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If it isn't too weird could I request Alucard with a bit of a medical kink thing?

He's looking through textbooks but decides he needs more hands-on experience.

Somehow it ends up in the situation of the reader helping him study human anatomy, which builds up from a lot of touching to a more 'through investigation'. But in more of a soft, praising, body worship way rather than harsh or clinical, not actually sure this qualifies as medical the more I write...

But yeah, talking about biology leads to him convincing the reader it's a good idea to let him examine her, touching, squeezing, tracing his fingers over her body. Then testing reactions, fingering, I'm sure you get the idea.

Hopefully that's okay and not too vague or detailed? Either way, good luck with all the writing you're undertaking and be sure to take care of yourself!!

Anatomy

Rating: E

Words: 6k

Tags: smut, medical kink, female anatomy and pronouns for reader, fingering, dom/sub undertones, basically just some smut I got carried away with

When Alucard asked for your help learning human anatomy, you should have known he had something else on his mind

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You huffed to yourself as you wandered the halls of Dracula’s castle – now belonging to Alucard after the death of his father. Of course, Dracula’s defeat was a good thing, as tragic as it was. It did; however, leave you at a significant loose end. Your particular skill set only really came into its own during times of war, meaning that you were left obsolete now that the danger had passed. It was better than constant danger and strife, you supposed. And it did have the upside of meaning that Alucard was safe and happy, able to pursue his interests whenever it suited him.  

Chief among those interests was anatomy, apparently. 

It was easy to see the decision was motivated by Alucard’s mother and his desire to relate to her – an admirable aspiration in your eyes. But still, the work looked tough. 

As you wandered into his study, you noted Alucard hunched over a book at his desk, much like he’d been for much of the afternoon. The expression on his face was equal parts pained and thoughtful, a picture of concentration. If he hadn’t been so focused, his neck would have likely been screaming in agony from the position he’d been holding. As it was, you supposed that Alucard hadn’t peeled his eyes away from his book long enough to notice.

You took a moment to look around his study. God, it was messy! When Alucard got like this, focused to the point of forgetting to eat, his surroundings always suffered the consequences. Dirty mugs and glasses littered every available surface, sometimes balanced precariously on open books, staining the ancient parchment. The smell of the dirty change of clothes in the space behind Alucard was strong, even to your dull human nose. When was the last time he’d bathed? Though you supposed it was better than the dangers of battle, you couldn’t help but worry for Alucard when these moods overtook him. 

Stooping, you picked up the discarded garments. In your opinion, they were so dirty that they might have been able to wash themselves if you’d given it another day. Alucard was an amazing husband, but he certainly left a lot to be desired when it came to household chores…

“What am I, your maid?” You huffed with a chuckle, shooting a smile at Alucard’s back where he was still hunched over, oblivious to your presence. 

You hadn’t been expecting much in the way of a response, so it took you by surprise when he hummed distractedly in agreement. Obviously, he had only been half listening and it wasn’t real agreement that he was voicing, but you took the opportunity to jab at him anyways for your own amusement. 

“Oh, I am, am I? Maybe I should start requesting a wage… These really are terrible working conditions you have me in!” Alucard didn’t rise to the bait. As you balled his clothes up and set by the door, ready to take to the laundry soon, his eyes still remained stubbornly fixed downwards. 

His expression was… more pained than it was focused, you realised. 

Rounding the desk so you stood by his side, you tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Alucard blinked as he was jolted from deep thought. He seemed to come back to himself then and could only stare up at you blankly for several heartbeats before your question seemed to process in his mind. 

“It’s this textbook.” He huffed, still frowning as he threw himself back in his seat in resignation. “The drawings might as well have been sketched by a toddler for all the good they’re having.” When you cast your eyes downwards to see what he was glowering at, you found no issue with the anatomical diagrams. They were detailed and clear enough in your (albeit uneducated) opinion. Still, Alucard had always had a very particular way of viewing the world and things that worked for everyone else didn’t necessarily produce the same results for him. 

“Aw, I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe you need to take a break and come back to it? When I try to concentrate for too long, the words end up practically swimming off of the page…” You squeezed his shoulder. 

Somewhat disappointedly, Alucard only hummed distractedly at that, plainly not taking your advice on board. His face seemed to darken at the thought of taking a rest; however, as if doing so was a sign of weakness. Someone who didn’t know Alucard well might have thought that too – he looked as pristine and composed as ever, certainly not in need of rest – but you could see the lingering exhaustion underneath and the stress from whatever was continuously whirling around inside his head. 

