#dracula bbc x reader

[nosferatvpussy]

distorted lullabies [chapter XXVII]

Word count: 4k

Warnings: gets a little brutal

Pairing: Dracula x reader

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A/N: Hello, lovelies! I watched the Robert Eggers Nosferatu, ran home and finished this chapter. I was stuck on it for I don't know how long. Hope you like it <3 Happy 2025 - it'll be 5 years since I started this, let's hope it doesn't take another 5 to finish the next 5 final chapters.

The cabbie swore under his breath when I slammed the door after me. I gave him my address, cracked the window open and breathed in the smell of rain on pavement and on the nearby Kensington Gardens in an attempt to cleanse my senses of Mallory’s bitter anger.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered to myself. Swearing fixed nothing but it was often relieving. 

It was all escaping my control. All of it. 

Months ago, I had thought myself so smart when proposing that deal to Count Dracula. I really thought I could win that, or was that my prideful ego poking its head out again? A latent deathwish, that’s what I had, and there came death prancing to my door and tempting me with a delicious form of self destruction. That’s what I had done, utterly destroyed my former self, not without struggle and not without loving my own destroyer, and yet, through it all, I never considered the safeguards of my deal would fail. When I proposed to Dracula that he would only turn me into a vampire when I told him to, that I would die on my terms, I fully thought I was in control. Handled. As easy as winning an argument in court. 

Of course, had I known all the variables, I would’ve thought of more safeguards. Not that they would have mattered. This slow withering of my human self was surely a blessing compared to utter obliteration of my humanity. This way I could at least ease myself into what being a vampire entailed. 

On the other hand, simply being turned must be like ripping a band-aid off. One day I could walk in the sun, and the next I was changing day for night and drinking blood. Easier perhaps.

Dracula threw it in my face how I had been taking note of my ever increasing heightened senses and ignored it all. My singular thirst for his blood had already started to translate to thirst for human blood — Julia’s scarlet blood spurting from her delicate neck right into my killer’s, lover’s, maw, for instance, and now Mallory’s pulse ringing in my ear like a church bell calling for mass. 

All of that, even the unbearable pain of growing fangs I could bear, perhaps, and could learn to control it. 

Dracula always did say that I had better self control than he did. The fact that I had lacked control in hypnotising Mallory, practically taking a backseat while the blossoming vampire took over control not only of myself but of her, was the scariest part. A desperate attempt to keep Mallory close, and I had no choice in it. 

The car came to a stop across the street from my house and I parted ways from the cabbie. Pulling my trenchcoat up to shield myself from the pitter patter of rain, I looked down the street, two houses after mine, and sure enough, the police car who had followed the cab all the way from V&A was now parked. I raised a hand in greeting to the two officers, even though I didn’t know their faces, and they waved back.

I fished my keys and phone from the bottom of my purse, and rang Dracula as I unlocked my door. I kicked the door shut behind me and went upstairs to my bedroom as I waited for him to pick up. 

Voicemail answered.

It was still daylight, so Dracula was most likely asleep, and he slept like the dead. If Renfield hadn’t arrived yet – an usual occurrence after dusk to carry out his services – the call would probably go unnoticed.

I called him again and put the phone on speaker as I threw my purse on the bed. The sound of raindrops hitting the window glass was muffled by the thickness of my curtains when I pulled them shut. Enclosed in darkness, I slipped out of my clothes until I was left in my underwear. 

The phone’s beep was cut short as the call was answered. “Yes, my darling?” Said Count Dracula in his velvety voice. “How was it?”

The familiar weight of his voice made me sit down on the bed, half naked and vulnerable as if he had spoken to me within the room. 

I almost wished I had gone back to his place instead of mine to feel some comfort. It was a silly thing to wish for. After last night, when Dracula had celebrated what my pain meant, disregarded my fear, my despair, all because I was finally a perfect bride to be, it would be stupid to think he would react any differently to what I had done to Mallory. 

“It was fine,” I replied, lying down on my bed. I put the phone to my ear. “No surprises. Mallory is still mad at me. She doesn’t want to see me again.”

“Well, nothing that can be done for that anymore, I suppose. Where are you now?”

“I came home. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ll try to get some rest in the afternoon.”

I counted three heartbeats before he replied.

“Will you come by later?” 

I knew him well enough at this point to know that he had fought his initial instinct to question me. He knew I was scared, and I knew he was scared that I would run out of fear. The fact that he hadn’t questioned me boded well in a way. Progress.

“Not tonight,” I said in a small voice, staring at my ceiling and noticing a spiderweb on the corner. The silky brightness of the web glimmered as if the spider could tailor webs made from light. By the size of it, the spider had made a home in my room for some time now. Only now did I have the eyes to notice it, and yet, in the darkness of the room, I shouldn’t have been able to see it. “I don’t think I can handle being close to another person tonight.” Realising how that sounded, I continued. “All I can think about is blood. It’s a wonder I didn’t make a victim out of the cabbie on my way here. I would rather not risk it again.” Dracula laughed on the phone. I winced. “At least you’re having fun.”

“Y/N, of course I am,” he said, a smile on his voice. “Nothing will make me happier than seeing you take your first victim.”

“This isn’t fun for me!” I jerked myself upright on the bed. “Can you try being understanding for once? For fuck’s sake!”

“Understanding?” The word was bitten out. “I have been nothing if not understanding so far.”

“Yes, it was very understanding how you almost killed Diana. So very kind of you to grant me a few more days after you used Mallory against m–”

“I’m not having this conversation again.”

“Then listen to this. I understand that you finally have confirmation that I’ll survive the change and that you’re happy about that. Great! At least I won’t be a shell of myself like your first brides. I think it’s fucking amazing, too, but it is not easy for me.” I inhaled deeply as if saying so much had stolen my breath. “I don’t know how to deal with this.”

“You had months to come to terms with it, Y/N. You asked me hundreds of questions. I showed you all that I could.”

“It doesn’t make it any less scary!” My face fell to my hand as my hair fell around my face like a curtain. “I didn’t think I would have to try to control myself while still human.” Tears fell to my bed, synchronising with the rain outside. “Please, can you try finding some compassion in yourself? I have no one but you now.”

“I don’t understand, Y/N,” he said. He sounded calm, and sincere. “But I will make an effort to. If you allow me to, I would like to take some of your blood tonight and see for myself.”

Closing my eyes, I let my weight go and lied on my side with the phone pressed to my ear against the bed. The knot on my throat joined the ever growing pain on my head and jaw. Another migraine was coming.

“You have my permission.” I sighed. That was the best he could do at the moment, and I would take it. “And then we'll talk.”

“And then we’ll talk,” he repeated. “Darling, have a shower or a bath. Try to take yourself out of your body, if you can.”

“I’ll try to sleep, and dream, hopefully.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Okay. Bye.” 

Two beeps indicated that the call disconnected. 

I rolled over on my back and stretched my arms at each side of me. What remained of my tears ran down my cheeks and dried on my hair. 

There was nothing to stop it now.

This was it. I was not dying on my terms, but Dracula’s. 

