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tillidontneedfantasy · 3 years

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A Track-by-Track Breakdown of Taylor Swift’s 9th Studio Album: ‘evermore’

“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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wosocharleeeeess · 2 years

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🚨NEW PERNILLE INTERVIEW 🚨

Conversation with Pernille Harder, Chelsea FC

We meet Pernille Harder in Kingston Upon Thames in London. The setting for the interview is Spring Grove. A classic sports pub in the better part of London. It is in the same area that Pernille lives with her girlfriend Magdalena Eriksson, with whom she plays on a team in Chelsea. She came to Chelsea in Sept. 2020 from Wolfsburg. It was a trade that made her the world's most expensive female football player. The price tag is obligatory, and Pernille has lived up to that.

Her performance has led to her being nominated for "The World's Best Footballer" a short time ago. One of the world's best started in Thulstrup.

Why did you actually start playing football when you were 5 years old?

“There was actually not even a girls team when I started. But I come from a real football family. Both my parents and my big sister played football, and yet I was always up in our local club. So it was very natural. That's what they did in the family. ”

Pernille Harder played in the local club before she first switched to Ikast, then Viborg and from 2010-2012 in Skovbakken, before abroad called for the great talent.

What was life like then as a female football player in Denmark?

“I had to be creative and find opportunities to get better / train enough. It was sometimes a bit of a hassle, also because I wanted to stay in Ikast, which is generally a good sports town. But back then, there was nothing for women’s soccer. So I played in Skovbakken, but was allowed to train with the boys at the Academy in FC Midtjylland. In addition, I had found a trainer who helped me train "finishes" every Friday, in addition to my training in Skovbakken (Aarhus) 4 times a week.

Who participated in the training at the FCM Academy at the time?

"I have trained with Joachim Andersen, Lasse Vigen, Viktor Fischer and Pione of those you probably also know."

Did anyone make a "plan" for you back then?

“It was probably more myself who made that plan. I already knew that when I finished high school, I wanted to go abroad and play football. It was there, the opportunities were to make a living from it. Therefore, also thought only of my development in Denmark. I did not think of titles and e.g. to establish myself in the Danish league first. ”

Who has helped you the most with your career?

Definitely my parents. I could not dream of better support. They have never pushed me for anything, but always been there. I'm just been lucky with them.

Was the ambition even then that you would become one of the best football players in the world?

"Of course. First, my dream / ambition was that I should make a living from it. Not many did then. So that was the first goal. But of course. I have also been Figo, Beckham and many others along the way. ”

The football thing speaks for itself, and as an 18-year-old Pernille went abroad to become a full-time professional. She started in Swedish Linköping. Here it was 87 goals in 90 games before German Wolfsburg called. Here, the Dane scored 68 goals in 75 matches. Pernille Harder became a big profile in the German Bundesliga, and there were offers for her from a lot of big clubs. The competition was so fierce that when she switched to Chelsea, she became the world's most expensive women's footballer. Her footballing qualities are well described elsewhere, but how did she experience the change to the English big club?

“There is a greater interest both commercially and with the media here in England. Chelsea is just a huge club. All our matches are shown on Sky, there is always media present and there is interest from all over the world around the Premier League for women. ”

“When I came to Germany, there was not much pressure on me. I had only played a few years in Sweden and had not proven myself on the big stage yet. When I came to Chelsea it was quite the opposite. Both due to the transfer you mention, Europe's best 2 times and my matches for the European Championships, Champions League and Bundesliga. I was bought in to make a difference from day 1. ”

Fortunately, it has gone well. But what's the plan at Chelsea now?

“We have to win and I have to develop. Expectations are constantly shifting. The biggest ones are definitely coming from myself still. So I have no problem with that. ”

Which development have you been most pleased with?

“It is always mentally hard to change club and change country with everything that goes with it. I think I have been good at dealing with it and I feel like I have developed personally. I have come through the difficult things and learned how to deal with adversity. ”My motivation is still in my development

How is your daily life? What is it like to live in London?

"It's great. It has helped that society is closed up more again. I moved over here in the middle of "the big lockdown". I remember we were cycling around in the middle of a completely empty London. It was very special. But otherwise it is a life where football is the focal point. We come in for training at 10 and is home again at 2 p.m. If we have free time, we might go to Covent Garden or SOHO, where we shop a bit, eat at some good restaurants, etc. These are our favorite areas in London. ”

What motivates you now?

“My motivation is still in my development. I will constantly evolve. I want to be even better. It's very simple. ”

What has been the biggest challenge been in 2021?

“As a person, I do not have a lot of patience. It all should like to play right away. It's just not always like that when you move to a new country. ”

What is the most important thing you have learned this year?

“I have got a good platform and I am very determined about that. One of the most important things for me is equality. This of course applies to football. But I also use my platform to convey my views on gender equality within e.g. sexuality and racism. ”

Who has inspired you the most this year?

I get inspired by stories where people have worked hard for a goal or cool personality mentalities. An example could be Kobe Bryant.

Where are you in 3 years?

“I honestly do not know. I have a contract here until 2023. It could very well be that I extend that agreement. At some point, it could also be cool to come to the US for a small period of time. But it lies in the future. ”

What does your media consumption look like?

“I listen to audiobooks a lot. It's limited how much I actually read.

The last book I listened to was with Rasmus Ankersen. It was called "The Gold Mine Effect."

Otherwise, I use both Instagram and Twitter. ”

What do you want more time for in 2022?

“As a football player, you have a good time in everyday life, so I actually think I use my time very well. Maybe I should look and improve my golf game a little! ” (..followed by a big smile.)

After 130+ international matches for Denmark, does it still matter to pull the red / white jersey over your head?

“It means a lot! It is something very special, and I am very proud to play for the Danish national team. ”

What do you miss most about Denmark?

“It's easy! It is without a doubt my family. ”

Are you coming home to Denmark and playing in the Women's League?

“Not right now at least. One should never say never. It is so difficult to predict the future, but it is not straightforward. ”

Are we behind in Denmark?

"I guess we are. Marketing and branding are by no means the same. I do not know where to start her. One could well miss that FC Midtjylland and FC Copenhagen had a women's team as the biggest clubs in Denmark. I am sure that great value could be created for everyone, concludes Pernille Harder.

#she’s really gifted us with so many this year #pernille harder

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virghogh · 3 years

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NCT Birth Charts x Hexaco Results Analyses pt. 2

recently NCT Dream were on a new reality show called Mental Training Camp where they are doing a variety of activities and all of their behavior and interactions are being analyzed by professional psychologists.

ofc my virgo sun mercury ass was thrilled and I had their birth charts pulled up the whole time to cross reference.

I wanted to share some of my personal thoughts on how the 2 might connect!

p.s. Thank u for all the likes on part one !!<3

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

**key: in the hexaco charts the blue represents the Dreamies, the orange is an average result of 300 college students who took the same test**

Renjun - “An artist down to the bones”

✨aries sun // scorpio moon // pisces mercury // pisces venus // taurus mars✨

can i just start with a wow cause!! This title is so bold and what they continued to talk about with him, and when looking at his chart... there is much to unpack here so let’s get into it

they started off his analysis focusing on how much of an “artist” he is. They said 2 qualities a great artists needs is openness and emotionality and he scored way above average in those areas, and the highest of those in his whole group. Looking at his placements I think anyone could tell this person is highly creative. With his 2 pisces placements and water moon in scorpio. There’s a lot more going on with that moon sign than just creativity, but it is a common trait amongst water moons!

I feel like his water energy is responsible for more of his imagination? If you watch a lot of NCT content you can see just how imaginative Renjun is. Especially in the relay vlogs when he was taking us through his art all I could think was wow this guy has crazy (good) imagination! the reason I mention this is because he has a taurus mars. taurus is ruled by venus where we get a lot of our creativity from and it’s a known thing that taurus placements always bring natural creativity. I really think the combination of water imagination with taurus art is a beautiful combo.

On top of his natural talent in creativity and imagination, scorpio moons absolutely need an outlet. He was truly blessed with placements that give him that outlet <3 They mentioned he could be a poet and scorpio moons are always being recommended to write poetry. His art is essential to his mental and emotional health.

something really interesting is how they mentioned that mark has traditional leader energy, but Renjun has a “mother-like” leader energy. I thought that was so sweet and really accurate for him. They mentioned how throughout the intro he would scan the others eyes a lot and make contact very subconsciously and with ease. Taking everyone into account. I see this a lot in his 2 pisces placements. I feel like a lot of pisces makes someone very sensitive, in-tune with people and caring/compassionate. And with the slower, calmer taurus mars it gives him a gentle approach. He has this strong bull/ram influence from his aries sun and mars, his driving forces, that gives him initiative and a strong voice. when these 2 connect I feel like it makes a mom bear kind of thing.

They also said it seems when he scans like that he is almost analyzing and observing, “gathering opinions”. Scorpio moons have hawk eyes, they’re always observing micro-actions and reactions. He is mostly observing with care so he can pay attention and accommodate! But I think having a scorpio moon just makes him naturally tune in to people a lot more and gives him a sharper eye.

I wanted to put him and Jisung in the same post because they’re both scorpio moon kings, and I wanted to talk about how this really intense moon sign plays out in 2 very different people. I have a scorpio moon too, so seeing 2 idols I like with their own scorpios moons is very interesting to me!

at one point the psychologists verbal report took a turn and all i could think about was that scorpio moon! After they finished telling him about his artists traits, they said “there is one thing you should look out for”, and it was that people like him tend to get lonely easily and often/a lot and Renjun quickly agreed! They said that since he’s with good friends a lot, it helps, but in the future he could get very lonely and experience it more than the average person. This is so textbook scorpio moon I honestly felt like he was speaking right to me and my scorpio moon for a second. From one scorpio moon to another, I’m so glad he has people around him.

then they asked him when he typically gets lonely the most and he responded with “it just comes to be out of the blue” u poor scorpio moon bb😭. I don’t know how serious he was about this word but he said he will be depressed on the nicest days sometimes.

there was another story Mark was telling thin time about Renjun. They went out to a meal together on a beautiful day and Mark comments on how nice out it is and Renjun just responds with “I’m depressed”. There are so many traits of his scorpio moon coming through here. With the moon being in such an intense, deep and dark sign, it is in detriment here. It’s a really rough placement for your emotions. Water moons in general are known for being quite moody and sulky, sometimes it just comes out of nowhere and very randomly. There doesn’t always have to be a trigger. I feel like his pisces-scorpio are really like teaming up a lot when it comes to his expressions and emotions.

In the last post I mentioned how I think Jeno and Mark are lucky to have fire moons because they could get really hard on themselves or down/depressed if they had earth or water moons. Renjun is a good example of what I meant. With his Taurus mars, earth signs are known for being down and hard on themselves a lot and I think the combination of a earth mars and scorpio moon is tough. taurus likes to be alone a lot too and I could see him maybe in the future develop a tendency to isolate when he’s having a scorpio moon moment and feels like the world is ending (again, being around people must be really helping him). I also see his aries sun maybe being another way to help express that scorpio moon. It might feel less like he has to keep all of these scorpio feelings to himself, it’s easier for him to let it out. It’s also worth noting that having a scorpio moon and taurus mars means they’re in opposition! Giving him even more depth and intensity.

as for the hexaco chart, based off just his chart I don’t know if I would have guessed his openness was that high with his scorpio and taurus?? But other than that I think his hexaco is very spot on for him! His agreeableness is slightly below average👀 umm yes hi aries sun and fixed moon and mars. His extroversion is pretty much average but that average to me tells me someone is more on the extroverted side or maybe in the middle? Being in the middle would make sense to me because I think he definitely has potential to isolate. I’m curious to see what his houses are! I’ve seen a lot of talk that he’s a cancer rising and I buy it because it would put his sun in 10th, and moon in 5th but that’s a whole other topic...