“The diagrams just don’t translate well into the real world.” Alucard reiterated as he glared down at the parchment. “The artist seems incapable of capturing the 3D element of the muscles – how they curve around the body and might start in one place and end at your back, how the thickness and definition of the same muscle can vary.” Even though you understood little of Alucard’s plight, you hummed sympathetically and squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s not my area, I’m afraid, but let me know if I can help you…” You offered. Alucard straightened from where he’d been hunched over and glanced up at you briefly before going back to studying the drawings. 

“Some hands-on experience would be beneficial.”

Surely, no one would blame you for the way your mind immediately jumped to sex. Even so, you kicked yourself for thinking about it. 

It was just that… Alucard had been so… distracted recently. It had been almost a week since the two of you had even went to bed at the same time, let alone fucked. What’s more, Alucard looked so damn attractive at that moment. His gaze was focused and intense – it was impossible not to imagine those blazing eyes focusing on you when his face was buried between your legs.

Still, you knew that probably wasn’t what Alucard had in mind for the moment. You tried (with limited success) to wrestle your thoughts out of the gutter. 

Perhaps what Alucard meant was hands-on experience in the same way his father had studied the human body – with unwilling participants and no pain medication? Although Alucard would never consider such a thing, you could certainly see the advantages of unhindered access at times…

At your non-committal silence, Alucard turned to you. His expression was somewhat grave but you might have been imagining a flicker of something else behind his eyes, too. 

“Will you help me?” That startled a laugh out of you. 

“How can I help? I have no training in this – I know even less than you!” Alucard inclined his head in agreement but pressed on. 

“I don’t need someone to explain things – you know I much prefer to figure these things out on my own. No, what I need is someone to practise on, to figure out where the muscles sit on a real body, not some shitty scribbles…” 

“You mean… dissecting me?” You quirked an eyebrow. Alucard rolled his eyes. You could never resist the opportunity to get a rise out of him. 

“No, my sweet.” He huffed but smiled. “I just need to feel them with my fingers…”

Again, you fought hard to keep your face neutral and not to let your mind drift to anything dirty. You didn’t succeed. You swallowed thickly and thanked God that Alucard hadn’t caught the second meaning in his own statement. It was probably for the best and you knew if you called attention to it now he’d only be exasperated at your dirty mind. 

“Alright then…” You knew that Alucard could likely sense your hesitance. You wanted to be helpful but the fact that you didn’t know how was throwing you off kilter. Surely, you couldn’t do that by just standing there?

You were so caught up in that thought that when Alucard stood, you forgot to step backwards. For a moment, you were pressed practically chest to chest. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and you stopped breathing all together. The closeness might have only lasted a brief second, but it still left a peculiar feeling in your stomach and you kicked yourself for the thoughts that accompanied it. You wanted to help Alucard. Your perversions and neediness certainly weren’t going to do that. 

At any rate, Alucard didn’t seem to notice your blush or closeness, too focused on his studies to give it much thought. He certainly didn’t react to the obvious hitch in your breathing when warm hands grasped your waist gently. Your entire body stilled under his fingers, even if Alucard’s gaze was still focused on the book at his desk. 

‘Get it together!’ You told yourself. Alucard hadn’t done anything objectively sexy or even remotely linked to sex. Why did you feel like this? Your husband was just focused. He didn’t even have his shirt off!

You were pulled from frustrations when Alucard finally set his eyes on you, expression something close to clinical. If he noticed your blush, he said nothing. 

“It’s probably for the best if we start at the beginning of the chapter.” The way Alucard spoke, the fact that his tone was so ordinary when you were there getting wet in your underwear, had you feeling immensely guilty for the throbbing between your legs. The word ‘we’ wasn’t lost on you, either. Alucard evidently viewed this as an equal activity, the two of you working together. He wanted you to be involved but all you could do was stand there and think about his cock. 

Although you mourned the loss, you could have almost breathed a sigh of relief when Alucard moved away a tad, one hand remaining on your waist whilst the other flipped through several aging pages of the book, back to the beginning of the chapter. The way he studied the page, the small crease between his eyebrows, was nothing short of alluring. Alucard didn’t notice the way his hair fell over his shoulder and framed his face but you certainly did.

“The abdomen.” Alucard stated, business-like and firm, before turning back to you.  You swallowed thickly. 

