#draculabbc

[dancinginashesandshadow]

[theplumsoldier]

eyes on me

summary: @yaziee wanted some drac smut so heres a lil something. hope its enough to quench the thirst! pairing: dracula x reader word count: 664 warning: explicit (18+); masturbation, voyeurism.

To Dracula seemingly every situation could be entertaining in some way. After all, you only have the fun you make. He was no hard man to please, especially not to you. Your very presence was enough to calm him, but this time, as he was sitting in the bedroom, working, in the middle of the night, he certainly was not calm.

A blood-red drink in a crystal glass in hand, a pen in the other, and several papers scattered before him, Dracula was currently working through some legal papers. At the light of a dim lamp and a candlestick, he tried his best not to wake you from your sleep.

A couple of hours ago, he had lied with you in the bed, letting you cuddle up against him as you liked to do until you fell asleep. When a soft snore rang through the room, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, before he cautiously left you to dream and stole to work.

But you tossed and turned, leaning to the dip in the bed where his body had earlier rested, and you hugged to his pillow, inhaling the sweet smell of macadamia and almond butter. You smiled cheekily into the memory foam, reminded of how he would use your shampoo, smell your perfumes, and would cue a slideshow of all the pictures of you that could be found in his camera roll.

Despite living through most of his life depending on the blood of prey, he was one big softie.

Dracula heard you moan out, groaning, and then shifting, the creaking of the bed. He did not have to turn around to know you were awake.

"Baby, won't you come snuggle?"

He chuckled deeply, turning in the chair, slouching down and lifting the glass to his lips, letting his eyes roam over your barely covered figure. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, a shine from the thin layer of sweat on your sleepy face, and only the cover only hiding your sex from view. He tasted the blood, thinking to himself you looked like a goddess of purity. But that did not fool him. He knew you better than that.

"I wanna feel you," hummed you, trailing your hand down the valley of your breasts. It was not supposed to be sexually alluring, but meant as a nice caress, imagining the way his hands molded you every night.

"You want to feel me?" chuckled he, his bold eyebrows perking up with a sly smirk, preening in your neediness.

You nodded, moving the pillow and comforter and tapped the spot beside you.

"Feel yourself for me."

Although a pout curled your lip, you could not deny the increased heartbeat banging on your ribcage.

Teasing your finger around your perk nipple, you shifted under the cover, using your feet to pull it lower and lower. Dracula's chin lifted ever so slightly, his dark eyes peeking a look at your already glistening cunt.

Drawing your finger index finger through your folds, a slickness soaked you, allowing you to easily circle your clit.

"Baby," moaned you, longingly, wanting nothing more than him to take over.

"Just like that, my love, keep it up. Eyes on me."

Moving a bit up the pillow, you followed his instructions and watched your man and noticed his finger dipping in the blood. That could be you he was fingering.

Doubling the pressure, your back arched and toes curled, a whimper, or was it a cry, escaping you. You could hear the sounds of your juices, his breathing, too. Clenching around the air, you wet a finger with your arousal and licked it into your mouth.

Sucking hard, you twirled your tongue around the flesh, moaning at the taste of yourself. You had not noticed you had closed your eyes in pleasure, until they opened when you heard him move, whisper "fucking hell", and before you knew it he was rid of all he was clad and bottomed out in your cave.

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[menace-y]

Just to remind the entire BBC Dracula fandom that there’s a Discord Server for us right here:

https://discord.gg/ba2jspCr

@alma37 @bang-and-a-blintz @bittenlove @mitsukatsu @gothicdracula @jeonggukieandcream @nosferatvpussy @flutteringphalanges

[crazytxgradstudent]

It’s me.

Just checking in to let everyone know I’m still obsessed. It’s been what, 30 days now? A whole damn month. In therapeutic speak, we call that the formation of a habit. FML

🖤🧛‍♂️🖤

[mr-kisskiss-bangbang]

Pure sex.

[bang-and-a-blintz]

Through the Darkness

Chapter One - The Singing City

Fandom: Dracula (2020)  

Relationship: Dracula/Roxana(OFC)  

Rating: Mature

Summary: Count Dracula survives the events with Zoe Van Helsing, much to his displeasure, and so he journeys onward finding a small, luscious city called New Orleans. What happens when he finds a familiar face that he thought he'd never see again? A story of redemption, friendship, betrayal, passion, food, and, of course, quite a bit of death. He is a vampire, after all.

Warnings: None  

Word Count: 1,411

There is a beat to New Orleans that reverberates in the soul of the city. It is felt in the sidewalks, the earth beneath constantly moving and writhing and creating cracks in the cement that bounce right up to meet the air. Feet dance around the crevices and move forward with a melodic thump, thump, thump. Like a heartbeat. It’s all around. Effortless.