Food didn’t taste the same – from an old brew of reheated tea, to a simple strawberry scone becoming nauseatingly sweet and finally everything was starting to acquire a dry tastelessness. Migraines ensued after eating what my body could no longer accept. Perhaps the pain was the body trying to purge the unnecessary nutrition that food provided, while also begging for something else. It was happening now after trying, and failing, to eat my favourite sandwich from V&A Café. It had happened at the party as well, although the circumstances made it worse. And the very first time was the day after I had drunk deep mouthfuls of blood from Dracula’s wrist while overlooking the city from inside the London Eye.

I ran my tongue over my teeth to feel the small bumps on my gums, which throbbed in response to that prodding. Tiny fangs threatened to protrude from there as they had last night. After drinking Dracula’s blood they had virtually disappeared. Their insistence to make their presence known was a harsh, and painful, reminder of what I could have done to Mallory. 

And wanted to do. Still did.

I raised my arms in the air. The wounds were almost gone, leaving only pale outlines of where Dracula had bitten me two nights ago. 

His first bite had taken weeks to heal completely.

A chill coursed through me that made all the hairs on my body stand up straight. Only then did I realise how cold I was. I pulled my duvet around me, cocooning myself within it and closed my eyes, wishing I would be pulled away to somewhere else, or to another life where I had already dealt with everything and was living happily ever after. A nice fantasy.

In my dream, I was cocooned by wings which whisked me away, sending me floating into the comforting, soft clouds of dreamland. I breathed in and out to savour the sweetness in the air. In and out. In and out. Like teeth biting and releasing. In and out. Sharp teeth and red blood. Sweet, red and intoxicating. 

I don’t want these dreams.

Conscious in the back of my mind, I managed to push the thoughts out, and quickly my subconscious conjured Dracula’s presence to run his hands down my back, massaging, kneading and counting my bones as he had done once to put me in a trance. I counted each bone aloud. Would my bones change too? Become hard and unbreakable? Yes, darling, said death, you are wholly different down to the last bone. His hands, so rarely delicate, turned me gently and I stared up into the dark pits of his eyes. Smiling, he said he would like a taste of his beloved. 

His beloved – me. 

Say you love me. This is my dream, I can make you say it in my dream.

Anything for his beloved, he said, anything I wanted if only I allowed him a taste first. Obligingly, eager, I turned my head to the side to expose my neck in exchange for his love. 

And love poured on me. Cascading, washing over me, so warm, comforting, so red, all enveloping, filling my lungs, my throat, until I was made of love and could feel nothing else.

A pull near my navel jerked me awake. 

I stared at the ceiling as my brain finished waking up. Rolling on the bed I looked towards the window, and although the curtains were closed, the light escaping from the corner had to mean it was still daylight. 

The pit of my stomach jerked again and growled, begging for substance. My hands covered it automatically, as if trying to stifle the sound and soothe it.

Footsteps coming from the lower floor reached my ears. 

I lied there, in wait, processing that there was someone in my home and I had heard it walls and metres away.

For once in this life, I wondered who was more in danger – myself or the intruder? 

Something coiled behind my navel. I wondered if it was just hunger — and what sort of hunger was this? For food or something else? – or my new found instincts playing up as they often did when I was around Dracula.

Pushing myself out of bed, my toes pointing and landing, carefully as if I was a ballerina to not make any noise, I made my way to the corridor. As I hugged the bannister, the cold wood touched the naked skin on my stomach, and only then did I realise that all I wore was a bra and hot pants. Returning to my room, I grabbed my robe, a navy blue silk that somehow always disguised the fact that I had just woken up.

On the first landing of the stairs, trying to keep as silent as possible, I crouched to peek around the bannister to catch a glimpse of my living room, populated only by my library and a coat thrown over the couch.

A meow echoed up, coming from the kitchen, and a woman’s voice cooed back, “I know, baby, let’s see if aunt Y/N has anything for you.”

“Di?” I called. 

“Oh, Y/N!” She exclaimed from downstairs, unseen. “I didn’t expect you to be home. I’m sorry to barge in.”

“No worries. I’ll be down in a second.”

Diana, cradling one of her cats like a baby, smiled at me when I turned the corner on the kitchen. Another one of her babies, a tuxedo cat, twirled between her legs, meowing non stop. 

“I swear I’m not usually this nosy– hey, stop squirming, I know you’re hungry.” She adjusted the calico cat on her lap, Hedy Lamarr, and the other one at her feet was Liz Taylor. She had Laurence Olivier as a cat, as well as Clark Gable, the Hollywood cats, but they were nowhere to be seen now. “I ran out of cat food and tuna so I came to see if you had any left in your pantry,” Di explained, looking apologetic. “I’ve been between meetings all day and couldn’t find the time to run to the store.”

“I think I have some of their food, from when you were in Scotland,” I said, uncrossing my arms and stepping around the kitchen island towards the pantry. Hedy jumped from Diana’s arms to the island, tail swinging in expectation. 

“Are you feeling sick?” Diana asked from behind me. 

Rummaging through shelves in the pantry, I barely spared her a glance as I continued my search for cat food. “I’m fine,” I said, putting more strength in my voice to make me believe it too. “Why do you ask?”

“Well. It’s Monday 3pm and you’re home in your robe.” At her words, my hand hovered over the box of pasta I was about to move. “And you look dreadful, to be honest.”

“Do I?” I asked, absently.

My mind was torn on wondering how awful I looked and how it could be Monday when I had gone to sleep on a Saturday after brunch with Mallory. Had I lost a day? Slept all through it, or simply did not have any recollection of it? 

Neither of those options boded well.

“You look sickly pale, Y/N,” Diana said. “Have you been eating lately?”

“Food poisoning,” I muttered as I closed my hand around a can of cat food. “Here, I found it.” I spun around to give it to Diana and found her too close for comfort. At this distance, I could see the specks of gold and green in her eyes and the fine lines around her eyes that she spent so much money to get rid of. I could smell her breath from here. And yet, she was still at an arm’s distance away. “I need to go back to bed.”

Bed, in the safety of my room, where I could cage myself until night came and so did Dracula.

Pushing the food to Diana, I dodged past her, breath held deep inside my chest, and made way to the hall. Feeling as if my head had disconnected from my neck, I steadied myself against the doorframe as my knees started to go weak. My vision went white. 

“Oh love!” Diana exclaimed behind me. A clatter followed by a meow and quick steps echoed in the kitchen before arms encircled my waist, pulling me up. “Gosh, Y/N, you’re heavier than I thought. No matter. Come on, let’s rest in the sitting room.”

“I’m fine,” I grumbled, pushing my forehead against the wall as if that could help me stabilize.

“You don’t look fine. Straighten those legs, come on, can’t do this without you. Hells, I’m getting old, Y/N.” Commanding my brain to focus on one sense, I did as she told me. “Atta girl. Now to the sitting room.” She hugged me close, arms squeezing below my ribs and expelling all the breath I was trying to hold. I gasped for air. Diana’s breath filled my nostrils with the smell of tea, blueberries and yoghurt – her last meal. Concealed beneath that lay a subtle scent, discernible for its lively sweetness.