The hands were back then, both on your waist at first as he pushed you away, giving himself a little more space to work. Soon, though, one gravitated around to your stomach, his gaze clinical as it stopped just below your ribcage. You hoped he couldn’t feel the pounding of your heart. Why did you feel like this? Alucard was your husband – being close to him was certainly nothing new. 

When Alucard pressed his fingers slightly, it was difficult to concentrate on anything else. He dug them into your stomach gently, moving and manipulating the healthy layer of fat you had and the muscles underneath. He adjusted his hand, moving it slowly downwards and at times rubbing in small circles. That intense gaze was on your stomach, practically burning a hole in your shirt, the focused frown and purse of his lips ever-present. 

“Tense your stomach muscles.” A command, not a request. You followed it before you’d even processed what Alucard was asking. The fingers moved and prodded for several seconds longer before they froze. 

“Ah.” Alucard bobbed his head. “Rectus abdominis. That one was easy enough.” With your muscles still tense, your stomach was beginning to burn – and not just from arousal. How long did he need you to tense for? You considered asking, but Alucard’s attention was already back on the book. “The oblique muscles seem quite difficult to visualise… the drawing doesn’t show it, but I’d expect them to curl around your back… Oh, you can relax now.” Alucard noticed when he glanced back at you. 

You let out a breath and allowed your shoulders to sag for a moment. The relief was short-lived; however, when Alucard’s hands returned. 

“Take off your shirt.”

Your mind skidded to a halt. 

You’d been trying not to let your thoughts wander but when confronted with a command like that, it was impossible not to. 

The two of you locked eyes, your gaze blank compared to Alucard’s clinical, focused ones. You knew you must have been blushing very obviously, but Alucard didn’t seem to care. Several seconds ticked by marked by the pounding of your heart. 

“I need to feel how far the muscle extends.” You swallowed thickly and tried not to focus on the slick feeling between your legs. Arms shaking, you took off your top. 

Perhaps it was the unemotional, focused way that Alucard regarded you that had your thoughts going wild – the clinical-ness of it, the way you had his full attention on your body without the drive of lust there to cloud his senses. You clenched your thighs together when Alucard’s eyes fell to your now practically bare top half, face stoic even when presented with your nakedness. You hadn’t realised that this would be a turn on for you when you’d agreed to help him. Perhaps you were the only person in the world that had the same reaction, you didn’t know. What you did know, though, was that you should allow Alucard to do as he pleased and not let your own neediness interfere. You knew how important his studies were to him. 

It was impossible not to be hyper-aware of how Alucard’s hands dug into your skin, all but blazing as he moved his hands over your ribs and downwards, pressing a little harder at certain points. His touches might have been uncomfortable, but they were nothing you couldn’t handle. 

When they slid along your flank, Alucard seemed to find what he was looking for. 

“Hmm… interesting.”

“Interesting?” You asked incredulously. That certainly wasn’t a word you wanted used to describe your body. Alucard flicked his eyes back up to your face.

“Yes…” Alucard hummed with a frown before seemingly coming back to himself. “Yes. You’re being very helpful, thank you.” When he shot you a smile, butterflies all but erupted in your stomach. You returned the expression, though you had the impression your smile looked a little pained. 

Alucard did nothing for a breath, simply gazing down at you, before his hand began to move again, trailing lightly down your flank so his nails barely brushed your skin, until his hand rested at your hip and threatened to dip into the ‘v’ of your abdomen. Surely, he couldn’t feel any of your muscles like that, but you didn’t have the breath or wherewithal to comment. 

You weren’t sure what Alucard saw in your expression as he gazed at you, too focused on the feeling of his fingers, but whatever it was made him chuckle quietly to himself. There was a small puff of air on your face before he turned back to the anatomy book. 

“Transversus abdominis.” He says it like it’s obvious but of course, you know nothing about anatomy, so it wasn’t to you. 

Shakily, you glanced at the book which still lay on his desk. The diagram seemed simple enough to your eyes with the muscle highlighted clearly, but you reminded yourself that it didn’t matter if you could understand it, this was about Alucard. 

His hands lightly traced their way down the ‘v’ of your hips, much more gently than he’d been doing prior. You couldn’t help but wonder how Alucard could feel much of your muscle at all like that, but the thought was quickly shoved out of your head as the other’s hands descended even lower. 

His fingers seemed to linger perilously close to your pussy. You knew already that you’d been getting wet, and you clenched your thighs together despite yourself. You really couldn’t pinpoint exactly why you felt as you did, but the heart was a mysterious thing. 

