#bbc dracula imagine

[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

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[tawneybel]

Imagine, after enthralling you, Count Dracula offers Sister Agatha a way to keep you from becoming one of his brides: beat him at a round of chess.

She’s about to take a seat when she notices a chemise draped over her chair. Dracula smirks.

“______ helped me warm up during an earlier game. Whether I win or lose this one, she won’t be wearing white when she lays down in a bridal bed.”

The count pauses, before speaking again. “You and I are just playing standard chess, though.”

#Count Dracula #Dracula #BBC Dracula #imagine #smut #minors do not interact #vampire #mind control #hypnosis #strip chess #strip game #Claes Bang #horror #reader insert #villain #minors don’t interact #minors DNI #MDNI #Netflix Dracula #Dracula BBC #Dracula series #Dracula show #Dracula Netflix #Dracula franchise #Dracula imagine #Count Dracula imagine #Claes Bang imagine #horror imagine #villain imagine #vampire imagine

[ilovecathtates2]

Important: do you think sister Agatha had her hair tied or braided in any way under her veil?

#it is improtant to me at least #you can imagine why #dracula #bbc dracula #agatha van helsing

[vlads-fangs]

Dracula Imagine #1

Hi! So this is a bit of a different story this time. It’s based on the 2020 BBC Dracula mini-series. Where Dracula is portrayed by the amazing Claes Bang. If you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend you watch it!(it is currently on Netflix)

Creep

“So, how long do you plan on keeping me here, hm? Until you decide to kill me?”

You questioned your captor, who just happened to be the one and only Count Dracula. Just a couple days ago you were enjoying the peace and quiet out in the forest. Everything seemed fine until a black wolf appeared in front of you. You had no idea where it came from, but right as you tried to sneak away you passed out cold. All you remember from that moment was a pair of large hands grabbing you and pulling you into a strange darkness. When you woke up, you were in a beautiful bed, inside a room that looked like it was taken out of a story book from the 1800s. This impressively large place was Draculas castle. It was strange, he treated you so kindly, instead of tearing you apart like a beast would.

And here you were, questioning on why he has not killed you yet. He hasn’t even used you as a source for blood…you checked that morning, no bite marks.

“All in good time, darling.”

He spoke with a smile on his face, pouring what looked like red wine into a glass. Though that wine looked suspiciously thick to be the alcoholic drink. He turned to look at you, taking a sip of his “wine”.

“Oh don’t just stand there staring, come, sit down. Make yourself at home.”

You slowly walked to a large 18th century looking couch, taking a seat. He sat down on a chair angled toward the couch. You felt annoyed, this guy was holding you hostage and he hasn’t even done anything. He was just…treating you normally? What? Was he lonely or something? Did he want love? Blood? He had to have been wanting blood..right? He’s a vampire for Christ sake..

“How old is this place?”

Why sit there in silence when you can at least get some interesting information about this centuries old man-..creature? Creep? Yeah, yeah let’s go with that.

“Oh my dear, it’s been here for very very long. Ever since the late 1300s.”

Your eyes went wide with shock at that information. If it was that old- how old was he?? You knew he was a well known vampire but damn! That’s old! You didn’t even know he actually existed until this day. Well, now you have a ton of more questions. Your mind was spinning with curiosity.

“Wait wait…so if you’re real- you’re a legit vampire..not just some dude who likes to dress in all black and live in some 18th century styled house..-“

Before you could say more, he interrupted,

“Ah ah, watch your wording, darling, this is a castle, not a house. There is a vast difference..like the size, the look…the size.”

You stared at him with a blank look, letting out a sigh. Who knew that Dracula was actually a man full of sarcasm and “spice” as you liked to call it. If the two of you ever got into an argument, oooh..that’d be interesting.

“Oh I’m sorry, didn’t mean to belittle your living space.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your legs up under you, sitting criss cross. He watched you with those dark eyes of his, making sure to catch your eye contact before glancing at the fireplace he had going in the main living area. The place was cozy, decor was a little strange but what did you really expect? It’s a legit castle built in the 1300s, of course it’s going to be different…especially since a vampire lives here.

“Need a drink, love? I have plenty.”

“No thanks, I’m not one for drinking blood.”

He shook his head and stood up. Walking behind the couch where he had a table set up with plenty of drinks.

“No, silly, I have actual drinks, you see. I have wine, whiskey, some other fine drinks, along with just water if that’s what you would prefer. Or..you are welcome to try mine, got an interesting, rich flavor to it but it’s lovely.”

He smirked and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his words. There is no way you’d drink human blood..all those times you bit your lip on accident and tasted blood, it was rich, he was right about that, but it was not for you. He sure seemed to enjoy it though. You watched as he took another sip out of that glass he had, a drop of blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. He used his finger to get it-..wait, why were you watching this? Why did you find this attractive? Oh god..

“I’ll take some water.”

You said quickly. You turned around so you weren’t staring at him, facing the fireplace. You hoped he didn’t see you, but he did. He sure did. He liked that you found him attractive, he thought the same about you.

He disappeared for a minute, soon coming back with a glass of water. He handed it to you, this time sitting down next to you on the couch. Your body tensed slightly, noticing how close he was. He sipped from his glass, and you did the same. It was refreshing to finally get something to drink.

“Count..why did you really capture me? I’m just a regular person, there’s nothing special about me. I’m like everyone else-“

He shushed you before you could get something out, his hand being placed over yours. He took the glass from your hand and placed it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He moved even closer, using his hand to move your hair from your eyes.

