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vladtepesishot · 1 year

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His vessel.

ao3 link | russian version

second part

warnings: pwp; breeding kink.

notes: this is so rushed and short honestly the more i re-read it the more i hate it

word count:1126

'You see...I am trying to reproduce.'

Those words echoed in my head and immediately were interrupted with another thrust of his cock against my cervix, bringing me back to the present moment. His cock still uncomfortably stretched me out, even after a solid amount of time, but his tongue exploring my mouth did a good job at distracting me. He pulled away when he felt that I'm out of breath, looking me right in the eyes, progressively thrusting harder and harder and letting out a short groan each time. He grabbed one side of my face and brushed his thumb over my reddened cheek.

'Angelic' he said in a raspy voice with his enchanting accent.'Simply angelic.' he then sighed and stopped to take a glance at my stomach. 'That's why I'm making you the mother of my children right now.'

His words sent a shiver down my spine, making my eye twitch slightly. My eyes looked back at him, searching for an answer, waiting for him to tell me that it's just a joke, or even better, a dream, and nothing more. But the coiling at the bottom of my stomach informed me of reality. The reality of Count Dracula's cold body pressing me into his bed, the silk sheets sticking to my sweaty back. His large hands on the both sides of my hips, moving them along with his thrusts. The wetness of his tongue on my neck. Those things made me lose my sanity. How long has this been going on? How many times has he already emptied himself inside me? How did he even put me in this position? All those questions slipped out of my mind when a sweet release finally crashed over my whole body with an audible whine. His movements sped up, he started sucking on my neck, once again painting it red and purple. With a hungry growl, his white cum covered my insides, perhaps for the hundredth time now. Dracula raised his head, looking at my flushed face with a playful smile. I felt him pull his cock out, the uncomfortable sharp stretch nearly making me hiss. His seed spilled out of my slick pussy, but his fingers quickly caught the white drop and pushed it back into me, all while looking into my watery eyes.

'Look at you.' he said, his tone and gaze unusually soft. 'Such a pretty girl.' pause. 'My perfect mommy.' he grazed my cheek with the back of his hand. His cold lips once again touched mine, I kissed back hungrily, my own body wasn't listening to me and I felt him smile against my lips. I melted into his touch, his vampiric hands all over my body, like I was a lump of clay he was molding to his wants. His long fingers lingered over my clit, my body jerking in surprise, yet I couldn't make any sound except a muffled guttural moan while our tongues intertwined. I squeezed my eyes shut as he gently circled my sensitive bud until I had to push him away with genuine force, my body overstimulated and unable to handle his attention towards my private parts anymore. He didn't stop and continued to press himself against me, putting more and more pressure on my clit, murmuring something barely audible, probably something about him impregnating me. I found his hand and grabbed with all the strength I could muster, desperately trying to pull it away, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Surprisingly, he did. I heard the bed squeaking and noted his absence against my body. My eyes slightly opened, to find his face laying between my legs. I was powerless before him. His pale skinny hands wrapped around my thighs, the sharp nails ever so slightly digging into my flesh. His breath felt like a light breeze against my heated cunt. He looked at my half-lidded crimsoned expression, anticipating for his touch, yet simultaneously rejecting it. At first, he teasingly kissed my puffy outer lips. I placed my tiny hand on his head, gripping the dark hair that covered it. I could feel that his lips got covered in my wetness, as he went on to kiss and then lick my clit. I could feel every little bump on his chilly tongue. It felt so eerie and dreadful to sensate his coldness. His expressions were too alive; his desires were too humane. His desire to reproduce, to impregnate, what could be more human-like? Still, his freezing corpus reminded me of his deadness. Undeadness, to be precise. I wondered, how can he even have children or if he already had any. I couldn't imagine him as a father.

My thighs shook lightly, but Dracula held me in place. He was so eager to please my pussy, he didn't stop even for a second to give me a break, constantly sucking and pecking my clit. I felt feverish, sick almost. I couldn't do anything, but whimper from the tenderness of my small nub. I felt like I could rip his hair off at any moment, if it was even possible. By reflex, I tried kicking him, yet he hadn't moved nor was he planning on doing that before making me cum all over his face. He just laid there, looking at my face, distorted in pleasure and slurped loudly on my dripping slit. Every nerve in my body lit up, he finally loosened his grip on my thighs, giving me the opportunity to shake in my climax. Once again, our mouths connected, as well as our groins. He wasn't wasting any time and his dick was always hard and ready for me. His face pressed into my neck, breathing heavily, which was pretty odd. I leaned further into his touch, almost willing to fuse with him, not only physically, but mentally. The more I pressed against him, the more I felt like we're truly becoming one, hoping that it's not some kind of delusion and he perceives this encounter the same way. I've lost the feeling of time, of reality, everything that remained was me and him; us. I felt another orgasm approach. His thrusts became sloppy, as though he was losing himself in my heat. He raised his head, looking into my eyes. I found his look peculiarly calm and...loving?

'My gorgeous girl. My baby-making vessel.' he said, breaking the long lasting silence. His words made my head spin. I was going insane over him. I hugged him once again, captivating him in my figure. My hot breath tingled his cold skin, my sweaty body sticking to his flesh. Once again, I was drunk in orgasmic pleasure and he was intoxicated with my body. I really was his vessel, I thought.

#bbc dracula x reader #dracula x reader #dracula #smut #dracula 2020

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effloradox · 10 months

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i forgot that you existed; dracula.

track one of LOVER

pairing: dracula x f!reader

synopsis: you share dreams of past lives with your soulmate

word count: 3.4k

Your dreams have always been a source of confusion amongst your family. They’ve always been vivid, and almost always been the same. Flashes of dancing in crowded rooms with people wearing extravagant clothing at parties running until way after the clock struck midnight. Your soulmate’s always been the sole person you’ve danced with in the dream, and even if you can’t make out his face, you can tell from the way the other dancers look at him he must be handsome. His presence seems to command the attention of everyone in the room, and if it were to happen in this life then you know you’d be much too nervous to have everyone’s eyes on you to enjoy dancing.

Being able to connect to your soulmate via your dreams has always been a strange system. You get flashes of past lives together but can’t physically see what your soulmate looks like until you reunite with them in this life. You have a few clues; you know that your soulmate’s tall, like over six foot tall, and it seems like in a past life he was rich if your suspicion that the ball you’ve been dancing in every night is in honour of your soulmate.

