#dracula imagine

[lesbian-deadpool]

Wade: You either become a vampire, or live long enough to get railed by one.

Dracula: 

Dracula: Please leave my dwelling and never return.

[free-for-all-fics]

Random thoughts and ideas/prompts for Van Helsing 2004 Dracula because he’s underrated and I want more content of him 🩸If any of these inspire you to write something, please tag me 💜

1. What if you were in an enemies to lovers/Beauty and the Beast situation with Dracula? He keeps you a prisoner of sorts so he has eyes and ears on the human villages, maybe makes you pose as his sickly wife even, to lure humans to the castle under the false pretense that his wife is in urgent need of a doctor. But you also have a fire in you and stop fearing him at some point so you stop taking any of his melodramatic crap. You fall in love eventually. What would your relationship be like?

2. Write something for Van Helsing Dracula with the dialogue, “I will search forever in the dark.”

“You’re here. You’re here. I’ve been waiting for so long.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you again.”

3. Write something for Van Helsing Dracula with the Tuck Everlasting quote, “Do not fear death, but rather the unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”

4. Write something for Van Helsing Dracula with the quote, “Ever think you’re lonely because you kill people?”

“Or I kill people because I’m lonely.”

5. While in his black wolf form, Dracula is injured badly enough to pass out. He wakes up in a wildlife rehab center, still in his wolf form, being cared for by the reader, who might make a delightful new bride. (That “There’s much to be learned from beasts” scene in Coppola’s Dracula got me like)

6. What if Dracula was actually successful in his efforts to reproduce and had children? What do you think Dracula (and his brides) would be like as a parent? Just imagine if Dracula produced viable offspring and they survived.

7. You accidentally cut yourself while using a letter opener or something. Dracula displays some self control, overcoming his vampire instincts so he can treat your injury. He knows you don’t want to be a vampire yet, and for some reason he can’t explain, he cares about you. You can tell it’s hard for him, you can see the pain & conflict in his eyes, fangs threatening to come out as he struggles to contain himself.

8. Reader is human and Dracula’s secret lover. But then tragedy strikes when reader is either killed or dies (accident, disease, what have you). So instead of Dracula going to Victor to make a monster, he demands Frankenstein resurrect you. He still wants you as his bride and he won’t take no for an answer. He loves you too much to let death claim you and take you away from him. He’ll make you immortal, even if you’re not a vampire as he intended. He may claim to be hollow, but you’re different. You make him feel.

9. In the video game, it’s shown that Dracula had a secret life and lover while he was mortal, even though this was forbidden by The Order. When her existence was discovered, the plan was to exile her. But after she was accidentally killed during attempts to capture her, Dracula turned to necromancy to try to bring his beloved back to life. Imagine a fic where reader was his past lover from the 1400s and is reincarnated during the movie’s timeline.

OR The Order was actually too late to stop him and little did Vladislaus know, he succeeded in resurrecting her before he was murdered. The resurrection just wasn’t instant and instead centuries had to pass before reader could wake up again, fully healed and regenerated - As if her murder never happened. Now she’s crawled out from her grave, awoken in Transylvania which looks different than what she remembers, even though to her it feels like only minutes have passed. What’s become of Vladislaus? What’s happened?

10. Or maybe a fic inspired by this dialogue from the game: “Why would any man betray his best friend? Jealousy? Ambition? Love? Someday you too will be cursed by love as I was, and all your efforts to resurrect it will turn to disgusting mockeries of what you once had, as have mine.”

11. Ok this one may seem very obvious but how about a fic or headcanons for being in a poly relationship with Dracula and his wives? Whether you’re human or vampire, up to you.

12. You’re on a trip to Transylvania with a few of your best friends. All of you collectively make the stupid decision to camp nearby Dracula’s castle. When you wake up in the morning, your friends are gone and you must go into the castle to save them. Who knows what lies within?

13. You’ve been raised to be a monster hunter by your village, but you’re getting tired of the chase and are wanting it to be over. For your latest mission, they’ve sent you to Dracula’s castle to put him down for good. You ascend the steps, gripping your sword in one hand and your crossbow in the other, prepared for a fight. What you find instead is a severely aged and tired Dracula, waiting for you. His brides are dead, and he hasn’t been able to feed in so long. Like you, he’s tired. Perhaps you can come to an arrangement that benefits you both.

14. You’ve just purchased a 15th century castle in Romania and moved your entire family in. Unfortunately, Dracula and his brides have returned home from an extended vacation.

15. Imagine being Dracula’s daughter (you’re a human he kidnapped surprise adopted from the village as a child after the first attempt of creating offspring burned to ashes). You’re now an adult and It’s your final birthday as a mortal. He throws a special Hallows Eve Ball in his summer palace because tonight you’ll be turned into a vampire and feed for the first time. (Imagine if you took after your mothers and father, and wanted to create 3 vampire brides for yourself as well. These brides could be male, female, whatever lol)

16. Imagine being Anna’s sister and one night you and some other people go off into the forest near Dracula’s castle for a mission, only for your party to get ambushed and killed by Dracula in his black wolf form. He kidnaps you and keeps you locked in a golden cage that’s attached to the ceiling, with only candles and a stained glass painting of the sun giving you the illusion of light in the dark room. He tells you that you “remind him of someone he once loved and lost long ago”. He wants to use you as bait for Van Helsing and Anna, but he actually has no intention of trading you. He wants to keep you for himself, believing you’re his reincarnated wife.

