#taylor swift x oc

[scarletwitchproperty]

Your eyes whispered have we met? - Masterlist (completed story)

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Fem!OC (or Reader, just replace the OC's name with your own lmao I don't know T-T )

Summary: (the prompt for this story came from a soulmate!au writing prompt)

When you connect eyes with your soulmate for the first time, your dominant hand’s wrist will start to hurt. You are watching an actor/actress talk about their recent movie when they look at the camera for a split second. Your wrist starts to become irritated.

You lived your entire 27 years of life without meeting your soulmate, that is until your best friend drags you to one Taylor Swift's interview for her upcoming album, 'Midnights'. What follows is a journey that even you could have never predicted.

Chapters: 1 -2-3 (nsfw)-4-5 (nsfw)-6 (epilogue)

[talesofely]

i caved. i wrote a taylor swift x f1!driver reader on wattpad 🥲

and of course she's a ferarri driver, duh?

she's childhood best friends w/ max & charles too, duh?

she's also travis kelce's cousin? oops?

oh, and i adapted jade west's attitude onto her cause yes. :p

i'm hoping u guys will give it a read cause i rlly like the plot in this lol. it's very very messy ash 😭

i hope u guys enjoooyyy, if ever u wanna read it! 🫶

Track No. Thirteen

https://www.wattpad.com/story/376657672?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=talesofely

[myladysapphire]

You belong with me

you and jace were childhood friends, you never left eachothers side growing up, but that all changed once you both went off to university.

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, angst, jealousy, unrequited love (kinda), love confessions, not proofread!

word count: 5,896

modern Jace x fem!reader

Masterlist

a/n based of taylor swifts you belong with me, lyrics and music video.i also have very little knowledge of american uni or football, but i tried my best though!

You and Jace had grown up, side by side. Your mothers had been the best of friends, and so naturally you both were also. For your entire lives you knew everything about each other, your traits your habits, you knew each other better than you knew yourselves. You made every decision together, especially the decision to go to Dragonstone university together.

And that decision changed everything.

It wasn’t a surprise that Jace became so popular, he always had been. Always so able to draw a crowd and make friends in any situation.

And you, you had always been one to take a backseat. Happy in the friends you had, and never one to put yourself out there as he did.

And sadly, that seemed to be your first mistake.

He had joined the football team, finding new friends and a new crowd quickly.

You stuck to your old friends. Making small efforts to know the endless crowds of people at university.

And so, he and you started to spend less time together, and more and more time apart.

And then he got a girlfriend.

Sara Snow.

The cheer captain.

And the sister of his new best friend, Cregan Stark.

And suddenly you weren’t apart of his life anymore. You had found out he had a girlfriend from sitting on the bleachers at one of his games and seeing her run towards him and shove her tongue down his throat.

As time went on, your texts to one another became less and less, your replies delayed, and sporadic, and his ever more so.

Your study sessions stop, nights in together became nights in apart.

It hurt, you had loved him for so long, as a friend and a lover. Not that he knew. All you could do no was stare in envy as you lost your best friend and never even got a chance to say goodbye.

That year was a strange one, you now watched each other from the outskirts, you didn’t know each other every thought or where they were at all times.

Ther person you looked to in every room, no longer there, no longer was he the person you would text at every opportunity, or share looks as you reacted to what other people were saying.

Now you only knew each other in passing, a few texts here and there, mostly about your course, or if you were going home for summer or the weekend.

And when you both were home, it was so different. Once you would spend all day together, planning your days with each other. And now, you may sit in the same room, but little more than small smiles and small talk was shared between you.

And the few times you did feel you could talk to him; he would be, interrupted by his new friends coming to whisk him away.

The last three years you started to get used to not having Jace as a constant presence, instead you found great comfort in your other friends, you had always been close to them, and apart of you was grateful as you began to realise the love of female friendships, rather than just the love of Jacearys Strong.

It was Friday, the week before the big football game. The game everyone talked nonstop about, even Jace, as he had messaged you asking if you were coming to the game.

You had yet to respond.

Once you were his biggest cheerleader, sitting on the bleachers shouting his name. Now you no longer cheered his name, though you always sent him a kind smile when he did look for you in the crowd.

But unlike before you no longer went to every game, and as time went on you went to less and less.

 “Are you going to the game on Friday?” Maris asked. You were all sat in a private study room, preparing for your midterms.

You shrugged “maybe, I’m not sure yet”

“of course, we all are! It’s the big game, everyone’s talked about it nonstop!” Baela said beside you, “and I also don’t want to miss watching Cregan stark all hot and sweaty, now would I?” she said with a laugh, she and him had been casually hooking up for a past year, and with the way he looked at her she was sure they were soon to become more.

You laughed, “perhaps for you maybe, not that I have anyone worth ogling over”.

“Sure, you don’t” Heleana giggled from the other side of the table “poor Jacey would miss you terribly if you don’t go”.

“Oh please, he wouldn’t care if I was there or not” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh? Aside from his on again off again weird little thing with Sara Snow, Jace is, besotted with you!” Maris interjected.

“she’s not wrong” Rhaena spoke,

“Really?” you shook your head, “perhaps once, but he rarely speaks more than a few words to me anymore”.

“Perhaps that’s because he realised how hot you are” Baela said, sending you a wink.

“Oh gods, do you remember the look on his face when you slept with Justin Lannister in our first year” Maris laughed, “he looked like a kicked puppy!”

“Especially when he saw the hickey he had left” Heleana added.

You shook your head “I think he was more disgusted with the fact I slept with Justin than anything else”.

“hmm” Rhaena hummed, “and when you and Aemond dated in high school, what about then?”

“Oh gods, don’t bring that up” Heleana grumbled, “it still brings me nightmares, from when I walked in- “she fakes gagged at the memory.

“Okay stop it, I think you’ve all proved your point!” you sighed, “maybe once he had a crush on me, but not anymore!”

They all shared a look.

“And what about your crush on him?”

“What crush?” you said defensively.

They all laughed.

You stood up dramatic, gathering your books, “if I go to the game will you all shut up?”

“We make no promises!” Maris said, laughing once more.

“Ughh, I don’t know why I put up with you lot” you grumbled, as you went to leave.

“Because you love us” Heleana, answered.

“And Jacey too” Baela added.

you rolled your eyes as you left, heading home for the weekend.

You returned home often, your mother was all alone with out you there, though you did often find Rhaenyra, Jace’s mother, in her company. You loved seeing them both, finding Rhaenrya presence to be as much as a comfort as your own mothers.

Its one of the reasons your friendship with Jace fading into what it was now, hurt so much.

Before you had practically lived at Jace’s house growing up and now you rarely went over there, despite living next door, your bedroom windows facing one another. It hurt, seeing the life you knew suddenly disappear. To spend the summers in your own home, having your friends come to yours rather than to his, especially when you could see him on his bed, and you on yours.

He had changed, though not so much that he seemed a stranger to you, though his company was certainly strange. He knows hung out around Aegon a lot more, though he had once avoided him as often as he could. You were glad he had yet to adopt Aegon’s personality, the self-entitlement mixed with the self-loathing. Jace remained kind, his gaze often on yours whenever you were in the same room together. Something you had heard Aegon mock on several occasions.

As you walked into your house, the taste of cinnamon and sound of laughter flooded your senses. It was no surprise to see your mother in the kitchen, and even less of a surprise to see Rhaenyra with her, a smile graced your face as you approached the pair.

“mama” you greeted, “Nyra”.

“Oh darling, I didn’t know you were coming home!” your mother greeted, pulling you into a hug.

“I came home to study, I couldn’t focus with all the football stuff going on” you sighed, dumping your bag on the kitchen table.

Rhaenyra laughed, “yes Jace has talked nonstop about the football” she then looked at you with a sad look, “are you planning to go?”

“I’m not sure yet” you replied, stealing one of your mother’s cinnamon rolls from the counter.

“I’m sure Jace wants you there, he misses your rituals you know” Nyra spoke, coming to sit down at the table you now sat at.

“He does?” you did too, he was the reason you got into football in the first place and watching him without your rituals or watching games without Jace’s constant commentary.

“I know he does” she smiled, reaching for your hand, as your mother moved towards to the table.

“Believe it or not, darling, he talks about you often” she gave you a teasing look.

You shook your head, “if only he talked to me and not about me more” moving to stand up and head for your room.

“He said he was coming back this week, perhaps he will” Nyra called out as you started to walk up the stairs.

As you lay on your bed, your eyes moving to investigate Jace’s room. You laid there for a while, hoping they would open.

And they did. He had clearly just returned home just like yourself, his face tired, as he moved to sit on his bed, his face downcast, no smile in sight.         

You moved to sit up, and as you did, he saw you, a small smile gracing his face.

He sent you a small shy wave, and for a moment you felt as if you and he were back to normal.

But then his smile disappeared as his phone rang.

She tried to not watch as he argued with someone, his girlfriend you assumed. They always argued, she was always upset about something he had said, she never got his humour, not like you once did.

You couldn’t think of anything they truly had in common, then again you didn’t know either of them, not anymore.

On paper It made sense them being together, she was cheer captain and he on the football team, whilst you, you were on the bleachers, watching the game and waiting for his victory, whilst she would cheer him on, in his direct view. Ever the supporting act, and you the extra.

Before Uni, you and been his biggest and though you still supported him, it hurt a little seeing her cheer his name, especially since you never knew if they were off or on again until her, she shoved her tongue down his throat.

You and he used to have a ritual before each game. the day before you would always bunk of school, and he would always somehow convince you to join him on his run, you would run side by side, your phones listening to same playlist. (You and he had always had the exact same music taste, music she didn’t like, if the  though few parties hosted by his frat and her sorority were anything to go off of)Then you would spend the night staying up and watching the same three movies, before falling into a sugar induced coma only to be woken up by Nyra and Luke aggressively shilling you both awake screaming that your going to be late, and when you did finally wake up Jace would always force you both to take an ice bath, claiming it to be a good way to wake you up. You never believed him, and it would take him pulling you into the water with him for you to join him.

You would be there for every game and event, cheering from the bleachers.

And now as you watched him arguing with his girlfriend, you wished you knew what they were saying, there issues. A part of you regretted not trying harder to stay friends with him, even though it was him who moved away from you, not you away from him.

You reached down under your bed, trying to find the old sketchbook you used to use to talk to Jace before you both had phones.

You didn’t have his number anymore, having deleted it off your phone, though you remembered it off by heart, a part, something you could never bring yourself to forget it.

You didn’t want to text him, it didn’t feel right, you are reaching out first almost didn’t feel right either but eh looked hurt and you deep down still cared.

Finding a pen you quickly wrote, “you, okay?” Finding a pen you quickly wrote, “are you okay?”

He had sat down on his bed, head in his hands before looking up to see you turn the paper around.

A smile graced his face as he shrugged and reached for his own sketchbook and pen.

“Tired of drama” he wrote.

You laughed a little at his message, writing “sorry” with a sad face beside it, shrugging as you turned the paper around

And he shook his head, moving to stand up as you went to write something else, only for him to shut his curtain before he could see what you wrote. 

You shrugged of his easy dismissal, and how so few words were exchanged before he decided to end the conversation.

You had finished you studying, content and ready for your exams, so blasting your music on full volume you started to dance around your room.

Unbeknownst to you, he watched you dance, a smile pulling at his face as he realised you were the same as always. You danced like no one was watching singing along to the songs as you did. And he smiled, laughing at your antics as he remembered how you used to pull him up and dance with you.

He regretted how he ended his friendship with abandoning you, he wasn’t even sure why he did it. He knew he hurt you. He feltBu, for his own selfish somehow, he had made gain. He had made new friends; he, he was popular and on the uni football team. He liked the spotlight always had and was half to have all these new friends. He had made a great bond with but in doing so he lost his truest friend and the woman he loved.

He had decided to talk to you, to apologise and make up for what he did. So, as he saw you at outside the bench outside both your houses he came over and sat beside you. So, as he saw yous at outside the bench outside both your houses he came over and say beside you.

“hey” you heard a voice say beside you, as you turned your head to see Jace sit beside you.

“hey” you said back, as your hair falling in front of your face. He reached his hand forward, to brush the hair out of your eyes, and tucking it behind your ear.

 “How have you been?” he asked, his hand lingering slightly. You stared at him fro a moment, he still dressed the same, with the same worn-out jeans, the same smile, but with better hair.

You supposed you looked entirely different, though at the same time you hadn’t changed either. Your curled hair was no longer a frizzy messed, but well maintained. You didn’t wear your glasses much anymore, now favouring contacts. He seemed to smile as he took you in, staring at your eyes.

“I’m good, you?”

“Good, excited for the game…” he kept talking and it felt like old times again, you thought, it was so easy, to return to how it once was, chatting about nothing in particular.

He smiled as he spoke to you, happily chatting away. His smile was the same as always, a smile you sworn could light up a town.

“I haven’t seen you in a while” you said after a pause.

“yeah” he said awkwardly, scratching his head “I’m sorry about that, I never meant to- “a car pulled up, with Sara Snow in it.

He got up suddenly, mumbling goodbye as he did. His smile had faded, and turned into a forced smile, the kind of smile you gave to a stranger you passed in the hallway, as he got into her car. She instantly pulled him in for a kiss, her eyes staring you down as she did.

You had never actually talked to her before, never known anyone who had, but you did know Cregan, though not well, and he rarely said anything nice about his sister.

They drove away after that, Jace looking at you over his shoulder as they did.

The rest of the day you kept too yourself, focusing on studying. Jace had yet to return home, the light off in his room. Not that you were checking.

He had sent you a text, “sorry”, nothing more. You hadn’t replied, you didn’t even know what to say.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the light in his room turn on.

He walked in with a downtrodden look. He had spent the whole day with her and felt only regret on not spending it with you.