“Di– I need you to go.” I barely recognised my voice as my own. The thread of consciousness keeping me alert identified a searing pain in my jaw that spiked up to my head. 

“Nonsense. One foot in front of the other. Come on,” she huffed, nudging the back of my knees with her legs. She chuckled, the sound so foreign and happy that for a moment I held onto it and the pain of hunger dulled for a second. “Remember when you got home so drunk you couldn’t climb up the stairs? I found you asleep in front of the stairs, covered in all the coats you could find. You looked like a nestled kitten.”

“The day you ordered McDonalds for lunch instead of cooking us lunch on Saturday,” I murmured. 

“Sacrilege but yes. First and last time, but you needed a good hangover cure, to be fair, and nothing better than that.”

“You carried me to the sitting room.” 

“Pushed you, more like it.” At that, she pushed me a little harder to make my legs move, and my hands flew up to steady myself, finding nothing but air to grasp at. Diana’s shoulder pressed under mine and her hip nudged mine to distribute my weight towards her. My head swivelled, quickly finding a comfortable spot on Di’s arm when my neck proved a little too feeble to carry it. Eyes adjusting through white blotches in my vision, the bite on Diana’s neck peaked back at me between her silver hair. Two punctures glowing at me as a wolf’s glare in the dark. A fat tear formed on the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes in shame, knowing that tear came from desperate hunger and not fear. Deep, ravenous, gut wrenching hunger unlike any I had ever felt. “Y/N, don’t pass out please. Almost to the sofa now. If you fall, you’ll take me down with you.”

Yes, yes, I would.

I bit my lip, and felt a distinct sharpness that should not be there.

“Di, I’m so sorry,” I uttered, hardly believing the words as tears spilled from shut eyes. Wrapping my hand around her arm, telling myself I needed to push her away – please, please, away , AWAY – and instead, it pulled her as in the inescapable grasp of vine that squeezes a tree and constricts its bark, never letting go unless plied off. Unwillingly, my body shifted closer, angling towards Diana. “So so sorry,” I whispered, voice nearing a hiss as my eyes opened again.

I nuzzled closer. 

I felt Diana tense up. My grip grew tighter on her instinctively. She could bolt now. Deep in me, just as I knew there was something wrong with me, Diana knew it too. Her fragrance kicked up as her heart spiked with adrenaline.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.”

“I know. I’m scared too,” I confessed. “Be very still. Very still,” I asked. “I’ll let you go.”

“Let me go,” she echoed. “Y/N, I don’t know what you’re playing at–”

“Disbelief. I’ve been there,” I said, oddly finding empathy while hunger burned hot. “Just be still. It’ll make it easier.” My gaze shot up to Diana’s profile. Her lip quivered as she peered at me from the corner of her eye, as if looking at me straight on would be too much. Somewhere in the house, a drumming started. So loud it startled me and my body jolted.

Diana moved.

But I moved with her as she tried to push me off. 

Our arms and legs tangled as this body unexpectedly gained a strength unbeknownst to me. It pinned her arms to her side as it locked around her. She spasmed, trying to fight this body that no longer belonged to me. Hunger was its own entity, and it screamed for sustenance. In the throes of pushing against me, she kicked at my feet and lost balance. We both went down to the floor, all my weight on top of her as if I was the rock tied to her feet that dragged her to the bottom of a lake. 

Silver hair spilled on the rug. Revealed, my gaze zeroed in on the crook of her neck where a vein pulsed. I think I heard her scream but the drumming was so loud it was easy to ignore. My unseeing eyes barely registered my friend’s expression before leaning down and biting on the vein that Dracula had shown me.

Blood inundated my mouth, entrancing me completely. A hollow sound escaped from her as her blood slid down my throat like hot honey. Her hands pushed at me and I held them to the ground. Nothing could perturb this feeling. I was gulping light. My skin felt so hot it might have blistered. I lapped up the blood that spurted from those tiny cuts I had made. Too little. A fountain of blood is what I needed. So I bit, ripped with teeth and syrupy blood bubbled up to be savoured. It pulsed in streams with every desperate beat of her heart.

I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

I filled myself up until her hands, intertwined with mine, slowly gave up. Distantly, I heard her gurgling a breath. And with it, the river of blood streaming down my throat slowed to a trickle to match the dying pace of her heart. 

My tongue poked at the wounds I had done, pressing them as before in search for the even flow of blood of only moments ago, and this time, I felt the texture of torn skin, ripped to ribbons, the awful rubbery muscles of Diana’s neck touched my tongue back, and I recoiled. I sat back, eyes focusing on the scene beneath me, and I kicked away. The hole I made on her neck seemed to stare at me as if the wound I made had life to accuse me. It gaped, like a second, gory mouth, open in shock. 

The stairs poked my spine as I pushed myself back, stopping me in my tracks. What remained of blood pooled under Diana. Scarlet entwined with the silver of her hair, contrasting with the waxy tone she had acquired. She could just as easily be confused with a broken doll, limbs askance, parted lips, and the broken porcelain of her neck.

An awful gasping sound came from her, making me gasp in return and scurrying to her side. Her hands spasmed as I came closer. Somehow still alive and yet when I looked in her eyes, there was barely any light there.

“I am so sorry, Diana. I didn’t mean to. I-I don’t know what to do. Di? Do you hear me? Are you there?”

Her eyes rolled to meet me. Maybe she could survive this - I thought for a second - but her eyes lost the determination as she stared at me, a teardrop running down her cheek, and went empty. 

“No- no…” the single word from my lips dragged out in the chilling silence of the hallway.

Knelt before her, my tears poured onto the corpse of my friend. 

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[dominantslasherking]

I read your bbc Dracula x male reader posts and loved them. For some reason the reincarnated lover one reminded me of The Last Voyage of Demeter movie (recommended if you like horror movies).

I mean no offense to you, the works were great, I’m very sorry if it offended you in any way.

Now to the ask:

I was looking through tumblr for that Dracula x male reader but the only ones I found were yours as the rest were female reader, so I was wondering, if you still write for him of course, if you can just make fluffy moments. No smut or anything like that but just Dracula and his lover enjoying each other’s company.

Dracula(2020 series) with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Dracula prepares a soothing bath with rose petals and scented oils. He and his lover soak in the warm water, talking and enjoying each other's presence. Warnings: Pure Fluff, Wholesome, (A hint of seductive touches but nothing more.)

The scent in the air was sweet, the relaxing type of sweet, not too overwhelming just so faint that it can relax the senses. You close your eyes, letting the warm water linger on your skin. You slowly open your eyes once more as you hear the creaking of the door. "May I join you? My love?" Dracul had calmly asked his voice holding a velvety undertone. Turning your head slightly, "Of course." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Shifting your gaze, you noticed that Dracula was holding a tray, a tray which was full of rose petals. The candles of the castle, dimply lit upon Dracula's face, he was still in his suit. The candles have cast a romantic sense inside the bathing area. playful shadows dancing on the water surface of the large bath.

