head from his shoulder to look at your face. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your movements faltered, becoming less controlled.
Feeling the rush of your release coursing through you, you pressed your lips to Zemo’s, muffling a moan of his name. His high directly followed yours, the two of you holding each other and breathing heavily as you came down from your highs.
Your forehead rested against his, eyes shut, lips parted, and skin flushed. Zemo pressed a light kiss to your lips, running his hands up your bare thighs, before going back to admiring the way you looked on top of him.
“Du bist wunderschön” Zemo complimented sincerely, a fondness, an affection, in his tone. You had learnt a little bit of various other languages during your time with Zemo, mainly just the petnames and compliment that he would endlessly give you. The compliments were frequent but always sincere, it made it difficult to doubt him when he called you beautiful like he just did. You just smiled, gently caressing his cheek before tenderly kissing him again.
With a soft sigh, dropped your head to his shoulder for a moment. Zemo just smiled, turning his head to bury his face in your hair.
Knowing you couldn’t sit there for much longer without any pants on, Zemo helped you off of his lap, fastening his pants and belt as you pulled your underwear and jeans back on. Before you knew it, you were back in your chair opposite the Baron, Oeznik pouring you both fresh glasses of champagne while you shared glances and soft smiles.
“When can we expect your friends to call again?” Zemo asked once the two of you were alone again.
“Whenever the Flag Smashers make their next move” you told him with a sigh.
“And after that, what are your plans?” he was watching you intently, like he was trying to put together your answer before you even spoke.
“After that, when the job is done, I’m all yours” you smiled, not hesitating on your answer. You liked the idea of having all the time in the world to spend with Zemo but right now you had helped start a job and you had to finish it.
“Now, that sounds like an agreeable conclusion for the both of us” Helmut’s mouth twitched into a small smirk as he sipped from his glass.
“It does” you agreed with a small laughing, shaking your head at him.
“I’m glad you decided to stay, Meine geliebte” Zemo confessed, his expression falling serious as he looked across at you.
“So am I, Meine geliebte” you said with the same level of seriousness, earning a fond smile from the Baron before you both finished your drinks.
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yunhoiseyecandy · 4 years ago
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𝟽 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ (ᴍ)
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✕ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — ᴘ.ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
✕ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ — ꜱᴍᴜᴛ
✕ ᴡ.ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟷.𝟿ᴋ
✕ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ — ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ
✕ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ — ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴛ, ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ
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here you were again, at some useless party that your friends dragged you to. you were never a fan of parties just because the thought of drunk, teenage bodies and random strangers making out in the corner never was really your way to de-stress.
 sure, some people made fun of you for always being stuck inside your dorm and not “socializing enough”, but what did that matter? while you were in bed studying for a final, your roommate was out at one of the local’s parties, which she seemed to do pretty often.
you never really thought much about the teasing and harassment, but tonight was one of those nights. the nights where you had to study because something in you kept letting you know that if you didn’t you would fail. so when your roommate came home and started bugging you again about being such a bookworm, you’d finally had enough.
"if I say yes to going to some lame party with you tomorrow, will you please stop bugging me?” the number of emotions you saw cross her face was too many to count. “wait, really?!” “yes, but you have to promise to never leave my side” “mhm sure, whatever” “ I need you to promise me, okay..” she paused, letting a couple seconds of silence lay between the both of you before she spoke up saying, “I promise!”, before running out the door to go get a drink with one of her friends.
you huffed when you realized that she most likely won’t keep her promise. you had finished your assignment, closing your laptop before lulling yourself to sleep, oblivious to the actions about to take place tomorrow. 
your day went on as if it were any other day, up until it was time to get ready for the party. “you’re going in that?” your friend said as you finished pulling on your jeans, unbuttoning your grey cardigan at the top. “is there something wrong with it?”, she gawked at you as if you had just tried talking to a plant.
“oh, I don’t know just- everything?” you pouted at her words, wondering if you really did look as bad as she’d made it seem. you never really took the way you dressed that seriously, always putting your studies first. “girl you look like a damn grandma, come here-” “no I don’t-”
about an hour and a half later of throwing clothes around the room and then deciding you’d go in something she had, she pulls you in front of her mirror asking you if you like it. “it’s… different. but I don’t hate it.” she smirked before pulling out some mascara and lipgloss. “you’re already pretty, but they’ll just enhance your features” you’ve never really worn makeup before.
sure maybe once or twice, but she was putting on so much of it- too much of it. “I don’t know about this. what if people stare?” she had finished applying the lipgloss, asking you to stand back and look in the mirror, saying you look fine and maybe you’ll get laid. you had a pretty strapless dark pink dress on with a simple leather jacket hanging over your shoulders, some black boots that tied the outfit together.
