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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Dolores del Río (Flying Down to Rio, Flor silvestre)—to begin with, dolores is so RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL, even more so in action then in images, its like she emits a literal glow. marlene dietrich (a close friend and rumored lover) considered her "the most beautiful woman who ever set foot in hollywood". she was the first mexican actress to become a major success in hollywood, rising to fame in the silent era and becoming an influential icon of beauty and glamor in the art deco age, though she was not thrilled with the exoticizing parts often pushed on her. in the mid 1940s having tired of the controlling hollywood studio system she returned to mexico, saying "I wish to choose my own stories, my own director and cameraman. I can accomplish this better in mexico", and proceeded to become a pivotal figure in the golden age of mexican cinema, making a string of masterpieces with directir emilio fernández and cinematographer gabriel figueroa. i love this anecdote about the insane art deco mansion she and her then-husband cedric gibbons lived in in the 30s, as related by david niven: "Dolores had a large sunny room on the first floor containing a huge and inviting bed. Gibbons lived in comparative squalor in a small room immediately below. The only connection between these rooms was by way of a stepladder, which could be lowered only when a trapdoor in the floor of Dolores room had been raised. There was a long stick with which, we conjectured, he signaled his intention or hopes by rapping out signals on the floor of his wife’s bedchamber." heres a pinterest album with a billion hot pictures of her

Fay Wray (King Kong)— the original scream queen!! she started acting in silent comedies as a teenager and got her first big break when erich von stroheim cast her as the lead in the wedding march. her career started to take off starring in silent movies at paramount, and she survived the transition to sound smoothly - josef von sternberg’s weird proto-noir thunderbolt was one of her first sound films. she began to make horror movies in the early 1930s, such as doctor x and mystery of the wax museum, both filmed in beautiful two-strip technicolor (which looked like this if you're curious. i just think it's neat!), as well as the vampire bat, the most dangerous game, and of course the boy himself, king kong. a little on how she worked with her most famous costar: “Although Kong appeared huge, the full figure was a model covered with rabbit hair, standing only 18 inches tall, that was filmed one frame at a time by stop-motion photography artist Willis O'Brien and his crew. The 5ft 3in Wray only knew one part of the ape's body when she was grasped in an articulated 8ft long hand. Hence the title of her 1989 autobiography, On The Other Hand. ‘I would stand on the floor,’ she recalled, ‘and they would bring this arm down and cinch it around my waist, then pull me up in the air. Every time I moved, one of the fingers would loosen, so it would look like I was trying to get away. Actually, I was trying not to slip through his hand.’” (link)

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Dolores del Rio:

There's so much! She started in Silent films and successfully transitioned to sound, She is the first woman to wear a two piece swimsuit on screen & popularized the bikini!, She transitioned back to Mexican Cinema in the late 1940s and was a leading lady of the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema including staring in Maria Candelaria--the first Mexican film to win the palm d'Or at Cannes. She was literally studied for her beauty & was considered a beauty ideal in both the USA & Mexico--there's a whole section on her Wikipedia page about how beautiful everyone thinks she was. She never actually had a feud with any of the female stars she was rumored to feud with despite the fact that press & Hollywood culture attempted to pain them in competition... She remained a leader in Mexican theater & Cinema through her own production company. Mexican painter Diego Rivera: "The most beautiful, the most gorgeous of the west, east, north and south. I'm in love with her as 40 million Mexicans and 120 million Americans who can't be wrong" (quote source: Wikipedia)

*fan self* Leading actress in silents and early Hollywood. Lover of Orson Welles until she got fed up with him, friend of Diego Rivera and Frieda Kahlo. When she got tired of Hollywood executives typecasting her as a stereotypical spitfire (and trying to force her to feud with Lupe Velez as a publicity stunt), she ditched Hollywood and became a major star of Mexican cinema, where she got to play rounded characters

Had a career in American cinema in the 20s and 30s and considered one of the most important figures in the Golden Age of Mexican cinema (30s to 50s).

Marlene Dietrich said Dolores was the most beautiful woman to set foot in Hollywood

Joan Crawford: "Dolores became, and remains, as one of the most beautiful stars in the world."

One of the few Latin American women working in the Hollywood industry to make it big not just in hre home country but internationally. In 1931, Photoplay magazine declared that Mexican film actress Dolores del Rio had the "best figure in Hollywood." (which I know not necessarily a good barometer) but! it shows that many people looked at her for her beauty and sought to emulate her. Famous for her years-long love affair with actor and director Orson Welles, who was 10 years her junior if that's anything.

We need more hispanic representation in this!! Del Río is one of the most important actresses of her time as she was one of the first Mexican movie stars to break through to Hollywood! She’s unbelievably sexy and an absolute icon. Thank you :)

Fay Wray:

Actress prominently known for starring in horror, she was one of cinema's original "scream queens". She knocks it out of the park whenever she's with the horror genre, bringing a depth and likability to characters that would other be flat and boring characters.

An early scream queen, name me another woman who could look so beautiful while so disheveled and scared for her life

She was name-dropped not once but TWICE in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She's arguably the original Scream Queen.

#fay wray #dolores del río #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 6 months

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Scripted Bracket — Round 3

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Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods):

Hot werewolf lady

HEY NOW! Yaretzi is a hot post apocalyptic monster hunting LESBIAN space werewolf lady who is in a relationship with a space vampire literally just called The Countess, who is herself in a long feud with Dracula, who runs a biker gang.

She runs a magical hotel with her queer platonic life partner, a renegade demon who gives off exceptional queer vibes.

Together they are raising their adopted child, who is a decaying human skeleton inside a 9 foot tall suit of monster slaying power armor. He, in turn, is taking care of his pet seagull, who is a zombie. Also the seagull is simultaneously both one bird and an entire flock of zombie seagulls.

Anyway, Yaretzi has been hunting monsters for her star god for a very long time, and she is hot and deserves to win.

