#gaylor smut

[folkloreintime]

The House of Vamplor. - Taylor Swift x Reader Smut [PART 1]

Vampire!Taylor x female reader smut

warnings: smut, fem!reader oral (r!receiving), vampires, biting, mild blood play, amnesia(kinda??)

summary: Vamplor takes you back to her house and her intentions are very clear.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: not me being back the vamplor pull was just too strong lmaoo. part 2 is out btw! hope you enjoy - pris

You could barely recall the recent events of this morning, a bad sleep turned into a bad morning which turned into an even worse day so when the sun set and you lazily walked your way back home, the local bar didn’t look so bad, its dim glow seeming much more enticing than the cold icy walls of your apartment, it seemed like an adequate end to the day.

However, now you were sitting in a room, two deep red glasses of wine sat at the table in front of you, the tall ceilings seemed like they could go on forever but the walls were ensconced in black as if they were trying to trap you. Memories, flashes of red lips and sultry whispers came back to you, a woman flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder laughing coyly, her face hidden from your gaze. You took a deep breath and turned towards the door. Nobody entered and you wondered if you should leave. It almost felt illegal, quietly tiptoeing towards the door and just before you turned the handle it burst open.

“Not leaving are you, Sweetness?” Her red lips pouted as she salaciously leaned on the door frame, essentially blocking you in. “No. I’m just…” The words fell short in your mouth because you didn’t actually know what you were doing here but the intrigue of the woman before you was enough to make you stay. “We were at the bar?” you questioned trying to piece together what little information you had. “Yes,” she chuckled, “We came here after the bar, the night is still young, so why waste it?” Her tall figure stepped into the room.

“Sit. We were having such a good conversation,” she gestured with a flick of her hand and you immediately felt yourself complying with her commands as if she had willed it so, “Oh… did someone make a mess?” She mocked you, shaking her head dismissively as you both looked at the wine now dripping unceremoniously on the floor, you didn’t even hear it fall, the silence in the room was deafening, only the sound of your breath and the creaking footsteps as she moved around you remained, just close enough where you could sense the air as she moved through it but not close enough to touch.

She handed you a rag and knelt to the floor with you, her blonde hair framed her face, the moonlight from the open window shone like stage lights illuminating her like a crowd pleaser. “Go on, Y/N. Clean up your mess.” her eyes darkened, the silhouette of her black lacy corset tightened against her pale skin as she leaned forward with intense eye contact. You began to soak up what liquid you could, the rag absorbing the fluid, now stained with red like an open wound. The small piece of cloth was doing very little to clean it up, sloshing the liquid back and forth making an even bigger mess, you sat up a little, almost admitting defeat when the woman piped up. “Need help?” it would have sounded sincere if not for her quirked up brow and loose smile on her lips . She cupped her hands on top of yours and you gasped. She was ice cold, shivers traveled up and down your spine and you didn’t move an inch.

She began to move her hands, moving yours with them. Left. Right. Left. Right. It was antagnosingly slow, and each time she stopped her grip on your

hands tightened ever so slightly. Her eyes studied you so intensely, you felt shy under her gaze, wholly exposed and unable to utter a word for fear she might just get up and leave. Suddenly, she stopped. “You can’t clean up your mess properly, Sweetness.” she tutted, both of your hands were stained red, the scent of mulled berries infiltrated your senses. “I’m sorry.” You looked away in shame, it seemed like the longer you spent with her the more shy you became.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Y/N. You disrespected my company.” She stood, towering above you. “I’ll make it up to you.” Your voice was small now, looking at her through your eyelashes, she smoothed out her corset. “I guess I’ll just have to make a mess of you.” She grabbed your jaw, harshly raising your head so your eyes could meet. Her smirk was more sinister now, her blue eyes almost became black like the walls. “Stand.” she demanded.

Her cold hands clenched either side of your face and she leaned in, lips merely inches apart and where her breath should fan your face, there was none. She crashed her lips into yours, they moved around each other like an electric dance. She took your bottom lip into her mouth and sucked whilst you brought your hands to pull her closer. She stopped. “I didn’t say you could touch.” You breathed out, a little shocked. She grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the chaise lounge underneath the window. The moon casting its light onto her enshrouded face. Sweeping your hair to one side, she let the strap of your dress fall onto your shoulder. She traced lines from your upper jaw to chest with her black painted fingernails. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of your heartbeat.

She knelt between your knees, her height making her level with you and laid kisses on your jaw, intermittently enveloping your mouth in a searing kiss. She moved down to your neck and started to suckle and kiss just above your pulse point. You closed your eyes in bliss, a small moan escaping. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pinch and your eyes shot open. “Sorry, got ahead of myself.” She laughed, throwing her head back, exposing sharp fangs overtop those full red lips.

A wave of nausea crashed over you as your breathing became rapid and shallow. The fear was palpable in the air but your lust and temptation still lingered. You recalled her electric energy in the bar, hanging on to her every word, bringing yourself closer just to feel what it’s like to be in her presence, letting a potentially dangerous woman have you? Would it be worth it?

Her long fingers grasped onto your waist as she slowly pushed you flat on the lounge chair. Now fully at her mercy, she pulled down the neck of your shirt as if it was greatly inconveniencing her, exposing your breasts to the air. She took one nipple into her mouth and lightly began to suck, your head rolled to the side and a moan fluttered its way from your throat. Her suckling turned into tiny bites, the thrill of knowing her sharp teeth could break the skin at any moment made the seconds go painstakingly slow.

