#vampire!george

[altaneenarts]

Chapter 3 snippet 🩸 for @wolflyndraws and I’s collab :)

Also, I realized that I never clarified lol but the au is still in the works. Me and wolfy decided we’d like to wait until the fic is finished before we start posting it. As for the estimated length, I’d put it at 50k+ words rn. Even tho it’ll take longer to write, you guys will get a much more thorough story and juicier scenes hehe. Good things come to those who wait.

If anyone has any questions about the au, feel free to ask us :D we love to chat about it! 💙

[roniisghost]

Because it's spoopy month

[dnfao3tags]

Any vampire!george and werewolf!dream fics?

hope you had a spooky halloween!

— Flowing Blood by blazeborn (expl. | comp. | 7k)

Vampire!George has to tutor Werewolf!Dream as per teacher's request, however studying is not at all what they end up doing when they're left alone in Dream's room....

— if we left it at silver, i think i'd die (for more than one reason) by good_vibes_mostly (teen | comp. | 3k)

Despite being a vampire, for George, living in the house of his werewolf best friend couldn't be better. Well, except for maybe one thing.

— Everythings Growing In Our Garden by realfriends (expl. | comp. | 8k)

Dream and George have been together for years, and the desire to be together forever doesn't get easier.

— Something Set Free by ivegivenuponyou (expl. | comp. | 7k)

There’s a distinct smell to Dream’s blood, something rich and thick. Wolf blood.

[colmiillo]

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing

[lazylittledragon]

reintroducing the vamp fam bc it's been a LONG time since i last drew them

[hairmetal666]

Eddie survived the Upside Down. The bats. Vecna. And after the hospital, the town recovery, the shady government agencies clearing his name, after all of that, he has the best year and a half of his life. A lot of it is due to Steve and Robin. Well. The whole group of them, really, but Harrington and Buckley specifically.

Except that, you know, he survived extra-dimensional horrors and now he's going to die anyway, brought down in his prime by his devastating crush on Steve Harrington.

It's a stupid way to meet his end. Even worse than going at the hands of a demented telepathic wizard named after a DnD monster. Though...it's not like he didn't see the crush coming a mile away. Eddie may not have any practical experience in matters of the heart, but he knows he likes a pretty boy and Steve is the prettiest of them all.

There is no dimension where his feelings are requited, so he flirts and he pines, and knows it means nothing when Steve matches him quip for quip, touch for touch. He keeps getting himself in these situations where he thinks--maybe--but Steve is straight, constantly goes out with pretty, bubbly girls.

The pining may kill him, but he's determined to leave this world with a little bit of grace.

Until Steve's Halloween party.

It's a whole thing. All the kids, the rest of their own group of young adults, plus the Hellfire Boys, and the actual adults. It's a weird mix, but Eddie figures that, well. It's a family thing.

Halloween is his favorite holiday, one he plans for all year, but this year he decides to take it easy, electing to do a take on the vampire gang from The Lost Boys. The party is in full swing when they walk in, Wayne quickly spotting Hopper and making his way to the kitchen, but Eddie doesn't see Steve in the chaos of kids and Jonathan and Argyle's dual Frankensteins.

He grabs a beer from Robin who keeps giving him this look all knowing and sparkling and he doesn't understand it, not until he hears delighted laughter and shouts in the main room.

Buckley squeezes past him, and he takes the moment alone to close his eyes, brace for whatever fresh, unwitting, torture Steve has in store for him tonight.

He steps into the living room and time freezes.

Steve's in the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen, thick, muscular, bitable thighs on full display. He's wearing a pink sweatshirt, neon fingerless gloves that very distantly Eddie recognizes as belonging to El, and gold hoop earrings in both ears.

Eddie has to sit down.

Wham! Isn't his kind of music, and he finds George Michael grating because of it, but--he's seen men dressed like that in magazines he steals from bookstores in Indianapolis, had wondered if George Michael was gay too. And now here Steve is, looking like a fantasy ripped direct from Eddie's brain.

