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today im thinking abt that one tweet that was like evermore taylor would give it to you so good u would start apologising for stuff you didnt even do and just. yeah

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PRIS OH MY GOODNESS I'm so glad you're back

Honestly when I first saw Vamplor trending on TikTok, I thought you would love it lmao 😭

heyyy baby im back lets goooo. yeah I was there when it started blowing up on twitter initially and the urges to write vamplor compelled me what can I say lol

- pris

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part 2 of vamplor fic is up! im literally feeding u guys so hard who knows how long it will last 😋

always appreciate ur love n support and would love to talk to u guys more so inbox or msg me!

- pris

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The House of Vamplor. - Taylor Swift x Reader Smut [PART 2]

Vampire!Taylor Swift x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, blood, vampire feeding, biting, fingering, oral, fem!reader

summary: Vamplor asks you to trust her.

word count: 1.3k

A/N: not me and taylor both feeding you damn thats crazy fr anyways. is this becoming a series…? 👀 hope you enjoy - pris

[part 1]

It had been a few months since you had abandoned your old life of office work, tiny apartments and lackluster experiences to take solace in a gothic, vintage house with furniture older than you could comprehend, walls taller than you could touch, adorned with paintings valued higher than your entire salary and a womanly creature with scathingly sharp teeth and a wicked red smirk that could make you fear for your life or give it up in an instance.

The arrangement was odd for sure, not many people would give up their entire lives for a woman who could probably find another with a snap of her fingers across every country, at any time but it felt so deeply right for you. Every moment was entangled with the most passionate resolve, it was sensual and amorous but also kind and gentle, the level of trust you had in each other had grown immensely over the last few months.

You were cleaning the bedroom, as the old house tended to get very dusty, when you heard a key in the door. You absentmindedly picked up a broken clock, the hands had stopped working, when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You jumped, “Sorry, Sweetness. Didn’t mean to startle you there.” Taylor whispered in your ear.

You clasped a hand over hers and craned your neck towards her. “It’s okay. I was just getting some cleaning done.” She nuzzled into your neck and began to move her hand up and down your stomach. “You know you don’t have to do that.” She said earnestly, her lips laid a soft kiss upon your neck. “I just want to be helpful,” you turned around to face her fully, placing your arms around her neck, “It’s just– you do so much for me and I feel like I’m mooching.” You looked down with a little shame. It’s not like you had an unequal partnership but Taylor was just so giving and genuine with you, it was hard not to feel a little out of place.

She traced a finger along your jaw, slightly lifting your head to meet her eyes, “You could never.” She leant in and took your lips in a kiss. You sighed blissfully as you let her have control, content to just sit back in ecstasy. Her movements became more unfiltered, her hands came up to the sides of your head and it was like she was trying to pull you impossibly closer. Her roughness took over as she ran her fangs over your bottom lip. You gasped and let her in, her tongue moved around yours in a symphony, pulling and sucking with delight.

Taylor began to guide you backwards, gently pushing you down onto the bed. It felt so nice when she was on top of you, taking control, the satisfaction of not having to think was thrilling, simply being in the moment and having her secure body pressed deeply into yours was pleasureful in itself. She moved down and etched kisses into your skin, peppering your neck with small bites. She dragged her hand down your waist and held your hand tightly, “There’s something I’d like to try.” She whispered, looking into your eyes intensely.

“I’ll let you do anything to me.” You breathed out and waited for her to respond. She half-kissed you again, essentially pressing your lips together. “I want to feed on you.” Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t decipher if it was from fear or curiousity. It wasn’t like you were blind to Taylor’s lifestyle, you just decided some things between you were better left unsaid. You never had to wonder about where she would sneak off to in the middle of the night or how she would have bloodshot eyes and a sickly demeanor after spending days inside with you. You never asked and she never offered an answer. The dynamic worked because you trusted each other so how could you not trust her now?

You bit your lip, and drew yourself so close to her your skin was almost touching, “I trust you with my life.” Immediately, she tore off your shirt, ripping the threads, leaving you bare, her machinations continued as she sucked and clawed at your skin. Your breathing intensified as she brought her hand down to your clothed cunt. She rubbed you achingly slow through your panties, nibbling at the skin on your neck. You moaned and threw your head back, “That’s right, Sweetness. Bare it all out for me.” She wrapped a hand around your neck and squeezed, choking you out with substansial pressure.

