#taylor swift imagines

[meltinglikeasugarcube]

Gp reader and taylor are in a relationship. Taylor decides to surprise reader by wearing the lover bodysuit for sex.

WARNING: THIS IS FILTHY!!!

Title: DO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?

Word Count: 2553

Pairing: Taylor Swift x G!P Reader

Rating: Explicit

The door shuts behind you with a thud that echoes too loudly in the silence. You peel off your coat and kick your shoes into the corner, your body moving like it’s done this a thousand times. The muscles between your shoulders throb from standing too long under artificial lights, smiling through conversations you barely registered.

Personal shopping was supposed to be a stepping stone. Something temporary. You never imagined it would become the entirety of your days. Now it’s all tight smiles and people too rich to speak in complete sentences, all of them clutching desires they don’t understand and expecting you to make sense of them. It’s not fashion. It’s customer service with better lighting. And today had been a particularly difficult day.

Taylor called earlier. Her voice helped, soft and certain, familiar in a way that made your throat tighten. You tried to sound okay. She didn’t buy it. Of course she didn’t. You know she heard it in your voice, the cracks you couldn’t disguise.

You end up on your living room floor, staring up at nothing. The version of you that used to thrive under pressure, who could improvise a runway fix with a single safety pin and a borrowed belt, feels distant. You don’t hate who you’ve become. But you don’t recognize her, either.

You don’t hear the door open at first. The sound is too soft, swallowed by the noise in your head. But then it clicks shut, and your body jolts upright.

You weren’t expecting anyone.

Your heart kicks like a warning. You scramble to your feet, still groggy from lying on the floor too long, the fabric of your clothes wrinkled and sticking in places they shouldn’t. You turn the corner, every nerve braced.

Taylor is standing in your doorway.

No warning. No text. Just her, glowing like something conjured from a memory that never quite left you alone.

Your mouth falls open. You blink, but she doesn’t disappear. She smiles; real, quiet, impossibly present.

Your breath leaves you in a stutter.

“Oh my God.”

She takes a single step forward, and your body moves without thinking. You close the space between you in seconds, but when you’re inches from her, you stop, suddenly unsure if touching her will break whatever spell this is.

“You’re really here,” you whisper, voice barely holding together.

“I’m here,” she answers softly, her hands sliding up your arms. “Couldn’t stand it anymore.”

You shake your head, eyes stinging.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I did,” her tone cuts through whatever protest you thought you had. “I had to.”

She leans in and kisses you and it’s not tentative, not soft. A firm press, lips parted just enough, mouth warm and familiar. Your hands find her waist, and she sinks into your touch, her body flush against yours for the first time in far too long.

You don’t realize your hands are shaking until she pulls back and takes one in hers, lacing her fingers through yours, grounding you.

“I missed you,” you murmur, voice rough with restraint.

She nods. Her thumb brushes the inside of your wrist.

“I know, my baby, I know,” she tilts her head softly. “Me too. You have no idea how much.”

Your body wants to drag her to the floor and stay there for hours. But she has other plans; you can see it in her eyes, the flicker of something controlled, simmering just beneath the surface.

She leans in again, presses a kiss to your jaw, then your neck. Her voice drops.

“How long do we have?” you ask. She only has a small bag in her hand so you know she won’t be staying long.

“About two hours,” she mumbles sadly then sighs.

“You flew in just for—”

“For you,” she strokes your cheek with the back of her fingers. “God, you’re trembling.”

You feel yourself blush. She steps back, just enough to scan your face, her gaze slipping down your body and then back up. A look passes through her—something like decision. The mood shifts. She straightens.

“I have something I want you to see,” she says, voice suddenly low, more commanding. You raise your eyebrows. She presses a kiss to your temple. “Go to your bedroom, please.”

“Uh, why?” you ask, half-laughing, dazed.

She tilts her head, eyes heavy-lidded and unreadable.

“You’ll see.”

You look at her for another beat, trying to read her, but her expression is cool, composed. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, and back toward the bedroom, feeling the anticipation thick and electric, humming just beneath your skin.

You sit at the edge of the bed, hands between your knees, your pulse spiking in strange rhythms. You’re expecting food. Maybe a gift. Something small. Something comforting.

You’re wrong.

When she enters the room, she’s stripped down to one of her tour costumes—the pink and blue one that you love so much. Her legs look impossibly long, her skin glowing in the dim light.

You swallow hard.

She moves slowly, eyes never leaving yours, then kneels between your legs, her hands spreading your knees apart with gentle pressure. Her palms rest on your thighs. Her gaze drops to the bulge already forming beneath your jeans.

“I wear this one all the time ‘cause of you, you know?” she says, voice almost teasing, her hands moving to unbutton your fly.

You don’t respond. You can’t. The moment she drags the zipper down, your cock is nearly fully hard. She slides your jeans and briefs down enough to free you.

“Look at you,” she whispers. “Kept thinking of you on the flight here. Kept thinking of having you inside me.”

Her fingers wrap around your shaft and squeeze gently, base to tip. You suck in a breath as she strokes once, twice, then leans in and presses her tongue to the head, lapping at the precum like it’s nothing. Her eyes stay on yours as her lips part and she takes you into her mouth, wet heat wrapping around you inch by inch.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hand finding her hair. “Taylor…”

She hums around your length, and the vibration makes your knees twitch. Her tongue swirls, tracing the underside, then she sinks lower, her lips sliding down until you feel the back of her throat constrict around you. Your hips jerk, and she lets it happen. She pulls back, her mouth wet, her lips shiny with spit.

“You don’t have to hold back,” she murmurs. “I can take it.”

You groan, breath stuttering as she dives down again. You thrust up, slowly at first, then harder. She relaxes her throat, takes you deep, her hands gripping your thighs for balance. You can feel the mess on her chin, your cock thick and slick from her mouth.

Just before you come, she pulls back again, breathing hard, saliva connecting her bottom lip to your shaft.

“No,” she says, voice ragged. “Not yet. I need it inside me.”

“Tay—”

She stands and peels off the bodysuit in one motion. Nothing underneath. Her breasts bounce free, nipples pink and stiff, her stomach taut, her thighs gorgeous. You don’t even have time to react before she climbs into your lap.

“I’m sorry if I’m like a dog in heat,” she murmurs, pressing her slick cunt against your cock, grinding slow. “I’m losing my mind. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

A half-laugh escapes you, breathless.

“I don’t see any cons about that.”

Then she lowers herself, slowly, letting your length press between her folds. She rubs against you in long, teasing drags, her slickness coating every inch. The head of your cock catches at her entrance over and over, but she doesn’t let you in yet. Her breasts sway with each movement, her mouth falling open, eyes glazed.

On the fifth stroke (or maybe the sixth, you lose count) she lines you up, takes a breath, and sinks down.

You both moan. Her heat engulfs you inch by inch. She moves slowly, until she’s seated fully in your lap. You feel everything, the squeeze, the twitch, the pulse. You grip her waist hard enough to leave marks.

“So tight,” you groan into her neck.

She whimpers, her hands braced on your shoulders as she begins to move. Her hips roll in circles, building rhythm from nothing, finding the pace that makes you grunt low and helpless beneath her. She throws her head back, her back arching in a fluid curve, riding you in deep, gliding thrusts.

“You feel… so… fucking… good,” she pants, each word syncing with a slow grind down. You dig your fingers into her waist, guiding her faster.

“I’m not going to last,” you warn, unable to stop yourself.

“Don’t pull out,” she whispers near your ear, her breath hot.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I need to feel you dripping out of me,” she gasps. “I need to feel you all day, knowing you want me…”

“I want you so badly,” you shiver, trembling beneath her. “I wish I could stay inside you forever.”

“Yeah?” she mumbles, her pace quickening.

“This right here,” you manage, voice guttural, “is what I was made for, I’m sure.”

Taylor lets out a breathless giggle and you thrust up hard. Her hands brace against your chest as your rhythm turns frantic. The room is filled with wet sounds, skin against skin, and the rising whine of her voice.

She tightens around you, back arching again as she comes with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching in pulses. You’re seconds behind. You slam into her one last time and come hard, deep inside her, holding her still while you empty yourself with ragged moans. She stays with you through it, her body shaking, head buried in your neck.

After, you lie back, still joined, your hands smoothing over the sweat on her spine.

She lifts her head, cheeks flushed, eyes soft.

“Are you feeling better now?” she whispers.

You laugh loudly and roll your eyes.

“Am I feeling better now?” You say it in the same tone she used. “I’m killing myself when you leave.”

[swiftalchemy]

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut

warnings: smut, oral(r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), thigh/knee riding(r!receiving), fem!reader

summary: Taylor wasn't expecting you at her show, as you had dinner planned with your parents. But, in a turn of events when your dad gets the flu, you buy a dress to surprise her with at her concert. After that, she can't keep her hands off you.

word count: 4.2k

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Taylor frolicked around the stage, her body boneless as she flowed like wind. It was muscle memory at this point, the way she moved. 

You weren’t meant to show up at tonight's show, you had a dinner with your family, since she was touring in your hometown. But, your dad got the flu earlier this morning, so they cancelled on you and said they’d arrange something soon. So, without telling Taylor, you bid her goodbye, telling her you were meeting up for dinner, when you went shopping.

Your eyes scanned the racks, trying to decide on a dress for tonight's show. Finally, one caught your eye, a dark red one. Red was Taylor’s favourite colour, and as soon as you tried it on, you knew she would love it. You bought the dress, went home to get ready, and headed straight to her concert. 

You knew she was about an hour in already, and when you showed up, they let you into the VIP tent. 

Taylor was halfway through a song, one that was an earlier release, and from a previous album. As she went on, singing as she swayed back and forth, she scanned the stage and saw you in the VIP tent. Her eyes lit up.

She had to keep her cool, but she was screaming internally, ecstatic to see you there. She sang the words to you, a smile present on her face, a soft light blush appearing on her cheeks.

She kept going as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but every time she got a chance, she would look over at you, grinning every time. She even messed up a few times, giggling a bit at herself every time she glanced back at you and caught your eye.

She tried to be subtle, but her movements were a bit more exaggerated, the way she moved her hips being more obvious now. She knew that every movement, every wink, every sway, was driving you absolutely insane.

She wrapped up the song soon, breathing heavily. It was the last song of the night, and she was still riding the high from the start to finish. She was still a little out of breath from moving on the stage.

"Thank you guys for coming out tonight, you guys are so amazing."

The band played and gave it their very all as her and all her backup dancers and singers exited the stage for their final time tonight.

As soon as it hit the very second she walked backstage, her breathing steadied, her face flushed from the adrenaline. She took a few seconds to regain herself after all the excitement, and she saw you waiting.

Taylor's eyes widened when she saw you, her heart fluttering as she saw the state you were in. Not only were you already perfect, but in the dress you had picked, she could barely keep herself from screaming and jumping on you right then and there.

“What are you doing here!” she shrieked in excitement as she ran over towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She held you tight, pressing her body into yours as she buried herself in you. She looked down at the dress you were wearing, her lips parting. She was struggling to keep her breath steady as she took in the sight of you, her hands gently moving to your hips.

“You look…” she breathed, licking her lips as her eyes raked your body. Taylor was biting her lip already, trying to contain herself. “You look so good, you know I love you in red.” Her hand slid across your chest, her fingers trailing down to your hips. 

“Hmm why thank you…” you responded to her, interlocking your fingers with hers.

“I have half a mind to drag you to the nearest closet and show you just how much I love this dress.” she purred, her chest just inches from yours, her body flush against you.

“Well, we can’t have you doing that, can we?” you giggle to her “How about you get all packed up for the night, and we’ll go back to the hotel, yeah?” you propose the idea.

She sighs, knowing you’ve got a point, but can’t help feeling like a spoiled child when you tell her no. “Fineeee.” She drags out the syllable in such a dramatic fashion, before she steps away from you, giving you the perfect view of her from behind, as she starts to pack her things up into her bag.

As she stuffs her things away, Taylor turns to look at you, her eyes once again falling upon the dress. Her heart fluttered. After a few moments, she was done packing, her bag in one her as she took you by the hand.

As soon as she pulled you close to her, she was gripping your hips, her eyes moving from your lips to your eyes, over and over again, her thoughts clouded with you.