“Let me stop you right there, love..you are no where near like everyone else. You are beautiful, perfect to me. I found you because you just happened to be roaming in my forest..one of my wolves found you and drew me to you. I saw you and thought you were stunning..couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Hearing all this..you felt different. Your pupils dilated, your heart pounding, a heat building in your chest. You looked into his eyes, wondering if this was a way of him trying to get your blood. He slowly took your hand into his own.

“If this is your sneaky way of trying to get my blood..it’s working.”

You spoke softly, a small smile appearing on your face.

“I’m not trying to get your blood, sweetheart.”

“Good.”

You allowed him to move closer, placing your free hand on his forearm as a way of saying you were ok with this. He was inches away from your face. His breathe lightly hitting your lips. You removed your hand from his arm and up to his face, placing it on his cheek. You decided to lean in just enough to make your lips meet with his. Never once in your life did you think you would be sitting here on a couch, making out with Count f-ing Dracula in his castle.

The two of you pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes for a few moments. His eyes were really dark, mesmerizing in a way. His thumb caressed the top of your hand, his other arm had wrapped itself around your waist, holding you closely. He changed his position just a little and pulled you closer so his arm could be around you. He made sure you felt comfortable and safe.

“Do you still want to leave me, dear?”

“Hmmm..I dunno…I might wanna stick around and see what happens..creep.”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled softly after hearing the nickname. He sipped on the thick red liquid in his glass, feeling satisfied after finishing it all. He set the glass down and looked at you.

“I maybe be a little bit of a creep..but I’ll take it.”

The two of you kept close to each other, enjoying the crackling fire and the faint sound of rain and thunder outside his castle.

[Hey! If you made it to the end, thank you for reading! More to come in the future❤️]

#count dracula #bbc dracula #claes bang #vampire #fiction #tv shows #imagine #goth aesthetic #gothic #my writing #short story

[ladyloveandjustice]

me reading random bits of the wikipedia article about Lucy in Dracula adaptations

In the BBC's 2020 Dracula miniseries, Lucy Westenra, played by Lydia West, is re-imagined as a modern, promiscuous party girl, and a willing victim/associate of Dracula. However, after she is cremated before she can awaken as a vampire, she spends a few hours apparently deluding herself into believing that she is still beautiful before she is forced to face her true appearance, after which she commits suicide.

Wow that is actually LAUGHABLY misogynistic, who the fuck-

ok yeah that makes sense now.

#lucy westerna #lmao? #how was she cremated...and then saw herself...was she a pile of ash...what #dracula daily #since it might be of interest #suicide cw

[horrorvillaintourney]

DRACULA SMACKDOWN ROUND 1 MATCH 2: Dracula (Novel by Bram Stoker) vs. Dracula (BBC Dracula)

PROPAGANDA FOR STOKER'S:

“Literally the actual Dracula from the book when he goes out in his “lizard fashion” which we all know means climbing the walls like a lizard but we enjoy imagining he is either dressed up as a lizard or wearing fashionable lizard clothes” Mod Note: This was originally submitted as ‘lizard fashion Dracula’ but I did not permit this as an official contender, as I found it hyperspecific. Nonetheless, quality propaganda.

"Since it’s movie idk if you’ll count him but he’s the original drama king. Invites a random realtor for shits and giggles (basically). Runs around at 10x speed to pretend he has servants. Lets his girls scare the guy just because, but don’t hurt him, he’s a guest :D here’s a baby. Turns Lucy into a vampire and just does nothing about it. Turns Mina into a vampire bc he knows she’s the one competent one (and it backfires). He’s just funny. To me”

PROPAGANDA FOR BBC'S:

“He is pretty classic Drac in a way I think everyone can enjoy.”

#dracula #dracula daily #re dracula #bbc dracula #dracula novel #dracula smackdown #i have to go for the og here #bram stoker

[victorianpining]

Table of Contents

Academia:

Coming Soon

Fandom:

Fic & Podfic

The Stories in Our Veins

A love letter to BBC Dracula, expressed through the medium of Holmes and Watson's undying romance. (podfic coming soon)

From a Drop of Water

A re-imagining of Series 4 picking up from the end of The Abominable Bride. (podfic coming soon)

Meta

The Great Heart

A ~very serious~ essay explaining why the only fitting climax for BBC Sherlock would be for John Watson to get stabbed through the heart.

Perhaps Such Things Could Come to Pass

An essay written for the Behind Closed Curtains No More fanzine in 2016.

The Game is Now

An informal write up of my experience in the official BBC Sherlock Escape Room.

Video Essays

TJLC Explained YouTube Channel

#rebs blogging #tjlc explained

[noowayybroo]

Vampire Man Drabble (NSFW)

I've been rewatching Young Dracula, a BBC show from my "childhood".

I'm kinda obsessed with Count Dracula. I know it's a kid's show but he's so pathetic and whiny and throws so many tantrums, but being such an old man he's so sexy and posh and UGHAAGAH HE HAS MY HEART!!

