#swift guidelines

[jaid-is-sideways]

guys my girlfriends trying to learn how to use tumblr this is so funny

@skuttiez

[dawnoftime22]

Request Guidelines

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist | Taglist

hi! welcome to my request guidelines, feel free to send in any of your creative ideas, as long they follow with my specifications.

Requests are currently : OPEN!

Requests are sent in HERE

Important Info :

If I have my requests closed, please don't send one in until its open, and all requests are taken from my inbox.

For the moment, I'm only taking requests for Taylor Swift.

I write fluff, sleepy fics, bits of hurt/comfort, and I lean away from angst

NO smut, shipfics, or family paired fics

When requesting, please, avoid specifying the reader's gender unless it is required for the story. I write for gn!reader/non specific.

I am uncomfortable in writing specifically for male!reader

Please don't request fics that include: homophobia, transphobia, racism, pregnancy, injury, or death.

Age regression fics aren't my game, but I do like to play around with comforting, childlike seeming stories. Take, for example; one of my fics, 'stuffed cat plush'. - as long as its not related to things in the regression world, I am fine with it.

When requesting a sensitive topic, take note that I may not accept it. if I do, I may take longer than usual to write it, especially if its something I've never explored before.

my posting schedule of mondays don't apply to requests, I post the fic the day I finish it or after proofreading :]

Note that I accidentally do long fics (over 1k or 3k+), so if you'd like a short one, put a limit down in the request<3

Your request may take days, or a few weeks to complete! If you're patient, I'll be done with it soon, and if not, I may be busy, running low on my creativity, or motivation

[jadastarkey]

REQUESTS, GUIDELINES AND TAGLIST

- please keep hate to yourself

- be kind to people in the comments

- you can always msg me, I'm here if you need

- my requests are always open

if you want to be in my taglist, comment on this post and just write what you'd want to be tagged in (e.g: billie, drew/rafe, sturniolos)

if you have any fic requests you can obviously ask, don't hesitate! unless it includes smut.

personally, I'm not comfortable writing smut. it's not a strong suit, and it honestly just makes me a little uncomfortable

buttttttt anything that's not is more than welcome on my page! this is a safe space for everyone. don't be afraid to ask for any lgbtq, I'm bi, so I LIVE for it (gay, les, I'm not great at poly but I can give it a try).

some ppl I write abt:

drew starkey

taylor swift

sam and colby

the sturniolos

billie eilish

hayley williams

walker scobell

one direction (mainly zayn)

if you ask for someone that's not from this list who I don't know much about or am not that interested in, I probably won't do it but send them anyway!

have fun!

masterlist

[rachthechaosbi]

i’m having too much fun with this paper it’s going to destroy my grade in this class

[likeimsittinginanairportbar]

TIKTOK STOP REMOVING MY POSTS FOR NO REASON CHALLENGE!!!

[theender36]

i hate it here

[whosashan]

WELCOME!

Welcome, fellow Love and Deepspace fans!

This blog is dedicated to writing about the LaDS men —hope you enjoy your time here!

TAGLIST IS OPEN, TO ENTER GO TO THIS POST

REQUEST GUIDELINES

I have only a few rules:

I will not write content involving pedophilia, incest, zoophilia, or any similar themes.

I’m open to trying suggestive content, but I’m unsure about writing explicit smut.

Regarding topics related to mental disorders: You’re welcome to send in requests, but I can’t guarantee I will fulfill them. I want to ensure accuracy and avoid mischaracterizing any illnesses

Unfortunately, I don’t have as much free time as I used to, so responding to requests and posting in general may take longer than before. However, please don’t worry if I haven’t gotten to your request yet—I read and acknowledge every submission! Thank you for your patience and support. 😊

MASTERLIST

Sour - Part 2 of "Bitter"

A year has slipped through your fingers like sand, carrying away the sharp edges of bitterness— or so you thought. Yet, the past has a cruel way of resurfacing, and when you stand before your former lover once more, the question lingers: has time truly softened the wound, or does resentment still simmer beneath your skin? (all x non-mc!reader; based on a request)

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Bitter

Watching the one you love partake in what you once pleaded to share—a quiet betrayal—feels like an arrow through the heart, swift and merciless. (all x non-mc!reader; based on a request)

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SELF-DOUBT │ PART 2

Part 2 of "Self-doubt" - comfort!! (all x reader; based on a request)

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Hugs Are Mandatory

Lately, your boyfriend had become impossibly dramatic—and hopelessly clingy. What's the reason for that? (clingy!all x gn!non-mc!reader)

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Me? Jealous?

Watching your new coworker grow a little too familiar with your boyfriend sent a sharp, unwelcome heat curling in your chest—an emotion you’d never dare to name, let alone admit. (Xavier x mc!reader; based on a request)

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Sneakyyy

What did you expect when you woke your lover up in a panic, telling him to hide because your “boyfriend” just got home? Are you ready to face the consequences? (all x gn!non-mc!reader; based on a request)

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WAS IT LONELY?

Xavier telling you a "bedtime story" when you have trouble sleeping. (Xavier x gn!reader; based on a request)

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EVER AFTER, ALWAYS

You had known Caleb your entire life, yet never could you have anticipated this moment—standing before the altar, heart pounding, as you awaited the moment your lives would be bound together, not just for a lifetime, but for eternity and beyond. (Caleb x fem!reader; based on a request)

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BUGGED AND BELATED

You're trapped in your room, locked in a silent battle with a bug that’s far too aware of your fear. Every move you make, it counters. Every escape plan, foiled. Dinner will have to wait—this thing might actually win. (all x gn!reader; based on a request)

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SELF-DOUBT

Doubt creeps in, unraveling the fragile thread between you, pulling you further from him before anything even takes shape. (relationship not established) (all x reader)

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Oops..!

Caught in the tide of the moment, you let your true laugh escape—unfiltered, unguarded—for the first time in their presence. (all x reader; based on a request)

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AFTER THE STORM

Part 2 of "Who do you love?" - As the sting of hurt and betrayal begins to soften, a quiet longing stirs—you find yourself wanting to seek them out. (Rafayel & Sylus x mc!reader)

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WHO DO YOU LOVE?

Doubt coils around your spine, relentless and unshaken, until the question slips free—do they love the person before them now, or the ghost of who you once were? (all x mc!reader; based on a request)

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FEELS LIKE HOME

Your life together, in its quiet, domestic rhythm. (all x reader; based on a request)

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PINKY PROMISES AND BUTTERFLY KISSES

Cute, random scenarios with them. (all x reader)

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OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND

You notice their distance, the subtle avoidance, and decide it’s time to confront them. (all x reader)

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THE LITTLE THINGS

How they show you their love. (all x reader)

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I'VE GOT MY EYES ON YOU

How you started dating. (all x reader)

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HIS BRIDE

How would it be to be Rafayel's bride? (Rafayel x reader; based on a request)

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SILENT TREATMENT

How would they react when given the silent treatment by you. (all x reader)

[heelix1r]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 JUST ONE KISS . . . 💋

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ heeseung is thinking about your lips a little too much . . .

bela is typing . . . damn this took me a hot minute but MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN ofc i was gonna do him right 😍 also happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it :D

heeseung x f!reader | drabble | fluff | no established au

masterlist | guidelines

what was the flavor of your lip gloss?

heeseung tapped his finger to his chin as he sat by himself, his eyes looking into the distance as he wondered what made you use that tube on your lips numerous times a day.

strawberry? cherry? watermelon?

whatever it was, it left a glittery pink sheen on your lips whenever you skillfully applied a swift layer across it. heeseung watched as you would pucker your lips, ending with a satisfying pop. he would continue to observe you intensely at every moment your lips moved, the way your tongue would gently graze along your lip line, the way you would subconsciously rub your lips together to smoothen out the flavor.