Her actions became rougher and sloppier as she made her way down your body, stopping incrementally to leave a kiss or run her polar fingers through your hair, staring deeply into your eyes. Her blonde hair tickled the space between your thighs and her solid stature was the only reminder that she was even there. She leaned in and you jolted out of fear. “You scared of me, Sweetness?” She pouted, genuinely waiting for an answer. “No, I don’t think so.” You answered honestly as not trusting the womanly creature with her head in between your legs right now wouldn’t be very apt. “Good, because I’m about to be,” Her tongue made contact with your pussy, “Very mean right now.” she whispered.

The noises that erupt from your mouth sound wrecked and earth shattering as she begins a languid dance upon you. Her tongue lays flat against you before her mouth is hastily sucking your clit into her mouth, the whiplash of events making your head spin. She thrusts her tongue in, holds for a second and then pulls back. There’s a sheen to her supple lips, the red lipstick is a little smeared but the glint of hazy lust so intense in her eyes is enough to fuel both of you on. She spits on your pussy, a sultry whine leaves your mouth. Then she dives right back in continuing her machinations and the white hot pleasure begins to peak as you clasp a hand to the back of her head.

She laughs, the sound vibrating against you, bringing you to the crux. A million little stars fill your vision as her tongue furiously pushes against your pussy, the breath from your lungs punches the air and sweat beads on your forehead. Then she drags her teeth across to your thigh and bites. You almost ignite as cries flurry their way to the surface with every pulse of your clit. She moans for the first time and there's something off about the nonessential breath she lets out.

She rears her head up, the small red dribble coming from her mouth alarms you. You press against the small wound, red staining your fingertips, and slowly push them into her mouth. She takes them with no questions asked, leeching every droplet she can take. She releases your fingers and kisses your cheek, her hand cupping your neck.

“I think I might have to keep you forever.” She says, tilting her head.

“And you are?” You ask.

“Taylor, Sweetness.”

[part 2]

[swiftalchemy]

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut

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

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

word count: 4.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you buy this just for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is driving me crazy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to hear you say it."

“Please touch me, Tay” you ask her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to touch you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…” you almost plead.

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

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

“Mhm…” you react to her touch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rafeysmenace]

Fellas, PLEASE, send in requests, asks, thoughts, ANYTHING for Taylor OR, EVEN BETTER poly Kaylor x reader, I'm a friend of Dorothea and there is literally ZERO Kaylor x reader smut out there so I ought to make some

[evermorepoetz]

snow angel

taylor swift x reader

*** author’s note: thank you for reading <3 this is chapter two! ***

chapter 2: karaoke night

It was now the weekend and it was karaoke night at your house with all of your friends.

Phoebe, Lucy, Julien, Katie, Naomi, Jo, Selena and of course Taylor.

You sat sideways on Taylor's lap, leaned fully against her chest and your head resting against the side of hers as you watched Jo and Julien make a fool of themselves singing some old rock song.

You couldn't lie and say you weren't extremely hyperaware of the way one of Taylor's hands was resting on your bare thigh and subconsciously playing with the frayed ends of your cut jean shorts.

The other was drawing circles on the exposed skin of your mid back underneath the hem of your crop top.

She was completely focused on the absurd performance happening in front of her, laughing and smiling at your crazy friends.

Meanwhile, you were completely focused on her.

The way her blue eyes were lit up with pure happiness.

The way her beautiful features were softly accented with her minimal make up.

The way her golden blonde hair fell in their natural curl pattern down her shoulders.

God.

She was everything.

She was perfect.

Jo and Julien had finished their song and Selena was taking a turn with Katie this time. They scrolled through the song list on the television, losing Taylor's attention.

Her eyes met yours and you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you at being caught staring.

Taylor's hand squeezed your thigh gently and she leaned over to talk in your ear quietly.

"Come with me to the bathroom?"

You nodded, hoping up off her lap and helping her up off the lounge chair.

She headed down the hall but you paused to turn back to your friends

"We'll be back."

"Use protection." Phoebe teased giving you a knowing look.

"Fuck off." You rolled your eyes and walked off.

You quietly entered the bathroom through the door that Taylor had left ajar.

You gently clicked it shut and leaned back against the door, watching her.

She sighed seemingly in relief as she leaned back against the granite counter top.

Finally alone for a moment.

"Are you okay?" You asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just exhausted."

Makes sense.

She had just finished the European leg of the Eras tour and had gotten back into town two days ago.

She had a rough break up with Travis a few months ago in Australia, so of course you indulged her in wanting to go to the club the day she had gotten back.

This was her first night actually doing nothing but relaxing.

"Yeah, I heard touring for a year and a half really takes it out of you." You teased, earning a genuine laugh from the blonde.

There a was a beat of comfortable silence and then she tilted her head to the side slightly, simply looking at you with a small smile on her lips.

"I'm so glad you're home." You admitted, slowly taking a few steps closer to her and stopping a foot or two in front of her.

The way she was leaning against the counter top made her slightly shorter but still a bit taller than you.

You reached out and gently took one of her hands and held onto it with both of yours, flipping her palm face up and tracing the lines on her hands and up her fingers.

This was a subconscious habit that had been a part of your friendship with her since you had met 4 years ago when you were 20 and brand new in the music industry.