Your dreams have been getting increasingly darker though, with flashes of things that you can’t quite place but leave you waking up crying or screaming. It’s started to worry your parents when they call to see how you are and it’s clear you’ve not been sleeping. There’s no medicine to suppress soulmate dreams and sleeping tablets leave you feeling trapped in lucid dreams, aware it’s a dream and yet unable to escape to the safety of the waking world.

So far you’ve been to multiple soulmate specialists and they’ve been unable to help with the problem, and you’ve resorted to setting a plethora of alarms through the night, allowing yourself to rest without ever falling into your REM cycle. It’s been worrying your friends, especially Jack, which you’re chalking up to his occupation as a doctor, but if nothing improves then it’s currently your only way to stay sane and rest without having a nightmare. It’s not been particularly helpful in keeping a steady job either, since your permanent exhaustion leaves you with heavy brain fog most days. It’s not been the easiest earning the money for rent, and whilst Jack has assured you that he’s earning enough to cover you for rent for at least a little while, you can’t help but feel bad that more of the financial burden has fallen onto him.

In a way, him offering you a chance to apply for the research program at the Jonathan Harker Foundation feels a bit like a lifeline. You don’t expect to be chosen, so when you get the phone call asking you to come in, you can’t help the surprise that leaks into your tone when you tell the woman on the phone you’ll be ready to head there as soon as possible. Jack was out at a club when you got the call, and you’re not expecting him to be there so you quickly grab a small overnight bag, and wait for the car they’re sending to show up. The journey there is quiet, and you pass the time scrolling Instagram, only stopping when you see a post from Jack’s friend Lucy announcing her engagement. It makes you wince slightly, you know Jack’s had a crush on her forever, you can’t imagine how he’s feeling right now. You send a quick text asking if he’s okay, putting your phone away just as you pull up to the foundation, thanking the driver as you get out of the car and head inside. Signing in for the process is easy enough, it’s mainly just a nurse asking if your medical records are up to date whilst you change into a pair of scrubs. The last thing she gives you before sending you on your way is a small lanyard that has your blood type on before you’re led into a small auditorium by another member of staff.

The presentation starts not too long after you’ve sat down, and the video of the recent exploration of the Demeter fills the projection screen. There’s only a handful of people sitting, maybe 20 at most, and the video is only disturbed when some more people walk in. You turn slightly, and are surprised to see Jack walk in with Dr Van Helsing. The woman giving the presentation continues after a small interlude, and then the video shifts to them finding a coffin that had been on the Demeter. You lose interest slightly as she talks about how unusual it was that the coffin was unchanged after over a century, and your attention only shifts back when they open the case and you get a full look at the body stored within it.

The frozen body of Count Dracula shown on screen immediately demands your full attention, and you can’t help but feel like you know that face. You can’t shake the feeling that he’s familiar though in what way you wouldn’t be able to say. The woman giving the presentation continues on to say about how well preserved the body was, and the speech only takes a shift when the diver on the screen places a hand too close to the teeth of Dracula. The water is immediately filled with blood and the video pauses on the image of the diver’s finger caught in the mouth of the Count.

“The body was not preserved. Dracula was, in fact, alive, though dormant. Apparently, in some restorative coma in which he would have remained if I hadn’t been stupid enough to feed him. So, in case you’re wondering, vampires bite.” The presenter lifted her arm at the end of her speech, showing off a cast on her arm that she had concealed until then. A few of the people around you let out a nervous chuckle, but the sombre mood returns as the presenter continues to speak. “You need to know what you’re signing up for. We will keep you safe but this isn’t just about giving blood. It’s not just another student drug trial, there is a reason it is better paid. Now, you will have controlled exposure to a vampire, are we clear?” A general murmur of agreement passes through the other volunteers in the room, and the presenter seems to look closely at you all for any signs of hesitation or regret. When she is apparently satisfied, she continues with her lecture.

“Obviously at this point, having triggered his revivification, we opted for a tactical retreat. We resealed the box so nothing could interfere with the process, and we monitored from the shore. It took Dracula another ten hours to fully revive and, of course, we were waiting for him on the beach. He was brought here shortly after, but not before he had killed someone. We are not telling you this to scare you, but you have to be aware of all of the risks that can come from being part of the programme.”

“How can you guarantee our safety?” The voice comes from behind you, and most heads in the room turn to face the man who spoke.

“Dracula is currently sealed in a solid steel and glass prison cell, above which is a roof that retracts and allows sunlight inside which we can direct to keep him in place. You will only enter the room when the sun is up so if he were to act out in any way, the sunlight would immediately put a stop to it. There are also multiple armed guards stationed within the room at any given time. There will be risk, of course, but we will do everything in our power to keep you safe. Does that answer your question?” The man who spoke up nodded and the presenter leant back on the table. “Does anyone else have any questions?”

“Does he speak English?”

“He does. When he spoke briefly to Doctor Van Helsing, he said that the blood he consumes allows him to access memories or skills that the person feeding him possesses. When I fed him, he learned how to speak English.” The presenter answers a few more questions before more researchers come in and escort all the volunteers out. You’re quick to make your way to Jack’s side as they ask you all to separate according to your blood types, leading the various groups down a maze of corridors leading deeper into the facility.

“You certainly took your time getting here.”

“I wasn’t expecting to get the phone call at - in the morning.” With everything that had happened, you’d forgotten that Jack had been on a night out when you’d been picked up. You winced slightly at the lapse in your memory.

“How’re you feeling? I saw Lucy announce her engagement on Instagram.” You watch as Jack’s expression falters slightly at the reminder of the night’s bombshell and you can’t help but reach out and squeeze his hand. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Probably for the best. We never would’ve worked out anyway.”

“You don’t know that, Jack.” The smile Jack sends your way is full of sadness, you both know that he’s thought the silhouette in his dreams was Lucy for the longest time. You can’t even begin to imagine how it feels to find out that they aren’t destined to be together the way Jack has hoped for. You try to change the subject over to how well Zoe’s looking, all things considered and, once the conversation is on steadier ground, it’s easy to pass well over an hour in the waiting room chatting quietly with your friend until a man in a lab coat walks into the room, a clipboard in hand.