Werewolf who made a pact with a star deity to kill conquistadors

Spends centuries hunting demons and eating their hearts

Guides the only demon she failed to kill into a sense of his own personhood, adopted a son together, then started dating one of her traditional ancient enemies (hot vampire lady)

Smokey growly voice, grows huge when she transforms, fierce and loving and terrifying

Hera (Wolf 359):

I don't care if she's an AI with no physical form, she is HOT

my digital wife <3

oh it's always "i want a hot computergirl with poor cable management to glitch on my shit" and "i want to fuck her until she bluescreens" on this website until it's time to put your money where your mouth is. i have a post about usb penetration with tens of thousands of notes. i see the things you all say. you have a hot computergirl in front of you and this is how you all repay her? you would abandon her? prove yourselves as the computer sex website; vote for hera NOW!!!

#Round 3 #Yaretzi #Hera #Hera W39 #Hello From The Hallowoods #Wolf 359 #Yaretzi HFTH

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tomkaulitzssgirl · 8 months

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OMG HOW ABOUT VAMPIRE BILL X FEM READER??! I LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤️❤️

VAMPIRE | BILL KAULITZ

“y/n, c’mon! don’t just stand there!” your friend, ashley, yelled at you while laughing as you were entering the club.

it was halloween night, everyone was danced as something spooky for the night, there was not really a them as long as it was scary and sexy.

you were dressed like sally from the nightmare before christmas, your favourite cartoon.

“i’m coming!” you answered and followed them, looking back as you ran.

you had been having this weird feeling all night, like something was following you, watching you.

maybe you were just paranoid since it was halloween, but you didn’t feel at ease.

this feeling never left even when you were on the dance floor dancing and trying to take you mind off things.

“girl what’s wrong?” your friend asked you, noticing your body language, it was obvious something was wrong.

“i-i don’t know i feel like…i-i don’t know it’s just we-“ as soon as you were about to explain, the lights cut out and the music stopped.

everyone gasped and some people began booing the dj, even though it wasn’t his fault.

you felt more confused than ever, this didn’t help your uneasiness, it only made you think that something was wrong.

as you tried to understand and talk to people around you about it, you swore you felt hands on your hips.

a hot breath was on your neck and soon this stranger’s lips were there too. they were soft at first but then you felt something hard getting into your skin, something like teeth.

did this fucker just bite you?

as you went to touch the spot on your neck, the lights and music started again. you turned around to yell at the pervert that was behind you, but there were just two girls dancing.

your eyebrows connected and you looked around, trying to spot someone who looked at least a little bit suspicious, but no one was paying attention to you.

you hissed touching the bite on your neck, “ashley, do i have a mark here? some fucker bit me.”

your friend looked at your neck and shook her head, “no, you have nothing. be careful though, don’t go far away from me.”

you just nodded and sighed, “alright, imma just go to the bathroom, can you come with me and maybe wait outside?”

your friend nodded and you began walking towards the ladies bathroom. you entered as she stood outside like a bodyguard, but what you didn’t think about was how ashley was easily distracted.

a guy with dreads came up to her, starting to flirt and soon she forgot about you inside that damn bathroom, going with him god knows where.

you looked at yourself into the mirror and gasped at the sight of two perfectly shaped teeth on your skin. why did ashley say you had nothing when you clearly had a mark?

you scoffed and washed over the mark with a disgusted face. just the thought of a stranger’s saliva on you made you puke.

“it’s useless.” suddenly a voice said right behind you. but…there was no one on the mirror.

“am i hearing stuff now?” you commented out loud with a sigh.

again, that same voice laughed, making you jump when a figure appeared next to you.

he was tall, had black spiky hair and was all dressed in black, even his make up was black. he was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face.

“who the fuck are you?! how did you get in here?!” you yelled out backing away from him.

“woah slow down.” the boy chuckled, shaking his head, “too many questions, i don’t like questions. just know that since you have that.” he pointed at your neck, “now you’re mine.”

your head felt dizzy, like you were drunk but you didn’t even have a drink yet.

“what are you talking about? are you high?” you rolled your eyes and decided to ignore him, walking towards the door.

you went to open it but the boy appeared infront of you with an insane speed. “not so fast, baby.”

you took some steps back, hitting the sink with your back. “h-how did you do t-that?” you stuttered, your eyes fixed on him, ready to catch any movement.

the guy folded his arms against his chest and walked towards you slowly, checking you out up and down before making eye contact with you again. “i’m a vampire and soon you’ll be one too.”

his words left you speechless, your jaw hanging open. after some seconds you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “yeah, you’re high.”

he continued to look at you before grabbing your jaw and kissing you deeply, without you even realising it. “i’ll see you again, y/n.”

the lights turned off again and as soon as you opened your eyes, he disappeared.

you looked around carefully before standing infront of the mirror, looking at your neck. “what the fuck just happened?” you whispered to yourself.

after some hours, you were ready to go home with ashley, she was talking about how a guy named tom kissed her and how much she loved him now. you rolled your eyes and helped her inside the taxi, she was so drunk.

you both arrived at your house since you lived together and slowly you were able to bring her inside and then put her in her bed. you took her make up off for her but decided to let her sleep in her dress, too tired to do anything else.

you sighed, coming in you room and closing the door behind you. you changed, took your make up off and you were ready to sleep.

around 5 am, you woke up suddenly, sitting up on your bed. something felt different. you felt…changed?

like something inside you had just switched.

you tried to shook that off but then you walked to the bathroom and as you passed the mirror you took a quick glance at yourself. you stopped in your tracks, your eyes widened as you looked better.

your skin was pale, you looked like you were dead. the bite on your neck disappeared, your eyes had an intensity that they didn’t have before. you touched your face with your fingers, it was cold. so cold.

and your heart ached for something. someone.

you gulped down, not wanting to be crazy and think about what that boy had said at the club.

that boy…that you were longing for so suddenly. you didn’t know why, but you felt like you had known him for years, you missed him, wanting to feel his touch again.

you walked out of the door lost in your thoughts, but a voice made you jump up.

