Taylor Swift Imagines | gxg only!

vamplor *

in honor of halloween here's vamplor smut.

i meant to finish this in time but got sidetracked. not proofread but hope you enjoy ! <3 (this is almost 4k words wow)

Ah, shit. You look down, a rivulet of red juice flowing down the front of your white tattered dress. Whatever, you need to get this bowl down on the counter. Where IS the counter actually? Gosh there's too many people around, it's a maze navigating through the blurred mass of overly sophisticated Star Wars characters, various niche cartoons, and the last minute DIY costumes, identifiable by old sheets and spare plastic, clearly put together using a cheap glue gun. And somewhere in that crowd was your girlfriend, most definitely lighting up whatever room she's in, and presumably looking hot as ever while brewing up spooky tales in that pretty little head of hers—that pretty little head with more purpose than anyone else you knew, not just a decoration to top off the rest of her incredible figure. She's got a real talent for storytelling, it's honestly just nothing but amazing.

Lost in your momentary daydream, you almost bump into a poorly dressed mummy. Lock in! You can't afford to stain yourself more; this stupid fairy costume already took more time to put together than it should've. Plus, Taylor's efforts would go down the drain, an hour wasted watching sewing tutorials. The woman stabbed her fingers for you! Not like you didn't tell her to be careful though. Finally you worm your way into the kitchen and set down the alcoholic punch on the wide, isolated island. Guests instantly swarm around with their empty plastic cups, scooping up their second, third, and hundredth refills. You scoff, amused at the bunch of drunks you're acquainted with. Well anyways, now that that's done, you should probably go find Taylor. Or maybe run to the bathroom and try to wash out some of the color. It might be too late for that though, so you take a breath and dive back into the sea of people to find her.

Luckily, you didn't need to search for too long. As soon as you entered the dim hallway that led into the second lounge area, which was lit only by pumpkin-scented candles in pumpkin candle holders next to actual carved pumpkins, two icy-cold hands came from behind and slowly slid around your waist. Those hands could only belong to one person, the only one allowed to touch you like that. In all of the many places you could have possibly met in, of course you ran into her in the currently least populated one, all the way near the back end of your house.

It's odd, since it's usually a popular spot during your parties, where most folks like to hang around and get high off of who knows what. It's too empty, almost too exact to be a coincidence. The image of her clearing the room by using her intimidating aura to make them leave is an amusing thought.

Curled ends of blonde hair hang above you, tickling your forehead as she bends down slightly in order to rest her chin on the top of your head. Her hands hold you more firmly, and pull you in towards her. You can feel her chest pressing against your back, the patches of skin from the area uncovered by her cloak and your backless lace top coming in direct contact with each other. It sends shivers down your spine, the feeling of her cold against you. Taylor says nothing for a solid few seconds while she lifts one hand to move your hair aside. Her sharp nails gently graze your neck, as she her positions her mouth right by your ear. Her perfume is overbearing, and it's like your senses of smell and touch are fighting against each other to be the only thing you experience in this moment.

In a deep voice, she mumbles, "Hi baby..."

"Hey, T. You okay?" You giggle, her breath tickling that whole side of your neck.

Taylor seems oddly clingy, holding you tighter and nods slightly, "Uh huh." She then whines, "Where were you? I was looking allllllll over the place."

"Sorry babe, I was refilling the drinks! I looked for you too, but you weren't in the living room anymore."