He and sara were on and off again, never anything serious, no feelings past lust. Especially after how she talked about you today. He ended it officially, and he couldn’t be happier. Especially when he saw yous at at your bed.

He reached under his bed for his sketchbook, reminiscing on how even as children you couldn’t spend an hour with out talking to one another.

It had all changed after uni, and he regretted not dragging you with him as he changed.

“hey” he wrote holding it up hoping you would look, and as luck would have it you did.

You seemed unsure as you yourself grabbed your own sketchbook, writing the words.

“what’s up?”

“I wanted to see if you were okay”.

You furrowed your brows “yeah?”

He sent you a small smile, before grabbing his phone and calling you.

“Hey?” you answered, your tone nervous.

“Hey!” he said trying to lighten your mood a little, “i’m sorry about earlier it won’t happen again”.

Yous kissed your teeth nodding your head, “right” his actions early hadn’t supposed you, they only made you realise that you and he won’t ever return to how you were before. Choosing each other first always, and never up and leaving each other mid conversation.

“I…. i broke up with her, officially”.

You hummed, he nervously coughed.

“I I know I hurt you when I started dating her, and i…I am so sorry, I just got so caught up in the idea of it all, these…these past few years have been a torment to me, watching as you seemed perfectly okay with us not…not being us anymore and I didn’t know how to…how to talk to you or-“

“i wasn’t perfectly okay with it” you interrupted him “at not point was I okay with loosing my best friend” you shook your head, glaring at him through the window “I tried to talk to you  and you shook me off, you chose her over an 18  year long friendship, how would I be okay with It!”

“I didn’t!” he said quickly, his face panicked, “I-I I messaged you I swear I did I sent you so many messages and you never replied”.

“No, you didn’t, I get the odd one but the second is as her shove her tongue down your throat I haven’t received these “many messages” you claim to have sent”.

“what?” he looked shocked through the window, “I told you about her, how I got drunk and slept with her at a party and how she wouldn’t take no as an answer, you never replied, I sent you countless texts about going to study together or hanging out and you never showed up!”

“What! You never showed up when I asked you!” you were near shouting now.

“You never asked me- “

“Neither did you!”

You heard your mum call you are asking if you were okay. You went silent, “we can’t do this over the phone”.

“Meet me at the backdoor” you looked at him nodding your head.

“hey” you said as Jace opened his back door, pulling it closed behind him.

“hey” he said moving towards you, “look, clearly there was some reason we never got these texts”.

You looked at him in disbelief, shaking your head, “gods Jace I didn’t realise you were so blind!” you laughed, “look I don’t know her or anything about her but, are you sure Sara never used your phone and maybe deleted the messages?”

“Umm…no?” he said unsure, “why would she do that”.

“Oh, please Jace, you and I have known each other our whole lives, and when we first started uni, we were acting like a married couple, she probably wanted me out the way so she could date you”.

“But we weren’t…we’ve never- “he stuttered awkwardly.

“Have you never once thought of me-?”

He cut you off, “no!” he said it too fast, so fast that you were unsure if he meant it.

“Really? Because I have, I did” you replied, sending him a shy look. You had hopped he had to and that you are saying this would make him say it in return.

He looked at you shocked, not expecting your admission, then his face turned guilty.  “I know” he said looking down, “but at the time I- I saw you nothing more than a…a friend and so I…I dated Sara to push you away in hope you would stop seeing me as more than a friend.” He scratched his head awkwardly, looking down his eyes filled with guilt.

 “oh” that’s all you could say. It was the first time you had ever admitted you had actually liked him, and to be rejected so clearly. To know the reason why he was with Sara, the reason he was with her in the first place was to get rid of you, it hurt more than three years of only passing words and fading friendship.

“I. I’m sorry I… I broke up with her though”.

You laughed a humourless laugh, almost in disbelief “I well that makes what you said better” you scoffed, truing around to leave.

He grabbed your arm, “No…I” he whispered your name, “I… I do like you like that… I’m just before her id dint realise my feelings for you and I do know…”

You scoffed, “right… so it took fucking another woman and ignoring me for three years, to save me from my feeling, made you realise you liked me to?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

You laughed, a short scoff of a laugh, “by the gods Jace you’re an idiot” this time when he grabbed your arm as you went to leave you only shook him off, storming up to your room and leaving the curtains shut for the rest of the weekend.

That week you swear you saw Jace everywhere. He seemed to follow you almost.

Though you were both doing the same course, meaning 90% of your lectures were together.

“Why is Jace following you?” Maris asked as you both walked out of your seminar.

“Oh gods, I haven’t told you, have I?”

She laughed, intrigued, “no, what happened”.

You looked down laughing as you tried to tell her, “Well Jace and I finally talked and he… admitted he liked me?”

“What!”

“that’s not it… but he also told me that he knew I liked him and that was the reason he started dating Sara… so I would stop liking him”.

“What the hells?” Baela said as she caught up to the pair of you, “did I just hear that right”.

“don’t even get me started! But I basically told him he was an idiot; I mean who hurts someone like that!”

“Idiots!” Maris and Baela said simultaneously.

And as they did you saw Jace appear from around the corner, two coffees in hand. He had a hopeful look in his eyes as he walked towards you.

“Speak of the devil” you mumbled, as you turned to your friends, “I’ll be back in a minute” you said as you walked towards him.

“Jace” you greeted. “What do you want now?”

“To apologise” he said handing you a coffee, “I really am sorry, I never should have done what I did, and I should have told you, and not kept it from you.” He looked at you, his face kin to puppy scrounging for food.

“Then why did you?” You said as you ushered him to an empty room.

“I was scared. “He admitted, smiling shyly, “all my life I had loved you and everyone told me you did too, and then. then you and Aemond started dating and I thought they all were lying to me and how could you ever love me and when you could be with him”

In truth it took you until after your relationship with Aemond to realise your feelings for Jace, in fact it was Aemond who broke up with you because he saw said feelings first.

He continued. “And then you broke up and everyone was telling me to take a chance, and then uni started, and I got scared and realised that you did I fact like me too. But for some reason I was convinced that being in a relationship in uni would only tear us apart. So… so I decided to take a step back and stop whatever romantic feelings we had- “

“That wasn’t your choice to make Jace, maybe for yourself but my own feelings? You had no right!”

“I know… I know. I was- I am an idiot and…I’m sorry, truly.”

You sighed, you could see he was really sorry, and yet an apart of you didn’t want to forgive him. But another part of you wanted to jump into his arms and forgive him.

“I want us to be friends.” He said, with a hopeful gaze. And your heart broke all other again.

“no” you stepped back, “you know of my feelings, and… I-I can’t be your friend, I can’t ignore those feelings, I won’t, I can’t” tears welled in your eyes at the look on his face.

“I don’t know if I can give you what you want.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have loved you my whole life, and I have already screwed that up, I can’t risk whatever we have now for a relationship.” “we have nothing, we are not friends, not lovers, nothing. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain”.

“No, I have everything to lose, I have already lost your friendship, I can’t risk breaking your heart and loosing you forever!”

“So, because you’re afraid of the possibility of us breaking up you won’t try?” you shook your head, “I can’t believe you! I don’t understand what you want! And you clearly don’t see what I want either!” you went to leave, “I can’t anymore Jace, I just want, I can’t look at you without my heartbreaking. You broke my heart and our friendship once before because you feared losing me forever, well know I think you might have lost me anyway.”

You left without another word or a single glance.

The week passed slowly, your friends were a great comfort and your exams seemed to breeze past you, but the nagging in your back of your mind was constant.

The regret and want. The want to see Jace, to take back what you said and make him realise what an idiot he was. And the regret from not grabbing his face and kissing him.

You and he had been each other’s first kiss, using the excuse of ‘practice’ to cover up you real feelings. It had been awkward, with nose and teeth clashing, and then before you knew it the kisses became perfect, casual even. You had both been sure it was the start of something. And then you ruined it by saying yes when Aemond asked you on a date. You never regretted dating him, he was your first love, your first everything. But not your first kiss. He made you realise what love was and that it was what you had with Jace all along.

Then University started, you lived in the same halls, saw each other every moment of everyday, cooking together, studying together. And then the casual kissing came back. Sweet kisses goodbye or good morning. And then one day you had lingered, and he had pushed back. Your daily routine faded, and then it all happened. The football team and Sara Snow.

It would of been better had he just stopped kissing you, stopped initiating the kisses. Instead, he left you, and now you had done the same to him.

And yet here you stood, getting ready for the big football game, with all your friends.

You wore a jersey, his. The day he got on the team he had gotten you both a jersey. It had sat unworn in a box under your bed since then. It fit perfectly, his name written in bold on the back, alongside his lucky number. The number you had picked, the number that was conveniently todays date.

You stared into the mirror taking a deep breath as your friends all readied themselves. You weren’t sure exactly what you planned to do, but either way Jace would regret ever saying no to dating you.

Everyone was at the game, including the entirety of Jace’s family, you found yourself sat next to Rhaenrya and Luke. You sat right at the front, practically, on the field, meaning Jace could see you, and more importantly you in his jersey. They had all taken notice of your jersey, with Harwin sending you a teasing look.

It was loud and chaotic, the entirety of the university at the event and for good cause as Jace’s team had won.

You hadn’t really paid any attention, your eyes solely focused of Jace.  

He made eye contact with you, solely you and came rushing forward. You stood up moving yourself and before you knew it, he had sweeped you up into is arms. Spinning you around, he whispered like a chant “I’m so sorry, I regret everything I never should have- “

You shut him up, taking his mouth with yours in a slow passionate kiss. Moaning into each other’s mouths, you realised you both had got on lost in the crowd, as everyone had run into the field. Leaving you to find a moment alone, to finally reconnect and admit your feelings.

“Come with me” he said grabbing your hand, leading you away from the crowd and field.

“I’ve never taken anyone here before” he said once you finally reached your destination, it was a sweet little outlook with a view of the island. “The day I found it I wanted to save it, for you”.

You looked at each other, hands entwined.

“I love you” you both said in unison, bringing a smile to each of your faces.  

“I am so sorry about everything, I don’t know why I said what I did, why I asked to be friends and nothing more. I’m a fool”

“You’re my fool” you laughed, “in fact were both fools, I don’t know why we kept this from each other for 21 years. “You laughed, before reaching forward and kissing him again.

It was so different from your years of practice kisses. They were deliberate and sweet. This was hot, passionate and desperate.

“Gods, I need you” he moaned into your mouth, as he backed you up onto a tree, his hands descending to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your bodies stating to slowly grind against one another as your tongues battled for dominance, his eventually winning, as he took you in for one last heated kiss before his lips began deciding down your neck.

“Please.” You begged, as you reached down to pull of his jersey, you wore nothing underneath, your bare breasts on show.

He moaned at the sight of them, before taking your nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as he did. Low moans spilling out of you as he did.  You gripped his hair as he continued his ministrations, before pulling him of your breast and reaching up to undress him. Soon you were both bare, if anyone was to walk by, they would easily you, but neither of you seemed to care as Jace moved to kiss you again his hand reaching down to caress your wet cunt, shuddering as he penetrated your hole.

As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, your moans swallowed by his mouth as you felt yourself tighten around his fingers your peak edging closer and closer, before he withdrew his fingers causing a moan of protest as his fingers left you.

“Keep going” you pleaded, but he simply shook his head, before going on his knees, your leg moving o his shoulder as he licked your cunt. He lapped you up like he was dying, and you were his final meal. Licking up all your juices before finally reaching your clit, his fingers hand made there way back to your cunt, as you felt his finger penetrate you once more as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

You moaned loudly as he did so, making no effort to hide your pleasure, as you gripped his hair and started to ride his face until you finally came.

he stood up slowly, before once again pulling you into heated kiss.

“You taste divine” he moaned into your mouth, before groaning as you reached for his cock. “jump” he groaned, and as you allowing him to thrust, into you in one slick movement as you wrapped your legs around his waist, causing you both to moan simultaneously, as your walls wrapped around his length tightly, he didn’t move for a moment, allowing you both to adjust before he started to pump his hips slowly into you, building up a rhyme.

“Gods you moaned,” gripping onto him tightly, as he started to pound into you, you both moaning as his pace picked up.

His face was buried in your neck, leaving kisses you where sure would leave a mark.

He continued to thrust his hips, pounding into you as your peaks grew closer and closer, his cock throbbing inside you as your cunt tightened around his length.

“I’m going to cum” he whined. “Fuck, where?” he asked, reaching down to rub your clit, prompting you closer and closer to Cumming with him.

“Inside…I’m on the pill” you said between moans and before you knew it you felt the warmness of him spreads inside you as you came yourself, gripping tightly on his arms as you did.

You took a moment, leaning against, him and him you.

“Why did we wait so long to do this again?” he asked catching his breath.

“Because you’re an idiot”.

He laughed, “and I will spend every day making it up to you I swear” he kissed you softly, as if sealing his promise in a kiss, a promise you knew he would keep “I should have known, you belong with me”.

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you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

[rawrfrferrari]

Call It What You Want | CL16

Concept: Reader gets a lot of hate online because she called out a journalist for being fat phobic. Charles defends his girlfriend after she deactivates all her socials and remove all her posts. She comes back stronger with Charles by his side.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!Reader Genre: SMAU, Angst, Fluff Warnings: Mention of cyber bullying, DTs, fat-shaming.

Face claim: Kendall Jenner

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6 MONTHS LATER...

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kymillman A familiar face, a fresh start. Y/N Y/LN spotted in Melbourne with boyfriend Charles Leclerc and his new teammate Lewis Hamilton, looking happier than ever after a long public silence.

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[aphroditsdaughter]

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS

Paige was the kind of girl who made you feel like the center of her world, only to let you slip away when you became too fragile to hold.

paige bueckers x reader

lots of angst, just sad sad sad (not proofread)

You never forgot the first time Paige looked at you

really looked at you.