When Alucard’s eyes roved up your form, along your bare skin until he reached your face, you were sure that your soul left your body. 

“Sweetheart?” How could he sound so innocent, so casual? Surely even Alucard wasn’t this dense. “Is something the matter?”

“No…”

“Hmm…” Alucard paused, his eyes burning holes in you and his hand still resting so close to where you needed it. “So that’s not your slick little pussy I can smell in the air, then?”

For the second time that afternoon, you were lost for words and your thoughts ground to a halt. 

Though Alucard certainly didn’t seem angry with the turn of events, the first thing you felt the urge to do was apologise. Alucard’s intense gaze softened somewhat when you did. He sighed and a gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead. 

“No need to be sorry for such a thing, my love. I know how greedy your little hole gets… so much so that it won’t even let me take an hour out to study, hmm?”

‘More than just an hour.’ You thought, but you held your tongue. Alucard smirked, as if he could read your mind, and his hand dropped further still, alighting a blazing trail in its wake. He cupped your pussy through your trousers and even with a layer or two of material to separate the contact, it felt as if your nerves were charged livewires. You gasped, the sound deafening in the otherwise quiet room, and your hips twitched, unsure of what to do. The hand on your waist tightened. 

For a moment, Alucard simply placed it there, making no move to pleasure you or take off your clothes, but then he began to push a little, grinding the hell of his palm against your clit. Something close to a wheeze was teased out of you and you couldn’t help but try to close your legs around his hand. 

Alucard didn’t seem to mind your squirming. He went with the movement, keeping up a slow, teasing grind that wasn’t nearly enough. When he smirked, there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

“This part of the anatomy is in one of the latter chapters, but I’m sure you can forgive me if I skip ahead.”

You’d forgotten how to breathe – how to speak, and could only nod jerkily and overenthusiastically. You must have looked desperate in Alucard's eyes, but you didn’t care. With him, you never had to pretend. You loved each other exactly the way you were – for better or for worse. 

“Good.” It was difficult not to whine when Alucard removed his hand. Your tongue turned to led; however, when the blonde began to advance, stalking forwards and giving you nowhere to go but backwards as he walked you across the room. With predatory intent in his gaze, Alucard was crowding you up against the cabinets on the other side of the room. 

When your back touched the solid wood behind you, something clinked, jolted out of place, but neither if you cared. It was impossible to think of anything else when Alucard lent down, closing the distance between you until his lips were but a hair’s width away from your own. He made no move to bridge the gap and neither did you, frozen in place. Some kind of tension thrummed beneath your skin, almost bubbling to the surface to the point where a single spark might set you ablaze. 

Alucard hummed again. It was a satisfied sound, clinical – like an artist viewing their finished masterpiece or a doctor looking over a cured patient. It should have gotten you as worked up as it did – being a scientific curiosity or an object for Alucard to study and play around with. 

Though you had the urge to speak, you couldn’t begin to even articulate the feelings swirling in your gut. Instead, you lent upwards in an attempt to capture Alucard’s lips, but they were gone in an instant, like a whiff of spoke. 

Hands gripped your hips with more intent this time, harder, until you felt yourself being lifted and deposited on one of the cabinets. Like this, you were an inch or so taller than Alucard, but you had no time to appreciate the new angle. The world around you seemed to tilt as Alucard pressed closer, muscling his way between your thighs and blocking any chance you might have had of escape. One hand gravitated upwards and thread itself in your hair whilst the other descended, shoving at a thigh to make room for himself in its place. 

His lips brushed against your own so lightly that it could have been the wind. 

“Do you like being my little plaything? My little doll to experiment on? Something to sate my curiosity?” You could do little other than nod jerkily again, too overwhelmed to say much and nothing at all to add to Alucard’s statement. He’d hit the nail on the head – like always. “You’ll let me use you as I see fit, then?”

“Of course.” You finally managed to force out, somewhere between a wheeze and a croak. When Alucard laughed at your blatant desperation, you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Good girl.”

Alucard kissed you then, finally, and it was every bit as good as you’d been waiting for. It was intense and all-consuming right from the word go, enough to steal what little breath you had from your lungs. Alucard’s lips were like fire against your own and the hand in your hair tugged pointedly and tightened, ensuring you were under no illusions about who controlled the kiss. 