Also , the guy who plays him (Keith-Lee Castle) Lowkey fits the role so well!!?!?! He looks like SUCH A VAMPIRE!! (I wouldnt look him up idk if hes the best guy)

SO I WANTED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SOME IDEAS, and i know most of my following is admittedly looking for Leon content, so if you squint really hard, or maybe read this with one hand if you catch my drift (nyeh heh heh) maybe you can imagine it's about vampire Leon HEhehehehe

Warnings: Guy is vampire, reader may be human or vampire. NO SEX BUT VIOLENCE. GN!Reader, mentions of scenting, old age, violence, age difference, vampirism, blood, biting, seduction, mentions of death and killing and blood driking. Secretly soft vampire man etc basically all your vampirey shit, STOP READING THEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT BRO, I'll try keep it short k ily bye.

THIS IS A GUIDE:

Stuff about the vampire man

Stuff about the reader being a vampire

Stuff about the reader being a human

THIS IS A RARE TREAT FOR ANYONE READING THIS CUZ I USUALLY LIKE TO WEAR THE FANGS IN THE RELATIONSHIP!! JUST SAYING!! BUT THIS MF HAS MY HEART!

Vampire who was turned at a young age or born into vampirism and has lived with it for oh so long. He's just so old, alone in that castle of his. He's moved to live near humans, but they seldom get a chance to converse, not before his fangs wind up in their necks.

Vampire who watches them go about their short little lives, knowing with confidence that he has and will live many more. Aware that he'll be the end to many more, deadly prowess easily eliminating each hunter or slayer who dares come his way.

Vampire of whom nobody has seen the true colours - only the pristine white of his fangs before they are soiled with the blood of his victims. They only know his rage and strength, and the power and force at which his claws slash at their flesh, at which his fangs sink into their necks.

Vampire who prefers to seduce his victims before plunging them towards their inevitable demise. He will sing them such a sweet lullaby; allure them with gentle praise and affirmation as he draws close, weaving such a sticky web, leaving them entranced. And entranced he is too, as his victim perhaps gazes from a window, or into space itself, but his only captive is the soft melody of his victim's heartbeat. The gentle rhythm, the pulse of their neck drawing him to them like a moth to flame.

Vampire Who almost feels like the victim himself. He was not a monster. He was no villain. No, he was simply wired this way - a victim of his own nature. It was his prey, the cruel, heartless beast who tempted him so dearly with the promise of 8 pints of warm, thick red (accounting for clumsy, desperate spillage.) Oh how he delighted in the feel of it coating the expanse of his hungry throat.

Vampire Whose second favourite method of the hunt is to toy with his prey, for it is no fun if they are not fearful. His cold, undead heart remains unliving for the thrill of the chase. He'll stalk them through the night, he'll become one with the shadows, and only when he feels they are worthy of feeling true fear will he present himself. Springing from the darkness, his soul's only twin, he reveals himself at last like a god unto its disciples.

He will forever delight in the screams - in the sight of each harrowed soul in that moment.

Vampire who is humiliatingly theatrical and old fashioned. When he bears himself to his prey, he must give them a show. It's the least he could do, as it will be their last living moment. He'll either expand his cape, or brandish sharp claws, but either way, his eyes will be dark as night, and piercing fangs will ward off any hope of survival each sacrifice may have had.

Vampire who takes great excitement in tormenting his prey. He is old fashioned, cunning and sly. He'll chase you around an abandoned building and use his supernatural speed to appear right behind the door you thought would bring you victory. He'll mock you with a skeleton, only to refer to it as a future you. If you're fortunate, and he's not too hungry, he might even show you his vast collection of stored blood. Again, he promises that one day, you have this to look up to.

Vampire Surprisingly, he is not as violent or as cruel as it may seem. Sure he kills, and he kills for fun. For the mere thrill of it. But he will not let you die slowly, or painfully at all. He prides himself in how... happy, his victims really can be. His torture follows suit. Scratch you? Harm you? Him? Never. He could never. He wouldn't waste a drop, after all. (Intentionally, that is.) He'd much rather promise you a terrible demise, or chase you towards your doom, having you believe begging or running could really help. His many years have taught him that each effort you make is futile. He will always win. He will always consume. You are not special.

Vampire who sometimes, well after sunset, will stare out of his lonely, dusted window at the town below. He will wonder if it could be possible that there is a chance at love out there for him still. A chance at redemption. A chance to, perhaps, not be so devilish.

On rare occasions, too, say once every 20 years, he thinks this as he stares into the eyes of one of his captives. He'll wonder, sometimes as he hypnotises their free will and thought away, whether he really needs to kill them. But then it's that look on their face. One of fear, or one of braindead submission. It's again, the sound of their heart, of their breath, something he hadn't done in forever, something he yearned to be so close to, to be so near to, and before he knows it, they're limp in his arms, and cold, just as he.

Vampire who throws tantrums on the rare occasion that his prey, or more likely another undead creature or demon, is able to overpower or trick him. He'll slam his fist like a child and bare his fangs. Wailing and wallowing in his own pathetic defeat as black curtains obscure his face. Thunder and lightning will crackle outside, heeding his call, and otherwise, the world will resume. It was sad for him, really, to have so much power, and at the same time to be so insignificant.

Vampire who, despite being immortal, is getting old. He doesn't care for sports, nor for going outside and exercising as a human would. When he chases at a speed, he more floats rather than runs, and so, he's getting rusty, physically and mentally. Perhaps that explains the demise of his fearsome reputation and outlook. Perhaps it is why he is going soft. Laughlines rarely show, but small crowsfeet grace his pale skin as he smiles or bares his fangs. His joints begin to creak. He can no longer do some of the things he could when he was a younger biter without being heard, and he grumbles at simple tasks such as tidying or standing up. He ages with the walls around him.