“I’m ready.” You winced, your breathing was tense now. Yes, you trusted her implicitly but you had never seen her feed, it was new territory for you both. She lightly traced the skin of your neck with her tongue as she pulled you to sit upright. You closed your eyes and she began to bite down. All you could feel was her large fangs impaling your skin. The searing pain made tears flow out of your eyes as you clenched your teeth together. Finally, she sank her teeth into the veins in your neck and started to suck.

The feeling of the blood being leached from you was strange, it was painful and made you feel a little queasy, but it was also electric. You had never felt so close to someone in your life, she was moaning and the vibrations against your skin sent shocks of pleasure straight down to your pussy. It was pure carnal desire the way Taylor gnawed and drooled on your skin as if her sharp incisors could stab you any deeper. Somehow, in her frenzied haze, she snaked her hand down towards your thighs and roughly pushed them apart.

She slid your panties over to one side, her gracefulness had gone out the window and all that remained was erotic compensation. She slid a finger inside of you and thrusted in and out. You moaned and she moved her head, changing the angle of her teeth making another bite in your neck. You gasped as she rapidly plunged another finger into you. Your moans synchronised in perfect harmony, the pleasure you both derived from each other fuelling you on.

You felt the climax of your peak approaching, your moans turning into high pitched whines and Taylor’s now sounded like guttural groans pulled deep from inside. You felt weak as the droplets of blood left your body and your orgasm took over. The world faded for a second and all that remained was white hot pleasure and mixed with the delicious pain. You squeezed your eyes and gently shoved Taylor off of you. She complied immediately and pulled away, taking her fingers out of you.

She looked just as wrecked and blissed out as you, her blonde hair was frazzled, her lipstick smeared across her face and your neck and there was spit and blood mingled across her face. She placed a hand on the back of your head and kissed you. You felt warm all over and when you brought a hand to your neck, trickles of blood covered your fingers. Taylor grabbed your stained hand and sucked fervently on them, trying to secure every last drop.

You slid down onto the floor wanting to repay the favour. You gulped trying to keep upright, she had taken a lot but not enough to kill you. You pulled her panties down and licked a stripe down her pussy. She groaned, and pushed you closer. You inhaled her intoxicating scent, licking and sucking deeper and faster. It didn’t take her long to reach her crux as she was already fired up. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together, trapping you between her legs.

You roughly lapped at her clit and she threw her head back and her body contracted in pleasure. You were starting to gain strength little by little but you still felt weak. You rested your head on her thigh, now smeared with your own blood and her wetness and closed your eyes. When she came down, she ran her fingers through your hair and muttered, “Thank you. You did so well.”. You smiled and could hear her softly chuckling too.

“All mine.”

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IVE MISSED YOU AND YOUR BLOG SM!! js know im boutta eat up this vamplor fic

thank you baby more to come! ;)

- pris

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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]

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rip folkloreintime you wouldve loved "guilty as sin"

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HOLY FUCK NEW TAYLOR ALBUM???? THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. I NEED TO KISS A WOMAN QUICK

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SAME IM SETTING AN ALARM AND EVERYTHING WHO KNOWS IF I CAN EVEN SLEEP IM SO EXCITED

WHOS EXCITED FOR 1989 TV ???

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WHOS EXCITED FOR 1989 TV ???

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thank u for 700 wtf omg

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thank u omg I went with my cousin and it took my whole willpower not to visibly shake skjsksk

I just watched the eras tour movie and it took all my power not to cum during the vigilante shit performance. my god Taylor Swift the woman u are…

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I just watched the eras tour movie and it took all my power not to cum during the vigilante shit performance. my god Taylor Swift the woman u are…

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i love ur writing! i’d love to read a taylor smut with dovefucking or scissoring<3

I just know Taylor would love scissoring like with her height just towering over you, hands gripping your hips so tightly. and best believe that she would keep eye contact the whole way. I think that she would top and lean over you so she could look into your eyes. her thigh flexing whenever she moved giving you the most perfect pressure.

I think shes the type to talk you through your orgasm saying stuff like “doing so well for, darling” and “yeah, baby. keep grinding on me” and never stop no matter how hard her breathing gets or how her thighs ache. maybe she would even run a hand up to your neck, slowly trailing her hand past you tits and then finding a grip around your throat.

when you cum she doesn’t stop moving just keeps pushing and pushing, feeling your hot skin all over hers and the slick that covers both of you.

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i just know anti hero!Taylor would talk you through it… dont ask me how I know

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send smutty taylor headcanons pls