She had taken you under her wing and became something of a mentor to you as you navigated your way through the abrupt and overwhelming speed of your rising popularity.

Mentorship had slowly turned into texting everyday, and then the daily FaceTime calls, until it blossomed into a beautiful friendship.

You two were for the most part inseparable.

Very physically affectionate and very much attached at the hip whenever possible.

The fans (both your own and hers) ate it up.

And they clocked you immediately.

Shipping you two and calling you out for how you looked at her.

It was embarrassing to be so fucking obvious all the time about how you feel for her.

Your feelings for her had developed slowly at first and then all at once until you were sick to your stomach with butterflies every time you looked at her.

But she was oblivious and you were content with taking whatever time of hers that she would offer you.

Even if just friends.

"I've missed you so much."

The words ripped you out of your thoughts, your heart in your throat at the way she was looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes and a slight pout on her lips.

"Yeah, I tend to have that effect on the ladies." You teased, gathering what little bit of 'cool' you could salvage from your brief panic.

Taylor smiled, but something in her eyes changed a bit.

"Speaking of, have you been with anyone since I've been gone?"

You weren't really sure what emotion you were seeing play out in her eyes.

Why couldn't you read her anymore?

"Nothing serious." You shrugged casually.

"So there have been girls then?"

"A few, but like I said, mostly one night stands. I haven't been with anyone since like last month. They're not really what I want."

A pause.

"What do you want?" Taylor finally asked, keeping an intense eye contact with you.

"Umm.. I don't know."

You lied.

She seemed almost disappointed for a flash of a second and you furrowed your brows.

"You okay?"

Taylor shrugged reaching out and pulling you towards her, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and holding you tight.

If you didn't know better, you would think she was avoiding the question.

"I just really missed you." She whispered.

You could hear the sadness tinging her voice.

You tried to come up with a quick way to bring a smile back to her lips.

"Why don't you stay over tonight when everyone goes home?" You offered, giving her a gentle squeezed around her waist.

It was quiet for a moment as she considered your offer and you couldn't help the subtle embarrassment you felt at the idea of her rejecting you.

"Actually, can we stay at mine? My mom dropped off my cats before she left for home in Nashville. Maybe you can stay a few days if you want?"

"That sounds perfect."

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Author's note: these gay ass bitches 🙄

[laari-gaylor]

Tree is in Paine (Kaylor fanfiction)

Having concluded her final show of the American leg of the Eras Tour, Taylor Swift returned home, the day already marked as one of her best due to the announcement of the re-recorded version of her album 1989. But Karlie's presence at the show amplified the joy and added something more to her ecstasy. Taylor had coordinated with her team to ensure the tall brunette was brought backstage slightly before the concert ended.

Now, in Taylor's Los Angeles residence, Karlie sat comfortably on the couch, engaged in conversation with the singer. Taylor and Karlie erupted in laughter, fully aware that they were on the cusp of breaking the internet. After regaining her composure, Taylor glanced at Karlie and began the countdown, "Alright, one, two..." Karlie took that opportunity and exlsimed « THREE, LET'S GO, BITCH!" Taylor's playful expression turned more serious as she added, "Oh, come on, quit teasing or I might reconsider." With that, she confidently clicked the Follow button on Karlie's Instagram account. Swiftly, she repeated the action on Twitter, TikTok, and Tumblr.

After completing the digital escapade, they both powered down their phones. As the screens went dark, Karlie found herself gazing at Taylor, the moment stretching on like an eternity. The atmosphefre became calmer. The singer lift her head and the model’s verdant gaze met Taylo’rs piercing blue eyes. In that instant, a connection sparked. They both could feel the blush run into their cheeks. They remained in that silent tableau for a while, both hesitant to make a move, until Karlie finally broke the quietude, her voice cutting through, "So, is this your place now?" Taylor gave a nod, her affirmation accompanied by the words, "Yeah, it is. This is where I spend most of my time." Karlie's question took on an uncertain tone as she ventured further, "And, um... is anyone else living here?" Taylor's response didn't come immediately; her expression held a complexity that defied description. After a brief pause, she offered, "Actually, I'm not alone here." Karlie's mind froze, her mental gears grinding to a halt. A growing ache seemed to envelop her chest, intensifying with each passing moment. Without saying a word, the singer rose from her seat and disappeared briefly, only to return seconds later, cradling Meredith in her arms, with Olivia trailing behind. Taylor's laughter filled the air as she introduced, "These are my two roommates, and Benjamin is probaly somewhere asleep. » Karlie's gaze bore into Taylor’s with a mixture of intensity and disbelief, her words sharp, « That was so not funny Taylor » Despite Karlie's seriousness, Taylor's laughter escalated, and she gently put Meredith down, jesting, "Are you being for real? I wrote two devstating albums and sang 'Maroon' on your birthday in front of 100 000 people. Do you seriously think I'm in a relationship Kar? » Hearing Taylor say her nick name made her heart flutter.