17. Imagine being human and living with Dracula and his wives. You’re either their daughter or another bride, up to you. Either way, imagine if monster hunters broke into the castle and found you first, mistaking you for a vampire. They incapacitate and start hurting you in ways that feel like torture, to try to get you to tell them where the other vampires are. Your screams and sounds of distress awaken Dracula and his brides, alerting them. It’s not yet dusk/twilight, so they’re unable to help you since the sun is still up. They can’t reach the room you’re in. By the time the sun sets and they can kill the hunters, you’re so wounded and on the brink of death. Dracula has no choice but to turn you. In your weakened state, you try to tell him no, that you’re not ready, but he regretfully tells you he must do this now. He bites you and forces you to drink his blood. Even if you try to spit it out, he won’t let you.

[disco-tea]

Well anyway, don’t want to read today's entry, don’t want to read any more entries. There’s this legend called the Bloofer Lady that’s been around for a hundred years and if you aren’t careful the Bloofer Lady in her long white dress with her long beautiful hair and soft features will draw you away for a night. It can be scary but you won’t really remember anything, and she’s always very sweet and kind and gentle and she always returns you the next day, albeit a little weak and tired. Some people even have vague memories of her singing to them or saying she’s sorry, soft and ethereal in the moonlight. 

[shattersstar]

i’d still eat the fruit

pairing: dracula x vampire!reader

warnings: minor blood/gore mention, slight angst

excerpt: While he had no care for humanity or their many ideas, if love was another one of their creations, he had reverence for it. He wondered what it would be like to have your heart beat for another, to breathe for another. He was ill equipped for such loving, full of too much destruction and despair for sugar sweet wonderings like that.

a/n: this could be read as like Any version of dracula or even just a vampire in general but I wrote this with dracula from castlevania in mind (and meier link from vampire hunter d: bloodlust if im being honest) feedback is appreciate as always !

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“Hello my lord.” Your voice had broken through the quiet of his study, the sound of the fire crackling in front of him suddenly fell to a hush as you crossed the room. Dracula let out a low chuckle, slouched in his chair and staring into the flames.

“You needn’t call me that.” He stated as you rounded the space where he sat.

“Is it not your title?” You asked, head falling to the side as he continued to watch the fire.

“Not to you. Not anymore.” He blinked up at you, eyes redder than wine. Your lips pulled into a smile, stepping closer. When you had once waited for his permission to approach, you now did it freely—almost tauntingly half the time. You liked to dangle beyond his grasp, something he had once considered you—out of reach—but he knew you’d come if he so beckoned you with his blood red eyes, and dangerous mouth. So he did. A small grin and held gaze had you closing the distance, your hand coming to cradle his cheek. Your fingertips grazed the midnight black of his hair, your index finger twirling a few strands before you dropped your hand back to your side, or tried too. He caught your wrist before you could, holding you in place, a soft expression falling over his often too serious face. “Why do you play such games?” He wondered, watching you go a bit sheepish. You were never good at being caught.

Hundreds of years old, wiser than most of your kind, but still easily embarrassed. You hadn’t used such titles in decades, you were not some general or servant he ruled over. You were moonlight to him, glowing light and beauty with enough strength to command tides and bring upon night. He wondered if you had been a goddess of the moon in some version of your life before him, worshipped and adored by millions. Now you were only worshipped by one, but he was more than enough. He may adore you, but you loved him all the same. You often told Dracula you wished he had turned you, had gotten to taste your blood and to bind you to him forever.

“You are not something to be bound my love. You are not meant to be limited.” He had told you some time ago, while you were wrapped up in his arms and staring up at him with more love than he imagined all of humanity could muster.

“Games?” You questioned, gaining some of your composure. “You make me sound childish my lo—“

“My love.” He corrected before you could even tease. “And I would never call you such a thing, but you already know that.”

“I do.”

“So you admit to playing games?”

“I admit to keeping you guessing.” He let his hand slide down your wrist and over your hand, but still dropped it nonetheless. You watched as his hand found the edge of his flowing cloak and lifted the fabric. He was beckoning and you obliged with speed only humans dreamed of. You were pressed next to him in an instant, somehow managing to fit on his grand chair, cape draped over you as well now. You let your hand find his underneath the fabric, squeezing it before you rested your head on his shoulder. “I came here with the purpose of bringing you to bed.” You murmured, the sun would be rising in an hour.