You groaned against his lips. It wasn’t the most dignified sound you’d ever made but Alucard seemed to appreciate it. He shuddered against you and slipped his tongue into your mouth with such ease that it seemed as if it belonged there. Evidently, he was not as unaffected as he might have liked you to believe. 

Kissing Alucard was not dissimilar to spending an age under water before finally coming up for air. It was refreshing and overwhelming and everything in between. When he nipped his sharp fangs against your bottom lip, it felt as if every nerve in your body had come alight. You could have died right in that instant and been happy about it. 

Something akin to an alarmed warble clawed its way out of your throat when Alucard used the hand in your hair to pull your head back, exposing your neck. It wasn’t a painful feeling – far from it. In fact, it sent a shiver down your spine and your pussy grew even wetter at being manhandled in such a way. 

Alucard’s lips were all but scorching as they moved from your own, instead kissing messily at your chin, your jaw, before making their way to your throat. Despite the fact that Alucard was very much capable of drinking you dry, of ripping your jugular out with his teeth, you’d never once been afraid of that possibility, even when his fangs were somewhere so vulnerable. If you were completely honest with yourself, that was part of the allure – being so close to danger and knowing that Alucard wouldn’t lift a finger to hurt you – having all that power at your beck and call. 

Your husband made a satisfied sound against your neck, tongue peeking out as if to taste the sweat on your skin, to feel your pulse racing beneath. You could do little but hold on and enjoy the ride as Alucard spoiled you with his attentions. One hand was clutching tightly to his golden hair, not tugging but bringing him closer, holding him against you, whilst the other grappled uselessly at his slim shoulders. 

When Alucard bit down gently, barely enough to leave a mark, you wheezed, overwhelmed. Could you cum just like this? With Alucard barely even grinding up against where you needed him the most? It certainly felt as if you could. Squeezing your eyes shut did nothing to stave off your desperation – in fact, it made it worse. 

As Alucard’s kisses and teasing nips trailed ever downwards, to your shoulder and collarbones, the hand that had been gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him, began to move. It crept slowly upwards, trailing along your skin as it did so, evidently meaning to tease. Your heart was in your mouth and your breathing stopped all together as it crept higher still. Would he finally touch you? Your pussy ached for something inside it so much it hurt. You knew you wouldn’t even last a minute the moment Alucard finally deigned to have mercy on you. 

Further and further the hand rose…

Time seemed to stop.

But then, much to your dismay, Alucard’s fingers left your inner thigh and skipped over your pussy completely, starting the same teasing trail on your abdomen before rising even higher. It was impossible to stop the noise of disappointment that forced its way past your lips. Of course, you hadn’t meant to make him feel bad, but it was difficult not to let your neediness overwhelm you. 

Alucard only laughed at how mindless you’d become. 

His hand trailed higher, sharp nails skimming feather light up your stomach until it reached the underside of your bra. There, he paused. The lips, which had still been worshipping your neck, stopped momentarily. 

Using the grip he still possessed on your hair to help, Alucard tilted you forwards a little, the offending hand slipping between you back and the wall momentarily so that he might unclasp your bra. 

The blonde moved back to help you take it off, and you couldn’t help the way your gaze practically glued itself to Alucard’s lips, pink and swollen from his activities. When you looked upwards, Alucard’s own eyes blazed, staring back at you with an intensity that almost made you flinch. You watched as his eyes skirted downwards over your now completely bare top half, lingering at your breasts which were now exposed. He caressed the underside of one almost tenderly and you couldn’t help but shiver. 

“Please…” That seemed to be the final straw for Alucard – something to snap him out of his reverie.

His mouth parted, tongue running over a plump bottom lip as if he wanted to speak. But then, it seemed that Alucard thought better of it. 

He surged forwards with a force that knocked you backwards, trapping you against the wall once again. Alucard’s mouth was burning – though that might have been more due to the sharp bite he placed on your collar bone before descending, almost hard enough to break the skin. You all but squeaked despite the fact that you welcomed the pain, shaking when you felt Alucard begin to grind in small, desperate movements against your thigh.

Your need, your happiness and everything in between soured higher and higher as Alucard’s mouth finally reached it’s destination at your breast. There was no reverence now, no stopping and taking a moment to admire, no. Alucard pressed on like a man hell-bent on going to war. 

He groaned louder than he had since this had all begun, capturing your tit in what could only be described as a sloppy kiss, pressing his tongue to your nipple and savouring the swell of your chest. It was impossible for you to do anything other than allow Alucard this, to sit back and enjoy. And even if you’d had the motivation to, you weren’t sure what you might have done to make the moment any better. 

