#Claes Bang dracula

[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

[datbatrat]

This man is so and wtf? I'm actually inlove and obsessed.

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Little Dracula doodle, I haven’t drawn Claes before so it’s not… great.

But I’ll probably draw him some more soon.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Please tell me that some of you are also down bad for Dracula??

[queerholmcs]

ii. blood vessel // bbc dracula (2020)

for @victorianpining ♟️🍷🪞

[moremoveslessannouncements-blog]

Agatha: …. do you?

Dracula: wouldn’t you like to know?

[picspammer]

Claes Bang as Dracula

[argyleheir]

Dracula’s signet ring (2020)

[mechanicalemotions]

claes bang as dracula (i'm barking)

[jangmirina]

My favorite character all time.

Oh come to me, personal porn named Dracula.

[agir1ukn0w]

listen up freaks, I will enjoy my interpretations of Dracula as a truly monstrous creature representing disease and abuse and terror AND as a cunning, drop-dead gorgeous, bitchy sex god

[emeeedee]

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Claes you are so hard to draw to me, for some reason.. 💔

[queerholmcs]

ii. blood vessel // bbc dracula (2020) 🪞

[moremoveslessannouncements-blog]

Having way too much fun with these 🤣

[nocturnalnella]

Veil of Shadows. (Chapter I)

Word count : 903.

Warnings : None. (so far)

Pairing : Dracula x female reader.

Setting : Victorian London, 1889, amidst the backdrop of the Industrial Revolution and rising supernatural rumors.

Plot : You, an aspiring journalist, are investigating a series of mysterious disappearances linked to the upper echelons of society. During your research, you stumble upon an invitation to an exclusive gala hosted by the enigmatic Count Dracula, a recently arrived nobleman rumored to be both charming and dangerous.

Chapter I – Shadows of Curiosity.

The gaslights flickered in the damp London streets as you navigated the bustling crowd, your notebook clutched tightly in hand. Y/N, an aspiring journalist, had always been drawn to the stories hidden beneath the city’s surface, and the recent spate of mysterious disappearances had ignited a fierce determination within you.

You worked for a modest newspaper, yet your ambition pushed you to dig deeper. Each account of the missing—prominent figures from high society—had painted a chilling picture, and you felt compelled to uncover the truth behind their vanishing.

Whispers of a supernatural connection intertwined with the mundane, hinting at secrets lurking in the shadows of Victorian London.

As you delved into the investigation, you haunted the libraries, poring over records and old newspapers, each page revealing layers of intrigue.

The more you unearthed, the more unsettling the narrative became. It seemed the upper echelons of society were not only hiding their sins but also playing a part in the darkness that surrounded the disappearances.

Your late nights were filled with the rustle of parchment and the musty scent of forgotten stories. You had come across tales of a mysterious nobleman, Count Dracula, whose arrival in London coincided with the first disappearance. Lord Ashcombe, a well-respected member of Parliament, had vanished without a trace during a lavish soirée, his absence causing ripples of panic among the elite. Your research revealed a pattern; each missing person had been seen in the company of enigmatic figures at various high-society events. Rumours circulated that these figures were part of a secretive society rumoured to dabble in the occult, their gatherings filled with dark rituals and whispered incantations. You couldn’t shake the feeling that they were somehow connected to the Count, whose reputation was a tapestry of charm and danger a perfect enigma that both fascinated and terrified you.

One evening, as you combed through dusty tomes in a secluded corner of the library, a glimmer of gold caught your eye. A gilded invitation to an exclusive gala at the Count’s estate beckoned, promising a chance to uncover more than just rumours. Could this be the key to unlocking the mystery?

In your late-night research, you also stumbled upon a cryptic journal belonging to a long-deceased scholar. Its pages spoke of ancient curses and the allure of immortality, hinting at a dark legacy that echoed through generations. The scholar had mentioned a nobleman whose arrival would signal upheaval, drawing powerful figures into his orbit—an unnerving parallel to what was happening now. As the pieces began to fall into place, you felt a mix of exhilaration and dread. Could the Count truly be at the centre of this web of intrigue? Each clue added weight to the chilling realization that you were standing on the precipice of something far more dangerous than you had anticipated.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, you resolved to attend, knowing that this gala could lead you closer to the answers you sought—or plunge you deeper into the darkness.

As you made your way home, the fog rolled in, shrouding the city in a thick veil. Your heartbeat quickened, not just from the chill in the air, but from the thrill of the unknown. You knew the path ahead would be treacherous, but you were not one to shy away from the shadows.

—

In the days leading up to the event, you transformed your modest lodgings into a flurry of activity. The dim light of your oil lamp illuminated the fabric swatches and fashion plates scattered across your small writing desk. You carefully selected an elegant gown from your limited wardrobe, a deep emerald silk that draped beautifully and accentuated your figure. The colour reminded you of the lush gardens that surrounded the grand estates of the wealthy—gardens where secrets might bloom as easily as roses.

As you stitched delicate lace to the sleeves, your mind wandered to the gala and the countless eyes that would be upon you. You envisioned yourself gliding through the crowd, a vision of poise and grace, but also determined to seek out the truth. You practiced your smile in the mirror, trying to exude both confidence and intrigue.

The final touch came as you adorned your hair with a simple but elegant arrangement of soft curls, pinned back with a jewelled comb that shimmered like stars. You imagined how the guests would gaze at you, intrigued by the mysterious newcomer.

You found an old leather-bound journal, its pages slightly yellowed with age. There, you began to jot down a few observations, notes on potential questions to ask and who might be worth your attention at the gala. Each word dripped with anticipation, a sense that this evening would alter the course of your investigation—and perhaps your life.

On the night of the gala, as you stood before the mirror, the reflection that stared back was not just a beautiful young lady but also a journalist a woman ready to face the darkness head-on. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your determination. With one last glance, you stepped out into the foggy night, ready to uncover the secrets that awaited you.

With determination etched on your face, you steeled yourself for the gala, knowing that the truth awaited—no matter how perilous the journey. The night loomed ahead, promising revelations that could change everything.