Vampire Reader Insert:

Vampire who catches a fleeting glance of you at a traditional vampire ball. Really, the two of you are too old for these pathetic customs, him more so, but how else was he to catch up on all the latest fanged gossip, and perhaps find an evil someone to accompany him as he grew older?

Vampire who afterwards goes out of his way to make eye contact with you. When he thinks you're not looking, he combs his nimble fingers through his long hair, preening himself, cursed to never be able to see himself in the many mirrors that surround him. He curses himself, adjusting his over the top attire, wiping any blood from his face. He wants to catch your gaze, just as you have his.

Vampire who can (respectfully) smell it on you. He can tell that you're strong, and that you're dominant. He never thought he was looking for someone, really, especially with his strength and title. It had only really occurred to him that anybody interested would be there to use him. And then, he saw you. Something about you was so devilishly evil. So charming. So alluring and strange. He didn't care if you used him. He wanted you to, suddenly he wanted you to take all he had.

Vampire who anxiously makes conversation with you. He is respectful, despite being well above your status. He can't keep his eyes from your body and face, nor his tongue from his lips as it darts to keep them moist. Quietly, he hopes you're taking note. His hands fiddle and preen. He needs you to enjoy what you see, for it is so rare for him to do so.

Vampire who eventually you begin to court. He practically begs you to move in with him, forming his castle as a home for the two of you. No longer is he alone. Even if you were to betray him now and take all he had, he kept some satisfaction in knowing he wouldn't die alone. Perhaps one day, too, an heir would come from all of this.

Vampire who shares with you some of his powers and wisdom. Who accompanies you on hunts and who works with you to lure prey. You enjoy romantic, playful flights together (as bats, of course) and he, without admitting it, enjoys your dark humour and evil presence in his home. You bring a smile to his face, and a blush to his dead cheeks. You're oh so beautiful and precious in his life, and as more and more time passes, he can imagine giving everything to you.

But what if you're evil, and planned to take everything all along? Well, that would be a fitting demise for him, he thinks as he slowly closes the lid to his coffin beside yours just before the sun rises. And it'd make you all the more evil and devious of a sinner, and that's what he loved about you. Your company, even if not genuine, for love was so twisted and warped for creatures such as yourselves, meant more than words could ever express. If he were human. If he were pumping blood, you would warm him.

Human reader here!!

Vampire who'd never have thought any other humans would be foolish enough to simply let themselves into his castle, at least not this decade! You were the third one this century and it was really getting old. He'd think with all the rumours going around about people never returning alive, or the danger of the castle's crumbling structure that nobody would come back, at least not alone, but here you were.

Vampire who can hear you from rooms away as you walk in. You're human and you're alone. That's all he needs to know to identify that he's safe, and so, he creeps towards you. He balances with both hands and feet on ledges above your head, blending perfectly with the shadows as he stalks you like some huge, predatory cat. And he does this until he can see you. You look divine. You smell divine. And really, he questions the work of some divine intervention, as he was just craving fresh blood the moment you walked in: A lamb to the slaughter.

Vampire who identifies that the blatantly open castle door was how you got in. He didn't really feel the cold, and the wind howling was a permanent sound with how high in the castle he tended to reside, so silly him had left the door open. You must have really thought this place was abandoned. He almost pities you as you walk around, shining your phone's flashlight about. He just about ducks away in time to avoid being spotted as you point your phone at him, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked just above you, ready to pounce.

Vampire who held off, though. He was excited by your presence, and he was oh so hungry, but he was always one to play with his food. He continues to follow you through the shadows, practically salivating and his bustling ideas of how to torment and devour 'this one.' Because, initially, that's all you were to him, food.

Vampire who daydreamt (although it was night) about chasing you through his crypt, hearing your screams for mercy and salvation. He could sit there and munch dead carcasses in front of you just to watch you squirm in horror. He mused to himself about how warm your neck would feel to his lips, and how your blood might taste. He considered how your voice may sound, begging to be freed as he holds you there, firm hands on your shoulders, claws pricking at your soft flesh. He imagines you there, before him, ripe for the taking. The last moment, he opens his eyes and you're gone-

You're gone.

What?

Vampire who looks around desperately, realising that he'd so easily been swept away by his fantasies. And so, he follows your scent and the sound of your soft heartbeat to his room, where, he could swear he hears you murmur "I knew it."

Vampire who catches you gawking at his closed coffin, regal and fancy. You run your small hands over it in awe as if there isn't a blood thirsty creature of the night ready to pounce out and devour you. You seem.. in awe. You look fascinated. Of course, there's a twinge of terror in your face, but for some reason, you haven't run... yet.

Vampire who figures the game is up, and tries to salvage a dramatic entry. He can't appear in the coffin and reveal himself like that, incase you're a slayer and it leaves him vulnerable, and so, from behind you you hear:

"And what brings you to my humble abode?" The question is long, and drawn out, in a posh voice that almost makes you giddy. You can hear the bloodlust dripping from his fangs, and you don't need to turn to see the man who's so close he should be gracing you with his breath. None comes. you know what he is.

Vampire who grins sadistically as you turn on your heels, slowly. He is amused to see the fear finally registering in your features. Oh, and how soft and delicate those features were. He could just reach a hand out and brush his cold digits over them. But he won't. This isn't a time to console you. It's time to instil fear in your soon to be dead heart.

