anthropophagy | t.s.
idle-worship
Vamplor x fem!reader
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"You- you're sick, this is-" you choke back a gag again, looking away from the sight to gain some form of composure.
"You think I'm sick, baby?" She grins widely, teeth stained with crimson. Her left hand comes up to wipe the blood from her chin on her sleeve, but she just ends up smearing it around her mouth more.
Your eyes dart back to her and the body laying at her feet, lifeless and practically torn to shreds at the neck. "This has to be some sort of sick joke, right? This-you-isn't real," you stutter, voice shaking and almost incoherent. Maybe this was all just a bad dream, something you'll wake up from eventually. But when her hand suddenly grabs your jaw-her touch almost unsettlingly gentle-the reality of what's happening crashes down on you.
"I am very real, darling."
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You never expected to be opening for Taylor Swift just four years into your career.
Yet here you were; on stage almost every night, with thousands of people watching you perform songs that you never thought would see the light of day. Even after traveling with Taylor since Miami and now Indy, it still felt surreal. If you had told yourself five years ago, when you were fangirling over Lover, that Taylor Swift would actually ask you to join her on tour, you probably would have passed out.
But what felt even more surreal was waking up in her bed with a limited memory of what happened the night prior.
So you might've slept with the world's biggest popstar. What's the worst that could come from that?
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Not meant to be a slow burn
Content warnings!
G!p Taylor
Age gap
Smut
Descriptions of gore/violence
Cannibalism
Disclaimer: I am not assuming Taylor's sexuality, this is complete fiction.