“We can go—“

“No, I want to stay like this, just for now.” You pushed yourself closer to him, unsure how he managed to stay warm despite the death that filled his veins. He hummed, cheek pressing into the top of your head as the sound of the fire filled the space once again. You both watched it glower and dance before your eyes, something mesmerizing in its movement that even, with all his knowledge, Dracula still held a bit of wonder for man’s simplest creation. The light it emitted flickered across the abyss like blackness of his cloak, keeping the two of you hidden underneath the rolling fabric. It was a moment of softness in your lives that often lacked such things. You two were all fangs and razor sharp claws—notorious vampires known for incredible carnage devoted to holding one another before the sun rises.

And while he had no care for humanity or their many ideas, if love was another one of their creations, he had reverence for it. He wondered what it would be like to have your heart beat for another, to breathe for another. He was ill equipped for such loving, full of too much destruction and despair for sugar sweet wonderings like that. Yet, you were the same—capable of violence and pain, and just as beautiful with the moonlight glowing against your skin or blood dripping from your mouth. He wasn’t meant to love as humanity did, and neither were you. You loved each other as only two vampires could, with more hunger for each other than the hot red blood that kept you alive.

So he found his own words to express such sentiments, words only Dracula could say and truly mean. “I would cull this wretched world ten times over for you beloved.” He said, staring down at you and drawing your gaze back to him. Your brow raised and your eyes searched for what spurred such sentiments. It was spurred by your sheer existence, your sweeping lashes and fangs peaking out. Your very reason for being in his embrace, to beckon him to bed because you simply hated sleeping without him, how could you not know it was you?

“I would never ask that of you.” You replied, still searching for an answer that was right in front of your face. He only chuckled, your free hand slipped from between your bodies to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, ice cold, but still his to love. Your thumb swiped along his cheekbone, just below his eye.

“You wouldn’t need to.” Dracula returned, mouth meeting yours. He kissed you with insistence, fangs grazing your bottom lip before his tongue found its way to yours. Your fingers curled into his face slightly, trying to find purchase while you let him kiss you with as much desire as he wanted. His free hand came to the back of your neck, palm resting on the curve of your skull as he held you to him. He’d kiss you till the sun came up and threatened to kill you both. He’d hold you till the stake pierced his heart or holy water burned his skin. He’d love you as humanity shunned the last of your kind and began the world again.

He would tear out his heart—bloodied and raw—and cast it aside as long as you crawled into the hole left in his ribcage and promised to stay forever.

And forever was the only promise you two could make.

[dyns33]

So, I haven't watched it, but I inquired about the Dracula series, I see why it's not great, especially the end, but I must say that I like the concept of the vampire who wakes up in the world modern. Most of the time, vampires see the changes, while there, Dracula discovers the television, the helicopters, the telephone, Tinder... I find that funny.

Dracula : "Day. Night. Day. Night. Day."

Y/N : "Please stop playing with the switch."

Dracula : "Can we go to the big moving pictures box ?"

Y/N : "... The cinema ? Yes. But I'm driving. You're a horrible driver."

Dracula : "I want to see the sun."

Y/N : "I know. You won't stop watching videos of it on Youtube. And of cats. And Pewdiepie. Why Pewdiepie ?"

Dracula : "I don't know, they told me I would like it so I clicked. And videos of her darling. My other love, with you."

Y/N : "Right right, the Sun is an her, you likes Pewdiepie and you will certainly lose your mind when I'll show you tanning beds."

Dracula : "Tanning what ?!"

[poorlyyy]

Okay so ik I have a lot of requests to answer…but the urge to write a ploy drac x lisa x reader is too strong

[voxmortuus]

Caged Dove

Pairing: Dracula x F!Reader | Dominant!Dracula x F!Reader | Dracula x Touch-Starved Female!Reader

Universe: BBC Dracula (Netflix) Fanfic

Words: 2.4K

TW: Que Opera Singing voice SMUT | Smut-time language | Female Masturbation | Oral Both Male and Female Receiving | Male and Female Ejaculation | Unprotected Sex | Mild touches of voyeurism? | Some Fluff

GIF Credit: Not My Gifs or Image

My Masterlist | REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN

What are you but a bird in a cage? As days go by it's like your eyes are looking through a kaleidoscope, colors are vibrant, but the shapes are abstract. Only it isn't a kaleidoscope, it's the stained glass window behind you casting such color it gives you some sort of hope that maybe one day you will see some sort of relief. You don't hate Dracula for keeping you, he feeds you, allows you to bathe unlike the others he keeps in cages, you have no further worries from the outside, he's been kind to you. But why does he keep you in a cage? Like a Dove, as he would call you as he visits you at night, he watches you sleep, at times you have a true genuine conversation. You would stay if he asked you to, you would be willing to let him feed on you if he asked you, but he keeps you in a cage.

You're sitting there, resting your head against the bars, your eyes closed your breathing is soft, arms are wrapped around your bare knees. You hear footsteps approach and you look up, giving him a small smile you tilt your head.

"Good evening, Count." You whisper softly.

"Good evening, My Dove, how are you feeling?" He asks with a kind smile.