Seated just inches apart, the taller woman displayed uncertainty in her reaction. Her gaze, fixated on the wall ahead, indicated that she was grappling with the weight of Taylor's revelation. Swiftly, her eyes shifted to meet Taylor's, conveying a mix of emotions. Taylor pressed on, her words maintaining the conversation's flow, "So, tell me, how did you manage to persuade Tree to let you attend the show today? I honestly believed I was in a dream when she informed me you'd be up in the nosebleeds." A slight smile appeared on Karlie’s face « actually it wasn’t that hard, she just told me she wasn’t sure i’d be in the VIP tent cause then everyone could see me and it’d be a sitution complated enough if i was just in the crowd with the other fans » A faint smile graced Karlie's lips. "Honestly, it wasn't all that difficult," she admitted. "Tree just mentioned that she wasn't keen on having me in the VIP tent, given the visibility. Being in the crowd with other fans seemed like a complicated enough situation."

Taylor's hand found its way to Karlie's thigh, her gaze penetrating as she held eye contact until the silence was broken. Taylor's voice emerged, breaking the quiet, "Thank you for being here. Although, I have to admit, I thought you'd show up a bit sooner."

A tinge of sadness clouded Karlie's expression. "Taylor, there was a point where I started to believe you really hated me. With everyone linking those lyrics about betrayal to me… and i never got a response to my letter... I just didn't want to be there if you didn't want me." Tears welled up in Karlie's eyes, and Taylor drew nearer, offering comfort through a gentle squeeze on her thigh. Though words were typically Taylor's forte, in that moment, they seemed to escape her. Placing her hands on the small of Karlie's back, she pulled her into an embrace. A tear slid from Karlie's eye, dampening Taylor's shoulder. The embrace was brief as Taylor eased away, informing Karlie that she was going to get a bottle of wine.

Returning with two glasses and a bottle of red wine, Taylor's presence was commanding. Karlie's gaze traced Taylor's body. She was still wearing her Midnights bodysuit from the show. Taylor, forcing Karlie out of her trance unexpectedly asked : « do you like it » she immediatly froze, her eyes revealing appreciation before her voice caught up, "What—I mean, obviously you look amazing in that, but..." Beyond just being a beautiful woman, the way she carried herself and her silouette were godlike. Karlie bit her lip feeling the familiar rush of heat in her body.

"But?" Taylor interjected, settling onto Karlie's lap, facing the brunette, with her legs spread. Handing over a generously filled wine glass to Karlie, whose cheeks color had started to mirror the hue of the beverage she now held, Taylor quirked an eyebrow expectantly. She could hear the model’s unstady breathing, she looked so gorgeous with her flushed cheeks in her white vest and the shy expression on her face. Suddenly a smirk spread on her face to replace her lost expression and she said « I knew i’d end up being your chair again » The blonde girl on top of her raised an eyebrow and smirked.

The playful comment certainly amused her, prompting her to continue with that teasing demeanor. Gently taking the glass from Karlie's hand, she leaned in until she was nestled close to Karlie's ear, and in a hushed whisper, she rephrased, "Feeling a bit mischievous today, are we? is that an allusion to me sitting on your face?" The subdued woman felt her throat go dry, a rush of arousal making her panties damp. The singer's gaze trailed down the exquisite curve of the brunette's cleavage, an awareness that her teasing was a risky game to play with the woman she had missed over countless years. As if she could hear the unspoken thoughts, Karlie's confident voice resonated, "I miss you, Tay," her hand finding its place on Taylor's exposed thigh. The long cascade of Taylor's blonde hair hung in a messy, captivating display, cascading over her shoulders and veiling portions of her collarbones. As much as they both tried to tear their eyes away, they couldn’t, especially not after spending so much time apart from each other. Taylor felt the subtle movement of Karlie inching her body closer to hers.

Taylor took the wine glass that Karlie was still holding, her lips meeting the rim as she downed the liquid in a single gulp. The sensation sent waves of exhilaration through her, the effect of this woman on her being utterly intoxicating. Karlie's hands ventured to Taylor's waist while Taylor's free hand gripped her thigh. Closing the gap between them, Taylor's deep red lips melded with Karlie's lighter ones. The realization came only when their noses brushed together, causing the world around them to fade into a background, leaving only the rediscovery of each other's bodies. The taller woman slightly opened her mouth and passed her tongue along the singer’s lower lip, delicately biting it and earning a moan from the other girl, who opened her mouth welcoming the model’s tongue. Taylor found herself reaching for any part of Karlie's body she could find, her delicate fingers found on the buttons of Karlie's white vest. Skillfully, she began to undo them one by one, starting at the top. In the silent space of the apartment, the only audible sounds were the muffled moans escaping their lips and the rapid rhythm of their breaths. Taylor's lips moved up to the curve of Karlie's collarbone, leaving behind a maroon hickey that marked her passage. Gradually descending, Taylor reached Karlie's breasts, trapped within the lacy confines of her white bra. The sensation of Taylor's lips on her skin elicited a moan from Karlie, a passionate symphony of pleasure.

In the middle of this intoxicating connection, Taylor's voice emerged between their shared kisses, her breath mingling with her words, "Oh my god, you're so gorgeous" Karlie responded with a playful chuckle, "Thank you. Look who's talking." Their lips met again, the collision of desire and affection igniting an incendiary passion. Taylor kissed her harder as Karlie fumbles blindly with the clasp of the bodysuit in her back, her long fingers desperately trying to find the metal loop. After a few moments of Karlie struggling, Taylor lift her head from the young brunette, reached the back of her piece of clothing and did it herself. With deliberate grace, the blonde rose from her position and allowed the sparkling bodysuit to cascade down, pooling at her feet. Karlie's gaze darkened with even more lust, if such a deepening was possible, as she took in the sight of the smaller woman standing there, in nothing but a pink thong. Taylor's fingers brushed against the matching garter, but Karlie's swift response saw their hands entwining, fingers squeezing as she softly, almost with a moan, implored, "Please keep it," all while drawing Taylor closer until no space was left between the two bodies. Karlie's hands settled on Taylor's back, securing her in a possessive embrace.