Vampire who gawks when you finally respond to his question. Something absurd about knowing there was a vampire living here. Something ludicrous about actually having visited a few times but never seeing him. Something utterly offensive about whether he lived alone or had a family. The man's jaw clenched. It seemed he had never encountered a victim as chatty or simply curious as you, and he didn't quite know how to feel.

Did you WANT to die or something?

Vampire who towers over you, with eyes wider than your own as he listens to you rattle off about something or other. He doesn't register what you're saying, though. Instead, his mind wonders off to somewhere it never has before. Perhaps, he'll hypnotise you to make you scared, and then he'll have his fun with you. Yes, that should work, because right now, he found you far too distracting.

Vampire who realises, once you've shut up, that actually, there's a more nagging matter:

"Are you here... to kill me?" he asks, looking down at you, shoulders slightly deflated as though you've sucked the prowl out of him.

"Like a slayer?"

"Exactly-" he raises a finger that could really do with a manicure, but you cut him off

"No, not at all, it's just when I heard people went missing... well I just thought this place would be perfect to see a vampire." In all honesty, you kept yapping away in hopes that tears would not prick your eyes and that somehow it'd save you from imminent collapse. You were terrified. He seemed very much real.

Whilst you were in admiration of the pale beast before you, you did not intend to die.

Vampire who fortunately for him isn't letting on just how well you crept under his skin and made a small home there. His senses were conflicted, as a result of your mixed signals, and he wasn't sure how to react. You were scared, he could smell it. He could hear it in the heavy fast thump of your heart. But something else had brought you here. You were curious. Intrigued. You wanted to learn about him, and in a way, he related. He wanted to learn about himself.

Vampire who, whilst he is still very much appealed by the idea of biting into your throat, is starting to enjoy how your hushed voice echoes off the walls of his home. You sounded sweet and pure, unlike any vampire he'd encountered recently. You had a passion. You had a reason to live, and it almost sickened him with jealousy.

Vampire who can no longer fight his newfound impatience as he lets out an animalistic growl, clenching his fist before you with means to silence you, and to his relief, it works. Your mouth slams shut and you stare up into his eyes. He recognises that this, if any, is his perfect time to hypnotise you, and to fix things. That's right. You'd forget everything you've seen and heard, because your words made you slippery, and he feared for his own existence if you escaped, and then, you'd be scared of him. He'd toy with you, kill you, and it'd be over with. Then, he'd be happy once more, and could return to his coffin, without any linger questions of "what if?".

Vampire who waves two fingers before your eyes, ensnaring them and guiding them up to fall onto his. You watch as his dark, brooding eyes become a more perplexing, strange and beautiful colour. A look of mischief tugs at his sharp, dark lips. He has won. Now, he'll hypnotise you, and it'll be over with. Why did he keep telling himself this? It was starting to become tiresome- just do it.

Vampire who freezes up when he hears you enquire about whether he know the science behind his eyes changing colour like that. You swear a vein in his forehead is about to pop. His mouth hangs ajar, defeated. "Look, you, just look into my eyes" he commands, almost pleading in that sultry, dark voice. "Just look and obey..."

Vampire who stares at you for a while, staring into those pretty, captivating eyes of yours. He finds himself lost in the possibility of what to command you, and once he's finally ready to will the words, they disobey him. His mouth moves, but no commands grace your ears. Eventually, you blink, the spell is broken and he clasps his fists shut, growling low in his throat.

Why can't he do it?

Vampire who gives in, providing you with a tour of the castle and all of his ancient belongings. The understanding is that once he's done, you leave, and never tell anybody anything. He wasn't sure if he trusted in you, but hypnosis was out of the question. And since his ordeal of failing to control you, he'd felt quite humiliated. His hunger had been somewhat satiated for now.

Vampire who hides his scarce smile each time you make certain remarks about how gothic, deadly or edgy everything looked. Your modern lingo was beyond him. "Cringe", "Edgy", "Rad", "Babygirl", what did it all mean? At one point, whilst you're analysing a particularly old suit of armour, he stands behind you, arms folded and lips pursed, trying to conclude the meaning behind the umbrella term "Daddy issues" and why you felt the need to mention it to him on now an astounding three separate occasions. When you turned to face him though, he'd stiffen his gate and fix you a menacing glare as if he despised of your company.

Vampire who walks alongside you with perfect posture, his arms are often crossed or still by his side. Occasionally he glances at your neck as he concludes a whole half hour of walking his dinner around his rather shameful home. And then, you both find yourselves at the door. You look up at him, he looks down at you, and then you do something neither of you'd expected.

"Can I stay?"

Vampire who freezes up yet again at your question, but after some stumbling and stuttering, and getting his tongue tied up in his fangs, he reluctantly spits out a 'yes.' All the while, his face contorts, unable to form the words. It's so peculiar speaking at all, let alone to a human. And, he can't say he's ever spoken to one willing to continue risking their lives. You weren't sure why you did it. You just did.

Vampire who stands with you, watching over the town beneath his window, for once, with someone beside him. He seems stiff, and tense, and he cannot ignore your scent, nor the sound of each gentle breath and pulse of your veins. It was only natural: He was your predator, you were his prey. He was meant to kill you now, merely driven by instinct, and yet, he felt content to wait. I mean, it wasn't as if you'd run off in a hurry, was it? For once, a breather like you actually wanted to stay and speak to him. He was almost enamoured.