“Miss (Y/N)? We’re ready for you now.” You feel the eyes of everyone in the room land on you as you stand slowly. You try to hide it, but you can feel your legs shaking slightly with anxiety. You feel Jack squeeze your hand gently before letting go as you make your way towards the door and leave the other volunteers behind. Whilst they’ve guaranteed your safety, you can’t help but feel like you’re walking towards your own execution. You know you’re finally there when Zoe is standing outside a door waiting for you. She looks much more relaxed than you do, like this is an everyday occurrence for her rather than some freak miracle.

You’re not sure what to expect when you’re led into the holding room for Dracula. It’s been described to you in detail, but it’s still strange walking into the room and seeing the glass prison for yourself. The Count himself is lying down on the cot they provided for him, arms crossed behind his head, and when the door closes behind you, he doesn’t move.

“You’ve brought yet another lamb to slaughter then?” The voice makes you jolt and you hear a quiet chuckle from the cell. “Oh it’s another jumpy one then?”

You can’t help the anxiety on your face as the attendant guides you to the door of the cell. You watch as the guard shifts the sunlight, blocking Dracula from getting to the door as the attendant unlocks it. They give you a slight nudge to encourage you to walk in and you force yourself to take a deep breath before stepping into the cell, listening as the door is closed behind you. The vampire hasn’t moved to get up yet, and, despite the barrier of sunlight separating the two of you, you can’t help but look nervously over to Zoe who’s watching closely from outside.

“Count Dracula, I believe it would be rude for you to ignore your guest. Again.” The vampire let out an exaggerated sigh before moving to stand up.

“I’d hardly call it rude Dr Van Helsing, do you make a habit of looking your food in the eye before you…”

The vampire's words trail off as he finally looks at you. In a second, he’s up on his feet, standing just before the barrier of sunlight. He’s looking at you with a kind of reverence you have only ever seen in your dreams, and things suddenly slot into place in your mind. It’s him. He’s the man who’s been haunting your dreams for as long as you can remember. Time seems to grind to a halt for both of you as your dreams flash through your mind, this time with his face crystal clear in your mind.

You take a step forward without even thinking, working purely on instinct, before a pair of arms are wrapped around you and you're pulled back to the door of the cage. Dracula’s expression shifts from reverence to fury, as he snarls at the person holding onto you. You watched as he moved towards you, seemingly forgetting about the wall of sunlight separating the two of you until it had come into contact with his skin and he instantly recoiled back into the shade, rage still evident on his face. The two of you continue to look at each other even as you’re pulled out of the cage and the door is slammed shut. You realise that the person who pulled you out is Zoe, her face scrunched with fury as she glares at the vampire. She gives you a quick once-over to check that you’re not hurt, frowning at the slightly dazed look you’re sporting. She turns back to the vampire, who’s eyes haven’t left yours.

“What did you do to her?” If he hears Zoe, Count Dracula gives no indication of doing so. He walks towards the wall of the cell to be as close to the two of you as possible. When he next speaks, he ignores Zoe completely, his focus solely on you.

“Well, this is a surprise, isn’t it? After all this time, I assumed you would have passed me by. I have crossed oceans of time to find you, my dear. I suppose I crossed a literal ocean as well.” To Zoe’s credit, she seems to work out what has happened quickly and, once she understands, she’s quick to grab you once again, pulling you back to the door leading to the rest of the facility. You’re not sure if it’s the sheer exhaustion of not having one of your naps or the shock of meeting your soulmate but you can barely find it in you to fight against the harsh grip on your arm, and you allow yourself to be pulled out, keenly aware that Dracula’s voice is getting more aggressive as he yells for Zoe to let go of you. You can still hear him even when you’re halfway down the corridor, Zoe’s grip still acting like a lifeline to a reality that doesn’t seem to make any sense anymore.

Whilst you don’t know Zoe very well, she knows Jack much better than you after all, you know that there’s no way she’ll let you go back in to see Dracula after finding out you’re his soulmate. She’s good enough to get someone to drive you back home so you can try and get some rest and then you're being gently escorted out of the facility and back into the harsh reality of the world. It occurs to you that Jack has no idea about how earth shattering the day has been for you as well as him and you send a text to him letting him know you’ll meet him back at the house and you have news to tell him before he worries about where you’ve gone. It’s all you can do to not fall asleep in the car and when you close your front door you head immediately to your room and all but collapse onto your bed. You set a timer giving yourself an hour to rest and then take a well needed sleep.

It’s quiet when you wake up. It’s never particularly loud in the house, but you’d expect to hear the gentle thrum of the boiler if Jack had come home and turned the heating on, or maybe just the sound of him moving around downstairs but it’s weirdly silent. You’re always groggy when you’ve had a nap (definitely a result of you avoiding any real sleep), so your first port of call is to grab your phone and head downstairs to make yourself a coffee. You make your way slowly down the stairs, checking for any messages. You have two texts; one from Jack, and one from Zoe. The message from Jack says he’ll be home soon and is excited to see you, which is somewhat strange since it was sent almost as soon as you fell asleep and he’s still not back. You finish making your coffee and you take a moment to process the last 24 hours before checking Zoe’s text. Reading it makes your blood run cold.

Dracula has escaped. He took Jack’s phone. We’re sending someone to pick you up.

The implications of the text are unnerving to say the least. You’re not sure if it means that Dracula of all people was the one to reply to your message or he took it after Jack replied to you but you make a mental note to ignore any messages from Jack and only keep in touch with Zoe.

The knocking on the front door makes you jump, cutting through the eerie silence that was dominating the house and pulling you out of your thoughts. You put the empty mug in the sink, pocketing your phone before opening the door. You don’t recognise the man on the other side, and he doesn’t strike you as a scientist. He looks almost nervous for some reason, and you noticed that his hand shook slightly as he shifted his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He doesn’t quite look you in the eye when he finally looks at you.

“I was sent to collect you.” There’s a small part of your brain that doesn’t trust the man in front of you, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the Zoe had specifically chosen a driver you hadn’t met before so you’re quick to grab your house keys, locking the door behind you and following the man to the car with blacked-out windows that he heads to. The drive is in silence again, and when he pulls up on the drive of a moderately sized house rather than the Harker Foundation, your anxiety spikes immediately. It’s an area you don’t recognise, and it occurs to you that you wouldn’t be able to make your way home unaided.

“I thought I’d be going back to the Foundation.”