With a fervent hunger, the brunette's mouth descended to Taylor's erect nipples, her tongue swirling in a tantalizing dance. Palms that had memorized the contours of Taylor's body traced a slow, sensual path from her back to her exposed ass. As Karlie delicately took one of Taylor's nipple in her mouth, a crescendo of pleasure soared, and a resonating moan escaped Taylor's crimson lips. The model had never heard a more beautiful sound. Their minds were fuzzy, Karlie unconsciously let out a whimper, her hand slowly moved from Taylor's butt to her front, caressing her pink panties. "You're dripping baby" she stated, licking the side of the blonde's neck. She couldn’t help the groan that fell from her lips at the subtle taste of the girl's skin. Taylor ran her hands from the tall girl's legs to her belt, and slowly undid it. After a few more sloppy kisses, she removed Karlie's pants. Breaking the silence, the smaller woman straddled Karlie, her heart quickening its rhythm at the sight of her lover's face. Flush-cheeked, a smudge of red lipstick graced the corner of Karlie's mouth. Taylor's attention fixated on the mark she herself had left on Karlie's neck. Her fingers embarked on a journey, trailing down the canvas of Karlie's chiseled abs. Taylor's lips descended, tasting the supple skin of Karlie's collarbone, her kisses moving with deliberate sensuality lower, onto the bone nestled between her breasts, and further to her abdomen. The path eventually reached the fabric of the thong Karlie wore.

A surge of desire coursed through Karlie as she seized Taylor's messy blonde locks, tugging her head closer, bringing her face tantalizingly close to where she craved her touch the most. Taylor looked up, meeting the brunette's darkened eyes, as their gazes were locked into each other, the grinning blonde stuck her tongue out and gently licked Karlie through the white fabric. She could feel her taste though her soaking panties which made Taylor moan, sending shivers though the model's entire body. The brunette jerked her hips in Taylor's direction to get more friction and whimpered “Take off my panties Taylor. I want your tongue on my pussy. Now.” Seemed like the table had turned.

The woman on top of her hooked her long fingers around her ruined panties, she made them slide down in a smooth motion,Taylor's deliberate pace proved too slow for Karlie's impatience, causing the brunette to writhe and squirm beneath her. Finally, Taylor cascaded her tongue against her wet folds, switching from licking to sucking intermittently.

Karlie spead her legs wider and said between moans "Oh god watching you between my legs is so sexy" She took her time, tantalised by the taste on her tongue. Without a warning, Her index started to circle the model's entrance, Karlie allowed her to continue by a quiet "Baby please" The blonde penetraded her with only one finger at first as her tongue was still on her clit. It was already making Karlie cry out loud. She kept pumping in and out a few times until she added a second finger. When she couldn't push her fingers further in Karlie, she started curling them as she rapidly pumped them in and out.

Karlie felt so good. She shut her eyes and let the waves of ecstasy wash over her. She loved the sucking noises that came from the singer's mouth hungrily licking her cunt. And the sound of her fingers getting in and out of her own wetness. "fuck " she wimpered. Her hands gripped Taylor's blonde hair tightly, her legs started shaking, then she closed them around the girl's head. With loud moans, the model was coming, her hips rose forcefully from the mattress as she rode off her high. When Taylor took her fingers out, the girl under her was still panting. Taylor could feel the sticky liquid between her legs from watching Karlie in such a situation. The blonde lightly kissed her inner thigh and unhurriedly made her way up her body to kiss her lips. Karlie gained back her full consciousness and flipped Taylor over. Her hands roamed all over her body as they were making out. Taylor could feel her cunt being dangerously close to the model's thin thigh, making her mind spin. Karlie flipped them over placing Taylor on her thigh, Taylor knew what this meant and it dirtied her mind. She began to rub back and fourth against Karlie's thigh holding onto her shoulder for support. "Fuck." She cursed throwing her head back in ecstasy. She could already feel her body shaking. Taylor was now sitting perched on Karlie's lap still fucking herself on the soft thigh she had missed so much. Tears of pleasure started forming in the girl's eyes, the look Karlie gave her when she watched her cum turned her on even more, leading to Taylor throwing her head back and screaming Karlie's name. The blonde rested her head on the fit woman's shoulder as she caught her breath.

When she woke up the net morning, Taylor's face was adorned with a wide grin as she replayed the memories of the previous night. Rolling over onto her side as she expected to find Karlie tangled in her sheets beside her. However, a sudden rush of emptiness replaced the euphoria she had just felt. Karlie wasn't there; she had left her, reminiscent of the day she left her Taylor at the corner of that restaurant. Swiftly rising from the bed, Taylor gathered her scattered clothes and made her way to the living room, intending to finish the remnants of the wine from the prior evening and go back to bed to cry.