“hey baby.”

you looked at the figure that was standing in your bed, seeing the guy from the bathroom. your eyes lighted up and a sudden happiness took over you.

you ran and hugged him, kissing his cheek over and over. he laughed wrapping his arms around your waist. he was so big, literally taking over your whole body.

“i see it worked already.” he said in your ear, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“w-what worked?” you tilted your head to the side.

“i told you, you’re mine now. you didn’t believe me when i said that soon you would’ve been one of us. the kiss i gave you made you fall in love with me, the bite turned you exactly like me.” he explained stroking your hair.

you should’ve been mad at his words, totally furious that he made you into something you didn’t even know existed. but in reality, you couldn’t care less.

you smiled at him, a huge smile, happily taking in his words. “take me with you then.”

the guy nodded kissing you on your lips over and over, “let’s go then. your best friend is coming too.” he said, signing with his eyes the door of your bedroom.

there she was, standing next to a boy with dreads. “ready?” he asked.

you and your guy both nodded, getting up from the bed.

ashley looked at you giggling, before hugging you.

as you walked to the door, he held your hand tightly, almost as if he was scared you changed your mind.

“hey.” you called out, breaking the silence.

“what?”

“what’s your name?”

he chuckled as he opened the car’s door for you.

“bill, my name’s bill.”

hope you like it!!!🖤

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 10 months

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I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a

Girl that make me cry, a girl that make me happy

A girl that passed away back in 1985 2021

A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed

A girl I chew on 'cause my baby is already dead

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

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softshrimpy · 5 months

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 17: Oh Gods, She's Wearing Pants (NSFW)

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm backkkk! Sorry this update took so long, I started a new job a few weeks ago and it has been a hugeee adjustment. But have some smut from this lil shrimp 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan @im-a-carnivorous-plant @weemssapphic @barbarasstar

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 16

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

HWTAHP Masterlist

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Life was actually looking up. You had been seeing Dr. Kinbott every other week to help work through the plethora of issues you had. On top of that Vlad was still getting you moving every day (you low-key hated him for it). He had also taken it upon himself to teach you everything he knew of vampire history. Sometimes you weren’t sure whether he was embellishing some of the stories or if vampire history was that insane.

Sometimes Yoko would tag along, more often than not to help him teach you how to use some of your vampire powers. You snorted the first time Vlad referred to them as that and then nearly died when he moved from one end of the room to right in front of you in the blink of an eye to glare down at you.

The one ‘vampire power’ you had the most control over was your sudden acquisition of fuckin epic strength. And by most control you mean you had to learn super quickly how not to rip every door you opened off its hinges.

Your other abilities weren’t anywhere near refined. Yoko had been trying to teach you how to use your enhanced speed which you had managed once before ending up smashing into a wall. You were fine, the wall however did suffer. (yet another wall that is a victim of your new powers. Rip.)

Since you didn’t know who your family was or where you came from both Vlad and Yoko had explained that you may have other abilities if you came from what they called a Legacy family. Apparently, they can have some super sick extra powers like hypnosis or transformation and the like. You were sure you were just a regular vampire, the odds of you having any extra powers were so slim you didn’t need to worry.

On top of that things between you and Larissa were better than ever. You spent every evening together, often ending with you staying the night in her quarters. And fucking hell was waking up to her almost every morning a gift from the gods.

On the nights when you’d stay with her, you’d help her with her evening routine, always ecstatic she let you help her. You’d help remove the pins from her hair, brushing it out for her as she removes her makeup. You always press kisses into her hair afterwards, your heart skipping a beat and the small soft smile on her face at your actions.

You’d both then change into pyjamas, hers always sinfully attractive on her. Then you spend the evening having dinner and cuddling on her couch. Sometimes she’d tell your stories of her day or about her past. you loved listening to her speak, you could quite literally do it for hours.

This morning you were lucky enough to wake up in her arms once again. You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her and feeling a smile creep across your face. You bury your head into her neck, sighing happily. You feel her stir a few moments later, her arm tightening around your waist. She lets out her own content sigh before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Mmm…good morning my darling,” she hums, her voice still raspy from sleep.

“Good morning pretty lady,” you hum back, leaning up to kiss her chastely.

The two of you stay like that for a little while, Larissa laying on her back with her eyes closed, one arm wrapped around your waist. You grinning up at her, bringing your hand up to trace the lines of her face. These moments with her, where the two of you are simply existing together, are your favourite moments in the world.

Eventually, though Larissa has to get up and get dressed, she does have a school to run after all. You love watching her get ready for the day. She always wears such gorgeous outfits, always looks so elegant and-

Oh, holy fuck she’s wearing pants today.

She so rarely wears pants, usually opting for skirts or dresses. So when she slips on a pair of form-hugging pants with a chunky belt and white sweater you almost choke on air and feel your face heat up. She bends over to pick up a pair of heels and you absolutely stare shamelessly at her ass.

You must have let out some noise, probably a rather gay sound with the way Larissa turns and looks at you. She grins smugly as she toes on her heels. She pulls on a blazer to complete the look before leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll see you later darling,” she all but purrs and you have to resist every urge to pull her into the bed and ravish her right then and there.

“I-you- have a good day m’love,” you manage, ogling her as she all but saunters away.

———

You spend the rest of the day catching glimpses of the white-haired beauty every hour or so. She seems to be moving around campus far more than usual. Not that you’re complaining. When she does come around, nine times out of ten you get so distracted you walk into or drop something.

On top of that, sometimes when she appeared she would shoot you these looks. You couldn’t explain it but you swear the woman was trying to kill you. Gods, you wanted to climb her like a tree.

So after a lunch filled with you all but drooling over her and a couple of hours afterwards daydreaming about her and her stupid sexy legs and hands and face…where were you again? You finally decided to say fuck it and made your way to her office in record time. Vlad and his lessons could wait, you had a far more important task to do.