“Let’s goooo” you say in a sing-song like voice, tugging her hand towards the exit. As you two made your way out from underneath the stage, the remaining crowds in the stands cheered. She gave them a wave and a sweet smile, thanking them once again for coming to her show. You two ran towards the car, fingers intertwined, as you leaped into the backseat.

Taylor was sitting as close as she could get to you, her body pressed against yours. She kept a tight grip on your hand, her thumb running over your knuckles. It was obvious that she was still struggling to keep her breathing steady, the excitement from the show, and her desire for you, clearly still consuming her.

She leaned her head on your shoulder, her breath hot on your skin as she nuzzled into your neck, a soft whimper escaping her lips. One of her hands slipped around your waist, sliding up and down, gently caressing your hip, her legs crossing over one another as she tried to distract herself.

“It’s only a few minutes, Tay…” you attempt to sooth her.

She groaned in annoyance at your words, even though she knew they were true. She was never very good with patience, and she always got worked up like this after a show, this was no different.

“A few minutes is forever when I just want to get you alone.” she whined, her hand gripping your hip a bit tighter.

She gently pressed open mouthed kisses to your collarbone and neck, as best she could while moving in the car, her breathing hot and ragged. She wasn’t thinking straight right now, all she could think about was the feeling of your body against hers, and how badly she just wanted to be with you.

“Tay…” you breathlessly say out as the driver pulls into the hotel where you two are staying.

As soon as your car comes to a stop, Taylor is throwing the door open. She gives the driver a quick thank you, before she’s grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car with her, her pace quick as she practically drags you through the lobby and into the elevator.

The elevator seems to move slower than normal, and Taylor’s patience is growing shorter and shorter with each passing second. Her hand is gripping yours hard, her eyes trained on you. She’s biting her lip again, the elevator ride suddenly seeming like an unbearable wait for her. “Come on, come on…” she mumbles under her breath, the elevator’s speed not nearly fast enough for her right now.

As soon as the elevator doors open, Taylor is practically pulling you out into the hallway and towards your room. She has the key ready, fumbling with the door for a few moments, before it finally opens, and she's pulling you into the room with her, shutting the door behind her with a thud.

As soon as the door closes, she’s already on you, shoving you up against the door, her arms on either side of you, pinning you in place. Her breathing is harsh and ragged, her eyes raking up and down your body, taking in every last inch of you in that dress.

“Did you buy this just for me?”

“Only bought it so you could take it off,” you tease with a shrug of your shoulders, referencing a lyric of hers.

Taylor’s lips parted, her gaze darkening as she took in your words. A smirk appeared on her face, and she moved forward, her body pressing up against yours. Her hand found your hip, grasping at the red fabric of the dress, her hand slowly gliding up and down your body.

“Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than just take it off.”

She leaned in close, her mouth hovering just millimeters from yours, her hand gripping your hip hard enough to dig her nails into you. “I’m gonna ruin this dress.” She whispered, her eyes falling on your lips, her own mouth curling into a smirk.

Without another word, her mouth was on yours, hungrily. It was like she couldn’t get enough of you, like she couldn’t get you close enough. The kiss was needy and messy, a clear sign of how badly she wanted you right now. Her body was pressed flush against yours, her tongue sliding over your lip desperately.

Her hands slid up and down your body, her fingers digging into your skin, desperate for the feeling of flesh on flesh. She’s letting out little whimpers into the kiss, her body flush against yours, her hips grinding against you subtly, the action an attempt to relieve some of the need building in her body.

She finally pulls away, her breathing heavy, her eyes darting all over your face, taking in every inch of you. Her hands keep moving, running down your sides, fingers slipping under the dress to gently caress your thighs. Her voice is low and shaky when she finally speaks.

“You have no idea how insane you drive me, how much I need you right now.”

“Well I’m not exactly saying no, am I?”

Taylor groans, her lips finding your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. Her fingers curled tighter into the fabric of the dress as her mouth works down your neck, leaving little marks here and there. She bites down just enough to get a soft moan out of you, gently sucking the spot she just bit to make a mark.

Taylor grabs your hand, yanking you off the door, and pulls you over towards the bed. She pushes you down, the backs of your knees meeting the edge of the bed as your legs give way, and she straddles you, her hands running down your body.

She leans down, her mouth by your ear, and her hands continue to trail down, moving to the hem of the dress. She’s tracing the edge of it with her fingertips, a smirk on her face.

She’s taking her time, knowing full well how much it’s driving you crazy. Every touch of her hands feels like fire against you, the way her fingers just gently graze your skin sending a shiver up your body. She’s taking her time, and she likes it.

“God, this dress is too gorgeous on you.” she purrs, her hands slowly inching the dress up your thighs.

“I knew you’d like it…” you reply breathlessly.

She smiles, her hands gently gripping your thighs, her eyes trailing up the length of your body, admiring every inch of the dress.

“You always look amazing, but this…” she trails off, her voice shaky as she tries to find the words.

“This is driving me crazy.”

She’s slowly moving her hands up, the dress gathering around your waist. Her mouth is at your neck, kissing and biting the skin, her tongue working its way over you.

Taylor's fingers toy with the edges of lace panties she finds there, her hips grinding down into you subtly. Her lips find their way to yours again, her tongue slipping into your mouth as her hands continue to wander.

She can tell how badly you want her, how much you need her, but she wants to get you even more worked up. She takes her time, slowly moving the dress up your body just enough to expose your torso, her hands gently caressing the newly exposed skin.

“You’re so good to me, I need you so bad right now.” she murmurs into your neck, another small bite to the sensitive skin.

You hum intently into the kiss, feeling her everywhere, “Please,” you plead for her to do something. Anything.

Taylor’s hands grip your hips hard when you plead to her, her fingers digging into the bare skin, leaving red marks behind. Her breathing hitches, your begging getting to her just as expected.

“Please what?” she murmurs, her lips by your ear.

“You know exactly what.” you groan in frustration.

A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she hears your plea. She’s enjoying every second of this, the way you're begging for her, desperate for her to touch you. She knows exactly what you need, but she wants you to beg for it even more. She wants to drag this out.

"I want to hear you say it."

“Please touch me, Tay” you ask her.

Taylor's eyes darkened as the words left your lips. Her breath was heavy, her body flush against yours, her own need for you growing almost unbearable. She wanted to tease you some more, keep you on the edge, but when you begged her, she knew she couldn’t keep this up.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” she whispered, her mouth crashing into yours once more, hungrily.

Her hands slid up your body, sliding under the dress before her hand found its way to your chest, a gasp escaping your lips as her thumb ran over your hard nipple. 

Taylor was moving quickly now, knowing how desperate you were for her. She didn't want to make you wait any longer, not when she could hear the need in your voice, the way you were begging for her.

She pulled the dress up over your head and tossed it aside, her eyes immediately taking in the sight of you in nothing but lace panties and her favorite color.

“You look so pretty in red.” she murmured, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every inch of your body. Her hands found their way back to your inner thighs, her fingernails grazing the skin delicately.

She pressed her body flush against yours, one of her legs sliding between yours, her knee pressing up against you. She leaned down to whisper into your ear, her breath hot against your skin.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Oh, fuck…” you slightly moan as her knee presses against you, the much needed friction hitting you in the right place.

You nod frantically, “Yes, Taylor, please…” you respond to her.

A soft hum vibrates through her throat as she hears your words, hearing you needing her so badly was almost too much. Her mouth finds your neck, making her way down to your shoulder, her own breathing growing heavier.

“I love it when you ask so nicely.” She whispered against your skin, her knee pressing up even harder, making sure to get the perfect angle to make you moan for her.

She’s moving her mouth all over you, kissing and nipping at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. Her hands are moving with her mouth, her soft fingers dancing over your body, making you shiver.

Taylor’s knee is pressing up even more, desperate to hear more of those little moans escape your lips, wanting to hear just how bad you need her as badly as she needs you right now.

“Fuck, Tay” you whimper out, “Do more, please. Stop teasing.”

Taylor’s eyes darkened, hearing you beg for her to do more, to stop teasing you. How could she refuse when you were pleading for her like that, she didn’t want either of you to wait anymore.

“You want me to stop teasing?” she practically purred, her knee pressing against you even more, just to hear that cute little whimper out of you again before she finally gave in to your pleads.

She pushed you down even further onto the bed, her body leaning over yours, her hips slowly grinding down into you. She leaned down to your ear again, her hot breath falling over your skin as she began to speak, her voice low and hoarse.

“You want me to touch you? You want me to make you feel good?” her hand was running its way up your thigh again, higher and higher with each passing moment.

“Yeah…” you almost plead.

Taylor’s hand slips between your legs, her fingers playing gently over the lace of your panties, barely touching you. She’s just toying with you right now, hearing your pleading moans and whimpers, loving the way you’re under her, like you’re just at her mercy completely.

“Is this what you want?” she practically whispered against the skin of your neck, nipping it gently.

“Mhm…” you react to her touch.

Taylor’s touch gets a bit rougher, still gently tracing the edge of your lace panties, the thin fabric the only thing keeping her from touching you the way you really want her to, the way you’re practically begging her to do.

She loves seeing you like this, pleading for her, under her, completely at her mercy. Her hand finally slides underneath the lace, her fingers gliding gently over your skin, hearing the little whimpers as she teases you.

Her teeth graze your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, her tongue leaving little chills against you. Her fingers are working against you now, slipping through your slick folds, rubbing and pressing all the right places.

She loves being the cause of these soft little sounds, the moans and whimpers, the way your body is pressed against hers, writhing under her every touch. She can hear how badly you need her, and she’s just taking her time with you, enjoying how much she’s driving you crazy right now.

Her fingers press up against your clit, her touch rougher now, wanting to hear how much her touch is affecting you, hearing your little whimpers and moans.

Taylor’s watching every single reaction you make. The little gasps, the way your body is arching up into her touch, the way you’re moaning her name, she loves it. She loves seeing you come undone under her, it’s one of her favorite things. She’s relentless with her touch, her fingers rubbing and pressing against that sensitive little bud, desperate to make you come apart completely for her.

One of her fingers dips to trace your gaping hole, preparing you before slowly pushing one in. She curls it, hitting your wall just right.

You can practically feel her smile against your neck as she hears the sounds she’s pulling out of you. She loves hearing you moan for her, beg for her, the way you’re practically falling apart from her touch, how you’re practically at her mercy. You’re just exactly where she wanted you.

She slowly slides a second finger into you, her mouth gently nipping and sucking at your neck, her pace fast and deliberate, wanting you to get closer and closer.

“Shit!” you gasp as she adds the second finger, rutting your hips up into her hand, almost fucking yourself onto her.

Your little gasp and the way you grind your hips against her hand are almost too much for Taylor as her own body is aching, wanting to touch you everywhere, but she’s too focused on the way you’re falling apart for her right now.

“You like that?” she murmurs against your neck, her fingers curling and pumping into you, wanting to hear you moan for her more, needing to hear your pleading words.

“Yeah… you’re too good- fuck… to me, baby.”

Taylor’s lips find yours again, hungrily, kissing you fiercely as her fingers keep moving, pumping into you perfectly. She wants to make you feel good, she loves hearing how good she’s making you feel. The little gasps that are escaping your lips are just perfect to her.

She pulls her lips from your, her mouth by your ear as she whispered, “You’re all mine,” her fingers picking up the pace, wanting to hear you come undone for her.

Her head removes itself from your head, moving down your body. She reaches your panties, already pulled to the side, as she kitten licks your clit.

Taylor's tongue is working over you quickly, wanting to hear those moans and gasps fall from your lips. Her tongue knows just how to get you going.

Taylor’s grip on your thighs get tighter as she hears you moaning her name, loving just how good she’s making you feel. She’s working over your clit, her tongue hitting every sensitive place that makes your hips jerk up into her mouth.

She removes her mouth for a second, spitting on your pussy, then coming down and licking a flat stripe upon it. She flicks her tongue for a few seconds before puckering her mouth and sucking on your clit.

Taylor knows all of your weak spots, how to get you to fall completely to pieces with her tongue working over you, your moans and gasps growing louder by the second.

You hand darts out as you intertwine your fingers in her golden hair. Your hips rock against her fingers working inside of you and her mouth on your pussy, desperate to come.