“oOo what about seonghwa, you still like him right? I’m pretty sure he’ll be there tonight!” you gasped, moving to swat at her arm, but she sadly dodged it. “he would never even look my way.” you had a crush on seonghwa since senior year of high school, never even trying to get his attention since you knew it’d never work out. 
-time skip-
“who’s house even is this?” you asked when you guys pulled up to some random house, walking up the stairs and closing the door behind you. “It’s yunhos, you’ve heard of him, right? he’s a super sweet guy, and really good in bed. lemme tell you, he’s so good with his fingers and tongue, oh god. and he’s so big I-“ you didn’t give her a chance to finish before you went over to a stand with some (what you assumed to be juice, but were not) drinks.
you picked up one of the cups that were lined up, smelling it before you put it down because it smelled like pure alcohol. you decided to play it safe and go with a water bottle that was in a cooler along with some beer bottles. “hey, do you want water or something else-” you cut yourself off when you realized that your friend was no longer in sight. “that son of a bitch.” you cursed lowly under your breath. “guess I’m alone for the night, that’s just fucking great. so much for promising to stay with me.” 
since you had nobody to talk to, you decided to make the most of your night and explore the rest of the house. walking upstairs, you had a hard time trying to not trip over all the people standing at the bottom, but you managed. the first room you decided to explore looked like it belonged to someone that did not care about cleanliness. you got claustrophobic easily so you quickly decided to move on to the next room.
this one was far more pleasant to walk around in. the bed was made, and a fresh basket of clothing was placed at the edge of it. you noticed that they had a lot of frames hanging up, so you decided to see if you recognized any of the people in the pictures. your eyes widened when you realized that you were in- “what are you doing in here? If you haven’t noticed, the party’s downstairs, sweetheart.” you stepped back from the frames, a blush creeping up your face.
“I-I’m sorry seonghwa, I didn’t know this was your room,” he looked at you for a second before saying that you should get out, and to which you quickly agreed to. you rushed downstairs, your friend calling your name asking you to play a game with her and a couple of friends.
-time skip-
“shouldn’t there be more people?” a guy named wooyoung asked. “yeah, they should be here in a few minutes.” you laughed at mingi when he responded. you could just hear the annoyance laced in his voice. you couldn’t blame him because wooyoung had asked the same question fifty times within the span of five minutes. “I wonder who else is coming, we already have about thirteen people, how much more do we need?” your tone was laced with annoyance. you’d all been waiting thirty minutes on one single person. who could possibly be that important? 
and as if on cue, the last person you wanted to see right now walks through the door. “eyy finally, man! what were you doing, folding clothes?” everyone except for you and seonghwa laughed at sans joke, seonghwa shaking his head in annoyance. “can we just get this over with already?” he asked, clearly over this whole idea already. “yeah, of course. who’s ready to play?” yunho said, trying to calm all the voices in the room.
“we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven, right?” jongho asked, nodding when yeosang shook his head yes. your heart dropped. 7 minutes in heaven? you’ve played games before, but never one like this. “girl, I think I’ll pass,” you begged your friend to let you go, but she just pulled you to the ground. everyone followed, sitting in a circle on the floor. “so… who wants to spin first?”
about ten minutes passed before you had to spin and to not only yours but everyone else’s surprise, it landed on the one and only park seonghwa. your eyes widened before your eyes slowly met his, only to be met with no emotion in them. “I-I think I’ll pass.” “girl no, you have to go! It’s park fucking seonghwa!” Your friend whisper yelled at you. “I-I can’t-”, but before you could object, seonghwa was pulling you up by your arm and into the closet, shutting it behind him.
it was silent for a moment before you heard Jongho yell, “I don’t hear anything going on. are you guys just going to stand there or-” “shut up!” you’ve never heard seonghwa yell before, but you’re not gonna lie- it was kinda hot. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want t-” that was all you were able to get out before seonghwa was shoving you up against the wall, pinning both of your hands above your head and whispering lowly into your ear. “are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting for this since 12th grade.”