That emotionality is wonderfully high. His openness and expression/ reactions are one of my favorite things about him. He’s truly a little aries hot head at times. I feel like aries in big 6 often gives this kind of ease with expression and straightforwardness like I was saying about mark. Similar to Chenle though, I think even though Renjun is open, he isn’t an open book and has his deep thoughts and secrets. I see his openness more in that he will always be there for people and listen/help peoples problems. He’s the kind of person to meet someone and if he can tell they’re struggling he’d offer his ear or shoulder even if they’re not close. He’s welcoming.

tldr; has intense imagination and creative abilities, he is very welcoming, compassionate, attentive and caring. Mom vibes. He is very moody and gets down a lot, his friends and artistic expression are essential. He is very expressive, passionate and hot headed but has a lot of patience.

Jisung - “Shy Perfectionist”

✨aquarius sun // scorpio moon // aquarius mercury // aquarius venus // aries mars✨

Jisungs section in this show was reallyyy short they didn’t say much and moved on kinda quick😅 I’ll be honest Jisung has always kinda confused me especially when I try to understand his chart and what i see in the videos. So not getting a lot of information from this episode either (yet! the show is ongoing) is tough

As far as the title they gave him🥺chart or no chart I think it’s a good title for him and how he appears in content and stuff he is true baby. In their verbal report they basically just said he’s shy and then talked a lot about how he has very good “follower” qualities. They were saying having a good follower is also a really important quality in a group though. And jisung agreed with what they were saying. That’s pretty much all we got from them😅

Honestly if I could only have one members guaranteed full chart I’d want it to be Jaemins or Jisungs because Jisung has an aquarius stellium! And the house it’s in could tell us so much more about him. Typically when I think of or meet aquarius I don’t pin them as a shy type? I could see some of them preferring to stick to themselves but they still operate pretty well in social situations. So Jisung’s painfully shy personality we see is interesting to me. Where I definitely do see his aqua and scorpio working together is in how anxious and nervous he is. He’s a worrier too and has admitted it. Also I’ve heard the combination of aquarius and scorpio makes someone intensely intuitive to future events, so I feel like if jisung is unaware of this gift it could contribute to his high anxiety. Maybe he gets feelings of “something bad is about to happen” a lot for seemingly no reason👀

Another very aquarius trait is of course they’re weirdooos through and through! And what I’ve noticed about the aquarius weird trait is how many different kinds of weird there are because aquarians are always weird in such different ways. I definitely think Jisung is a weird guy, or quirky? You can almost see the gears grinding in his head when he’s contemplating and then he’ll do something “weird” after that! Weird, or just off beat. And what I love about the way jisungs lil aquarius mind works is you can tell those weird moments are purely just how he really is and thinks, and it’s not to be funny or for the cameras, he just processes information and thinks completely different from everyone else.

Since we know jisung is shy I feel like a lot of his aquarius and scorpio mood comes out off camera so we won’t get to see that side! But I’m sure it’s there.

I think Jisung’s scorpio moon is a good example of how different it can be. To go from a very emotionally charged chart to one that is being dominated by air is quite different. With Renjun, I was talking about how his water and fire give him the ability to be in touch with and express his scorpio moon more. But with an air dominant chart I feel like hinders that ability and creates a more detached person. Not that he’s cold, not emotional, or not compassionate. But just that he probably prefers to “just not think” about certain stressful or emotional topics. But the problem with that is it doesn’t mean emotions are gone and scorpio is very hard to ignore, so he’s probably internalizing a lot of stuff v deeply or is surprised when emotions come, what feels like, out of nowhere,.. Jisung also has an aries mars though! I feel like the openness of the aries mars combining with the detachment of Aquarius sun could also contribute to sudden releases of emotion🤔 but be back to normal in minutes

I also wanna add that I feel like jisungs very follower personality and ability to just kinda let things happen or not take charge must be a result of the industry and being the maknae tbh, or it at least accentuated it

For the hexaco chart I really want to comment on how high the honesty-humility is! In the first part I mentioned how aquarius and aries can be quite righteous signs. So this trait must be really played up in his chart because it seems he cares a lot about following the rules (could also be a result of industry). His emotionality is higher than average! For his chart I don’t know if I would have expected that but from watching him I think it totally lines up, maybe his aries mars is proving more of an outlet.

I also wanna finish by adding that jisung is still super young and has been in this “baby” position for most of his life, and is literally the youngest out of a 23 person group lol and grew up in the industry so there’s more going on with that than just astrology <3

tldr; very shy, anxious and nervous, intuitive, an oddball, his community is important and helpful to him, easily reactive, but not very emotionally expressive, he’s level-headed, has a lot of growing to do🥺<3

part 3 coming soon!

feedback and thoughts are always welcome!

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Great Motivation (Soran x Reader)

Request: R like it if you were able to keep to the same premise, but like change it to where R finally gets the adoption papers and surprises Emily and Lindsey. waits until before the final of the World Cup when Lindsey and Emily are having anxiety and are on the verge o f freaking out. R tells them about how their baby would be proud no matter the outcome... Theyve been trying for a while and it finally goes through

You chanced another glance away from your pacing wives and towards your bag. You understood that this was a big moment and that there was a lot of pressure, but they were taking this whole thing way too far. If you had to hear them talk about slipping the Netherlands left defenders one more time you were going to strangle one (or both) of them.

“You guys are starting to give me a headache,” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose and running a frustrated hand through your hair. “Like I know you’re trying to help, but if you tell me about the defensive line and which paths I should take again, I’m going to rip all my hair out”

It was a coping mechanism. You understood that. With so many things out of their control, they had to focus on the one thing they had power over. They were fixers after all, but they couldn’t fix this. They couldn’t make the fight you faced for the adoption go through easier, just like they couldn’t make your opponent any less nerve-wracking.

Both fights had been long and difficult. One had already come to the end, and now you just had to finish the other.

The women shared a long glance. The process had been hard on you too, you were just better at hiding your stress. They nodded, settling down on either side of you in the bed.

“Sorry baby,” Lindsey murmured, rubbing your back and pulling you into her. Emily ran a hand down your arm and pulled your left hand into her lap, playing with your fingers.

“Hmm,” You hummed, leaning into your taller girlfriend, enjoying her strong arms around you.

“It’s just stressful. This whole thing,” She whispered into your hair, kissing the crown of your head. You closed your eyes tightly,

“The cup, waiting to see if we’re approved. It’s just all so much at once,” Emily added, her lips caressing the back of your hand, and running your knuckles over her cheeks.

You nodded. You understood that, but running formations over and over was only adding to your stress. You needed to relax if this whole thing was gonna work, and you might have the answer to help the loves of your life out just a touch.

“I get that, but we can’t win if you two keep on stressing about the numbers. You’ll take all the creativity off the pitch,” You said softly, and your wives shared another look.

You did your best work when you were relaxed. When they gave you the space to set up shots and make banking runs behind the defense. Creativity was your best friend in the pitch, and your play style thrived under Vlatko (unlike how you wilted under Jill's desire for a singular playstyle and path to goal).

“We know, it’s just hard watching you go after people so much bigger than you,” Emily said softly.

You rolled your eyes. At least the Dutch team was nicer than the Germans. That was a game you never wanted to relive if you were honest. You had a plan to tell them the good news, but maybe they needed it now a little more. Something to set them at ease before the big game.

You bit your lip, looking up at your wives through your lashes. “Well, I was going to wait until after we won to tell you, but I think I have something that will take a bit of the stress off and give you two something else to fixate on. Someone else to impress,”

You almost smiled at the way your wife's eyebrows furrowed. It was thrilling that you could surprise them after all this time together.

“What do you mean?” Lindsey asked you, placing another kiss behind your ear.

You smiled wildly, untangling yourself from them and padding over to your bag. You threw a little smirk over your shoulder as you dug for the folder that held the key to your family's future.

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to adopt. You wanted to give a kid the life you wished your parents could give you, and you were relieved when your wives agreed. (Though Lindsey did make a good point for how sexy Em would look pregnant).

Two days ago your agent had finally come through. Finally found a match for you, and though your little bundle wasn’t quite here yet, the papers were all signed. You were going to get to live out your longest dream.

You held the red folder with reverence, hugging it to your chest for just a second before you extended it towards the women.

“Here,” You said softly, as Lindsey took the folder. Emily scooted closer to her to get a look at the file. Lindsey flipped it open, and the two women held it carefully between them. You could see the tears gather in their eyes as they read through the first page.

“Is this what I think it is?” Emily asked breathless, looking up from the file.

You nodded, blinking away tears of your own. “It is,”

Lindsey covered her mouth to curb the sobs as she reached for you. “Oh my god,”

“Now we have to win, so our munchkin can say their mamas are World Cup winners,” Your chuckle was echoed by the watery laughs of your wives as they pulled you into their laps.

“That means you have to get a goal for them,” Emily hummed, kissing your neck.

You nodded. You would get more than a goal. You would put every defender you knew on their ass if it meant you made your future child proud.

“That’s something for motivation,”

It would be tough, but now the three of you had a reason to fight. A reason to go out there and win. You were going to start your family.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #soran imagine #soran x reader

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justlookingvm · 3 years

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Tessa Virtue’s leap from Figure Skating Olympic Champion to Executive MBA | Kneading Dough Canada

https://youtu.be/JAAkEDRFJ1A

Host: Vinay Virmani

T: If you’re going to build something, you need options in your life. I’ll say this especially as females, it’s important to be independent. To feel like you can be self-reliant and to take care of yourself.

[Intro presented by Tangerine]

V: Tessa, welcome to Kneading Dough Canada.

T: Thank you so much for having me.

V: It’s a pleasure. Kneading Dough Canada is a financial empowerment platform as you know, where we talk money, we talk mindset, we talk about financial lessons that you’ve learned along the way to hopefully inspire the next generation.

T: Well I’m so grateful to be on, I really appreciate it. I think it’s always refreshing to hopefully lend that female lens but also maybe that perspective from the amateur sport world too.

V: Yeah, you know Tessa you’ve accomplished so much, both in your personal and in your professional life. As an athlete you have achieved so many incredible honours, you’ve represented us, this country of Canada at the highest of international levels, but what I’m really excited about is you’re about to add another accomplishment in the form of three very special letters, MBA behind your name. Talk to me about that decision.

T: It’s been you know lingering in my mind for a long time. Education was always a priority in my household growing up in my family, and I thought about law school for quite some time and then I retired at 28 or 29 and thought maybe that’s too long (giggle) and realized also I wanted to flex a bit of a creative muscle. So this MBA program has been a dream of mine for quite some time. I want to be a student again in every sense of the word and I’m eager to learn the ins and outs of the business realm and that corporate sphere that I’ve had a unique perspective of, you know for 10 15 years, but if I’m going to take on a new role whatever that may be then I really want to feel like I’ve adopted that rookie mindset once again, and earned my stripes, I’ve gotten the credibility to to deserve a place there.

V: I want to take it to the world of figure skating though, because the world of figure skating is so glamorous as a sport. You know

T: I wasn’t sure where that sentence was going to land. It could have gone so many directions.

V: I I’m so like fascinated by the world of figure skating because the glamour, the imagination, the costumes, the drama, the whole production value. It looks so beautiful and elegant, but behind it there’s also rigorous routine, training and it’s not cheap.

T: Uh huh

V: So growing up, dd you have those conversations with your family and did you understand the investment that it was taking to sort of put you through the highest levels of figure skating.

T: The 2 things that my parents were always wiling to invest in or prioritize were education and sport. And it was important to them that we were exposed to as much as we could be. I’m the youngest of four. You know I’m of two minds because on one hand I do believe they tried to shield me from the burden of that sacrifice, that they made for all kids and for you know all of these adventures. But I was also keenly aware of it. I knew the the toll and I knew the cost and um you know I felt that responsibility…

V: Was there anything that you remember early on where there was an incident or a moment where you were like, I recognize like you talked about the toll.