Your fingers in her hair are sending tingles down Taylor’s spine, she loves how much you’re needing them everywhere on you right now, how you’re holding on to her, like you can’t get enough of her hands. She can hear you, she’s taking you right to the edge.

She can hear your breathing getting heavier, almost faster, the little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips between moans of her name, and it’s all she needs. She’s right there with you, so close to the edge, and all she needs is to hear you fall apart for her.

“Oh, fuck! Tay I’m so, so, so close! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop!” you pathetically whine out.

Taylor’s head dives back down between your legs, not stopping for anything. Her tongue is working over you, wanting to hear you come apart, needing to hear you come apart.

The grip of your fingers in her hair is getting tighter, and she can tell you’re right there, on the very edge, about to fall over, and she’s desperate to hear it, she’s desperate to hear her name falling from your lips as you come.

“Holy shit I’m gonna come…” you whip your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, her pace on you continuing to be relentless.

All Taylor can hear now is the sound of you moaning her name, desperate, pleading for her to continue as you’re right on the edge, about to come. Her pace is picking up, her hand gripped tight around your thighs, your legs beginning to shake just a little under her touch. She can hear you growing louder, the sound of her name falling from your lips just so beautiful to her.

“Tay!” you scream as you feel your legs start to shake more aggressively, your orgasm overtaking you.

Taylor’s eyes dart up to watch you fall apart. The sound of her name leaving your lips as you come is absolutely perfect to her, hearing and seeing just how good she’s made you feel, how the pleasure is overtaking you. You sound so beautiful like this, she loves every second of it. She slows down her fingers, still keeping her mouth on you, wanting to get every last moan she can out of you before she finally pulls away.

She’s gently kissing your inner thighs as she feels your body shaking, feeling the aftershocks as you slowly come down from your orgasm. She gently pulls her fingers from you, her lips making their way back up your body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses against your skin as she moves upward.

“Oh, fuck…” you say breathlessly, coming down.

Taylor's smiling against the skin of your neck with your words, still planting soft kisses all over your body. Her fingers trace delicately along your skin, feeling the way you shudder slightly with her touch. She's so happy knowing how good she's made you feel, she loves hearing you still trying to catch your breath.

Her lips finally reach yours, gently capturing them in a kiss, soft and sweet. Her hands are still on your skin, pulling your body closer to hers. She pulls away for a moment, her forehead resting against yours, her eyes closed, a soft smile on her face.

She’s enjoying this, being tangled up with you, just feeling you against her. There’s no rush, no need to do anything more right now. She’s happy just laying here with you, her fingers tracing circles lightly on your back, taking in the moment.

“So…” she starts, “You only bought the dress for me to take it off?"

[folkloreintime]

beg you on my knees to stay

Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut

warnings: smut, oral(r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), scissoring, fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: Taylor teases you before she goes on stage and finishes the job after.

A/N: happy kinktober lol

There was a flurry of people around you, but they paid you no mind as makeup artists hustled to fix a patch on Taylor’s face and stylists walked around her checking every inch of her costumes. You had watched this from afar many times, Taylor having been on tour for 3 months now but it never got old. It was like seeing her in her true element, the dedication and passion the whole team exuded was truly a marvel.

You caught Taylor’s eye and she winked at you, her blonde eyebrows raised as somebody applied her classic red lipstick onto her stunning mouth. You shyly smiled back and rested your hand on your chin and studied her.

Her hair was pin straight and had a deep golden, it cascaded down her shoulders like ripples of silk. The bejeweled body suit she wore had flecks of blue and pink jewels that shimmered when they caught the light, they cinched her waist and made her figure look like that of a model, curved and voluptuous. Her thighs were adorned with a pair of waxy tights that made her legs look shiny and long. She was absolutely perfect.

During your examinations you hadn’t realised that the room had cleared out and it was now just you and Taylor, alone. “Hey,” her blue eyes were pointedly fixed on you, “What are you thinking about?” She tipped her head playfully and curled her red lips. You looked down in embarrassment that she had caught u staring at her but how could you not?

“You look great, as always. But today? you look, so gorgeous.” You swallowed as your breath hitched waiting for her to answer. To say something, anything. You would have hanged on to every word. Instead she just stayed silent, striding towards you in a slow manner.

She sat down next to you her legs crossed at her ankles and turned to you. She kissed you, her lips moved over yours in a pout and you inched impossibly closer just trying to grasp at anything she could give you. Her hand moved to your jaw, digging her thumb into it, the pressure made you open your mouth and a small breath tumbled out.

Slowly, you shifted your hands to her waist, feeling the sharp jewels under your fingertips frustrated you. You huffed and she pulled back, but only for a moment until she started to caress just below your breast. “Please, Taylor.” You moaned and threw your head back allowing her more access to your skin as she nipped and bit at your neck leaving subtle red marks dotted around the taut skin.

One of hand trailed the length of your stomach, sliding closer and closer to your center while she kept the other firmly planted on your tits, pushing and caressing it with the palm of her hand. She hummed against your skin and undid the button of your jeans. Effortlessly, Taylor slid her hand between your legs to find your wetness waiting for her. You gasped as she lazily circled your clit, the pressure was so light you could barely tolerate it but she torturously kept the pace.

You were in bliss, feeling her lips on your shoulder, peppering kisses, her hands trailing your body and the desperation of her blazing skin touching yours. She began to speed up her machinations, intermittently pressing hard on your clit, smearing the wetness around with her fingers and in return you gave her mewls and groans of pleasure which fuelled her.

Suddenly, your broken out of your pleasurable stupor and you here a muffled voice, “They are ready for you in 5, Taylor.” It was the stage manager in her earpiece. Just as quick as she had came on to you she was off of you, leaving a distinct coldness and you felt like you could collapse into a puddle of sand as she left you high and dry. You watched her through bleak eyes as she fixed her lipstick in the mirror as if she hadn’t been maliciously teasing your orgasm out of you 2 seconds ago.

She left with a wink and the scent of her perfume still lingered as well as the feel of her on you when she left the room. You felt a twinge of disappointment as you turned your back to the live monitor of the stage in the room. The show was starting and you knew it would be a long time coming before you and Taylor could finish what you started so you decided to get comfortable.

Watching Taylor perform was akin to watching a pianist perform their most beloved piece or a ballerina perform the most intricate of dances, she was passionate and a master of her craft. Like a moth to a flame she drew everyone in with her tantalising stage presence. The way she flexed her body and moved her hips during the dances was enchanting and her singing was saccharine and powerful.

You watched the whole show with a front row seat and full privacy which was appreciated but also incredibly difficult because all you wanted to do was drop on your knees for her and make her sing in a completely different way to what the people were seeing on stage.

You watched with brimming anticipation as the end of the show drew closer, you thought you could faint when you saw the ‘Vigilante Shit’ performance but you just bit your lip and waited patiently. Finally, Taylor did her closing number just as enthusiastically as her first number and exited the stage for the last time tonight.

The whole room was silent as the screen faded to black and you sat with excitement. Slowly, the door handle turned. Taylor stepped into the room, her hair was mussed from the air and her eyes glimmered from the adrenaline of the stage. She scanned the room and locked eyes with you, once again making her way over to you.

She pulled your face to her with an increasing ferocity and in between kisses she said, “I need you so bad.” She began to move you slightly backwards with her sheer height and stance alone and soon your back was on the couch and she hovered over you, thighs trapping yours. “I want you, Taylor.” You breathed out, hands finding hers and locking them together.

She moaned and lifted up your shirt, exposing the soft expanse of your stomach. She laid kisses down, until she reached your jeans and undid them pushing them haphazardly to the floor. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to your pussy through your underwear and you felt a wave of wetness overcome you. You threw your head back as she shoved your underwear to the floor.

Immediately, she licked a stripe up your pussy and the sensation sent shocks up your spine. She did not relent as Taylor sucked and pivoted her tongue around your clit, her nose pressing into your pubic bone. She slurped the wetness and pressed both her hands to either side of your knees, forcing you to keep your legs wide open. She breathed harder and began to flick her tongue against your clit and occasionally thrusting it into your tight hole.

You put your hands on her head, fingers tangling in her blonde locks as you propelled her head to move back and forth, essentially using her face to grind on. Her jaw moved expertly over your pussy and she leaned back and spat on it for good measure, instantly resuming her attempts. You felt a tugging sensation in your gut as you were so close to your climax and she coaxed you to the edge smacking and salivating all over you.

A burst of pleasure ran through you like a million little stars on fire throughout your soul, the grip on her hair tightened as she continued driving you through your orgasm, never relenting with the same enthusiasm. You keened and moaned out her name as breathe out raggedly. To your surprise, she looked up at you, chin dripping with your own wetness and spit and whispered, “Turn around and get on your knees.”

You looked at her in bewilderment, still a little shaky from your last orgasm but did exactly what she said. You planted your hands in front of you and knelt on the couch, facing away from Taylor. Suddenly, a forceful smack rang out in the room and your flesh stung. A red mark on your ass cheek appeared and before you could even gasp Taylor thrust her middle finger into your core.

You groaned from the mix of pain and pleasure and she started to move the finger in and out. She rubbed and soothed the hurt flesh with her hand until another resounding slap made its way to you. You grunted and she put another finger in. Your stomach was tensing and you could feel the wetness coating your thighs. Languidly, her fingers moved in and out of you at a fast pace and she would give you small encouragements when she felt like it.

“Doing so good for me, baby. Can you cum for me?” Her voice was raspy with indulgence. Your honoured her commitment as your orgasm came faster this time, tipping you over the edge as your thighs shook and tightened around her and your moans intensified ringing out in the otherwise silent room. Breathing hard, you turned to face her and she cupped your jaw, “Did so well for me, dear.” Her blue eyes bore into yours as she began to strip from her costume.

“Can you give me one more? Just want one more from you, my beautiful girl.” Her thumb lightly caressed your cheek as you let out a sob still raw from your last two orgasms. “I’m gonna help you this time, okay?” She laid you down, her voice was sweet and soft. Taylor repositioned herself so she was now hovering over you, her pussy was just above your thigh and yours was anchored just so she would get the right amount of friction.

You made the first move and ground your thigh into her with the little strength you had. She sucked in a breath and put a hand on your stomach, “No, baby, let me.” You could have sobbed in relief when she started moving her own body back and forth, the pressure of her hot skin on your clit was achingly delicious. Her bangs covered her face as she looked down to see both of you so intimately connected.

Her pace quickly emerged and the room was mixed with echoes of your moans and each others names scrambled in between. Her hips reached an insane rhythm as her orgasm approached and she let out a striking moan, shutting her eyes in unfathomable pleasure. You came with her, unable to comprehend anything but her and the slurry of pleasure flitting sparks down your every nerve. She faltered and expertly moved to sit beside you in a heap of skin and bones.

After a few minutes of respite she moved your hair from your face and cradled you in her arms. You sank into her and could have stayed there forever.

end.

[taysalchemy]

home | T.S

Summary: After a long day at the studio, Taylor comes home to find her girlfriend asleep on the couch. They share a quiet, loving moment before Taylor carries her to bed, where they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Category: fluff!!

Word Count: 1.9k

This is my first ever imagine, so please bear with me! Requests are open <3

The door clicked softly as Taylor slipped inside, the weight of the day finally hitting her. Hours in the studio, writing, recording, and perfecting had left her voice scratchy and her body aching. But despite the exhaustion, a soft smile tugged at her lips. She was finally home.

The apartment was dim, bathed in the amber glow of a floor lamp in the corner. It smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, your favorite candle had been burned earlier, probably in anticipation of her return. That little thought alone tugged at her chest.

As Taylor rounded the corner into the living room, her heart softened at the sight in front of her.

You were curled up on the couch, one arm tucked under your head, the other wrapped tightly around a throw pillow. The blanket she'd bought for you last winter, a ridiculously oversized knit in a dusty rose, was half slipping off your legs. The TV was still on, quietly playing the end credits of a rom-com you probably didn’t finish.

She smiled to herself, walking over slowly, like even her footsteps could break the fragile calm of the moment. Her fingers brushed along the top of the couch before she crouched down beside you. You looked so peaceful. Your lips are slightly parted, brow relaxed, the kind of stillness that only comes from truly deep sleep.