Dracula took an unnecessary deep breath and exhaled with a grin. Yes, it reminded him exactly of a heartbeat - strong, thumping, certain, thriving. The humans walking all around him, each on their own rhythm and sequence, leading them all in different directions but somehow each one seemed to be pulsating towards the same thing. 

He stood atop the steps near the river, across from the chapel of St. Louis Cathedral - the iconic towers peering down upon the people below and gleaming brightly in its false righteousness. A mimicry of the depravity that daily occurred below. 

The strong current of the Mississippi River flowed steadily down and outward towards the gulf. It was rugged and muddled with red and brown. The Count reminisced of how much blood had helped taint the color. Tilting his head slightly, he briefly pondered how many people he himself had thrown into the unrelenting waters. 

Speaking of which, he realized with a short huff that he was running late for a meeting with some potential clients. Adjusting his jacket against the unnaturally brisk winter air that settled in the city, his menacingly dark figure cut through the growing crowds with ease as he sauntered down the cobblestone road and into the courtyard of the old French Quarter apartment building. His lawyer, a descendent of Renfield and who conveniently had the same name, was waiting dutifully for his master’s arrival with three large decanters full of fresh blood.

“Ah hello there, dark lord, how was the Quarter this evening? The chill seemed to have driven away a lot of the tourists and locals alike - “ Renfield began his pleasantries, even though he knew it was futile but he loathed the awkward silence that loomed around whenever the vampire was near. The Count held up a dismissive hand and snatched up the closest decanter, taking a sip before his lips turned down. “Oh yes, that was a-“

“A local politician who did not know how to take care of himself. Seriously, Renfield, this is horrible - it’s even starting to congeal!” 

“Apologies, sir, but he was the easiest specimen to acquire the knowledge of families you have been…researching in your endeavor to control the city.” The mousy little man stood and wrung his hands together nervously, he then motioned to the second decanter, “As a way to wash the filthy taste from your mouth, I found a fiery little salsa dancer and a philosopher from the university to perhaps appease your appetite a little more appropriately.”

Dracula rolled his eyes. As if he really wanted to ponder the insecurities of mortals who are so desperate to know why things are the way they are. He then shrugged, not in the mood at all to continue this conversation, and downed the decanters back to back. It had been a long day and he was rather parched. 

Surprisingly, as far as palettes go, it was not a bad mix - almost like a little charcuterie board of mixed personalities. They blended together rather well, though he would never admit to his eager…assistant. Now armed with the knowledge he had been searching for the past few months, he also had a little pep to his step along with an optimistically insightful outlook on this previously bleak evening. 

“Is it to your satisfaction, master?” Renfield tittered nervously on the outskirts of Dracula’s peripheral, close but not quite hovering. He knew better than that by now, which was worlds better than his predecessor. The Count raked a hand through his dark hair and licked his lips, a thoughtful look upon his face.

“I think tonight will be, ah, transcendent.” With a self-satisfied smirk, he threw his jacket back on and swept out of the room without another word. His oxfords hit the flagstone on Royal Street with a catchy little click-clack, the sweet sounds of a trumpet echoing through Jackson Square, and the cheerful chattering of people beginning their adventures in the French Quarter. Dracula felt invigorated, exhilarated, inspired. After waiting and planning for months, this night had finally come, and with it his way into the city’s cabal that not-so-secretly ran all of the happenings in New Orleans - including the supernatural order. Yes, it was going to be an interesting evening. 

It had been a good few decades since the incident with Zoe. He wouldn’t lie, he was rather disappointed when he ended up surviving the event, not when he was ready to kick the proverbial bucket. However, it seemed like fate decided the world wasn’t giving up the great Count Dracula just yet. So he had the first Renfield contact the Foundation to take care of her corpse and then promptly disappeared before they arrived.

When faced with eternity, one must never stay stagnant. He decided that England was a tad too dull for his tastes. There was so much more in the world to see! Conveniently, he soon found the perfect opportunity in a city across the Atlantic called New Orleans. From what he gathered, it was a French and Spanish influenced area down in the south of the United States of America. It sounded exciting, but what he found was even better than he could have imagined. 

The Big Easy was singularly the most debaucherous civilization Dracula had found thus far. Never in his life had he seen humans act so recklessly and uninhibited. It was thoroughly entertaining and he reveled in the illicit society. But there was something more to it than just the freely found recklessness. The city felt like a magnet pulling him in, the air settled around differently, smells and sights and sounds hit with a mysterious and warm glow. He was an unstoppable force and met his immovable object within the borders of this boisterous city.