You entered her office quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she was in a meeting. The sight that greeted you made you actually choke on air. There she was sitting at her desk as usual. But she had discarded her blazer on the back of her chair and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater. She was typing furiously on her laptop, as usual, frowning at the screen from behind her glasses.

You locked the door behind you before striding purposefully over to her desk. By the time she glanced up at you, you were already rounding her desk to get to her.

“Darling? Is everything alri-oh!” She yelps as you pull her up from her chair into your arms.

You press a kiss to her very gorgeous lips and reach around her to shut her laptop and move it aside. You lift her up onto her desk, not once removing your mouth from hers. She lets out the cutest noise at that, hands moving to clutch your shoulders before she tangles them in your hair, tugging on it slightly. You groan into her mouth, teeth scraping against her lip. The room feels impossibly hot and she is wearing far too many clothes. As much as you like her pants they need to come off. Now.

Your hands make their way down her body, slipping under her sweater to caress the skin of her stomach. You preen at the hum she lets out, your hands becoming more daring. Your fingers slip under her bra, trailing gently over the underside of her breasts. She gasps, her mouth disconnecting from yours when your thumbs brush over her nipples.

You press kisses to her neck as you do your best to unclasp her bra. It does take a fair bit of fumbling and a few curses muttered to get there. Larissa lets out a breathy chuckle as she scratches the back of your neck. When you finally manage to get rid of the offending item you make quick work of removing it along with her sweater.

You press your lips to her collarbone, nipping at the soft skin just above her breasts. Her grip on your hair tightens, her hands attempting to move your attention where she wants it. Instead of giving her what she wants you graze your teeth along to underside of her breast, grinning at the way her breath stutters.

You decide your desire to tease her is not as strong as your need to please her and take one of her nipples into your mouth, lathing your tongue over it. The strangled moan she lets out makes your heart skip a beat. You nip at the pert bud, your other hand groping at her free breast. She lets out the most sinful sounds, your whole body heating more and more with each one.

Your hands travel down to the waistband of her pants, fingers quickly undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. You pull them and her panties down her legs after she lifts herself off the desk for a moment. She starts tugging on the hem of your shirt, trying to get you to take it off. You pull back from kissing her chest and take her hands in yours, moving them back to sit on the desk.

“Nu-uh honey, tonight I’m in charge,” you hum, delighting in the way her whole face turns red.

“So you just keep those lovely hands of yours right here. Can you do that for me, my love?”

“I- yes. Yes,” She breathes.

“Good girl,” you purr.

You get down on your knees, looping your arms under her thighs. You pepper kisses from her knee to the top of her thigh, stopping just before her soaking cunt. You repeat the action on the other side before gently pulling her thighs apart. You take in the sight of her glistening folds, feeling your mouth water at the sight.

“Is this all for me Rissa?”

“Mmm, only for you baby…” she moans.

You press one final kiss to the inside of her thigh before licking at her cunt. You lap at her slit, moaning at the taste of her. You’re certain this is what heaven is like, the way she tastes like the sweetest ambrosia.

You eat her out as though you were starved. You alternate between flicking your tongue over her clit and lapping at her entrance. Her moans and whimpers are like music to your ears, the sexiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

“Oh fuck, darling. Please-I’m-I’m so close-“ she pants.

You feel her thighs begin to tremble on either side of your head. She lets out a string of curses interspersed with cries of your name. You double your efforts, hands pinning her to her desk as she bucks and writhes.

“Fuck!” She cries.

Her back arches as she throws her head back, letting out a choked moan. Her whole body stiffens, thighs clamping shut around your head. You keep licking and sucking at her clit, only stopping when she gently pushes you away. You press one last kiss to her inner thigh before standing and wrapping your arms around her waist.

She truly looks ethereal in this moment. She’s leaning back on her hands, chest heaving and flushed. Her eyes are closed, breath coming out of her lips in pants. She’s glowing in the low light of her office. Her hair is slightly mussed, falling out of her elegant hairstyle in places.

You cup her cheek, heart-melting when she nuzzles into your hand and presses a kiss to your palm. You almost want to cry, luckily you don’t. You lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead, hearing her hum happily in response. You bury your face in her neck, enjoying having her in your arms.

“Darling,” she sighs happily, “not to sound ungrateful because that was truly wonderful, but what on earth brought this on?”

“Pants.” You mumble into her neck.

“Pardon?”

You lean back, idly tracing shapes into her collarbone. “You were uhm, you wore pants today. You don’t often you know wear ‘em. And you just. I mean you have such gorgeous legs and the most earth-shatteringly sexy ass I’ve ever seen-“

She bursts into laughter at your admission, cheeks flushing.

“It’s true!! You have no idea how hot you are Rissa. Like…I don’t know how I get anything done when you’re here looking like you stepped out of heaven every single day.”

“But the pants do something for you hm?” She chuckles.

“Mmm, they just tipped the scales of my already incredibly inappropriate thoughts about you,” you grin.

“Well, darling,” she purrs, slipping off her desk and sauntering in the direction of her bedroom while pulling you along, “I hope you had no intentions of returning to your rooms tonight.”

You stare far too shamelessly at her ass as she drags you into her room. You were so focused on watching her that when she spins you around and all but pushes you onto the bed, you can only stare up at her, eyes wide and incredibly turned on.

She straddles your waist, smirking down at you in a way that makes heat pool between your thighs. She slips her hands beneath your shirt, leaning down to hover close enough to your face that you can feel her breath on your lips.

“Now then,” she hums, “let’s get you out of these clothes hm? The evenings only just started, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

#htwahp #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday

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derlost · 2 months

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❦~𝔊𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢 ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

ABOUT~ °•*⁀➷ in which your daily library visit may blossom into something sweeter.