Taylor reached out, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. Her fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary, craving the contact she’d missed all day.

“Hey, sleepy,” she whispered, voice low and tender.

You stirred at the sound, shifting slightly. Your eyes opened just a sliver, squinting against the light. For a heartbeat, you looked confused, disoriented. That was until you registered who was sitting in front of you. A slow, sleepy smile spread across your face.

“You’re home,” you murmured, voice scratchy and warm with sleep.

Taylor’s smile widened. “I am.” She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You hummed contentedly, eyes fluttering closed again. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” she said, brushing your cheek with her knuckles.

“S’okay,” you mumbled, adjusting slightly to make space for her. “Missed you.”

Taylor carefully climbed onto the couch beside you, lifting your legs slightly so she could slip underneath them. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting gently on your hip. She pulled you close until your body was flush against hers. “I missed you more,” she whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss there too.

You let out a breathy little laugh, tilting your head just enough to look up at her. “You look tired,” you said, eyes scanning her face, the faint lines under her eyes, the way her shoulders still held the tension of a long day.

“I am,” she admitted, resting her forehead lightly against yours. “But being here with you… this is the best part of my day.”

You shifted again, comfortably tangled with her. Your hand moved to her cheek, thumb grazing the delicate skin just under her eye. “You always say that,” you whispered, teasing just a little.

Taylor smirked, eyes crinkling as she caught your gaze. “Because it’s always true.”

You smiled, heart blooming with quiet warmth, and snuggled into her chest, letting her hold you like she’d been aching to all day. She let out a deep, contented sigh and tucked the blanket more securely around both of you.

Taylor let her hand rest lightly on your side, fingertips tracing gentle, absent-minded shapes through the blanket. Circles, spirals, the occasional slow heartbeat tapped out against your ribs. She didn’t say anything for a while, and neither did you. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was comfortable, sacred, like the space between lyrics in your favorite song.

You tilt your head slightly to look up at her again. Her eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks, but her mouth was curled into the tiniest smile, like she was listening to something only she could hear.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked softly.

Her eyes blinked open, slowly, like she was waking from a dream. “Hmm?” she hummed, then gave a tiny, sheepish laugh. “Honestly? You. Us. How this is the only place I want to be right now.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and buried your face into her chest to hide the grin that was threatening to take over. Taylor chuckled, wrapping her arms more tightly around you.

“I’m serious,” she added, her voice muffled by your hair. “Today was intense. I had this one bridge I couldn’t get right, and I swear I rewrote it like… ten times. But every version just kept circling back to you.”

You pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Taylor looked at you, really looked, and her hand came up to tuck your hair gently behind your ear.

“I kept writing about coming home. About safety. About something or someone that feels like a lighthouse when everything else is spinning. And the only thing that kept coming to mind was this- us. You sleeping on the couch, waiting for me, even when I’m hours late. You making tea and leaving little notes on my piano. You laughing at my terrible dancing in the kitchen.” She smiled softly, eyes a little glassy. “You’re the chorus I keep coming back to.”

You blinked, a little stunned, a lot in love. “You’re gonna make me cry,” you said with a shaky laugh.

Taylor’s thumb brushed under your eye, just in case. “Good tears, I hope.”

You nodded, leaning in again to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. “The best kind.”

Taylor sighed into it, arms tightening around you protectively, like she could hold you there forever. “I wish I could bottle this moment,” she murmured. “So I could open it when I’m in some random hotel room at 3 AM, missing you like crazy.”

You reached over to the side table, grabbed the little polaroid camera you kept there for fun, and held it up with a grin. “Then let’s bottle it.”

Taylor laughed, full and bright. “Are you seriously about to take a selfie right now?”

“I seriously am. Come on, memories don’t make themselves.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned in, cheek pressed to yours, and the two of you grinned into the lens. Click.

The photo popped out with a soft whir, and you both watched it develop slowly. Two tired, cozy souls, tangled together under a blanket, cheeks pressed close, eyes crinkled with happiness. Taylor looked at it for a moment, then reached over and slipped it into her notebook—the one she used for song lyrics.

Taylor sat still for a while, arms wrapped around you on the couch, letting the soft silence stretch between you. Your breathing had slowed again, your body warm and pliant against hers, every now and then letting out a tiny sigh like you were on the edge of falling back asleep. Her hand traced small, absentminded circles on your back, memorizing the rhythm of your breaths, the way your body fit against hers like it was always meant to be there.

Eventually, she glanced down at the time on her phone and sighed, her voice low and gentle. “Hey,” she whispered, brushing her lips against your hair. “Let’s go to bed, love. It’s late.”

You made a soft, muffled sound of protest, your face still tucked into the crook of her neck. “I’m comfy…”

Taylor smiled, her heart squeezing at the sound of your sleepy pout. “I know, baby. But I want you to be really comfy. Blankets, pillows, me—you know, the works.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie like you might refuse to move forever. But when she started to shift, carefully standing up from the couch, you didn’t stop her—you just nuzzled into her, pliant and groggy as she eased her arms underneath your knees and behind your back.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured, scooping you up slowly, carefully, as if you were made of something breakable. You instinctively clung to her, your face pressed into her collarbone, your body melting against hers like you belonged there. And in that moment, you did.

The walk to the bedroom was slow and quiet. The soft creak of the hardwood floors beneath her bare feet was the only sound that joined the distant hum of traffic outside. Taylor’s eyes adjusted to the low light as she navigated the familiar hallway, the glow from a nightlight in the corner of the room guiding her steps.

Once inside, she gently nudged the bedroom door open with her shoulder. It swung inward with the softest whisper, revealing the room you shared—the unmade bed, the messy pile of clothes in the chair, her half-empty water glass on the nightstand. And despite the fatigue in her bones, her chest felt full. This was hers. This was yours. This was home.

She carried you over to the bed and slowly lowered you down, placing you on the cool sheets like you were made of silk. You murmured something sleepily, reaching for her instinctively. She caught your hand, lifting it to her lips.

“I’m right here,” she whispered, brushing her fingers through your hair. “Just gonna change real quick.”

You gave a small nod and curled up into the comforter as she crossed to the dresser. She peeled off her hoodie and jeans, trading them for one of her favorite oversized t-shirts—the well-worn gray one you always teased her about because it somehow still smelled faintly of her first perfume.

She pulled her hair into a loose bun and padded back over to the bed. You’d already scooted to her side, your hand resting on her side of the mattress like it was waiting for her to fill the space. Without hesitation, she slid beneath the sheets and pulled you to her like a magnet.

You turned into her, your leg slipping over hers, your hand finding its usual resting place over her heart. Your fingers curled into the soft fabric of her shirt like you needed her there, needed the feel of her against you. She let out a soft breath, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist, the other stroking your back in slow, soothing lines.

“Better?” she murmured.

You nodded, eyes still closed, your voice a hushed whisper against her neck. “Mhm. Best.’’

Taylor smiled, her fingers moving to trace the shell of your ear, the curve of your jaw. She loved these moments—the soft, sleepy version of you that only she got to see. The version that let all the walls come down, completely safe in her arms.

“I love you,” she said quietly, her voice a warm breath in the dark.

You lifted your head slightly, eyes fluttering open just enough to find her gaze. “I love you more,” you whispered, then nestled your head back into her chest.

Taylor kissed your forehead—slow, lingering, reverent—and closed her eyes too, the weight of the day finally leaving her body now that you were here. With her.

[dawnoftime22]

the floor.

| T.S

Warnings: small tiniest bit of R worrying, and just tay picking you up and waking you up in an unexpected, but gentle way, if that needs to be counted as a warning :]

Summary: Considering you couldn't go to sleep anywhere else, your chosen option was the floor of the living room. Taylor comes home and finds your sleeping figure against the wood, making her confusion and concern grow.

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: Fluff

A/N: love love love you all, hugs to all of you<3

| Started on 26/05/2024, 1:07 PM |

| Finished on 03/06/2024, 12:16 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“As long as you're comfortable, sweetheart."

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The sounds of keys clinking against each other echoes throughout the house as Taylor steps in, having come home from work. She takes her shoes off and closes the door, looking around.

When there was no indication of you at all coming to greet her, a curiosity grows in her, but she assumes you're possibly napping in the bedroom.

Then, just as the blonde started to walk forward to the living room, she froze, blinking. Her head turns to look down at your figure, asleep on the floor. Or passed out. She certainly hoped not, because her heart rate was now speeding up a little.

She gently drops everything, putting her bag and keys on the couch to kneel down next to you, worry etched on her face. Your face was peaceful at least, and you were, thankfully, breathing gently, her eyes going over the rise and fall of your chest.

"Hey. You okay?" She asked gently, almost in a whisper as her hand reaches out to carefully move a stray hair away from your face and cup one of your cheeks.

A small sleepy groan elicits from you at the touch and voice awaking you to a stir. At the small sound you let out, Taylor let out a breath of relief. You were only sleeping.

She then smiles, realizing you were oddly enough, sleeping on the floor. She's never witnessed you having done that before, but even so, your face still seemed adorable to her.

Taylor's teeth gently sinks into her lower lip, and she leans in closer to your ear, wanting to tease you in your half awake state, "Why are you sleeping here?" she whispered, her breath on your skin. You jumped at the feeling of her warmth and the sudden closeness of her voice, moving away from her slightly just as your eyes barely open. She giggled softly, pulling herself back to return your peaceful space you once had simply seconds ago.

You took in a breath, exhaling it out slowly. "I couldn't sleep," you murmured, your sleepiness obvious within your voice as you shifted slightly to get comfortable again, now feeling the small soreness in your body. Taylor's gaze softens, and her hand drifted down to gently intertwine with yours, her shoulders relaxing.

"Sweetheart. And you thought the floor was the best spot to sleep?" She asked softly in a whisper, her eyes transfixed on your form. You shrugged slightly, your eyelids having fallen to a close once more.

"Come on, lets get you to bed, baby," she whispers, her hand grabbing on the couch so she could push herself up to stand, but then she noticed you weren't moving to follow her at all.

A sigh gently escapes her lips, but she smiled softly. You definitely weren't going to be getting up anytime soon. Taylor shuffles herself to sit beside you, her arm carefully moving under your legs.

Once one of her arms hooked under your legs, her other one held your body and she made sure your head had some support before picking you up in a bridal position.

"I've got you, darling," she whispers, holding you close and making sure not to jostle you too much as she slowly stood up, grunting quietly as she felt an ache in her hand, but shifted until she could hold you comfortably.

You hummed in confusion, having not expected the change of height, your eyes just barely open. She chuckles softly at your sleepy state, then made her way to the bedroom.

Since you were already lifted up in her arms, you accepted it and closed your eyes again. When you arrived, Taylor gently lays you down on the bed, taking her patience carefully as she made you comfortable, but then saw you stirring, making her movements freeze.

"Mm...sorry..." you mumbled quietly, your voice a whisper as your eyes flutter open. You took a deep breath, having felt the sleep took away your oxygen.

She tilts her head, curious and concerned. "Hm? What're you sorry for, baby?" She asks softly, kneeling down at the edge of the bed so she's the same level as you, her hand reaching out to gently brush your hair away from your face.

You pouted, and she smiles softly, her heart lightening with love. No matter how tired she was from her day, she couldn't ever be tired of you, who always waits for her back home.

"You just got back from work...you're probably sore and tired." You whispered slowly, having gathered your words within your half asleep mind. The husky voice you had was further evidence of it.

She clicks her tongue gently, melting at how caring and thoughtful you were. "Don't be sorry, I want you to be comfortable. And I'm okay. There's nothing to worry about," She assures you, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your cheek.

"Besides, if I was so tired, I would have just slept on the couch beside you...or just join you on the floor." She shrugs, gazing at you with her warm love as you blinked at her.

"...I would tell you to go to bed." You said, your shoulders going down in sadness, not wanting her to be sore from the mentioned locations. The care that both of you held for each other was the sweetest balance.

"And I would still sleep near you, anyway." She replied back, her fingertip lightly booping your nose. She then kisses your forehead ever so gently, before pulling away, standing up.

You pouted when you saw her walking towards the bathroom, but she gives you a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back. I'm sweaty and smelly, baby." She says, scrunching her nose before disappearing into the bathroom.