There was more to it that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but Dracula shook his head as he turned into the garage. That was quite enough abstract thinking for the evening. With a content sigh, he clicked the key fob and the lights of his Rolls Royce Phantom flashed brightly back at him. Back to business. 

He cruised down the streets and away from the ever-growing crowds of the downtown. Pulling onto St. Charles Avenue, he tapped his fingers along to some jazz song playing softly on the radio. Dracula had to admit he did enjoy the music scene here; he briefly wondered if Mozart would find the incongruity maddening or endearing. No matter. Dracula enjoyed the complexity and it suited this place. 

As he drove, the buildings sank lower and lower into the Earth and started morphing into magnificent mansions hiding behind the towering oak trees. Their robust and impressive branches spread out across the road reaching out towards the others just across the street. Eventually, he turned and pulled up to the curb of a dark establishment, his sleek red car glimmered under the flickering gas lamps that illuminated the front entrance to the restaurant. 

The valet opened the door for Dracula, and he gazed seriously at the young man while handing over the keys “Keep it close, would you? I’d hate for anything to spoil this evening.”

“Yes, sir, of course, it won’t leave my sight. I promise you that, sir!” 

The Count leaned closer, glanced down at the name tag, and then back up to the nervous kid, “I shall hold you to it, Eric.”

His gulp was audible and Dracula relished the fear, the rapid thumping of a heartbeat music to his ears. The vampire flashed a pointy smile and spun towards the entrance, grasping the lapels of his suit to smooth out any wrinkles from the drive. 

The lanterns danced light across the enormous front doors. the windows had long curtains darkening the frames for privacy, and the only hint that this was an establishment and not a residence, was the sloped cursive sign hung above the double doors. It was a dark maroon color, almost black, and elegantly spelled out the name, Sanguine.

[bloodaddixt-blog]

So I’ve made a blog dedicated to my obsession over Dracula and Claes Bang, so I’m looking for more people to follow! Like or reblog if you create some content or just reblog a lot of it.

[damndrac]

ATTENTION ALL EDITORS! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE A CLAES BANG FAN CAM?? ILL PAY FOR IT I SWEAR! DM ME PLEASE 🥺❤️🧛🏻‍♂️

[kurosakyk]

Dracula and Agatha Van Hellsing

[draculafangirl42]

So, my lab notebook it's

Looking good

[kispexi2]

Dracula BBC

I do believe I smell a second season in the offing.

[noctisarcanae]

Dracula BBC

We’re all aware of the fact that this tv show turned out to be garbage by episode 3 but-

BUT

I’d bang Claes Bang in a millisecond how about y’all

[crazytxgradstudent]

Haha...I had to 🖤🧛‍♂️🖤

[mr-kisskiss-bangbang]

Cannot get over how gorgeous he looks. The wolf scene is the best I have seen in a f-cking long time. So feral.

[yza-blog]

🧛🏻‍♂️ As an author of urban fantasy featuring vampires, werewolves, etc, I'm into watching the new takes on those character genres 🧛🏻‍♂️ Well, not every series/film meets my expectations and Netflix's new series totally failed in all aspects 🧛🏻‍♂️ This rendition is supposed to be based on Bram Stoker's novel but there's one thing being "based" on the actual novel and then there just being based on the character alone 🧛🏻‍♂️ Episodes 1 and 2; especially ep1 introduced the basic characters but then it started trailing off the steady track once hitting ep3 because holy hell...it was a f*cking mess 🧛🏻‍♂️ Especially the ending for ep3...I mean, I was totally left with the WTF reaction; as was my mom, because nothing...absolutely nothing made sense 🧛🏻‍♂️ Each and every time a series/film has missed the chance to create an original Dracula featuring The classic lore/legend of the man and I have yet to see one that leaves an impact in my taste of film 🧛🏻‍♂️ This series gets 2 ⭐⭐ and that's being generous because the only thing I can say I liked, was Dracula's lack of emotion and bloodlust in eps 1 and 2 🧛🏻‍♂️ #netflix #netflixseries #netflixoriginalseries #dracula #netflixdracula #draculabbc #vampires #review #reviewer #myreview #tvreview #blog #blogger #bloggerofinstagram (at Silverado Ranch, Las Vegas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7VRfOdggPI/?igshid=19v30hu6i36re

[asaahiko]

“Try and stay calm. You’re doing very well...”

My tribute aka #fanart from the upcoming Dracula BBC x Netflix starring Claes Bang as Count Dracula himself :) 

see trailer at link below ! ^__^ I CANT WAIT!!!! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC9TjMNqPEo

illustration by Indiana Asha Stamboel (@asaahiko)