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this man didn't like her. hard for us know if he was like this with everyone or only Taylor was the one who recieved this treatment.

no, i think he did like her (or at least, he very much loved her). i just think that they, by the end, had very incompatible personalities to a degree that the like disappeared and the love eroded

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He also knows I think how serious they are as a couple

clearly (although to be fair, so does the entire world)

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El País Weekly has named Taylor Swift ''The Boss''

''Days before Swift travelled to Paris for her shows, an executive reminded us what it was like more than a decade ago to work on promoting this young artist who was sweeping the US, but we did not know to what extent her success would be transferable to this part of the world. During the time of her album 'Red', Swift traveled to Madrid to give a series of interviews. In the morning, she asked for permission to be given access to the kitchen and at noon she came out with a pile of cookies she had baked herself, which she gave to everyone who passed by. Twelve years later, it took us 3 months to get tickets to see her in the French capital for The Eras Tour. The plan remains the same —dominate the planet—only the way of executing it has changed.'' (x)

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what is your taylor swift song, the one that nobody else gets or appreciates the way you do?

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It's so weird how unpopular the manuscript is compared to wcs bc they're very similar in topic matter. The manuscript is a little softer in production and more about grief than anger but it still surprises me

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swifties! reblog this and put in the tags some of your other favorite artists! it’s for science*

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reblog and tag your top five songs from red

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from the tortured poets department

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from midnights

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from evermore

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from folklore

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from lover

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from reputation

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from speak now

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from fearless

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FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from 1989

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Ahahah totally not flustered by this at all… in the slightest ahahah 🫣

This was so good Alex!

River Cartwright x You - Smut (Slow Horses)

Inspired by this extremely thirsty idea by my wonderful friend @darklydeliciousdesires - I know this was not what you and Lois were talking about but thank you for the brainrot 🤭 As always, comments (& reblogs) are love 🤍

Summary: Zero plot, just porn, in which River has to be punished for his crimes of being too pretty (not really but also yes 🤭)

Warnings: 🔞 Minors DNI please and thank you. Thigh riding, slightly subby River, praise kink (you know he has one 🤭). No use of Y/N (not a warning, just adding in case that usually puts you off!)

Words: 1002 SLOW HORSES

Punishment

His breath rasped in your ear, tiny tendrils of strawberry blonde hair sticking to his forehead, his desperation evident no matter how hard he was trying to conceal it as your hips rocked against him. It had started as a joke, an empty threat, but he never had been good at controlling his smart mouth and it was just too easy to have him panting beneath you.

“Please…” he huffed out, almost a whine, a rush of breath against your neck as he buried his face there, his fingers curled hard into the arms of the chair, still valiantly trying to stick to your instructions. He could be such a good boy when he thought he might get praised for it.

“Soon,” you purred, barely suppressing a moan as he tensed his thigh beneath your rutting core, the material of his trousers deliciously rough against your barely covered, swollen clit. You’d been holding yourself on edge for a while now, his pathetic gasps only fuelling your fire. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

You felt his cock twitch against your leg as his teeth dug into his lower lip. Blue eyes dark, pupils blown so wide they were almost black.

Breaking the rules his hands landed on your hips, rocking you more vigorously against his firm thigh, bare breasts bouncing lightly against his chest, skin to slick skin. A low whimper slipped from your lips and his mouth found your neck.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he mumbled against your skin, guiding your movements now, your high glimmering up your spine, tingling beneath the surface, not yet breaking free entirely. “Let me feel you.”

With an effort you pulled his hands from your waist, pinning them back on the arms of the chair, using them as leverage to angle your hips just so… He groaned in frustration and it was almost enough to finish you off.

“What do you need, River?” you taunted, leaning back slightly, an amused smile on your lips as his eyes dragged south, hovering on your breasts, and lower to where you were making an unholy mess on his trousers.

“Please.” His tongue flicked across dry lips, eyes devouring you hungrily.

Still holding his wrists - in the full knowledge that he could free himself in a second if he chose to - you leaned closer again, murmuring as your hard nipples brushed his broad chest.

“Please, what..? Be a good boy and use your words.”

His cock jumped again against your leg and the very thought of him buried inside you made you clench wildly around nothing.

“I need to be in you,” he ground out, roughly pulling his hands from your grasp to clasp the back of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You gave into it entirely, fingers tangling in his hair, grinding your cunt against his leg with renewed vigour, sparks dancing under your skin.

“Enough,” he groaned as you broke for air, panting into each other. “Please… enough.”

Finally, you had to agree. You needed him. In all honesty, you’d needed him since the moment this silly game started but it was just too fun to torment him.

Pulling from his grasp his face faltered as you slid off his lap, only to be replaced by relief when he saw you finally pulling off the scrap of black lace - sticky with your arousal - that separated him from having you completely. Wasting no time in wriggling out of his own lower layers, his cock bounced heavily against his stomach, the glistening tip betraying his own desperation.

Your mouth watered.

Had you been less close to the edge you might have taken your time. Might have tasted him. Teased and edged him further for your own amusement. Maybe see how far you could push him before he snapped and made you pay for it.

But alas you were as lacking in self control as he was, and in a second you were back aside his lap, nose to nose as you slowly guided him into your tightness.

The stretch… oh god the stretch… splitting you so wide, feeling every thick inch drag against your already over-sensitive walls. His head dropped to your shoulder and he groaned deeply as he bottomed out inside you, a low guttural sound that reverberated from his chest to yours, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. His cock flexed deep within you, nudging that sweet spot and, as his teeth grazed your skin, it was the final straw that broke your control.

The glimmering embers turned into roaring flames and they consumed you whole, shaking in his arms as you were lost to them, almost unaware of how he shifted slightly so he could take control, driving into your velvety, pulsing cunt. Every stroke, angled to perfection, prolonged the high as near silent cries fell from your lips. Arrowing into you, he pulled you into a messy kiss - tongues and teeth clashed as he fought to control himself against the rising tide of your fluttering core. This wasn’t going to last long for either of you it seemed.

With a frantic parry of thrusts he pushed you over the edge again, aftershocks scorching through your veins as he crested the wave himself. Through the haze of your own high you felt him stutter and still, filling you with a groan of your name.

Clinging to each other, you waited for your head to stop swimming and your breathing to return to normal, erratic heart calming to a more stable beat.

“I think you’ve ruined those trousers,” he mumbled against your shoulder and you slowly uncurled from his neck to look at him. “I was supposed to wear them to work again tomorrow.”

“I did warn you.” You stole a kiss that he chased, deepening it with fingers in your hair and practiced ease. “All you had to do was replace the milk and we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

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