After a few minutes of hearing the shower run, and staring at the ceiling or gazing off to where the bathroom was, Taylor soon came out, a fluffy towel wrapped around her body.

You smile softly at her, seeing her pinkish tinted cheeks from the warm shower, to which she lightly blows a kiss towards you, making your cheeks mirror the color, so you hid your face using the pillow and your hands.

A soft familiar chuckle sounds out near you, and with the dip in the bed, you turn out the pillow and move just a few of your fingers to peek, in front of you, the blonde with her pretty blue eyes, gently gazing down at you as she leaned against the pillows.

"You're so cute, baby. You know that?" She says, sliding her hand up your arm to run her fingers through your hair with her compliment, even though she knows it'll only make you flush harder.

"Don't hide your beautiful face, love," she whispers, gently and carefully pulling your hands off your face after some urging, seeing your rosy cheeks and crumpled corners of your eyes from that soft smile of yours.

"It needs some kisses from these lips," she murmurs, laying a soft kiss on your lips, your nose, then peppering them all over your skin, giggles sounding out from the two of you.

"Tay!" You whine, trying to move away from her loving attack with an added gentle push on her chest, and eventually, she relents, pulling back with a glimmer of joy in her eyes.

She lays down properly next to you, the smallest, cutest giggle escaping her mouth once again. Her arm drapes over your waist, and she pulls you closer, leaving one last kiss somewhere below your earlobe.

You snuggled close to her, nuzzling into her chest as the rush of energy from the tickling of lips slowly faded. Meanwhile, her thumb was drawing small little circles on your waist.

She hums gently, moving her hand slowly in a soothing pattern. With a tilt of her head downwards, she lightly brushed her cheek against your hair, closing her eyes.

After some shifting, you got a little more comfortable, then wrapped your arms around her too, squeezing slightly.

"It's okay, I'm right here," she whispers, pressing her lips affectionately to your head as she felt you relaxing further, your breaths growing softer.

Soon, the night fades, the two of you comfortably in each other's embrace, and asleep with two synced beating hearts.

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[taylor-swift-imagines]

Dedication

Pairing: Taylor Swift x (female) reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @penguinkirby

Request:

Hi ,newcomer here . I have this idea where Taylor realizes she's Inlove with the reader but she's unsure if the reader likes her back so she just makes a song about it and the reader picks up on it ,you can decide what happens next but please make it fluff my heart can't handle angst . Take as much time as you need 😊

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Taylor Swift.

You would be the only one who would sit with her during lunch period back in high school when the mean girls wouldn’t, it was basically everyone that refused to sit with her or even try to be her friend.

But you.. you were different.

You befriended Taylor without question and now, Taylor was head over heals for you. It took a while for Taylor to realize she had fallen in love with you, it wasn’t anything new but the fact this was the first relationship she would have with a woman is a new thing for her. In a relationship with a gorgeous woman such as yourself, she would give the world to have that with you. However, Taylor quickly comes to terms of the fact to accepting these feelings would be hard, but she went ahead and did so, she wanted to be by your side.

It was the fear of rejection that had her stuck on cold feet. Taylor was scared of coming forward with the absolute truth of her feelings on you, she’s been through too many heartbreaks and doesn’t want to go through another one so soon. Taylor was scared shitless as she was unsure of how to accept them nor to approach them properly without anyone getting hurt. Right now, you both remain in the friend zone and things were better than ever, the friendship meant a lot to the two of you. Taylor wanted more than friendship, but if she had said something about or try to confess, the friendship very well could be over on that note and Taylor couldn’t stand the thought of losing you so she kept quiet. It was possible you liked her, too.

She was right about that.

Taylor was always kind to you and to everyone around. But you most of all, she treated you slightly differently than others by giving you access to better privileges and it drew others to envy you for it.

Unlike most people, you never took pride in it selflessly, rather, you put your gratitude into it and that’s what earned you Taylor’s respect and trust. While Taylor ponders this, an idea had come to light and that idea was to write a song about it as if she was talking to you directly of how she feels. The song would be dedicated to you of course! Taylor honestly didn’t know how she should begin on coming up with the lyrics, but when she saw you linking arms with Selena at a party the three of you attended, she couldn’t help but feel hurt and thought she was close to falling apart in front of everyone, but she didn’t. Taylor continued on with a plan to write something while feeling hurt at the same time of the fact of you and Selena being a couple. What Taylor doesn’t know is that Selena had nothing to do with your love life, for you, it was all about Taylor.

Although you both aren’t together quite yet, but it will come soon.

You had feelings for Taylor you couldn’t describe, not even “I love you to the moon and back” was enough to describe how you feel about her. The feelings were for Taylor only, but on another note, you picked up in some of the little hints she would drop from time to time of the fact that she liked you. However, you didn’t acknowledge them at first because you didn’t want to be wrong if that wasn’t the case. It would save you both the humiliation, so you kept your mouth shut and remained silent as time goes by. At the next party, you make arrangements for Selena to pick you up and you would meet Taylor there. As you walk in, you spot Taylor in a corner with a notepad in hand, most likely writing new lyrics and so you made your way to her with your usual cheery greeting and smile.

You glanced down to see some scribbled words where Taylor made mistakes before looking back up at her to ask if you could have a look at them. Taylor held the notepad to her chest, declining your request and goes into explain that they’re lyrics for her newest album being recorded. The next thing Taylor says is she was wanting it to be a surprise for everyone and that included you.

“Come on, just a peek? Please?”

“But that would ruin the surprise, (Y/n).”

“Well, you could still show me and I’ll act surprised.”

Taylor chuckles before continuing.

“You’re such a schemer, (Y/n). I’m sorry, honey but you’re gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

——

Taylor has recently released Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) and you watch among the audience as she was about to sing some of the songs from that album.

The crowd was cheering loudly, chanting Taylor’s name, and continues to applaud for her appearance on stage. She took a massive boost out of that as the adrenaline pumped in her veins grew stronger as she was now ready to start the show. Taylor makes an impressive speech about knowing you liked someone but couldn’t gather the courage quite yet as you cold feet in fear of misleading a friendship into something much more.

“Years ago, I wrote this song you may have heard of it, this next song is called Enchanted (my version).”

The audience erupts again as the song begins to fill everyone’s ears.

It was a beautiful song.

“There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey"

It was enchanting to meet you

All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

That this night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

You swayed back and forth, picking up on some of the lyrics that seemed to be directed towards you.

If that was it, you were truly flattered as you felt the same for her. But you were too shy to approach her with it. After the show, Taylor invited you out for a drink and you accepted. You were both having a great time, and her asking what you had thought of “Enchanted” caught you a bit off guard. Enchanted was about you, and you knew it but you didn’t want to be the one to see it.

“Taylor, you know I truly loved every minute of it. I absolutely loved it and I’m very proud of you of your accomplishments.”

“What did you think of Enchanted?”

“I think it’s a beautiful song, and that you nailed the song on stage tonight.”

Taylor smiles.

“Well, there’s more to it…” she begins.

“Yeah? What’s that?” you quirked an eyebrow out of curiosity.

“That song, Enchanted, it’s about you. (Y/n), I can’t hold back much longer and need to tell you this now before I push it behind me.”

“You can tell me.”

“I know that you’re already in a relationship with Selena, but I wanted you to know that I have those same kind of feelings towards you. I love you, (Y/n).”

“Taylor…”

“You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.”

You give a chuckle in return.

“What is it?”

“Taylor, I’m not going out with Selena. We’re just friends, I promise you that. I truly do. Now I have to be honest about something as well.”

Taylor nods for you to go on.

“I like- love you, too. I have for quite sometime now.”

“You’re not just saying this?”

“No, I truly mean it.”

After confessing, your lips were just inches apart from each other and Taylor was the one to have closed the lingering gap.

You kissed back and hummed in approval, wanting more of her. Taylor pulls away so you both can catch a breath. Taylor had just become your first kiss and you couldn’t ask for anyone better. Taylor was the one, she was it, she was your soulmate.

“Does this mean-“ you begin, only to be silenced by Taylor’s lips once again.

“Hell yeah it does.”

You loved that answer nearly more than love itself.

Because it was Taylor’s voice. You were both together now and that was all that mattered now and the future ahead.

Neither of you couldn’t wait.

***

Requests: open

@taylor-swift-imagines

[taylorswift-imagines]

She defends you

Taylor Swift x f!reader

Request from Wattpad

A/N: Please check out my Wattpad profile! My account name is swiftiestruck1331

~~~

You were not one of the popular kids on your block, nor at your school.

Though you were not one of the popular kids, you were the nicest ones of them all. You had a kind, caring, and sweet personality. There was this one girl you were dating, Taylor Swift who was one of the most popular girls in school.

Your relationship was a secret between the two of you and the most difficult part of it for Taylor was the need to live up her reputation. As tough as it was to be keeping the relationship secret, it was well worth it, neither of you wanted drama carried out through the school if the news of your relationship somehow had come out into the open, through the whole school. When Taylor was with you, she was lovy dovy, but when she with some of the other girls, she showed a side of herself you didn’t like to ever see.

Before you started dating, Taylor would pick on you a little bit. She wouldn’t so harsh to you, but nor was she very nice sometimes, nearly crossing a line in a few circumstances. But Taylor would try to not be so mean to you at times, others weren’t as lucky as you on that part of it. Taylor had a crush on you the moment she locked eyes with you from across the classroom when your teacher paired the both of you up for a mega project. What you didn’t see coming was that you would later give thanks to that. Through the project, you both got to know each other more and you find you have many things in common, that’s what brought you two closer together. Every day, you took turns going to each other’s homes to work on the project, and after your work was done, you would stay a little later to hang out.

This was a routine you repeated until the due date for your project had come. During that time, confessions were eventually made after you caught Taylor staring at you like she was staring into space.

PDA was limited, mostly occurring when the two of you were alone together. However, if you both encounter when Taylor is with the other girls, she was never nasty to you like they were. Taylor was only ever stern once you started dating, she would always make sure you were okay during a moment alone. Nothing had happened you couldn’t handle, until one school day, you encountered the girls when Taylor hasn’t arrived yet. The ring leader of the group, Natasha, had it out for you more than most. That morning, you learned that Natasha was missing one of her diamonds from one of her earrings and was in search of it along with her group following closely behind.

At the moment of your encounter, Natasha immediately accused you of finding the diamond and kept it for yourself. Which was not true, not even in the slightest was it true and as you try to tell her otherwise, she refused to leave you alone and move on. It didn’t matter what you say.

“Tell me that again, I still don’t believe you.”

“I don’t have it in my possession. If I found it, I would immediately return to you!”

“Of course you would. Hand it over! Don’t make me get the police involved!”

Before you could continue this feud, to be rational about things, a familiar voice speaks up.

“What’s going on? Do we have a problem here?”

It was Taylor coming to save you, after hearing Natasha threatening you with the police, Taylor had to step in and begin defending you.

“No problem at all.” Natasha denies as Taylor comes into view.

“Oh, I don’t think so. I believe I heard you say something about getting police involved. Is this an emergency?”

“I didn’t mean it.”

It was clear that Natasha was doing everything she can to not risk being friends with Taylor, she wouldn’t get away with that.

Taylor shakes her head in disbelief and disappointment.

“If you’re gonna accuse her of something that’s not even true, I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.”

Taylor takes your hand and gently pulls you away with her. You both walk out of the school together, Taylor making sure you were okay.

“Yes. Yes, I am. I really am.”

Taylor embraces you once more.

“I love you.” she says.

“I love you too, Tay.”

After this, you manage to avoid any more unwanted encounters with the wrong crowd.

~~~

Requests are open!!!

[its-an-obsession]

Dress

Teen Wolf Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Anonymous Request: So, like two days ago, I was reading some Stiles fics while listening to Reputation, and Dress came on and I audibly gasped when it got to the bridge. Like, I have no idea how I’ve never associated "Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut, and my hair bleached" with him, lol. So, I was wondering if you could write a Stiles x best friend! reader one-shot based on Dress? ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: As cliche as it sounds, you fell in love with Stiles' spastic personality and his keen eye for evidence. Of course, you never acted on these feelings, until Stiles invited you to a party his friend was throwing.