It was winter, one of those moody afternoons where the sky can't decide whether to snow or just hang heavy and gray forever. You were tucked into the corner of a coffee shop, nursing a half-cold drink and pretending to read while people-watching, when she walked in. Her coat was too big for her, her hair wind-tangled, cheeks flushed. She was carrying a worn leather notebook, pressed to her chest like something sacred.

She ordered with a soft, low voice — oat milk latte, extra foam — and then turned too quickly, her elbow catching the edge of her cup. The coffee splashed across the pages of her notebook, and she froze, just staring at it. Not upset. Just… disappointed. Like she'd expected this.

You handed her a napkin. Then your pen. Then, hesitantly, your spare notebook.

She smiled. Not with her mouth, not yet but her eyes warmed, slow and molten. “Thanks,” she said, and the way the word slid off her tongue made your stomach knot.

That was it.

That was how it started.

Being with Paige was like falling asleep under stars you didn’t realize were dying. She was gentle in the way a wave is beautiful, captivating, but always pulling you somewhere deeper than you meant to go. Like a song, where the melody lured you in, and the words left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, something you couldn’t quite shake off even if you wanted to. There were days when she made you feel like art fragile, irreplaceable, but always under some kind of scrutiny. She’d trace your collarbone with her fingers like it was a sentence she was memorizing, as if the rhythm of her touch was a kind of poetry, one she couldn’t quite express fully in words. It was as if, with every stroke of her fingers, she was attempting to understand the parts of you that even you didn’t know how to explain. And in return, you tried to understand her — the pieces of her that she kept tucked behind the walls, the ones she rarely let anyone see.

She liked to talk in whispers when the world was quiet, when the space between you was small and humid, full of things neither of you knew how to say. It was as if you were both dancing around something, each touch and word a step closer to something you both feared and wanted at the same time. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was full of longing, a subtle pressure that built up without release. She spoke in ways that made everything feel delicate, like even the smallest thing between you could shatter if you weren’t careful. Her words had weight, but not the kind you could easily carry. There was always a tension, like she was both drawing you in and pushing you away, creating a space where everything felt just on the edge of breaking.

She’d call you “baby” with that half-sleepy voice in the mornings, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deep, as if she were still caught between dreams and the reality of being tangled up in you. She’d tangle her legs around yours like she couldn’t bear to be apart for even a second, holding you in a way that felt both possessive and desperate. There was something in her touch, in her need for closeness, that made you feel like you were the center of her universe. But even in those moments, you could feel the distance. It wasn’t obvious at first, but you began to sense it, the invisible walls she built, the way she let you in only as far as the version of herself she felt comfortable sharing.

The intimacy she gave was like a door that opened just enough to let you see the shape of her heart but never quite enough to step inside. After sex, she’d rest her forehead against yours, breathing you in like she needed to be anchored, as if you were the only thing in the world that made sense. But even then, you could feel the walls — the barriers she carefully constructed. There was love there, undeniable and raw, but it was tempered by something older, something unhealed, something that kept her from fully surrendering. The need to be close, to wrap herself around you, was always followed by the retreat, like she was afraid that too much closeness would make everything unravel.

You asked her once, quietly, “What are you afraid of?” You didn’t expect her to answer, not really, but it was a question that had been pressing on your chest for days. You wanted to understand the distance she kept, the way she pulled away just when you thought you were close enough to hold her. She kissed you instead of answering, her lips pressing against yours with the kind of intensity that told you everything without saying a word. It was a kiss full of contradictions deep and passionate, but with an edge of sadness, as if she was trying to say something she couldn’t quite form into words. Her kiss was a language all its own, one you knew but still couldn’t fully understand.

In those moments, it felt like love was a fragile thing, something so close and yet so unreachable. She was like someone who loved too deeply to ever let go but also feared the weight of that love, afraid it might consume her if she gave it all. She was the kind of person who only let herself get close enough to love but not enough to break, like a favorite toy that gets put back on the shelf after too many tears have been shed over it. You knew that love could never be perfect with her, that the pieces of her you wanted to hold onto might slip away before you could ever fully catch them. But that didn’t stop you from wanting her, from reaching for her, knowing you’d never get the whole of her but always hoping for a little more.

Sometimes, when you lay beside her at night, the warmth of her body against yours felt like a tether but it was a tether to something you couldn’t quite keep. There were days when you would catch her staring at you, her gaze heavy, as if she were thinking of something far away, something you couldn’t reach no matter how hard you tried. The distance between you wasn’t always physical, but it was always there a soft, invisible line she couldn’t cross, no matter how much you both needed it to be crossed.

She loved you in a way that was both consuming and evasive, always giving but never fully surrendering. You could feel her love in the way she held you close, in the way her fingers lingered on your skin, in the way she kissed you with a quiet desperation, as if she feared the moment she let it go. But you knew, deep down, that her love — like her — was always on the verge of breaking. It was beautiful, fragile, and just a little out of reach. And no matter how many times you reached for her, you couldn’t stop wondering if you were just another one of the things she loved until it was too much, until it cracked and slipped through her fingers.

It didn’t happen all at once, but it felt like it was always coming. At first, the changes were small, so small that you could convince yourself they were just shadows passing in the corner of your mind. She stopped texting “good morning.” It was subtle like a song playing in the background, one that started with a soft melody but eventually turned into something more dissonant, something you couldn’t ignore anymore. When you told her “I love you,” the words used to be a rhythm between you, easy and true, but now she just smiled softly, her gaze drifting somewhere far away, almost like she was holding back something heavy.

Her kisses slowed, like she was hesitating, and for the first time, you wondered if she was thinking too hard about what they meant. Were they still the same? Or were they becoming hollow echoes of a love that was fading? You could almost hear the ticking of a clock, counting down the moments until she would slip further away from you.

Then came the nights, long and cold, like a broken lyric you couldn’t quite grasp. She stopped coming home until it was too late. Her eyes were always glassy, like she was lost in a world you didn’t understand, and the taste of her lips oh, it never tasted like her anymore. It tasted like someone else’s, someone else’s secrets, and you never asked who they were. You never had to. She didn’t offer, and you couldn’t bring yourself to demand it. After all, you were too scared to hear the truth. Sometimes you thought you could hear a familiar tune playing in the back of her mind—a rhythm that wasn’t yours, that you’d never been a part of. You thought you’d lost the song of her heart somewhere along the way, but you couldn’t find it.

It was one of those nights, lying together in bed, her body beside you but not really there, not in the way she used to be. You could feel the space between you, the absence where once there was connection. Your nose pressed to her shoulder, your heart tangled in confusion and hurt. You whispered, almost like a prayer, “You’re pulling away from me.”

She didn’t deny it. She didn’t fight it. She just whispered, “I don’t mean to,” her voice barely above a breath. It was the kind of thing that might have been said by someone who believed it someone who thought they were still holding onto you, even when they were already slipping through your fingers.

But she was. She was unraveling. Every part of her, each delicate thread that once held her close to you, was falling apart. It was like watching a poem burn, each line a little more charred than the last, until there was nothing left but smoke and ash. You tried to hold on, to remember who she used to be, to remember what love felt like, but the pieces of her scattered faster than you could gather them.

And somewhere, buried deep in the mess of it all, you realized that you were like the boy in the song, watching as the most precious parts of you crumbled in her hands. You were the one who loved too hard, and maybe that was the problem all along. You’d given her everything, all your tenderness and truth, but it wasn’t enough. She only broke the things she held most dear, the things that once meant everything to her. She only broke her favorite toys, the ones she swore she would never let go of.

And now, with the threads of everything you once had slipping away, you couldn’t help but wonder if love was always meant to be a tortured poem a melody that grew sharper with every note, a song that you couldn’t ever quite finish.

It ended in silence.

No loud arguments. No dramatic words exchanged. No grand gesture of closure. Just a quiet, drawn-out vanishing act, the kind that leaves you haunted, with no clear line to mark when everything unraveled. It was a slow fade, like a photograph being washed away by rain, and you didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late. The silence settled into your bones, a lingering hum of unanswered questions. When did the curtain fall? And how could you have missed it?

You reached out. Texted. Called. There were words you never said, confessions you buried too deep, letters you wrote but never sent. You played out every possible scenario in your mind, but the silence only deepened. It was like trying to catch the wind futile, impossible.

And then, one morning almost like a ghost who remembers what it means to breathe again, she sent a message. Simple, too simple for the weight it carried. A single line, yet it landed like a thousand unspoken regrets.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I break things I care about. You were my favorite.”

You stared at the screen, blinking as the words swam before your eyes. Favorite. The word hung there, echoing louder than it should, reverberating in your chest like a broken melody. Favorite like a toy, something you played with and loved until it cracked under pressure, left in the dark, its broken pieces scattered in the aftermath. Something that was adored and then abandoned, tossed aside with the fragile promise that it could never be fixed.

You weren’t sure which hurt more, the truth in her words or the way you still felt that raw pull toward her. Something about the way she called you favorite made everything feel broken and incomplete, a love that never quite took form, that never had the chance to be real. It was like being something cherished for a moment, only to be left in ruins when it couldn’t hold up to the weight of reality.

Now, you walk through the world with a quiet caution, a softness that wasn't there before. You’ve learned to guard your heart, to shield yourself from the things that once came so easily. There are pieces of her in you — in the way you flinch when someone says they’ll call but never do, in how the sound of a song she used to hum makes your chest tighten like you’ve been holding your breath for far too long. You wish you could hate her, but you can’t. No, that would be easier. Hate would give you closure, a clean line to draw between the past and the present.

But you can’t erase her. You can’t forget the way she made you feel like you mattered for a brief, shining moment, before everything broke. No, you still love her. Quietly. Painfully. The kind of love that doesn’t need permission, doesn’t ask for anything in return, the kind that lingers in the quiet spaces, in the places where memories go to haunt you.

It’s the kind of love that feels like being something treasured, something played with, and then discarded when it starts to show cracks. The kind that leaves you wondering if you were ever really meant to last or if you were always meant to break. There’s a cruelty in being someone’s favorite and knowing, deep down, that the love wasn’t built to endure. It was always destined to shatter, to leave you in pieces.

And then you think of the places she left behind, of all the things she took without a word, and you remember the emptiness, the feeling of being left without so much as a glance back. It’s a feeling that stays with you, like something unresolved, like a goodbye that was never said, but that you still carry with you.

You were never her toy, not in the way she made you feel. But she broke you like one. And the worst part? You let her.

Because being her favorite — even for just a little while — felt like magic. Even if it was always meant to shatter. Even if it was always going to fade. It felt like the world, for just a moment, was holding its breath. It was a spell you didn’t want to break, even if you knew how it would end.

And in the end, you realized: it was never about being her favorite. It was about feeling like you mattered. And maybe, for a while, you did.

[alluringwaves]

fresh out the slammer/percy jackson ೃ࿔*:

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ “now, pretty baby, i'm running back home to you / fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to”

summer!roberts!reader x percy jackson

song: fresh out the slammer – taylor swift

The first time you see Percy Jackson after months apart, he looks wrecked.

He’s leaning against the railing near the lake, arms crossed, gaze distant. His camp necklace hangs loose around his neck, and his hair is messier than usual. His whole posture screams exhausted.

And when he finally turns and sees you?

You expect something cocky. Some stupid “Miss me, Princess?” line, or a smirk, or something to make you roll your eyes.

But instead, Percy just stares.

Like he can’t believe you’re real.

And suddenly, you remember—

The weeks you spent not knowing if he was alive.

The way people whispered about how bad it had gotten.

The part of you that swore, if he came back, you’d kill him yourself.

But now he’s here. And he’s looking at you like that.

You cross your arms. “What, no dramatic entrance? No cocky one-liner?”

Percy’s mouth twitches, like he wants to smirk—but doesn’t. Instead, he just shakes his head, slow, deliberate.

“Nah,” he says, voice rough. “I’m just happy to see you.”

You hate the way your heart clenches.

You scoff, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Well, obviously. I’m a delight.”

But it doesn’t come out as confident as you want it to be, because right now, you feel so relived, and mad, and confused, you could cry.

Percy finally smiles, small but real. “Yeah. You are.”

And that? That’s not fair.

Because suddenly, you remember everything.

All the fights.

All the nights you stayed up, waiting for news.

All the times he left, and left, and left.

You inhale sharply, steeling yourself. “You left.”

Percy’s smile fades.

“I had to,” he says quietly.

“You always ‘have to,’” you snap, arms tightening around yourself. “And I always—”

You stop. Bite your lip. Refuse to let him see how much you care.

Percy steps closer. “You always what?”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he says, voice firm. “You matter.”

You roll your eyes, because that’s easier than breaking down in front of him. “Save the poetic shit for someone else, Jackson.”

Percy, annoyingly, does not back off. Instead, he crowds into your space, close enough that you can smell the lake on him, the salt and the sea, the pieces of him that are so fundamentally not yours.

“You’re mad at me,” he says.

“Obviously.”

“You missed me.”

You glare. “You don’t know that.”

Percy just looks at you, green eyes steady. “Yeah, I do.”

Your throat tightens. Because he’s right. And that’s the worst part.

So you do the only thing you can—you turn, start walking away, try to escape before you do something stupid, like forgive him too easily.

But before you can get far, Percy grabs your wrist.

And suddenly, you’re spinning back into him, his hands firm, steady, familiar.

And when he says, “Please don’t go,” it’s not a demand. It’s a plea.

You swallow hard. “You’re an idiot.”

Percy exhales a laugh, breath warm against your skin. “Yeah. I know.”

And then, before you can talk yourself out of it, before you can remind yourself of all the reasons you should stay mad—

You kiss him.

And he kisses you back.

Like he’s fresh out the slammer, and you’re the first thing he wants to hold.

[wasteland-wrecker]

TW: blood - Nuka World dlc spoilers

Toby was not prepared for the Gauntlet at all.