you gasped when he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, releasing your wrists so he could pull down your panties. “s-seonghwa, ah fuck,” you screamed when he shoved two fingers into your mouth, him groaning at how fast you took them in. “shit baby, you’re so fucking good for me. I bet your pussy's soaked right now, all for me, right?” you moaned, begging him. “fuck I need you so bad, please.” 
he quickly pulled his fingers out of you, turning you around. you heard the sound of his belt, and then you heard his pants fall to the ground. he pulled his cock out of his trousers, opening the condom and sliding it on. “do you want me as much as I want you?” you moaned, grinding back to feel more of him. “yes, fuck please more.” he pulled your hips into him, sliding in easily because of how soaked you were. “ah, shit!” you tried to keep it down because of the thin wall between you and the rest of the group, but you lost all of your senses when his pace quickened. 
“fuck, baby, you like this don’t you? the feeling of people being able to hear you, screaming for me and only me.” he pulled your head back roughly by your hair and sucked on your tongue before spitting on it. “swallow” you swallowed, looking up at him and moaning when he hit that perfect spot inside of you. he groaned, speeding his pace up and reaching his hand down to rub eights around your clit. “fuck I’m close, so fucking close!” you screamed, pushing back onto him to meet his thrusts. “fuck baby that’s it, cum on my cock. just like that, doll face.” he felt you clench around him, him releasing into to condom before pulling out slowly.
kissing your shoulder, he pulled his underwear and pants up. “guys, your time’s up!” yunho yelled to let you guys know to come out. you pulled your underwear up, not sparing a single glance at seonghwa. you opened the door and left the room to go clean up, ears burning when you felt eyes burning into your back.
-last time skip- 
“how was he?” you groaned before looking over at her, not wanting to talk. “he was good, leave it” “oh come on, I’m just asking a question-” just as you were about to close your door to the car, seonghwa comes up to you and asks you if you wanted to hang out tomorrow. “why?” you ask, completely puzzled as to why he’d ask you out of all people. “because I like you, and I have for a while now. please?” you contemplated it for a moment.
on one hand, you thought maybe you should give him a chance. but on the other hand, maybe he just wanted you for sex one more time before he completely dropped you. you guess either he read your mind or he could tell how you were feeling because before any more thought could process he smashed his lips on yours. “a real date, baby. not just a hookup.” you smiled a little bit before getting in the car, shutting the door.
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ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ © ʏᴜɴʜᴏɪꜱᴇʏᴇᴄᴀɴᴅʏ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ.
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
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romioneficfest · 3 years ago
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Why am I so Ugly?
Title: Why am I so ugly?
Prompt: Day 7 - Anything goes
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Rating: PG
Brief Summary: This takes place in the 6th year when Harry drinks the Felix Felicis potion and "make" Lavender broke up with Ron. He goes out for hours in his missing to pursuit Slughorn. Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione got some time alone.
Triggers: None (’cept Ron’s mouth)
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Why am I so ugly?
(...) “Excellent,” he said. “Really excellent. Right... I’m going down to Hagrid’s.”
“What?” said Ron and Hermione together, looking aghast. “No, Harry — you’ve got to go and see Slughorn, remember?” said Hermione.
“No,” said Harry confidently. “I’m going to Hagrid’s, I’ve got a good feeling about going to Hagrid’s.”
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“This is Felix Felicis, I suppose?” said Hermione anxiously, holding up the bottle to the light. (...)
“Trust me,” he said. “I know what I’m doing... or at least” — he strolled confidently to the door — “Felix does.”
He pulled the Invisibility Cloak over his head and set off down the stairs, Ron and Hermione hurrying along behind him. At the foot of the stairs, Harry slid through the open door.
“What were you doing up there with her?” shrieked Lavender Brown, staring right through Harry at Ron and Hermione emerging together from the boys’ dormitories. Harry heard Ron spluttering behind him as he darted across the room away from them.
Getting through the portrait hole was simple; as he approached it, Ginny and Dean came through it, and Harry was able to slip between them. As he did so, he brushed accidentally against Ginny.
“Don’t push me, please, Dean,” she said, sounding annoyed. “You’re always doing that, I can get through perfectly well on my own....”
The portrait swung closed behind Harry, but not before he had heard Dean make an angry retort. (...)
[Excerpt taken from the book "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince"]
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"What were you doing up there with her?"