Vampire who swore to himself in this moment to never admit to another soul, dead or alive, light or dark, how your warmth touched him. He refused to allow himself to snuggle right into you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you and nestling his face into your neck, not to bite or mark this time, but to kiss, and indulge- softly, sweetly. He groaned at the thought, startling you. And then his face hardened, snapping you another glare as if you were the one who had been having such pathetic fantasies.

Vampire who understands that, as a human, you grow weary in the night. He'd forgotten all this time that putting you to sleep would be a great way to shut you up, but there was a reason for his forgetfulness. It was, of course, convenient, because he no longer wanted to silence you. He wanted to bask in your words and warmth; in your conversation and curiosity. You made him feel important, and interesting, and slightly more alive. But the sun would be up soon, and if it caught him, well. He'd be the furthest from alive he's ever been.

Vampire who quickly brushes off and tucks you into the softest bed he can find from memory, and taps you on the nose gently as he leans over you, casting ominous shadows which block out any hopeful rays. He laughs menacingly, brandishing his fangs as his deep gravelly voice reverberates through you "Goodnight, don't let the vampire bite, now, will you?" he teases as he slowly sinks into the shadows, leaving you alone. His low chuckle follows him into the dark.

Vampire who leaves you alone to rest peacefully, or not, depending on whether a) you COULD sleep, and b) he became hungry during the night.

Vampire who spends the rest of his waking moments wondering just what to do with you, until the sun rises, and he returns to his cold, depressing coffin.

Hi guys I really hope whoever of you saw that liked it. I had the idea at about midnight and it's now 2 27 am. I wish I were this productive with literally anything else but due to a series of unfortunate events I crave old, posh, dominant men with soft spots, and this fits the bill.

I'd also like to write more about vampy men, and about maybe teachers or just other older men heheh but also subby men!! and the reader being a vampire!! so please lmk what you think and don't be afraid to ask (just a warning your rq might take me 24747 years to address, it's not personal i just suck)

THANKS GUYS I LOVE U ALL

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[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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[dominantslasherking]

Could I request a Dracula fic pls, if you still write for him. Maybe a fluff and smut all romantic like but still rough?

Dracula(2020 series) with Dominant Male S/o

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

Backstory: Imagine yourself as the reincarnated Husband of Dracula, and his lust in his every movement seems through and throughout, after all, he is a rather jealous creature who doesn't like to share what's his.

A simple journey on the boat to England was all it was supposed to be, the same-gender couple, Ruthven and Adisa kept glancing your way, both of them clearly interested in your lean form, reading a book, tilting your reading glasses slightly to get a better look at the both of them.

Based on their stares, one of them was repeatedly cheating, and the other, was curious about why his lover was staring so much...Letting out a sigh, you set down your book, Slowly you listed your reading glasses on your head as a safe place to set them.

"Yes? It's awfully rude for everyone to keep staring..." You uttered, Duchess Valeria, let out a small laugh while thinking what everyone else was at that moment, "Well, it seems we just couldn't get our eyes off the handsome fellow who seemed immersed in his books rather than company." She spoke, gently grabbing her tea cup and sipping.

"Perhaps I did come off as rude, it's just I find more interest in books than I do people..." You frankly spoke, your hand grazing along the page of the horror book.

As you raised your head back up to face the people, and a new face arrived, an equally handsome one at that, "I must say, I am rather the opposite, I enjoy people's company." Dracula's voice rang out, leaning close to your sitting form, his breath grazing on your ear.

Dracula's movements were shaky for a second before halting away from you as if he couldn't wait to reach out and have you for himself. "Well, the night is late, and I'm afraid with all this commotion I won't be able to finish my book, I will take my leave..." You uttered grabbing your book, your eyes planting themselves on the handsome man one last time, feeling a sense of familiarity and a strong attachment of possessiveness.

--

Everything was simply silently, finishing your book, you closed it, took off your reading glasses, and set them both down. When you were about to turn off the light, a sudden swishing sound entered your ears. a gasp escaped your lips while staring at Dracula.

"Hello, my love..." Dracula slowly purred out, taking your hand and planting a kiss..."Do...I know you. You seem awfully familiar..." Even with the out grueling questions running through your mind, only one came out.

A smile lit on the mysterious vampire's face, his eyes gently gleaming into your own, "Yes, in fact, you are the only person who truly knows me..." He murmured enough for your ears to hear. His long nails crept around to your shirt in a needy manner, wanting to touch you as soon as possible.

Gripping the man's wrist you looked at him curiously, almost shunning yourself and internally calling yourself names for not letting him touch you. "Please, your name first." You asked gently, your grip lessening on his wrist.

"Count Dracula, Mr [Last Name]." He purred out, you rather baffled at how he knew your last name if he knew that he most likely already knew your first name, "[Name], its a pleasure Count." You responded Dracula looking at your face closely, "It always is...." He said to you, causing you to be rather confused about what he meant, a large breath escaped your mouth as if you have been holding it in.

"I always....I always have glimpses of you....in my dreams, I know I sound mentally unstable---but---its...true..." You weren't sure what else to say, this man has been haunting you ever since you turned of age, and now you were twenty-five, still having such dreams and visions.

"What do we do?" Dracula pondered, already knowing the answer, "Spent countless hours...years together, make love..I could---keep going...." You confessed.

"I'd rather not," Dracula spoke, stepping closer to your sitting up form on your bed. He leaned in, staring at your lips until you pulled him close, tugging him onto you, as you took his lips for your own.