When he ran into Harvey, he hadn’t expected anything like that.

He could have turned back before getting on the monorail, but after the destruction of the Institute he felt lost, overwhelmed by a sense of inertia, of passivity.

He had only brought a few grenades and Kellogg’s gun. He hadn’t even bothered to wear any armor, just a shabby road leather outfit.

And then, Nuka World? Fuck, he had yet to see it.

After realizing he had walked into a trap, Toby wasn’t surprised at all.

Just another group of radiers who think they’re dealing with the last of idiots, he thought.

The Gauntlet certainly put him to the test. Whoever created that game had some time to waste.

The hardest part of it was the final one, the fight with the raiders and the walk through hand grenades hanging from wires, that lead to the fight with Colter.

He listened carefully the advice of that voice from the intercom, that Gage guy. He wondered where the catch was, what was the reason behind all of that mess.

Then he prepared for the fight, after catching some breath in the locker room. In one hand he held the Thirst Zapper, in the other one the revolver of the man who took everything from him.

It all seemed so absurd and ridiculous.

He stepped into the arena and fought following Gage's advice, using the water to deactivate Colter's armor and the revolver to finish him off.

During a close encounter Colter vigorously pushed him against a bumper car, opening a large wound on the side of his face. At that point it seemed all over, but Toby managed to escape again and gave him the final shot.

An earthquake came from the stands: applauses, whistles, screams. Some of the crowd’s comments were directed at the man who had helped him earlier, the man who now stood before Toby, behind a thick glass wall.

“Welcome the new Overboss,” he heard Gage say, or something like that.

He turned to him, and staggered forward a few steps.

That was the first time ever they saw each others face to face.

And then, well…

Toby asked for water.

(He drank some from the Thirst Zapper but he was still thirsty af)

[malfoysanctuary]

The Way He Loves

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred Weasley has always been reckless on a broom, but when it comes to you, he's careful—intentional. He sees the little things, the way you endure the roaring Quidditch crowds just for him, and he makes sure you never forget just how much he loves you in return.

The Gryffindor stands were vibrating with energy. The air was thick with tension, and the roar of the crowd was deafening, a mix of cheers, groans, and the occasional spellfire of colorful charms thrown into the air in celebration. It was everything you hated.

And yet, there you were, tucked into the very front row, Fred’s old red and gold sweater drowning your frame, your hands clenched into the fabric as you watched him soar through the air like he was born for it.

You hated Quidditch. Loathed it. The dizzying speed, the crashing bodies, the way your heart jumped every time a bludger narrowly missed Fred’s head. The games were long, the crowd was loud, and frankly, you had a thousand things you’d rather be doing.

But you loved Fred Weasley.

And Fred Weasley loved Quidditch.

You watched as he grinned mid-air, swerving past a Slytherin Chaser with a level of recklessness that made your stomach twist. He was all confidence, all ease, the golden boy of Gryffindor with mischief in his eyes and trouble in his veins. And then, between the chaos, the yells, and the bludgers flying at ridiculous speeds, he looked at you.

Just for a second.

A split moment where he searched for your face in the sea of screaming students, and when he found you—watching, waiting, there for him and him alone—he smirked. That stupid, cocky smirk that made you want to both kiss and hex him.

Then, with one final, showy move, he sent the Quaffle flying straight through the hoop, sealing Gryffindor’s victory.

The crowd exploded.

Your stomach unclenched.

You watched as he celebrated with his team, as the Gryffindors around you went mad with excitement, but you stayed still, watching, waiting. Because you knew—no matter how many cheers or slaps on the back he received—Fred Weasley was always going to come to you first.

And he did.

Before the victory chants had even settled, Fred was running toward you, hair windswept, cheeks flushed, still in his sweaty Quidditch gear. You barely had time to react before he scooped you up, spinning you in the air as you shrieked in protest.

"Fred! You’re disgusting—put me down!"

He only laughed, spinning you once more before setting you back on your feet, his hands sliding to your waist as he grinned down at you. "You love it, darling."

You scowled, trying to shove him off, but he held firm. “You smell like a broomstick and sweat. It’s revolting.”

"And yet, you're still here," he mused, tilting his head. "Still sitting through an entire match, watching me be brilliant, all because you love me."

Your face heated. “You’re insufferable.”

Fred leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, and just like that, all your irritation melted. “And you’re my favorite person in the world.”

Your heart clenched.

Because Fred Weasley noticed things.

Noticed the way you endured the games despite your hatred for them. Noticed the way you never complained, never made him feel guilty for loving the sport, even though he knew you hated every second.

And because he noticed, he never let you feel like your efforts went unappreciated.

As the celebration roared on around you, he pulled you closer, lowering his voice. “Tomorrow’s all yours.”

You blinked up at him. “What?”

He smiled, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “Tomorrow. No Quidditch, no flying, no rowdy Gryffindor nonsense. Just you and me doing whatever you want.”

Your chest tightened, warmth blooming beneath your ribs.

"You mean that?"

Fred’s expression softened. "I always mean it when it comes to you, love."

The next morning, true to his word, Fred met you outside the common room looking as far from a Quidditch player as possible. Instead of his usual uniform or training gear, he wore a cozy sweater, hands stuffed into his pockets, a lazy, easy smile playing on his lips.

“I am officially at your mercy today,” he declared, pressing a dramatic hand to his chest. “I, Fred Weasley, solemnly swear to participate in whatever god-awful, non-Quidditch-related activities you desire.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Even if it means being dragged through a six-hour book-shopping excursion?”

Fred grinned, slipping his fingers through yours. “Even if it means suffering through your overly dramatic book obsessions.”

And that was how you found yourself wandering through the cozy, quiet aisles of the bookstore in Hogsmeade, Fred trailing behind you like a lost puppy, occasionally picking up the most ridiculous books he could find just to make you laugh. Instead of bludgers, he dodged your playful shoves. Instead of a roaring crowd, it was just you and him, tucked away from the world, his hand never straying far from yours.

And at lunch, when you sat together at The Three Broomsticks, he listened intently as you rambled about your latest book obsession, nodding along despite the fact that he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about.

Because Fred Weasley made an effort.

Because he never let love be one-sided.

By the time dinner rolled around, the Great Hall was buzzing, students chatting excitedly about yesterday’s match. But as always, Fred didn’t care about any of it. He sat beside you, the rest of Gryffindor still riding the high of their victory, but his attention was only on one thing—making sure you had food before he even thought about his own.

You watched, warmth spreading through your chest, as he grabbed your favorites first, piling your plate high before finally grabbing his own. It was instinct for him, something so small yet so telling.

The little things.

The way he paid attention.

The way he always made sure you were taken care of, always put you first, even when you didn’t ask him to.

You swallowed, nudging his thigh beneath the table. "You really don’t have to do that every time, you know."

Fred simply shot you a look, as if the mere suggestion was absurd. "Course I do. You think I’d let my girl starve?"

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. "You’re ridiculous."

Fred leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. "Ridiculously in love with you?"

You sighed, shaking your head, but your smile gave you away.

Loving Fred Weasley was easy.

Because when he loved, he loved completely.

And he made sure you never, ever forgot it.

[skyrigel]

“Exile”

Pairing: Cregan Stark x exiled!Reader

Hotd masterlist

You had no name, no home, no where you belonged. But Cregan doesn't think so, he thinks you belong to him, maybe you do.

Warning: Angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy, inappropriate language, fluff [ wc: 1.9k ]

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

You watched the snow flakes fall, like crushed sugar taking refuge on your lashes, soft and cold.

The girls had ofcourse abandoned sewing and started whispering to each other, and like always you were excluded, not that it concerned you, exiled.

Their ohhhs and ahhhs weren't quiet enough, you kept your head low and mouth tight, smearing your thumb in the insides of your hand.

That's where Cregan was standing, when you first met.

His face was cold and distant, watching as you were brought between these walls, stripped from your name, all titles, no honour to serve, no virtue to entact, just nameless exile, a no-one, truly pathetic.

You thought he wouldn't speak, the way he moved, his shoulders were always tense, like something physically was burdening him, and you weren't going to start with his frown—not that it was your concern but it wouldn't kill him to smile, he might look good if he smiled. And how coldly he spoke, you almost ran opposite of him during those first times.

Ofcourse he was good looking, very, what you were even playing at ? All the girl you were forced to indulge with talked of nothing but him, the noble ones were shy, only smiling under their breaths and blushing bright crimson while common court girls had wide mouths and broad imaginations, also filth —they spoke so much of the young wolf like they knew anything — they didn't, nothing at all.

Have you seen his ribs ?

he's...she beamed pink...very big. Yes bitch.

He's got so much there, chuckle, no, you haven't seen Martha, I have — Liar— And his mouth, ohhhh.

And he's wild like a wolf, just last night—No, he wasn't with you.

“Stop!”

All the girls snapped their head at you in union, some actually scared that it was Septa, some had mean, annoying frowns knitting on their dull, red faces.

“ What's with you ?” one of them said, She was the one who was boasting about her ‘wolf bite', a very angry bruise at the side of her neck, it looked more like hive. Bitch.

“ Don't...” You gulped, “ ...stop spreading rumours...you all..you never really—” It was shameful, you couldn't talk, what would you tell them, that they don't know how it feels to be the one Cregan's arm, how it felt to be kissed by those lips, and to feel his heat creeping up your spine, how it felt to be his lover, no they didn't, none at all. lying whores.

“ She's gone insane.” One shrieked, covering her high pitched screeching of a laughter and other's joined for a snicker.

“ She's just jealous because she's too ugly to be his whore.”

Fuck you. You didn't if you said it or not.

“Aww, you nameless slut.”

Oh.

And you would've said something, but your throat was rigid, your cheeks burnt with shame and all you saw was girls with name, girls with father's and mother's, girls with futures and husbands and children, girls with home and prospects and life.

Then you looked down at your hands, beaten up with hard labour and prickled needles, a sense of reality washed like waves over you.

The kind of waves that brought you to winterfell, your mother's necklace was taken first, a ruby, exiles don't have the luxury.

“ You're no one's daughter, you have no name, no home, no noble blood. You don't belong and don't matter, do you understand ?”

No

“ Yes.”

And during those days in water, you thought what it meant, name wasn't a physical concept, it can't be stripped and yet it was —

“ Aye, girl ! ” that's what you'd become now, a girl, a girl who's no one.

But, you fought back the tears, turning your back to the chatter of giggles, nameless whore... pathetic, isn't she ?... Your eyes were brimming with tears and your vision was blurring, you just ran, wherever your flight took you, just far, far, far.

“ Ow —ouch.” You squealed, bumping against a hard except walls didn't have hands to steady you and wall didn't speak.

“ You should be care— Are you crying? ” Cregan said, he had that sweet way of talking to you, it's an inside joke.

“ Are you...are you scared of me ?” Cregan said, his mouth twitched in concern —worrying.

“ Oh...I..no..m'lord.” You bowed, feeling your cheeks flush, you realised how poor your attempts have been to avoid Cregan, only landing you to him personally seeking you out.

“ Cregan.” He said, noticing you wide blown eyes, “ Call me just Cregan. If you don't mind, lady Y/n ”

A pause. It's been a while you heard your name said so beautiful, each syllable, each sound resonating like waves rippling through water, a soft music, you couldn't believe it was something that was yours, that it belonged to you.

“ I am an exile.”

“ You never answered my question? Have i done something to offend you ? ”

You looked up at him, feeling your heart spiral in a lavender haze.

“ You, m'lord —” Cregan frowned, “ Cregan. You are...I..you speak coldly.”

“ Right.”

“ I shouldn't have said that.” You said it, panic seizing you but... was it...oh, he's smiling, Cregan Stark is smiling like a fool and it's so bright that you feel your skin melting, your bloody boiling and your mouth too dry.

“ Thanks, i think you wouldn't avoid me now.” He said, like a different person, his jaw was loose, his eyes were crinkling, his words were carrying warmth and sweetness.

“ I am not.” you sniffed, but he already had your wirsts in his grip, holding them like you were guilty. Maybe.

“ Tell me Y/n.” He urged, he leaned to inspect you, a tear fell down your eye, gathering at the tip of your chin.

“ It's nothing, really Cregan, nothing at all.” you tried to smile, it could've worked with anyone but Cregan knew your bones better than you, he frowned and if times were different, you would've kissed it away, whoosh.

“ Tell me darling, it would pain me if I couldn't take away your misery.” His eyes deepened in yours, brushing your cheeks and you leaned into his palm, “ I don't want to see you, I don't..fuck — it hurts me.”

“ I don't want to hurt you.” You said, loving him was like an itch, a never ending torment, craving him was stopping the itch only to realise you'd ripped off your skin, like that.

It began with you ducking around him in halls, turning away from him at every point because he just intimidated you, the way he looked, like he knew, like he could read everything that ran in and out your brain, it scared you, the power, the chaos.

Then something changed, whenever you were alone you found yourself with him, telling him about home, no longer home, praying and praying, and he watched, sometimes he joined too, kneeling beside you, shoulders touching, eyes closed and in those moments you drifted into a dream, in your dream you were getting married, you had dreams like this before but now the man had a face, a truly beautiful face, and you were saying your vows, you let yourself smile at those ridiculous sweet nothings, ofcourse no, you stupid, stupid girl, no.

And you loved talking to him because he listened, everything and nothing and he made no noise, nodding and smiling along, sometimes he would lean to your side, sometimes taking your hand and guiding to his hair while he laid in your lap, looking up to with stars in his eyes, and then one day war came and duty called.

“ I will come back to you.” sweet, he said it so sweetly that you could've died.

“ I know.” and maybe it was love that rippled the thought of parting, because love was afterall grief preserving, your breath hitched and you hesitated only a moment, a bare second before you reached on your tip toes, joining your lips to him, for a man who was ice, his lips were warm like fire, soft and warm.