Passing the kitchen, she was met with the sound of off-key singing, the familiar melody of "Love Story" filling the air. Tears welled in her eyes as she found her Lover, standing there making pancakes wearing one of her cat sweater. Taylor's emotions surged forth, and she rushed into Karlie's arma, holding her tightly. The taller brunette's hand found its place on Taylor's blonde messy hair, comforting her as she continued to sob softly. Due to her emotional turmoil, Taylor's voice trembled, "I thought you had left."

Karlie calmed Taylor's fear with a reassuring Cheshire cat smile, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on her forehead. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, Taylor," she affirmed, dispelling the doubts that had taken hold.

Seated at the table, they were eating Karlie’s the delectable pancakes. Taylor picked up her phone, and Karlie did the same with hers. The girs shared a knowing smile. Their devices were soon inundated with countless notifications. Taylor's inbox was bursting with messages from Tree. The relentless stream of notifications was soon accompanied by the persistent ringing of Taylor's phone, Tree's name flashing on the screen. Taylor pressed the green button to answer, and Tree's voice erupted on the other end, "TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT, I'VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT!"

Taylor replied nonchalantly with a smirk, "Oh, same here."

"Taylor, don't use that tone with me," Tree shot back, her exasperation palpable in her voice. "Everyone saw Karlie getting into your little getaway car…. I was already expecting a ton of work due to her appearance at the show, but now... what am I supposed to do?" Tree's voice was tinged with frustration. "There are actual pictures of you two together in front of your house, and you've started following her on all of your social media."

Taylor's response remained resolute, "I suppose we should just let them talk. The rumors are true anyway." With that, the publicist sighed before ending the call.

With the phone call behind them, Taylor turned her attention to scrolling through her TikTok fyp, knowing that it was about to be full of Gaylors freaking out. Meanwhile, the two lovers embraced each other, spending the next hour cuddling as they watched wild theories about their relationship on the internet. This was a moment they had both yearned for, and it felt as enchanting as the dreams they had shared.

[krisharomanoff]

I need a little support please...

[girlkisser13]

dating taylor swift would include

• she would 100% wake you up in the middle of the night to ask you the most mundane questions. she would definitely add these in her songs too.

• if you're a fellow musician, taylor would love to collaborate on songs and other creative projects.

• if you’re not, she'd appreciate your support and loves to ask for your input on her work.

• you become the muse for most of her songs, hearing parts of your story and relationship woven into her music.

• you’re the first person she shows her finished music to.

• she’s always so anxious about it too. like she’ll ask you what you think about it after every single verse.

• running your fingers through her bangs and fixing them when they get messy>>>

• she love it when you move them out of the way to give her forehead kisses.

• while she's used to being in the spotlight, taylor values her privacy. you'd have intimate moments away from the public eye, enjoying simple, quiet nights at home.

• holidays with taylor are magical, she would go all out to make them special, including baking cookies, decorating, and creating new traditions together.

• taylor is incredibly supportive of your dreams and ambitions, always cheering you on and helping you reach your goals.

• dating taylor comes with having to deal with the paparazzi and the media, but taylor is EXTREMELY protective of you and will hold your hand the whole time to ensure that the two of you don’t get separated.

• the two of you constantly have talks about all of the media attention that you guys receive. they always consist of her apologizing profusely and crying in your arms.

• you always reassure her and tell her that it’s not her fault and that you know that she can’t control it. you constantly tell her how much you love her and that she’s more than enough for you.

• taylor is known for her emotional depth and vulnerability in her music, and you'd experience this in your relationship, having deep and meaningful conversations about life, love, and everything in between.

• girlie is SOO obsessed with you. she will watch you in your sleep and reads all of the books that you’ve read and watches all of the movies that you’ve watched.

• if you’re an actor, she likes to watch the things that you’ve been in when she misses you.

• taylor values honesty and communication, so you'd have open and candid conversations about your relationship, ensuring a strong and healthy connection.

• AWKWARD DANCE PARTIES IN THE KITCHEN>>>

• despite her busy schedule, taylor always makes sure to keep the relationship fun and spontaneous, planning surprise dates, and being open to new experiences together.

• attending her concerts would be a surreal experience, you get to watch her perform from the best seats and get a behind-the-scenes look at her shows.

• you’re constantly making sure that she’s eating and taking care of herself (especially when she’s been in the studio all day).

• you’d get to witness firsthand her deep connection with her fans, seeing how much they mean to her and maybe even participating in fan meet-and-greets and special events.

• the two of you share one huge closet.

• taylor loves her cats and has a cozy home life, so expect to spend time relaxing with her pets, enjoying quiet evenings watching movies, cooking together, or reading.

• the two of you have a photo album dedicated to the countless polaroids that you have taken of each other.

• being around taylor’s creativity and passion would be inspiring, pushing you to explore your own talents and hobbies more deeply.

• she always has her phone on her so that she can make a voice note of a lyric whenever you do something cute.

• if you’re also a celebrity, the two of you go to every event together (whenever you can). and you’re always there for her if she gets anxious and vice versa.

• she’s always writing love notes and poems for you.

• TO BE LOVED BY A WRITER>>>

• to be loved by taylor swift. <33

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

I'm gonna keep slogging through the new Contrapoints video on Twilight on the hope that it improves, because I really am a big fan generally, but I'm an hour and change in and it feels really weirdly misguided to me.