Carefully Dracula approached taking a seat at a nearby bench inside the bathing area, picking up the petals, Dracula had flown them in the air, just above you in the bath. Within an instance of the petals falling, Dracula's clothes were neatly folded on the bench and he had already joined you in the tub fully naked. As the two of them had soaked not only in the water but also in the silence for a while, Dracula's gaze solely fell onto you. "My apologies, beloved. A rogue rose petal has dared to find refuge in your hair." his sultry voice spoke, reaching up his fingers and easily plucking the petal out. "Thank you." You sweetly spoke, your husky voice echoing into Dracula's ears. Dracula's lips slowly pressed against your cheek, as he whispered "You're welcome." And in that simple gesture, an affectionate tension hung in the air. As their bodies had bathed in the glow of their eternal feelings for one another

[nocturnalnella]

Alright, so I get the impression you definitely do not write requests, or at least don't plan to in this moment.

BUT I wanted to propose an idea for a Drac oneshot that you might like. Perhaps you could incorporate it as a sort of separate thing to your main story that is connected to it? Idk it doesn't matter.

Let's envision it... reader is sitting by the fireplace, reading or just generally being busy, she's got a small but irritating scab on her thigh or something because the dry air of winter isn't agreeing much with her skin. Dracula doesn't say ANYTHING when he notices her unconsciously picking at it. Because he knows if she peels it, he gets to lap it up. What a freak, right?

I feel so normal about this 🤗

Notes : It’s short but I did not know how far you wanted it to go 🩸

Warnings : blood play, violence ( sexual context )

Words : 315

Pairing : Dracula x Female reader

A Flickering Flame.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Y/N sat cozied up by the fireplace, the warm glow of the flames dancing across her face as she turned the pages of her book. She had been meaning to get back to it for days, but the dry air of winter had been playing havoc with her skin. A small, pesky scab on her thigh had been driving her mad, and she found herself constantly picking at it, trying to scratch the itch.

As she read, her fingers absently reached down to probe the tender skin, her nails grazing the scab. Her eyes never wavered from the page, but her hand moved involuntarily, a habit she was powerless to break.

Dracula stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. He had been watching her for some time, studying her as she read, her face aglow in the firelight. His gaze drifted down to her thigh, where her fingers continued to pick at the scab.

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he recalled the countless times he'd seen women like her, driven mad by the simplest things. The way she was so lost in her book, oblivious to his presence, was almost...amusing.

And that scab on her thigh? A little present just waiting to be unwrapped.

Without making a sound, he glided closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached out to gently graze the scab with his fangs. Y/N's eyes flickered up to his face, startled, as she felt a shiver run down her spine.

For a moment, they locked gazes, and Dracula's eyes flashed with hunger. Then, with a swift, gentle bite, he sank his fangs into the tender skin of her thigh.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She tried to pull away, but Dracula's grip was gentle, his hold firm. As he drank from her wound, his eyes never left hers, drinking in the sight of her as if it was the only thing that mattered.

"Oh," she breathed, feeling a strange sense of abandon wash over her. "Oh, God."

Dracula's response was low and husky, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please. Don't be dramatic. It's just a little snack."

As he drank on, his eyes never left hers, and Y/N felt herself melting under his gaze. She was lost in the depths of his eyes, drowning in the hunger that burned within them.

But for now, it was enough that he had taken what he wanted. Enough that he had claimed her as his own, if only for a moment. As he lifted his head, his fangs retracted, and he smiled at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Thank you," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "That was lovely."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She was still trying to process what had just happened when Dracula vanished into thin air, leaving her sitting alone by the fireplace, her thigh throbbing with a strange new pain.

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

[moonlightmaeve]

This is one of the first Dracula fanfics I wrote, I put Dracula's words and actions into red to help distinguish them from mine. Let me know your thoughts on how this affects the flow/readability. For a bit of context, this is based on BBCs 2020 Dracula. One of his powers is obtaining memories and information through the taste and smell of blood. That's why he licks for a term he'd forgotten. Please let me know if you enjoy this and if I should post more of my writing!!!

"Drac, do you think I'm a bad person?"

"I think that's a bit too philosophical for a Friday night."

"But you love philosophy."

"I like to study philosophy in the same way that you like to study black holes. You cannot even imagine–"

*looks pensively and moves his tongue around in his mouth before resorting to licking the small wounds on my neck*

"–ah yes spaghettification. I cannot even imagine morality. You don't wish to be crushed by the indescribable force beyond an event horizon and I would hate to believe in good or evil."

"Now THAT'S too philosophical for a Friday night. Just answer my question."

"I'll humour you since I am the closest thing to a god that you will ever know. Everything I know about morality is what the blood tells me. Some people regard themselves as honourable but are quite bitter."

*he moves closer to me, and places his hands authoritatively on my shoulder and looks into my eyes.*

"You often have the soured tinge of guilt, a habit that you must cut back on, for the sake of my enjoyment."

"So my blood tells you I'm guilty? By that account I should be terribly ugly as well."

*getting notably frustrated* "No. Your blood tells me that you are still caught up in the lies humanity likes to tell itself. Concepts of good and evil, beautiful and ugly. They are nearly completely absent from the rest of the universe. They live only in feeble minds that allow them to simmer and grow."

"But when I feel guilt, it becomes real because it is real to me. Isn't that how everything is created?"

"My god, clearly you're not listening to me."

*I grin at the opportunity for a joke to break growing tension* "my... what? I thought that's a name we don't say in this house."

*he flashes a mischievous smirk back at me* "quite right my dear" *moving his hands from my shoulders to my waist to pull me closer to him* "we also don't talk about good and bad" *he kisses my head*

"I'll try to avoid it in the future, maybe we should start a swear jar or something, in case I bring up ethics again."

*looking obviously amused and curious, his voice takes on a decisively playful tone.* "a swear jar??"

"Ya know it's like I have to give you some money every time I swear. Except for instead of saying FUCK, it'll be 'good or evil.'"

"Watch your tongue young lady, or I'll pierce it for you. And yes now that you say that I do recall it, from the 80s. Money is something I have little need for and much of. Now attend my words very carefully darling. Your beloved cat kills baby birds because she was made by nature to do so. I erm ‐harvest‐ blood because I need it to survive. And you, you are often moved by something unseen and powerful that you crave. There is no good or bad in that. Do not bring it up again. Come back with sweet, shame-free blood."

"Drac?"

"Yes?"

"You said 'good or bad' just then, now give me £5"

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keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

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the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

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david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

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daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

star trek (tos/aos)

jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, hikaru sulu, pavel chekov, montgomery scott, janice rand, christine chapel

xmen

charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, logan howlett, scott summers, jean grey, ororo munroe, rogue, remy lebeau, kevin sydney, lucas bishop, mystique, emma frost, kurt wagner, hank mccoy, jubilee

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Overworked Blorbo Battle Round 1!

Round 1 will be split into 8 waves of 8 week long polls with each wave being posted 24 hours after the previous begins. The first wave will start on Friday the 29th of July at 3pm BST

The matchups are listed under the readmore

The matchups were all randomised although I did make minor adjustments if I thought one was much too unfair.