You blushed when you heard grabbed your face, pulling back and looked into your eyes, a grin, almost spilling out of his mouth.

“ I will come to back to you.” and he kissed you again, kissing Cregan was like confetti, it's one moment everything is bursting golden and then the ashes settle, he has to leave, for war, but the sparkle never leaves — he'll come back to you.

“ Then tell me, please, let me help you.” Cregan's eyes were pained, his jaw hardening, he would break his face like that.

“ Just girlish tatter, they claim to know, claim that they have with you..you, that they know how it's like kissing you and how it's like bedding you and how —” You didn't realise you were breaking until Cregan swooped you in his arms and gathered your pieces, you were pathetic, and what if it's true, what if they know, it didn't matter, you were no one, no claim, no right, no name, exiled.

“ Oh, my darling...shhh.” He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you, helping you hold on to him.

“ They are all pathetic liars, all of them...no, they don't and they never will. Only you my baby, only you my lady.”

“ I am sorry...I am being pathetic.” You pressed your wet face into his cloak, somewhere inside his heart was beating, only for you, Cregan had told you very much, when he traced your finger on his chest, there, he would smile, can you feel it ? , He would gleam like a teenage boy, yes, i can, thud-thud-thud, You would lean down to press your ear on his chest, he would spoon you, skin by skin, just two warm bodies and glittering souls, yeah, just for you.

“ No, you're not, my darling. You're not, they are... pathetic and jealous.” He was raging, you knew, but he wouldn't lash out, not now because it would mean he would have to let go of you, not yet.

You smile into his arms, it will be okay, as long as it's like this, you and him, you don't need a name, really — just him, he's your home, he's yours, he's where you belong.

“Okay, okay...now calm down my lord.” You looked up at him, his brooding sulking face, no, they don't deserve it.

“ Huh, What did you say lady y/n ? ” He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth tugging at one end, beautiful.

“ I am an exile.” You said, watching as he shaked his head, wriggling you along as he shaked your waist in a hug-like way.

“ No.” He pecked your lips, “ you're mine.”

Maybe love wasn't just grief preserving, but life blooming like twilight flickered by the horizon, almost blinding but so beautiful.

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[inksreid]

Cornelia street • S. Reid

SUMMARY: you been wanting to take Spencer shopping in out to eat like a date , for awhile but the thing is you have a crush on him and not sure how he will react , you want to ask for advice but your afraid Derek will tease you so you go to the girls and Derek gets his feelings hurt because you didn’t trust him with the advice…

Pairing : shy/Fem!reader X Shy Awkward Spencer Reid 

Tags : Reader , asks for advice to ask out Spencer , Spencer likes reader but didn’t know reader liked him , fluff they go shopping together no use of your name .. pure fluff except were Derek gets his feelings hurt ..

W/c: 1.9K

A/notes : I took the plunge , making this my first attempt to write fic for Spencer Reid .. I hope you like it I’m scared if I missed anything please be kind to let me know .

@dearlenore thank you for letting me use your format forgetting started .. thank you for the follow back as well 😢💕.

It was warm but cloudy, the kind of day that felt like it could rain at any moment. The bullpen was quieter than usual—just the hum of computers, the occasional clatter of the ice machine in the break room. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, mixing with something familiar. Spencer’s cologne. Subtle but distinct. You noticed it the second you walked in.

Your eyes found him instantly, sitting at his desk, completely lost in his book. His fingers traced the edge of the pages, his lips moving slightly as he read. Focused. Unaware of the way your stomach twisted just looking at him.

JJ and Emily stood in the corner talking, while Derek walked by, flashing a smirk. You barely had time to react before he stopped right in front of you.

“What’s up, love?”

You stiffened. “Nothing,” you said quickly. “I’ll ask JJ.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “No, you can ask me.” He threw an arm around your shoulders before you shoved it off.

“Actually, no—I can’t. You’ll tease me, and I can’t take that right now. I just need a girl’s advice, sorry, Derek.”

Derek scoffed, holding his hands up. “Alright, alright.”

You turned away, heading straight for JJ and Emily.

“Hey, can I ask you guys something?”

Emily glanced up. “Sure, what’s up?”

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder before lowering your voice. “I wanna take… um, Spencer out,” you admitted. “Like shopping. Maybe grab something to eat. But I don’t know how to ask him.”

Before either of them could answer, a voice cut in.

“This is what you needed help with?”

Your stomach dropped.

Derek stood there, arms crossed, shaking his head.

“I could’ve helped with that without teasing you,” he said, almost offended. “If that’s what you were worried about, all you had to do was ask.”

You opened your mouth, but he just sighed and walked away.

JJ nudged you. “I think someone’s feelings are hurt.”

Your chest tightened. “I’ll be right back.”

You found Derek in the break room, stirring his coffee a little too hard.

“It’s not like you to get upset,” you said.

“I’m not upset,” he muttered. “It’s just—he’s my best friend. And I thought we were friends too. If you needed something from me without the teasing, you could’ve just said so.”

Your shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. Just then

“I really like him,” Derek , in I just didn’t want you to tease me about it .

Just as you said that , “Spencer walked in”..

Spencer froze mid-step, his hands in his pockets.

“Who do you like?” he asked. “Do I know him?”

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. “Great You murmured to yourself, That’s the second time today someone’s overheard me say something today.”

Spencer stepped back immediately. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t, pretty boy.” Derek clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She needs to talk to you.”

Spencer glance at you, eyes filled with curiosity—and something else.

Nervousness.

“ you glared back at Derek..” — it’s okay you thought to yourself you can do this …

Your breath hitched. “Spence, I was wondering… would you want to, um, go shopping? And maybe grab something to eat after?”

His brow furrowed slightly. “It’s… me? You like?”

You nodded, heart pounding. “I was scared to tell you. Maybe just nervous,” you admitted. “I was gonna ask JJ and Emily for advice, but then Derek caught me . He wanted to help, but I thought he’d tease me, and… well, now we’re here.”

You exhaled sharply. “I get it if you don’t want to, Spence—”

“If I don’t want to?” he repeated, almost like he was testing the words.

You could see it then—he was just as nervous as you were. His fingers twitched slightly, his lips parted like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

“So… you like me?” he asked, careful, hesitant.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah. But it’s not a big deal,” you mumbled.

Spencer stared at you. “Not a big deal? You were literally trying to get advice on how to ask me out,” he pointed out. “How is that not a big deal?”

You hesitated, turning toward the counter, needing something—anything—to do with your hands. “I don’t know, I’m just… not good at these types of things.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment before he admitted, softly, “I’m not either.”

You looked at him.

He gave a small, nervous smile. “I… I didn’t even know you liked me back.”

His voice was gentle, like he was still trying to believe it.

Spencer shifted on his feet, his fingers twitching like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. He hesitated for a moment, then took a breath, meeting your eyes with that soft, unsure look that made your stomach flip.

“Let’s do it,” he said, his voice careful but certain. “Let’s go shopping—whatever you had in mind, I’m in.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Really?”

His lips quirked into a small, nervous smile. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… I like you too.” His voice dipped slightly, more unsure now. “And I want to do this.”

You felt like you forgot how to breathe for a second. All the nerves, all the overthinking—it all seemed so ridiculous now. He was just as uncertain, just as hesitant, but he was still standing there, choosing this. Choosing you.

A slow smile crept onto your face. “Okay,” you said softly. “Then let’s do this.”

Spencer gently took your hand, his touch hesitant but warm. “Ready?” he asked, glancing at you.

“Now?” you said, caught a little off guard.

He nodded. “Unless you had something else in mind?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Okay then,” he said, offering a small smile as he guided you out of the break room, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

As the two of you stepped into the bullpen, you hesitated. “Spence… what if—”

“It’s okay,” he reassured you softly. “It’s just our first date.”

Your heart stuttered at the word date, but before you could overthink it, Spencer glanced toward JJ and Emily. They were already watching, grinning as if they had known this was coming all along.

Just as you reached the exit, Hotch stopped the two of you. He barely lifted his gaze from his paperwork, but the hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Have fun, you two.”

You and Spencer exchanged a quick, nervous glance before smiling. Then, without another word, you walked out together.

“Do you wanna walk?” Spencer asked, glancing at you. “Or ride?”

“Walk,” you said without hesitation, smiling. “We’re so close to everything, and it’s, um—” You hesitated, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “Never mind.”

Spencer looked at you curiously. “More peaceful?”

You nudged him lightly, rolling your eyes. “You’re the genius. What do you think I meant?”

A small chuckle escaped him, his smile soft but genuine. “I think I get it,” he said, glancing down for a second before looking back at you. The warmth in his voice made your heart skip a beat.

The first place you stopped was a little bookstore with a small café tucked inside. The scent of coffee and old paper filled the air, making the place feel cozy and warm.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing Spencer’s hand and pulling him inside.

He let out a small, breathy laugh, his lips curling into a smile—of course, he didn’t mind.

You spent the next couple of hours wandering through the shelves, flipping through pages, and sharing quiet comments about different books. Eventually, you convinced Spencer to pick out one of his favorites and read a few pages to you.

His voice was soft but steady, each word carrying a certain rhythm as he got lost in the story.

You couldn’t help but smile as you listened, watching the way his eyes lit up.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked, a knowing look in his gaze as he closed the book for a moment.

“I am,” you admitted, still smiling.

“Let’s go,” you said, giving his pant leg a gentle tug to get his attention.

Spencer looked up from the book, blinking. “Where to?”

“No clue,” you grinned. “But that’s the best part. Come on.”

He hesitated for a second before placing the book back on the shelf, his fingers lingering on the spine as if saying a silent goodbye. Then, with a small nod, he followed you out of the store.

Back on the street, the air was crisp, the faint hum of the city surrounding you both.

“The mall is just around the corner,” Spencer offered, glancing at you.

You smiled, leaning against his shoulder for a brief moment. “Okay,” you said. “Let’s go.”

You spent a few hours wandering through the mall, picking up a few things along the way. Spencer did too, though he was more subtle about it. At some point, he had slipped away for a moment, just long enough to buy you something—a delicate bracelet that caught his eye. He tucked the small bag carefully inside his coat pocket, deciding to wait until the end of the date to give it to you.

"Spence," you said softly, glancing up at him as you walked. "I’m having the best time."

His lips curved into a small smile. "Me too."

"Wanna grab some food?" you asked, nodding toward the food court.

Spencer nodded. "Let’s get some sandwiches or something."

You agreed, and soon the two of you were sitting across from each other, the hum of mall chatter in the background as you unwrapped your food.

"This has been a really good first date so far," you said, smiling at him between bites.

Spencer swallowed, then tilted his head slightly. "What’s your favorite color?"

You blinked at the sudden shift. "My favorite color? Umm…" You thought for a moment. "Light orange and bright pink mixed together."

"Like a sunset," he added.

"Right," you said, a little surprised.

"What about you?" you asked, taking a sip of your pink lemonade.

Spencer hesitated for a second before shrugging. "I don’t really have one… but if I had to choose, light blue."

You nodded, then paused, watching him. "Wait—" You blinked. "The color of my eyes?"

His gaze met yours, warm and honest. "Exactly," he admitted.

Your heart skipped a beat.

As you finished eating, you both stood up. Spencer grabbed your tray, dumping it before you could, while you gathered the shopping bags.

“Night person or day person?” he asked as you stepped away from the food court.

“To be honest?” You glanced at him. “Night person.”

He nodded. “Most days, I’m a night person too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “You’re just saying what I wanna hear, Spencer Reid.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shifting beside you. “I mean, I do like my mornings… but I love nights.”

“Fair,” you said with a small smile.

There was a brief pause before Spencer cleared his throat, his voice quieter this time. “Are you… a cuddle person?”

You felt your face warm at the question. You glanced down, suddenly aware of the slight chill in the air. Before you could answer, Spencer was already slipping off his jacket, gently draping it over your shoulders.

“I do like to cuddle,” you whispered, pulling the jacket around you. “But, umm…”

Spencer smiled softly, watching you with that awkward yet endearing nervousness of his. “Good to know,” he murmured.

You finally made your way back to the BAU. It was late, the bullpen quieter than usual, only a few desks still occupied.

“I had a great time today, Spence,” you said, turning to face him. “Honestly, hands down the best date I’ve been on in a really long time. And with a guy who actually listens… who actually enjoys my company.”

Spencer’s gaze softened. “I’ll always enjoy your company.”

He hesitated for a moment, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag that had been tucked away the entire day.

“What is it, Spence?” you asked, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

“Open it.”

You did, peeling back the tissue paper to reveal a delicate bracelet, silver with tiny, sparkling bow charms. It shimmered under the fluorescent lights.

“Spence… you didn’t have to spend money on me,” you said, looking up at him. “Just spending time with you was enough. That’s all I ever wanted.”

“I wanted to do this for you,” he said simply. “May I?”

You nodded, holding out your wrist as he carefully clasped the bracelet around it. You tried not to let the emotion welling in your chest spill over, but your eyes burned anyway.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Spencer gave you a small, nervous smile. “You’re welcome.”

"Spence," you started, shifting on your feet. Your fingers played with the edge of your sleeve as you glanced up at him. "I was wondering… is it okay if I, umm… can I hug you?"

His lips parted slightly, almost like he hadn't expected the question. But then, that shy, endearing smile of his appeared.

"Of course," he said softly.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. Spencer hesitated for just a second before he hugged you back, his arms gentle but firm around you. He smelled like old books and coffee, the faintest trace of his cologne still lingering from earlier in the day.

You exhaled, melting into the warmth of him.

He didn’t say anything—he just held you, and somehow, that was enough.