Before he can make an escape, someone turns on the Monster Mash. The two Frankenstein's lurch into the room and start dancing. The rest of them are quick to follow, even Wayne and Hopper, after some light cajoling from Joyce, Max, and El.

It's silly fun, the perfect way for Eddie to forget about Steve and the way his ass looked in those shorts. They dance and goof around, and Thriller comes on, so they all try to do the dance, him and Nancy laughing until their stomachs hurt with their stiff-limbed moves.

The song switches to Material Girl, making El and Max screech, and the next thing he knows, Steve is in front of him, shimmying along. It's the closest they've been all night and now Eddie can see the faint eyeliner smudged along Steve's lash line. Something low and hot tightens in his core.

Steve grabs his shoulders, pulls Eddie closer. "C'mon, Munson, even you have to dance to Madonna!"

He laughs through his breathlessness, can't believe he and Steve are dancing together, not with Steve looking like that, somehow innocent, sexy, and ripe all at once.

Their eyes meet and Steve smiles all slow and dangerous, knotting up Eddie's stomach with a wild kind of anticipation. He doesn't have time to stop himself feeling it, can only give himself over to the shrinking distance between their bodies, the way Steve is warm and muscular against him.

Eddie's not hearing the music anymore, unaware of all their friends dancing close by. He's hypnotized by the dark heat in Steve's hazel eyes, lets himself clutch at Steve's hip, drag their bodies together. He feels Steve's breath escape in a quick burst, and it's a crash of cold water.

He disentangles himself, rushes out the patio doors. The night air is bracing as it chills his heated skin, his burning lungs. He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it with a shaking hand.

That was too much. He let himself feel too much; want too much. Got swept away by Steve in makeup and earrings and tiny shorts. On the street, he hears children laughing, music thumping from a passing car, tries to get lost in that instead of his embarrassment. It makes him miss the slide of the patio door opening again. Doesn't realize he's not alone until he hears Steve say, "Eddie? You okay?"

He nods, but doesn't turn. "Just needed some air." He lifts the smoldering embers of his cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out.

Steve stands close enough that their shoulders bump. Eddie forces himself not to flinch away. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze." It's not all a deflection.

"I'm fine," Steve says. "Sweatshirt." He wiggles the sleeve in Eddie's face.

"Yeah, but your legs, man. C'mon." He pulls his jacket off his shoulders. "At least cover them up a little."

Steve gives him an annoyed smile, but takes the jacket, trying to settle the leather around his legs. It's kind of a losing battle, but it makes them both laugh.

"I'm sorry," Steve says. "For back there. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Pushed?" Eddie feels like he missed a couple of stairs on his way down. "You didn't--"

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I did, Eddie. And Robin said," he sighs. "Robin said to just talk to you but I'm shit with words, so."

"So?" He faces Steve now, completely perplexed about where this is going. "I'm the one who pushed too far."

"Of course you didn't." Steve laughs a little. "I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to be close to you."

Eddie takes a step back, nervous smile on his face. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"What? No! Why would it be? I'm trying to say that I like you, man."

"Wha--But you're--"

"Don't--don't say popular or a jock or any of that. I'm--you know who I am, Eddie, better than most people."

"I was going to say straight."

Steve stills, blinking. "I told you I was bisexual."

"You did not!" Eddie yelps.

"I did! After went to see The Lost Boys!" He grabs Eddie's leather jacket. "I said I thought Kiefer Sutherland was sexy!"

"I thought you were being hyperbolic!"

"I wore this for you!" Steve wiggles his naked calf in Eddie's face.

"I don't like even like Wham!"

"You stared at a picture of George Michael in this outfit in one of El's Teen Beats for fifteen minutes!"

"I did NOT!" Except now that Steve's said it, Eddie has a pretty good memory of doing that very thing. "Wait. You were trying to seduce me by dressing as George Michael?"

"Like you weren't doing the same with the whole hot vampire biker thing?"

"I didn't expect it to work!"

He doesn't--will never--know who closes the distance first, but they crash together in a clash of mouths and teeth and noses. Steve's hands fist into Eddie's t-shirt, Eddie yanking at Steve's belt loops, until nothing separates them.