he looked around him, a hot blush flushed to his cheeks as he realized how deep in thought he was.

oh, just one… just one kiss and he’d know.

he could see it in the deepest caves in his imagination. he’d unravel your lipgloss to bring the fruity flavor to his nose, before hovering over you to apply it to your lips. it’s useless anyway, he would think to himself as he carefully applies a layer for you, since it’s going to be wiped away soon.

the distance between the two of you would be palpable, you’d be able to hear heeseung’s heart beating out of his chest as he’d gaze from your eyes, to your sweet lips. the desperation in his eyes was clear—he didn’t have the slightest clue on how to keep a secret from you. you could see how badly he wanted to kiss you, feeling your cheeks grow warm as he cupped your cheeks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. some of the gloss would wipe off and onto his skin.

he’d stare at you as he’d bring his thumb to his tongue to taste your gloss. he was teasing both of you—he was making you wait, but in doing so, he was driving himself mad.

you were such a tease, you. the way your voice chimed so hypnotically to heeseung’s ears, it was an invitation to watch as your lips moved, thinking about how well they’d melt when against his. the way you would breathe against his lips as he crashes your lips against yours, capturing you in an endless wave of breathless, mind-numbing kisses that lit his body on fire.

he knew he’d have his hands gripped to your hips, pulling your body closer to his, you’ll never get away from me now. but you’d never want to part from heeseung after this. he would never be able to get enough from you, he knew how dangerous it would be if he ever captured your lips in a searing kiss, but god, he wanted it bad.

he needed to feel how soft your lips were, how you felt against him when you returned his kisses fervently, reciprocating his need with your own. there were so many ways heeseung could approach you, all of them enticing them in their own way.

he could take the needy route. he could show you how badly he needed to feel your lips against his. the way he’d willingly take your hand and press your palm against his chest, allowing you to feel how your presence excited him—you’d be able to feel his heartbeat racing for you. feeling his need for you, you’d give him what he craved from you.

there was the softer approach. the way he’d slowly wrap his arms around your waist, his gaze intense against yours as he expressed his need through his eyes. the eye contact would never waver until the moment of realization traveled throughout your body. heeseung was staring intently at your lips now, knowing that you knew. he’d look at you again, begging for permission, to see if you would hesitate or push away from him as he took in the moment.

it would be so perfect.

heeseung nibbled his bottom lip, the tension thick enough to squeeze. he clutched your waist as if it was the only thing he knew how to do, his eyes closing softly as he watched you submit to his embrace, wanting the same exact thing as him.

and as he leaned down to—

“heeseung?”

he was startled by your voice, standing in front of him. you were snapping your fingers in his face, and he realized that he had really zoned out this time.

“yeah?” he asked, immediately sitting up, brushing off his trance by playing it cool.

“i thought we were going out to lunch today.”

as he stood up, he looked at your lips and parted his slightly. you were wearing that same lip gloss again. his eyes drifted downwards—he couldn’t help it, you were simply divine—as you pressed a tongue to your cheek, waiting for an answer from him.

“right, yeah. of course we still are.” clearing his throat, he followed suit with you as he shoves his hands in his pockets, ignoring the tension in his body.

as you walk along, he blurts out, “so, out of curiosity… what flavor lip gloss do you use?” you turn to him, and he’s doing his best to hide a cheeky smile.

you give him a weirded out smile, tilting your head quizzically. “and why would you want to know?” you asked.

“i told you,” he mumbled, his tone now more bashful. “i was just curious.”

heeseung marks the way your lips curl into a more confident smirk, and it makes his breath hitch. oh god, you were doing wonders to him. if only you knew how badly he wanted to kiss you right here, right now.

“that’s only for me to know,” you teased him.

heeseung felt a crashing warmth implode within himself, creeping to the softness of his skin. just one kiss, he repeats to himself. i would do anything for just one kiss.

you really weren’t making this easy for him.

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Nefera's Masterlist ♡

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ABOUT ME: she/her, obsessed with F1, Taylor Swift and True crime. I'm a CL16, OP81 and MV1 stan (in that same order). I write whatever unhinged ideas come to mind.

DRIVERS' MASTERLIST:

MAX VERSTAPPEN

CHARLES LECLERC

LANDO NORRIS

OSCAR PIASTRI

CARLOS SAINZ

COLLECTION MASTERLIST:

THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

VALENTINE, SCHMALENTINE

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[madelynn-sienna]

the alchemy (lando norris x reader)

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★ prompt: ❛❛ where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me . . . ❜❜ ★ pairing : lando norris x singer!reader ★ face claim : taylor swift ★ genres : fluff and humour ★ a/n : this is my first shot at writing, so i'm not sure how it's come out (i know the alchemy isn’t on the anthology, but that was a bit of creative liberty on my end). i really had to write this first one to celebrate little lando's win though! what an amazing race we had today at zandvoort ✨ ★ feedback and requests are always appreciated!

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yourinstagram what if I told you I'm back? the tortured poets department out august 25.

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user1 she really do be going missing for months, only to show up with a whole new album.

user2 its giving are you ready for it and reputation.

user3 its not very demure or very mindful😭 user4 i mean, she's been MIA for a year just like before rep. user5 is it really missing if she's still being attending races?

user6 this better not be another break up album yn.

user7 fr yn, i'm not ready to be a child of divorce. user8 where's mr no wins? he's not in the comments. user9 you mean mr now wins. forgetting miami already? user10 they better still be together😭 user11 you lot really have no chill. he's here!

landonorris ❤️

user12 she looks sad. why does she look so sad?

user13 right? first picture looks like she's mid breakdown😭 user14 yn and lando better still be together!

fernandoalonzo lando what have you done this time?

landonorris why do you assume it's my fault? danielricciardo it's always your fault. landonorris no it isn't! carlossainz usually is. oscarpiastri always is. landonorris tell them to stop bullying me y/n, it isn't my fault😭 yourinstagram is not lando's fault - i swear, scouts honour! user15 i swear, scouts honour? easter eggs perchance?

landonorris i told you not to look so sad, everyone thinks its my fault!

yourinstagram i didn't think you were serious, you know I love you landonorris did y'all here that, she loves me! landonorris i love you too 💖 yourinstagram honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

kellypiquet can't wait to listen to it!

yourinstagram you've already heard the entire album😭 kellypiquet 👀

alexandrasaintmleux i know it's going to be amazing💕

yourinstagram you're welcome to come over for a sneak peak ;) charlesleclerc can i come too?

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landonorris that's more like it — pole position baby 🧡

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yourinstagram so proud of you my love ❤️

yourinstagram never been prouder to wear papaya 🧡 kellypiquet you only wear papaya on the track! yourinstagram shhhh 👀 landonorris i'm right here babe. landonorris i thought you loved the colour 😭 yourinstagram you see 🥺 👉 👈 yourinstagram i'd wear it for you any day though... kellypiquet point is you don't 😂 yourinstagram kelly! stop exposing me here 😭 kellypiquet that's revenge for telling max i don't like red bull. landonorris you're lucky i love you yn 💖 maxverstappen and you're lucky i love you kelly💕

user1 lando on pole and ttpd out tomorrow, i don't think i'm getting any sleep 😭

user2 i swear, idk how i'm going to cope. user3 i'm going to be screaming, crying, throwing up. user4 right?!? thank god i don't have work tomorrow. user5 i'm going to need 2-3 business days to recover.

user6 an album and a pole?!? they really do be spoiling us...

user7 we need a mclaren 1-2 tomorrow

user8 lets go lando🔥🔥🔥

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yourinstagram all's fair in love and war... the tortured poets department out now.