“This is a safe house. It’s where I was instructed to drop you off.” You let out a soft acknowledgement, pulling your phone out and sending a message to Zoe that you’re at the safe house before climbing out of the car. You can sense the driver watching you as you walk to the door, testing the handle and letting yourself in when you find it to be unlocked. It’s dark inside, reflecting the setting of the sun outside. You walk into the main room of the house, and your only source of light is a small candle. All the curtains have been drawn and you can’t help but feel like this is some kind of trap. When you hear something shift behind you, you’re quick to turn and you let out a scream when you see the looming figure of Count Dracula standing in the doorway. He doesn’t react to your scream except for a small smile appearing on his face.

“Now, there’s no need to scream, dearest. You know I won’t do anything to harm you.” You back away, immediately feeling like a deer in the headlights. You only stop when you feel the wall against your back and you have nowhere else to go.

“What did you do to Jack?”

“Nothing. He misplaced his phone at the institute, I merely found it and happened upon your number.”

“How did you find where we live?”

“Jack very helpfully had it labelled on his Google Maps.”

“And the man outside?”

“My lawyer. He’s been rather helpful in helping me to adjust to modern living.”

“What do you want with me?”

“I’ve done nothing but dream of you for over a century my dear. I think it’s high time we get to know each other.” The vampire steps towards you, in a move that feels like he’s sealing your fate. In what feels like a recreation of one of your recurring dreams, he stops in front of you, and offers you one of his hands. “May I have this dance?”

#my writing #dracula x reader #bbc dracula x reader #fem!reader #lover

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adalwolfgang · 1 year

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Dracula, laying on the floor: I guess you could say

I’ve…fallen for you

(Name): you literally just rolled down an entire flight of stairs, how are you even alive-

Dracula: 😉

#inccorect quotes #bbc dracula x reader #dracula x reader #bbc!dracula x reader #vampire memes #x reader #reader insert

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moonlightmaeve · 10 months

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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"

#vampire fiction #vampire smut #vampires #dracula fanfiction #bbc dracula #bbcdracula×reader #dracula 2020 x reader #dracula 2020 #fanfic #fanfiction #sexy vampire #fantasy #short smut #smut writing #smut #one off #oneoff #short fiction

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year

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Count Dracula

Dracula (BBC) x Female! Reader

I wrote this back in 2020 when the show came out.

In honour of spooky season 2022, here it is with a slightly updated look!

I’ll update the info on each chapter in the future. For now, use this to get to each chapter and enjoy!

♡♡♡

Chapter One - Count Dracula

Chapter Two - Differences

Chapter Three - Warnings

Chapter Four - Lonely

Chapter Five - Lucy and John

Chapter Six - Talking again

Chapter Seven - A night to remember

Chapter Eight - Night and day

Chapter Nine - Leap of faith

Chapter Ten - Insane

Chapter Eleven - Concerns of a human

Chapter Twelve - A little busy

Chapter Thirteen - Mortality

Chapter Fourteen - Arrangements

Chapter Fifteen - Decision made

Chapter Sixteen - Myth and lore

Chapter Seventeen - Three hours

Chapter Eighteen - Fear and doubt

Chapter Nineteen - Sickly

Chapter Twenty - Sunset

Chapter Twenty-One - Reborn

Chapter Twenty-Two - Unexpected surprises

Chapter Twenty-Three - The count and his wife

Chapter Twenty-Four - Homeward bound

#dracula x reader #count dracula #dracula bbc #dracula 2020

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seleneblue · 1 year

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Winter Fruit (Part 1)

x. Dracula 2020 x. Dracula x Reader x. Explicit x. Summary: A new life, a new chapter, and everything is getting so heated. x. Word count: 630

“What is it that you desire?”

So lush, lovely, and dark. The vampire’s voice is like a fine and deadly syrup. The vowels tickle in your ear like a beautiful, sinister little dance.

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. Plush curtains and lamps with soft amber glows blocked out most of the golden rays, except for one sliver peeking through a far off window. Close enough for you to see the waning sunlight, and far away to do any harm. Soon, the night would bloom with pinholes of stars like silent cosmic guardians flitting over your darkest desires.

The vampire is talking to you.

You reach for an onyx bowl and finger a fresh fig, delaying the inevitable answer Dracula already knew. Days passed—maybe even a week—since you eschewed your old life. Abandoned routines and livelihoods to run head first into his arms with no plan, present or future.

You make eye contact with him and bite into the petal-soft ripened fig instead of answering. You hope it burns him. Just a little bit, enough for some delicious trouble.

Dracula says your name one more time. The urge to say Yes, Daddy pulsates in your throat.

You eat the rest of the fig. “Mm, you.”

In Dracula’s chambers the fireplace is full of blue and orange tipped flames. Something else in you is already burning, it’s mossy and ancient. Carnality lives in your mouth.

If only he would fully taste it.

Everything around you both is an embrace and a spell. Wreaths of dried pomegranates and lamb’s ear (fairy treasures, Dracula tells you), candle sconces, and portraits of beautiful women and men long gone adorn the flocked velvet wallpaper. The room is warm and the heat pools inside your belly in wild anticipation of his mouth, his such sharp teeth.

In this arid, forest-tinged museum is where new art will be made—Dracula’s worship of you.

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Dracula is upon you before you take a new breath. The scent of you is intoxicating, like a lush forbidden fruit. The rising heat makes you both hunger.

“What is it that you desire?” he asks again.

At this moment, you study his hands. How close they are to your neck, how large they are against your skin. His fingers trace lines at your clavicles, the other hand reaching to your breast and teases your nipples.

You gasp. Dracula continues.

“Yesterday, you asked me to rip your dress off into shreds,” he says into your ear. “And you rode my thigh.”

Dracula nips at your neck. Teasing, so much teasing. You moan and his eyes turn red. “The day before that, I worshiped your slit again and again.” You grin, remembering the delicious forced orgasms, quivering in a pile of sticky sweat with pinpricks of blood glistening at your throat.

Dracula shivers with arousal. “You are beautiful, my dove,” he says.

He bites you hard, leaves a trickle of blood on your neck and chest in his destructive wake. Sighing, you try to muster the words of your desire. “Tell me,” he commands.

The small puncture marks on your neck ache with pleasure. Your lips feel warm, pulsating at the prospect of his kisses, and even more pleasure. Languid thoughts race through your head, if he could take you fully. If Dracula could make you truly his.

Dracula lazily pinches your nipples again, your body keeps heating up. The wet space between your thighs throbs. “I want you,” you say. “All of you—completely inside me.”

He straddles you and that sickly divine scent of mythology and dark pomegranates fills your nose. You’re ready to take him, to be filled up with his hard hot sex. You’re ready to be a bride.