The kiss breaks as Steve mouths along his jaw, down his neck, and Eddie's fucking helpless at the turn of events. Never in his wildest fantasies--

"Stay tonight?" Steve asks, voice muffled against Eddie's skin.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? I'm going to tear these shorts off with my teeth."

[cronennerd]

John Amplas in Martin (1977). dir. George A. Romero

[acrosstheeuniv3rse]

geo is so cute

[stark-lord]

Repression Remix: Vol. 1

[bladesofkyber]

30 DAYS OF NIGHT (2007) dir. David Slade

[altaneenarts]

🩸 Hamartophobia (vampire/priest AU) snippet

Another preview of me and @wolflyndraws collab :))

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George sees his fear, a light sparking in his retinas at the recognition. “You promised me blood, priest,” the creature states with hungry eyes. Dream swallows, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. Indeed he had, and every nerve in his body is telling him it was a mistake.

“I did,” Dream responds tightly. The vampire skulks closer and Dream instinctively pulls back. George stops, eyes roving again.

George blinks calmly, watching the sweat drip from his neck. “I swear on my life that you will live.”

Dream clutches his book closer to his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He sounds small.

George huffs, “Then why did you agree to this? You think I haven’t also risked my life coming here—more so than you, actually.”

“I…” His heart is thudding in his chest.

The vampire raises his hand, slowly, like a stranger to a stray. “The bite on your neck. It’s healed well.” Dream automatically covers the scarring skin protectively. “I will be clean. I will be gentle this time.” His voice grows quiet, placid, and it’s so different from what Dream knew. “Give me your arm,” he says softly, palm raised. The curve of his nails and fingers look angelic in the moon’s glow, a lovely distraction from the death they could bring. “Put the book down, Dream. It will be alright.” Dream watches red among the white marble of stone and somehow believes him. It felt so wrong to be soothed by such a vile tongue.

But vampires were born to be charming. They were born to lie. This was a ruse and it was the risk Dream was willing to take.

“Okay,” he forces out. The priest lays the book on the floor and quietly rolls up the sleeve of his left arm. George holds his palm up further, not reaching but waiting. Dream takes a deep breath, fingers trembling, and rests his arm in the vampire’s hold.

George visibly deflates, shoulders relaxing as he carefully moves further forward, his other hand sliding to rest atop Dream’s forearm. Dream shivers at the cold touch.

“Relax, father.” The creature’s breath skims his skin. “You’re too good to waste.” Dream holds his breath. George lowers down to his arm, gripping firmly with both hands. “This may sting.” His mouth opens, pink lips framing white teeth and sinks down.

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[muffinpoop1]

✨DOODLES✨

[amirasainz]

I love the vampire one soooo much, can you do something similar where the f1 drivers are all vampires and are obsessed with poor reader and made her dependent on them ?

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Blood runs thicker than Water

The dimly lit room hummed with tension, the air thick with the scent of iron, sweat, and the lingering effects of an intense race. The drivers sat around a long oak table, their eyes all fixed on Yn. She was seated at the center, her presence an ethereal calm amid their predatory gazes.

Yn wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but these men—her drivers—had her utterly captivated. Each of them had found a way into her life, gently manipulating her into their world until she no longer had the will or even desire to escape. There was something exhilarating, something blissfully overwhelming, about their hunger for her. She felt warmth settle in her chest as she sat there, knowing what was about to happen and feeling nothing but happiness.

Carlos was the first to rise from his seat. His eyes gleamed in the soft light, his dark gaze locked onto her with a mix of affection and need. Charles followed closely behind, his movements graceful, yet filled with a barely contained hunger.

Carlos reached her first, standing in front of her, cupping her cheek with a hand that was surprisingly gentle. "Mi amor," he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet. "You know what we need, don't you?"

Yn nodded, her pulse quickening—not from fear, but from the anticipation that sent shivers down her spine. She tilted her head slightly, exposing her neck for them.