Wave 1:

Ada Paige (Rythm Doctor) Vs Sips (Fools Gold)

Cliopher Mdang (The Hands Of The Emperor) Vs The Manager (The Hotel Podcast)

Adam Parrish (The Raven Cycle) Vs Five Pebbles (Rain World)

Almond Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Dot Campbell (The Wilds) Vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Arthur Lester (Malevolent Podcast) Vs Gordon Michael Schwinn (A New Brain)

Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena) Vs Fu Hua (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Commander Peepers (Wander Over Yonder) Vs Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K.)

Wave 2:

Bucky Barnes (Marvel) Vs Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson)

Dana Scully (The X Files) Vs Gregor Samsa (Metamorphosis)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom) Vs Harrowhark Nonagesimus (Gideon The Ninth)

George Cubbins/Karim (Lockwood and Co) Vs Ling Wen (Heaven’s Official Blessing)

DC/GOV (Welcome To The Table) Vs Pandemonica (Helltaker)

David Jacobs (Newsies) Vs Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) Vs Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls) Vs Charlie Magne (Hazbin Hotel)

Wave 3:

Gilgamesh Wulfenbach (Girl Genius) Vs Charlotte Dubois (Falsettos)

Jaehee Kang (Mystic Messenger) Vs Angela (Lobotomy Corporation)

Kevin Kandy (Spooky Month) Vs Robin (Smash Legends)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) Vs Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica) Vs Ratchet (Transformers)

Hunter (The Owl House) Vs Ponder Stibbons (Discworld)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing) Vs Aymeric De Borel (Final Fantasy)

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) Vs Luisa Madrigal (Encanto)

Wave 4:

Jean Gunnhildr (Genshin Impact) Vs Aki Hayakawa (Chainsaw Man)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives) Vs William T Spears (Black Butler)

Jotaro Kujo (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Vs Adora (She Ra)

Keito Hasumi (Ensemble Stars!) Vs Doppo Kannonzaka (Hypnosis Mic)

Jeremie Belpois (Code Lyoko) Vs Chip Revvington (Toontown: Corporate Clash)

Jamil Viper (Twisted Wonderland) Vs Lisa Wilbourn (Worm)

Guillermo de la Cruz (What We Do In The Shadows) Vs Buffy Summers (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

Kim Dojka (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) Vs Shang Qinghua (Scum Villain's Self-Saving System)

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Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter) Vs Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai/Colorful Stage)

Lucifer (Obey Me!) Vs The Elsen (Off)

Marsh (Mistborn) Vs Lisa Cuddy (House MD)

Matthew Venn (The Long Call) Vs Carol Hathaway (ER)

Larry Needlemeyer (The Amazing World Of Gumball) Vs Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium)

Merlin (BBC Merlin) Vs Dick Gumshoe (Ace Attorney)

Maedhros Feanorian (The Simarillion) Vs Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Laerryn Coramar Seelie (Critical Role) Vs Lucretia (The Adventure Zone)

Wave 6:

Miles O’Brien (Star Trek) Vs Jonathan Harker (Dracula)

Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2) Vs Susan Taxpayer (Susan Taxpayer)

MK (Lego Monkey Kid) Vs Kunikida Doppo (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Molly Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) Vs Emma Perkins (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals)

Mrs Doyle (Father Ted) Vs Jess Jordan (Succession)

Nicholas Benedict (The Mysterious Benedict Society) Vs Jafar (Twisted: The Story Of A Royal Vizier)

Nishida (Yakuza) Vs Touta Matsuda (Death Note)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Vs Alfred Pennyworth (Batman)

Wave 7:

Olruggio (Witch Hat Atelier) Vs Walter Pensive (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Parsley Botch (Smile For Me) Vs Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Raphael Walt (My Next Life as a Villainess) Vs Hawkeye Pierce (MASH)

Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die) Vs Reim Lunettes (Pandora Hearts

SecUnit (The MurderBot Diaries) Vs Lamplighter (Oneshot)

The Captain (BBC Ghosts) Vs Munkustrap (Cats)

Retsuko (Aggretsuko) Vs Burgerpants (Undertale)

Ryotaro Dojima (Persona) Vs Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa)

Wave 8:

Steven Alen Starphase (Blood Blockade Battlefront/Kekkai Sensen) Vs Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Shota Aizawa (My Hero Academia) Vs Loid Forger (Spy X Family)

Stanley (The Stanley Parable) Vs Rory Williams (Doctor Who)

The Cabbage Merchant (Avatar The Last Airbender) Vs Larry (Pokémon)

Mario & Luigi (Super Mario Bros) Vs Link (The Legend Of Zelda)

Peregrine Mendicant (Homestuck) Vs Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) Vs Will Graham (Hannibal)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony) Vs Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego)

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Genres - Fluff, Angst, Crossover, Time Travel AU, Songfic, Isekai, Hurt/comfort, Character x Reader, HCs, One-shots, maybe a Mini Series, possibly Character x Oc, Character x Reader x Character, Love Triangles, Slow Burn

Fandoms I currently write for -

The Legend of Vox Machina

Once Upon A Time

The Witcher (game, series & books)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Steven Universe

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

Shadowhunters (series, movie & books - I just finished the 2nd book so please no spoilers)

Black Butler (manga)

My Hero Academia

Spy × Family

Jujutsu Kaisen

Folk of the air

Pirates of the Caribbean

Thundercats (2011 bcs I haven't seen the 80s version yet)

Moriarty The Patriot

Gargoyles

Bungou Stray Dogs

Ninjago

LMK

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Sherlock BBC

Doctor Who

X-Men

Demon Slayer

TMNT (2003 and 2012 versions)

Gravity Falls

Castlevania

Stranger Things

Jurassic Park

Independence Day

Tim Burton movies

The Arcana

Inside Job

Blood of Zeus

Mia & Me

Maya and the Three

Beauty and the Beast

Transformers (Bay)

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse + Across the Spider-Verse

Avengers

Good Omens

Howl's Moving Castle

Van Helsing 2004

Tales of Arcadia

I won't write; NSFW/Lemon/Smut (It'll only be implied), Incest, Character x Character, Pedophilia

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distorted lullabies [chapter XXVIII]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: aftermath, still a bit of gore

Pairing: Dracula x reader

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Upstairs, my phone rang. 

Diana’s dull, brightless eyes drew me into its emptiness. I half expected her to blink or to give me some sign of life or get up and start dancing ballet to prove that this was a nightmare and somehow I was still cocooned in my duvet upstairs. But the lingering taste of blood in my mouth couldn’t be ignored or made into a silly delusion.

Her skin between my teeth had been real. The flesh rending, blood pouring while she pushed and debated under me. And the sweetness, the thick hot taste of her– to still think of it as she lay dead before me was degenerate but even through the horror I could not forego the blissful feeling of consuming life.

The phone ring stopped. Then, started again.