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landonorris 👀 ❤️

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mclaren he wins in miami and he wins in zandvoort 🧡 GIVE IT UP FOR OUR TWO-TIME RACE WINNER EVERYONE 🏆

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yourinstagram made me the proudest girl alive today lan ♥️

landonorris you make me feel like the luckiest man alive everyday. yourinstagram awww, i love you ❤️ landonorris i love you more than words can express my love 💖

oscarpiastri congratulations lando🧡

maxverstappen well done brother!

carlossainz felicidades lando!

user1 that. kiss.

user2 right? all that mattered to him in that moment was yn 🥺 user3 it felt like we were intruding on something so private! user4 i swear, i was like it's on tv but it feels like i should see that.

user5 they said there was no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league.

user6 WHERE'S THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME!

user7 a win and a double album?!? i need a week to process this.

user8 and so lando no wins becomes lando two wins!!

user9 those haters really have gone silent all of a sudden. user10 yn and lando really shut them up!

user11 watch him win the world championship now 🏆

user12 you heard it hear first ladies and gentleman!

user13 lando we can be world champion i said.

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f1wags can we take a moment to appreciate how that man ran to yn the moment he got out of the car!

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user1 the way they literally had to get lando back on the car😭

user2 right? he really forgot they need pictures of him there. user3 he really be like i need yn before everything else!

user4 where can i get him?

user5 where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me.

user6 lando is the prime example of if he wanted to he would.

user7 the way that man simps over her, we all need lando in our lives.

user8 right, like those eyes on her ttpd post. user9 our boy knows that she's a mastermind user10 you can't convince me he didn't know the anthology was coming!!

user12 he so knew alchemy was coming on the anthology.

user13 right? he was really like i can make your dreams come true. user14 i know he gave it a little extra to win for yn today!

user15 you cant tell me yn didn't plan this!

user16 yn really proved she's the mastermind today❤️

user17 the way lando and yn liked this.

user18 and mclaren too - admin definitely ships lando x yn 🧡

[enarei]

i was banned late in 2022 for what the moderators told me was "hate speech". in my last post before the ban took place i'd called myself a tranny (i had been doing for months admittedly). i guess self-referential use of a slur could be framed as "hate speech" if you really wanted to police a group's speech. besides that i'd very recently expressed my dislike of all the associations centered around venerating american veterans and the conspirational origins of the "MIA" flag. "veteran status" is a protected identity under tumblr's community guidelines, which i think is as patently ridiculous as it sounds to anyone who is not from the US.

but those are just guesses. for all i know it could've been something else. i can't know for certain because i didn't receive any warnings or strikes prior to the ban. they refused to cite the offending post when i pressed them on it, and they didn't follow-up on my emails when i asked them again. they just said my whole blog violated the community guidelines. how? that's the kinda absurd part about using this website for an extended period of time (i had had that account for almost 5 years). any trans woman who is mildly public or vocal about their opinions when those opinions relate to her personhood is subjected to a torrent of hate speech. radfems were much more prominent back then, which gave the impression that this site's moderation was very lax. but when i was banned my account was deleted in one swift stroke, with no reference to what the offending content was, no previous warnings, and thus no means to reasonably try to contest it. i still don't know if I actually violated the community guidelines or not. no other social media does this. and one can argue tumblr is *relatively* more stringent about hate speech which impacts trans people than it was in 2022, but it's still a terrible practice. because people who might've been falsely banned due to an antagonistic moderator targeting a popular blog for personal reasons, something we know to have occurred with transmisoginistic actors in the past, that staff themselves have admitted happened, however briefly, have no means to prove it happened to them and end up just sounding like conspiracy theorists.

even if they claim they've rooted out the problem and their moderation team is "better" the complete lack of transparency makes it impossible to prove trans women aren't being targeted

[valentine-cafe]

Can I please order the mango pancakes?

I just want Reader teaching Hǎitāo how to ride him. Lots of teasing but also reassurance and praise please!

˖⁺. “ ride it ” : 

﹙ bttm grim reaper x top male reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 9948e haitao x male reader  !! 🍒 : ﹙ grim reaper ˖ mortician ˖ necromancer character ﹚

you teach your typically confident boyfriend how to ride you

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ penetrative sex ˖ fingering ˖ riding ˖ teasing ˖ nipple play | wc : 1.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: order up! glad to be getting stuff for haitao now <3

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“Telling me a cocky bastard like you hasn’t ridden dick before?”

The swat to your black tshirt makes you chuckle. Maroon eyes that typically shone with ego to compliment his general air of confidence now shimmer with a foreign tepidness. Certainly not an unwelcomed one. It stirred humour in your soul to see how pathetically your boyfriend looked at you. All helpless in your lap with the dim light of the idle television that has him backlit.

“Are you going to keep running your mouth like a ghoul or - ah,” Hǎitāo’s words lilt into a whine. Your fingers cut his rudeness right off with a reminder of their presence. Quick and tempered thrusts against that one spot. The swirl of your digits and the slow massage into the bundle of nerves sends his back into a pretty arch.

You bite on your smile and tilt your head with that shit-eating grin he usually adorns. The muscles along your fingers flex as they effortlessly piston up into his clenching hole. They withdraw with a small pop! and you instead circle your lube-lathered fingers around his rim.

While you will not be able to see it in its full glory, the idea of how he’ll stretch and clench so beautifully around your awaiting cock sends a thrum through the veins. As much as you would love to finger-fuck him all night long and behold those dollish tears in the corners of his eye. . . your dick weeps its own tears to split him open.

Such a needy thing you are in your own right.

“You should watch your mouth pretty boy. ‘les you want it to occupy my dick instead?” His moans of protest flow through the room while your fingers punctuate with rough pumps at an angle you know will have him cross-eyed soon enough. You lean into the grey leather of the sofa to get a better view. “Awww but you don’t want that right? Y’wanna ride my dick like a good boy.”

Your other thumb reaches to circle his cherry-tip. The callouses of your print roughly drag along his slit and you can only chuckle at the spurt that coats it in no time. As though his poor dick is crying for you to give him yours. To bounce him on your lap like a ragdoll.

Who are you to deny?

His black trousers graze down his pale skin in the matter of seconds. Hǎitāo’s yelp turns into another whine at the swift spank to his ass. The way you grab at the fat of it and grip tight. Grind him down to your awaiting bulge.

“You want this baby?”

“Y-Yes for fuu-ah-cks sakes -”

The click of your tongue joins the clink of your belt. It takes only a few shuffles of fabric and the noiseless static of the tv until you are there. Cock standing proud and ready to split your boyfriend open as you always do.

As if on cue, Hǎitāo’s hips steer downwards. Like a man starved. Eager for its weekly-dose of stretching and cumming. Alas your hands lock on him like restraints. He is baffled by the cruelty of them - as though they are guards keeping him from his beloved! How dare.

“You’re being a prick.” The dryness of his voice is quite the contrast to the slickness of lube and precum. You take no offense to his gritted teeth and only swat his thigh. Despite his clearly frustrated tone, you answer back in a gentleness that soothes the flames of his desire.

“Easy baby. . . I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The small of his back becomes a resting place for your fingers. They stroke slowly while your free hand grips at the softness of his hip. The last thing you wish is to bring him pain halfway through. Have to stop when you’re both on the brink of mindless release so that he can gulp down his scoliosis meds.

While his need is great and his walls are begging to have you pound them silly, he relents. Allows you to ease him down and tenderly spread his ass open for your tip. As though you were prepping him first-time-yoga session rather than about-to-rearrange-his-guts.