"Like I could use the company." You state honestly.

"Well, I can keep you company." He suggests.

Nodding your head softly. "Yes, please."

He walks to the bars and puts his hands in his pockets and looks at you, tilting his head he smiles. You look over his face and let out a small breath and crawl over and place your delicate dainty hands on the bars, your fingers wrapping around the cold steel bars. You look up at him, your heart picks up beating, the moon hits the stained glass window, illuminating his face, and you feel this urge, an urge to touch, to feel him, to let him touch you. You've hit the point of being touch-starved, you're craving some sort of affection.

You reach your hand out to touch his leg, and you keep your gaze on his face, he looks down at your hand and he knows your heart has picked up pace, watching you as you work your hand up his pant leg you bite your lip and let out a soft breath.

"Did you read the book I gave you last week?" He asks.

"I did, though I wish I had more light, I would read it all day, and all night." You say softly as you move your hand further up his leg, his jaw tightens a moment before he steps closer to you inviting for more, your hand is within inches of his phallus. You could feel the tension in the pants, you begin to wonder if he's touch-starved too, you look over his face making a big move and placing your hand on his phallus over his dress pants. He lets out a soft breath. Looking over his face his eyes glued to you, hearing your heartbeat he rotates his head and licks his lips.

"What do you need My Dove?" He asks you.

With honest eyes, you let out a soft breath. "I need to be touched. I need affection, I need to feel... wanted." You whisper. "You. I. Need. You." you state with a jagged breath, feeling yourself get wet as you rub your hand along his member, feeling your core muscles performing Kegels, it was more wanting than you realized.

You had grown fond of Dracula over the months of being here, could it be Stolkholm Syndrome? Possibly, but you two had built this very unique connection, he has never given you a reason to hate him. He looks at you and bites his lip. Your other hand moving between your legs, under your white dress as you begin to play with your sensitive bud. Your breathing shutters as your other hand grips him through his pants, moving your hand along his length. Your eyes close as you rest your head against the bars. Between your soft moans, your heart beating, and your hand on his cock, his feelings were going into overdrive. He let out a soft groan, and his hands moved to grip the bar.

You unzip his pants and move your hand between the zipper and unbuttoning the front of his boxers you reach your hand in and feel his flesh in your hand and you let out a bit of a louder moan, the others in the area glued to their bars, quietly watching. Your fingers running circles just above your clit and a bit on, a bit heavier pressure. You begin to pant as you pull him from his pants and look up at him, your hand gliding over the length, you move to kneel up your hand still between your legs as he steps closer and your mouth overs over the tip. His jaw slacks a bit feeling the warmth of your breath as you lick the tip of his cock. Letting out a soft groan you take him into your mouth, but just the head. Your pussy quivers hearing him let out a moan, which only encourages you.

You take more of him into your mouth as you slip two fingers inside yourself moving them in and out as your thumb rubs your clit, your fingers soaked, this need was far beyond what you could imagine and it was starting to get to you. Your head moves faster, more with a need and desire, an agenda in your mind, but it wasn't to use, it was to be used, to feel like you have a purpose here. You let out a soft moan against his stiff cock as you take what you can into your mouth, your fingers working you the best you can wet and dripping, he smells it. With a soft exhale he looks down at you.

"Stand up, and turn around." He tells you.

Looking up you say nothing, you stand up, turn around, he puts his hand through the bars and bends you over, taking your hips into one hand he lifts your dress and shoves his cock into you while he pulls you flush against the bars. You let out a heavy moan as you reach behind you and grip the bars tightly as he begins to thrust into you. Your moans filled the attic, your moans bounce off various objects and you hear the others around you touching themselves, gasping and laughing, but you feel so many eyes on you. Your jaw slacks and your hips buckle with every thrust.

"Fuck." You whimper softly as he thrusts harder into you. Using every bit of you. He lets go of your hips and moves to grab your hands as he moves you to use you sliding out to just the very tip only to slam you back into the bars and him. Feeling him fill you to the point of a breaking point a painful pleasure, you scream as he picks up speed.

"Fuck!" You let out.

"You're not allowed to finish, not until I say." He tells you.

"Yes, Sir." You whimper, it was no problem to say what you said, you cherished the word, it was a word you felt was special, and it was so easy to say it, in your mind, this was what your purpose was, to please the Count.

With a moan and a grunt he pulls from you and spins you around and shoves his cock onto your mouth, gripping your hair in his hands, his nails scrape along your scalp and your fingers shove themselves right back where they were, only this time you're more drenched in your own juices as he uses your mouth to fuck himself with your warm wet mouth. He growls as he lets out a load into your mouth. Not even second-guessing you swallow and look up at him when he lets you go. Giving him a set of puppy dog eyes he smirks.

"Good Dove. How about a bath?" He asks you as he puts himself away and adjusts his pants.