Dracula shifted his body onto your laying one, and sat on top of you, before ripping your outfit to shreds with his immense strength, then doing so with his own.

"It's as big as I remember." The vampire lustfully spoke, slowly sliding down to grip your large lengthy girth. Slowly trailing his tongue on the sides, then to your weeping cock.

However, it seemed he wasn't looking to please you with his mouth, instead trying to slobber all over it, for some type of lube. After he finished, he slowly gathered his body back onto yours, tilting his head while speaking, "Sorry, I just simply don't have the patience to wait, I want you inside me, fast as possible....I have longed for this too much, others do not match to you after all." Dracula praised, slowly sliding his hole down onto your cock, until you fit perfectly inside his tight walls.

Your eyes glimmered with dominance, as you flipped Dracula off you, and held him under your body, his legs lifted above your arms, as you put in in the sexual position of a mating press, it was obvious he was no virgin and had done this with others, but gosh, he was tight, his hole was warm, unlike his skin which was rather cold.

And honestly, he wrapped around your cock so well, it seemed like he didn't need prepping from how perfectly his hole was as if it was made for you.

Dracula peppered kisses along your neck, letting out a groan once he felt your cock impale him, his teeth sunk into your neck as a way to muffle his loud screams at your ruthless thrusts inside his hole.

Sinking your cock deep as it could go, you repeated this with maximum thrusts, claiming every inch of his insides. "Yess~" Dracula's voice slurred out, his mouth unclenching from his neck, blood dripping down his mouth letting out a sultry moan.

His cock weeping and bouncing from your rough pounding inside his hole. "Yes~ Claim me, claim me~~~" He kept repeating, encouraging your rough thrusts, and the sound of your full round balls clapping against his ass.

Your cock ramming inside his puckering stretched hole, which sucked you inside repeatedly, which caused wet sounds from your pre-cum leaking inside him, also from his excess saliva which was used as lube.

Pumping deep inside him with unruly slams, you grip onto his twitching cock, as his cum splattered out of his intently, the cum landing on the ceiling of the ship.

His wet walls tightened immensely, causing your cock to nearly to get stuck from how tight it had gotten, his hole kept twitching, awaiting for your cum to fill him, it just kept pulsating harshly until your seed flowed inside with a few more trusted, until your rested inside him, not getting out of the sex position.

Both of you looked at each other, Dracula licked the blood from your neck, bites littering all over, but it seemed he didn't drink any of it, not wanting to drain you, your blood was the most appealing to him, however, around you, he could control the thirst.

"Thank you~" Dracula moved slightly, only for you to keep him in place, your cock resting inside him, making sure your cum didn't leak out of his puckering blown-out hole.

"I'm...not done..." You murmured to him, ready to go a few more rounds, your cock retracting back to its hard state.

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[tawneybel]

Imagine accidentally let slip you’re sailing the crimson tide on the Demeter. And Dracula immediately attempting to get an invitation to your cabin. 

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[ilovecathtates2]

Another Zoe/Bloxham

Just a sketch I did before bed, might make a digital version

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[kbaker1431]

You know I can imagine Dracula and Hannibal being good friends and for one reason and one reason only.

That one scene in the BBC Dracula 2020 where in the first episode Dracula says 'They are without flavour' and then Jonathon Harker jumps in with the 'Actually you're wrong' but nobody cares about him the point is..

They could definitely have a conversation about how people taste, and Dracula talking about how the purest taste better and Hannibal would agree in the sense that they are pure if they don't have cancer or liver/lung disease.

Like, imagine, Hannibal with his last hunt, and he drains the blood into wine bottles for Dracula and then prepares whatever fancy French sounding dish for himself, or guests if he has some.

I can picture that.

Also not to forget that they are both manipulative towards the ones they love, a.k.a Will and Renfield, or Jonathon (which ever way you wan to look at it.)

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #dracula #count dracula #dracula 2020 #renfield #will graham

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Dear Steph, firstly thank you so so much for your work, you‘ve lead me to so many brillant stories. I wonder what your idea might be as to what happened between season 3 and 4? Were they called back from the gay, was it all just a joke to begin with or have we fans never understood their intentions? I would sooo like to know. What do you guess?

Hey Nonny!

So glad you enjoy my blog, and continue to visit!

Ah, my speculations vary between petty / gossippy thoughts and likely causes based on speculations going around at the time.

I talked about this back in 2020, but I believe the major rumour was, at the time, the BBC was going through a shakeup in management between TAB and S4, and in turn, said management wasn't happy with the direction the series was going. WHICH makes no sense, so I suspect a threatened lawsuit from the then-copyright holders on the remaining stories, because they were ridiculous, and BBC just didn't want to deal with that, so put an axe on the original plan.

A few of my more petty, most-definitely wrong theories and gossip niblets I know of:

Mofftiss HATED that the fandom "figured out" TAB so changed the whole game plan to Shyamalan the whole series because it pissed them off that they couldn't have a twist if everyone knew.

Mofftiss supposedly REALLY didn't like the the fanbase was primarily women... JUST A RUMOUR I saw going around at the time, that's all. They wanted to bring in the more General audience and casuals and in turn ended up making something everyone hated.

Mofftiss got too full of themselves and thought they didn't need a third writer after the success of TAB. If I recall correctly, they were doing rewrites right up until filming days, so even the actors were blindsided by the scripts, I imagine.