Charles appeared behind her, his breath ghosting over her other ear. His cool fingers gently trailed down her neck, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. “Tu es très belle, Yn,” Charles whispered, his voice laced with an almost tender reverence. "You always make it so easy."

Carlos bent down first, pressing a soft kiss to her throat before his fangs pierced her skin. The sharp sting of pain quickly dissolved into a dull, warm sensation as the euphoric fog washed over her. She felt her blood being pulled from her veins, her head growing light, but there was no fear. Only bliss.

Charles leaned in next, his hand gripping her shoulder as he followed Carlos’s lead, sinking his fangs into the other side of her neck. His bite was more intense, more desperate. Yn let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as the room seemed to spin around her. The world outside them didn’t matter—it never did when they were like this.

Carlos, ever the one in control, could sense Charles’s hunger growing too quickly. He reached up, threading his fingers through Charles’s tousled hair and gave it a soft tug. Charles groaned, his teeth retracting as he reluctantly pulled away, licking the last traces of her blood from his lips.

“Basta,” Carlos murmured, his voice low but firm. "Don’t take too much."

Charles huffed in frustration, but he obeyed. He always did when it came to Carlos. He moved to sit again, his eyes still dark with want but restrained. Carlos kissed Yn’s forehead softly before stepping aside.

Next came Max, his blue eyes almost glowing in the dim light. There was always something primal about the way Max approached her. He crouched in front of her, placing a hand behind her neck, guiding her forward just slightly as he leaned in to drink. His bite was harder, less restrained, but still careful enough to not hurt her. Yn gasped softly, her fingers curling into the armrests of her chair.

Max’s free hand came up to stroke her hair, surprisingly gentle for someone who always seemed so rough. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough, like gravel. He didn’t linger long, but each pull of her blood felt like fire coursing through her veins. When Max finally pulled back, his tongue flicking out to catch the stray droplets, he gave her a smirk. "Perfect, as always."

Yn's vision was swimming now, her body heavy, but she never felt safer. Never more cherished.

Lewis was next, his approach slow and deliberate. His dark brown eyes were filled with a deep affection, one that went beyond just hunger. He crouched beside her, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re doing so well, love,” he murmured, his voice a soft hum that sent warmth through her chest.

When he leaned in to bite, it was the most tender of all. His lips brushed over her skin, almost like a lover’s kiss, before his fangs broke the surface. The sensation was almost comforting, like falling into a deep, warm sleep. Lewis drank slowly, lovingly, as if savoring every drop. His thumb gently stroked her jaw, and when he finally pulled away, he kissed the wound tenderly, as if to soothe it.

“You’re safe with us,” Lewis whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

George and Alex approached together next. They always liked to take their time, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the others. George took her right side, his long fingers brushing over the still-fresh bite marks. He smiled down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “You’re a miracle, you know that?”

Alex settled beside George, his hand resting on Yn’s thigh as he leaned in. “We’ll be gentle,” he promised, though his voice carried an edge of excitement.

They both bit into her neck simultaneously, their movements synchronized like they were on the track together. It wasn’t as intense as the others, but there was something soothing about their presence, like they were taking care of her even as they fed.

Yn’s breath came in slow, shallow gasps. Her head felt light, like she was floating, her heart beating in a soft, steady rhythm as they drank their fill.

Oscar was the only one who preferred her wrists. He knelt at her feet, lifting her hand to his lips. His gaze flicked up to hers, checking for any sign of discomfort, though he never found it. Y/n smiled softly, giving him the silent permission he always seemed to seek.

Oscar bit into her wrist, his lips wrapped around the small wound as he drank. His movements were slow, methodical, almost as if he was savoring the moment. He never took much, always careful, always precise. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to her wrist, his fingers lingering for a moment before he stepped back.

Finally, it was Lando’s turn. He had been watching eagerly the entire time, his eyes dark with desire. He was always the most eager, the one who sometimes struggled to control himself. But the others trusted him with her, and Yn trusted him too.

Lando rushed forward, kneeling beside her. His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her chin, his breath coming out in quick bursts. “I—I can’t wait any longer,” he admitted, his voice a little shaky.