“You wish is my command,” Dracula says. “My bride.”

Part 2 (Coming soon, hopefully by the end of this week.)

#dracula 2020 #fan fiction #fandom #vampire fanfic #vampire fanfiction #dark academia #dracula bbc #count dracula #dracula fanfiction #claes bang #dracula x reader #fanfic #brides of dracula

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lizmindpalace · 2 years

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Blood and Crime

Summary: A new and unusual murderer will make Sherlock change in ways he would have never expected.

Warnings: In this work there will be eventual explicit content, graphic depictions of violence, there may be a lot of triggers such as anxiety, depression, paranoid, mental illness, murder, suicidal tendencies, horror, very toxic relationships, manipulation, sexual innuendoes, gore, lots of blood, nightmares, fantasy and vampires.

You can find it also on AO3.

Chapter 7- Crime

Newspapers could be found piled up in the centre of the living room at Baker Street on the little table when a recent and interesting crime was slowly encroaching the attention of everyone in London, a serious crime, either because it was ticklish and involved ravening murderers or because it had to be solved having a race against time. It was almost unfathomable the way facts could be twisted among the lines of the sensationalism of the London press and in order to approach as much as possible to the real story, the notes of every newspaper had to be read, hence the coincidences in all of them could be found.

However, in this specific case, there was little to be told, most of journalists agreed that the atrocity of the crime had been vast, and at the same time invisible, they could not decide, allegedly the case was so eerie, they were all perplexed and their tiny detective skills were useless now, they could not find a rational explanation to the thread that had led to that situation. John, on the other hand, trusted Sherlock would be able to make the pieces fall into places and solve that puzzle, no matter how much tangled it was.

"So?"

John knew Sherlock's eyes shone every time he had a clue, even if his face remained emotionless, and that triumph expression was now drawn in his pupils, defeating his cold and apathetic look.

"I haven't figured it out yet" he muttered. "I will, soon".

Sherlock had given in his habit of smoking and nicotine patches turned out being an effective displacement to fight anxiety, product of the uncertainty that the lack of knowledge brings with it, as if it was a thunder that surprises an individual lost in the middle of the darkness, yet over the last days, Sherlock had increased the amount of patches from three to seven but his anxiety or desire for an adictive substance, that was not cocaine or morphine, would not recede.

He had adopted his usual but always weird position that indicated he was wandering through his mind palace and John noticed he was having trouble focusing, so he decided to give him some time alone, after all, he had things to do and the feeling of a crime such as this one was dismal... or enthralling, it depended on the individual, or rather if his last name was Watson or Holmes.

It was a mental clinic in the north of London, in the area where the patients under serious conditions were treated, whose mental health was completely damaged. That wing in the hospital served as shelter for people that suffered from schizophrenia and were no longer able to discern real life from their hallucinations, real people from their persecutors; dissociative identity disorder and some with several and more complicated illnesses such as zoophagous people and even there was a case of cannibalism that was under control, according to the expert of the hospital.

In words of the nurses, one of the patients, who had not been so long there and whose diagnose had recently improved, had to be putted down once more using tranquilisers over the last week, due to a sudden and unexpected aggressive period as well as uneasiness, both making a mortal combination, almost impossible to control. At night, a tranquiliser would be injected after dinner, hence he could sleep, the patient would show some resistance because he argued there was some kind of presence waiting for him to fall asleep though. It was planned some brain radiographs would be taken to find out if it was schizophrenia the new inhabitant of his brain, the one that produced the deliriums.

That evening he had persisted with his ideas; he said the shadow he would always see under the moonlight that came through the little hole, that was supposed to be a window, had told him it would be his last night. The nurses tried to make him stay calm, tried to shut his fears and provided him the medicine, as they would do now every night. The next morning once they unlocked the door, they found out lying on the floor a distorted face: puffy closed eyes, broken nose, twisted lips, disfigured cheekbones as though he had received a thrashing, the spine was also broken, and he had suffered from an acute anaemia, there was not a single drop of blood in his body. The view left everyone flabbergasted, no one was able to find an explanation to such a violent death for a man, and the way the facts had occurred was also an enigma that could not be solved.

Lestrade was also surprised, and he also lacked a proper explanation of the facts, he was limited by his abilities in the criminology science, so he had called Sherlock at first time in the morning, hoping that his knowledge and abilities would be of use, and he could actually explain what had happened in that case with such a turbulent and dark environment, he knew it was Sherlock's speacialty and at any second, he would be begging for him to come to the crime scene.

A couple of hours later, the detective moved around the room with cold but light hues as if it was a place he knew well. There was no trace of intruders, no one who was an outsider had been there, except for the detective himself, of course, who carefully walked from one spot to another and was now examining the corpse, there was no trace of murder, yet those injuries had to be produced by someone else, the victim could not have done that to himself, and in addition, no one had heard anything, not a single noise coming from either the room or another part of the hospital. It had been a quiet night for the patients, allegedly, everyone had deeply slept, regardless the fact the screams of the victim must have uttered, due to that massacre, should have been heard all around the place, and someone should have gone to give a look, to help.

"Any theory?" Lestrade was shocked, and that picture had left a knot in his stomach that would not disappear before some time, at least some days.

"Two" Sherlock snickered, he didn't think he had to force himself to hide his fun, he hadn't had such a good mood since a long time ago, and this case was both interesting and dreadful, features he loved when it came to a case. Sometimes detective inspector Lestrade could not stand Sherlock Holmes' behaviour, and his blood would freeze.

"Which are?" he asked in an attempt to rush things; hence he could send Sherlock home and stop seeing that damn sociopathic smile.

"Either he was killed under the effects of a strong drug or poison, or someone in this place murdered him and had some allies. We'll wait for the forensic examination results".

The detective went back to Baker Street under the moonlight, the coldness was slapping his curls and immaculate face, but he didn't feel cold.

