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haven't posted in 2,5 months and still getting notifs of everyone liking my works lol thank you everyone

[vladtepesishot]

[vladtepesishot]

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.

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Enrico Pucci romantic and NSFW headcanons/scenarios

notes: happy pride fags; wrote this from the perspective of a PRISONER reader and Pucci is younger in this scenario, so obviously pre-Stone Ocean + sorry if there are any misconceptions or errors, i'm not american and english is not my first language :)

• Your love story is definitely a slow burn with a lot of mutual pining

• Just like any priest, he'll keep you a secret from prying eyes, away from any judgement.

• DEFINITELY will ask you to stop attending mass (if you even went in the first place)

• But you won't have any problems with privacy, because he has the authority and the trust of other prison guards.

• I see him as a very gentle and a bit 'old fashioned' partner who will pay a lot of attention to the details: For example, he will tie your shoelaces for you, straighten your shirt collar, tuck your hair behind your ears and other small acts of care.

• Still gripping onto his faith, Enrico will try not to pursue your body, since according to God's Word premarital sex is a mortal sin.

• In a desperate attempt to maintain his purity in the eyes of God, he will get married to you in the prison chapel - a marriage only known by you, him, and God. There will be rings, but they will rather serve as a formal gift, since nobody shall know about your relationship.

• After that, your relationship finally became sexual. Unlike many christian men, Pucci won't feel entitled to your body for his own sexual pleasure just because your his spouse (in the eyes of God) now.

• Your sex life mainly consists of quickies in the room allotted to him by the prison. From time to time he will bribe the guards so they will make sure no one bothers you for a few hours. By nature, he's a tender and attentive lover. With him the squeaky old bed in his small cramped room seems like the actual heaven. Very needy from his previous abstinence. Sex with him is the fusion of your souls above anything else. Extremely upset from not being able to sleep together and too much bribery will bring a lot of unnecessary suspicion. Won't ever be rough or animalistic. The sex is only on the bed. Will treasure every second spent with you and will try to make the most of it.

• (If you're not serving a life sentence)

Everyday Enrico imagines your life together. His greatest fantasy is starting a family with you and making your marriage official. Will actively help you with your parole. When you're finally free, he'll quit his job and convert to a branch of Christianity that allows it's priests to marry.

• (If you're serving a life sentence)

Despite your happiness together, he can't help, but think about the future. This can't last forever. Will you just stay together till the end? He still has other possibilities in life, maybe one day he'll grow tired of his job and will consider quitting, but will be unable to do so because of his fondness of you. Most likely, he'll pull himself together and quit his job, leaving you here, despite holding you so close to his heart. If he still longs for you, he'll pay you visits, but definitely not for long.

[vladtepesishot]

flapper lisa lisa and greaser holly

[vladtepesishot]

i've been really into fashion history for the past few months and i'm also a jjba fan so now those two worlds are clashing into one another and i'm thinking about...

gibson girl lisa lisa

flapper lisa lisa

UUUUGHHHHH /pos

luv jojo but lisa lisa and suzi q in actual 1938-39 fashion would've been CHEFS KISS

also wasn't she alive during part 3??? did she ever die????

anyway, i wanna see her throughout the decades, from 1900s to 1980s and probably 90s

i barely posses any artistic skills so if you would like to draw something like that pls let me know i wanna see it come to live so badly

also, erina in an actual 1888 (?) gown😞😞SO MUCH WASTED POTENTIAL

[vladtepesishot]

Hi there, I just read 'His Vessel' and I LOVED it. I was wondering if you intend to do a part two where he finds out the reader is pregnant and he's just super protective and whipped for her. I also noticed that your requests were open and was hoping to request another Dracula (2020) x reader where the two meet (maybe she works with Zoe or is a friend of Lucy) and he just falls head over heels for her.

warnings: none

notes: thank you for your request!! this is kinda chaotic but i did my best :p btw out of topic my dog gave birth today😭😭i'm a proud grandmama

word count:1257

My reflection gazed back at my distorted face, while a mascara brush was being shifted in my hands. I heard her approach me from behind in a cat-like manner, her sequin dress jingling and ruining the silence, and when she was close enough, I could even see her with my peripheral vision. I pulled my hand away to prevent any damage to my makeup. “You done?” she asked in her usual bubbly voice, giggling. The glimpse of her glitter-covered look made it difficult for me to maintain a serious expression.