WARNINGS ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥really nothing tbh, there’s a bitchy library clerk but that’s about it, just fluff and an eager vampire, oh also the shakespeare book in the fic is entirely made up

AUTHOR’S NOTE ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥greetings again, everyone! if you’ve been here for a hot minute, you may have seen auguste listed on my alternate masterlist, and i decided it was finally time to introduce him. so, without further ado, meet your very own vampire, auguste lemercier!

you always liked the library down on oak boulevard. perhaps it was the aroma of wood and paper, perhaps it was the fact that it hadn’t been remodeled since the early nineteenth century, but perhaps it was the amount of books themselves.

you considered it your favorite place during your study abroad in france- tall rows of books that stretched on seemingly forever, wooden ladders to climb to reach the literature on the top shelves, and vintage lamps adorning the thickly-cut wooden tables. yes, you adored it all. the only thing that irritated you about it was the time change- instead of being able to enjoy your studying in the afternoon, it now felt as if you were up in the middle of the night- which irked you, but you eventually came to the conclusion that nothing could be done about it. so when you were taking your daily stroll into the normally peaceful library, you couldn’t help but quirk a brow at the man chatting anxiously with the library clerk.

he was dressed from head to toe in an outfit that could only be described as dashing- a white button up with frilly ruffles at his wrists and along the sides of the strip of fabric in which the buttons were inlaid, a tidy red vest overtop his rather maximalist shirt, and a black tailcoat. As your eyes travelled down his figure, you couldn’t help but focus on the tall socks the color of the night that rose to his mid-calves, and the garters holding them up. His shoes were prim and proper too- fancy and black, shined to perfection. as for the boy himself though, you couldn’t help but find him to be quite the looker. clean, ashen skin that appeared so smooth you doubted that the man had ever worked a day in his life, a halo of snowy white hair with the occasional auburn streak thrown in, and round, brown eyes that could nearly pass as red in the dim lighting. you quickly realized you were staring, and averted your attention to what he was saying instead, quietly walking over to one of the many tables in the establishment.

“please ma’am,” the young man urged with a note of desperation in his voice, his face contorting into a despaired expression, “you misunderstand. it is simply crucial that i obtain this book. are you sure you have no copies left?” despite you knowing better than to listen in on strangers’ conversations, you couldn’t manage to squash the niggling curiosity as to what book he was looking for. the library clerk sighed, reaching forward to push her black glasses up. ah, it was her- she seemed to mainly work wednesdays, and she wasn’t exactly the most considerate employee at the library. poor guy. “if you’re looking for ‘things of the thicket’, your best bet will be the library on the other side of town. if you have a phone number, we can notify you when…” the lady’s voice began to blur out in the background as you realized the book he was searching for was actually one you were planning on returning today. hastily, you clawed open your backpack, hands gentle as you dug for the familiar red cover, hopping out of your seat as you made your way over. “…i understand,” the boy said to the lady, “i’m terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you.” however, just when the receptionist had opened her mouth to reply, you cleared your throat, turning their attention to you. damn, you thought, his eyes rivaled the glare of a predator in pursuit of its next prey when he was focused. “I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, but could this be the ‘things of the thicket’ you’re looking for?” you whispered the last part, gently extending the book in your hands.

it was a hard-to-find novel that was composed of poems written by the hand of william shakespeare that he never included in any of his other books. It included characters and short stories that his other books did not- which is what made it appeal to you in the first place. a paper cover protected the underlying fabric cover of the book- red, with an old illustration of a girl picking oranges on the front. meridith, you remembered, she was talked about quite frequently in shakespeare’s poems. the man’s eyes lit up at the sight of the book, and he cracked a toothy grin, his hands shaking as he reached out to take the novel from you.

“where-where did you find this-? i’ve nearly dug up the entire city looking for this book…” he said in a gentle voice, one far softer than he used with the library clerk. “oh,” you murmured sheepishly, toying with your sleeve, “i was actually the one that had it checked out. i couldn’t help but overhear you talking about it, and…yeah.” the man smiled again, gently tracing his fingers down the spine of the book as he parted his lips to speak again. “this was my mother’s favorite book when i was young. to see it again…” the library clerk cleared her throat, giving the both of you a look. “the maximum limit for renting a book out is a month.” the man’s expression fell, and you observed that his ears- which you just now noticed were adorably pointy at the tips- drooped. oh, what a shame- it seemed he misunderstood just what he could do here at the library. putting on a brave look, you dug through your pocket to find a twenty, sliding it over to the clerk with a glare. “keep the change.” you tagged on, and his face shifted into a look of confusion.

“what was that for?” “for you. keep the book, it’s all yours now.” the white-haired stranger seemed to piece two and two together, and his eyes widened as he waved his hands. “oh goodness me- no, i can’t possibly ask you to pay for me, that would be terribly inconsiderate…” “then consider it a gift,” you answered gently, giving him a soft grin. “after hearing that whole spiel about your mom, i don’t think i’d feel right making you return the book.” his look of shock soon morphed into a gentle smile, and he nodded his head in acceptance, his multi-toned hair bobbing with him. “if you insist, kind stranger…” he trailed off as he followed you on your walk back to the table. you entirely ignored the disgruntled librarian behind you two stashing your cash into her register.

“speaking of which, i never got your name…might i trouble you for it?” he murmured softly, watching curiously as you rearranged the objects inside your bag, zipping it back up. “my name is m/n.” “m/n, you say? how exquisite…oh, dear me, i almost forgot my manners! I am auguste, but simply august or auggie will do.” “auggie, huh? what a neat name.” you mused as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. the young man nodded eagerly, following you as you began to leave the oak boulevard library. “i understand it may be sudden, but might i treat you to a cup of tea at the teahouse just down the way? you seem like a kind person, m/n. i think we may do well to be friends.” with a chuckle you nodded, pushing open the large door and shuffling down the sidewalk beside your new friend, your only destination in mind the fleur street teahouse.

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alcinas-big-ass-simp · 1 year

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~ You and Lady Dimitrescu swap places ( Swap AU ) # 1~

Note: Aka like the title says it's a Swap au! Basically you are the hot tall vampire and Lady D is still a hot popular human Jazz Singer in your Village with three beautiful human daughters ( that are not flies but look the same and act the same :p )

Inspired by Justaghost111 on ao3!