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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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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vladtepesishot · 11 months

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His vessel. (2)

first part

ao3 link | russian version

warnings: pwp; breeding kink; lactation

notes: i guess that's the long awaited sequel? it's a bit short but i like it actually

word count: 926

The room was dimly lit with candlelight. The candles were long and white, situated all over the headboard of the bed and the nightstand, dripping all over the glossy wood. The stone furnace wasn’t lit for it was the middle of summer, but that night certainly seemed rather chilly. Despite its weakness, the light helped me distinguish his face. The high cheekbones; the oddly warm, dark-brown eyes that resembled two tiny buttons at the moment; the ink-black hair, all disheveled from my constant touch; the bare, almost glowing skin of his torso, drastically contrasting his hair and eyes, the color appearing unhealthily pale. Count Dracula. His gaze was directed towards me, analyzing the smooth curve of my swollen stomach, stroking my side with his pointy nails while my fingers delicately grazed his chest. The upper side of my body stayed exposed to his prying eyes, observing my desperation and vulnerability in this delicate state, yet my hips and legs were lightly covered by a red silk blanket, which barely warmed me. On the other hand, Dracula’s whole body was on display, like an ancient statue in a museum. His hands went up my body and traveled towards my hands, grabbing them gently. His icy thumb lightly stroked the soft skin, nearly making me shake, before he brought it to his lips to give it a light peck. He looked at me, observing my facial expressions for a sign of discomfort. I looked at him with a half-lidded expression, nearly falling asleep. His kisses slowly moved towards my wrist, then to my elbows, progressively moving up until he reached my collarbones, his lips not breaking contact with my skin even for a brief moment. He looked up at me, his eyes resembling those of a small adoring animal. I attempted to speak, only letting out a squeak as my dry lips stuck together because of my prolonged silence, which made it hard to open my mouth immediately. A smile adorned his face as he watched my actions. I let out a chuckle, showing off my teeth.

“I'm cold.” I murmured, barely audible to anyone but him. Perhaps he would've attempted to warm me with his own body heat if humanity had not left his body centuries ago. He shifted, making the bed creak, and our lips grew closer and closer with each passing moment. His kiss didn't provide me with any warmth until his tongue forced itself into my mouth, accompanied by his hand pulling me to his broad frame. He laid on his back, easily placing me on top of him, and slid his hand along my abdomen, stopping at my breasts to run his fingers over my prominent, slightly wet nipple. I placed my hand on his large chest, lightly grazing it with my fingers.

“Warm yourself.” He finally replied. My cheeks burnt at his words and I grasped at his shoulders for balance, giggling playfully. I could feel his cock hardening under me as I grinded against it. I leaned in to give him a kiss, lined up at the tip of his cock, wetness dripping all over it. I tried to look down at the place where our bodies connected, but the view was blocked by my bulging belly. He placed my own hand on it and spoke “You see this? Your womb is swollen with my child. It proves that you are mine.” I smiled and nodded like an obedient girl. With ease, his cock slid into my lubricated pussy. A soft sigh escaped his lips at the feeling of my warm hole. I started moving as much as I could. Seeing my struggle, Dracula grabbed my rounded hips and moved them at a slow pace, thrusting back as much as he could. The wooden bed squeaked under our bodies, barely audible because of my heavy panting, as his cock penetrated my pregnant pussy. I opened my mouth in pleasure, a drop of saliva trickling from the corner of my mouth down to my lower lip, nearly falling unto my chin. His hands gently moved to my swollen tits, playing with the little nubs until a bit of sticky white milk came out. The coldness of his tongue enveloped my wet nipple, playing with it and softly sucking. I leaned in and put my palm to the vampire's head while I breathed in his hair's sweet-musky aroma. He once again looked up to me, without removing himself from my tits, I carefully studied his features, the paleness of his face, every winkle, the curve of his nose, and his doe-like eyes. His cock slid up and down my plushy walls, exploring my insides, pushing me to my limits, still understanding that he's nowhere near close. Moving away from my breasts, he showered my collarbone with kisses before reaching for my lips to steal a kiss and give me a taste of my own milk. I could feel my stomach swirling, my whole body concentrating on my tightened pussy, reflectively pushing myself closer to the man beside me, whose child I bear. My body went limp as the sweet sensation crushed over me, pushing a whimper out of my throat, yet his thrusts didn't stop. Letting myself go back to reality, I heard the creamy sound of my pussy fill the room. I knew that Dracula's libido was hard to satisfy and that by the end of the night I'll be uncapable of speaking. The thought brought a smile to my face. Oh, how lucky I was to be his dumb pregnant girl.

#bbc dracula x reader #bbc dracula #dracula #dracula 2020 #dracula x reader

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overworkedblorbobattle · 9 months

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The full list of characters in the Bracket!

The full list of characters who made it into the tournament are listed under the readmore.

Ada Paige- Rhythm Doctor

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Adora- She-Ra

Aki Hayakawa- Chainsaw man

Alfred Pennyworth- Batman

Almond Cookie - Cookie Run

Angela- Lobotomy Corporation

Anthy Himemiya- Revolutionary Girl Utena

Arthur Lester- Malevolent

Aymeric De Borel- Final Fantasy

Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce- MASH

Bucky Barnes- Marvel

Buffy Summers- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Burgerpants- Undertale

Carmen Sandiego- Carmen Sandiego

Carol Hathaway- ER

Charlie Magne Morningstar- Hazbin hotel

Chip Revvington- Toontown: Corporate Clash

Cliopher "Kip" Mdang- The Hands of the Emperor

Commander Peepers- Wander Over Yonder

Dana Scully- The X Files

Danny Fenton- Danny Phantom

David Jacobs- Newsies

DC/GOV- Welcome to the table

Dean Winchester- Supernatural

Dick Gumshoe- Ace attorney

Doppo Kannonzaka- Hypnosis Mic

Dot Campbell- The Wilds

Dr Charlotte Dubois- Falsettos

Emma Perkins- The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Five Pebbles- Rain World

Ford Pines- Gravity Falls

Fu Hua- Honkai Impact 3rd

George Karim/Cubbins - Lockwood and Co

Gilgamesh "Gil" Wulfenbach- Girl Genius

Gordon Michael Schwinn- A New Brain

Gregor Samsa- The Metamorphosis

Guillermo de la Cruz- What We Do In The Shadows

Harrowhark Nonagesimus- The Locked Tomb

Hera- Wolf 359

Homura Akemi- Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Hunter- The Owl House

Isabelle - Animal Crossing

Izzy Hands- Our Flag Means Death

Jaehee Kang- Mystic Messenger

Jafar- Twisted

Jamil Viper- Twisted Wonderland

Jean Gunnhildr - Genshin Impact

Jeremie Belpois- Code Lyoko

Jess Jordan- Succession

Jonathan Harker- Dracula

Jonathan Sims- The Magnus Archives

Jotaro Kujo- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Keito Hasumi- Ensemble Stars!