His bite was deep, too deep. Yn gasped, but not out of pain. Lando’s feeding was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel herself fading into the background of her own mind as he drank greedily from her neck. It was only when Carlos and Lewis stepped forward that Lando stopped. Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder while Lewis gently pried him away.

"Lando, slow down," Lewis instructed softly, but with a firm edge.

Lando blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to Yn’s cheek, a sheepish grin spreading on his lips. “Sorry,” he muttered, still licking his lips. "Got carried away."

Finally, Lewis knelt beside her once more, biting into his wrist and pressing the wound to her lips. “Drink, love", he said softly. "You need to heal."

Yn obediently drank, feeling the warmth of his blood rushing through her, the dizziness fading and ger strength slowly returning. Lewis held her close as she did, whispering soft reassurances into her ear.

When it was over, she leaned back into the chair, exhausted but utterly content. The drivers gathered around her, each one of them watching her with eyes filled with love, hunger and something more.

"You're perfect" Charles whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"Always perfect" Carlos agreed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, before returning his arm around Charles again.

And Yn, lost on the haze of their affection and need, couldn't help but smile. In their arms, she was home.

[bunnys-kisses]

hi, can i please order a profiteroles and a peanut butter bar with a side of a bloody mary for george russell? 🧛

bakery menu!!!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to hear from you, i love the orders i've gotten thank you to everyone who has submitted something!! i am very interested to do a vampire au, esp with the spooky season upon us!! <3

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go." + peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.” + bloody mary: vampire au

cw: smut/pwp, vampire!george, gentle sex, human!reader, reference to blood & wounds, missionary position, praise

"what's that on your neck?" a friend asked while you were out to lunch. you made a face, knowing immediately what they were referring to. even with the make-up you applied, it still wasn't enough to cover the puncture holes and the bruising.

you simply covered your neck with a laugh, "oh c'mon, never seen a hickey before. and i thought you were the more experienced one." you tried to joke your way through an explanation.

your friend looked to your other friend on her right and raised her eyebrows. both women looked at each other for a moment before the first friend turned back to you, "alright then. next time i think you need a different shade."

you felt your cheeks grow hot, "thank you." you were going to kill your vampire boyfriend.

the first thing you noticed about george was those red eyes. you had never seen someone with red eyes. they pulled you in and rather than george being a master seducer, he was rather comfortable with making you laugh all evening until your face hurt from all the smiling.

you two quickly fell in love and the notion of him being a vampire didn't scare you off in any way. you thought it was cute when you saw his little fangs, you did feel bad that he had a habit of getting horribly sunburn.

"maybe it's because you're british." you said as you applied aloe vera on his shoulders after one afternoon at the beach. he held back a chuckle, you were a funny one.

he still loved to bite you, to taste the sweet crimson blood that coursed through your veins. he loved watching heat bloom in your face, he could feel the warmth even if he couldn't see the blush.

“scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.” he said one evening, the city was alive outside your apartment as your boyfriend's hand was up your skirt. he rested it on your thigh. like with entering a home that wasn't his, he needed to be allowed to touch closer to your heated core.

"is that because you make a mess of my neck?" you asked as you pinched him in the cheeks for a moment, "you want me to bite you in return?"

"it's only fair, isn't it?" he asked as his hand snaked a little further.

"how about you take me on a vacation. i've never been to rainy england, i'd love to see where you grew up."

"where i grew up is buried under new buildings or torn down. you know i've been alive for a long time." he kissed you on the cheek, "but you should come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go. even england, but it'll look very different from when i was alive."

this man was supposed to be a monster, a creature of the night who ate up poor virgins. but he was gentle, kind. a compassionate lover. the years of being a vampire have made him kinder than most. he had seen beauty, but none quite like you.

so when you leaned in closer to kiss him on the cheek and said, "you can touch me, george." he was able to visibly relax a little. his large hand groped you behind while you were pulled to him and kissing him deeply.

your hands on the front of his shirt as the two of you kissed. you squirmed a little bit but he kept you close to him. his perfect girlfriend, most vampires were often possessive of human lovers. but, george loved you passionately. not with a level of possession. you weren't an item, you were his lover.

eventually you two ended up in the bedroom and george was more than happy to help you out of your clothes. even the little gold chain he gifted you. and you returned the favour, your delicate hands got the buttons of his shirt undone and his belt off. once he was naked along side you, he got you into bed. his hands took a hold of your face as he made you with you deeply. he watched you squirm a little and melt into his touch. you were beyond perfect, perfect in a way that he couldn't really put into words. you were a divine beauty who pulled him in.

