I NEED demon taylor. Can you write another one please? 🙏🏼
Request: yes
Title: whatever the cost.
Pairing: Taylor Swift x Reader
Genre: smut, darkfic, hints of hurt/comfort
CW/TW: demon!taylor, sadist!taylor, descriptions of psychological horror/torment, blood kink, reader gives taylor head, brief mentions of urine, gp!taylor, protective taylor, sub!reader, mortal!reader, Celebrity!reader
Summary: when reader comes home from tour after being publicly humiliated by another singer, Taylor decides to teach the bully a lesson. When she comes back, reader shoes the depths of their gratitude.
You seriously would have thought aftet years in the showbiz you would have grown thicker skin. That the relentless criticisms would roll off your back or be amusing by now. Why would you care if some who decided to talk shit behind a computer screem on their mama's basement? You were a superstar! You had the world at your fingertips since you sold your soul, and now Taylor...
Taylor.
Of all the demons in the other realm, you made your pact with one of the most powerful and beautiful ones. What was supposed to be a simple give me your soul and I’ll make you famous deal became so much more as she began to sort of manage your career. She grew attached. And so did you.
And to be fair, you did manage to ignore most of the hate. You were a celebrity so criticism from normal folks didn’t matter much. But when it was another singer... dissing you? Your impostor syndrome kicked you to the curb.
So when you came home after a show of your most recent tour, trembling, gasping for air, talking about how you shouldn’t be famous and you were average at best, Taylor knew. She just knew you were triggered. Some prick using your name for clickbait was enough to get in your head.
You were too precious for this world. For this sick twisted industry. Always showing grace to people who didn't deserve it. Always forgiving, always complimenting people who were rude to you.
Who were they to touch her protegeé?
It was infuriating. As you flung yourself in her arms, whimpering and stammering out incoherent choked out babbles about not knowing what you did wrong, about how maybe you shouldn’t even be in the music scene? This was unnaceptable.
She ran her slender fingers along your locks, holding you flush against her protectively. This wouldn't stand.
She told you patiently to await her and then she disappeared into the shadows. A quick shadow travel and she was in the mansion of that jerk. He was lounging in fancy robes, drinking champagne... she pushed some vases onto the floor shattering them and arranged the shards vaguely to resemble his name.
The guy called out to ask if anyone was there... no one answered. He had his staff check the house but no. Nothing... he could feel eyes on him and he began to think maybe he drank too much.
She kept going from shadow to shadow making the guy check over his shoulder and stare at corners... he tried to go to the kitchen and grab a knife as he felt unsafe but it was easy for taylor to drop the knife out of his hands with a woosh, making it hit the mirror and crack it.
"What the..."
Only after making sure the guy was absolutely scared shitless, at the unexplicable things happening, and genuinely questioning his sanity did she show herself. Walking over to him, her steps soundless. She took the knife and unstuck it from the now broken mirror, running the blade against his cheek.
"You think its funny? Mocking a singer less than half your age"
The dude gulped. He didn’t dare move. He knew when he was in danger. It wouldn’t be the fiest time he got threatened.
"I.. is this about y/n..?"
"And who else would it be about?" Taylor’s tone was lowly and menacing. She almost growled the words but her lips had a gracious smirk. Her blue eyes were darkening slowly until they became fully blackened both in the iris and sclera, and the horns sprung from the top of her head curling backwards like that of a goat..
"I.. what the fuck-"
"Yeah. What the fuck indeed.." She spun the knife between her fingers, eyeing that singer, and lowering the knife from his cheek to his throat, slowly... pressing the tip of the blade against his windpipe hard enough it began to dig in and cause a burning sensation.... She could easily hurt him and he knew it... then suddenly Taylor could feel the acrid scent of urine and she looked down to see a golden pool of warm fluid underneath the guy.
"Really?" Was the word she said. She then rolled her blackened eyes and swung a hard punch at his jaw throwing him onto the floor. She was 5'11. Taller than him. So when his face hit the cold marble it was easy to get on top of him and plummet her fists into his face hard, making her hands and arm get covered in blood.
He yelped and groaned, crying for mercy. Which he did eventually get. But not before she opened a cut on his cheek. A warning.
"Next time you mess with Y/N. There won’t be a next time."
He nodded, crying on the floor in fetal position. She took the knife and then returned to her home... back to you. Still covered in blood, she approached you..
"It’s been dealt with, my sweet.."
Taylor whispered. She hardly ever showed her demonic form to you. Surprised you traced your fingers along the horns, making her shudder...
"You.. are bleeding?" You asked referring to the blood on her hands.
"No baby. It’s not mine. That guy won’t bother you..."
Your eyes widened and you gently lifted one of her hands up, guiding it to your face... you weren’t sure why but there was somehing so visceral about knowing she beat up a man for hurting you.. it set something ablaze inside you.
Instinctively your tongue darted out and you began to lap away at the bloodied fingers of your demonic lover. The tangy iron-fueled humor hit your tongue and Taylor gasped. Her other blood covered hand grabbed at your neck, smearing the scarlet liquid over your skin and elliciting a moan out of you.
"Baby..."
"...can i take care of you?" You asked, ever so softly. Your tone calm, soothing.
She knew it, she was too weak to you... she could never say no; not in a million years, not when you ask like this...
"Baby." She whispered, her tone feminine and needy as she consented.
You dropped to your knees, taking her pants of to unveil a throbbing cock. It was quite proportional with the rest of her. She was a tall woman after all.
You leaned forward planting a kiss on the tip of the erection, and taylor's eyes softened. Even if they were still pitch black, you could see how they seemed to grow gentler... she didn’t understand how you could be so loving towards a creature of darkness like herself.
Your lips parted taking in the stiffness of her length and then they closed around it. Your tongue covered your teeth preventing you from hurting her. You knew just how to please her. Your hands cupped the balls massaging them tenderly and vey carefully along with her perineum.
Taylor moaned, jerking her hips and throwing her head back... god. You were too good... your mouth felt warm and so wet. But her moans grew the loudest when you let your jaw drop and opened your throat wide, guiding her into a deep throat. She grabbed at your hair and began to hump your face, whining and calling your name in desperate pleas.
Your hands gripped at her hips and thigh for balance as your mouth got fucked. You just wanted to please her, whatever the cost. She just wanted to keep you safe and happy whatever the cost. It worked...
Eventually you pulled your head back and stroked her hardened length while sucking at the glans. Wasn’t long until you saw Taylor's face shifting to a more humane appearance as she trembled, tugging at your hair, her beautiful, womanly voice escaping her as she reached the heights of her orgasm, flooding your mouth with hot thick spurts of creamy sperm in large sums. How long had she been holding all that in?
You gasped and coughed a little as some of it hit your throat but you quickly swallowed and then opened your mouth wide to show her you did it.
Taylor leaned down and smiled.
"I love you.. y/n... i don’t think i am just your demon anymore..."
"I hope you aren’t... i.. want more from us"
You were taken aback when she held your chin and kissed you, clawed fingers caressing your cheek being extra careful to not draw a mere drop of your blood.
She would never hurt you.
"I am yours, Y/N... whatever that means for us. I am yours."
She then took you both to shower and proceeded to cuddle you into the night reassuring you of your talent and worth... you just knew it. You found your one true love. In the oddest way.