Nodding you look up at him, dripping your own wetness down your leg he smiles and unlocks your door and picks you up, carrying you as you keep your eyes on him, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you with such care. Resting your head against his shoulder he carries you down a set of spiral stairs and down a long darkly lit hallway and into a large candlelit bathroom. He sets you down on a bench and takes your dress off, setting it on the counter and looks over your face, and smiles as he moves to start the water, adding a few special oils and salts to the water to make it bubble, smell good, and to make your skin soft.

As he undresses, you look him over and you give a soft smile as he lifts you into his arms and he climbs into the bathtub and holds you against him, his flesh against yours and you're not even scared of what he is, it doesn't even cross your mind. What matters most at this moment is that you feel oddly complete. Leaning against him he reaches outside of the tub to grab a sponge and begins to wash you. His other hand pulling your hair back and you relax, letting out a soft breath as he washes between your breasts and trails down your stomach to reach between your legs. Your body quivers at the touch. Letting out a soft breath you close your eyes. But it was never more intimate than when he washed your hair, the care he took in paying attention from root to tip, sitting there with you, it was silent, but the silence was welcomed due to the company.

After you were washed and cleaned he helps you out of the tub and wraps you in this enormous fluffy red towel and he looks at you. You're expecting him to tell you to go back to your cage and lock yourself in, but he doesn't, not this time, he drys you and looks over your face.

"Follow me." He tells you.

Nodding your head you let out a soft breath, almost a breath of relief as he escorts you through a door into a large bedroom with a bed in the middle of the room, candles were lit everywhere it was like a dream, some sort of fantasy. You look up at him and he looks down at you and he smiles. He takes the towel from you and places you on the bed. Looking down at you he hovers himself over you, kissing you passionately, moving his way to your jaw, your neck, where he hovers. Licking his lips he closes his eyes and moves to your chest, paying attention to your breasts for a while, lightly nipping and toying with your nipples before moving down your stomach, and your hips, hoving over your center he looks at you kissing down your thighs as he parts your legs and moves back up and places himself between your legs peering up at you he kisses your sensitive bud softly before he begins to lick at you, lapping slowly.

You arch your back and close your eyes your hands grip at the fluffy down blanket and your breath shakes as your hips buckle up. He wraps his arms around your legs pulling you closer to his face as he moves his tongue between your lower lips and feeling the slickness of your entrance and groans into you as he moves his way to pay attention to that sweet bud. You let out a jagged breath as he becomes more aggressive with the act. Your body shakes as he pays attention to you like no one else has. This is a moment where you feel like you owe him the world for the feelings he is giving you.

Your body rushes, feeling hot and warm as your panting turns into a steady set of moans and whimpers as your legs start to shake and close. Sticking two fingers into you he begins to move them in a come-hither motion as he licks and sucks on your clit and your hands ball into a fist gripping the blanket as your hips begin to move up and down as he moves with you.

"Not yet." He demands.

"Yes Sir." You whimper.

Returning to his previous activity he feels you shake and quake, a smirk crosses his lips and moves up and without any warning, he slowly starts to press into you again. Arching your back your breathing hitches and your moan echoes in the room. His acts were that of a fiery passion that wasn't what you were expecting. He was slow, he was careful, he was passionate, as he runs his hands over your body nipping at your neck you whisper in his ear.

"Feed if you desire."

Though tempting he doesn't. "I want you warm and beautiful, that is what the others are for." He whispers back as he moves to his knees lifting you with him as he continues to thrust holding you close you wrap your legs around him.

"Fuck." You moan. "My god you feel so good." your moan turns to a whimper.

With a smirk he gives constant thrusts feeling himself pace himself he growls as he holds you close and leans in and whispers into your ear. "Cum for me." He demands as he picks up speed.

You let out louder moans, your body shaking and quaking with this aching urge. As he moves you back to laying down he slides his cock in and out with such ease and great want for your finish he growls getting close to his own release you tremble and let out a heavy scream and claw at him.

"FUCK!" you release and begin to shake.

"FUCK! Good! Good Girl, my Dove." He growls with his own finish.

Falling beside you he pulls you close and you place your head against his shoulder and your hand on his chest. He looks at you and kisses you softly.

"Don't leave me." He states.

"Never." You whisper back kissing him again. "I've grown fond of you. You have given me my purpose. Please don't put me in the cage again." You smile softly nuzzling into him your hand on his chest playing with the hair you start to drift into a slumber, a much-needed rest.

"I promise." He whispers but you're too asleep to hear him. He lays with you covering you both as you sleep ever so peacefully against him.