A/N: Yes!! This is perfect!! Enjoy, love!!

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your Sister -> Lydia Martin

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

"Okay, so," Lydia paused, "What do you think of this one?" My sister turned to look at me with a lace dress in hand. She kept it on the hanger, setting it on the doorknob of her closet. Lydia had been helping for the past hour to find a dress for the party Stiles invited me to. And, of course, Lydia kept pestering me about my harbored feelings for my best friend.

I continued to tell her that it was nothing but a thought that popped into my head, but that was the complete opposite. That thought didn't just pop into my head. It was in my head almost every day. I knew I shouldn't think about him like that, but I couldn't help it. And, what made it worse, is he probably didn't feel the same.

Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me, and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Lydia always said that it wouldn't hurt to ask, yet in this case, it would. If I did ask, I'd risk rejection and possibly my dignity. Lydia turned around again to see me thinking to myself. "Hello, Earth to Y/N," Lydia waved her hand. I looked up at her to see her holding yet another dress with gold heels in her other hand.

"I'll go with the first one," I said.

She smiled and put the white dress back into her closet. Lydia walked over to where I sat, setting the dress on the bed. My sister clapped her hands together. "I'm so excited for you," Lydia said, sitting down beside me. "It's just a party," I shrugged, playing with the frayed edge of her comforter.

She looked at me with raised brows, her arms crossed. Lydia leaned against the headboard of her bed. "It's not just a party, Y/N/N," she said, "It's a party that the guy you like invited you to." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Stiles and I are just friends. Nothing more," I said.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

My sister rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing the heels and purse to put them beside the dress. "So, you're telling me all those stolen glances, touches on the shoulder, finding pieces of fuzz in your hair, and winks," Lydia said, "Have nothing to do with your feelings? Because last I checked, those actions are 'more than friends' actions."

I shook my head, beginning to lose this conversation for a second. "Fine," I sighed, "Maybe I like him a little bit. And, maybe, I sort of, chose that red dress because red is his favorite color." Her eyes widened at that part of my sentence. I didn't do a very good job of muttering my response. Lydia gasped slightly, applauding herself.

Say my name, and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

"I think you did more than just pick his favorite color," Lydia winked. She nudged my shoulder, causing me to nudge her back. She grabbed my hands and brought me up from the bed. "Let's get you ready," she said. I sat down in front of her vanity.

Lydia stood behind me, looking at my hair to see what she wanted to do. We decided to keep it the way it was, but she insisted on curling it just a little bit. It took a few minutes until Lydia was done helping me get ready.

I waited on her bed as she got herself together. She and Aiden were going together after she found out that me and Stiles were attending. She wore her favorite black dress, matched with a pair of silver heels. The two of us got our things together before walking downstairs.

I was excited about the party, but part of me was even hesitant about going. But I knew that if I didn't go, I'd regret it. It didn't take long till Stiles' jeep and Aiden's motorcycle pulled into the driveway.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub You kiss my face, and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

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(Later That Night)

The party was going great. Nothing had happened, which meant that nothing had happened between me and Stiles. Lydia and Aiden were somewhere at the party. While Stiles and I stayed side by side. Claire, the host of the party, also was somewhere in the party. She had said her hellos and then left with her boyfriend.

We sat at one of the tables, watching as some of the partygoers walked past us and danced horribly. I saw Stiles try to hide his laugh as some guy tripped over his feet. It had been silent between the two of us, but it was nice.

The thought of confessing to Stiles kept going in and out of my head.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

Lydia might've been right like she always claims she is. She always said that it was exhausting watching me keep my feelings to myself. "Hey, Y/N," Stiles said. I looked away from the ground to look at him. He smiled (GIF Above).

Stiles was wearing his favorite blue and red flannel, which Lydia claimed he only wore when I was around because I said I liked it once.

He stood up from the table and extended a hand. "C'mon," Stiles said, "We're at a party, let's go." I smiled and set my hand into his. He twirled me around as the two of us walked over to the middle of the room where everyone else was dancing.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

My hands rested on his shoulders as his hands were on my waist. He smiled down at me. Stiles lifted a hand to push some hair away from my face. I'll admit, I was never planning on falling in love with my best friend. So much that I told myself I never would, but here we are.

Stiles and I met in middle school, me with the bleached hair and him with his buzzcut. Of course, the first thing he said to me was something about my hair. Me and Lydia had done some hair experiments the night before, and I sadly got the horrible aftermath.

And that's where the friendship began. Stiles and I started hanging out almost every day after school and every weekend. We'd hang out at the arcade in town and sometimes at the forest lookout. Then when we started high school, that's when things changed.

Typically, everyone changes in high school, but this felt different. I started to notice things about how I felt about Stiles. I noticed how I'd smile at his stupid jokes or how I would purposefully say I didn't understand something just so I could be beside him.

It didn't matter if we were best friends, I just cared about being with him. And, some part of me knew that he felt the same. Stiles stayed with me even in my worst times and during my best times.

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline

Now, we were in our last year of high school, graduation just a few weeks ahead. Stiles' hand lingered on the side of my face. His thumb ran across my cheek. I looked up at him, leaning into his touch. "You okay?" he asked, "Y/N?"

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

I nodded. I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting from his eyes to his lips. Stiles seemed to notice because I spotted a smirk rising on his freckled face. Stiles leaned down, giving me a soft kiss. I felt his hand leave my face to rest back on my waist. He lightly brought me towards him.

He pulled apart, arms still around me with my hands remaining on his shoulders. Stiles smiled down at me. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his voice slightly at a low. I nodded in response. He smirked and kissed me on the cheek before grabbing my hand.

When leaving the party, Lydia spotted me from the other side. She brought a thumbs up and winked at me. I chuckled and followed Stiles to his Jeep.

There is an indentation in the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

[wheeniemyloove]

you are in love (taylor swift x fem!reader)

summary!: you and taylor been best friends for a long time, but who said u couldn't be more than just friends?

contains!: mentions of y/n, fluff

notes!: this was in honor of the release of 1989 tv!

"You keep her shirt

She keeps her word"

There they both were. Laying on yn's bed at her apartment in the bright new york city, enjoying the comfortable silence, staring at ceiling in their own gaze. It was a hot summer night, the only thing covering yn's body was an old shirt that she stole from taylor's closet.

Taylor slowly turned her gaze to yn, with her heart fluttered. She couldn't believe that she had finally realized her feelings for yn, but she knew it was true. Taylor took a deep breath and looked at her, hoping for a sign that she felt the same way. But before she could speak, Taylor saw that yn was already staring back at her, a shy, hopeful smile on her lips. "yn," Taylor said softly, "I have something to tell you," taylor  said in a soft whisper.

"One night she wakes

Strange look on her face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

She is in love"

"What is it, Taylor?" you asked, your heart beating faster with every word taylor spoke. She was already starting to feel her face get warmer as her hopes were starting to come true.

"are you feeling alright?" yn says as she notices the strange look on the blonde's face.

Taylor swallowed hard before she managed to speak up. "Yn," she began, searching for the right words to say. "you know, you're my best friend, for a really long time..." you nod in agreement, with a confused look on your face. you looked at Taylor, who was staring back at you with her heart in her eyes "and i think... that i like you-" she cuts herself "im in love with you. i love you so much, and it is physically painful love you with every fiber of myself. In any relationship that i've been i never could manage to love someone as much as i love you." She confesses, the weight on her shoulders fading away.

Taylor could feel her heart beating out of her chest. She struggled to catch her breath as she stared into your eyes, desperate to know how you would respond. you was also overwhelmed by taylor's words. Her heart was racing and she could feel her throat constricting with emotion. But despite her nervousness, there was no doubt in her mind. You looked back at Taylor and smiled, her eyes filled with love. "Taylor, I have something to tell you too," you said softly, with a wave of courage consuming you.

Taylor felt an overwhelming sense of joy wash over her. All her worries and fears seemed to melt away, replaced by happiness and hope. "What is it, yn/n?" she asked excitedly, her heart beating even faster than before. Yn blushed deeply, but she knew that she could trust Taylor and that she wouldn't reject her. You inhaled deeply, taking one last moment to collect yourself.

"'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love"

"I love you too," you said, voice trembling a bit. "I've loved you ever since we first met. There's no one else I want to be with, except you. " Taylor's heart melted upon hearing your words. She smiled widely, tears already streaming down her face. "Yn, I love you more than anything in the world".

[bleachxxbunny]

FANFIC INDEX

This is where i list all the fanfics i wrote for all my preferred fandoms

Taylor Swift

N/A yet

Billie Eilish

N/A yet

Sabrina Carpenter

N/A yet

King Princess

N/A yet

Reneé Rapp

N/A yet

Chappell Roan (Sfw only)

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MGK

N/A yet

[meltinglikeasugarcube]

hear me out. a one shot/blurb

bottom like utterly pathetic vampire taylor

Title: DESERVE IT

Word Count: 2519

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

You're shit at denying her. You always have been.

Those sharp teeth, that sweet spoiled voice, the way she asks like she already knows the answer. You fold the second she starts. You think you're holding back but you're already gone, falling to pieces before she even touches you. She begs, and you break. Every time. She sinks her teeth in, literal, cruel, but it's nothing compared to how deep you get under her skin. It's you who makes her twitch. You who makes her lose whatever composure she pretends to have. You make her feel like screaming. And when she does, you let her. You never tell her no.

But she's being unbearable this time.

She keeps texting. Keeps demanding. Tells you to drop everything and come. Tells you the jet's already on the way. Wants you to stop your life and fly to some random city in Europe just to let her fuck you until she's done and you can't breathe. Which, sure, sounds good in theory. But it's the way she does it that gets to you.

Like she's owed it.

You go. Of course you go. But not without a plan.

You wear something impossible. Lingerie that barely counts as fabric. Thin enough to see through, tight enough to hurt. You forget where you're even going until you're standing in customs and see the word Germany on the glass and suddenly everything clicks. The cold is brutal. It stings through your coat, down to the bones.

You're still trembling when you knock on her door.

She opens it fast. No words. No warning. Just grabs you by the coat and pulls you inside. The door slams behind you and her mouth is already on your neck. Hot and open. Desperate. Her hands don't waste time. She's already pushing the coat back, already pressing into you like she could crawl inside. You feel her breath hitch and her teeth skim your throat and it's not gentle. It never is. You know what's coming. You feel it before it happens.

"Fuck," she says, sinking her fangs in.

You don't flinch. You don't gasp. You don't move. You're used to this. The pain comes in slow pulses, the warm pull of blood leaving your body matched by the obscene, wet sound of her drinking. She stays there too long, and when she finally pulls back, her mouth opens again almost instantly. She bites you a second time, lower on your neck. This time she drinks less. Her head lifts slowly, pulling back to see you.

Her eyes are red now, blown wide and wild, blood running in delicate trails down both sides of her mouth. You feel your pulse hammering in your chest, like it's trying to make up for what she's taken, but you stay still. You keep your spine straight.

You exhale once and then reach for her mouth with your thumb, wiping at the blood as if it's casual, like you're cleaning up a mess someone else made at your table.

"Not even a hello," you say, voice low, even. The blood smears under your touch as you drag your thumb across her lower lip, and then lower still, letting your hand trail down until you're wrapped around her throat. Your grip is slow and sure and she feels it. Her eyes widen—not with fear, because she doesn't need to breathe, not really—but with something close.

"I—" she starts.

"Shut up," you tell her, pushing her backward with one steady movement. She doesn't resist. She lets you guide her deeper into the room, stumbling a little as she goes. She's still caught in whatever haze fed that hunger. Her knees hit the edge of the bed and you press her down into it, firm, hand still on her throat.

"That wasn't very nice, was it?"

"I just—" she starts, voice breathy, thin.

"Just what?" You press harder now, just enough to hold. She looks up at you with that glittering look that you love so much. You tilt your head slightly, watching her.

"You thought you were owed this?"

You slide the coat off slowly, letting it fall open just enough to show what's underneath. The lingerie clings like heat, black and barely-there, the kind of thing made to be looked at and ruined. Her eyes drop immediately, like gravity, her breath catches, mouth parting without thought. You don't give her the time to process it.

"You really thought I'd get on a plane and you'd just get it?"