Nevertheless, his head falls onto your shoulder with hushed moans. The feel of you filling him up has always been something he is addicted to. The darkness of the room consumes him just as the pleasure does - and he can all but sigh blissfully as you languidly ease him down.

The pulse of his walls do little to aid your restraint. What is restraint when faced with his insatiable ass? You know no definition. Not when your balls finally hilt to his soft cheeks. Not when he’s panting into your neck with kisses to soothe his own pleasure. It’s as if he wants you to shove him over the arm of the sofa and fuck him wild rather than teach him how to ride. Surely he knows what he does to you, right?

“Fuuckk baby, how am I s’possed to teach you when you’re this tight?” You give a few shallow thrusts to emphasize. If he squeezes around you one more time you are not sure how long you’ll last. So you brace yourself on his soft thighs with fingers buried in to hold yourself togther.

“Who’s th-the impatient - hah- one now?”

Brat.

The deep groan that rumbles in your throat will be the only way to sate the growing urge in your cock. To fuck him quiet.

Instead you tut. “Be nice.” Palms flatten over his pale flesh and your back meets the sofa as you lean back further. Your hips steady a small grind up. Once, twice, just to loosen him up a bit. Before you ease yourself into the grey leather and give a small nod of your head.

“Now. . . gonna move your hips down like - this -” the rhythm that your hands set on his hips is one his skillfully follow. For a moment you want to call him a liar with the way he rolls his hips down into yours so well. The slow, tantalizing rocks that leave you breathless. Like he’s trying to make you sing prayers to his name. “Yeah - that’s it. . . ‘atta boy.”

You aid with the first few pumps against his ass. Only because you enjoy the soft plap plap plap that fills the living room. It will engrave itself into the walls. So that whenever sit in this very seat, you’ll remember this pretty little thing in your lap.

It won’t take long for your hands to move on to other matters once he has a hang of it. The rock of his hips links with his soft hiccups and gasps. Your palms itch to make him moan and so distract themselves with the hem of his white shirt. Fingers bully their way into the fabric and roll them up over his chest. So that you can behold his nipples that perk so sweetly.

Your mouth joins the mix. You are all tongue, pinches and licks once you are on his chest. The sparks of pleasure well in his tummy and motivate him to buck down a bit faster. The sofa greets the quicker movement with a whining of its own.

“Eager thing,” you gulp a groan. Your tongue is far too busy swirling around his right nipple to negate his pace while your fingers tweak at his left. “Yeah. . . just like that pretty boy. Doing s’well for me. Fuck.”

At last Hǎitāo moans. It sounds like heaven to your ears. Your hips race to worship. The claps of his skin create a symphony to your joined moans and groans. Every heavy smack of your balls against his has him clenching around your cock. It thrums through the veins and sends your grunts along his slick nipples.

“M-Mngh - ah- god that’s good.” His slurs to your ear are only hightened with moans as his body follows yours as though it’s a competition. Hips clap down on your own and his skin slides against yours in the most sensual way. Most sinful of ways.

Oh you wish you could see it. See the way your cock is making its home within his tight walls. How his bounces squirt the slick of lube and precum out. The lewd sight that would soon have you nutting before him. Alas you would rather fuck a few rounds of cum out of him before you even dream of releasing yourself.

“Yeaah, feel good? Feels good riding me huh pretty boy? Taking it like you’re the best?”

He kisses at your grin. Your tongue shoots into his mouth so that you swap spit and clutch at one another with a growing desperation. You know this frequency of moans and whines. The sudden sloppiness of his bounces as he kisses you so needily.

If not that - then the way his head throws back after he shimmied his way down all the way to your hilt. The rough, mindless swirls of his hips that glue your eyes to the scene below. You’ll have to choose - watch his poor dick squirt in the next for seconds or the way his face will twist with pleasure.

“C-Cumming - ‘m cummin-!” He cries. Seems you settle for both.

The spurt of his cum delights your vision and you have to force your gaze up to his face. Just in time to witness the roll of his maroon eyes. Oh they cross so beautifully. You simply have to snatch up his waist and fuck into him rapidly. Have that small whine turn into an ‘ah-ah-ah!’

“B-Baby please - hngh,” his hands clap down onto your shoulders. Fist at your shirt as his head tips forward and he moans at the endless rocking. The rough bounces and smacks of skin that shoot him closer to a second orgasm within the matter of minutes.

You can only grin. Reach up and cup his face as though you are so sorry for what you are doing to him. He knows better by the shine in your eyes. The lowness to your voice.

“Told you I was gonna teach you to ride, right?” You grunt through a cruel, breathless laugh. Hips not letting up for even a second.

“Well class’ still in session. Sorry gorgeous boy. Bounce that pretty ass.”

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[royalarchivist]

Ramon: so about fit

Pac: [Laughs] Oh yeah, so about Fit – do you want me to tell you everything about Fit? Ok. I don't even know where to begin with! Um, let me think, ok. You know, me and Fit, we started being good friends. I'm not sure if we already took the next step, you know, you know what I'm saying? But we have been getting – getting closer and closer, you know. I don't know how to talk about this, Ramon. I'm a little shy... but, well, nothing 100% I would say, you know? In the meantime, I would say we are probably like, just... good-good friends, I think.

Ramon: Take your time.

Pac: But like– Do I have your blessing? You know, that's important to me, you know. 'Cuz like, you're really attached to Fit, and Fit loves you a lot. So having that blessing from you, it really means the world.

Ramon: if u don't hurt him

Pac: No, not at all!

Ramon: and love him with all ur heart and take care of him, then u have my blessing :D

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]

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Pac: Oh– that's so cute of you, Ramon. You know, I'm gonna do everything as you said on those signs, you know. That's actually going to be my- my– How can I say? My core, you know? My core, my– I don't know how to say, but my core stuff, you know? I'm going to follow these guidelines and I'm going to do exactly as you said. You know and– thank you, Ramon. That means a lot to me, you know, coming from you. And I hope everything turns out good, you know, and me, you, Fit and Richas can all hang out and having fun.

Ramon: i look forward to ur wedding then

Pac: [Laughs] You know, Ramon– as Fit once said to me, "baby steps!" you know? We are walking on baby steps. Maybe one day, who knows? You know? [He stares at the camera and stammers]

Ramon: walk faster :D

Pac: [Laughs] I'm gonna try my best. You know, in the meantime, we are just walking like this. [He walks super slow] Sometimes we'll go "wooo!" [He speeds up] And then [He makes another noise and walks backward] But I'm going to drink a swiftness potion and do my best to run out of it.

Ramon: thank u Pac :D

[They're interrupted by Fit, who runs up to them and startles Pac]

Fit: Uhh, I hate to break up the conversation, but we've got a raid going on at Tubbo's factory. We got to kill all of these Pillagers.

Pac: Oh, yeah. [To Ramon] Thank you Ramon! Thank you.

[dawnoftime22]

hello, i have a request for Taylor Swift 😊

reader is upset cause they feel betrayed by their close friends (maybe they weren't invited to a party or something) and since Taylor have been there before she comforts the reader and they spend the day together playing games or something so the reader forgets about it?

also can Taylor sing to comfort Reader? 🥺 i love it when she sings for us hehe

safe & sound.

| T.S

Warnings: reader overthinking, a lot! please be warned and take care of yourself<3 R's friends betraying

Summary: When you find out the way you're suddenly treated by the people you're closest with, Taylor spends her time trying to comfort you in the ways she knows how to.