Harry was so sick of how Ron was being such a coward in the terms of breaking up with Lavender that Felix did it herself. Lavender just started to yell at him, which Ron start to argue before storming off the common room.
Hermione just stayed there, kind of surprised that this was really happening. She waited for Lavender to get back to the Girls Dormitories before she tries to catch Ron in the corridor, but he quickly disappeared. As the general mood in the common room was pretty dangerous for her, she remembers that in her last prefect patrol, she put some things in her locker in the prefects’ bathroom. So, she decides to go there and get it.
The Prefects’ Bathroom was on the fifth floor, in the fourth door to the left of that statue of Boris the Bewildered. She entries and stands in front of one of the mirrors that sats above the sinks. The Prefects’ Bathroom was a huge lavatory with a massive bathtub, almost like a pool with numerous taps. The sinks were very large, with even enough space to sit on them.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Hermione couldn’t dominate her low self-esteem thoughts. She was a 17 years old girl, and the last time a man shows any interest in her felt like ages ago. Well, without counting bloody MacLaggen, but he shows himself for every living thing. A little light of hope started to grow on her chest. Now that Ron was single, would he try something with her? Or she will have to be the one to try it?
Without thinking too much about it, she started to take off her clothes to take a bath in the giant tub.
"Hum...Mione? Is that you?"
Scared to death, she quickly covers up, not that she was in a completely embarrassing position, ‘cause she just took off her sweater, but still… it was Ron. She just got so nervous whatever they have some private moment.
"Yes, it’s me." He opens the door and got to the locker next to her and started to look for something. "Are you alright?"
"Are you kidding me? Yes. Just got rid of Lav without having to do so."
"Well, that's mature."
"What? I mean, you know I just couldn’t do it myself. Stop looking at me like that. I like her and all, but not like that."
"I understand...hum...I'm glad that you are happy now."
"Oh...hum...thanks. Now we just have to worry about Harry and his mission. I really hope that Felix works on getting the memory out of Slughorn."
"Yeah, me too. There so much going on, I was preparing for a bath here. Do you care to join me? All prefects could fit on this tub, really."
His ears became so red that it was almost indistinguishable from his hair. That certainly sounds better in her head them out loud.
"Is just that the aura in the common room is pretty dense right now. But you don't have to, really. It was silly to ask."
"But I want to."
Before the shame could take the best off both of them, she goes to the mirror and makes a bun out of her hair. Ron was untying his shoelaces when he heard:
"God. Why I have to be so ugly? This shirt looks terrible on me. I'm going to transfigure this into a toy for Crookshanks later!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, it's nothing, Ron. I was just thinking out loud."
"No, I heard you. Do you really think that you're ugly? ‘Cause, that's bullshit."
"Well, when you spend your entire youth with Malfoy and Parkinson telling you look like a chipmunk, you started to believe them."
"What about the times that I told you how beautiful you are?"
"Hum...I just figured that you and Harry were being nice to me. Besides, I don't think it was too often, so..."
"No, stop it. I never said it to be nice! I truly mean it! And maybe I don't tell you all the time, but I sure think of it every day when I see you." his face was so red he looked like he had a fever.
"...you do?"
Her feet were moving practically alone, getting herself closer to him. They were just staring at each other, not really knowing what to do next.
And then, someone walks into the bathroom and releases a big laugh.
"Ahh! Look what we have here! The mudblood and the blood-traitor! Did my eyes fool me, or did you two was about to..."
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy! Why are you here anyway? Are you trying to cry in every bathroom in Hogwarts?"
Malfoy was so quick getting his wand that Ron probably was getting cursed if wasn't for Hermione stopping the spell.
"Please, Ron. Let's go. He’s not worth it."
Seeing themselves out of the bathroom, Ron’s expression reveals that he wore very angry and very concerned.
"Look, Mione. Maybe it's best if we go on to the Astronomy Tower. Remember how we could see Hagrid's hut perfectly when we are doing the OWLs? Ya know, for keeping an eye on Harry in case he seems to need us. Also, I bump into Dean before I was reading here. I think Ginny broke up with him. Maybe we should find her and cheer her up or something. Don't you think?"
"Hum...fine. That sounds the right thing to do right now..."
"Good. But listen, I don't want to hear you say that horse shit about being ugly ever again, okay? Or I will have to do something about you, young lady!"
"Well, in that case, maybe I'll say it again sometime."
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