#1989 taylor's version vault tracks

[noivynocrime]

after having listened to the vault tracks on a loop since this morning, as of rn my ranking of the vault tracks is as follows:

1. "slut!"

2. now that we don't talk

3. is it over now?

4. say don't go

5. suburban legends

THEY'RE ALL GENUINELY SO GOOD THOUGH. IT MIGHT BE TOO EARLY TO SAY BUT THIS MIGHT JUST BE MY FAVOURITE VAULT YET. ABSOLUTELY SICKENING SONGS

[myredliptruth]

only taylor can get me to work on a puzzle for 3 hours lmfao i haven't done this since lock down omg

[feat-taylorswift]

| the lights are so bright, but they never blind me

[susiephone]

1989 vault tracks: a summary

[iknowplaces4life]

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard ᯓᡣ𐭩

[aintmyjewelry]

"slut!" - t.s.

[tsmidnights]

[artelarium]

now that we don’t talk by taylor swift.

i am so inspired right now, i have a lot of ideas and edits to post!

you can also follow me on pinterest, it would help me a lot 🫶🏻

[dontblamethewitches]

got lovesick, all over my bed love to think you'll never forget handprints in wet cement

[cruelmidnight]

the best vault track from 1989tv 🤍

[cottoncandywhispers]

When I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you

[rhaegalsblog]

now that we don’t talk

[outofthewoodsintothedaylight]

WHY IS IT SO GOOD

[makemydaymisstay]

Back in 2014, I bought all the albums and got all the polaroids (luckily no repeated one)

I made a tumblr post about it and @taylorswift liked it and followed me ! So I couldn’t break that lucky chain ! I had to have all these now , 9 years later 🩵

Share for good luck 🫶🏻

[girlkisser13]

"slut!"

"if i’m gonna be drunk" "might as well be drunk in love"

pairings: benedict bridgerton x wife fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), porn with plot, multiple orgasms, high and giggly benedict.

summary: you take your husband’s mind off of his upcoming news from the royal academy.

the evening was splendid, the bridgertons and the sharmas were enjoying a delightful dinner in the grand dining room of aubrey hall. laughter and lively conversation filled the room, but you could not help but notice your husband, benedict, was not his usual jovial self. his eyes were unfocused, and his responses to the lively banter around him were uncharacteristically sluggish.

concern creased your brow as you watched him from your seat beside him. "benedict, my dear, are you quite well?" you inquired softly, your hand lightly touching his.

benedict blinked and offered you a faint smile. "indeed, my love. i am merely fatigued from the day’s exertions."

you were not convinced. you knew your husband better than anyone, and something was clearly amiss. as the dinner wore on, you observed him closely, noting the subtle signs of discomfort and distraction.

when the final course was served and the guests began to disperse to the drawing room, you gently took benedict's arm. "i believe it would be wise if we retired early this evening."

benedict nodded gratefully, and the two of you made your excuses to the guests. once the both of you were alone in the sanctuary of your bedchamber, you turned to him, your concern evident. "benedict, pray tell, what troubles you so?"

he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "i apologize, y/n. i did not wish to worry you. it is the matter of my acceptance to the royal school. the uncertainty gnaws at me."

your heart ached for him. you knew how much this meant to him, how deeply he yearned for validation of his artistic talent. "oh, benedict. i had no idea it weighed upon you so heavily."

"i took a powdered drug in my tea earlier, hoping it might ease my nerves," he confessed, looking away in shame. "it appears it has had quite the opposite effect."

your eyes widened in alarm. "you took a drug? benedict, you should have confided in me."

"i did not wish to burden you with my anxieties," he admitted, his voice strained. "i thought i could manage on my own."

with gentle hands, you cupped his face, compelling him to meet your gaze. "you need never bear your burdens alone, my dear husband. we are partners in all things, are we not? you shall gain admission to that school, of that i am certain."

he looked at you, his eyes filled with doubt. "how can you be so sure?"

"because i have seen your talent, benedict. it is undeniable, and the royal school would be remiss not to recognize it. but should the worst come to pass, it does not diminish your worth or your gift. you are an extraordinary artist, and no institution can change that."

your words seemed to soothe his troubled spirit, the tension easing from his form. he drew you into a tender embrace, holding you as if you were his lifeline. "thank you, y/n. i cannot fathom what i would do without you."

you returned his embrace, your heart swelling with love."you shall never need to find out, for i shall always be by your side."

benedict smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "thank you, y/n," yet the doubt still lingered in his eyes.

sensing his lingering unease, you gently traced a finger along his jawline. "perhaps i might offer a distraction to take your mind off your worries?"

his eyes flickered with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "and what, pray tell, might that be?"

with a mischievous smile, you leaned in to whisper in his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "let me show you."

you go to sit on the side of the bed, your gown dipping low against your chest, allowing benedict a glimpse at your cleavage. the fabric was light, thin, and smooth over your skin.