• Your origins before becoming the person you are today are quite sad in fact.. You had a life threatening disease at the age of [ redacted ], you were so scared of death at the time that you came to Mother Miranda to help you with your life threatening disease

• And well, she did help all right but not quite the way you thought. After that Cadou injection your body mutated and you started to crave things you thought you would never crave..

• You grew about 9 Feet and 6 inches tall. And by the black god you couldn't even fit in your own fucking house!! You kept hitting your head against the door frames,, I mean being in the Mansion is a little better because of the higher roofs but the door frames are just a little too short so you have to crouch down to get through the door.. quite annoying in your opinion

• Now now your weird cravings.. At your mutation you begin craving very odd things in your opinion- like blood.. Oh how you craved blood, it was like your life depended on it! Wait... that sounds very similar to a vampire!- Oh yeah, you're a vampire now because of your mutation. Like your life couldn't get any worser-

• But with you having a wine business and a mansion filled with Maids plus a whole village at your disposal it wasn't that hard to satisfy your cravings but one thing was not satisfied.. You have been lonely for the past decades, centuries?.. You don't even know how long it's been since you have been able to hold someone..

• You don't have time to focus on that!, you have a wine business to keep up with and that's what you mostly do, all of your days drowning yourself in work to forget your feelings...

• Until it was getting close to your birthday, by the black god you don't even remember how old you are- But that's not the point! Your head Maid that was like a 'friend' to you decided to set up a nice celebration for you! Which included a jazz singer,, Her name was Lady D

• Lady D was quite a popular Jazz Singer in your village, you've seen a couple of her shows from your mansion but never dared to interact with her, you had better stuff to do anyways.. But now with her in your mansion playing songs for you, her hat tilted downwards to cover one of her eyes and a smirk plastered on her beautiful face as she played songs for you and dance along with the beautiful beat of those songs.

• Black god, Lady D was beautiful!. The look in her eyes and the confident smirk on her glowing face was everything to you.. She did not seem frightened or even scared of your height or the rumors that go on about you but instead she seemed quite intrigued by your height and the rumors! All day you can see her looking at you in the corner of your eye..

• Oh no no, you are not letting this chance pass up! All of your loneliness and sadness finally came crumbling down on top of you so instead of being stupid and letting this chance pass up, you told her to come meet you in your private quarters after everyone has left to their homes and all of your Maids has went to bed.

• You know you shouldn't have been surprised but you couldn't help but feel surprised when you saw Lady D outside of your private quarters like you have instructed her to do. You could feel your dead heart in your throat as you looked down at her,, “May I come in or did you make me come here just waste my time draga? Hmm?~” Lady D asked you with a hint of teasing in her voice, oh sHiT! That got you blushing..

• But not wanting to keep Lady D waiting, you quickly let out a response, “No!- I mean please come in..” At you're quick reaction Lady D couldn't help but chuckle at it! Black God who knew a person like you would react so cutely to her words. “Hm, okay draga~” She quickly ducked under your arms that was holding the door open and walked into your private quarters like she owned the place, Oh how you would instantly slice her up if she was anyone else.

• You quickly closed the door to your private quarters and walked up behind her, “Well, what did you need hm?” She asked as she turned around to look up at you, all you could do is look at her for a little bit as you lift up your big hand and put it on her curvy waist “W-well, I wanted to ask if you could,, if you wanted to- Move into my mansion..” You say, quickly looking away, afraid of her rejection.. after a couple of minutes of getting no response from Lady D, you look down at her to see her eyes wide open but then she quickly smirked

• “Well darling, I have three beautiful girls at home..” Lady D said as she looked away from you, oh how dearly would she like to take it this offer but she cares for her three beautiful little girls more then a random stranger.. “U-um,, Well! I can also get rooms for them! I have enough rooms in this Mansion for the whole entire village and if that still isn't enough I will pay you handsomely to live here with me..” BY THE BLACK GOD— You did not mean to sound that desperate—

• At your words Lady D's interest peaked even more when you said you had enough rooms and you would pay her generously to live in this big mansion, with you!.. that sounded like a deal breaker for her, “Hmm~ I think I can agree to that draga!” Oh Lady D was smirking, big and confident but you couldn't care what she had planned in mind

• For you, this was a whole new chapter in your life!, One that you want to spend with Lady D..

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I really hope you guys liked this! And sorry if it's long I couldn't stop writing djdjdhhs- I had to stop myself cuz I'm obsessed with this au- I might do it for the other characters too fbdhjjhdd

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shieldofiron · 9 months

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Trans femme re8 harringrove! Some soft porn in Lady billies giant bathtub!! (Maybe the bloodbath XD it's your choice!)

Yesssss. Lets bless each other with some hot sexy t4t lesbian sex.

TW dysphoria

also TW Blood everywhere, bro. TW Vampire Biting

Comparison was the thief of joy. Stevie knew this, it was practically a mantra at this point. It just hurt to compare herself to the other girls, so she tried her best to nip that right in the bud. She had put in the effort to be a girl, she had put in the time, and honestly, the money for it.

Still, her brain wasn't always on the same page. It hurt, to see effortlessness where she had to put in the damn work. It hurt, to look in the mirror. So some days it was easier not to look.

And then, everything had gone so spectacularly to shit. Her wife was gone. Their child, gone too. Nightmares became real again: And Stevie was too tired to look in the mirror, which honestly was probably a blessing at this point.

And then she'd come here. And comparison... well, comparison was hard.

Lady Billie was beautiful. Terrifying, but oh so beautiful. Like the barbies Stevie had stolen when she was a kid, but pale from being hidden in the closet. She was built like it too, mile long legs, full pouty lips, long blonde hair.

A real life vampire Barbie.