Most of it has been about what psychological needs sexual fantasies, especially "darker" sexual fantasies, fulfill for readers and how it smacks of moral panic to say that silly women can't distinguish between fake fictional danger that exists for narrative (and sexual) tension and real danger, which -- okay, is true and I agree, and it might even be reasonable to say that Twilight, a chaste story about the pure fulfillment of marrying a righteous Mormon man, served the same psychosexual needs as, like, fuck-or-die smut for its original audience of Youths, idk. But it's inconceivable to me that a grown-ass person would be as hellbent as Natalie apparently is on making the case that the Twilight series is a compelling depiction of taut, passionate, erotic yearning. Like -- it's just actually -- not. It's not any of that. It's slow and repetitive and flat-footed, and if what you like to read is taut, passionate, erotic yearning, I genuinely cannot believe that these are your go-to romantic fantasy novels. Like, she's right in theory about the drivers of sexual fantasies, but how does a grown adult say with a straight face that she loves these particular books because they are so uniquely good at fulfilling these extremely common sexual fantasies? Is your video is about erotic longing or is it about Twilight, because nothing you're saying about one subject seems to me to be relevant to the other.

And I'd put this down to a matter of taste, I guess, except that it strikes me as a little disingenuous to suggest that people who find Twilight off-putting do so exclusively because they don't like or don't get the idea of women being into erotic fantasies at all, or because they only like the most sanitized versions of romance. It grinds my gears a little bit to see decades of hard work by the sex-positive feminists, kinksters, and pervert intellectuals who came up with all this theory about desire being used to defend these aggressively sublimated, anodyne books that in no way added to the Conversation, and on many levels would not be caught dead attending the Conversation. As a weird pervert of long standing, Twilight would have to be a hell of a lot juicier for me to ride to its defense on pervert grounds.

I don't know, there's a lot of video left, but so much of it so far has seemed to be discussing some entirely alternate, theoretical erotic novel about vampires that I feel like Natalie and I just fundamentally are not going to get each other on this one. Also, she's apparently a Gaylor now? Which maybe was a joke, but it kind of didn't sound like it, and only contributes to my sneaking suspicion that Natalie's brain is finally starting to unravel under pressure.

[kalynnkourysgfreal]

ꨄ︎ introduction ꨄ︎

“can’t be a good, good girl even if i tried.”

‎♡‧₊˚ free palestine!!!

‎♡‧₊˚ masterlist

‎♡‧₊˚ I’m bisexual !!!

‎♡‧₊˚ my main blog: @propertytour

‎♡‧₊˚ fem! reader

‎♡‧₊˚ no smut i’m a minor lol

‎♡‧₊˚ gaylors pls go away!! sure I write for tay, but im not gonna comment on her irl sexuality

[folkloreintime]

beg you on my knees to stay

Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut

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

word count: 1.8k

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

A/N: happy kinktober lol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

end.

[swiftalchemy]

Gold Rush

Taylor Swift x fem!reader fluff

warnings: fluff, showering? baking?

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

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't have to tell me twice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It really was” you happily sigh.

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

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

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

She laughs and nods, reluctantly agreeing to your plan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm. Sounds good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They look amazing, Tay. Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

You reply, “They’re amazing.”

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

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

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

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

[emmaxdelicate]

INFO AND GUIDELINES

who do i write for ?

i currently write for taylor swift, but i am looking forward to add formula 1 drivers to my masterlist. i only write x fem!reader and gn!reader if requested.

requests

requests are always open: feel free to ask me everything you want!! even smut. although if i find something uncomfortable to write i'll let you know. i always answer to all of my asks, so if i don't reply to yours it's because tumblr didn't send it in.

disclaimer

rpf is a form of fiction. none of things i write about real people true or intended to hurt anybody in any way. my blog contains 18+ content and smut, read at your own risk

even more important discalimer !!!

i am NOT a gaylor. i am in absolutely no way assuming taylor's sexuality. i in fact think that's extremely disrespectful towards her as she said it makes her uncomfortable. gaylors do not send asks, comment, reblog about the matter. especially kaylors

[rafeysmenace]

Celebrities masterlist

Key: ♪ = smut ★ = angst • = fluff

Requests ALWAYS open

Taylor Swift (I'm a friend of Dorothea):

Karlie Kloss:

Jenna Ortega:

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[evermorepoetz]

snow angel

taylor swift x reader fic

*** author’s note: hi!!! this is a taylor swift x reader multi chapter fic that i’ve started writing. i will cross post it here and on wattpad (the link is above). the description and additional warnings are on the summary of the story on wattpad. thanks for reading and i would love your feedback!!!

*** TRIGGER WARNINGS: There are also going to be major trigger warnings for mental illness, SA mention (very minor descriptions), anxiety, depression, self harm, suicidal ideations, drug use/mentions, alcohol use, homophobia/homophobic slurs ****

chapter 1: god willing

You were in some random club on a random Tuesday night in a private suite lounge with Taylor.

You sipped on your mixed drink, trying to ignore the sour mood you were in.

Everyone had left and it was just you and the blonde and her stupid boy toy she had met earlier in the night.

He was some influencer and honestly you didn't even bother to learn his name.

You knew she wasn't interested in him but she was too drunk to send him on his way just yet.

You tended to end up having to scare off the boys she picked for the night and something told you that tonight would be no different.

Yes, it pissed you off to see her even pretend to be interested in the shitty guys she would pick.

But you didn't care.

It didn't matter how you felt.

She was your best friend.

She was everything.