“won’t you join me?” he walks over to you, letting you press your palms to his chest, his skin warm through his shirt. your fingers deftly work on her husband’s cravat, untying the knot, unwrapping the length of it until it drapes from his neck, open. you wrap the ends of it about her index and middle fingers, grasping at them, pulling at the length of fabric, drawing him closer to you.

a chuckle rumbles in his chest, as his face draws nearer to you, a satisfied smirk on your face.

you stops when your lips are shy of brushing his and whispered, “ruin me.”

benedict pushes you onto the plush mattress. your legs wrapping around his thighs, his lips crashing into yours, his tongue fiercely caressing yours.

you slipped your arms out of your dress, pushing the fabric down around your hips.

benedict felt himself harden at the sight of your upper body in your corset. he blinked furiously, as if trying to regain control of his sense.

"may i?" he took hold of the fabric around your waist, pulling it out from under you as you lifted yourself slightly, signaling a loud yes.

sitting in your undergarments, benedict wrapped his arms around your body, expertly fiddling with the laces as you nodded fervently into his delectable kisses.

you grinned into his mouth, feeling the corset loosen quickly. your fingers fumbled along the seam of his pants, unfurling the tucked fabric of his dress shirt, fiddling with the buttons of his overcoat.

benedict stopped, throwing his coat across the room and removing his dress shirt as frantically as possible.

it took only seconds for his eyes to widen at your naked body, "my god" he exhaled, lunging forward, thrusting his hand into your hair, pulling you into a devilish kiss.

his hands curved under your behind, lifting you forward to the very edge of the bed before falling to his knees before you as if you were divine, and he, a devout worshipper at the altar.

he littered kisses down your inner thigh, his nose nestling into the soft nest of hair at your mound, he breathed heavily, groaning with pleasure.

benedict's tongue slipped between your folds, circling the most sensitive spot on your body, your hands sliding into his hair, pulling gently as his pace quickened and steadied in a repetitive manner.

never had you felt so safe and yet so powerful, holding benedict's head in place between your thighs. letting out soft, melodic moans, tangling your fingers amongst his hair, finding your hips having a mind of their own as they grounded against him.

the sheer coarseness of benedict's dawning facial hair and the soft, warmth of his darting tongue were plenty enough to push your mind to the edge of the human experience. your head turned dreamy, light, whilst your body convulsed and squeezed benedict's head between your thighs.

panting softly, benedict remained, placing delicate kisses where on your cunt. as your body relaxed into him again, benedict kissed you again, your own sweetness on your tongue now.

he stood before you, bare torso, undoing his dress pants. freeing himself before you, your enlarging eyes took in his length as he held himself in his hand.

"allow me?" benedict looked down at you, sordid passion aflame in his eyes. you gave a clear, concise nod. benedict moved closer between your thighs, adjusting your legs, and placing himself at your entrance.

with both hands sprawled over the space between your belly and your hips, benedict slowly pushed forward, eliciting guttural moans from your lips.

but he never looked away from you, he never closed his eyes for more than a half-second. his desire burned out of him, his eyes searing down on you and in helplessness, you exuded wanton need in return.

you wished this act were eternal, completely unending. every thrust an indiscreet attempt at conveying his affections for you. his hand found its way to caressing your cheek, his teeth nipping at your neck as you moaned his name.

"benedict" you sighed without inhibition. the sound of your voice sent him into a frenzy, his thrusts harder now and full-fledged. his sinful grunts, echoing across the room, came to a hot, explicit apex as he buried himself as deeply as possible inside of you.

he looked down at you dreamily, his eyes heavy with pleasure, running his thumb over your bottom lip. you pulled him down towards you, capturing his lips with yours. he chuckled against your mouth, causing you to pull away from him.

you playfully glared at him, “do you find something humorous, mr. bridgerton?”

he smiles down at you, biting his bottom lip before speaking. “i believe the remedies that i previously consumed still linger in my system.”

the two of you shared a laugh. "you are wonderful. i could never capture such an essence in any art form. you are transcendent," benedict said slowly, the pretense of his silly exterior falling away.

"i must confess, i find your present, inebriated state to be vastly more agreeable," you said with a smug smile, watching as he rolled his eyes at you.

"as do i," he retorted, chortling alongside you.

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

Taylor's Version vaults 💛❤️🩵