[yandereaffections]

Despite having centuries of experience with all those who have managed to get his trust and love for a night Dracula is a rather gentle lover, not out of dislike for more rougher kinks but rather it's just what he likes

With that said your going to have a blissful time with him as your first time lover, gentle caresses and adoring gazes slowly preparing you through teasing through your clothes and the occasional guide for you to grind against him, letting you get use to the sensation

Draculas soft, sweet and sensual, slow at he carefully plays with whatever he knows brings you pleasure whether that be your nipples or nether regions, observing you for each little gasp and expression knowing that this is the first time anyone has ever seen such vulnerable looks from you, not to mention the sounds that fuels his passion to please you, his darling will be absolutely smothered in progressively built up blissed for their first time that will only be leaving you hanging onto him for more love

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Dracula Masterlist

* - smut

Lucy Westenra

Adventuress

Under the Guise*

Monsters*

Lady Jayne

Ravishing*

[angelinpiink]

Can you do hcs of Dracula with a Witch so?

dracula headcannons ࿐ྂ。

❥ note: i hope that you enjoy! thank you for leaving an ask 

❥ Dracula with a witch s/o would include :

Majority of your time together being spent in the library, reading up on new spells and methods of strengthening your power and due to him having a vast collection of knowledge, you'd probably be able to spend days, weeks or even months doing research.

Dracula being open to teach you anything you want to know, even if it is not related to your powers, with things like science, or math, history, art, language/ literature and there sure is a lot you could learn from the man. He is Dracula after all!

He is fascinated with your powers and enjoys watching you practice new spells and if for some reason you find yourself frustrated because of a failed spell he will comfort you and do everything he can to help you get it right, using his knowledge of course.

The vampire would be very overprotective of you, not in the sense of following you around closely but he has his methods of spying on you from afar given that he is a vampire with heightened senses. He also makes sure that you are able to protect yourself when away from the castle by teaching you self defense techniques. He could never forgive himself if he allowed what happened to Lisa to happen to you and with you being an actual witch that makes it all the more likely. 

Dracula secretly hates when you leave the castle without him, but will never mention it to you because he doesn't want for you to feel trapped.  

The two of you will often sit by the fire, you on his lap as he sits in his chair. The two of you would  talk and cuddle whilst he reads a book from his library, this is your way of relaxing after a day of research and practicing spells. If you ask him to read to you he will.

Dracula doesn't use pet names but when he’s feeling romantic he’ll call you “My love”. He is a big softie but isn't always the best at expressing it, considering that he hasn't had much interaction with people in about forever so at the beginning of your relationship most physical contact was initiated by you.  But once he is warmed up, you are sure to get lots and lots of hand kisses because he is a gentleman. And  lets not forget neck kisses though he would never drink your blood without your permission.

Overall being with Dracula would be amazing, and you would get to have him all to yourself!

here’s my masterlist!

[imaginesbymk]

dracula. (bbc/netflix 2020)

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GIF IMAGINES

ONE SHOTS

Count Dracula

“Disciples.”

“Obvious.”

HEADCANONS

Dracula Finding Out You Can Teleport

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[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Flesh & Blood | Part Six

Series Summary: A mysterious stranger with ties to your past shows up in your small village

Pairing: Count Dracula x reader

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: none? maybe slightly out of character Drac 

A/N: as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist let me know (please note I cant reply to comments using this blog)

Masterlist | Part Five

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“Ughhhhhh” you let out a loud groan as your alarm blares through your room, waking you up before you're ready. You sit up and the pounding in your head reminds you of the amount of wine you consumed the night before, and the vampire you consumed it with. Slowly it all comes back to you. The candle lit picnic. The heart wrenching love story. The almost kiss.

Butterflies flutter around your insides as you relive the moment in your head. But they soon disappear when you remember how close you came to being Dracula’s kill of the night. 

The clock on the nightstand reminds you that you have somewhere to be. You quickly get ready for work, take some painkillers and head to the high street. 

“Morning love!” Maggie calls from the kitchen as you enter the bakery 

“Morning Mags” you say, not quite matching her cheerfulness 

“How was your evening?” She asks as she continues to knead the bread she’s making “did you get some sleep?”

“Not really no. I, uh… I kinda had a date” 

“What?!” She spins around to look at you, spilling flour in the process. She grins at you “who’s the lucky man?.. Or woman? No judgement here”

“Man” you giggle as you carefully consider whether to tell her the truth “well, actually… vampire” you say sheepishly and her face drops. 

“Y/N. Please tell me you're joking” 

You shake your head and she stares at you. 

“Do you understand how dangerous that was? He could have killed you!” 

“But he didn’t” you shrug, choosing not to admit he almost did “look, I know it was dangerous but I needed answers from him Mags. And it was actually a really nice night. We talked and laughed a lot, and he told me things that I don't think he would have told me if anyone else was there.”

“You're talking about him as if he isn’t a vampire. A murderer!”

“Maybe that’s not all he is! Maybe he’s more than that. I saw a different side to him last night.”

She watches you for a moment before coming to a realisation “oh my God, you're in love with him”

“No! No, I’m not in love with him”

“But you have feelings for him?” 

You look at her and take a deep breath before slowly nodding your head. Maggie closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.

“Oh Y/N. What am I going to do with you, eh?” She walks up to you and pulls you into a hug.

“Are you going to tell Zoe?” You ask quietly.

“Not if you don't want me to”

You let out a sigh of relief. 

“BUT you have to keep me in the loop. Okay? You tell me when and where you meet him, every time. And you let me know you're safe. Always.”