She thought Stevie was sort of funny. In her loose hoodie and jeans. Small, though Stevie was tall for a woman. But not compared to Billie.

Stevie kept waiting for the awful words, questions. The teasing look that cis women could have, like they were in on some sort of joke, and the joke was you. Being trans and butch, Stevie was used to it. Her gender wasn't always something girls "got." It sometimes felt like she was the only one in the world who got it.

But the questions never came. Lady Billie just looked with those sky blue eyes. After they'd gotten past the whole, "let me slice you to ribbons" part, it seemed like Lady Billie... wanted Stevie there? As if that was possible.

"Would you like to join me for a bath?" Lady Billie's voice echoed against the cold castle walls,

She had her back turned, a diaphanous, ivory robe draped over her shoulders.

Stevie fidgeted in the doorway, trying and failing to tear her eyes away from that broad back. Billie swept her long curls over her shoulder.

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

Lady Billie turned. Without her hat, the golden candlelight hitting her face painted her in a softer light. She was still wearing gloves, Stevie noted, her long elegant fingers trailed thoughtfully over the back of the vanity chair. Stroking the velvet softly... God, if Stevie thought it was possible...

But it wasn't. Obviously.

Billie rose, turning slowly. Stevie tried and failed again to keep her eyes to herself. High, firm breasts, and that waist and... OH.

Stevie's eyes flew to Billie's face.

Oh. Oh.

"No offense meant," Lady Billie cocked one hip, "But you smell, pretty girl."

Stevie blinked up at her, "You're trans."

"Yes," Billie's red lips curved up sensuously.

"Y-you know that I'm trans too."

Billie's smile didn't dim, "I know."

Stevie could only stare, breathing shallowly.

“Pretty girl,” Billy leaned down, her cold inhuman breath brushing Stevie’s cheeks, “The prettiest.”

She turned, and stepped slowly into a sunken bath, more the size of a small swimming pool. The robe pooled around her, laying across the water like frost on a pond. And then it turned a deep red, almost plummy. Stevie’s brain must not have been working because she followed as if hypnotized, walking right up to the edge.

“Join me,” Lady Billie beckoned, “I promise, I won’t bite. Tonight.”

Stevie kicked off her shoes and pants, shucking her shirt and nervously taking off her shirt. She wasn’t perfect. Scarred, inside and out, and-

“Pretty girl,” Lady Billy’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, from the ground under Stevie’s feet. She untied the robe and let it float off into the bloody water, “Let me make you feel good.”

This had to be a dream, Stevie thought as Lady Billy tugged her to sit at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. A dream, a lovely dream.

Billie's hands were cold and icy as she took Stevie's face, but Stevie's chest was bursting with enough heat for the both of them. Stevie melted as their lips met, almost sliding into the water. Her spine felt too weak to hold her up and she went liquid, hand clinging to Billie's shoulders.

Glove covered fingers ran along Stevie's body, satiny smooth... reminding Stevie of the claw tipped fingers underneath. She shivered as they traced over her sensitive, small breasts, the lattice of her ribs. Stevie would wonder later if Billie thought of killing her. Now, Stevie's hands were occupied with miles of cool flesh, as flawless as perfectly carved marble.

Billie broke their kiss with a flick of her tongue across Stevie's upper lip, "You like these underwear?"

"No, I-"

Billie dove down, her teeth rending the white cotton to shreads. It should have been terrifying, but god, if Stevie wasn't hard, wet and leaking against her stomach. Billie nudged Stevie's thighs apart, running a gloved hand up to her stomach.

"Lay back," Billie's voice was everywhere, inside Stevie, rattling her ribcage. She licked her lips, running a trembling hand through her hair, and did as she was told, leaning back into the cold stone floor while Billie spread Stevie's legs and angled her hips up.

"Good girl," Billie's red painted lips curved into a smile. "See how nice it can be? When you're my good girl?

She could barely breath in a shallow breath and gather how that made her feel before Billie's mouth was on her, licking the tip of Stevie's cock while gloved fingers probed lower, between her cheeks.

"Whoa, wait-"

"Just gonna," Billy kissed the tip of Stevie's cock, "Finger you a little, pretty girl."

Stevie groaned, arching up. Maybe there was an element of hallucination to it. After all, nightmares were real, maybe dreams could be too.

Billie slicked up a few of her fingers with her mouth, and resumed teasing, nibbling along Stevie's cock while Stevie slowly lost her mind.

Like it had a homing beacon, Billie's finger unerringly found Stevie's prostate and began to stroke it ruthlessly, wet satin dragging over her. Stevie let out a broken off moan, hands gripping uselessly at the stone floor.

"There it is," Billie licked up Stevie's cock, "That's the spot. Good girl."

Steve made a noise she had only ever heard in porn before. She had never done this with someone else, always alone, burning with mortification and feeling strange. The women she had been with in the past had never...

"I know," Billie pouted prettily, freckles standing out sharply on her pale nose, "Feels like you could just shatter, right?"

Stevie babbled something that might have been yes, a sound that morphed into a choked noise as Billie swallowed Stevie's cock down, her tongue rolling along the head.

Billie looked up at her, crystalline eyes filled with a look that wasn't like pity at all. Stevie groaned, hips jerking.

Billie came off with a pop and Stevie gasped.

"I... I..." Stevie thrashed, "Please... please, please..."

"That's it, you gonna squirt for me?" Billie's lipstick was smeared, no longer perfect.

Stevie babbled hopelessly. Her whole body was thrumming to the rhythm that Billie set with her prostate.

"Can I bite you?" Billie smiled, "Just a taste?"

"Yesyes just p-please..."

"Where should I?" Billie flicked the head of Stevie's cock with her tongue, "Here?"

Heat washed over Stevie. She was unfurling, blooming into something she knew not what.

"Here?" Billie tongued to Stevie's inner thigh, "Yes. I want to watch the prettiest girl cum on my fingers. This is the perfect spot."