[scarletwitchproperty]

Your eyes whispered have we met? - Chapter 5 NSFW

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Fem!OC

Words: 8,4k (80% of it is like...not suitable for the innocent eyes)

Summary: Taylor had a plan, a thirteen days plan to woo you...key word, had

Warnings: NSFW (heavy on the nsfw, please minors dni I beg you), brat!oc (because why not), praise kink, degradation kink (when did I ever read a story where these two don't go hand in hand XD), smut, strap-on (should've put sex toys in general but felt the need to specify lmao), shower sex, a hint of mommy kink (I almost put in in, almost), and...that's it, I think (let me know if I missed any)

masterlist

My Castle Crumbled Overnight (or how you fuck up Taylor's thirteen days plan to woo you)

@ taylorswift :💜💜💜💜💜 

@ taylorswift :Pretty girl are you awake? Time to open your presents 😏

Those were the words staring back at you when you opened your eyes first thing on Sunday morning. You had trouble sleeping the previous night, your mind telling you to open the mysterious package to see what was inside. But you didn’t, Taylor’s warning still ringing inside your head. 

@charlie_TortieB: Yes I’m awake Taylor, but I literally just woke up

@charlie_TortieB: Can I at least take a shower before I call you? 

@ taylorswift : Mmmh…my sweet girl getting wet…what a sight it must be 

@ taylorswift : Please wear one of the lingerie sets you bought yesterday 

@charlie_TortieB: And why would I do that? 

@ taylorswift : Because I’d like to see you in it. 

@ taylorswift :And I know my perfectly good girl will always listen to me, will she not? 

Gods, you hated that she was right. You would do anything for your soulmate. Taylor might be miles away from you, or even in the same city but as far away as she could be from you right now, yet the hold she had on you made it seem as if she was standing right behind you. You could almost feel her strong arms wrapping around you, her breath ghosting over your neck as she pushes your body into hers, lips teasing you, wrapping around your- 

You shake your head, trying desperately to not get lost in your mind. You turn on the shower and search through your bags as you wait for it to warm up. You knew that your sister had ratted you out to the singer, because why else would Taylor ask that of you?

Carefully lifting the offending clothes out of the bag you quickly retrieve your phone to take a picture of the ensemble you chose and send it to Taylor. (Robin was right, you were really asking for it) 

@charlie_TortieB: *picture attached* Was this what you wanted me to put on Taylor? 

@ taylorswift : That’s right baby. 

@ taylorswift : You’re being such a good listener that I’m seriously considering coming over to your place right now and make you come undone with my fingers

@charlie_TortieB:Why don’t you? 😳

@ taylorswift :I know I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but I’m also rerecording one of my previous album as I’m promoting the new one. It’s all in a very tight schedule, so what is waiting for you inside the box will have to do for now. 

@ taylorswift :Just a little taste of what you’ll have once I get my hands on you.

Cold. You definitely needed a cold shower, because at the rate Taylor was going you were on the verge of doing something stupid that would make the singer come over to your house and act upon her threats. 

But boy were you in the mood to get into trouble. 

@charlie_TortieB: I’ll think of you in the shower while I touch myself 💜

@ taylorswift : CHARLIE! 

@ taylorswift :CHARLIE NO! Don’t you fucking dare! 

@charlie_TortieB: Don’t worry Taylor, I’ll send you a picture 😘

You don’t wait around to see how Taylor would respond to that, putting your phone down on the sink inside your bathroom and quickly getting into the shower after that. You take your time, washing your hair thoroughly with your favorite vanilla scented shampoo, your pulse quickening as you could hear the faint sound of your phone going off because of the messages you were receiving. 

Twenty minutes and you were done with your hot shower that did nothing to help you calm down. You grab your towel and wrap it around your body, eyes falling upon the lingerie set you picked. The dark maroon lacy bra that could be opened at the front was almost daring you to put it on from its place on the bed, its accompanying panties doing just the same. Am I really going to do it?  

Yes, yes you were. 

You slowly walk to your bed, hands letting go of your towel in order to grab the clothes your soulmate asked, commanded you, to wear. You flush as you put them on, liking the feel of the material rubbing against your skin. It is so soft that if you close your eyes you would think that you had nothing on, and yet…

Your phone goes off again but you ignore it all in favor of doing what you previously implied you were going to do. You stand in front of your bedroom mirror and take a quick picture of your almost naked self, a smirk on your face as you immediately send it to your soulmate without checking your messaging history. 

@charlie_TortieB: See how you react to being teased Lover 💜 

What you weren’t expecting (but were secretly hoping for) was seeing Taylor’s messages to you prior to you sending the picture. 

However the words she sends you after makes all your blood rush south. 

@ taylorswift : That’s it, I’m coming over! 

@ taylorswift :Fuck the rerecording I need to get my hands on you 

@ taylorswift :Want to see the look on your face when I make you come on my tongue with my hand wrapped around your neck 

@charlie_TortieB: *picture attached* See how you react to being teased Lover 💜

@ taylorswift :THE FUCK YOU MEAN ‘’See how you react to being teased’’? 

@ taylorswift : I’ll do you one better darling 

@ taylorswift : Let’s see how YOU react when I edge you all day long, when you scream my name for the entire building to hear that you’re mine, when you beg me to come with tears of pleasure running down your face but I don’t allow you to simply because someone decided to quit being a good girl

@ taylorswift :Because the thing is, princess, is that only I get to decide when you’re done. 

@ taylorswift : And if I decide to fuck you until you beg me to stop, well… 

@ taylorswift :Remember that you asked for it baby girl 

Your body is shivering in anticipation as you reach the end of the conversation. You want to respond to her, your mind wanting you to tease the singer again and again, loving the thrill of the chase so to speak, but your hands are shaking so much that you know whatever you write wouldn’t be comprehensible. 

The sound of screeching tires reaches your ears and you immediately look out the window, seeing a black Jeep Wrangler parked on the street with a hooded figure rushing to your building from the vehicle. You gulp as you see the person look up, and deep down you know exactly who it is, mind flashing back to your soulmate’s electric blue eyes almost turned black on that fateful first meeting where she stole your breath away with a kiss. You see her, Taylor, tilt her head to the side as if she knew it was you spying on her from way up there, but when you blink a second later she’s gone. 

‘’Oh my god she’s gonna kill me,’’ you swear under your breath, heart running a marathon inside your ribcage, waiting for your undoubtably very pleasurable end. You know what you told Taylor two nights ago, but you never doing anything of that sort with anyone didn’t mean you were completely clueless about what she surely had in store for you. You jump when you hear your front door open with a bang. ‘’Shit. Fuck fuck fuck I’m so stupid I left my fucking door open and someone could’ve killed me in my sleep and I just-‘’ 

Electric blue eyes turned into raging storms lock you into place as you whirl around, the intensity and lust inside of them bringing a whole new shade of red to your face. You try to speak but ultimately fail, lowering your gaze and taking a step back as Taylor enters your bedroom. Her eyes are drinking you in like a woman dying of thirst, her mouth slightly open as she licks her lips like she was getting ready to consume you whole. 

‘’Look at you darling, not so confident now that I’m right here, are you?’’ Taylor slowly approaches you with a smirk on her face, like a predator nearing its prey. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you as she takes off her hoodie, your eyes immediately getting drawn to her sports bra covered chest. If only she could take it off too so you would- ‘’My eyes are up here pretty girl.’’ 

‘’I-I-I wasn’t-‘’ 

‘’You weren’t what? You weren’t looking? Just like you didn’t want to rile me up when you sent me those pictures and messages?’’ The singer is only steps away from you, the color of her eyes clearer now that you can see them up close. You look up at her through your eyelashes and she immediately seizes you by the neck to drag your body against hers, your fronts now pressing against each other. ‘’You’re driving me crazy Charlie, do you know that?’’ 

Your back hits the wall and any semblance of resistance leaves you as Taylor crashes her lips against yours, hands flying to your thighs as she lifts you up. You moan at the back of your throat when you feel one of her hand sneaking its way inside your panties, Taylor groaning into your kiss at how wet she finds you. Her pointer finger drags through your lower lips, gathering the wetness there, before slowly circling your clit as she starts to kiss you down your neck. 

‘’You’re so wet for me princess, I just want to taste you,’’ Taylor mumbles as she makes her way down, stoping right on your pulse point and gently biting down. She soothes the bite with a few gentle kisses before she goes back up to claim your mouth once again, two of her fingers now carefully teasing your entrance. ‘’I missed you so much darling, but you were such a naughty girl and-‘’ 

‘’I-I can be good,’’ you whimper, feeling your soulmate’s fingers almost sinking into you. Your hips are slowly rocking against Taylor’s stomach, seeking relief where you can as the singer apparently doesn’t want to grant it. ‘’Please Taylor I-I need you so bad!’’ 

‘’Really?’’ Taylor smirks against you, teeth nibbling on your lower lip as she looks into your eyes. You’re probably not aware but the singer can clearly see it, how you’re starting to have this certain look in your eyes, a clear sign that soon enough you won’t be able to decide for yourself and hand her the reins of control. You nod your head in clear desperation and she promptly drops you. ‘’Then you will get on that bed and wait for me to tell you what to do, understood?’’ 

She almost laughs at your eagerness to rush towards the bed, and smirks once again when she hears you gasp as she grabs the forgotten package waiting propped up on the side of the door. Your eyes widen as Taylor starts opening it, mouth open in shock as your soulmate pulls out a vibrator and a strap-on. You audibly gulp as she deposits the harness on your dresser and turns around with the vibrator in hand, making her way to you with the most hypnotizing lustful look in her eyes. 

Taylor stops only centimeters away from you, pleased to see that you’re keeping eye contact with her. You look like you’re about to combust on the spot, hands gripping the bed sheet at your side so hard that your knuckles are turning white. 

‘’Don’t you look so delectable darling,’’ Taylor bends down to your level, swiftly grabbing you by the back of your neck and tilting your head back. Your breath quickens when she presses her thumb against your throat, and you’re just about gone when she kisses you on the edge of your lips, teasing you. ‘’I know you’re smart baby, can you guess what I’m about to do?’’ 

‘’You-You’re going to use this on me?’’ You quickly look down at the vibrator in Taylor’s hand, heart beating like a madman running as you see her putting it down right next to you on the bed. You stop breathing altogether as your soulmate laughs unexpectedly. ‘’What? Are you not going to?’’ 

‘’No no no darling, I’m not. You see that chair over there?’’ Taylor asks you, mouth dangerously close to your ear. You know damn well which chair she’s talking about, the one you usually use when you sit at your desk, and it’s like a lightbulb goes on inside your head. Taylor smirks as she sees the look on your face when you finally understand what’s about to happen. ‘’There’s my smart girl! I am going to sit on that chair, and you are going to touch yourself. You’re going to use that vibrator on that stunning body of yours , however and wherever you like, but do not try to come without my permission.’’ 

‘’Why?’’ You try, one last time, to tease your soulmate. Taylor lets you kiss her cheek, groaning as you descend upon her neck. ‘’What are you gonna do about it if I don’t listen to you?’’ 

‘’Oh Charlie, you know damn well what I’ll do if you don’t behave.’’ 

‘’Yeah? What’s that?’’ 

You find yourself pinned to the bed with your hands above your head held by one of Taylor’s hand, crying out in pleasure as the vibrator is pressed against your clit at the highest setting. 

‘’Keep testing me like that and I’ll tie you up on this bed with the vibrator on for hours.’’ 

Taylor lets you go with the threat hanging over your head, dragging your desk chair in front of your bed and sitting on it like she promised. She arches her eyebrow as you stay still, chest rising and falling as you try to keep it together. The singer starts to get worried when you stay that way for another five minutes, immediately thinking that something was wrong with you as she rushes to your side. 

‘’Baby? Charlie are you okay?’’ Taylor hovers over you with both hands on your face, worried that you changed your mind about the whole thing but you didn’t dare to say it out loud. ‘’I’m so sorry darling, you can totally say you don’t want to do anything I won’t be mad at you, I promise. It’s all my fault and I shouldn’t have talked to you that way and-‘’ 

It’s your time to silence your soulmate with a kiss, wrapping your legs and arms around her as you do your best to keep her pressed against you. You sigh as you feel her moving against you, her knee coming into contact with your clothed pussy making you throw your head back and arch against the bed. 

‘’It’s-It’s alright Lover, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was only trying to calm down and I just- fuck, Taylor!’’ The only thing you can do is follow your soulmate’s movement, chasing after her as you grind on her knee. The singer seems to have forgotten her previous worries as she busies herself with kissing down your chest. You can feel her teeth grazing both of your breasts as she mouths at the zipper of your bra, slowly pushing it down until you’re rid of the apparently offending garment. Taylor quickly throws it to the floor and doesn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around your left nipple, sucking on it until you’re all but a whimpering mess writhing under her. ‘’Oh god I think I’m gonna-TAYLOR!’’ 

‘’That’s it darling, louder so the neighbors know that you’re mine!’’ Taylor switches to your other nipple, gently biting down on it as she rolls the other one between her thumb and pointer finger. She keeps going, pressing down on you harder with her sweatpants covered knee, drunk on the strangled noises coming out of your mouth as she brings you that much closer to the edge. ‘’Thank you for telling me what you felt baby. Voicing what you feel is very important in a relationship, but right now-Oh Lord, right now all I want is to hear you scream my name again and again.’’ 

‘’Make me then.’’ 

‘’Getting a little cheeky aren’t you?’’ Taylor smirks down at you, and all at once she straightens up. You can no longer feel her pleasant warmth against you and immediately a pout appears on your face as she looks down on you with her arms crossed. She reaches behind her and your eyes widen comically as said hand comes back around with the forgotten vibrator. ‘’Now, where were we?’’ 

Taylor hands you the object and gets off of you, the singer now standing in front of the bed rather than sitting in the chair like earlier. You know what she wants, what she’s waiting for. 

You turn on the sex toy, barely pressing it against your clit. You’re suddenly so ashamed of what you’re doing that you close your eyes, but again not for long as before you know it you feel a hand carefully wrapping itself around your neck and you open your eyes to see Taylor once again above you. 