“I will, I promise. Thank you Maggie”

“I love you Y/N, I just want you to be happy”

The sound of the front door opening ends your conversation as Maggie goes to serve the first customer of the day. You take your phone out of your pocket and decide to quickly send Dracula a text.

“Can I see you? x”

— — — — 

Lying in bed that night you once again find yourself thinking about Dracula. Even though you’ve only known him a short amount of time, he has completely taken over your thoughts. You wonder if he thinks about you as much as you do about him. Clearly not since he hasn’t replied to your text today. You sigh as you roll over in bed and gasp as you see him lying next to you. Before you can say anything his hand is around your throat. You try to scream but no sound comes out. You try to fight, but your limbs disobey. You're completely at his mercy and he manoeuvres himself on top of you. 

“You left our little date so quickly last night, I thought I’d finish it now.” 

He grins revealing his glowing sharp fangs. With a growl he lowers his head to your neck and you shut your eyes tight as he sinks his teeth in.  

Your eyes shoot open as you sit upright in bed and bring your hand up to your neck. No bite marks. It was just a dream. You take deep steadying breaths as you reach over to turn on the bedside light.

“You know you really should lock your windows”

You turn your head and see Dracula outside.

“What are you doing?” You ask, climbing out of bed and walking over to the window “Van Helsing’s guard dogs will see you, why don't just you come-” 

“NO!” He stops you “Do not invite me in, it’s not safe. I thought the dream I just gave you would have taught you that”

“You did that?”

“I’m just dropping by to tell you how much I enjoyed talking with you last night, and to say that I am truly sorry about how it ended. After tonight you won’t have to worry about your safety anymore”

“I’m not worried”

“That’s the problem Y/N, you should be! I am a vampire, I have murdered innocent people. You should be terrified of me!”

“Zoe isn’t”

“Zoe has a reason, her blood is like poison to me”

“What?”

“She didn’t tell you? She’s dying, that’s why she isn’t afraid. I can’t drink from her without killing myself in the process. But you, Y/N the only thing stopping me from drinking your blood is my own self control and I cannot rely on that. You saw for yourself last night how quickly I can change, how easy it would have been for me to kill you”

“But you didn’t”

“But I could have! Either you don't understand the danger you're in when you're around me, or you just don't care. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you, fascinated by you even. But I cannot allow you to risk your life any longer” 

“Surely that’s my choice to make”

“Not anymore. I’m leaving the village”

“No”

“I’m not here to debate! I’m here to apologise which now I have done I can say goodbye”

“No!” You reach out the window and grab his hand, taking him by surprise. “Stay! Please, I don't want you to go. Just come inside and-”

He quickly pulls his hand out of your grasp and looks at you with a slight hint of panic in his eyes which quickly turns to anger “I told you not to invite me in. How could you be so stupid?”

“Drac-”

“Goodbye Y/N”

“No! Dracula!” You call after him but he’s gone.

You grab your phone off the bedside table and call him, but it goes straight to voicemail. Maybe he just needs a couple of days and then he’ll come around. But what if that really was goodbye? 

You sink back down into bed and pull your duvet up around you, hugging yourself tightly for comfort as you eventually drift off into a restless sleep. 

— — — — 

Just over a week later you're awoken one morning by a frantic knocking at the front door. You step into you slippers and grab your dressing down, wrapping around yourself as you run down the stairs. You're surprised to see Zoe stood on the other side when you open the door with a young man you recognise from your first visit to the Harker Foundation. Zoe walks straight past you into your living room and the boy looks at you apologetically. 

“Uh, what’s going on?” You ask as you gesture for the boy to come in and close the door behind him. 

“Dracula” she drops a file on your dining table and looks at you expectantly. 

“What about him?” You reply nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Were you ever going to tell us he’s left the village?” 

“I presumed you’d know, and clearly you do otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Besides its not like he told me where he was going-”

“London.” Zoe cuts you off “We’ve traced him to London with the help of Jack”

“Hi, I’m Jack” The young man steps forward and waves awkwardly.

“Seem’s Dracula took a liking to Jack’s girlfriend-” 

“She wasn’t my- we were just friends” Jack stutters

“-to Jack’s friend.” Zoe corrects herself “So much so that he killed her”

“I’m so sorry” you offer to Jack and he gives you a small smile before you turn back to Zoe “But what has any of this got to do with me?”

“We need you to come with us to London and talk to Dracula. Convince him to come back to the village” 

“Why me?”

“He’ll listen to you”

“He wants nothing to do with me! He made that perfectly clear! He won’t even answer my texts, what makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

“He has a connection with you Y/N.” Zoe says, but her voice sounds different “just like he had a connection with your great great grandmother all those years ago. Why else would he spare the life of Sister Y/N? Why would he spare yours now? He feels something for you and it scares him. The man who cannot die is afraid to get close to anyone who can”

You think over her words for a moment, then you remember.