“Yeah, just give me two more minutes, Lucy.” I answered, turning my head back to the mirror, searching for any flaws in my appearance.

Noticing that, the girl pulled my elbow, cheerily yelling, "You look good! Let's go!"

She dragged me out of my bathroom and towards the exit from my apartment. I grabbed my purse and keys which laid on the small dressing table near the door. Checking myself in the mirror one last time, I left.

The chilly night air made me regret not grabbing any outerwear with me. Lucy, on the other hand, wasn’t bothered. Fortunately, our destination was just around the corner. At that time, the roads were quiet, so the entire neighborhood, it seemed, could hear every breath we took, every click of our heels, and every rustle of our dresses.

Entering the dimly lit club, I could feel a gaze piercing into me. Although I couldn't identify where it was coming from, it gave me the chills. Perhaps, it was just the loud music vibrating in my body. Lucy, filled with joy, departed from me to greet everyone with hugs and kisses. She pointed at me with a huge smile, the loud music totally drowned out her voice, but I assumed she was introducing me to those around her. I stepped closer, looking into their faces, searching for the pair of eyes that were drilling into me, but I couldn't find it. I smiled back at Lucy and her friends and joined the crowd on the dance floor and turned to Lucy to maybe find an answer to my discomfort in her eyes, but instead she grabbed my hands and spun around. When she paused, she pulled me over to the bar counter while screaming something at the bartender that I was unable to hear. She looked around, pointed at someone, and then spoke directly into my ear, “You see that blue-eyed guy in the white shirt and black jacket? That’s the guy I was talking about the other day, Quincey.”

I looked at the man and spoke back into Lucy’s ear. “Sorry, I don’t see the appeal, maybe I’m looking at the wrong guy.” She called him by the name, and he looked in our direction with a smug expression. “Oh, I guess it was the right guy.” I added, laughingly. Lucy handed me some red drink in a cocktail glass, its alcoholic smell tickled my nose. Quincey approached us and Lucy jumped from her seat to give him a passionate kiss. She presented me and decided to do some dancing with him. Sipping on my drink, I observed Lucy greet more and more people as they gathered. The bitter taste of alcohol burned my throat and left a warm feeling in my stomach. I ordered another one of those, when I was done. Checking my surroundings, I decided to settle on the leather couch across the room, whose color was barely distinguishable in the bright pink and blue club lights. I noticed someone take a seat right next to me. A gentleman, I’d say. Dressed completely in black with a neat haircut, and gracefully aged. High cheekbones, onyx colored eyes, rich brows. Veiny hands with a ring on each one.

The sheer aristocracy of his face made the time go slower, until I realized that he could actually see me as well. I smiled, trying to relieve the tension between us. He took my free hand and brought it to his lips, giving it a peck. Then, he pulled away, still holding my hand and smiling back at me. I took another sip of my drink. Surprisingly, I was the first one to speak, "What does a noble guy like you do in this shithole?"

He chuckled at my words and responded, "Is that how you start a conversation?" I nodded, a bit embarrassed. He didn't answer, containing the mystery around him and letting go of my hand.

"Are you alone here? I didn’t get your name." I continued the chain of questions.

His smile grew bigger and more lighthearted, "Count Dracula.” he bowed his head. “I think so. It depends on what you mean by ‘alone’. Are you alone?”

“Count?” I raised my eyebrows and giggled in surprise. I finished my beverage and placed my glass on the nearby table, "Uh, yeah, I guess, my friend's here, but it's no big deal, she's hanging out with her… boyfriend." I looked in Lucy’s direction to find her making out with the man I was referring to.