Stevie's mouth was open, but she wasn't sure if she was talking, agreeing, or what she was doing. All she was sure of was that she was shattering, breaking into a million pieces. And of Billie, her fangs sinking deep while she watched with those hypnotic eyes. Vampire Barbie, cheeks flushed with blood.

Ribbons of pleasure wrapped around her, tying her in the grip of madness for a moment as her cock jerked, cum splattering across her own chest. It seemed to go on forever, not a single point of pleasure but a death by a thousand pinpricks. She screamed, hips convulsing. Billie muffled a moan into the bite, her other hand gripping Stevie's hip tight enough to bruise.

"You... what about you?" Stevie finally had the presence of mind to say, when her spine finally relaxed into the stone.

Billie just smiled. Stevie guessed she couldn't talk, not with her mouth full. She pulled back, licking the bite lingeringly.

"Came when you did, prettiest," She smiled, "Though you can do whatever you would like to me, I am entirely at your disposal."

There was no pity in her, only desire. She licked her lips, and dragged Stevie into the depths. Stevie curled limply around Billie, her legs tightening around Billie's hips, their spent cocks brushing and sending a shiver down Stevie's spine.

"Good girl. My good girl," Lady Billie whispered.

"You broke your promise," Stevie said dazedly.

Billy just licked at Stevie's lips, "Oops."

PSST @intothedysphoria for when you awaken from your slumber.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington #femme harringrove #femme and t4t its everythign ok #asks #my ficlets #re8 harringrove au #it may be ooc i haven't played re8 so #trans harringrove #tw blood #tw vampire #tw dysphoria

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coiled-dragon · 11 months

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11 for dracfield hurt/comfort please

So this didn't end up in the hurt/comfort way I thought most of these might, but it's some nice fluff ♥

"No one's looking."

Renfield’s face was a tinge of pink as he watched the girl who had approached him walk off with her friends, clearly discussing her upset at his response. She had invited him to dance, something normally done by a man but sometimes women would approach if they felt bold enough. This one had come with a pair of women, the trio sweet and young with rosy cheeks and bashful lashes… And he had refused.

He’d had to, because he could not dance, something any man of wealth worth his salt would be able to do. It only made him feel more out of place here, the gleaming crystal chandeliers suspended above the glamorous ballroom shining brighter as if to highlight his shame for daring to exist. This was an event for the wealthy, for the opulent, and as much as he adored being here and seeing it for himself, allowed to indulge in a part of society he was not privy to, he was painfully aware that he did not belong.

It felt like eyes had turned on him, that the whispers and chatter of the crowd had suddenly gotten louder. Did they all notice? Did they see now how he stood out? So clearly a man of common birth with no money to his name, brought by someone else as a part of a sick jest. He shrunk back against the wall with his flute of champagne, wishing he could be swallowed up and just disappear for the evening.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he jumped, wondering if perhaps someone had altered the staff to escort this clearly lost man out of the party. It was Dracula, his presence a surprise since he’d wandered off some hour ago in search of something to drink. Something besides tall golden glasses of champagne or deep red wines that he outdated by several centuries. The man hadn’t expected his return.

“No one is talking about you, you know,” he said, lips pulling into a smile that felt more mocking than assuring. Renfield shook his head.

“I always feel so out of place,” he admitted, looking at his drink absently. “Don’t even know how to dance…”

Dracula looked surprised, brows coming together as he looked down at his familiar. The pink on his cheeks burned a little brighter at the fact the vampire seemed not to know of his lacking. One more point that was out of his favor, it seemed.

“That’s easy enough to remedy,” Dracula said, raising his head as the musicians started the next song. It was slow and sweeping, Dracula offering a hand.

Renfield looked at it, puzzled, then looked up to his Master.

“Let me teach you.”

Pink turned scarlet, Renfield using the champagne to put off replying as he downed it. Ladies could dance together, ladies could dance with gentlemen, but two men were… Well, somewhat of a social faux pas in such a public setting.

“No one cares, Renfield,” Dracula said with an impatient sigh, gesturing for him to take his hand. Renfield frowned and put down his empty glass, feeling the warmth of the bubbly alcohol tingling through his fingertips.

He took his hand and let himself be guided to the floor, his chest fluttering all the while. Though he tried not to look, he could feel eyes on them both. Burning holes into him. He was an outcast here, a stranger, why was he even bothering to learn-

Dracula turned to him and guided Renfield’s hand to his shoulder before placing his own on Renfield’s hip. He felt like his face was so hot it was glowing, focusing on the surprisingly serene face of the vampire to avoid seeking eyes that were watching.

“Just follow my steps, and listen to the music,” his Master said.

At first, all he could hear was blood rushing in his ears, but slowly he began to pick out the instruments as they played. His eyes darted down to watch the vampire’s feet, following with his own until it started to feel somewhat natural. After a few steps, his gaze flickered to the crowd, and eyes looked back, so many eyes that were bright with thoughts he couldn’t read-

He stepped on Dracula’s foot, dropping his head with a mumbled apology as his throat went tight. He couldn’t do this, he needed to just leave. His heart felt like it might simply leap out of his chest if not out his throat.

“Renfield,” Dracula said lowly, continuing to lead the dance. “No one’s looking.”

“They are,” Renfield said in a dismal, bitter way.

“Look at me,” Renfield did as he was told, jaw tight and eyes shining on the verge of tears. “No one else matters. Just me. Look at me, and listen to the music. Surely you can do that?”

Renfield nodded, taking a shaky breath and following his steps. The tightness of his chest loosened, and his shoulders lost their tension, focusing only on his Master and the sways of music. Everyone else was decoration, fixtures on the ballroom floor to add life. It was just them.

“Good boy, Renfield,” His Master praised. Renfield smiled and dipped his head again, watching their feet even though he was getting the hang of it.

“Thank you, Master,” said Renfield, looking back up to the vampire holding his head a little higher.

#Anonymous #dracfield #renfield #dracula #my fic #drabble #drabble prompt #prompt fill

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