Your hand presses harder at her throat. It's not about pressure. It's about control. And even though it won't do anything to her physically, you feel it in the way her body stills beneath you. She's nervous. Not performative, not bratty. Real. You can tell. You always can.

"Answer me," you say and your hand slides from her neck to her jaw, fingers firm, dragging her closer until her lips are almost against yours.

"Yeah," she says, voice tight. You click your tongue, head tilting slightly.

"So fucking entitled," you murmur, breath landing against her cheek. "So fucking spoilt."

You take two steps back and watch her. Her body's trembling, not from cold—you know she doesn't get cold—but from you. From this. From what you do to her. That thrill that takes over when she's not in control.

"Get on your knees," you say, nodding toward the floor, your voice flat. "Beg for it."

There's a flicker of hesitation, not resistance, just that moment of her pride folding in on itself. She swallows hard, then lowers herself, knees touching the ground. The shift in her is immediate. Being beneath you feeds her ego in the most twisted way—being made to submit, told exactly what to do. It's her drug and you're the only one who knows how to cut it right.

She looks up at you, pupils wide, mouth still slightly open.

"Please, baby," she whispers, voice small and so full of need it's almost sweet.

Almost.

You step back into her space and grab her jaw again, fingers tight, forcing her eyes back to yours.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," she breathes, low and cracked, the words already desperate.

"Say it again."

"Fuck me," she says clearly this time, each syllable pushed out like it costs her.

"Beg."

You press harder, thumb digging under her cheekbone.

"Please," her voice shakes. Just one word and it sounds like it's breaking her.

You click your tongue, unimpressed.

"I'm afraid I need a bit more than that."

Your hand drops from her face, slow and intentional, and you step back. You don't rush. You let the silence stretch. Let her feel the space between your bodies like a punishment.

"Let me see those perfect tits."

She moves fast, blouse pulled off in a second, breath hitching, her teeth sinking into her lip like she's trying not to whimper. Her chest rises, bare and trembling. You watch her like you're inspecting a gift.

"Beg, Taylor," you say, low and even.

She looks up at you, eyes wide, face flushed, devotion plain across her expression like it's the only thing keeping her upright.

"I need you to fuck me, please," she says, the words spilling out too fast, too loud, almost like she's ashamed of how badly she means them.

"Fuck you how?"

Your eyes don't move from her chest. You don't blink. You don't pretend to be polite.

"Need you inside," she shivers, voice going soft at the end.

You drag your gaze back up. You take in everything.

And then you shake your head.

"I don't think you deserve it."

Her bottom lip trembles and she moves without speaking, crawling forward until she's at your feet, hands resting lightly on your thighs like she's asking permission just by touching.

"Let me prove it to you," she says, voice small, already pleading.

You push her hand away.

"You don't deserve it," you say again, slower this time, colder. "Climb onto the bed. Get on all fours."

"I—" she starts, but you don't let her finish.

"Now."

That shuts her up. Her mouth closes. She nods once and turns away, doing what she's told. She positions herself perfectly—knees spread, ass in the air, waiting. You take your time approaching her, watching the way her back arches, how her breath skips when you get close.

You step in behind her, fingers reaching for the hem of her skirt, and you push it up, exposing her fully. Her panties are thin, already soaked through. She lets out a sharp whine the moment you touch them, like she's embarrassed by how obvious it is.

You hook your fingers into the fabric and pull it to the side slowly. She arches even more, thighs trembling.

"Look at you," you mutter, voice rough at the edges, a shiver running down your spine when you see how wet she is.

You slide one finger along her slit, slow, dragging it up with the lightest pressure, just enough to make her gasp. The sound she makes is too loud, too raw.

You bring your fingers to your lips and suck them clean with a hum.

"You don't deserve a single second of this. But I do."

"Please," she says again, barely above a whisper, and her legs tremble beneath her.

You don't give her a response. You grip the waistband of her panties and drag them down in one smooth movement, letting them fall around her knees. She doesn't move, just breathes harder. You use two fingers to spread her open and look at her.

"So fucking wet," you mutter, and slip one finger inside, exploring the way she clenches around you like she's trying to drag you in deeper.

"P—please," she whines, voice cracking as she shifts her hips.

You pull out just as slowly, then reach up and pinch her clit between your thumb and index finger, giving it a firm squeeze. Her whole body jolts. The sound she makes is loud, nearly broken.

"You're so fucking lucky I can't help myself," you mutter, more to yourself than to her, and you drop to your knees behind her, pressing your mouth against her without waiting.

Your tongue circles her clit, then sucks it in with just enough pressure to make her gasp. At the same time, you slide two fingers into her, thrusting deep, feeling how tight and slick she is. You work her like you know exactly what she needs, like her body was made for this. And it was. At least when she's like this—face down, ass up, wet and shaking like the only thing she's ever learned is how to beg.

She moans loud and without shame, her voice cracking with every breath. You curl your fingers inside her and keep your mouth moving. The sounds that fill the room are a mess of obscenities. Her hips push back into your hand like she's chasing something, and her words come out between gasps, scattered and helpless.

"Please, please, please," she murmurs like it's a prayer, her voice barely above a whisper, broken and repetitive, slipping out of her mouth without thought. Her body is trembling hard now, thighs shaking as you keep fucking her with your fingers, dragging them in and out of her soaked cunt with steady pressure, your mouth still locked onto her clit. She's coming apart in layers, too desperate to hold herself up properly, hands gripping the sheets, forehead dropping forward like her neck's lost the strength to hold her.

You feel the shift before it happens, the way she stiffens all at once, breath catching in her throat, her back arching so sharply it looks like she's trying to escape the feeling. And then she breaks.

The orgasm hits in full silence at first. Her whole body shudders violently, pussy clenching around your fingers as the wave pulls through her in slow, punishing pulses. She makes a sound then, sharp and cracked, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

You don't stop. Not yet. You keep moving your fingers inside her, slower now but deep, making her feel every second of it as her body starts to fall apart around the pleasure. Her legs buckle under her and she slumps forward onto her elbows, still panting, hips twitching every time you touch her clit with your tongue. She lets out a desperate whimper and twists under you, overstimulated, wrecked.

Eventually, you stop. Pull your fingers out and lick them clean without looking away from her. She stays where she is, ass still up, face buried in her arms, breath shaky and uneven.

There's a pause. A strange quiet. And then, softly:

"Are you angry at me?"

Her voice is small. Cautious.

You sit back a little, watching the way her back rises and falls.

"No," you say, calm and clear. "But I'm not done with you."

[swiftalchemy]

Gold Rush

Taylor Swift x fem!reader fluff

warnings: fluff, showering? baking?

summary: You and Taylor like a slow morning, especially if it involves a nice warm shower and some homemade pancakes!

word count: 1.8k

It was an early winter morning as the sunlight poured through the windows of your shared bedroom. You were snuggled up in your loving girlfriends arms, her embrace keeping you warm and safe.

She stirs slightly and notices you're now awake, "Hey, pretty girl..." she murmurs to you, "How'd you sleep, baby?"

"Pretty good..." you reply groggily, "How about you?" you ask her.

She wraps her arms a bit more around your waist, pulling you close as she gives you a light, sleepy morning kiss. She then yawns and responds, "Slept great... I always do when I'm next to you."

She gently runs her fingers through your hair, the touch gentle and comforting. She smiles as she continues to look at you, her eyes full of love and affection. "Mmm... I could get used to waking up like this every morning..."

“I think we could make that work…” you giggle and pull her into a soft kiss.

She happily melts into the kiss, her lips meeting yours with tenderness and affection. She pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist as she deepens the kiss. She's completely content in this moment, enjoying the feeling of your warm body against hers.

As the kiss finally breaks, she lets out a satisfied sigh and looks into your eyes. Her expression is soft, loving, and utterly content. She brushes a strand of hair away from your face and smiles warmly at you. "I don't ever want to let you go, you know that?"

“I know that,” your tone softens with each word, “And I feel the same, you know?”

She smiles and nods, her heart swelling with love for you. She pulls you into a tight hug, nuzzling her face into your neck and inhaling your scent deeply.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who makes me feel so completely loved and cared for... You're my everything, baby..."

“You’ve written too many songs for me not to know.” you chuckle.

She laughs softly and grins at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She lets out a dramatic sigh and pretends to pout. "Oh really? Do I really write about you that much?"

“Hmm only the last… what? Four albums?”

She laughs again, shaking her head in mock offense. She playfully rolls her eyes and responds, "You exaggerate too much... it was only three albums, thank you very much."

“And you’re about to release the fourth one, thank you very much.” you mock her words.

She lets out a theatrical gasp, clutching her chest as if wounded. "Oh, alright, Miss know-it-all! Four albums then, if you're going to be that way about it." She laughs and pokes you in the side, unable to keep up her exaggerated act any longer.

“So… what’s your plans for today?” you ask her.

She hums as she thinks for a moment, her hand gently running up and down your arm. She lets out a content sigh before answering.

"Honestly, I don't really have any plans today... I was hoping I could just spend the day being lazy with you. Maybe stay in bed, watch movies, order some food, and just generally be as unproductive as humanly possible."

“Hm, sounds good…” you smile at her. Her golden hair followed around her face, her blue eyes were radiant with adoration. You take a breath, then sit up, “I’m gonna go shower, okay?”

She pouts playfully as you sit up, clearly disliking the idea of you leaving her side even for a moment. She grabs your wrist gently and jokingly tries to pull you back down to the bed.

"No, stay... don't leave me..." she whines dramatically, trying her best to keep a straight face.

“I’ll be gone for 10 minutes. Max. I promise you’ll be fine.” you grip her hand.

She pouts once again, not wanting to let you go. Suddenly, her face lights up with an idea, “Can we shower together?” she proposes.

“Not a bad idea at all…” you giggle and pull her into a peck, “Hurry up.”

She grins, feeling victorious. Without a moment's hesitation, she hops out of bed and grabs your hand, pulling you with her towards the bathroom. She's already shedding her clothes as she walks, clearly eager to get started.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Once inside the bathroom, she turns on the water and begins adjusting the temperature to her liking. She looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes running over your body in a way that makes her intentions clear.

"It's ready, babe. Hop in whenever you're ready."

She climbs into the shower first, letting out a sigh of contentment as the warm water cascades over her body. She stands under the spray, waiting patiently for you to join her. As you enter, she immediately pulls you close, her arms wrapping around your waist as she presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Hmm” you hum contently upon her, “I need to wash my hair, by the way.”

She nods, still nuzzling against your neck as she responds, "No problem, love. I'll help." She reaches over for the shampoo bottle and pumps some into her hand. Then, she starts gently massaging it into your hair, working the product into a nice, foamy lather.

As she works, she continues to press soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, enjoying getting a chance to pamper you a bit. She runs her fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp and making sure every strand is well-covered in the suds.

After a few minutes, she stops and pulls you back under the shower spray, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. She can't help but run her fingers through your hair as the water washes away the suds, enjoying the feeling of the silky strands slipping through her fingers.

Once your hair is clean, she takes her time washing the rest of your body, taking care to be gentle and thorough. She runs her soapy hands over your curves, appreciating every inch of you. As she works, she steals the occasional kiss, her lips warm and soft against your skin.

Once you're both clean, she turns off the water and grabs a soft towel to dry you off. She takes her time patting you dry, her touch gentle and affectionate. Once you're dry, she grabs another towel and quickly dries herself off before wrapping it around her, still not wanting to leave you alone for even a moment.

She wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, resting her forehead against yours. She looks into your eyes, a lazy, content smile on her face.

"You know... that was a great way to start the day."

“It really was” you happily sigh.

She grins and pecks you on the lips, still holding you close to her body. "And the day's just getting started, babe... we've got plenty of more fun to have before the day's over."

She plants a trail of soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, teasing you softly. "So... what do you want to do first, huh? Have some breakfast? Watch some movies? Or maybe we can just get back into bed for a bit..."

“Let’s get dressed, then do breakfast. We’ve started off the day, may as well continue, right?”

She laughs and nods, reluctantly agreeing to your plan.

"You're right, you're right. Fine, I suppose we should be productive at some point this morning."

She steps out of the shower and grabs her clothes, beginning to get dressed.