‘’Don’t close your eyes pretty girl, I want you to keep looking at me,’’ she hums against your cheek, tenderly kissing any available skin within her reach. You lock eyes with her once again as you push the toy harder against you, moving it in a slow circle that makes you cry out for more. ‘’That’s it Charlie, nice and slow. Make yourself feel good baby, you deserve it.’’ 

‘’Mmhm, thank you Taylor,’’ you blurt out, your hips rocking against the vibrator as you’re starting to move it down your pussy. Your mind feels hazy, like you’re here but not really, all of this seeming like an out of body experience. Though your eyes stay locked with Taylor’s, you’re starting to feel yourself slipping away. Your free hand goes to grab one of your soulmate’s as you guide it to cover yours that’s still holding the toy. ‘’Please, help me? I can’t-’’ 

‘’Shhh, it’s okay baby I’m here. I’m right here with you, don’t worry. Can you breathe for me darling?’’ Taylor puts her forehead against yours, grinning from ear to ear as you do what you’re told. She takes control of the vibrator and sets it to the highest speed, intently watching your reaction as she presses it right up against your entrance, teasing you just the way she likes. Strangled moans come out of you and you really have to fight hard and concentrate not to break eye contact. Your soulmate required it of you, yes, but as time passes you realize that you love looking into Taylor’s eyes. You feel like you needed it to survive, desperately fighting yourself not to get caught up inside your own mind as Taylor runs her free hand through your hair. ‘’God you’re so beautiful, taking it like the good girl I know you are. Is this still okay?’’ 

‘’YES! Oh fuck, please Taylor I need-I need-‘’ You take in shattering breaths as you feel the end of the vibrator almost entering you, but despite the size of it this is definitely not what you really want right now. No, what you craved, what you needed, was- ‘’Your fingers. Need to feel you inside me, please?’’ 

‘’You could ask me to burn the whole world down and I would still do it for you darling.’’ 

Your world bursts into colors as Taylor crashes against you, tongue invading your mouth and taking control of your body like the unrivaled mastermind that she is. You can hear the sound of something hard hitting the floor, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you can feel Taylor touching you down where it counts, not two but three of her fingers teasing you. She separates her mouth from yours, silently asking you a question with her eyes, and when you nod your consent she immediately enters your most intimate barrier. You gasp out loud and throw your head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure you feel and the tension building in your lower belly as Taylor’s fingers move in and out of you, curling just the right way to make you want to get away yet ask for more at the same time. 

The singer quickly starts her way back down your body, kissing down your neck, latching onto your pulse point as she works her fingers into you. Taylor takes pleasure herself in hearing your whimpers, your moans as she brings you almost over the edge. You can feel it just as she is, how your inner walls are starting to squeeze her fingers in, how your hips are frantically rocking against Taylor’s hand, your moans getting louder and louder as she keeps bringing you higher and higher. 

Then everything stops. You can’t feel Taylor moving against you anymore, and in rightful indignation you open your teary eyes, ready to lash out at your soulmate for taking your orgasm away from you, but your mind goes blank when you see her kneeling at the foot of the bed. You don’t know how she got there so quickly, but Taylor doesn’t let you think on the matter more than necessary as she grabs your legs and drags you right to the edge of your mattress. She hooks her fingers on the sides of your panties and gets you out of them in less than a second, hungry gaze settling over your glistening lower lips. 

‘’You did such a good job darling, look at how wet you are for me. Can you spread those legs for me baby?’’ Taylor smirks predatorily as she feasts her eyes on you, looking at the way you spread yourself open just for her. You gasp when you right yourself up and use your forearms to support your upper body, realizing just now how Taylor had positioned you two. Your blissed out face stares back at you through your bedroom’s full length mirror, as is Taylor’s incredibly delectable back. Which is still covered by her sports bra. ‘’Do not look at me like that princess. I told you whether you get to come is my decision and my decision only.’’ 

‘’But-but I thought-‘’ 

‘’Talk back to me again and you won’t be able to touch me anytime soon. I will tie you up and make you watch me fuck myself,’’ Taylor announces with a deep sultry voice, hands squeezing your thighs as she rests her head against your left knee. The deep blush on your face betrays your thoughts. ‘’But you would like that, wouldn’t you? I bet you could even get off to it. Do you want to try?’’ 

You shake your head in the negative so fast you think you may have broken your neck. You whine in distress as Taylor continues to nose her way up your leg, mouth slowly kissing your stomach, dangerously coming close to where you need it most. 

‘’Okay maybe another day darling. For now, just relax,’’ Taylor whispers against the skin of your stomach, lips slowly dragging down your body. She uses a combination of lips and tongue that’s making you see stars, and she hasn’t even touched you were it counts yet. You shiver when you feel Taylor’s breath blowing over your clit, her eyes demanding that you look inside them as her mouth nears the straining pink nub. ‘’And let me have my breakfast. Think you can do that for me?’’ 

God if this is heaven, please never let me leave this place. 

You nod as an answer, this being your last conscious decision before your mind goes blank and you surrender yourself entirely to your soulmate. Her fingers enter you once again, searching for that spot that made you squeeze around them. Taylor slowly moves them in and out of you, her eyes forever looking into yours as she keeps working you up to where she wants you. Her tongue flicks over your clit and you don’t think you ever felt something so good in your entire life. She keeps working at it, smirking against you as she hears your strangled moans, drunk on the way your hips move towards her face as she eats you out like a woman starved. 

‘’Fuck baby you taste so good, I could stay like this forever,’’ Taylor says against you, voice muffled by the way her mouth is stuck to your pussy. She momentarily stops to suck on her fingers, and oh my god she looks so sexy doing it you think you’ve become jealous. Taylor sees you looking at her with envy in your eyes, wordlessly shoving her soaked hand in front of your face. Her eyes turn an even darker shade of blue as you don’t hesitate to wrap your lips around her fingers, sucking on them while maintaining eye contact. ‘’Shit. That’s it, there’s my good girl. You’re doing such a good job, shall I keep going or do you want me to stop?’’ 

You’re too far gone to speak, panting still and overwhelmed by everything that Taylor gave you. Your back crashes down to the mattress as one of your hand pushes your soulmate’s head back down, crying out as her mouth goes back to work on you. 

Soon your whimpers fill the bedroom, the tension in your belly going back to where it was, quickly rising as Taylor continues to kiss and suck where you need it. Her fingers are hitting spots inside you that you never reached before on your own, the singer doing it all like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

‘’Look at you darling, your thighs are shaking so much! Are you close? Yeah?’’ Taylor smirks once again as she sees you try to nod, your squirming around making it difficult to discern. But she knows, by the look on your face and the way your inner walls are starting to clamp down around her fingers, of course she knows. ‘’Go ahead baby, let go.’’ 

You fall apart before Taylor even finishes talking, vision going white as you come undone in her mouth. She keeps lapping at you even when you trash against her, consciously choosing to ignore the way your breathing comes out shattered as she drags you into your second orgasm of the day. You can barely breathe as this one hits you harder than the first, hands frantically reaching for your soulmate and pulling her up to press her body down against yours. 

‘’I know baby, I know. I’m right here, just try to breathe okay?’’ Taylor slowly takes her fingers out of you, gently kissing all over your face as you wince in discomfort. She lets her pointer finger drag against your clit and is surprised when instead of trying to get away you chase the contact. ‘’Are you not done yet darling? The sheets are drenched and you’re telling me you want more?’’ 

In your post orgasmic haze you manage to glare at her. As if she doesn't know what she’s doing to me.  

‘’Alright darling, but are you really sure?’’ 

It is rather endearing how she keeps checking in on you, but talking is not what you wanted to do right now. In a fit of strength you didn’t know you had you wrap your legs around her waist and manage to reverse your positions. Your hands immediately grab onto Taylor’s sports bra still covering her and she lets you take it off, a mischievous glint to her eyes as she sees the look on your face when you take in her uncovered breasts.  

You lick your lips and immediately dive down, mouth latching over Taylor’s left nipple. You try to suck on it like you felt she did with you, and you know you succeeded when you hear the singer’s moans filling the room with their delectable melody. You look up as you switch to the other breast, throat going dry when you see Taylor with her head thrown back. You don’t think as you trail your mouth upward, living a wet trail on your way to your soulmate’s throat. The taste of her skin is addicting, so much that you don’t realize you’ve ended up with your back on the mattress once again. You huff in annoyance as your mouth is forcibly separated from Taylor’s neck, pouting and looking away when you hear the singer laughing at you. 

‘’You can have a go later baby, I promise,’’ Taylor kisses you, her tongue almost touching yours. The singer then gets up from the bed and you observe her, intrigued, as she walks to your dresser. Your eyes track her every movements, heart racing as she bends down to take off her sweatpants .You’re positively drooling by the time Taylor takes off her panties, dangling it off her finger with that trademark smirk of hers when she locks eyes with you. ‘’Like what you see?’’ 

‘’Yes ma’am.’’ 

‘’ Yes ma’am,’’ Taylor repeats as she squints her eyes at you, aware that you’re still following her movements. You audibly gulp as she puts on the harness for the strap-on, a blush on your face when she fully turns around and raises an eyebrow at you. ‘’What am I, your mother?’’ 

‘’Ahem, well…no, but-‘’ 

‘’Although, what’s that thing they’ve been saying online about me?’’ The singer slowly makes her way to you, confident in her state of dress. Once she reaches the bed again she straddles you, sitting down on your thighs as she puts both hands on your face and makes you look her in the eye. ‘’Mother is mothering, isn’t it? Have you too secretly been calling me that all over the internet?’’ 

‘’…no?’’ 

‘’Really? So if I grab your phone and check any of your socials, let’s say TikTok for example, I won’t find any of your comments calling me mommy either?’’ 

Your stubborn insistence to look away from her is enough answers for Taylor. She gently kisses you on the forehead, on your nose and on your cheek, ending with your lips. She slowly coerces into opening your mouth, but when you do so, eager to deepen your kiss, she pulls away. You try to chase after her but you’re stopped when you feel a finger over your lips. You almost glare at Taylor when you open your eyes, but you don’t dare to when you see how she looks at you. 

‘’That’s what my baby gets when she does not tell the truth,’’ Taylor whispers right into your face, smirking as a deep red blush comes back to your face. You make the error of rolling your eyes at her, thinking that you would get away with it. But that was a mistake, as before you could even take another breath Taylor has you face down on the mattress with her body pressing down on yours. You let out a high pitched whine when you feel the strap-on pressing down on your backside, the sounds coming out of you quickly turning into strangled moans as the toy comes into contact with your clit. ‘’Roll your eyes at me one more time and see where it gets you.’’ 

‘’Oh yeah? Where?’’ 

‘’Exactly right here on this bed where I will fuck your brains out until the only thing on your mind is my name.’’ 

‘’Was that supposed to be a threat?’’ 

You can feel your soulmate’s teeth clamping down on your neck, and the only warning you get before anything happens to you is the eye contact Taylor grants you as she makes you kneel on the bed with your head turned to the side. You can feel her front pressing against your back, her breasts rubbing against you as her hands take hold of your hips. 

‘’Last chance darling, are you sure about this?’’ Taylor asks you, forehead pressed against yours as she slowly guides the tip of the strap-on towards you. You squirm in place when you feel it move against you, all your squirming around making it so that only the very tip is now inside you. You cry out as you feel the strap-on slowly tearing you open, hips unconsciously moving along to the rhythm of your pleasure. ‘’Okay okay, easy baby. I don’t want to hurt you Charlie, it’s your first time.’’ 

‘’Taylor I swear to gods if you don’t fuck me until I can��t walk right now I’ll just do it myself!’’ 

All air leaves your body, quite literally. Taylor covers your mouth with hers, tongue quickly overpowering yours, lips playing you like an instrument she mastered years ago. Those lips are all you can focus on, until Taylor snaps her hips forward, burying the strap-on inside you to the hilt. You don’t know what to do, what to say. You don’t think there is anything to say in moments like this, where in a world such as yours the moment comes when you’re finally one with your soulmate. 

Taylor separates her mouth from yours, lips slowly moving down your neck again as she rocks against you. It’s not long before the only thing you manage to scream out is her name, back arching against her chest as she keeps thrusting inside you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud enough that you know your neighbors will be waiting for you tomorrow. But you know, as Taylor slowly drags her index finger against your clit, that it will all be worth it. 

You open your eyes in a flash when you hear a very familiar sound, and you only have a second to realize you’re facing your bedroom mirror again and that Taylor has the vibrator slowly inching towards you before you feel that coil inside you burst open. Your legs shake as Taylor keeps thrusting inside you, very aware that you’ve just come judging by the smirk on her face that you can see through the mirror. 

‘’That’s it baby, keep looking. Do you see how you’re taking me so well? Such a good girl for me, can you see?’’ Taylor revels in the way you’re reaching back for her, hands searching for any kind of contact as the strap-on keeps hitting you in all the right places. And while you are sooner rather than later being thrown into yet again another orgasm, the other side of the toy keeps rubbing against Taylor in such a way that she might join you. The vibrator is back on your clit and it’s all you can do not to close your eyes. Taylor’s free hand wraps around your throat then, gasps of pleasure coming out of your mouth when the singer picks up speed. ‘’Keep them pretty eyes open for me darling, that’s it! Look at how good I fuck you, how pretty you look down there when you take my strap. Can you feel it coming Charlie?’’ 

Out of breath, mind filled with thoughts of your soulmate, you barely manage to nod. 