Extending my hand, I touched my fingertips to Diana’s eyelids and carefully closed them, ignoring how much they felt like paper. I sprang up, running my hands over my face in a stupid attempt to clean up which only resulted in smearing blood all over myself. I wiped my hands on my robe as I leapt two steps at a time to the stairs. 

Reaching my room, in the midst of my duvet where I had nestled no more than 10 minutes ago, my phone lit bright with Dracula’s name as the caller. 

I answered it as I paced to the window of my bedroom. 

“What happened?” My lover asked before I spoke a word. 

“You know?” I whispered. 

“Something has changed. I feel you.” His voice sounded stern, yet interested. “Tell me.”

My stare found a faint reflection on the window glass. I paused as my brain needed a second to process that I was looking at myself. Strands of hair looked wet as if I had just showered but the colour was unmistakable. A half mask of red covered my face. I looked savage. 

“Diana. I-” Watching myself speak put a knot on my throat. I closed my eyes, tried to swallow the knot but all it did was bring Diana’s taste back to my tongue. “I bit her.” Covering my face with a hand in shame, I continued, “I couldn’t control myself. She was so close and I was so hungry and it hurt. It was all I could think about. And when I noticed- we were on the floor and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Oh god- I couldn’t.”

Peeking between my fingers, I looked through the window down in the garden. Two of Diana’s cats sat looking up at me. Down by my ankles, a third one had made its way to my room. The little calico Hedy squeaked at me, still twining between my legs as her tail danced in an obvious sign that she was trying to get my attention. Diana hadn’t had the chance to feed her and the poor thing was still hungry.

“She’s dead,” Dracula stated on the phone after a long pause. I bobbed my head even if he couldn’t see me. “Stay put. I’m coming over.”

“No, don't hang up! Please. If you do, I’ll be alone with her.” I stifled a sob as I sank down next to the cat, resting my back beneath the window sill. “She’s in my hallway, downstairs, by the front door. I don’t know what to do.”

“Y/N, I need to come over and deal with the body. The sun is setting, I can be there in an hour or so.” I opened my mouth to protest and as if knowing I was going to say it was too long, he carried on. “Renfield lives closer to you, he can keep you company until I arrive and help with the situation. I’ll tell him to go over.”

“I don’t trust myself,” I breathed. “I’m still thinking about it over and over again. I can still taste her. It won’t go away. What if I turn on Renfield? If I kill him, too? I’ll die, do you understand? I can’t kill someone I love again. I can’t - no he can’t come over. Please just be here fast.”

“Y/N,” he sighed on the line. “Darling.”

“You’re glad, aren’t you? God, you’re probably doing fucking pirouettes over this.”

“I am not glad you killed your friend, Y/N. I know Diana was important to you.” A long pause as if he was letting mull that over. “Like I said, I can feel you. Feel what you feel. On Saturday something changed after I drank from you. This has never been the case before, not even when we were bonded.”

His words weighed my heart down to my stomach. 

“I think I lost a day. I don’t remember anything from yesterday – I mean, it’s as if it never existed. I slept on Saturday and woke up today. Monday.”

“You were half asleep when I arrived Saturday night. You asked me to lie next to you and bite you. Do you not remember?”

“No,” I said in a small voice. “I’m sure it’ll come back to me at some point.” I swallowed down my panic. “Just, please, come here. I need you.”

“I’ll drive fast.” 

The call went dead. 

Hedy hopped on my lap and started purring. 

An hour was a long time to sit and wait. I needed to get up, clean myself, feed the cats and cover Diana with something. Leaving her corpse exposed in the hallway while I went about the house seemed disrespectful. The thought almost made me snicker – why did respect matter now that I had taken her life? As if anything that simple would clear my mind. 

Then there was the matter of my lost memory – another heavy burden on my crowded mind. 

I ran the events of Saturday in my brain. Waking up after the farewell party for Renfield, taking a photo of Dracula, the taxi ride to V&A, fighting with Mallory, coming home and talking with Dracula over the phone. I remembered it all until I went to sleep. And there was the dream of asking him to bite me, but what if that was not a dream? He had said himself he had bit me. 

I touched the sides of my neck. Aside from the previous scars he had given me, there was no fresh wound. Peeking inside my robe, my gaze landed on my cleavage but the bites there were gone without a trace of scarring. No scabbing, no ridge, not even a paler outline of his teeth. My arms, which had been veritably torn open by Dracula only a few nights ago, were unblemished. 

No fresh bites anywhere I could see. 

On impulse, I pushed Hedy aside, raised the robe to expose my legs and looked at my inner thighs. Also unblemished. Either I couldn’t find where Dracula bit me, or my body healed over a bite that was a day old.

Hedy bumped her face on my chin, pulling my mind away from reeling. To the small cat, her hunger was more important than me losing my mind. I extended a trembling hand to pet her. She smelled the tips of my fingers stained with blood and licked me with her rough tongue. 

Diana was still all over me. I muttered a silly apology to the cat as I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t dare to look at myself in the mirror when I stripped. 

The water burnt my skin as it hit my back. Even so, my entire body trembled as if I was cold. 

Dracula would deal with the body, he said. He would have ideas, after all he had practice. 

Diana had no next of kin to report her as missing, but her work would undoubtedly notice her absence and contact the police. They would come knocking for a welfare check, break in when there was no response and start an investigation. If Scotland Yard was even the slightest bit competent they would interview me and if they found reasonable grounds to search my home and use luminol – well, that’s an easy arrest. 

How my mind was even cogitating such things was beyond comprehension. I convinced myself it was the lawyer in me – the rational, calculating cold front – taking hold so I didn’t succumb to panic.

When I stepped out of the shower, I automatically raised my eyes up to the mirror and was glad to see it clouded by steam. As I considered whether I should wash the robe and underwear or throw them in the fireplace, my phone rang from my room. The clothes went in the washer. I would arrange a fire later. 

Hedy had hopped on the bed to wait, and was now accompanied by two of her brothers – the tabby Clark Gable and the orange Laurence Olivier. Liz Taylor was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t unusual. Of all Diana’s cats, Liz was the only one to hiss at me and stay away. Not even having an empty stomach could summon her to my room.

Holding onto my towel, I patted them on their heads before answering the phone. 

“Hi, Renfield.”

“How are you?”

By his tone, he knew. Dracula must have called. 

“I don’t have a clue, really,” I responded, rather sincerely as I sat down on the bed. Laurence started to lick the water droplets from my arm. “I’m sort of waiting to go catatonic or go on hysterics.”

“People deal with things differently.”

“I just ripped out the throat of one of my best friends, one would think I would be going insane with guilt and yet—”

“There is no right reaction, Y/N. You know you loved her.”

The words washed over me. All the love in the world couldn’t stop the hunger for her blood. What good was love when a bigger force drove me?

“Why are you calling, Renfield?” I murmured. 

“The master said you didn’t want to be alone. He had me call you. He’s on his way,” he answered. “I would’ve called either way.” I nodded. Renfield had met Diana in many of my birthday parties. Probably knew each other well enough to stop in the street and make small talk. Somewhere in my phone there was a photo of me hugging Di and Mallory years ago that Renfield had taken. That night, his cheeks were ruddy from whiskey and he actually smiled when taking the photo while demanding that we did the same. “I’m truly sorry.”