T: My parents were so conscious to ensure that I wasn’t carrying that weight, and yet I moved away from home when I was 13 and I was kind of budgeting at that age for groceries and 7-eleven runs (laughs), whatever it is that a 13 year old needs. Taking taxis everywhere and I made a decision when I was 15 um to be able to do it on my own. My mom was always quick to say you know you have to look after yourself and you always have to make your own way and she was all about sort of creating that sense of security and freedom, so that I had options.

To be honest I had a tumultuous relationship with my father when I was a teen and I think it was just a decision, at that point. I didn’t feel right.

V: Yeah

T: I didn’t feel right accepting that kind of support anymore um and maybe it was a bit of pride you know, not wanting to

V: You don’t want to be dependent on anybody.

T: Totally. Yeah, and that’s not to say that I’m not aware of the privilege that I had growing up to have those opportunities. It was just a real marker of OK, if this is the path I’m choosing, um and I really need to make sure that I can I can do it on my own or in a way that really isn’t such a burden.

V: You know talking to you today has reinforced independence. You know being independent, not being dependent and and just being self-sufficient. And how gratifying that is, you know I think a lot of people, especially as you said, I hope a lot of young women watch this show and and really listen to your advice. And the fact that you took that decision at such an early age.

T: You know it’s interesting I found old journals not too long ago, and there was a page in one and I don’t know, judging by my handwriting I might have been 12? 11 or 12? And I had written my goals and that were, you know the to win the Olympics, be on Oprah, which I’ll settle for uninterrupted and Kneading Dough, uh buy a cottage, like buy a family cottage

V: Right

T: And at 12 that was on my mind and the feeling of walking into this cottage that my mom and I were able to dream of and then buy together, is so visceral and it’s it’s so much about, like I think back to being young and maybe not having, especially for her like that sense of security and and just really feeling like that can be a safe place now. Um so again it’s more of the representation of that.

V: I’ve heard you say something that has really resonated with me always because it’s something that I believe in. That the highs are so much better when you’ve experienced the lows. And obviously Scott Moir and yourself accomplished so many great things together. Something that I always try to tell the younger generation is, sometimes you have to just sit back celebrate your failures.

T: Well we learned to embrace it by making it part of our process, in that, not only did we anticipate failure and expect it and embrace it, well, we practiced it. So we learned to fall on demand, get back up, refocus, and

V: OK

T: be back into our program still trying to amalgamate as many points as possible.

V: You know I remember once um I must have been in grade school and I and I failed a few subjects. I was never a good student.

T: OK

V: And you know we didn’t have a lot of money at the time and I remember my my dad, I was really afraid to tell him that you know I’ve failed these courses and blah blah blah, but he said to the family, he said, alright everybody get ready we’re going for dinner. And we went to this restaurant that was only saved for like birthdays or anniversaries. And so we get there and he’s ordering all these great things on the menu and I’m like “dad, I don’t think you heard me like I failed, like I failed and here you are taking it t the restaurant.” And I remember he looked at me and he said “You know I want you to celebrate this failure. I want you to take it in because if you’re winning all the time, you’re not going to learn anything.”

T: Wow, and obviously that stayed with you

V: Oh yeah, you’re always going to learn so much more from the losses.

This next set of questions is called the two cents round, so you can’t overthink these things.

Tessa, we all know about your discipline but what do you splurge on?

T: Clothes

V: Clothes, OK, all right. What part of your budget are you working on lowering?

T: Clothes (big laugh). Actually not really because I will say, it’s more what it represents like part of that is like my I love it and it’s become also intertwined with my career and my brand if you will. Um

V: Its an investment in yourself.

T: I think so, that’s how I twist it

V: So, what is us the best financial decision you’ve made so far?

T: Hire the right people

V: Building the right team around you.

T: Yeah absolutely.

V: Describe your financial persona in just one word.

T: I want to say careful?

V: Careful.

T: Careful in that I’m strategic

V: I like that, OK

T: But I’m willing to have some fun.

V: OK, all right. Tessa if you could run any business, what would it be?

T: My own.

V: Your own. OK. All right I’m not going to push you more. [Tessa laughs]. They say patience is a virtue, how long did your first paycheck last?

T: I mean I spent my whole career basically operating at a deficit, so everything went back into training. I worked towards certain things and the you know I was really fortunate to get some funding and bursary grants, and then eventually sponsors and um was able to build this little nest egg, but mostly it went right back into training.

V: Tessa, this year we’ve been having such important and meaningful conversations about women in sport. And you know of course there’s such a long way to go for those conversations really to achieve equality, but as somebody who’s such a big advocate for women’s empowerment in sport, how do you feel that you want to lend your voice to those conversations?

T: I think, currently the biggest impact I feel I can have is really connecting with those young female athletes at that precipice of maybe dropping out um for all the heart breaking reasons that we’re learning about through research. Whether that is you know body image, or lack of self-confidence, lack of self-worth, it’s just not good enough. Like the access to resources, there are opportunities, um I think those conversations are really important and that’s where I’ve been feeling most fulfilled, when I’m able to connect with those athletes and you know I’ve been able to benefit from all of the lessons and the opportunities that sport has lended it uh to my life. And I just so want that for other female athletes. And you know we’re seeing that there are more mentors, more representation, more access to viewing these formidable female athletes, and I hope that resonates.

V: Tessa, we’ve uh had the opportunity to work on a few branded campaigns together. There’s this Tessa grace, and there’s this element of everything being held to a certain standard. In everything that you do, especially things that are public facing. Talk to me a bit about that.

T: I hate the word brand but I’m going to say it, my brand has been

V: I mean you definitely have a very strong brand

T: Well it’s been built on the very foundation of me and my personality and if those values aren’t upheld in every sense of you know the word, then I’m I’m not useful to anyone. Then I’m then no brand would want to hire me, um because it if it gets diluted, then I then I just think um it’s losing the very essence of what resonates with people. And I’m really careful about that like I only partner and pair with brands that I would authentically stand behind and feel really good about promoting.

V: I love that

T: And I’m conscious of where I lend my voice and my likeness, a very clear mission statement, and you know I love to be hands on but that’s where like the creative fulfilment comes in

V: Right

T: And honestly that’s where the most successful engagement also comes. If I’m involved and it’s a collaborative process, um it’s much more successful for the brand too.

V: You know, over this past year, there’s been such a strong connection to mental health and financial wellness. Many Canadians have a very high debt to income ratio, which can be very stressful. For you, how do you protect not only your mental health, but when it comes to financial wellness. How do you really protect your sanity?

T: As an amateur athlete I grappled with that um day after day. I think it’s important to find purpose in saving and planning. So, you know my mom started those conversations with me when I was young but that was all to sort of plant the seed of like you need to plan for this. And if you’re going to build something you need options in your life. For me you know it’s helped having a corporation for example, because a lot of my money is tied up there and it it’s great um but, it’s also made me very careful and strategic in how I spend it.

V: What is your one big piece of financial advice to all young women out there?

T: Surround yourself with the right people and set yourself up for independence.

V: I love that. Financial freedom.

T: Financial freedom.

#Tessa Interview: Kneading Dough

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hermit-pistol · 3 years

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Guido Mista Fluff Alphabet:

Okay Mista fans, here’s your food. Only one more alphabet and this series will be one! Make sure to show love and read under the cut!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mista has a super adventurous personality and this also shows in the activities that you two take part in. He always likes to do things that others would usually think of as silly, like going to the zoo. But! He always finds a way to make it entertaining and unforgettable. (Who wants to hold the baby kangarooooo)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your laugh, and whenever he gets to hear it, it feels like the best reward for him. While he may have flirted with his fair share of girls in the past, looks aren't most important to him. In order to get you rolling around on the floor, he'll have to pull out the big guns, of course. Sometimes he'll tag team with Narancia to pull pranks just to get a rise out of you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Mista absolutely hates when you're sad because that also makes him feel sad. When he sees you sulking on the couch, he joins you, wrapping his large arms around you. He'll keep asking you why you're sad while sticking out his lower lip, (which was absolutely lethal for you). Soon after, you forgot why you were down in the dumps, which was Mista's main goal the whole time.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He's a romantic, so he's always thinking about the future and what it will bring in regards to his love life. Within a few years of dating, he'll already want to move in and get a dog. Maybe two dogs, who knows. He sees marriage, children, grandchildren...all of it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Mista can be pretty stubborn in certain situations. He will make the plans for dates and activities that the two of you can enjoy. He'll always ask you for your input, of course. Overall, the balance of power in the relationship is equal.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Mista can be a little childish when disagreements are involved. There's a possibility that he'll use humor to get out of a sticky situation, but don't let him get away with this all the time. If he's in the wrong let him know, or else things can get blown out of proportion easily.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Mista thanks you for the companionship and happiness that you've brought into his life. You are the longest relationship that he's had in quite some time given his current line of work, and he loves that you have the patience to stick around with him. Even though his stand keeps him company most of the time, he's glad to share time with another human.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mista is very honest with you. Whether it be where he's going on a mission (sometimes, Bruno yells at him for telling you this), or telling you about his past before joining the organization, he's very transparent with you. You appreciate this, and make sure that you do the same. Hardly any secrets are kept between you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Like R mentions 👀, you inspire him to keep himself clean. Of course, a normal person would want to keep up with appearances but Mista is a very special guy.... While he was cheerful before the relationship he's over the moon when he sees you and prioritizes your time together.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Mista will be quiet, which is very uncharacteristic of him. His stand will always manifest and say whatever he’s thinking, probably along the lines of taunting and verbally harassing the person you’re talking to before they eventually grow frustrated and walk away. The Pistols would cheer, celebrating their victory.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Mista's kisses are very eager and wanting. In addition, he doesn't care who's around and has absolutely no problem with kissing in public. Even if you blush and get embarrassed this only give him another reason to hold you tighter and go to town. Prepare yourself... 😳

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Mista will literally confess to you on the street. The first time he tells you that he loves you is actually in casual conversation. You had to do a double take, and he merely shrugged in response. It would take some getting used to, but you were elated that he felt the same as you!

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He'll want to get married after his time in Passione is over, or at least has settled down to where he can live comfortably with you. The ceremony will be small, with only a few family members attending. Even if you haven't yet upgraded to a larger living space, he'll want to start a family right away. If you decide you're not ready you remind him that the Pistols are already his children.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Every name invented is fair game. He loves using stupid niche names too that come up after a few months of dating. Examples include but are not limited to: "green bean", "lil mami", and "bicycle crusher" (the last refers to your thighs in a related incident).