Kento Nanami- Jujutsu Kaisen

Kevin Kandy- Spooky Month

Kim Dokja- Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Kim Kitsuragi- Disco Elysium

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Danganronpa

Kunikida Doppo- Bungo Stray Dogs

Kurapika- Hunter x Hunter

Kusuo Saiki - The disastrous life of saiki k

Laerryn Coramar Seelie- Critical Role

Lamplighter/plight- OneShot

Larry- Pokemon

Larry Needlemeyer - The Amazing World of Gumball

Ling Wen- Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing)

Link- The Legend of Zelda

Lisa Cuddy- House M.D

Lisa Wilbourn- Worm

Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre- The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

Loid Forger/Twilight- Spy x Family

Lucifer- Obey Me!

Lucretia- The Adventure Zone

Luisa Madrigal- Encanto

Maedhros Feanorian- The Silmarillion

Mafuyu Asahina- Project Sekai/Colorful Stage

Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug

Marsh- Mistborn

Matthew Venn- The Long Call

Merlin- BBC Merlin

Miles O’Brien- Star Trek

Miss Pauling- Team Fortress 2

MK- Lego Monkie Kid

Molly Blyndeff- Epithet Erased

Mrs Doyle- Father ted

Munkustrap- Cats 1998

Nicholas Benedict- The Mysterious Benedict Society

Nishida- Yakuza

Obi-Wan Kenobi- Star Wars

Olruggio- Witch Hat Atelier

Pandemonica- Helltaker

Parsley Botch- Smile for Me

Peppino Spaghetti- Pizza Tower

Percy Jackson- Percy Jackson

Peregrine Mendicant- Homestuck

Ponder Stibbons- Discworld

Raphael Walt/Sirius Dieke- My Next Life as a Villainess

Ratchet- Transformers

Reagan Ridley- Inside Job

Reim Lunettes- Pandora Hearts

Retsuko- Aggretsuko

Riza Hawkeye- Fullmetal Alchemist

Robin- Smash Legends

Rory Williams- Doctor Who

Ryotaro Dojima - Persona

Sara Chidouin- Your Turn To Die

SecUnit- The Murderbot Diaries

Shang Qinghua - Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Shota Aizawa- My Hero Academia

Sips- Fool’s Gold

Squidward Tentacles- Spongebob Squarepants

Stanley- The Stanley Parable

Steven Alen Starphase- Blood Blockade Battlefront/Kekkai Sensen

Steven Universe- Steven Universe

Super Mario Bros.- Mario Series

Susan Taxpayer- Susan Taxpayer

The Cabbage Merchant- Avatar the Last Airbender

The Captain- BBC Ghosts

The Elsen- Off

The Manager- The Hotel Podcast

Touta Matsuda- Death Note

Trafalgar Law- One Piece

Twilight Sparkle- My Little Pony

Vera Oberlin- Monster Prom

Walter Pensive- Hello from the Hallowoods

Will Graham- Hannibal

William T Spears- Black Butler

#round 1 #tournament brackets #tournament bracket #tournament #tournaments #overworked blorbo battle

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adalwolfgang · 1 year

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Dracula, rolling down the car window:what seems to be the problem, liliacul mic?

(Name): get the f*ck out of my car

(Google Romanian translate💀)

#incorrect quotes #dracula x reader #bbc dracula x reader #bbc!dracula x reader #vampire memes #x reader #reader insert

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moonlightmaeve · 10 months

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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?

#fanfic #vampire smut #smut writing #vampire fiction #bbcdracula×reader #bbc dracula #dracula 2020 x reader #dracula fanfiction #oneoff #short smut

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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In the spirit of spooky season, I shall revive my Count Dracula series. Sound good?

#dracula bbc #count dracula #dracula #dracula x reader

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the-malewife-ever · 1 year

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its 5am. i am very tired. i do not want to go through and pick out all the best responses when i have a test today. so what youre getting now is:

every single character that was submitted [unless i didnt feel comfortable adding them to the data]

^ this includes:

- i didnt feel comfortable putting them in [they are a kid is the most likely answer]

- they break the rules

and goodnight everyone im going back to bed you get your pairings later today. feel free to demand your malewife be in the pairings in the notes of this post all you want but be nice

and sorry to the ppl checking the tags in the search bar for ANY of these characters

read more because we got 301 and then some submissions:

The Top Submitted Characters:

Crazy Dave [Plants Vs Zombies] - 14

Kazuki Kurusu [Buddy Daddies] - 8

Hero [Omori] - 8

Saul Goodman/James McGill [Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad] - 7

Tatsu [Way of the House Husband] - 7

Thoma [Genshin Impact] - 7

Laszlo Cravensworth [What We Do In the Shadows] - 5

Percy de Rolo [Critical Role/Vox Machina] - 5

Ron DeLite [Ace Attorney] - 5

Brett Hand [Inside Job] - 4

Puss in Boots [Puss in Boots] - 4

Sanji [One Piece] - 4

Spamton G. Spamton [Deltarune] - 4

Got 3 Or Less Votes:

9 [9 (2009)]

Adrian Graye Vernworth [The Owl House]

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug]

Alador Blight [The Owl House]

Alistair Theirin [Dragon Age]

Andre Legris [Innocent/Innocent Rouge]

Asgore Dreemurr [Undertale]

Axel Summers [Lemon Soda and Coffee (Webcomic)]

The Baker [Into the Woods (1991)]

Bandit Heeler [Bluey]

Barry Draxum [Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles]

Beacrox Molan [Lout of the Court’s Family]

Benny [Fallout: New Vegas]

Bilbo Baggins [The Hobbit]

BJ Hunnicutt [MASH]

Bob Belcher [Bob's Burgers]

Briefers "Brief" Rock [Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt]

Brock [Pokemon]

Bruno Buccerati [JoJo's Bizzare Adventure]

Bruno Madrigal [Encanto]

Calculester Hewlett-Packard [Monster Prom]

Caleb Wittebane [The Owl House]

Cardan [The Folk of the Air trilogy by Holly Black]

Cecil Palmer [Welcome to Night Vale]

Chakotay [Star Trek Voyager]

Charlie Kelly [It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia]

Chisaki Kai (Overhaul) [My Hero Academia]

Chris Pearson [Dan Vs.]