And you'd be lying your ass off if you said you weren't in love with her.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a change in song and a loud cheer coming from the blonde.

"Y/N! Come here!" Taylor giggled from her spot on some man's lap.

She was very drunk and so was her stupid boy toy.

His hands were dangerously low around her waist and you couldn't help the white hot anger start to burn in your chest.

"I wanna dance!" Taylor whined, her words slurring slightly.

"Alright, blondie. Whatever you want." You smiled, pulling her up and away from the dude on the couch.

The heavy bass and the alcohol in your veins allowed for your body to relax as you began swaying and moving to the pulsing sound of the music.

Taylor trailed her hands up her body before allowing them to extend above her head for a few moments, lost in the intoxication.

She soon placed both of her arms on your shoulders, locking her hands behind your neck.

You had no choice but to rest your hands on her swaying hips.

You looked slightly up into her blue eyes that were looking directly into yours.

The red lights of the lounge made her eyes appear darker and the alcohol made her pupils look more dilated than usual.

Her straight hair was messy and her bangs were sticking to her forehead with the slight sweatiness of her skin.

The sinful thoughts that instantly invaded your mind were enough to make even a sex worker blush.

Without thinking you pulled her flush against your body, your hips pressed together and your chests flush as well. 

You never broke eyes contact as she moved one of her arms to wrap itself around the back of your neck and the other hand snaking up into the long hair at the nape of your neck.

She tugged slightly, forcing your face to be more pointed at her and your neck to be more exposed to her.

You watched as her eyes slowly trailed down your face.

There's not way she was looking at your lips... right?

Before you even had the chance to entertain the thought, the man came up behind Taylor, grabbing her waist right above where you were holding her to your body.

He pressed himself against her back and started talking into her ear.

"Why don't we get out of here? Maybe your hot little friend can come too?"

Annnndddd he ruined the moment.

You rolled your eyes and letting go of your best friend but not walking away to leave her with him.

"In your dreams." You grumbled, crossing your arms.

You were so annoyed.

He had just ruined everything.

Taylor looked at you for a moment before turning to face him.

"I promised to take her home."

He reached out, running his hands from her waist down to her hips and pulling her towards him.

"Can't you just get one of your security people to take her home?" He tried to convince her.

Taylor shook her head no.

"She's drunk. I want to make sure she's okay." Taylor argued.

"She seems fine to me." He shrugged, pulling on her hips again, looking down at her chest and the cleavage she had tastefully exposed.

You felt a rage spark up in you at the way he was acting like she was a piece of meat or a toy to use at his disposal.

You stomped forward from behind her and abruptly pushed him back, succeeding in getting him to let go of her.

You slid your body in front of her so he couldn't even think of touching her again.

"Take a hint, dumbass. She doesn't want to fuck you. Get lost." You seethed.

You might be shorter than the blonde behind you, but you were intimidating and scary when you wanted to be.

He looked pissed in an instant.

You were already prepared for the hateful words you were about to receive.

"And you think she wants you? Why don't you take your little lesbo crush on her and go hop in the car and head home. We both know the only person who is going to be able to satisfy her is me."

You cocked your head to the side.

"Now, I know you're crazy." You chuckled tauntingly.

"Aren't you like twelve anyways? It's past your bedtime."

Okay.

You were so over the banter.

You looked over to one of Taylor's usual body guards who was watching the interaction from the doorway.

"Hey, Lorenzo, come here!"

The man came over to your side already knowing what was going down.

"If you don't get this fuckface out of this lounge right now, I'm probably going to get arrested tonight." You told him calmly.

"Alright, let's go." Lorenzo immediately jumped into action, pointing towards the door.

The dude stared you down for another minute before looking behind you to Taylor who was actively checking out her manicured nails, clearly showing him her disinterest.

"Whatever. Fuck this. Fucking dykes." He scoffed, storming out of the private room.

God, you hated men.

You turned around to see Taylor smirking at you in amusement.

"What?" You asked, faking innocence.

"At least he was right about one thing."

"What would that be?"

"You are pretty hot." Taylor winked, heading over to the private bar and pouring out two more shots for the both of you.

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Author's note:

So... I guess let me know what you think!!! This story is going to get so much deeper and I'll let you know,  it's gonna be a bumpy ride, but for now you guys get to enjoy Taylor and Y/N's blossoming... well you'll see ;)

I loveeee comments and knowing how you guys feel about things so don't be afraid to comment!!!

Also, keep in mind the trigger warnings I listed in the summary of this story. I want everyone to stay safe and mentally protected from anything that might be harmful to your mental health.

[overactiveprefrontalcortex]

hi so thats my post and just to clarify its my opinion!! writing fanfic about a celebrity is one thing but writing smut about them is a whole different thing and just makes me feel icky to see

especially with how fan culture in general is right now

i can tell you're an unreasonable person though seeing as how you're a gaylor

so its okay!!

god this post is so funny to me https://www.tumblr.com/overactiveprefrontalcortex/763072494066352128/if-you-think-its-okay-to-hc-real-people-or-write?source=share

like it’s nothing new but people hating rpf that much is kinda hilarious

lmaoooooooo! i’ve said it once i’ll say it again: if i were famous and people weren’t writing smut about me, i would be so offended. like wdym dykes aren’t so obsessed with me that they’re writing erotic fan fiction abt me??? nightmare scenario

[chatrancohen]