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He tells the gang that he's crushing on someone all the time, so when he first reveals that he's in love they really don't believe him at first. Although he "always says that", it's the Pistols that escalate the situation even further. Whenever you're along with him they'll come out and start egging him on with kissy noises and the like. He'll turn as red as a tomato when you grant him his wish.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Mista LOVES to show you off in public, and he loves watching the reactions of the passerby as he has an arm slung around your waist traveling dangerously close to your butt. It drives him nuts that out of all of the guys in Italy you chose him, and now that you two are a couple he wants to show the world.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

While many other guys may hate the concept of hugging, Mista loves it wholeheartedly. Whenever you're having a bad day, a good day, or are just walking around he won't hesitate to wrap his arms around you and smile. Sometimes the Pistols will even join in for a group hug! He's basically the hug king, and you're not opposed to that role.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Very romantic babey. Since he’s so smelly he would suggest taking a bath or shower with you. This will take some extreme confidence from both of you. Whether it becomes sexual or not, just being intimate in this way is so special to him.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you like nobody's business. Also, he loves seeing when you follow through with your goals and sees your dreams coming to fruition! It's extremely exciting for him, and you love seeing his reactions to watching you succeed.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Mista loves the thrill that life and living provides. There's something new that arises every day you spend with him, and you never get bored. Loves booking hotel rooms for trips and the like and not telling you until the night before, which can be stressful yet cute.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Mista is stupid but means well. Sometimes you can quiz him, and he'll still forget something as simple as your favorite food, or your favorite color. In time, he'll learn more about you and your emotions, but for now every time you tell him a fact about yourself he'll write it in his phone so he doesn't forget. 🥺

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Mista will be so cheesy about telling you how much you mean to him. -"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...."- <-- If he pulls anything like this he usually givers you permission to slap him. You're one of the only partners that's stuck around with him for this long, and he's not planning on letting you go any time soon.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Mista insists that he should help around the house at times, and this means that he's going to help with the chores in any way that he can. You end up assigning him grocery shopping (a big mistake). He is so unorganized and claims that he doesn’t need a list to go off of, and this usually results in him buying whatever he wants. Watch him get all the way home and still manage to forget the milk and bread. Good thing he bought the family pack of ice cream sandwiches though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

If you look up affectionate in the dictionary, there's a very good chance that you'll see Mista's name. He loves to cuddle with you and especially loves to nap with you because of the intimacy. Mista can nap anywhere, anytime, but he prefers falling asleep with you in his arms!

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Mista will be soooo needy when you are away, and so will the Pistols. When you have the free time between class or meetings he'll call you begging for you to come home with his six children screaming in the background. Eventually, it'll get to be too much and you have no choice but to come home, much to his delight. He'll never let you go.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Mista will definitely buy you presents if he has the money at hand. Expect lavish gifts like jewelry and clothes from him, whether it's a special occasion or not. If he could, he'd give you the world, but at times you have to remind him that you have more than enough and you don't need to be impressed by physical possessions.

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Masterlist

Fanfictions:

Damiano David:

Take me out: (teasing)

Summary: Going laser tagging seemed like a great idea back then. But after an hour of both the teams refusing to surrender, Vic suggest that the only way you can bring your team to victory is a dirty one. And it involves seduction.

Matching YSL-bags:

Summary: You’re a writer coming to your favorite coffee shop to write and have a coffee just like every morning for several months now. Expecting everything to go exactly as it always does, you enter and take a whiff of the lovely scent of coffee and pastries. But had you entered that shop at all today if you knew that nothing would be like every morning leading up to now? Even if you knew in advance that the gorgeous stranger with eyes like melting honey you’d been watching for months would bump into you? That you’d by mistake put the notebook with embarrassing drawings of him in his Yves Saint Laurent bag, the same model as yours?

In your eyes: (angst)

Summary: one-shot angst of which Damiano misses to shoot his shot with (Y/n) and she ends up going home to her country for a month. Damiano believed in a few seconds of her return that their friendgroup would never change. However, much can happen in a month. (basically just Dami our poor baby being miserable so read on your own free will:))

Marvel

Bucky Barnes:

The winner takes it all (teasing, kind of smut)

Summary: When Steve and Natasha invites you to a game night laser tagging, you happily accept and pair up with Nat as your team player. When you later find out that Bucky's coming to, and with that, pairing up with Steve, you understand that the way to victory won't be a piece of cake. And the losers has to pay for pizza and drinks for the entire team. Needles to say, you have to win. And every creative way of getting there is an option.

What lies within our voice (part one)

Summary: The hottest current singing competition in your country; Beyond The Voice, is taking contestants for this years new season. And you’re competing, something you’ve dreamed of since you were a little kid. Your best friend Natasha joins you on your audition day with the assurance that everything’s going to go just as planned. As in; you preform, get all the standing ovations from the jury and then you go out to celebrate. But it doesn’t quite work like that, does it? Especially not when a handsome blue eyed singer with angelic pipes (and dare I say, jackass?) enters the competition and gives you some serious problems; both on a competitive and on a personal level.

Cap’s shirt; his girl (smut)

Summary: The laundry gets messed up on the day your boyfriend comes home from a hard undercover mission. Not a big deal, it would seem? Wrong. Cause when you accidentally wear one of Steve's shirts to Bucky's arrival, it's not the greeting he imagined from you. And he intends to show you exactly why.

Loki Laufeyson:

Lady of Mischief:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.

For your entertainment (smut)

Summary: Loki decides to loosen up your sore shoulders with a tender massage after a hard days work. Little do you know that the God of Mischief also has something else in the back of his mind. And he let's you know it without hesitation. But if he only was prepared for what you were up to. And if he only would have known that there's a different side to you that you have yet to show.

A world without heroes - (angst)

Summary: Loki is imprisoned after the sudden attack on New York and with that, rest of the earth. And while you always thought you would have your lover's back, you find yourself unable to forgive this one. It's time for you to decide when enough's enough.

Steve Rogers:

Sparkling diamonds (smut)

Summary: Steve's sent out to receive a chip containing important intel from an undercover agent working at a strip club. Here's where the situation gets complicated. See, Steve knows how this job should be done in a proper professional manner but a subject is clouding his judgment, making him fall for the heat of the moment. The subject? You.

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker:

My dear apprentice:

Summary: Things have been falling behind for Anakin lately. So how do the council plan to make him feel better? His own Padawan, of course! While Yoda thinks this is an extraordinary idea, both Anakin and the Palawan has some complaints.

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five: (part 1) (part 2) Chapter 5 is divided into two parts since I reached tumblr’s maximun word limit. Sorry...

Part six

Yuri on ice

Yuri Plisetsky:

¡Skate/sing your hearts out!

Part one. Part two Part three. Part four Part five part six Part seven

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership.

Imagines:

Bucky Barnes:

Night at the bar

One-shots:

Damiano David:

In your eyes - angst

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Illicit Affairs — Jin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 8.4k

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello my sugar gliders! Here we go with Jin’s Illicit Affairs. Sorry for postponing this but I was literally drained of energies. But on to more pleasing things.

Plot: After Jin and Angel start exploring their kinkier side, Jin finds himself completely amused by even the smallest things that he is now allowed to do. This sudden revelation brings him to experiment more in the bedroom. And not only there

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Okay. Swearing. Masturbation (both male and female receiving), Oral sex (male and female receiving), spit play, power play (Master!Jin Sub!reader), cock worship, multiple orgasms, orgasm deprivation, overstimulation, sex toys (vibrating wand), breast slapping, cum play and cum swallowing, slight degradation, possessive sex, lowkey angry sex, marking, face fucking (male receiving), hair gripping/tugging (male receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship (please, once more, be sure you and your partner(s) are safe before you choose to go bare). Oh, Seokjin is big so, belly bulge. And... carpet burns? Also: RIP to Angel’s blouse.

Here is a very tiny playlist for these two (Spotify version only, sorry)

Remember to check out my masterlist and keep an eye on the voting link, I’m opening it again very very soon.

ALSO!!! Let me thank @joheun-saram for planning this out with me and for being the most supportive cute bubble in this whole galaxy 🥰

Enjoy! 💜✨

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Seokjin had never felt that good in all of his life.

He always felt excited, eager, needy.

He wanted you all the time.

He wanted vanilla and spice.

He wanted to kiss you slow, explore your body, watch as you arched your back, as you panted and gasped, as you parted your lips and closed your eyes. He wanted to watch you get lost into pleasure.

Again.

And again.

He never thought he could wish for a quickie on the sofa on a Wednesday, after a whole day at the studio, practicing choreo. Still, he’d watched you bounce on his cock, pressing his face into your tits, he’d engorged your nipples in his mouth, he had watched you get your first orgasm and he’d gone for the second, teasing your clit with one hand and slapping your tits with another.

He had enjoyed every second and the more he looked at your mouth agape, eyes soft and imploring, the more he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, and the louder your skin smacked against his thighs, the more he felt the utter need to make it all escalate faster, harder, wilder.

He wanted to show you something new, something your ex had never given you, no matter the toys and threesomes and all of that kinky stuff you used to do with him.

He wanted to show you how wild you always got him. How much exploring he wanted to do with you.

And that was beside the riding crops and vibrators and nipple clamps, beside the list of things you liked and the things he wanted to do to you. He had a whole year worth of fantasies, of wet dreams he had never dared venture into.

With erotic fury he moved you to the carpet, feeling the fibres beginning to burn his knees shortly after the sensation started diffusing through your ass and shoulders.

“Jin!” You called, trying to slow him down, though his mighty thrusts were literally driving you across the floor.

“Angel, I need—”

“It burns, Jinnie, please.” You said, with an apologetic smile.

He looked around with a furrowed brow. He was close. Again.

He could use a slow down.

“Hold onto me.” He said, making you wrap your legs around his ridiculously thin waist and your arms around his neck.

“Gonna move.” He said, refusing to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. It would be unrealistic, he would most definitely slip out, walking would be uncomfortable and it would probably just edge you — which he had no intention doing.

He just wanted you to cum. And cum. And cum. Drain him. All he asked was to fill you up with his cum and watch it dribble down your thighs and cover his cock as he slipped out.

With an uncaring sweep of his forearm across the coffee table, he threw a bunch of video games and dvd cases, together with a box of tissues to the floor, the magazines falling open, making a mess of bent pages and the sound of a tear coming from somewhere.

“I hope that wasn’t the travel catalogue.”

“Don’t care. Need to fucking rail you,” he said, placing your back on the table, the angle now ideal to ram into you while he was kneeling and watching your tits shake at every single one of his thrusts.

“Jin, I love you so damn much,” you removed your hands from his shoulders while he caught your waist for leverage. You gripped the edge of the table and crossed your ankles behind his back. “Wreck me?”

He grinned. “I love you, you demon.” And with that he snapped. He held you tight, pistoning in and out of you aggressively, his hair, messy, sweaty and a bit too long, going in all directions. “Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“Too much.” You hiccuped, moving your hand to try and reach for his wrist.

“Put that hand back in place, Angel.” He growled.

You obeyed. Not like you had much choice. Rebelling would be counterproductive.

And the chances of him overthrowing you were far too high. He would ruin your orgasm and spill on your belly.

Too much damage, too much lost potential.

You let him ram into you, your neck arching up to spot the bulge he was causing on your lower belly.

“Angel.” He called, stern.

“Yes,” You replied, almost adding a ‘sir’ before remembering that his dark tone was due to desire, rather than dominance,

“Is this how you want it?” He asked, grunting before delivering another push.

“Harder.”

He clenched his jaw and picked up his pace.

“Like that, Jin.” You said, praising him, noticing how much the effort was getting to him. “Best cock of my entire life, Jin. Swear to god.”

“You made me such a wicked man, uh?”

The pattern of his hips started faltering as he went harder, his spine freezing and burning up before he snapped forward. “You've made me become a filthy, dirty man, Angel, ” He growled and you started squeezing him tight, waiting for him to hit the right spot.

He did, just as his orgasm peaked and started subsiding.

“You're not an angel. You're a demon.” He murmured, collapsing onto you, fighting exhaustion to keep going until he heard your tiny squeal.

“You're my dirty angel and I love you.” He rasped against your ear. “My angel.”

You gasped and locked your muscles around his cock, squeezing him so violently he had to shut his eyes tight, small crinkles forming around them.

“Jin,” you called, holding him to your chest, keeping him close, looking for his reassurance.

He fixed your hair out of your face. “You've done great, my love.”

“I'm so tired.” You said, closing your eyes, so ready to fall asleep.

“We need to clean you up.” He reminded you. “Then you can fall asleep as fast as you want, sweetie.”

“Don't leave.” You said, feeling him pull out. “Just a minute,” you implored, murmuring.

“The more we stay here, the more we'll get sleepy.”

Of course he wanted to stay inside of you, but he was too tired to carry you to bed and he needed you on your feet.