Word Count: 6.1k

Category: fluff

A/N: I feel like my writing is only growing in word count...I swear thats not me pushing, I just try to finish the story!! I reaally really hope you enjoy this, and it brings you all the comfort you need<3

| Started on 19/05/2025, 2:28 PM |

| Finished on 30/05/2025, 6:53 AM |

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“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you...and all the things that you do.”

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You were in the living room when you found out.

The space was quiet, save from the way the sink had water running down, and clinks were coming along beside it as Taylor washed the dishes. The time was 3:24 PM. You just had lunch together, spent rightfully with comfort, and love.

Now, you were sitting on the couch, legs up, touching your clothed stomach, and you were staring down at the screen of your phone. Upon it, you saw an instagram post from one of your friends right at the homescreen.

It was great. It was peaceful. You were having such a good day...until the photos and videos hit you like a trainwreck crashing into the sunshine. It made everything falter with its lightness.

Your lips tightened as they pressed together. You shouldn't have, but you did. It almost seemed animated as you went through the instagram stories, read the comments on the posts, and you saw all the smiles, and the laughter. It was like watching a movie far away from your life

You heard the way they had fun with their mini games and conversations without any care in the world. Like none of it mattered. Sitting casually. Like you didn't matter.

Its not like you felt like the world spun around the idea of you of course, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. They had gone forth without a heads up, and that felt like the worst kind of a quiet betrayal. There was a possibility that they thought of how you seemed to leave nearly each time, how overwhelmed you were, but something about it brought your sense of mind a certain pain.

Then you started to wonder if they had even thought about you at all, or if they completely forgot. And in some way, that felt...acceptable. Just acceptable. Not better, not worse, but something you could take.

The thoughts and questions made you reel back and forth, as if you were pacing the room without moving, and you swallowed.

Slowly, you clicked the power button at the side of your phone, and the screen faded to nothing as you set it down.

It's not like the emotional feelings were walking all over you, or that it felt like waves crashing over. Being pricked by a cactus would be something to describe it, perhaps. Yet, still, you wrapped your arms around your legs, and rested your chin against your knees. The carpet seemed like the next interesting thing in the room.

It was just a party. A stupid party. It shouldn't bite you this much, but for some reason it did—because in a way, it confirmed your biggest fear in a hard, rough truth;...that no one really wanted you at all. Your presence, your quietness, everything about you. Whatever point of evidencr it was of yourself that made people pull away. It was a reason to hold up whenever you found it.

Your jaw tightened, but it was your teeth pressing together, not clenching. It was in frustration that was either to yourself, or the people you were close with. You weren't sure. It's not like they were at fault. At all. Right? Just...your own problems to deal with that they don't want.

It wasn't long until the couch had the smallest little dip in it. Beside you, Taylor had come to sit with a sweet looking Meredith, having brought her along in her hands for the kitty to curl up in her lap.

She looks at you, seeing the way that you had your legs tucked in close to yourself, protectively, within the circulation of your arms. You had your eyes on the floor, clearly deep in the depths of your mind. It had been like that since she made her decision to go to you.

Until you turned your head to look at her to catch her sight, she would have been smiling, if not for the frown that seemed to shape on your lips.

And that only made you feel like hiding more; that her raising of a joy had faltered, all in simply seeing the slightest of oddities in your behaviour, because she knew you well enough to see everything you hadn't even spoken about. You weren't sure what to feel about it when you were already knee deep into guilt. There was no telling if it's already swallowed you whole or still waiting either.

But to Taylor, the concern came climbing up on her heart, knowing all too well that the many times you've spaced out before was in reason to getting caught up in a web of worries.

She took a moment to just see you, search your eyes for anything that she could find and recognize, but it wasn't long until she set Meredith down gently beside you both instead. Her body moved closer to you in a careful shift.

"...Are you okay?" she asks. For a second, you cracked, just a little. It was like she breathed on glass that was vulnerable to break from anything, even when she didn't mean any harm.

You tried resisting it, but your frown only got deeper, more emotional, and you leaned in more into her instantly.

She had her arms wrapped around you without another second to spare, bringing you closer to her chest. You could hear the soothing shushing that came from her lips as she does.

Nothing urged you to talk about it. There wasn't any willing want in your heart either. Everything had seemed to just overwhelm you, all at once like that giant wave going down, and it wasn't good. It wasn't relief, it wasn't realization, just something that could knock you down and never let you get back up.

Her warm embrace felt safe, similar in hand to a gentle song surrounding you in its comfort. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked in softness.

You looked into her eyes. "I...it's...just..." you were about to start, but then gave out to the distress in your mind instead of continuing. "It's nothing," the words slipped out your mouth, uttered like a truth, but draped over with a white lie.

Taylor didn't take that. She didn't want to, and she certainly wouldn't want you to get away with shutting down. "Hey..."

She keeps her gentle tone even as she continued. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? No judgement...no expectations." Her hand brushed against your back in a small comforting way, giving that bit of affection that always seemed to make your nerves ease, even if it was just a little.

You bit your lip deeply after a short sigh out. With a gentle pull on the pinkish skin, you tasted copper against your tongue, although there was no red. Taylor tilted her head just enough to see you.

When she sees the smallest tatter on the skin, a soft breath escapes her, and she reaches up carefully to brush her thumb over your lip so your instincts let it go.

Taylor was patient. You knew it. She always was. But you felt like no words could escape your mouth—like your brain had gotten that overload to where it would just shut down, and none of it was for you to blame because you did want to speak. So, you only frowned, looking to her shoulder in guilt.

You stayed there in decision for just a moment, but it didn't take long for you to grab your phone again.

It unlocked once the password was put in, and you held it out for her take. It was still in the same app as you left it earlier.

She looked at you, then your phone, only getting more concerned, but her hand carefully took it from your hold to see what it was. As soon as her eyes land on the screen, she realized that it was a post from one of your friends.

"Probably having fun," you mumbled out beside her, having gone to curl up and hug your legs once more. She scrolls down further, seeing the caption and the date that it was posted on, which was just an hour or two ago.

She blinked, trying to process it, but it didn't take her long. Her expressions soon soften, and she let her shoulders lower when she's picked all the pieces of the unspoken puzzle. "...Oh...baby," she breathed out, looking at you again.

Her arms brought you closer again, giving you warmth as she put the phone back down. Meredith was purring beside you both, despite the emotional rise.

"Did they...ever...tell you? Or ask?" Taylor looked down at you, and you didn't capture her eyes, but she definitely saw the small little sadness in your pupils, both because of whats happened, and the branches of overthinking going on in your mind.

You shook your head just a little, which causes a small quietness to cover over the both of you.

She only gazed at you with doubled care, if possible, and she moved to get more comfortable before opening her arms up for you.

"Come here..." she urged gently. You hesitated, but you couldn't really resist, going closer to feel the warmth that she provided, all as you hid into her chest.

"Just stay for a while."

She breathed slowly, lowering herself more to rest herself against your hair.

It was just that. Taylor holding you for a quiet moment, giving a pause and break from all the emotional things going on. It felt like she could take away all your problems by just...being her. Being with you.

You closed your eyes at the rush of the warm aid to your feelings, and you had to tighten your embrace just a little more in reponse.

"...It's okay," she whispered. Her lips brushed just ever so slightly at your ear as she glides up for a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"...I know, it's difficult, seeing that. And it's not something you can just...brush away and forget." You let her words drift in your mind, processing, but you couldn't really figure out how to say anything back.

You didn't need to, anyway. The way she held you was enough for words to be far from the true comfort touch could give.

A pause goes by. She leans back, then put her finger right below your chin, wanting you to look up at her. "But you should know...you didn't do anything to make them pull back. If you didn't get invited, thats on them, not you."