“I am, too,” I almost whispered. 

We stood in silence over the phone until Laurence had licked me clean of shower water. 

“Renfield,” I began. “Does Count Dracula still own his castle in Romania?”

“Not anymore.” There was almost a question mark at the end of the phrase. He was almost asking me why the odd question. “After more than a century unoccupied, it has become a protected site by the government. Last I checked it is now a museum.”

“Does he have land anywhere outside the UK?” I continued. 

“No.” The two syllable word dragged out as if in thought. He had figured it out. “But not too difficult to acquire with his estate.”

“Something remote but still properly close to a big city in case of emergencies, you see,” I pressed on. Renfield hummed in accordance. “How quickly could it be arranged, do you think?”

“I would need time to research, and to run it by him. A month perhaps? Maybe less. However, not the smartest idea to acquire in his name. There will certainly be an investigation after Diana, you know as well as I that the police will attempt to interview you, and when they see you left the country–”

“Will be suspicious, I know.”

“You’re easily linked to Count Dracula by everyone in the office. You and him disappearing and buying property somewhere else–”

“We use your name,” I interjected. “You’re retiring. Makes sense you would acquire a house to spend time abroad.”

“Not a bad idea at all.” 

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. The cats hopped up from the bed as if they had been shocked and ran down stairs before I could react much. 

“I think Dracula is here. I’ll call you later to brainstorm.”

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🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

Oh... crap.. mmm... well there are many. Truly many that I have enjoyed writing. It's a tie between my OC Dracula and Requested Dr. Alexi

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Dracula BBC x reader

Warnings: Olden times, smut, age gap, vampire things, sexual harassment, abusive fiancé, swearing, slightly dark and questionable xD, turning, vampire things

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You awoke to a lonely bed like you suspected, but it didn’t hurt any less. You dressed for the day and went about your chores and hobbies. Your mind was lost, your heart heavy in your chest. You wanted to feel love, to be held like a rose, gently and cared for, watered to be able to bloom. You could dream and wish, but you were stuck in the weeds, the thorns around your neck and ring finger, an evil man having you as a puppet. Your fiancé didn’t make any form of contact, didn’t visit during the week days, his parents were the only ones to confirm the marriage arrangement for Saturday. Held at the church, under gods name shall you be bound. It broke you many nights, you didn’t see Dracula, you missed his cool embrace and his hand gently massaging your scalp. You dreamt many nights of him holding you close while he took you, praised you, filled you up with the desire and needs you wished for.

Friday night was tense, you stayed in your room cursing everything till you saw a figure behind you.

“Count?” You questioned. He was in the shadows, snarling with every breath. You walked closed, saw his face, the red eyes, blood dripping from his mouth, fangs instead of teeth.

“I told you” he said like he was out of breath while he wiped his mouth.

“There are ways” he said as you shuffled back frightened.

“What did you do?” You asked body shaking. He frowned at you as he came into the candle light.

“Disposed of a true evil” he licked his lips and you leant against the wall holding a hand over your heart.

“You- you killed and- fed? From him” you whispered. Your mind was running and yet you felt relief, that bastard was no more, no marriage, no bruises.

“Fed then killed” Dracula corrected. You gulped a little feeling a bit sick to the stomach. You knew he was an odd fellow, this made sense now, words of mortal and the hiding in the shadows, the strange lack of light and odd servants.

“Frightened, Little flower?” he whispered coming closer. Apart of you should’ve been, but you felt free.

“Or free?” He asked as you looked to the floor ashamed.

“There’s no shame in feeling free” he cupped your jaw and lifted your head so you looked at him.

“Free to do what you please” his words coaxed you. You stared at his brown eyes, no more red in them, a monster had set you free. Yet here you were caged by him.

“I’m caged by you” you said and he frowned. His hand slipped as his eyes searched yours before he stepped back.

“I’m sorry” you said as he stared at you.

“I set you free” he was angry, understandable, perhaps you were to fly into his arms.

“Dracula-“ you began sighing.

“What do you want?” His words sounded desperate.

“I want someone to love me” you whispered.

“For who I am and not to make me some slave or housewife” you said tears in your eyes.

“What do you want?” You asked.

“You” he said eyes dark, your heart sped up a bit in fear thinking he would drink you dry here.

“You’re scared of me, most are” you felt tears roll down your cheeks as you stepped forward.

“I don’t know what to do” you said sadly.

“I have to let you go little flower, I’ll kill you slowly” he said stepping closer. You leant your head against his chest and he sighed.

“You’re supposed to take what you want, you’re supposed to kill me” you said softly.

“Yes” he muttered.

“Why aren’t you?” You looked up to him, tears in your eyes. He cupped your cheeks, wiped your eyes and kissed your forehead softly.

“A beast and his beauty” he smirked slightly and you stared at him.

“I never understood this feeling till you my dear” he gently stroked your cheek.

“That night I saw you” he sighed.

“Little flower” he whispered. You leant up to him and he sighed leaning down to grant you one last kiss.

“I may have not known you for long Dracula” you began softly pulling back.

“I don’t know what this is” he smiled sadly at your words.

“Neither do I” you nodded slightly.

“Is it wrong to indulge one last night?” His eyes glazed over at your words and your cheeks held a flush on them.

“It’ll be harder to leave” he whispered as you closed the gap.

“Maybe that isn’t a bad thing” you said before you kissed him again. It was passionate, you cupped his cheeks as his arms went around your waist. He snarled softly against your lips rested his hand on your thigh before you got the hint and jumped. He carried you to the bed, laid you down before covering you with his body and claiming his lips again. You moaned softly taking his cloak off and letting it slip to the floor. His hands roamed your sides, took their time with feeling your body move and shiver. Just like your hands till you grew impatient of the lack of skin. He chuckled against your lips when you worked his shirt of with a frustrated sigh.

“Need help my dear?” He whispered amused, before kissing your neck. You finally unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. You ran your hands over his back, felt his muscles move with him as he kissed you again. Your night gown came off easily with a tare. You gasped as he grinned down at you.

“You owe me a night gown” you said as he chuckled.

“I shall take a while to repay” he grinned sliding the broken fabric off and onto the floor before admiring your body’s. You didn’t leave any undergarments on, flush in front of him his eyes roamed your body. You turned your head feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“Don’t hide from me little flower” he whispered as you turned your head to him. He kissed you again, his hands against your flushed skin as the ran up your sides. You felt shivers going over you, goosebumps forming. You moved softly into the kiss as he gently cupped one of your breasts. His lips moved, down to your jaw, neck, collar bone and down to the swell of your breast. You gasped at his mouth closing around your nipple, his fangs were gently as he bit slightly. Your back arched and you whimpered slightly. He moved onto the next one and worked out of the rest of his clothes while you arched your back. He pushed himself up slightly, panting and looking at you. You stared back and he kissed you again, softly this time, a strange tenderness in it.