“Okay.” You replied, without hiding a sad inclination* in your voice.

He touched your face, kissing you as he parted from your warmth. “I love you.” He said, trying to give you enough closeness to make the separation less traumatic.

“I love you,” You echoed, pecking him as he finally slipped out. “I'm dripping.” You said, worrying about the carpet.

He quickly grabbed some tissues from the nearby box and cleaned you up as well as he could.

“I've got you.” He said, keeping the tissues in one hand before he helped you up.

As you both walked down the corridor, headed for the master bathroom, he kept holding your hand, not letting his touch abandon you.

“Let me get ready for bed.” You murmured, kissing his shoulder.

He nodded and kissed your brow in return, your head slotting perfectly under his chin. “I’ll go fix the coffee table.” He said before heading out.

The moment he returned he headed for the bathroom briefly before sliding in behind you, under the covers. “I love you, Angel. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I love you too, Jinnie.”

He wrapped an arm around you. He wasn’t used to holding you in your sleep, since you both didn’t like feeling clingy, but an arm casually flung over your body? That he could handle.

He could handle it so fine he fell asleep in record time.

You followed right in his track.

He was late. Very late. Awfully, reprehensible late.

He entered the conference room in a rush. Thank goodness the meeting with the creative team hadn’t started yet. “Morning everyone, sorry for being late. Tiny breakfast accident.”

Jeongguk and Hoseok looked at him with worried eyes that quickly filled with mirth.

Yoongi smirked and looked down, shaking his head.

Namjoon visibly stomped Jimin’s foot before the rascal could speak, his intentions already clear thanks to the devilish expression on his face.

Taehyung was mostly impassive, yawning before clicking his pen, slightly annoyed. “Can we start now?”

He hated seven am meetings. Especially when they set them that early to accommodate Jeongguk and Namjoon’s gym schedule. He still had to wrap his head around all the excitement about working out; but maybe that had to do with Lace being quite enthusiastic about his lithe body, soft in all the best ways and all the right places.

The crew got started, still the more they went on, the more Seokjin realised he was barely involved in the conversation, Namjoon and Taehyung and Yoongi being the most opinionated, with occasional interruptions by Jeongguk, who seemed to already have grasped his hyungs’ visions.

Hoseok listened quietly, ever observing. Jimin looked pretty. As usual. He was attentive and followed the conversation, still he kept most of his ideas and limited himself to approving or rejecting suggestions.

He seemed he had already found three pieces he wanted to put his hands on and he and some members of the recording crew had already started working on demos, recording vocals for Namjoon and Jeongguk to give words to.

Seokjin felt a bit too relaxed staying there, looking at the process, being addressed only a few times.

He was already okay with working on the song that would be left out, trusting his friends to choose what had most potential for them and hand him the piece he would tailor to his voice. It was their method and he loved it, it kept him from being indecisive. He hated feeling indecisive and he felt like that happened way too often for him.

And in the end he was glad he could let his body and soul disconnect from the moment and wander back to other visions. Of you warm and tender in your bed, resting serenely.

He had never seen you so peaceful in your sleep like after a rowdy fuck. Even during your vanilla life, he managed to give you pleasure — you had reassured him about that — but your sleep, though undisturbed and heavy, had never resembled the total black out that followed your wildest nights together.

He loved watching you sleep like that, knowing he had taken all you could give, knowing you were sated to the bone and — indulging a darker desire — basking in the possessive certainty that you had nothing left to give to someone else or to handle yourself.

He felt accomplished. Proud, even.

Nevertheless, his mind couldn’t stop wandering back to the image of you earlier that morning, a couple minutes before he realised he was late.

Your breasts were soft and warm from sleep, cheeks and lips puffy, your face the portrait of innocence and peacefulness. You were the Angel he had fallen in love with. Still he knew that, had he woken you up, you would have clung onto him until your skins would have melted together, his head shoved between your tits, while his cock was buried deep inside you. Or maybe you would have joined him in the shower, jerking him off, kissing between his shoulder blades and telling him you were still too ruined from the night before.

However, that morning, before he could kiss you, he spotted the alarm right behind your back, telling him he had a meeting in fifteen minutes.

All he could do was rush out, praying for his morning erection to calm down quick enough for him to rush through the most minimalistic morning routine without looking like a mechanic doll.

The more the talks went on, the more he realised he needed to see you.

By eleven am the meeting was adjourned, Namjoon and Jeongguk rushing out to their gym schedule, with a disappointed Taehyung staring at them in confusion.

Yoongi and Hoseok headed to their neighbouring studios quietly while Seokjin remained to his own thoughts.

He decided he could use a run on the treadmill and some light cardio. The first time he checked his phone was eleven thirty. He thought about calling you, but he changed his mind and moved on to another side of the gym, hopping on a stationary bike and starting his usual workout. His friends joined him shortly after. They exercised quietly, each of them breaking out in a fit of giggles with a comment or another.

As they entered the changing room, Jeongguk spoke. “So, Angel…” He said, with a tiny teasing vein in his voice.

“Yeah. Angel,” Seokjin said, thinking of you.

“Did it get better?” Namjoon asked, without malice.

Jin nodded. “Yes. Significantly.” He looked at his phone again. “Do we have meetings in the afternoon?”

Namjoon smirked. He empathised with his hyung. He knew the gleam in his eyes, the way Jin’s fingers ached to text you. “We have an online interview at five, so you’ll have to be here at two for makeup and a quick briefing.”

Jin nodded. “Great.”

“Fifteen minutes late is all they’ll allow you. And no marks.” Namjoon murmured softly, barely bearable as he stretched to Jin’s ear. “Go, Romeo.”

Jin changed his clothes in record time, texting you a very neutral “be home for lunch” as he ran home in record time.

The moment you found the text you grew instantly worried, mostly because it was rare for Seokjin to send you such dry, neutral texts. And then he had never interfered with your schedule except once, when he had come home to tell you that your weekend getaway had to be annulled because of his job.

It was almost one pm when you heard the door open, signalled by the electronic beep of the lock. “Angel?” He called from the entryway.

“Yes!” You said, rushing through the corridor and finding him in the hall.

“You’re home.” He said plainly, looking at you as he dropped his bag.

“What happened?” You asked, staring at him.

He had those eyes. The dark, deep ones that you loved so much. You knew he wouldn’t give you bad news this time. And he wouldn’t be asking you out for lunch either.

He wanted something and you knew what it was.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He growled quietly.

“You left in a rush.” You found the hair tie at your wrist and collected your hair slowly, like you were in front of a wolf ready to attack you and you didn’t want to scare him. You kept looking in his eyes.

“I was forced to leave.” He said, mirroring your guarded stance. “Even though I had plans.”

“What kind of plans?” You asked, loosening a button of your blouse.

“How about I show you now?” He suggested, his hands gripping his belt and beginning to undo it. “Kneel.”

You grinned and lowered yourself to your knees, opening one more button of your blouse and looking up at him, opening your mouth and lolling out your tongue, sitting on your heels and placing your palms on your knees.

“Close your mouth, darling.” He said, slipping his hand inside his jeans, underneath the waistband of his boxers, and wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Don’t want your jaw to get tired before it’s due.”

He let his jeans slide down his thighs, the outline of him barely appearing under the white boxers, since his hand was tenting them, however the fabric stretched interestingly around his left hipbone, where the tip of his cock rested.

“Jin.” You whined, pleading. “Let me see you.”

He tried to take his time, waiting for his sex to be fully rigid, which he was sure was about to happen in record time, considering the way you were looking at him, with your wide, attentive gaze, drenched in curiosity and adoration.

“Hold on a second.” He said, moaning when he felt his length twitch on its own.

“Now, please. I want you in my mouth.” You keened, parting your lips and wetting them seductively. “You feel so good in my mouth.” You said, luring him in more and more. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“In a second, Angel.” He said. “Show me that you deserve it.” He provoked you, taking a step closer.

You needed no further encouragement: with eager hands and eyes and mouth, you grabbed the back of his knees and dove for his thighs, keeping eye contact as you began to lick his soft, shaved skin.

“I love you so much.” You whined, nipping at his sensitive inner leg. “I love your soul, your brain, your personality, your morals. I love your body.” You said, feeling the back of his thighs with your nails, raking them gently and causing a shiver to run up his spine, making him close his eyes as the sensation diffused in his head.

“I love your cock.” You said, sucking his tip through the fabric, feeling him give the tiniest of thrusts before placing his hand on top of your head and pushing your lips away.

“You don’t deserve it yet.” He tutted, finally taking his cock out.

You stared at it mesmerised. It was veiny. More than usual, maybe because of the hot weather.

“Please, I love it so much.” You begged. “It's mine. I want it.”

He smiled wickedly as he rubbed the tip, opening his eyes and looking down at you with mocking pity. “Is it yours, now?”

“Yes. Mine.” You said, biting his leg. “Mine.”

You were so hungry and he had never felt so desired. He rarely felt confident enough to feel sexy, but with you staring at him like that, he was ready to hit the stage shirtless.

Not that he would actually do that. His cock wasn't the only thing belonging to you exclusively.

“You love it so much?” He asked, drawing your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, smearing his precum over it.

As soon as you spotted the salty tang of it, you sucked his finger in your mouth, trying to capture his essence.

“You, hungry little angel.” He said, derision still woven in his voice. “You have a taste for wicked, naughty things, haven't you?” He snickered and pulled his hand away.

“It's not my fault you taste divine.” You said, sitting up and trying to wrap your lips around his tip.

He pushed you down by your shoulder. “No.” He scolded you. “Maybe you forgot who's in charge here. Sit down.” He took a step back, moving too far for you to reach him.

You obeyed. You already knew the smartest method was obedience and flattery.

“Hands behind your back, Angel.”

You followed his command.

“Keep quiet unless you want me to gag you. You know your mouth on me is just an accessory, right?” There it was. Degradation. You felt it like a slap on your face.

You looked down.

“Although I prefer to feel it on me.” He mused, moaning as he stroked himself once, deliberately, slowly and lasciviously. He was taunting you. “Promise me you will behave so that you can serve your Master correctly and fully.”

Master. That was new.

“Yes, Master. I promise, Master.” You replied, fulfilling his request.

“Excellent.” He mused. “I will dominate you, Angel. I will give you very precise instructions on how to worship my dick. I want you to follow those instructions without hesitation or doubt, nevertheless you are free to use your safe word whenever you need. Yellow will call for a slowdown, red for a stop. Green will mean you're safe to go. Our usual colour system, my Angel. Do you agree to my conditions?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That's my Angel.” He smiled, not an ounce of evil in his body. Fondness washed through him for a second before he realised how impatient and needy you were getting. He felt desired and sexy all over again.

You had a thin sheen of sweat covering your chest and your eyes had turned into endless pits of desire as dark as the first night of the universe before it exploded. Your breathing was shallow and you kept licking your lips, trying to wet them, trying to stop your mouth from feeling parched, completely overwhelmed by the excitement of having him in this mood.

He took a step toward you, bending his shaft to your lips, placing it there with the lightest touch. “Kiss it.” He ordered.

You gave it the most innocent peck, sucking just a bit of skin with too little pressure for Seokjin to deem it disobedience or teasing.

“Good. Now I want you to drool on it, Angel. Cover it in your spit.” He ordered with a dark and sweet timbre. “It’s yours, isn’t it? Then claim it.” He taunted.

Instinctively, you started sucking on your tongue, getting your mouth to water, the rusty scent of him making you salivate enough to gather some drool between your lips and let it slide down, drawing a line from base to tip.

“Again. More.” He commanded, watching in amusement as you repeated the gesture. Satisfied with the result, he started massaging himself, stroking his length with your saliva acting as a lubricant. “See, you did a good job for Master. An excellent job actually, Angel.”