You sighed out softly, eyes traveling down. "I don't know...I just...maybe they thought I get overwhelmed way too many times, so they just thought...not telling me would make it less complicated, or...or worse, they forgot."

She searched your face, trying to see everything held back under the surface. "Baby...it was a little mean of them for not telling you. And if they did think about it...some kind of acknowledgement would have been better too. Gentle acknowledgement."

"Like, anyone with half the logic I have, would realize that acting casual and going quiet is bad, but posting it on instagram, when knowing full well that you could see their posts?" She shook her head in a small frustration for you.

For a while, there was quietness, and Taylor was taking your last reason into consideration next. Not that she really needed to, as the answer could be obvious for anyone.

"And if they forgot...then I don't know if they're really counted as your close friends, sweetheart," Taylor whispered, giving you that gentleness thats always needed when saying such words, and your eyes flickered to her. Although filled with hurt, there was a certain knowing look in your expressions.

"But what if its not intentional?" you tried to reason, to think of it in another perspective in a way to help your mind. Which, was slowly getting caught up in clusters of messes.

She sighed softly, her expressions softening along with her words. "Okay...there's multiple of them, right?" she asked. You hesitated, but gave a small, gentle nod.

"At least one of them should have cared enough to ask, or just speak up and tell you about it," she said, her hand carefully going up, and brushing your hair with her fingers. You thought it through, then slumped a little into her as the words started to register.

She felt your fingers furling into her shirt. You were closing your eyes as if it could make it any better. "It's just...like...I...wish I wasn't like this, Tay." You looked up to catch her gaze, eyes vulnerable. The words were spilled out slow, but fast at the same time, mixed with hesitation, and wanting to get it all over with.

Your lips tightened. "Like, what if I'm just gonna be this...stupid sensitive thing that everyone always sees? I don't fit...parties. I never did," you say, tumbling it all out completely like it didn't seem to be the most offensive thing if someone else had spewed that out to you.

Taylor swallowed gently, then slowly shook her head. "...No..." she whispered back, and as much as it was quiet, her voice held genuine firmness enough to be holding you together.

"Baby, no..." the next words were breathed out, and she pulled you even closer, leaning in for a soft kiss on your temple.

"Listen. You are not...a 'stupid sensitive thing', you are a person. You have a beautiful mind, and it needs the care that most people don't...seem to want to acknowledge." Her words made you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

She takes a deep breath in, sighing out as she leaned back. "Do you wanna know what I think?" Her blue eyes caught on yours once again. Her fingers were splayed out on your back, but not gripping the fabric like you were with her shirt. You were waiting. She was willing to give it all to you. The perspective she had, and the tenderness in her care.

"I think...that you love the quieter, and simpler moments," she whispered, her free hand pushing back some of your hair. "And I think thats...perfect already, for who you are." A gentle touch was felt when her hand goes back down, resting on your knee.

You couldn't help it. Her voice was reaching out easily to you, and through the battle of your mind, it was all going down already. But in the moment, you looked down, finding her palm to trace the light lines upon it.

She tilts her head, a small smile curving her lips when she noticed, but she continues. "...I know your brain might not like it, and it might fight with it just because you think you should like more entertaining things...but sweetheart, your heart is already content with comfort, and definitely prefers it a whole lot more."

You bit your lip, but didn't do any damage this time, your hand turning into a loose fist against her palm. "But I don't wanna be careful." She felt the brush of your knuckles, and her hand simply held it, embracing in the language of hands. A hug, without arms wrapped around bodies.

"I know...but thats what you need," she whispered back, glancing to your hand, and she unfurls your fingers to slip hers through, intertwining, before looking back at you to keep eye contact again.

"Thats what you deserve. Gentleness. Care. And why would I ever want you to be left feeling overwhelmed?" she asked. yoirs shoulders went down slightly in defeat of your body.

Her face softens. "It's not fun when you see me being overwhelmed over work, right?" Your brain clicked in her point, and there was that look of realization that she's been trying to reach.

"No..." your voice was small, but either way, she still heard it, and saw the way your lips moved in admittance, which had her breathing out in gentle relief.

"Exactly, baby," she murmured, leaning in close so she could brush your noses in a gentle nuzzle for making it through the hard part.

You didn't want to say it, add in another thing, but it bubbled up your throat to go past your lips. "...But...I...I just...ruin it for you when we do go to parties."

Her look didn't contain any frustration, or anger at the added in worry, but just more worry and affection instead. She shook her head gently, insistently almost, and her eyes were sweet in love and care.

"I know you can get overwhelmed really easily. Okay? But listen, you could never. ruin. a single. thing." Your lips were parting to speak up, but her finger gently stopped you before you could.

"I'm not done, shhh..." You giggled, just ever so slightly, and her heart lightened at the small sound of joy. "You're my whole...entire world. Above anything else, you're my priority."

"It doesn't matter if you feel like you wanna cry, or hide away, or just have some spot to sit at. You can have all that, and I'll always be here to hold your hand, or to just hold you exactly like this," she says, having brought you up to her chest all over again, even tighter this time, feeling like a teddy bear hugging you.

She kissed the top of your head. "You deserve a break whenever you need it, baby. It doesn't make you any less of a human being. In fact it only makes you more, okay? Because yes, of course, some of these people can go through these parties somehow, and I can too, but it doesn't mean I haven't gotten overwhelmed myself either."

She was going into a ramble of her own really, but you simply listened, in admiration, and trying to get it all engraved in your mind.

A sigh left her lips as she caught her breath for a moment. "It's something thats...normal. It doesn't seem like it, and for some reason other people don't think it is. But...everyone always has their own levels of sensitivities to certain things."

You leaned into her more, burying your face into her chest, and finding home somewhere near her collarbone, steady with the feel of her heartbeat.

She rests her cheek against your hair, nearly squishing herself against you as her fingers trailed down your spine. "...We don't have to go to parties...you know? There's other things we could do."

"Like us, cuddling right now...there's no need for all the...loud and fun thingies," she murmured, giving a small squeeze, and you let out a small giggle at the end of her sentence.

She joined in with a small smile and a chuckle herself, nuzzling into your neck, but pulling back afterwards. Her hands go up to cup your face, holding you like you were something precious.

"I...see you as the most...kind, loving soul...and thats exactly why I love you," she whispered. Your eyes reflected the absolute affection that she had in hers.

"I also love that side of you that needs the special care it craves, and I want to give it the gentleness it deserves." Now you know why you fell for her in the first place. Her absolute adorable way of loving you, and her need to reaffirm that one thought in her mind that seemed to always linger.

"...Thank you..." you said it under your breath, your words faltering slightly in the midst of an emotional burst your heart just got from whatever magic she put.

"I love you so much." You leaned into her, mumbling, and nuzzling into her hands that held your face.

She giggled, about to practically melt at the sight and the soft touch. She goes closer, brushing her lips first before capturing you into a sweet kiss. "...I love you too."

It lingers, even as you both pull away, and her hands slip to go loosely by the nape of your neck. You could still feel the warmth and softness of her lips.

She looked into your eyes. Not analyzing, not searching, just seeing the shine in them that she always loved to see whenever you were in moments like this.

"You know what?" she says suddenly. You gazed, curiosity striking up to fill your senses at her change of tone for a possible idea.

"We can do something better. Better than...partying, or hanging out with random people, friends of friends. We can have our own fun, sweetheart." A smile was growing on her face, getting bigger and showing her cute teeth with one that had gotten chipped just the smallest bit. She was planning on getting it fixed. You remember.

When you reel your mind back from the distraction so you could sink back into reality, you hear the last of her sentence; "And it doesn't even have to be anything crazy, it can still be fun even with some calmness."

You raised your eyebrows, in question of what exactly she had in mind, and she grinned.