‘’Yeah? Are you gonna come for me pretty girl?’’ Taylor keeps fucking into you, holding you upright with the vibrator right up against your clit. Her left hand leaves your hip for your breast, squeezing and massaging it before she starts to pinch your nipple with her thumb and pointer finger. She smirks against your neck as you falter in your more than frantic movements, her deep moans as you grab her by the hair with your right hand resonating deep inside your skull. Taylor feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, by the way the end of the strap keeps hitting her right where it feels good and the sounds you’re making sounding like music to her ears. Huh, now that’s an idea… ‘’Keep making those sounds princess, you’re going to make me come so hard! Shit. Are you there yet darling?’’ 

‘’Taylor I-I-you-‘’ 

‘’Awww, did I fuck you too hard that you don’t know how to speak anymore?’’ The singer changes her tactic, slowing down her movements but thrusting inside you just as hard as before. You feel the vibrator leave your clit, something which almost makes you come out of your sex induced half-conscious state if not for the fact that Taylor immediately puts her fingers to you. You cry out as she swipes her fingers over your clit in rapid circles, your soul all but leaving your body as the strap-on inside you hits your g-spot repeatedly. Unfocused as your eyes may be, you still manage to meet Taylor’s electric blue ones in the mirror. ‘’That’s it baby, keep looking at us. You’re fucking gorgeous, come on pretty girl. I’ll be right there with you. Let go with me baby, let go!’’ 

What your soulmate asks, she gets. With a last snap of her hips, the strap-on ultimately slamming deep inside you as Taylor quickens her fingers over your clit, you both fall over the edge, the singer squeezing you against her as her hips still and your vision goes black. Pleasure fills your mind as you come all over the strap-on, back arching when you feel your thighs get drenched. Taylor turns your head with her hand just then, gently kissing you with her lips. Her hand gently cradles your cheek as her thumb slowly traces over it, her eyes meeting yours as she separates her mouth from your lips.  

The sun shines its rays over her face right then , and in this light she never could’ve looked more stunning. Taylor looks like an angel, too good to be true. She’s truly and irrevocably yours, and yet…

You don’t know what to say. Is there even words to express what you feel right here in this moment? 

‘’Hello darling,’’ Taylor lets out the biggest smile, a certain glint in her eyes that’s making you think she knows what you feel right now. You feel the strap-on slipping out of you then, an involuntary groan getting through your lips as it drags against your inner walls. ‘’Shhh darling, no more. I don’t want to overstimulate you just yet. Shall we get you cleaned up?’’ 

Taylor doesn’t wait for your answer, having you in her arms bridal style in the following ten seconds. She smiles down at you, eyebrow raising as she sees you have your eyes locked on her arms. Your soulmate sees the way you seem entranced by her muscles, filing that information away for future purposes. 

The singer tries to put you down in the bathroom but you cling to her so hard that she gives up. Taylor turns on the shower and you both get under the warm water. 

‘’Baby can you let me go? I need to get the harness off, and we need to rinse off down there,’’ Taylor tries once again to get you to let go, but again and with no surprises, she fails. You grin against her shoulder when you hear her let out a loud exaggerated sigh, but what she does next makes you internally black out. ‘’Don’t be quiet for this pretty girl, I want the neighbors to hear you.’’ 

Your back hits the shower wall and in the next second the strap-on gets buried back inside you. Eyes rolling back inside your head, you don’t see the look of desire and lust all over Taylor as she pounds into you. Her hands have a death grip on your thighs as she holds you up, your legs wrapped around her waist with your heels digging into Taylor’s ass. You feel like you can’t breathe, no thoughts passing through, head empty, nothing but a willing victim to your soulmate’s decision to make you come again. 

The hot water makes you sleepy, but the way Taylor keeps moving her hips against you causes you to stay well awake. Your eyes get drawn back to your soulmates breasts, moving along with her, dancing in front of your face as Taylor fucks into you, almost daring you to touch them. 

And, like the little devil that you are, you do. Both of your hands descend upon the objects of your desire, massaging the breasts for a moment before your mouth attaches itself to the left one. Taylor moans low in her throat, her movements inside you picking up speed which makes you bite down on her. 

‘’Shit, pretty girl keep doing that! Yes, that’s it!’’ Taylor screams out as you focus on her other breast, bitting down on it just the same as the other. She keeps pounding into you at an alarming speed, sweat running down her body mixing with the hot water pouring over you both. ‘’Holy shit baby, if you continue like that you’re going to make me come!’’ 

You smile against Taylor, hips rocking in time with hers, searching for the one thing only she’s able to make you feel, and that you’re quickly becoming addicted to. The warmth or her body pressed against yours contrast deeply with the cold shower wall against your back, desperate whines leaving your mouth as you arch towards your soulmate to evade the chill behind you. 

It’s all starting to become too much for you, this growing feeling deep inside you as the strap-on keeps hitting parts of yourself you could never hope to reach on your own, Taylor panting your name right into your ears…

You feebly try to get away, panicked by what you feel is coming in your lower belly, but your soulmate doesn’t let you. 

‘’Don’t you try to get away now pretty girl, you asked for this!’’ Taylor let your hips go and thank the lord you still have the strength to keep them up. Her left hand wraps around your neck and yours fly up to the top of the shower wall, grabbing the wet wall in a death grip as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Choked sobs come out of you when the singer uses her other hand to draw rapid circles on your clit, the devil’s smile on her face as you immediately react by trying to get closer. ‘’That’s it Charlie, give it to me one more time. I know you can do it, my pretty girl! Come all over my strap!’’ 

‘’TAYLOR!’’ 

You fall apart with your head thrown back against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream. Your legs are shaking so much as Taylor keeps pounding into you, her movements frantic yet it’s not long before she joins you. 

Five minutes go by before you both start to get back to reality. Taylor is the first one to move, managing to take the strap-on off of her and throwing it blindly behind her. You almost whine at the loss, but you know you couldn’t possibly handle anything more at the moment. When Taylor grabs the shower head to rinse your lower body, you yelp near in pain as the jet of water comes into contact with your pussy. 

‘’Shhh, it’s okay Charlie. I know it kinda hurts right now, but you’ll feel better once you’re all cleaned and warm in bed alright?’’ Taylor puts her forehead against yours, lips ghosting over yours when she sees you nod. ‘’That’s my good girl. No more funny business, understood?’’ 

You reluctantly nod, but only because you see the warning in your soulmate’s eyes. You might need time to recuperate, but you knew that if Taylor asked for it you would go for another round. I am well and truly gone for that woman. 

Half an hour later finds you dressed in your pajamas, Taylor in her hoodie and you both wrapped up in each other over your bed. You couldn’t look away from her, even if you tried. The love you felt for your soulmate couldn’t be qualified, her beauty couldn’t be put into words. You just knew that you loved her. 

‘’Taylor I-I just want to say-‘’ You try to speak, anxiety spiking as Taylor has her eyes focused solely on you. She suddenly put her hand on your cheek and just like that, all your worries go away. ‘’I love you, Taylor. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I really wanted you to know that.’’ 

‘’Oh Charlie, I love you too,’’ Taylor kisses you on the lips, the action soft and gentle unlike your earlier trysts. She pulls the cover over the two of you when you let out a huge yawn, your head immediately burrowing into her neck. ‘’Now sleep my darling, we’ll see each other in a few hours.’’ 

A sleepy smile comes over your face, and you would’ve fallen asleep right then and there if not for a stray thought coming to your mind. 

‘’Taylor, how did you come here so fast?’’ 

‘’…’’ 

‘’Taylor?’’ 

‘’…I bought a house just a few blocks away just in case you needed me? Please don’t kill me!’’ 

‘’TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT!’’ 

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‘’Taylor, will you please let me go?’’ 

‘’Can’t we just stay here so I can fuck your brains out again?’’ 

‘’TAYLOR!’’ 

‘’What? Don’t look at me like that, you were the one who jumped me when you woke up yesterday afternoon,’’ Taylor whispers against your neck, body coiled around yours. You blush as you remember what happened the previous day, but as you look at the time on your alarm clock you halfheartedly hit your soulmate on the shoulder. ‘’Ouch, that hurts you know?’’ 

‘’As if. Now come on, some of us actually have to go to work,’’ you manage to detach yourself from your soulmate, the bed sheet falling to the mattress as you get up. You could still feel a very pleasurable ache in your legs, remnants of your day with Taylor spent exploring each other’s bodies. You almost trip on your own feet and you look back, blushing by the look of pure lust on Taylor’s face as she licks her lips while looking at your naked body. ‘’Stop looking at me like that.’’ 

‘’Like what?’’ 

‘’Like you want to eat me up.’’ 

‘’I did eat you out, didn’t I?’’ 

‘’TAYLOR!’’ 

‘’Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Scouts honors!’’ Taylor holds up three fingers and you throw a shirt at her face. She cackles as you dress yourself, quickly following in your steps and putting on her own clothes. You shiver when you feel her press against your back, arms settling over your stomach as her face burrows in your neck. ‘’Will you at least let me take you to work?’’ 

‘’Of course my Star.’’ 

‘’Yes I’m yours, and don’t you forget it.’’ 

Taylor insists that she drives you to work in her car, her very expensive car, and the excitement on her face is so contagious that you let her. The whole drive to the daycare she has at least one hand on you, more often than not placed on your thigh. Your heart picks up speed the closer you get to your work place, but it also felt like you were being followed. It would be strange if you were not, after all your soulmate is THE Taylor Swift. 

The daycare finally comes into view, some parents already inside and doing handovers with their little ones. Taylor parks her car right in front of the entrance, the screeching tires alerting everyone inside the building of your presence. You try to hide yourself but it is too late, your coworkers inside as well as the parents having already seen you inside the vehicle. 

‘’Come one baby, don’t be afraid,’’ Taylor tells you, hand squeezing yours reassuringly. ‘’I’ll walk you to the door, and if anyone says anything I’ll sue them.’’ 

‘’Taylor, we talked about this!’’ 

‘’No we didn’t. You tried to talk me out of it, but I was too busy eating you o-‘’ 

‘’SHHHHH!’’ 

The singer laughs, and you can’t stay mad at her even if you wanted. Taylor turns down her car and opens her door, quickly coming around and doing the same for you. She gently takes your hand and as you both turn towards your workplace a flash goes off. You see the frown on Taylor’s face, the shift in her body indicating that she was about to go off on the person interrupting your moment, but you are quick to put your hand to her cheek and redirect her attention on you. 

‘’It’s okay Starlight, let them.’’ 

‘’I’m still leaving bodyguards all around the block.’’ 

You can still hear people taking pictures of you, although it’s not like Taylor tried really hard to hide herself. Her hood is down and people surely must’ve followed her to your place yesterday. 

When you get to the daycare’s front door, Taylor stops you just as you’re about to get in. She turns you around so quick all air leaves you, body colliding against hers as you find yourself looking right at her lips. 

‘’I’ll see you tonight darling? When do you get off of work?’’ 

‘’At six pm, but you don’t have to wait for me Taylor,’’ you put your head on her shoulder, warmth feeling you up as your soulmate wraps her arms around you. ‘’I know you’re busy, I won’t hold it against you if we can’t see each other for a few days.’’ 

‘’You think I’ll let you out of my sight after I just had you?’’ 

Taylor kisses you then, the world around you fading as the singer once again steals your breath away. Her tongue probs your lips and you grant her access, sighing as you feel her against you.

Someone clears their throat behind you and you turn around in a flash, narrowed eyes falling on no one else but your best friend, Sam. 

‘’I should’ve known you were with her when you didn’t answer any of my texts yesterday,’’ Sam says as she approaches you. She looks you over and you feel yourself flush all over again when her eyes zero in on your neck. ‘’I see you were having fun!’’ 

‘’Not a damn word out of your mouth Sam, none!’’ You turn back around, meeting Taylor’s eyes as you see her checking something on her phone. ‘’See you later Starlight? Love you!’’ 

‘’Love you too darling, don’t have too much fun without me!’’ 

Taylor kisses you one last time before she gets back in her car and drives off. You’re still in a daze when you turn back around, not surprised to see Sam smirking at you. 

‘’Alex is going to be so mad when I tell her she owes me one hundred and fifty dollars because you two fucked.’’ 

‘’ALEX!’’ 

As you chase your best friend through the building, the only thing on your mind was Taylor. You couldn’t wait to get back to her. 

Little did you know, as she was driving towards her recording studio, the singer was having the same exact thoughts. 

a/n: shoutout to my friend/coworker for the spicy scenes ideas, you a real one L

Chapter 6 (last one)

[talesofely]

did I finally cave in and wrote a taylor swift x oc/reader book? yes, yes i did.

go check out 'serendipity' on wattpad if u want to see Wynter and Taylor's twistedly perfect love story.

I'm down bad, it's embarassing. anyways, click the highlighted parts under this to go check it out pls.

serendipity [n.]

- the gift of finding valuable or beautiful things without the need to look for it.

Serendipity. That's exactly what the brunette CEO, Wynter Maureen Veilleux, felt when she met the blonde singer, Taylor Alison Swift, in a random party. She didn't expect for a one-of-a-kind relationship to bloom in such a cliché way, but hey, she isn't complaining one bit. However, what if things gets too overwhelming? What if it gets out of hand and she loses all control? Will their past be able to save their future? Or will they be stuck in the beautiful present, too scared to move on to more?

[alana-reid-2005]

and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite 🍁

[with-my-calamitous-love]

REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!

[lecsainz]

Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

EVERYONE WAS WRONG

parings: travis kelce + swift!reader

author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭

summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.

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ynswift can I say I'm cheating on the eagles?

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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game

⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!

user6 love seeing the swift sisters together

killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n

⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce

⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game

⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule

user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis

user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???

⤷ user4 I think so

user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up

user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!

⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!

⤷ user5 OH MY GOD

philadelphiaeagles no comments

⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team

user7 I want a tayvis photo, make it happen y/n!

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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.

Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.

Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.

As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.

One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.

Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.

Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.

One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?

Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."

Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."

Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."

Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."

Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."

Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."

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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!

austinkingsleyswift congrats sis!

jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!

chiefs welcome to chiefs family y/n!

donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