He gave a few more strokes before he stopped, his brow furrowed deliciously, his plump lips curled in focus, his eyelids lifting slowly and lusciously.

“Tongue out.” He barked out, your body obeying without you even thinking.

Still focused in his lust, he pressed his slit against your tongue, milking his length so that you could taste his precum. He moaned when he felt the velvety tenderness of your tongue, dragging his sensitive glans against you.

“Goodness, Angel. You’re divine, darling. Can I get more, sweetness? Can I slide in your mouth?”

You nodded.

“Is it a green, Angel?” He asked just to be sure. He backed away for a second, letting you speak.

“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”

He took a deep breath and relaxed.

“Do you like my taste, Angel?” He asked, stroking himself again.

“No one tastes as sweet, Master. I want to have your taste on my mouth for the rest of my life.” You said, praising him, letting him know just how addicted you were to his taste.

He was close. His wrist watch told him he had only fifteen minutes left.

He couldn’t believe he had already spent so much time like this with you. Once, if he had had an hour he wouldn’t even had given it a try, now he was desperate and hungry enough to make even a fifteen minutes break worth the try.

“I have ten minutes until I have to leave, Angel. Make them worth it, lovely.”

Opening your mouth in a wide ‘o’, you let him slip his cock past your lips, the spongy texture of him making you want to squish him with the pressure of your cheeks.

You gave him a tentative squeeze, looking up at him with curious eyes.

Seokjin met your gaze with his sweet, raptured one. “Yes, my love. Do that. You’ve earned it.”

Closing your eyes and purring, you unleashed yourself over him, immediately starting to bob your head, feeling him reach past the back of your tongue, the first inch touching your throat.

“You deserve all of it, Angel.” He said, whining tentatively. As he felt you tap his thigh three times, he slid out, letting you breathe. “Okay, Angel. Okay. My adorable dirty Angel. Take your time, sweetness.” He said, letting his demeanour soften once he noticed your obedient behaviour. “Does it suit your needs, love?”

You nodded. “You always suit my needs, Master.”

He hummed in approval. “Adorable indeed. That’s what you are, my lovely naughty devil.” He had read on a BDSM forum that most subs who felt ashamed of their nature could become more confident through praise, often associating negative traits with positive adjectives. He had a whole list of words he could use specifically for this reason, but the ones he preferred often put together despicable traits with words of love and affirmation.

“Please, Master, I am ready for you.” You mewled, licking your lips and waiting for him to come to you. He was still in command, after all.

He fed you his cock with a proud smirk. You were behaving just as he wanted you to, without even needing to command you. “Here’s your reward, love.” He murmured, slipping past your lips. “Love your mouth, oh goodness, yes, suck it… Just like that, Angel, yes, ____.” He grinned. “So proud of you, love. Take it, yes.” He thrusted a few times, your eyes watering as you felt him reach deeper in your throat. His hand gripped his thigh and he pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

You understood the situation when you noticed him milking his cock.

“You know the rules. No swallowing, little demon.” He growled, his breathing erratic, the pauses between inhale and exhale getting longer and longer until he turned completely silent, holding his breath for ten, twenty seconds and finally releasing a long moan, shortly anticipating his release hitting your tongue. Suddenly, all your focus went to keeping the hot, salty liquid in your mouth. He squeezed his base as he gave a tinier cry, dragging his tight fist up, to your lips, letting the last few drops dribble out before he parted from you.

“You. You, Angel, are one hell of a thing.” He said, shaking his head and chuckling ecstatically. His eyes opened with difficulty, bliss still weighing heavy on his features. “Show me your treasure, my pretty devil.” He taunted, bending down and wrapping his hand around your jaw, waiting for you to drop it.

As you did, he noticed the perlaceous liquid pooled on the dip of your tongue.

“That’s heaven, love. Isn’t it?”

You nodded, careful about not spilling.

“Good. You said my cock belongs to you.” He said, again cold and devilish.

Once more, you shook your head in approval.

“Then if my cock belongs to you, I should have the right to claim something too, shouldn’t I?”

You marvelled. Did you still have time for a quickie? Amazing.

He noticed your eyes spark up with joy and amusement and got even more delighted. Gently, he drew the line of buttons of your blouse with his fingers, before slipping his hands into the neckline.

Your eyes closed in pleasure. Suddenly you were very, awfully aware of how your panties were sticking to your skin with wetness.

And then you heard a rain of small clicks. Opening your eyes, you noticed a few buttons of your blouse running around you on the floor.

Kim Seokjin, the man of your dreams, your partner, your lover, your boyfriend, hopefully your future husband and the future father of your children had ripped your blouse open.

“Keep that mouth open, Angel.” He murmured, pointing his index finger and bringing it to your lips, into your mouth, on your tongue. Collecting his semen, he moved his hand to your chest, just above the line of your bra.

“Kim.”

Again.

“Seok.”

Again.

“Jin.” He grinned. “There. All mine.” He looked at you, still there with your jaw hanging open while he sucked at his pointer finger and released it with a pop. “Close your mouth and swallow, Angel.”

As if under a spell, you obeyed.

“Good girl, ____.” He kissed your lips chastely, still uncomfortably bent down to your height. “Love you.” He mouthed quietly. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, still dazed, his cum searing against your chest.

“Need anything?” He asked, apprehensive and dedicated as usual.

“Maybe your cock inside me?” You said, your brow furrowing.

He checked his watch. “Oh, sorry. No can do, lovely.” He said, feigning compassion.

Your frown deepened. “What do you mean, ‘no can do’?” You said, growing alarmed.

He closed his zipper and headed to the bathroom. “I must head back by two.”

You chased after him, swearing when a button got stuck under your foot. “What do you mean?”

“What I have just said, Angel. Can’t believe I fucked you stupid just like that.” He dried his hands and exited. “Oh, I think you should really sweep the floor. Those buttons could be dangerous.”

“Don’t go.” You cried out, “Stay here. Fuck me stupid for real.”

“Can’t do.” He said. “Interview.” He pouted mockingly.

“I can bet you’re making that up.”

“I wish, love.” He kissed your temple.

“Jin?” You whined.

“Tonight.” He replied, touching your face. “Oh, and about tonight, would you do me the favour of not touching yourself this afternoon? Thank you.”

You scoffed. “Are you for real?” You seethed, staring at him as he got ready to head out.

“Very.” He looked up at you and beamed up adorably.

You wanted to strangle him.

“I love you.”

“I’m gonna choke you with your own cock. I swear to god! Kim Seok—”

He closed the door unceremoniously, without even letting you finish your sentence.

You were even too furious to be horny anymore.

With frustration drowning your every cell, you took the broom and collected the buttons in the hall, an angry sneer obstinately painted on your face.

The moment Seokjin came home that night, he knew he was potentially in trouble.

He had handled his afternoon schedule just fine, the two hours on the hair and makeup seat complimenting his postcoital bliss just perfectly.

His mates had wildly enjoyed his brilliant interactions during the interview, his mood so sparkly and bright that both Namjoon and Yoongi had knowingly shaken their heads in disapproval and amusement, and of course, not without a sliver of envy.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the apartment was that you weren’t in the kitchen, where he would normally find you, working on some basic receipt he had taught you.

You weren’t in the living room either.

A small part of him worried, while the rest of him tried to keep his composure, exploring the various rooms of the apartment.

He noticed a small light coming from the bedroom and he went for it, entering and finding you in a robe, laying in bed, with a box of takeaway laying on your stomach as you watched tv.

“Angel?” He asked.

You looked at him and stayed silent, moving your focus back to the television.

“Angel?” He called again, walking to the bed and crawling on top of it. “Are you okay, love?”

You stayed indifferent.

He panicked. “Why am I getting the silent treatment? What did I do wrong?”

You snorted and shook your head, filling your mouth as you tried not to talk to him.

“This is unfair, I said I would take care of you tonight.” He complained with his high pitched, whiny tone. “Come on, Angel, talk to me.”

You frowned and shook your head.

“Oh… Baby.” He sat beside your legs and kissed your knees. “You’re still grumpy about it?” He nuzzled against your skin. “You didn’t get yourself off when I left? That’s why you’re still grumpy?” He hoped for a response. None came. “You really followed my rule?” He asked, wide eyed, completely endeared and amused.

At that you had to speak. “I didn’t do that for your stupid rule but because I was fucking angry.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Angry at me?”

You nodded.

“Your favourite person in the world?” He asked, taunting you. “Scratch that. Your favourite person in the universe?” He went on teasing.

You refused to acknowledge that.

“The human attached to your favourite cock?” He whined, acting outraged. “Angry at me? Your Seokjinnie?”

“Don’t talk to me.” You replied with a growl.

He shook his head. “Oh no. I can’t have it like that.”

“You should have thought about that this afternoon.” You replied, your voice petty and snarky.

“Come on,” he said, kissing your calf. “I know you don’t want to leave it like this.”

His stomach rumbled at the smell of what you were eating. He had had a quick meal as he waited for his makeup, but dinner time had just passed and he hadn’t yet eaten. Still, food was his last worry.

You let him grovel a bit, his hand climbing from your ankle, to your knee, to your thigh, almost reaching your hip before you swatted at it. “You need better convincing.” You said, standing up and taking away the empty boxes of food.

Seokjin let himself fall against the mattress, thinking about your favourite things to do to get back in your good graces.

He sat up, suddenly struck by inspiration before he landed on the floor with a bounce, diving for your bedside table. He fumbled around a little before finding a sturdy vibrating wand.

He hummed in approval before plugging it in behind your drawer and hiding the toy under the bed.

When you returned, you found him casually lounging in bed, suspiciously calm, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

Trying to act indifferent to his beautiful torso, his wide chest, his chiselled collarbones, you laid down next to him, acting a bit embarrassed now that there was this silent gap between the two of you.

He rolled onto his side and dove for your shoulder, still keeping some sort of distance between the two of you as he only touched you with his lips. “I’m sorry.” He spoke gently. “I should have told you about us having too little time.”

You softened, but still you had to keep your mask of indifference. “It changes nothing.”

He shook his head, rubbing his lips against your skin. For a second he hesitated. Maybe you wanted him gone. Hesitantly, he left a slightly more passionate kiss just below your ear, on the soft skin hiding just behind your earlobe.

He felt you shiver in the damp, hot summer night; and he also noticed the way your chest caved, a long exhale leaving your barely parted lips.

“I need your consent, Angel.” He said, kissing lower, reaching your jaw. “You know I can take all of that away.” He murmured, nibbling at the sift skin, but also at the hard edge of the bone underneath. His touch was so light, like he wasn’t really biting, but more like feeling you with his teeth and lips.

This. This was your undoing. When his dedicated, adoring side, met his needy, desperate one. After all, dedication and adoration had worked for more than a year — it was a reminder of that first, flawless time. Candles, flowers, champagne, you and him, laying on the bed naked in front of each other, kissing and kissing and doing nothing more. Just being in each other’s arms and kissing. You were literally drenched by the time he placed his hand between your legs. You had made love since the very first time, with fondness and attention and devotion.

And now here was your devoted — if slightly animalistic — boyfriend, best friend, partner in crime.

“Okay.” You said, coldly minimising your longing.

“Okay what?” He asked, finally adding just the tip of his tongue to his kisses.

“You say you want my consent and that you can take my grumpiness away. I say okay. Let’s see if you can do that.”

He blinked slowly, victory bringing a slow grin to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Do your best, Jinnie.”

He smiled and got himself on all fours, caging you in before letting his lips hover over your mouth.

“Show me you want it, Angel.” He said, grazing your lips with his. “Take it, love.”

That, you refused. There was no way you would surrender, no way you would chase after him like a horny animal. After what he had done earlier that afternoon, you were tired of showing him how much he had you wrapped around his little finger. He should grovel a little. Maybe more than a little.