"So...how about...we get off of this couch...and go to our room, and play some Minecraft with you sitting right in my lap? So I can cuddle and kiss you without leaning over to my side..." she suggests, and if the idea of the scene wasn't enough for her, the way your face lit up at it was even more of a love attack to her heart.

Then, you looked down to the cat beside you both, who's either been listening in on the conversation, or napping. "Can we bring Meredith...?"

She giggles wholeheartedly, her head gently tilting as she did. "Yes, we can bring Meredith, baby..."

You silently cheered on the inside, the big smile on your face showing it all as you carefully picked the cat up and stood, bringing Taylor with you by your other hand.

She didn't mind it at all, and loved how fast you agreed to simply play a video game with her.

Your shared footsteps on the wooden flooring was gentle, albeit with some creaks sounding out, it only showed that the house was lived in by the two of you.

As soon as you arrived, you carefully hand Meredith over to Taylor, who blinked, having taken her from you out of instinct. But she saw the excitement visible from you.

She watched you with affection in her gaze, and moved to sit down on the bed, getting comfortable by the center of the pillows, and set down Meredith beside her.

You turned on the tv with the remote, then grabbed the controllers for both of you, and you soon joined her on the bed.

The console turned on with a gentle beep once you pressed the main button on your controller, and you leaned into Taylor with a soft sigh.

She tilted her head, but then smiled as she gently pulled you in, bringing you up to settle in her lap, and your lips parted in surprise.

Then a small, light blush overtook you as you glanced at her over your shoulder. She stifled a small giggle, having kept her promise from earlier that you had either forgotten, or hesitated on accepting.

You decided to have Meredith in your lap too, practically looking like some three layer cake stacked on each other. Taylor smiled widely, reaching over to hold you, and at times petting Meredith.

You went through the games on the homescreen before eventually finding Minecraft, just like she suggested, and you leaned your back against her front as the game loaded up.

She connected her own controller, feeling the textured joysticks and getting herself familiar to the controls again.

Once you've made a new world, you used the splitscreen mode so she could join, and you soon saw her character ingame.

She had a skin that looked exactly like her, although wearing overalls, and shoes that matched your skin's.

You both started gathering wood, and all the materials needed for a house when you found a beautiful little spot for it. Of course, not forgetting to grab beds for the mobs spawning in the nighttime.

It was all going well, and you even had a nether ruin portal nearby with only one block missing, which was in the chest. An easy access to the underworld.

You had adventured out a little, finding biomes all around and collecting different types of wood for the house until you were content. There were villages with cats that Taylor was already taming, and a swamp with a witch's hut.

You were up tall on the walls of your shared house as you built, carefully crouching your character, and Taylor was sorting out the items in the chest.

She had already told you that she was planning on going mining when she spots something out the front of your home.

"Oh my god, baby, look," she urged, having stopped on her journey out as she heard a sound and looked up.

You hummed, turning your view to where Taylor was looking ingame, then blinked at the sight. "When did we have a frog here?" you asked, seeing it making itself home right at the path of your house.

"I think you left it, from when you were going to make that farm thing?" She responded in question, unsure as she was trying to remember back from the hour before.

The random situation clicked in your brain, and you relaxed into her. "Ohhh...right, to get the froglight blocks...oops."

"The frog kinda took froglights too literally..." Taylor mumbled gently, as the frog was standing atop the lamppost you had done together. It looked all high and mighty, and you laughed.

She giggled softly too, and that made the cat in your lap open its eyes in curiosity of the slight shaking. Or, it thought you two were purring cats of your own.

"Okay, I'm gonna go mining now..." Taylor murmured, continuing to walk away, and you took a peek.

"Stay safe, baby," you noted, continuing your building as you do. There were meows within the game, and that had Meredith staring at the screen.

Taylor leaned forward, giving a soft kiss to the side of your head. "Love you," she whispered. You flushed gently, feeling your shoulders go ever so slightly upwards at the sudden affection.

"Love you too...and I'm still right next to you. You're not going mining in real life," you said to her, looking at her eyes. They had their corners crinkled, adorably mixed in with her nose scrunched up too.

"I know, I just wanted to kiss you." She leaned in closer. You had an even wider smile than before, giggling as you meet her in a sweet kiss upon the lips.

When you pulled away, she rested her chin on your shoulder, adorable and comfortable there. You both had gone on to your own tasks, and a quiet peacefulness settled in the atmosphere.

She was travelling the dark caves until—"Oh my god!!?" she exclaimed. Your eyes went to her side of the screen, and a large gasp came from your mouth as you saw her getting blown up by a creeper.

The death message came up, and you blinked at first, but then bursted into fits of giggles, laughter sparkling up the area and her heart like none other.

She joined in giggling beside you, all while pressing respawn to go quickly retrieve her stuff back before it could disappear.

"Gosh, these creepers..." she murmured out softly, sighing as she tries to make her way back to whichever cave she let herself wander into.

You heard another explosion, but nearby the house this time, which could only mean that she had gotten another creeper attack.

You had to resist from laughing again as you saw her staring up at you in the game, catching your gaze. Somehow she hadn't died. "Baby...are you okay??"

"Yeah! Yes...just...I have a creeper curse now. Which is great, exactly what I wanted for mining...three of them jumped from behind me!" she says, rambling slightly.

"Light up the place more, sweetheart. And get a shield, if you haven't..." You let one of your hands trail down to her arm to give a comforting rub, and she pouted.

"I have...they just come out of nowhere!" You could see the shape of her lips in the corner of your eye, above your shoulder still, and you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Well...they are called creepers..." you whispered, the old pun within the sentence being very obvious, and she laughed softly once again. "Shush..."

Little gentle sounds played as she picked up her items again, getting them secured into her inventory. "Our iron and diamonds are safe, thankfully."

You cheered gently, and finished up the last of the house you were building. She was coming back, running across the grass and grabbing some food for the both of you in the midst of it.

Once she arrived, she saw the house that you've been working on, and stayed admiring it for a moment. "That house looks beautiful, baby," she whispered near your ear.

You smiled softly, feeling your heart warm up at her compliment. "Thank you...I need some good boots though, I keep falling."

She gave a soft kiss somewhere on your skin. "Yes, you love falling while building. I'll get you some. Enchanted too, maybe..." she murmured, trailing off. She was wanting to give you the best of gifts, and you had to catch your heart from entirely bursting.

By the hours that passed, and a mealtime going by too, you two soon had the tv off, bodies in comfy clothing, and you were settling into bed for the night.

You went in first, getting comfortable on the soft mattress. Taylor joins in slowly behind you, laying down on her side of the pillows, even if it didn't matter, since you both would always get in each other's sides, cuddling.

Her arms circled themselves around your waist, and she pulls you closer. You turned around so you could see her.

It was gentle as you leaned in, breathing in her scent and burrowing yourself into her. She felt that fuzzy, gentle feeling within her, her nose brushing against your hair in the meanwhile.

With a breath, you adjusted yourself more, deciding to rest your cheek against her chest. For a bit, you tilt your head up to catch her gaze down on you, and you search her eyes with carefulness. "...Do you know how much I appreciate you?"

A smile grew upon her lips, and she moved to intertwine your legs below. "Maybe now I do...but I kind of see it every day. When you kiss me...or look into my eyes..." she whispered.

This was as close as you could possibly be with her, all warm and snuggled up. She then went to give your nose a small, tiny little boop. "And I'm just as grateful to have you, sweetheart..."

Your heart was full of what the sunshine would feel like in the mornings, and you took in the moment, simply going quiet again and cuddling.