Mofftiss just got bored with the property, because they wanted to do Dracula, so purposely sidelined it, but not enough to not still cash in on the Brand Sherlock with the Escape Rooms. This is why I think they won't confirm or deny an S5, because The Brand™ still gets them some residuals.

A big gossip/rumour going around at the time was that a certain Actor wanted to make it big like their co-stars before things got messy, and buddy-buddied up to Mofftiss so much to feature heavily in the series, and in turn screwing over a fellow co-star whom they were having a falling out with so that said Actor basically had the scripts tailored to what they wanted. Just made everyone uncomfortable, especially when said Actor was NOT supposed to drag the drama before the release of the series but they did. AGAIN, this is ALL RUMOUR and GOSSIP. Just giving you the info I saw at the time.

Those are all the rumours and gossip I remember at the moment; there's plenty more I missed, I'm sure.

It boggles me that they thought they really did something with S4, and then just played it off like the show was always that way :/

Anyway, if anyone recalls any other reasons they heard through the grapevine as to what may have happened behind the scenes, please add to this one.

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[thenightling]

Netflix’s Scrooge: A Christmas Carol

I just got done watching Scrooge: A Christmas Carol, the new animated movie with Luke Evans as Scrooge.

Luke Evans has a fantastic voice but I feel he was woefully underused here.  The commercials didn’t quite reveal it so I didn’t realize this was an animated remake of the Albert Finney Scrooge from 1970 until pretty far into it.  There is a clip of “I like Life” in the trailer but I had forgotten about that song in the 1970 Scrooge musical.  

The main songs it took from the 1970s version was Happiness, I like Life, Thank you Very much, and I’ll begin again. Thank you very much is the song that stuck with me when I watched Scrooge with Albert Finney years ago. 

Leslie Bricusse composed the original Scrooge musical and this animated version had a dedication to him at the end. He passed away last October.    

Much like how when Albert Finney played scrooge at age thirty-four, Luke Evans is only forty-three and still considerably young to be playing the elderly Scrooge.  And when he starts belting out the songs his youth really shines through and doesn’t quite fit the old man who is supposed to be singing.

The CG animation is cute but simple.  There are a few anachronisms and Americanisms that are a bit jarring for any version of a Christmas Carol but I guess they wanted to keep it simple for child viewers.  

There’s a scene toward the beginning when Scrooge says “Merry Christmas” to taunt a toy shoppe owner who is in debt as he tells him the interest he’ll have to pay for delaying his debt to after the holiday.  And that bothered me slightly and it was simply because I can’t imagine the pre-redemption Scrooge saying “Merry Christmas” even when being snarky.

In general it’s sweet.  Not terrible but not the best version of a Christmas Carol. It’s certainly better than that cruel, cynical, awful, 2019 Christmas Carol from the BBC (That was the worst non-musical version of A Christmas Carol I had ever seen).  You can tell this remake of the Scrooge musical was made with children in mind as it gave The Ghost of Christmas Present little pixie-imp henchmen that turn into tiny demon-imps when The Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come arrives. 

I was a little surprised when I realized it was a remake of the Albert Finney musical but done to animation. Somehow I didn’t recognize the “I like life” number in the trailer for the movie.

I think the best thing about this was Luke Evans.  He has a fantastic voice and certainly should be in more musicals. He was underused here and he was the only saving grace to the live action Disney’s Beauty and the Beast live action remake as Gaston.

I think Luke Evans needs to be in more musicals. Hell, I want to see him as Dracula in Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula: The Musical.    

I think I give this version a seventy-five or an eighty.  It might be better than that but I think I’m a little burnt out on Christmas Carol adaptations.  I think Christmas needs a new wholesome ghost story.  A lot of people don’t realize it but Charles Dickens actually wrote a few of them, not just a Christmas Carol. I’d say they should adapt The Goblins who stole a Sexton but that was pretty much just “Prototype Christmas Carol.”   I’d like to see a fresh, new Christmas ghost story.    

   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPoM5vpV8IU

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[thebibi]

I havent even remotely finished but there is something about 1977 BBC Dracula's depiction of Jonathan getting almost attacked by the Brides that is so fucked up and haunting and I really wish future adaptions could learn from it.

(Description of assault below, if it makes you uncomfortable please don't read further)

So in the book, Jonathan asks Mina for forgiveness that he felt a strange attraction to the Brides even though they were clearly trying to bite him. But in this version, its tricky to maintain the journal keeping aspect when you can see the Brides attack him in real time. Instead they have Jonathan hallucinate or imagine Mina's presence as he's getting assaulted at the same time. Which is mindblowing the more I think about it.

When Jonathan falls asleep in the library, he actually intends to write Mina a letter telling her of his imprisonment. So hes already thinking about her as he falls asleep. Unfortunately the Brides wake him up and start flirting with him, taking the letter and making him chase around the room. Eventually they sit him down and begin petting him, and at this point, it's ambiguous if he is being "seduced" or is disturbed by them.

But as they get closer to his neck, he hears Mina's voice over and over again, and Jonathan looks up and literally sees her in the room with him! He's completely imagined her in a night gown while brushing her hair, an intimate, sexy scene that they would have shared if they were married.

How mesmerising the Brides are but frightening as well, that Jonathan gives up resisting and imagines Mina is with him instead. She's not even replacing the Brides, but she is standing across the room for him to look at and be judged by. He knows the only thing he can do is endure, and so he take comfort in Mina's memory and tries to recall her face for as long as it takes. Its just so heartbreaking.

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