“Martha” you whisper to yourself. Zoe and Jack look at you confused “he had a wife, but she died. It makes sense now, why he is the way he is.”

You think again and take a deep breath, nodding your head.

“I’ll come with you. But I don't think it will change anything”

“Get dressed, we leave in half an hour”

Part Seven

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[imagine-rose-writes]

🎃 IMAGINE: [Dracula]

Being Dracula’s vampire wife

[imaginary-desires]

Imagine:

Being in charge of watching Dracula

[dyns33]

Dracula : "Will you be my wife ?" 

Y/N : "You already have a wife." 

Dracula : "No. I have brides. Three brides." 

Y/N : "That's even worst. I won't be one of your brides." 

Dracula : "Good, since I want you to be my wife." 

Y/N : "... That's the same thing !" 

Dracula : "It's not. I have brides, and a wife. One wife. You." 

Y/N : "I didn't say yes." 

Dracula : "You will. You're my wife, now and forever, dragul meu." 

Y/N : "Go to your brides." 

Dracula : "When I'll be bored or hungry. I'm feeling romantic now, I want to stay with you.”

Y/N : "... So 'brides' means 'pets and pantry' to you ?" 

Dracula : "You are a clever thing, sotia mea, that's one of the reasons why I love you."

[valyrian-ruins]

Imagine, Dracula hasn’t committed suicide and had discovered a whole new life without his fear of sun. He makes a trip in Europe to taste all the flavors the 21th century have to him and he meet you, a vampire from the Medici family, in Florence. He tried to court you but you’ve never been one to fall easily for the flirtarious men but he is the first you met who’s sincerly concerned about you.

The Palazzo Vecchio was closed since one hour and, unlike your colleagues, you were always there a long time after the clôture time. You knew this place since forever, since you were a little girl during the fastuous period of the Medicis, your family. Oh, the Palazzo has changed through the century and even if you knew it from the underground to the frames it was always the greatest pleasure to have it just for yourself.

You were in the first courtyard, conceived by Michelozzo. The soft lights illuminated the frescoes in a wonderful way and were giving a delicate atmosphere to the place in this soft august night. Suddenly, your heightened hearing perceived the muffled noise of someone’s footsteps. Keeping them in your back, it took you less than a second to recognise the manly and bloody fragrance of this « tourist » of a certain kind. Your eyes had never left the frescoes you knew however by heart when you spoke.

« First of all, it’s illegal to enter in the museum after closing time and second, it’s very rude to creep behind a lady unannounced, Count. »

When you've decided to face him, a little smirk on you delicate lips, you found the Count only inches from your face. You can’t deny that he was charming and very alluring, the two of you hadn't more than a few decades apart and he certainly new how to court a lady. But in all your education from the Renaissance and in all your immortal life, you’d met enough of men like him, full of arrogance and so sure of themselves that it takes more than a dark and charming gaze to have you.

« Am I unannounced when I come here every night to have a private tour with the conservator herself ? I know you love my secret visits Signora Medici. »

It was amusing to see that the « Italian Diet » was making wonders on his eastern Europe accent. When his Italian was previously pretty harsh on the edges, it was now completely perfect and she wasn’t new to the fact that tasting the language was more efficient than learning it. Taking his arm like every night for two months now, the pair of you started your daily private tour of the palazzo, always finding a new discussion subject. Yesterday it was about your human life and tonight, the count decided to ask more personals questions and subjects.

« Tell me Y/N, how a lady from such a famous family during the Renaissance has never been married ? I can't think about a man resisting to such a perfect example of Italian charm… »

A little laugh escaped your lips to his charming tone. You were waiting for this question since the Count’s first visit in the Palazzo but he was pretty patient for a man like him but again, he was a predator and he was used to wait for the right moment with his prey.

« I can return the question Signore, the charm question in less…I’m pretty surprised that you ask it only now. I was married at the age of twenty four, pretty late if you were listening to my father. He was all of what an aristocrat could dream for his family but since he was a friend of the Pazzi, I lost my life because of him like my uncle Giuliano during the Pazzi’s conspiration.

- You’re saying that like it was nothing, to be killed by your husband for political conflict, like you were responsible for the Pazzi demise… I’m not the most admirable in term of taking care of my brides but…I can’t stand that fact, the fact that you were slaughtered for something like that. » He makes a stop to look a you, his hand tenderly putting a (Y/H/C) strand of your hair out of your gracious face.

For the first time, you saw something in his eyes making you think that, maybe, he wasn’t only a charming predator. Never, in all of the beings, you’ve met, no one has reacted like him. Like your death was a true waste, like your death should have been more peaceful. Taking his hand in yours, you looked a him with a little smile.

« There’s no point to be angry about something I can’t change and maybe, it’s not that bad because of all the opportunities that were given to me this way…And your visits would have been deadly silent and uninteresting without me. »

Standing on the tip of your toes, you gave a quick kiss on the corner of his lips before flashing far away from him in the Gallery.

« Come my Lord, the night is ours. » ( GIFS are not mine ♡)