“You don’t want it?” He asked, closing his eyes, letting his plump lips linger over your cheek. “Guess you don’t after all.”

Silently, you pecked his mouth with indifference.

“Good. We can’t make this work if you don’t cooperate.” He murmured with a dark smile.

His hands reached the tie around your waist currently holding your robe close, pinching one end of the ribbon and pulling at it slowly. “I prefer this to buttons.” He commented quietly. “I feel like I’m unwrapping you. Like a gift.” With the tie undone, he lifted the front half on top, his eyes meeting nothing but naked, flawless skin.

“How come you’re grumpy and naked?”

“It��s hot.” You murmured unconvincingly.

He lifted the other half too and started lowering himself some more, meeting your left breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking at it delicately at first, his stare glued to your face before he started stimulating your sensitive skin with more powerful suction and small tugs, waiting for you to moan, to whimper, to exhale — he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

“You’re hot.” He said after releasing your left breast. He’d go on all night until he would finally make you moan his name. He blew over your wet skin and grinned when he managed to make you shiver.

When he returned to your right breast, he happily noticed the goosebumps covering your skin. He repeated his special treatment, this time sucking and tugging shamelessly, adding his teeth when he heard your breathing hitch.

“You’re still being uncooperative, love?” He asked, deciding it was time to bring his strongest weapon in the conversation.

You watched him stretch down and grin once he climbed up again and placed a long, thin box beside you.

“I think my baby deserves an extra reward. For being so patient with me.” He extracted the toy from its case and placed it on your stomach, letting you ponder over it. “Maybe this will help you loosen up, my Angel?”

You felt wetness ooze out of you. There was no way you could resist that without soaking the sheets. “Okay.”

He kissed your tummy feeling the soft baby hair there, drawing circles around your belly button, watching your belly get sucked in as you tried to avoid his tickling touch.

“Still not making a sound?” He raised an eyebrow, grabbing the wand and switching it on to the lowest setting. “Let’s do this easy, mh?” He teased, laying the very peak of the head against your skin, making you gasp as you felt the stimulation travel all across your skin and reach your most sensitive spot. It felt like every single sensation travelled back to your crotch, like you were nothing but a spiderweb and your pelvis was the very center of it all.

Your eyes closed just as your fingers reached the remote and switched the tv off. You didn’t need any sort of distraction as you felt your thighs quiver once Jin slipped his tongue between your folds and snaked it up, to your clit, drawing tantalising curves up and down.

You emitted one single purr, cutting it short once you realised your throat had betrayed you.

He parted from your cunt and looked up at you. “What was that, Angel? Didn’t hear you.” He called, his eyes widening in mild surprise.

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” He said with a chuckle. “I want more of it.” He said, slipping two fingers into your dripping hole.

“You can act tough all you want, naughty demon, but your adorable little pussy right here is telling me you’re enjoying this a whole lot.” He taunted you, feeling your g-spot with the pad of his fingers and pressing harder, making your flesh squelch with arousal. “Remember when you said you were ashamed of feeling dirty with me?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you nodded, the feeling a far memory now. Still, sometimes it haunted you, making you conceal some of your requests.

“I love you being dirty.” He murmured. “Knowing that you love me so much? That you find me sexy enough to forget shame and society? That you’re a boundless beast who only wants to jump my bones?” He shook his head, watching as he increased the vibrations of the wand and brought it to your chest. “It makes me feel so powerful.”

He slowed down the pattern of his fingers inside you, drawing wider, slower circles that stretched your inner walls in all directions. Then, he managed to identify the delicate, puffy ring of skin protecting your cervix.

With the softest of touches, he followed the pillowy circle, finding the small slit and parting from it, focusing on the spot that made your grip on the covers tighten.

“My adorable messy Angel.” He cooed, kissing your thighs, one side, then the other. “I feel so proud when I get you this wet. I love doing all the naughty things that make your cunt weep.”

He was wicked and unfair. He had never talked to you like this. Normally he was too quiet to properly venture into dirty talking, breaking his silence only with grunts and moans and accidental snarky comments.

But this? This was extraordinary.

Carefully, you lead the vibrator to your other breast, mewling once it met your nipple and outright moaning when it accidentally grazed the sensitive underside, the vibration ricocheting across your plush curve.

“Yes, Angel. Moan for me.” He praised you. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me, love.”

He collected your wetness with his tongue, licking all the way up before stroking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Seokjin. Please.” You said.

You were too worked up, too impatient, too desperate to resist even one more second. You swallowed your pride and surrendered.

“So good.” You whined, pushing your hips up, against his mouth.

He hummed in approval and kept up his work around your crotch, changing his method with the wand after he noticed you were more responsive to underboob stimulation.

“So close—” you managed to say before your high stole the oxygen from your lungs. It was sudden and powerful, all embracing. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands left the sheets, your fingers fluttering midair before you confusedly brought them to Jin’s head, not grabbing him but gently feeling the fluffiness of his locks, pressing him close to your skin without pushing. As soon as pleasure subsided, you let yourself emit a quiet, small whine, letting Jin know he had accomplished his task flawlessly.

The moment it started feeling uncomfortable, you looked down, staring at your boyfriend before his cheeks shot up and his eyes transformed into thin slits.

He was smiling, the damn rascal. Smiling and overstimulating you.

Your hands immediately clawed at his hair. “No, Jin, please, no.”

He parted from your clit and slid another finger into your hole. “You know your safewords, Angel.”

“Please—” You begged again, feeling the need to implore, to plead, to pray for his mercy but refusing to call for a safeword. You wanted the pleasure but you needed to lighten the pain and begging seemed to do just that, especially when Jin was so attentive to your needs.

He eased the stimulation on your clit and one upped the one inside you, against your g-spot. “Better?”

The sense of fullness felt divine.

“Yes, better.”

“You’re moaning so nice for me, Angel.” He murmured, praising you. “I want to hear you, my lovely demon. Let me hear you, sweetness.”

“I’m too close, again.” You said, your inner walls clenching repeatedly, so intensely you felt like you would come apart in a second.

All he needed to do was press his mouth to you, giving you the hard and velvety feel of his tongue muscles dragging your clit up, leading it into small circles just as you let out a squeal, your legs tightening around his head as he finally dropped the wand and used his hand to anchor your hips to the bed, pinning you down and submitting you to the hard lashes of his tongue.

The first thing you noticed when you came back to your senses was the clammy feel of Seokjin’s shoulders under the soles of your feet as you tried to use them to drag him away.

Immediately after that, you noticed that the sensation between your legs was significantly different.

“You with me, Angel?” He asked, checking in on you.

You nodded, gripping his wrist, now holding the wand between your legs, the setting almost all the way up. “Gimme just one more and then I promise you I’ll give you my cock. Just one more, Angel. Be my good little angel, please.” He said, watching as you started grinding again, sweaty and aroused and so, so lost in him.

“Jin. So good. Want you in now. In, please. I need your cock.” You sobbed, your breathing coming in short, loud gasps.

“Oh, you need it?” He cooed. “And it’s my cock now, you don’t want to own it anymore?”

“Seokjin. Give me your dick, please. I’ve been so good. Jin, it’s my cock. I want it. Give it to me.” You said, once more grumpy and impertinent.

“You said so.” He murmured, handing you the vibrator, the low buzzing filling the room as he removed his shorts and underwear and sat between your legs, his cock already fully arched and reaching his belly. “Straddle me.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you got on your knees and hovered on top of him. “Do you think you can take it straight away?” He asked, kissing your stomach, right in front of his face. You nodded and lowered yourself, his right hand gripping his shaft and dragging it up and down your slit before he slid it into your entrance.

The feeling made you grunt and exhale, your hips descending lower and lower until you had taken him completely.

“Good job, Angel. Come on, it’s your cock now. Use it.” He encouraged you, kissing your neck. “Remember it feels better when you get dirty on it.” He murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin under your jaw. “Will you get dirty for me, my pretty Angel?”

You nodded and started riding him in earnest, basically bouncing on his lap, his hand stealing the wand from your grasp and deciding to use it himself, pushing to full power and feeling you whimper as the fullness from Seokjin’s sex moving in and out of you mixed with the artificial vibrations. “More.” You said, harsh and commanding, pushing him down, with his back to the mattress, finally riding him properly as you managed to slide even the final inch inside of you.

Noticing the struggle with following your movements, Jin’s attention went to the taut cord of the toy, just for a second, his body instinctively moving closer to the headboard, the movement accidentally causing him to ram into you a couple times, intensifying your bouncing on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, Angel. Please, make it good for me.” He grunted, using his free hand to grab your tit mid-bounce, squeezing it and slapping it before he completely lost control of himself and grabbed your waist, his fingers sinking into your skin as he shoved his hips up, snapping into you.

With a groan you took control of the wand once more, Seokjin’s arm growing limp. You angled the toy to suit your needs perfectly while Jin clawed at your waistline, pulling you up and down, helping you ride him.

Losing your balance, you leaned forward, feeling his heartbeat thump like war drums under your palm.

“Just one more second, baby, I promise, it’s so good.” You said, fixing your stance, moving your hand behind you and leaning back, arching and arching until you felt him drag against your g-spot, his thick, long erection filling you so completely that the outline of it appeared on your lower belly.

Jin’s eyes had just opened when he spotted the bulge he was causing, the vibrator angled so perfectly that he had a clear visual of the scene.

“Keep going, Angel. Fuck me don’t stop, love.” He whined, as you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum.” You informed him. “So close.” You rambled on while he wrapped his forearm behind your back, trying to help you with one hand, while the other one pressed to your lower belly, avoiding the vibrator and simply pushing against your abdomen, making you feel his cock deeper, your insides completely rearranged once he managed to give a couple thrusts from below.

‘Yes!’ was all you managed to whimper before drowning in pleasure that embraced you and swallowed you, taking you deep, to its most delicious and dangerous pits before spitting you out, every muscle of your limbs spasming as you fell forward, Seokjin lost into bliss one more time, due to the delayed and intense stimulation.

When you came back to reality, you were both confused and hazy, your bodies exhausted, dripping in sweat.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, realising the vibrator was mercifully away from you. You found the strength to switch it off.

“I have no idea. But it was so damn good.” Seokjin replied, his breathing still haggar.

“You.” You said, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“We done being grumpy, my love?” He asked, moving your hair to the side and looking at you adoringly.

“I’m gonna be grumpy more often.” You said, twitching your nose as you thought about it.

He chuckled funnily. “Not too often. I’m getting old. I don’t know how long I can keep up like this.”

You smiled and bit the skin of his collarbone. “I’ll keep you so fucked out you’ll be young forever.”

He outright laughed at that. “You’re so damn dirty and lovely.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t you ever change, Angel.”

You smiled and hid into him, basking in your sweetness before whining. “We need to get up. Get washed.”

He also whined and shook his head gingerly. “Don’t want to.”

“Okay. Just a minute.” You conceded.

He beamed. “Just a little, tiny minute.”

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I Can’t Handle You Being Back~Chou Tzuyu x black! fem! reader {2}

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Tzuyu x reader

Summary: Your first night as a Twice member sought you connecting with the women you once knew as trainees. Well into the night, you bond a bit with your group members, even Tzuyu would it seems doesn’t want much to do with you anymore.

Genre: Angst, Idol-Verse, Romance, Slow Burn, Hurt and Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2, 380

Writer’s Note: There’s interaction with Tzuyu in this chapter! If have any Twice, Blackpink, Red Velvet or Dreamcatcher requests just send me a message and I’ll try to get it done. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Odd wasn’t the right word; it felt unknown falling back into a groove with them. The only member I kept in contact with was Nayeon and Sana, even then we didn’t talk much. It only went to check ins on how music was going, along with the occasional ‘miss you here in Korea’ or ‘working with this American artist right now.’