“Drac” you whispered as you saw his shoulders sag.

“Drac” you repeated cupping his cheeks as he looked to you.

“A king never leaves his queen” he whispered watching his fangs. You gasped when he bit down your eyes shutting and your world changing.

It was still your room, Dracula was kissing you tenderly while his fingers worked you open. You moaned at the feeling, he lifted his head before removing his fingers. You whined quietly at him at the lost, listening to the chuckle he let out before he spread your legs more.

“You’re mine” he said thrusting in. You groaned the stretch stinging. You closed your eyes and arched your back while he kissed your neck roughly. You slowly lowered your back, relaxed and adjusted.

“Good flower” he whispered as he slowly moved. His movements were shallow, small ins and outs before he went out more and sped up. You made a small noise at each thrust, your breathing getting heavier with his thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck, held him close while he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You moaned softly into his ear as you came legs shaking and your breathing ragged. His hips stuttered before he came too, he rode it out, gentle thrusts before he pulled out. You groaned softly, felt as he laid a top of you and held you close.

“You’re turning me” you whispered feeling in pure bliss.

“Yes” he said and you nodded.

“I’ll be here when you wake up” he whispered as your eyes slid shut.

He unlatched his fangs, lapped up the wound and watched it heal, you weren’t breathing, heart still and going cold. He watched you twitch quickly though his eyes wide as you quickly came back with a small thrash. Your eyes opened quickly and he leant over you.

“You’ve bloomed my queen” he whispered.

[moonlightmaeve]

So I've written quite a few one-off fics based on BBCs Dracula 2020, but I'm trying to decide if it would be worth trying to turn into a longer form story?? I have a rough idea of a plot in mind and I've renamed the character in case "Dracula" is too cheesy for a novella. Thoughts?

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[cupofclouds]

🎃Hello lovely humans 🎃 

First of all, I wanted to thank everyone who has been subscribing to my channel. It gives me tremendous joy to feel that you guys enjoy the ambiences I make and it brings me happiness knowing that maybe they will help you with concentration, sleep or even anxiety. Thank you so much 💕 

To honor Mabon & Samhain/Halloween Season I decided to make a little “spooky” twist for the themes of October's ambiences; starting with the one and only: Count Dracula (in particular the 2020 adaptation from the BBC, which can give us mixed feeling but we can’t deny Claes Bang’s voice is a gift for all humanity). 

In this ambience you will spend a very chilled evening in Dracula’s library, where you will wander and read. The sounds of the wind, the fireplace, the wolves and Dracula’s whispers will embrace you and make you feel cosy and safe. 

I hope you enjoy it! Headphones recommended. 

Hugs, 

Cup of Clouds

[ewanfuckingmcgregor]

Delicious (18+)

Summary: Dracula had always saved you for a special occasion, tonight is that night |  (masterlist)

a/n: I started watching Dracula and I’m so inlove with him, I love bad boys, I don’t know if vampires can have sex but hey... its fanfiction, let me live. Also, sorry if this is bad, I tried my best with the limited time I had

When you first met Dracula, he drew you in. He was seductive, confident and intriguing. He always seemed to have some sort of hold on you. The night you met, you had danced for hours, he never grew tired. Dracula, although he hated to admit it, liked you. You were innocent and pure, and you looked delicious. He hadn’t tasted you yet, he wanted to save you for a special occasion, and tonight was that night. 

“You’re always so beautiful [Y/N]” Dracula says, interrupting your thoughts, you look up from your book, you smile at him. He’s stood in the doorway, hand wrapped around a glass. He licks his bottom lip, placing the glass down on the table, walking towards you. You look down at your book again, trying to regain yourself. Dracula pauses for a moment, lifting his hand up to drag his fingers along your jawline, roughly cupping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You look up at him, eyes wide, Dracula silently groans, leaning his head down to brush his lips on yours, you let out a soft whimper, he smirks. “I can hear your pulse pet, I know I excite you..’ His words make you tingle. 

He pulls you up, he’s much taller than you, he breathes in slowly, taking in you scent, he softly groans. He leans down again, finally pressing his lips on yours. You taste blood, its metallic. He lets his hand drop to your waist digging his fingers in hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls your body flush against his, he wraps his arms tightly around you. 

He walks you back towards your bed, hitting the bed causing you to fall back. He hovers over you, humming softly against your lips. He lets go of your waist, grabbing you wrists and pinning them above your head, he moves from your lips, pressing his lips along your jawline and down your neck, he drags his tongue along your pulse point, he groans softly. He so badly wants to dig in but he wants to save you. 

You let out a soft whimper as he presses his lips along your collarbone, his fingers slide down, undoing your shirt and pushing it to the side to expose your breasts, he hums softly, pressing his lips down the valley of your chest, leaning his head over to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, causing you to whimper loudly. This causes him to growl against your flesh. He continues to work his way down your stomach, stopping at your hips. He licks his bottom lip, undoing your trousers pushing them down your legs. He drags his fingers along your pubic bone, hooking his finger and dragging your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side. 

He grins, breathing in slowly, taking in your scent, he leans his head down coming face to face with your core. He looks up at you, your eyes meet his, your eyes are needy. He smirks, wrapping his hands around your thighs, he leans his head down, dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit, causing you to whimper loudly. He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking softly, he moves his hand up to push two digits into you; his nails are sharp but you don't feel them. 

He continues to suck, slowly starting to pump his fingers in and out, you throw your head back, closing your eyes as you moan loudly, parting your lips as you let out a loud moan, cursing softly. He lets his eyes close, taking in your flavour, he continues to devour you. You feel your stomach start to tighten, you whimper loudly “Count… please don’t stop” He smirks, growling against your clit. You whimper again loudly, coming undone, cumming on his fingers. 

He grins, pulling away, licking his lips clean. He pulls away from you, undressing himself, he’s thick. He smirks, leaning down to settle himself between your legs, he grabs the base of his cock, lining himself up at your entrance, in one swift movement he pushes himself fully into you, you moan loudly arching your back, cursing loudly. He lets you adjust for a moment, before bottoming out and pushing himself back into you. You whimper loudly, licking your bottom lip and biting it hard. He slides his hand up to grip the base of your neck squeezing as he starts to thrust hard. 

He growls, letting his eyes close as he thrusts harder and harder. He doesn’t hold back. He breathes in slowly, letting go of your neck, burying his head into it, dragging his tongue along your pulse point again, he parts his lips, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin slightly as he continues to thrust harder and harder, you groan softly wrapping your arms around his shoulders, digging your fingers into his back. 

He lets out a groan as he twitches, he’s close. He pulls away, wrapping his hand around your neck again, you open your eyes looking into his, he smirks at you. You look so good and you feel even better. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer so he is as deep in you as he can be. He growls, biting down on his lip as he twitch, arching his back, cumming inside of you. You whimper loudly, letting your eyes close as you feel him fill you up. He waits for a moment, raising his hand to grip your chin, you open your eyes. His eyes are red, you whimper loudly, as he pushes your head to the side exposing your neck, he smirks, throwing his head down and digging his teeth into your neck.