"you have an ageless beauty." he smiled close to you, "the kind of beauty i am just simply drawn to." he rubbed up against you, "i'd say that it's the kind of face i've seen over so many lifetimes. but, i'd know if i had seen someone so beautiful before." he smiled at you.

he kissed the apple of your cheek and felt the heat under his lips. he was tempted, to taste such sweet warmth. he could only akin it to honey on a cold day, but he decided against it. he had already made enough of a mess to your pretty throat.

he laid you out on your back and admired the shape of your body. he licked his lips delicately, "more beautiful than midnight. stunning beyond words.' his words made you hot all over. he watched you squirm a little and he beamed.

"please, george. don't make me blush too much." you whined a little as he got his cock up against your slick cunt. he rubbed it a little to tease you, which only made you hotter.

he chuckled, "such a beautiful angel." he soon slid his cock into your achy cunt and watched your back arch a little. it was a beautiful sight, you looked divine under him.

"george." you whined.

he started to move at a comfortable pace. not hard, but faster that it made you feel hot all over. you felt the electricity in your body as he thrusted against you. his hands on your hips as he had a good hold on you.

"george." you said as you held over the covers under you. the comforting feeling of the blankets only added to the heat in your gut. you love the feeling of being so close to him. this wasn't how you imagined your life, making love to a vampire. but you'd never complain. not when the feeling of being with him was so intense.

"i love you." he said, after all this time on the earth. all this time, seeing so many sunrises and sunsets. so much of the planet. to be in bed with you was the more beautiful experience he could have. his kisses became hungrier, but not enough to sink his fangs into your lips. he didn't want to bruise such soft skin.

his pace picked up and he heard your muffled moans. it only encouraged him to keep going. he noticed how tightly you were holding onto the covers and really started to work your achy pussy. he loved the movements and sounds you made. they echoed in his mind as he shifted your hips a little to get at a better angle.

"i love you so much, george." you said with a tightness in your voice, you could feel the inferno in your stomach as he fucked you happily. the feeling of you two together was amazing.

"i love you more." he replied. you two would often 'argue' over who loved who more. but george knew you loved him. that you cared for him deeply. you were the personification of the humanity he had.

the pace became a little less focused and he groaned against you. he was chasing that high, the feeling of climax that made everything in him run painfully hot. you were perfect for him, beyond amazing. he loved you so much.

you held onto the covers tightly as he continued to move against you. you felt the thump of pleasure in the back of your mind as he moved against you. you whined and moaned as the pleasure washed over you. you tensed up against him and let out a loud moan.

you came with a sweet moan and it only spurred george on. he knew he was close to. his movements fast as he yearned for your sweet cunt. with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you with a groan.

he looked at you, hands took a hold of yours as he held them down on the covers. he leaned in and gave you a searing kiss. the kind of kiss that made your stomach to a flip. you melted a little.

when he pulled away, he laid out beside you and rubbed your arm. he could feel the heat under your skin and relaxed at the feeling. it felt comforting, sweet almost. he said, "you're too good for me."

you giggled, "no way. you make me feel like a princess."

"why wouldn't i? you are a princess to me." he took your wrist and kissed it softly. even though he had a small urge to bite, but he wouldn't do it without your consent. so he would be content with the feeling of your pulse.

he looked at you and you looked at him. his red eyes called to you and soon you were kissing him once more. his eyes went wide for a moment before he closed them once more. he held you tightly. <3

[danielsarmand]

Interview with the Vampire | 2.02 Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story | 1.01

[kiivg]

."Are you even listening to me, McCullum?".