Chrom [Fire Emblem Awakening]

Clay Rockridge [The Sexy Brutale]

Colin Robinson [What We Do In the Shadows]

Connecticut Clark [FlorkofCows/The Saga of Clark]

Cove Holden [Our Life: Beginning & Always]

Cyclonus [Transformers (IDW1)]

DaLey Vigil [The Great Ace Attorney]

Daniel Cain [Re-Animator]

Darius Deamonne [The Owl House]

Dedue Molinaro [Fire Emblem Three Houses]

Dick Grayson [DC Comics]

Dick Gumshoe [Ace Attorney]

Do Hyun Soon [Flower of Evil]

Ed [Our Flag Means Death]

Eddie Munson [Stranger Things]

Elliott [Stardew Valley]

Faria [Thrilling Intent]

Flex Mentallo [Doom Patrol]

Fox Mulder [The X-Files]

Fukuo [Kiki’s Delivery Service]

Furio Giunta [The Sopranos]

Gao Yizhi [Iron Widow]

Garmadon [Ninjago]

Garry [Ib]

Geto Suguru [Jujitsu Kaisen]

Gilbert Nightray [Pandora Hearts]

Gomez Addams [The Addams Family]

Grover Underwood [Percy Jackson Series]

Hannibal Lecter [Hannibal]

Harrier du Bois [Disco Elysium]

Hazama Masayoshi [Samurai Flamenco]

Heinz Doofenshmirtz [Phineas and Ferb]

Herlock Sholmes [The Great Ace Attorney]

Hordak [She-Ra (Netflix)]

Howl Jenkins Pendragon [Howl's Moving Castle]

Hugh Neutron [Jimmy Neutron]

Hugh Test [Johnny Test]

Ianto Jones [Torchwood]

Ignis Scientia [Final Fantasy XV]

Ingo [Pokemon]

Izzy Hands [Our Flag Means Death]

Jake Sully [Avatar]

James [Pokemon]

Jason Todd [Batman]

Jesus Christ [The Bible]

Joel Hammond [Santa Clarita Diet]

Johnathan Harker [Bram Stoker's Dracula]

John Silver [Treasure Island (1988)]

John Watson [BBC Sherlock]

Jonathan Byers [Stranger Things]

Kaiden Alenko [Mass Effect]

Kai Satou [Your Turn to Die]

Kaito [Vocaloid]

Kakashi Hatake [Naruto]

Katsuya Serizawa [Mob Psycho 100]

Ken [Barbie]

Kermit the Frog [The Muppets]

Kim Dokja [Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint]

Kim Gongja [SSS-Class Suicide Hunter]

Kingsley [Papa Louie Games]

Kisuke Urahara [Bleach]

Klavier Gavin [Ace Attorney]

Kojiro “Joe” Nonjo [Sk8 the Infinity]

Laurance Zvahl [Minecraft Diaries]

Lazarus Bleeze [The Hex]

Leon [Pokemon]

Lestat de Lioncourt [Interview with the Vampire (TV Show)]

Lieutenant Columbo [Columbo]

Light Yagami [Death Note]

Link [Breath of the Wild]

The Lobby Boy [The Hotel Podcast]

Loid Forger [Spy X Family]

Luigi [Mario Franchise]

Luo Binghe [The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System]

Mac McDonald [It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia]

The Man in the Yellow Hat [Curious George]

Manolo Sanchez [The Book of Life (2014)]

Mario [Mario Franchise]

Marshall Eriksen [How I Met Your Mother]

Marvin [Falsettos]

Mendel Weisenbachfeld [Falsettos]

Me [The Mod]

Michael [The Good Place]

Miles Edgeworth [Ace Attorney]

Min-Gi Park [Infinity Train]

Minato Namikaze [Naruto]

Momo [Stray]

Mr. Mime [Pokemon]

The Narrator [The Stanley Parable]

Naven Nuknuk [Epithet Erased]

Oliver Queen [DC Comics (Green Arrow)]

Olruggio [Witch Hat Atelier]

The Onceler [The Lorax]

Palamedes Sextus [The Locked Tomb]

Paper [Inanimate Insanity]

Peeta Mellark [The Hunger Games]

Percy Jackson [Percy Jackson Series]

Peter Nureyev [The Penumbra Podcast]

Preminger [Barbie: Princess and the Pauper]

Qifrey [Witch Hat Atelier]

Quirrel [Hollow Knight]

Ramsey Murdoch [Epithet Erased]

Randy Valentine Jade [Dialtown]

Redd Rockridge [The Sexy Brutale]

Reigen Arataka [Mob Psycho 100]

Ronaldo [The Vampire Dies in No Time]

Rouxls Kaard [Deltarune]

Roy Mustang [Full Metal Alchemist]

Ryoji Kaji [Neon Genesis Evangelion]

Ryuuji Takasu [ToraDora!]

Samwise Gamgee [Lord of the Rings]

Sasuke Itachi [Naruto]

Satan [Puyo Puyo]

Satoru Gojo [Jujitsu Kaisen]

Seven [Zero Escape]

Shinya Fujikawa [Corpse Factory]

Sig Curtis [Full Metal Alchemist]

Silco [Arcane (Netflix)]

Sojiro Sakura [Persona 5]

Sokka [Avatar: The Last Airbender]

Soldier [Team Fortress 2]

Spirit Albarn [Soul Eater]

Spongebob Squarepants [Spongebob Squarepants]

Steve Harrington [Stranger Things]

Steven Grant [Marvel]

Suoh Tamaki [Ouran High School Host Club]

Sword Boyfriend [Transistor]

Tanjiro Kamado [Demon Slayer]

Thomas Sharpe [Crimson Peak (2015)]

Tohru Adachi [Persona 4]

Tom Wambsgans [Succession]

Travis Matagot [Campaign Skyjacks]

Tsukasa Jinguuji [Fabiniku (Life with an Ordinary Guy who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout)]

The Tumblr Boyfriend [Tumblr]

The Twelfth Doctor [Doctor Who]

Tyrell Wellick [Mr. Robot]

Vanitas [Vanitas no Carte/The Case Study of Vanitas]

Vash the Stampede [Trigun]

Victor Nikiforov [Yuri on Ice]

Waymond Wang [Everything Everywhere All At Once]

Whizzer Brown [Falsettos]

William "Spike" Pratt [Buffy the Vampire Slayer]

William “Dex” Pointdexter [Check Please!]

Yeza Brenatto [Critical Role]

Yoo Joonghyuk [Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint]

You [The Voter]

Zagreus [Hades]

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