Being in the dorms feels weird. I’m supposed to be a member now, I’m fortunate enough to have this opportunity again. (Even if this opportunity will potentially ruin my online presence; the Korean Netizens are still a handful.) That’s the least of my worries right now. Tzuyu’s blank stare continues to jumble up, down, left then right in my mind as I stare up the ceiling of me, Jeongyeon and Momo’s room. How the hell am I supposed to even fall into conversation with her? the rest of them? They were all my competition five years ago and I believed most of them to not like me. Of course it was the reason of being American, but also of being Black; a foreign trainee that quite literally stuck out from the others. From the welcome a few hours ago, they all seemed to remain fond of me (excluding Tzuyu, one that hurts the most).

“Y/N?”

I nearly fall from the bed at the presence of the few of my members: Jihyo and Jeongyeon stand in the doorway with huge hoodies and weary smiles aimed at me.

“Hey guys,” I say with a grin.

“Hey,” Jihyo says as she sits on the edge of the bed. “We just wanted to check up on you. You’ve been cooped up in here for hours.”

Jeongyeon crossed her arms as she leans against the wall.

“Are you OK?” she says. “We know that this is a huge shift for you.”

I nod and sit up to fully face them both.

“It’s more than I shift,” I explain. “I thought my K-Pop career was over with that Sixteen elimination and--” I pause to keep the image of Tzuyu and Momo’s tear stained faces from their own eliminations; they’re both moments from the program. Just being in their presence again, after so much success and growth they’ve had is nerve wracking.

Jihyo scoots closer and puts an arm around me. Jeongyeon steps over, kneels down in front of me and takes my hand.

“Tell us what’s on your mind,” Jeongyeon says.

“This a safe space,” Jihyo reassures. “We’re here to listen. All of us.”

I nod at her words, yet my mouth can’t help but spill words that should have been left unsaid.

“What about Tzuyu? She hardly looked at me.” I say.

Jihyo’s eyes softened; she squeezes me a bit tighter.

“She’ll come around, trust me,” Jihyo says.

Jeongyeon nodded sharply.

“Are you hungry? The managers dropped us off some burgers if you’d like to eat with everyone,” Jeongyeon suggests.

“Yeah,” Jihyo says. “We can catch up, it’s been so long.”

I agree with a hum, but I don’t attempt to get up when Jeongyeon and Jihyo do.

“C’mon Y/N, please?” Jeongyeon asks. “You have to eat and we’re teammates now, everyone needs to know how you’re getting through this.”

“You’re an idol now, Jihyo says. “And more importantly, a member of Twice. No matter how Tzuyu feels about the situation, you’re here and she has to accept that.”

I can’t help but giggle at Jihyo’s sense of authority; a perfect leader for Twice, it’s nice to hear that she sees me as a member, even though I’m still new to this.

“C’mon can we go?” Jeongyeon groans. “I’m starving.”

Jihyo rolls her eyes at Jeongyeon playfully before reaching for my hand.

“Are you ready, Y/N?”

My smile widens at Jihyo’s easygoing grin as she nudges me with her elbow and flutters her eyes. I take it; she erupts in a quick fit of giddiness and drags me out of my room, downstairs then into the living room where the other girls await.

“Y/N!” Sana squeals. She shot up towards me, embracing me just as tight as she did eariler.

“Uh, hi Sana!” I say while noticing the Mcdonalds cup in her hand.

Sana frowns as she sips.

“You all right?” she asks. “I forgot you’re American and kind of weird about skinship.”

“It’s ok, it’s just a little jarring,” I admit. “Being back here. You guys got Mcdonalds?”

Chaeyoung nods, hops off the couch from her seat between Dahyun and Tzuyu to shift in the giant bag of greasy (yet not as much grease as America) goodies.

“We haven’t really been studying a lot of American culture,” Chaeyoung explains. “But I do know that it’s complicated, especially with you being a Black American. So we opted with something simple, Mcdonalds!”

“We didn’t really know what you usually ate there, so the managers ordered everything for you!” Nayeon declares as she threw an arm around my shoulders.

My eyes scan through the various burgers/sandwiches, nugget boxes and an array of shakes; flavors range here in Korea, similar to how it is in other Mcdonalds across the globe. The gesture alone makes my chest warm, tears cling to the edge of my eyes but I stop them. They care; regardless what they thought about me five years ago, they still care about me.

“Thank you guys, it means a lot,” I say.

They all utter out a ‘you’re welcome’ in unison; Chaeyoung, Nayeon and Sana huddle toward me, pulling me in a mini group hug. Jihyo, Mina, Momo and Dahyun join soon after, squeezing me a little too tight.

“C’mon guys, let the woman eat,” Jeongyeon mutters through a few fries as she grabs a six piece nugget for herself.

As everyone plus away, I catch Tzuyu’s eyes from the couch. An instant but I got it: it wasn’t blank like before, rather wonder prior to her turning her attention back to the green tea shake she was consuming. I want to ask her a question, anything to hear her voice again but Jihyo’s words come back. She’ll accept it, no matter how she feels. I’m not sure how I completely feel about it though. Deep down I care about her feelings, hell she was the first person to build me up as an artist who could break international barriers. Even though they were teenagers then with over zealous dreams, it was nice to have some to dream big with (it meant more to bond with someone from another country and become so close).

“Y/N?” Jihyo’s question breaks me from my thoughts.

“Are you still jet lagged or something?” Mina teases as she nibbles on half of a cookie.

“Huh? No, this is still a lot,” I say. “What was the question?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to binge a bunch of Disney movies with us?” Momo says.

I giggle at how enthusiastic Momo is.

“Would one of them happen to be Monsters Inc?” I ask.

Momo flushes, plays with her hands and glances down at the floor.

“Maybe,” she mumbles. “How’d you know?”

I’m the one that flusters this time: my chest grows hot as I scratch the back of my head.

“I’ve kept up with you guys,” I say. “You have so many plushies from fansigns and your dog’s named Boo, like the character.”

“You’ll meet him soon!” Nayeon coos. “He’s so adorable.”

“You could have reached out more,” Sana says. “We could have invited you on tour and caught up sooner.”

“Maybe I could have, but you know how weird Jinyoung can get,” I say. “I still can’t believe he granted me this opportunity. Ever since Sixteen I-”

With my pause this time, all nine of them granting me a look of concern; Jihyo grasps my hand again and gives me a tiny grin.

“Take your time,” she whispers. “We have enough time to catch up.”

The others nod and give their own sympathetic looks, except Tzuyu; she keeps her attention to the ground, face clouded what I cannot assume at all. (A face as blank as it was earlier.) I decide to finish though. It’s like Jihyo said, I’m a part of this team now.

“After Sixteen, I believed myself not to be talented enough,” I say. “It took me months to get out of my creative slump and write songs again. I guess my talent was there, or maybe I wasn’t at a decent level for JYP or Korea itself to accept a Black woman in K-Pop. I’m not even sure if they’re ready now.”

“They are OK,” Chaeyoung declares. “And if they aren’t, we’ll make them!”

I know Chaeyoung’s being supportive, yet I can’t help but giggle at how her cheeks puff out while she’s chewing on her chicken nugget. She’s so passionate that it’s cute.

“And if not, you aren’t alone Y/N,” Jihyo says as she softly nudges me.

“Enough about dwelling on the past,” Jeongyeon says. “Let’s start watching some films!”

“Which film should we start with, Y/N?” Momo asks.

“Hm? I thought you wanted to start with Monster Inc Momoring?” Mina says.

Momo shrugs with a growing smile and sunk down in the couch beside Tzuyu.

“Y/N should choose, it’s all about making her feel comfortable. Right?” she says.

I give her my best smile while I bite through the Big Mac, which I probably won’t be able to eat for awhile.

“How’s Lion King sound?”

Everyone utters in agreement: they all grab more food and sweets before hopping to the couch to bunch in while Jihyo grabs the TV’s remote. I glance between the end of the couch, where most of the maknae’s are.This excludes Tzuyu, who’s seated in the middle of the couch, dodging Nayeon’s spoon as she tries to feed the maknae some of her ice cream.

“Y/N! Sit over here!” Sana shouts, solving my dilemma for good as she and Jeongyeon slide away from each other to make room for me in between them.

“Gosh, unnie I said no!” Tzuyu growls.

I flinch along with Nayeon as Tzuyu rises and stomps up the stairs.

“Nayeon,” Jihyo warns. “Now I have to go talk to her. Go on and start the movie without me.”

She follows Tzuyu’s trail as Jeongyeon scolds Nayeon herself.

“Told you to quiet messing with her,” she says. “Not all of us can take your insistent flirting.”

Nayeon rolls her eyes.

“She kept eyeing Sana’s milkshake I thought she wanted some of mine,” she explains. “I know she couldn’t take her eyes off of Y/N’s buns either.”

Nayeon sends me a wink and I sink down deeper into the chair.

“Nayeon, please not now,” I groan.

Jihyo returns just as quickly, her face fixed tight in irritation.

“She’s not coming back to watch movies with us,” she says. “Let’s just carry on.”

* * *

We’re halfway through Monster University, and I keep nodding off every now and then. I get a bit disoriented when Sully popped up, then Nemo--who knows how many films I slept through.

“She’s so cute,” Sana coos. “She can rest her head on my shoulder if you want to switch unnie.”

Jeongyeon shakes her head as she pats my head and allows me to lay it back on her own shoulder.

“If you’re tired Y/N, you can go back to our room and sleep,” Jeongyeon whispers. “Momo and I won’t bother you, I promise.”

I sit up to stretch, noticing Tzuyu quickly grab something from the fridge and hurry back up the steps. Jihyo pinches the bridge of her nose, then sighs.

“Just let her be,” she says. “I can try talking to her later.”

I should listen to Jihyo, yet my body has a mind of it’s own. I’m on Tzuyu’s heels in an instant, grabbing her wrist in the next. She freezes; I do the same.

“T-Tzuyu, please. Can we talk?” I ask.

Tzuyu turns to me. Her face isn’t blank, but carries a look of exhaustion.

“How have you been?” I say, trying to start somewhere.

“I’ve been better,” Tzuyu says as she continues up the steps and toward her bedroom. “You should sleep.”

“I-I’m not tired.”

Tzuyu gives me an incredulous look.

“Sana and Jeongyeon unnie are so loud,” she says. “You could barely get through a couple of films.”

I flush at her words, at least she’s being somewhat emotional with me.

“I know Nayeon can be a bit much, but you could have stayed and watched--”

“Nayeon unnie was only part of the reason I left,” she says. “I needed my space and I still do.”

“What’s the other reason?”

Tzuyu’s face softens at the question.

“Y/N--”

“Is it me?” I say. “I had no idea that I--”

Tzuyu cut me off before I could finish, her face taunt in rage similar to how she reacted with Nayeon earlier.

“Of course you have no idea!” she says. “You were one of the only friends I had back then, even when elimination was imminent, you promised me you would have stayed!”

Her words are like iron branding marks underneath my skin. She’s saying something now, but how can I make it right? What can I do to make sure that I don’t lie to her again.

“I know Tzuyu but--”

“That’s the thing Y/N, you don’t know,” Tzuyu says. “It took me so long to get over you leaving. And now, I can’t seem to handle you being here again.”

The iron presses deeper and deeper. My mouth closes. Maybe I should try again later, and honor her request. However, Jihyo’s words come fluttering back; we’re a team and if Tzuyu has a problem, we have to deal with it. Talk it out like partners should. I flush a bit at the word. Tzuyu and I dreamed of being more than partners, it’s now a distant memory due to how resentful she feels.

“Well, I’m not over you Tzuyu,” I say. “I’ll leave you alone for now, but just know that I never got over you. You still mean at lot to me.”

Tzuyu stands still for a moment, face still taunt in anger but it changes, and softens. I would have stayed to see it, but I honor her request and walk back to my room.

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