It was the time to fall to slumber. Definitely. But you were only blinking, eyes open, and even if you let them fall to a close, it would be pointless. A staring contest with the darkness without drifting away.

And so, a gentle sigh escapes you. "Tay..." you whispered, and that made you have her loving attention once more.

"Mmn?" she responded, having been gently running her hands through your hair. The cats weren't in bed this time around. It was just you, and her, and nothing else.

"...I dunno if I can sleep," you murmured, looking up at her once more. There was just that second of admiring her, to feel the rise and falls of her chest for just a bit.

She hums softly in thought, hands mindlessly gliding down to your arm. "What do you wanna do then?"

"...Sleep..." you responded back, in that sleepy tone she loved. She giggled, hugging you closer. "I know, baby. I mean, do you wanna...watch a movie...talk...or...?"

"Mmn." You gently squished your cheek against her slightly, and Taylor could feel the small pressure on her chest.

Then, you breathed in softly. "Can you...um...will yooouu..." your word was elongated in both hesitation and trying to find the right way of saying it, fingers fiddling with the fabric of her shirt.

She waits patiently, her lip caught in her teeth ever so gently, and there was a small raise in her brows.

You took a deeper breath next. "Can you maybe, sing to me? Maybe?" the words spilt out soon enough, and Taylor gazed down at you to see the glimmer in your eyes that had hopes and nerves.

"You don't have to, its just..." you shook your head, a sigh escaping as you hug her closer again.

She goes to gently pause you before you could speak any further. "Baby...of course I'll sing for you," she easily said.

"Do you know how cute you are?" Taylor whispered, stifling a small, sweet laugh, and a warm blush was making its way up your cheeks.

She shifted slightly to get more comfortable, her cheek against the pillow while parts of her skin also brushed against your hair still. "Mmn...what are some lullabies I know of..."

You waited patiently, not wanting to push, but also hoping for one thing. Just one special thing.

The air in the room was gentle, and it was quiet. Only the AC had a small noise, and her breaths were right next to you.

Then, she smiles, giving you that softest, most comforting look that she always had. She didn't take long. A starting was slowly coming around, and her humming rose up quietly in the hushed room.

"...I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go." she whispered, the gentle melody in her voice following along.

She had her hands moving gently, fingers going to thread through your hair like it was her second nature to do, and most times, it was.

"When all those shadows almost killed your light..."

"I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone'..."

"But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight." You could hear her heartbeat to where you were at her chest, and it was matching in tenderness of the music.

"Just close your eyes..." She went to have her hand hovering right above your forehead, gliding down gently to make you close your eyes, and you giggled. It made her falter her singing slightly to join you in a small, quiet chuckle, but she continues.

"The sun is going down...you'll be alright." You nuzzle more into her, letting out a sigh in relief. Her hand travels to your back, and she sneaks in a sweet kiss to your forehead with her very own nuzzle.

"No one can hurt you now."

"Come morning light..."

"You and I'll be safe...and...sound." Once the chorus goes down, her voice goes back down to a hum, and it was working. The drowsiness was settling in.

"Don't you dare look out your window, darlin', everything's on fire..."

"The war outside our door keeps ragin' on..."

"Hold on to this lullaby." You could feel your eyes starting to get droopy, and it was getting difficult to keep yourself awake just to hear her sing.

But by the time you closed your eyes again, there was no resisting in surrendering yourself over to the peaceful slumber.

"Even when the music's gone..." She looks down, a small raise of affection in her lips as she notices. "Gone..."

Then, she starts humming softly, following the gentle melody she remembers from the many times she's played it, both to you, to an audience, and when she first produced the song. But the most points that had gotten the record on that song, was you. And she adored it just as much as you did.

She does so until she decides its long enough of a melody for your mind to be at peace, and your gentle expressions showed so.

Only her breaths sounded out next, and she was closing her eyes, too. She was content with being intertwined with you, feeling your body's warmth like the light of the sun.

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Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Red Right Hand. Orange Crush. Mellow Yellow. Green Light. Blue Ain't Your Color. The Indigo Streak. Violet Chemistry.

ROY G. BIV

The theme for this event is: Somewhere Over the Rainbow:

So, for this challenge, pick any song that features a color of the rainbow either in the title or lyrics and make something that is inspired by that song. Here's a playlist to help get you started.

Now, I'm not gonna get all up in your color wheel. You want to use Purple Pills instead of Violet Hill? Want to go with Taylor Swift's Maroon instead of her Red? Go for it!

This event runs between June 8th-14th, 2025.

You can interpret the prompt any way you'd like, as long as you've focused on one or more members of Corroded Coffin and a song that features a color of the rainbow.

GUIDELINES:

Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them!

The word count guidelines for this challenge are for fics between 500-2500 words. Your entries must be posted on the correct color day of the event. (And let us know what song you used!)

You'll get a comment from this blog with a "🌈" when it's been checked and added to the queue.

Submissions can be connected to other prompts from the pop-up, but they should still be able to stand alone.

Feel free to use the ao3 collection after you've been reblogged here!

All submissions should include any pairings featured, a rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. All explicit material needs be under a cut. Headers make my life easier, and a sample of one could look something like this:

Prompt: Blue | Song: Blue Bayou | Word Count: 1250 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Relationships: None | CW: None | Tags: Corroded Coffin, On Tour, Thinking of the Past

For the artists! Art is definitely welcome! Any entries for the prompts must be focused on at least one Corroded Coffin pairing, a fit the prompt and guidelines.

Please submit your entries between 12:00 AM EST and 11:59 PM EST on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.

Taste the rainbow. 🌈

[thetorturedpoetsfest]

We're super excited to announce The Tortured Poets Fest, a Harry Potter themed fest centered around Taylor Swift's newest album! ✨

Calling all writers, artists, and video editors! Below are important dates, rules, and information you'll need to know if you'd like to join in with us. This fest is focused on The Tortured Poets Department — Taylor Swift's newest full-length album released on April 19, 2024.

This fest is open to ALL Harry Potter generations including Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen. All pairings are welcome!

We've also created a little community of participants on Discord to help with round tabling and creativity. We'd love if you joined us! This is an 18+ only fest.

⚡️ Timeline

Sign-Ups Open: April 22, 2024

Sign-Ups Close: May 20, 2024

Submissions Due: June 24, 2024

Posting Begins: July 1, 2024

🌙 Sign-Ups & Claiming

You must complete the Google Form for your sign-up as well as claim your choice of prompt on the AO3 collection.

You may only claim one prompt at a time. If you finish your prompt, you may claim an additional prompt, but you must submit your first prompt as per submission guidelines.

One song prompt can be claimed by multiple people (it's not first come, first serve). You can use a song in any way you like for inspiration — title, lyrics, vibes… You do not need to title your work after the song or use lyrics in any way if you don’t want to.

Collaborations are welcome! Collabs can be illustrated fics, multi-writer fics, multi-artist artworks, etc.

✨ Creating

All ships from all generations are welcome (Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen). This is not a ship-specific or generation-specific fest.

There is a minimum word count of 1,000 words for all submitted fics. For podfics, the recorded story should be a minimum of 1,000 words. There is no maximum for either fics or podfics.

Multi-chapter fics are allowed, but you must finish the first chapter of the fic by the submission deadline.

All works must be tagged appropriately! In light of the mental health topics alive and real in this album, please consider yourself, your fellow participants, and your readers when discussing any themes on mental health in your works.

🏛️ Posting

Posting will begin on July 1, 2024, and the schedule will not be publicly released.

If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask!

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From your Tortured Poets Mods — @imdamagecontrol @wolfpadx @lemonlans @heartsoncover @multiimoments and it's many helpful and incredible organizers who managed to put this whole fest together in a few days' time 🖤