The Count once again grabbed my attention towards him by brushing a few stray hairs away from my forehead and speaking in a playful fashion, “Well, charming ladies, like yourself, rarely remain alone for long.”

I turned away from him, trying to maintain my cool and inspect the world outside my bubble, that I just let this stranger in. Standing up, I immediately wanted to sit back down because of the alcohol that I ingested. I kept going towards the backdoor to get some fresh air outside. Instead, I was welcomed by the ashy odor of cigarette smoke coming from a group of people. “Have a spare cig?” I spoke loud enough for those people to hear. A few of them reached out, I randomly took one and put it between my lips. I stepped a few feet away from other people and took a deep breath, reflecting on the handsome stranger before lighting my cigarette. I looked around, just to find him standing at the door, observing me. He kept making direct eye contact with me until I saw him getting closer. Taking my half-finished cigarette, he dropped it on the ground, the harsh taste remaining in my mouth. As he gently put his hand on my jaw, our faces grew painfully close. Examining the man’s face, I placed my hand on his chest in an attempt to feel him. His scent got into my nose, I could sense my soul yearn for the stranger, whom I met about 5 minutes ago and my brain telling me I’m stupid for doing that. Still, the outside world was a blur in that moment. In an effort to glimpse into my raw soul in all its glory, his eyes were striving to dig deeper into me and strip me of my human flesh, hypnotizing me. Unable to contain the agonizing desire, I pressed my lips against his. He responded by gracefully caressing my waist, prolonging the moment which already seemed to last an eternity. I was the first one to retreat, but he continued to give me light kisses on the cheek. We remained still as we plainly stared at one another, until Lucy appeared in the picture, waving goodbye to her mates and encouraging me to hurry up and go home. I whispered a raspy “Goodbye” to the Count and followed the young woman. “Ooh, have you found someone for yourself?” she exclaimed as she turned around to take one last look at him.

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songs that remind me of dracula:

notes: more lazy content, unnecessary commentary included; this is about the bbc dracula but i think you could apply it to other interpretations of dracula :)

• Zdob și Zdub - Omul Liliac   /it's a nice day to know Romanian hehe/

• Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave

• Rammstein - Sonne  

• Army of Lovers - Obsession /anything by AoL honestly/

• La Femme - Hypsoline   /found it in a 'dracula' playlist and now it legit reminds me of dracula/

• Phoenix - Vino, Țepeș

• Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence /basic ik/

• Cargo - Ochii din sertar

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my personal headcanons for dating gus fring /gender neutral :)/

notes: lazy content bottom text

• it's REALLY HARD to start dating this guy (like almost impossible)

• but if you did, everything from then on will be so much easier!!

• probably will hide some of his emotions and feelings, so you don't worry about him and think that anything is out of control

• he won't hide big things like his meth business or anything of that matter

• will keep you away from his meth business, though

• it'll take some time for him to really get comfortable with a new relationship, you'll have to be patient

• turns out he's actually just a normal guy who is capable of love and affection

• still a little murderous but it has it's own flavor ya know

• will be super protective of you, but in a subtle way

• he'll make anything possible for you to just live your normal life, without it being at stake because of his business

• he likes to be the little spoon (universal truth)

[vladtepesishot]

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.

[vladtepesishot]

hello there!

welcome to my page. i'm an aspiring writer and i thought that this place might be a good place to improve my skills and also my english ! :)

requests : open

fandoms that i write for:

Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Castlevania (Netflix)

Hunter X Hunter

Berserk

Dracula (2020)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

i'm ok with writing:

headcannons

smut/PWP

fluff

self-inserts

hurt/comfort

AUs

priest kink

breeding/impreg kink

(the list could go on and on, if anything you wanted to request is not on this list, don't be afraid to ask me !!)

i'm not ok with:

anything that humiliates any marginalized group

sexualizing underaged characters and animals

writing about real people (celebrities, historical figures, etc.)

scat/piss/vomit/spit

r4pe

foot fetish

werewolfs

the lists may update ^^

xoxo