After a few minutes, she's fully dressed in a cozy casual outfit. She turns to look at you as you're still getting dressed, her eyes lingering on you hungrily. She can't help but appreciate your beautiful body as it's slowly covered up.

Once you're fully dressed, she intertwines her fingers with yours and leads you out of the bedroom. As you make your way to the kitchen, she speaks up with a smile,

"So... what do you feel like eating for breakfast, baby?"

“Whatever you want, I’m fine with, Tay.”

She ponders for a moment, a small smirk on her face. "Hmm... how about pancakes? I've been craving some good pancakes lately."

“Mhm. Sounds good.”

She grins, heading into the kitchen and setting out the ingredients she needs to make the pancakes. She begins mixing the batter, making sure to include plenty of chocolate chips for extra sweetness. As she works, she glances over her shoulder at you.

"Come here, I need your help with something."

She reaches out her hand, gesturing for you to come closer. Once you're within reach, she pulls you into her arms, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Can you grab the utensils for me, babe?"

Once you've grabbed the requested tools, she takes them from you and continues mixing the batter. As she works, she hums a little tune, her voice soft and sweet.

"You're a lifesaver, you know that? Couldn't make pancakes without you."

Once the batter is ready, she heats up a griddle and begins pouring dollops of the batter onto it. The pancakes sizzle and bubble on the hot surface, their golden-brown faces becoming more and more perfectly round. The smell of sweet maple syrup and chocolate fills the air.

She flips each pancake as it browns on the outside, her movements smooth and practiced. After a few minutes, she's stacked a small pile of fluffy, chocolate-chip pancakes on a plate. She grins and turns to you, holding up the plate with a proud smile.

"Ta-da! Pancakes are served, my love."

“They look amazing, Tay. Thank you.”

She grins, clearly pleased with your compliment. She sets the pancakes on the table and pours a generous helping of maple syrup over them, adding the finishing touch.

"Of course, babe. Anything for you. Now sit down and dig in before they get cold."

She sits down across from you at the table, her eyes fixed on you greedily as she watches you take the first bite. She waits eagerly for your reaction, hoping you'll enjoy the pancakes as much as she enjoyed making them for you.

A satisfied smile crosses her face as you let out a soft moan of approval. She grins and leans forward in her chair, resting her chin in her hands as she watches you take another bite.

"Mmm... good, huh? Told you it was a great idea."

You reply, “They’re amazing.”

She grins, clearly pleased with herself. She takes a bite of her own pancakes, savoring the sugary, chocolaty goodness.

"Thanks, babe." she replies, her mouth half-full of pancake.

After a few minutes, the plate of pancakes has been devoured and both of you are feeling quite full and satisfied. You sit in comfortable silence, admiring each others company.

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?” 

[folkloreintime]

texts with gf!Taylor

Taylor Swift x Reader texts

A/N: something a bit different hope you dont mind I just thought this would be such a cute concept. if u guys like it I might start a social media au with taylor x reader? please let me know thank you 🫶✨

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[taysalchemy]

i'm here | T.S

Summary: Taylor comes home to find you silently crying in bed. Without asking questions, she climbs in beside you and holds you close, offering quiet comfort and steady love—no words needed, just her presence.

Category: fluff n comfort!!

Word Count: 1k

It’s past seven when the door unlocks.

You don’t move. You don’t even flinch. The only sound in the apartment besides your breathing—too shaky, too uneven—is the slow slide of her key in the lock, the click of the door being nudged open, and the quiet thump of it closing behind her.

She’s home.

You bury your face deeper into the pillow, hoping she’ll think you’re just asleep. Maybe she’ll be tired too. Maybe she’ll go straight to the kitchen. Maybe she won’t hear the tiny, awful sniffle you try and fail to hold back.

Then: footsteps. Soft but certain. The gentle shuffle of shoes being taken off. Her keys land in the ceramic dish by the entry table with a familiar clink, followed by the swoosh of her coat being hung up. She pauses. The stillness of it settles like a question.

“Babe?”

Her voice is quiet, a little rough from the day, like it always is after too many meetings or studio sessions. It carries warmth even in a single syllable.

You close your eyes tighter.

She doesn’t call out again. Just walks. Slowly, carefully—like she already knows something’s off. You can hear her now, coming down the hallway, socked feet whispering across the floorboards. She stops in the doorway to the bedroom.

More silence.

Then the bed dips slightly. A moment later, she’s crouched at the side, lifting the edge of the blanket with one gentle hand. Her face appears in your peripheral vision—wide, worried blue eyes scanning yours instantly.

“Oh, honey…”

She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t hesitate. She climbs in without even taking off her cardigan or checking her phone, crawling toward you like her only priority is being close enough to hold you. Her arms slide around your waist and pull you back into her chest. She smells like cold air and something sweet—vanilla and soft musk, the scent that lingers in your sheets even when she’s away.

And just like that, you crumble.

The tears come fast again, messier now, because it’s her, and because you’ve been holding it in all day. Your hands curl into her cardigan, and your breath breaks apart in gasping hiccups against her collarbone.

Taylor tightens her hold around you, one hand moving slowly up and down your back. She presses a kiss into your temple, and then rests her cheek against your hair.

“You don’t have to talk yet,” she murmurs, lips brushing your hairline. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You shake your head into her, but she’s not asking you for anything. Not even an explanation.

“I didn’t want to—” you start, but your throat tightens. “Didn’t want to ruin your night.”

Taylor pulls back just enough to look at you, cupping your face in both hands. Her thumbs brush your cheeks, catching tears like she’s trying to stop them before they fall.

“You could never ruin anything,” she says softly, firmly. “If you’re hurting, I want to know. I want to be here. Always.”

Your lip trembles, but she kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then your forehead like she’s trying to piece you back together one kiss at a time.

And when she pulls you close again, tangling your legs with hers and cradling your head to her chest, she starts humming. It’s soft, slow—just a few notes at first, then a quiet melody. It’s not anything you’ve heard before. Something made up on the spot, maybe. But the warmth of it fills the room like candlelight.

Her fingers brush your hair back rhythmically. Her heartbeat steadies against your cheek.

“I love you,” she whispers after a while, when your breathing’s calmed and the sobs have turned into soft exhales. “You don’t ever have to go through hard things alone again, okay?”

Taylor doesn’t expect you to answer.

She can feel the way your body trembles, the way your breath catches in your chest like it physically hurts to let it out. So she just holds you tighter. Not too tight—just enough to let you know you’re not alone. That she’s not going anywhere.

Her hand moves slowly and steadily up and down your spine, tracing the curve of your back through the blanket, through your sweatshirt, through all the weight you’re carrying. She rests her chin on top of your head, lips pressed against your hair like a promise.

The room is almost silent, save for the rhythm of your breathing—still uneven, but softer now—and the faint tick of the clock on the wall.

She hums again. This time, a lullaby melody. Something simple and wordless. It sounds like comfort itself, like safety spun into sound. Every note vibrates gently against you where her chest meets your cheek, the way music feels before you even hear it.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to. You just stay curled into her, your fists tangled in her cardigan like you’re afraid she might slip away. But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. She molds around you like she was built to be your shelter.

And then she shifts just a little, just enough to lie down fully behind you. One arm stays draped protectively over your waist. The other slides under your head like a pillow, her fingers brushing through your hair in the slowest, most patient strokes.

You feel her legs curve gently around yours, a subtle tangle of warmth. No space between you. Not even a sliver.

Her breath evens out slowly, syncing with yours like it always does when she’s lying this close. You feel the rise and fall of her chest against your back, the calm steadiness of her even now—like she’s trying to breathe calmness into you, like maybe if she’s gentle enough, you’ll feel it too.

And you do.

Not all at once. But in tiny ways. In the loosening of your jaw. In the way your fingers start to unclench from her sweater. In the quiet that starts to settle in your head—like the storm has passed, or maybe just paused for a little while.

Taylor says nothing. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t try to fix you.

She just stays.

She presses a kiss into the back of your neck—slow, lingering—and you feel the silent words in it: I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.

The blanket rustles as she shifts closer still, like she’s trying to wrap herself around every aching part of you.

And there, in the silence and the softness and her unwavering presence, something inside you begins to breathe again.

[dawnoftime22]

hold me.

| T.S

Warnings: None.

Summary: A voice softer than anyone else's could ever be, accompanied with gentle touches that reassure you everything would be okay.

Word Count: 834

Category: Fluff and comfort

A/N: for anyone who needs it<3 and also its the 1st anniversary of the first fic I posted on this blog today :]

| Started on 09/03/2024, 6:23 AM |

| Finished on 09/03/2034, 11:30 AM |

Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“In your times of fear, I will always be here to quiet down your reeling mind.”

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You were laid down on the couch, your arm dangling off the side. You weren't on your phone, you had gotten distracted by spacing out and sitting in silence. Or at least, your surroundings were. Your mind did the opposite.

The front door had opened, and Taylor appears from behind it, her keys making a clinking sound against each other that echoes throughout the house. She had taken a quick look before closing the front door.

Already, you propped yourself up with your arms, your body reacting faster than your head at Taylor coming back home.

"Baby, I'm home!" She said, her voice a gentle but loud volume in case you were farther away in the house. Yet, she hadn't noticed you were on the couch, her focus more on taking off her shoes.

You stood up though, getting off the couch as quick as you could and going over to her. Just as she turned around, she feels you wrapping your arms around her, making her eyes widen slightly as she looked down.

"Hi," She said with a small chuckle, the sudden embrace surprising her, but she didn't mind. Her hands went around you to hold you.

The way you stayed quiet has her concerns build up, and she lightly squeezes your body, pulling you closer. She thinks over whatever could have happened, or if she's missed something important today, but it had been a seemingly calm day and your birthday or anniversary weren't up until the next few months.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Taylor asks, her voice as soft as a feather. She slides her hand in an up and down motion on your back, her movement slow and gentle.

"...Just hold me," You mumble, barely even a breath louder as you nuzzled into her neck for warmth and comfort. Small strands of her hair brushed against your skin as you did so.

She gazes down at you, her mouth forming a small frown. But when she feels you tightening your grip on her, she understands, and only continues to hold you.

"I love you, you know that?" She whispers softly, leaning her head onto yours and slowly laying a gentle kiss on the side.

You let out the softest, smallest sigh, your shoulders going down at her words. A sad smile raises on her lips, and she knows the problem was possibly your mind getting loud with all its thoughts.

She leans back slightly, but still letting your bodies touch. Her hands glide up from behind your back to cup your cheeks. Taylor's heart ached each time she was reminded of how bad things could get for you whenever she wasn't by your side.

You slowly open your eyes, searching hers, and she can nearly see the bit of fear goimg around in your pupils. She rubs her thumb gently across your cheek, leaning in to ever so lightly boop your nose with hers just to take away the heavy weight on your heart.

"Everything's gonna be okay." She reassures, her head moving in a small nod, and that gets you to raise the corners of your lips slightly.

Benjamin padded over to the two of you, seeing how you were hugging and wanted to join in, brushing his body against your legs. The gentle touch had you pulling back slightly to look down, seeing blue eyes staring back at you. Nearly the same ones that was above you.

Your eyes brighten up slightly, and you lean down to pick him up. Taylor's face now held a full smile, watching you hold him in your arms as you patted his head. Her hand goes to rub his body all the while, her fingers going through his fur.

"Even Benji loves you." Her voice had perhaps gone an octave higher, and with Benjamin purring against your chest, you lean your head on her shoulder.

"They all do." Taylor said, her eyes traveling over to the hallway leading to your shared bedroom, where Olivia was sleeping and Meredith was just laying there, watching from afar. She then looks back down to Benjamin, her heart swelling. She didn't want him to be in the arms of anyone else but you.

"The smallest boy." She said quietly as she went to scratch his chin, the vibrations of his purring felt against her hand. Your eyes watch him before going up to look at her.

"I love you." The soft whisper of your voice, mixed with emotions had her instantly returning her attention to you, giving Benjamin one last pat before pulling you closer for another embrace. But this time, her arms were around your shoulders, careful to not squish the cat.

"I love you more." It was an honest promise. She could and will say it a thousand more times for you if you needed it or not. The demons in your mind had definitely scurried away by now, the matching rhythms of your hearts proving the love you held.

She then leans back to kiss the tip of your nose, the tickle making you giggle softly.

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