The hand that had been previously tangled in your hair removed itself in favour of gripping your waist tightly, as if to stop you from escaping. Alucard pawed at the breast that wasn’t pressed up against plush lips as if he couldn’t get close enough. That was certainly a sentiment you echoed, both hands now clutching desperately at Alucard’s hair and tangling it beyond repair in an effort to keep him close. 

Still, you did nothing to hinder your husband when he pulled away, shaking and feeling weak from the force of his attention and your own arousal. Dark pupils almost eclipsed the gold of his eyes as Alucard stared down at your tits, mouth visibly watering and lips swollen. It was near impossible not to let a look like that go to your head – filling you with a sense of confidence and ease at how much you were adored. The growl that bubbled its way up from Alucard’s throat went straight to your pussy before he all but attacked your other breast, switching sides and pinching your other damp nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger. 

The noise that escaped from you certainly couldn’t have been called attractive, more a garbled sound than anything resembling actual words. You were reeling from the onslaught, barely able to string two syllables together, much less an entire word.

The task became even more impossible when Alucard finally popped open the button on your trousers and drew the zip teasingly downwards. Unthinkingly, you set both hands on the cabinet and lifted your hips in an effort to help. There was no word to describe the relief and excitement you felt as your underwear and trousers were shoved towards. 

Even in your lust-addled brain, constantly distracted by Alucard’s clever tongue on your breasts and the occasional nip from pointed fangs, you could sense the blonde’s impatience. He might have been composed and hard to read at the best of times but during times like this, Alucard’s desire was an open book. 

He didn’t even manage to get your trousers completely off before Alucard was turning his attention to your pussy, leaving them tangled around your knees. Neither of you paid them much mind; however, and it was difficult to be disgruntled about anything when Alucard finally, finally touched where you needed him the most. 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as Alucard’s fingers brushed up and over your folds, seeking out your hard little clit. The two of you groaned in unison at that, the blonde evidently enjoying himself just as much as you were if the way he continued to grind himself against your thigh was anything to go by. Gone were his initial teasing touches or the way he usually worked you up by starting off slow. You were way past that. 

Alucard’s fingers were firm yet slow as they ground into your clit in small circles, forcing you to feel each millimetre of movement. Your mouth fell open at the sensation, eyes rolling back into your skull and a sigh escaping you. 

It was only Alucard’s lips pressing against your own, open mouthed and slightly unexpected, that brought you back down from whatever place you’d soared to. The fire in your abdomen seemed to blaze and fade all at once, the need becoming more intense yet less frantic now that you had Alucard’s hands on you. 

You were swept up in the feeling of Alucard’s lips on yours for a moment, the rest of the world melting away as he licked into your mouth, claiming you in every way he knew how. When his fingers ventured a little lower, dipping into your hot slit and collecting the slick there, Alucard groaned once again, tugging at your bottom lip a little as he pulled away. 

“Darling, you taste like a sin…”

Alucard’s tone was deep and dark, everything you dreamed about in those rare moments your husband wasn’t around. All you could do in response was groan as Alucard went back to licking and biting at your neck, one hand torturing your breasts whilst two fingers of the other slipped inside your slick hole. 

You clenched around them and were unable to stop the full-body shiver that overcame you at the feeling – finally having something inside after having to go without. Alucard’s slender, strong fingers pressed into you with ease, your body opening up to him in a way so intimately familiar it took your breath away. 

He thrust them into the knuckle firmly but not roughly, his thumb pointedly pressing against your clit as he did so. You made another sound, high and breathless in the back of your throat when he began to move them. He didn’t… thrust exactly, more a slow grind that seemed to stimulate you perfectly inside and out. Alucard crooked his fingers just so, timed immaculately with a quick flick of his thumb over your swollen clit that had you jolting at the sudden intensity of the feeling. 

You almost flinched away from his fingers then, but the way Alucard dragged his mouth back down your neck, licking and nipping as he went, had you arching back into his touches as quickly as the need had first occurred. 

Alucard continued the torturous movements of his fingers, seeming to play special attention to that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars – he didn’t even have to move his hand particularly quickly for you to feel the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten. 

Even with the ever-present draught in the castle, you found yourself sweating and your skin flushed. 

“Would you let me study you, my darling? Truly allow me the scope to figure out all the ways I can take you apart? Until it becomes an art form instead of a science?”

You were hard-pressed to think of a reply, let alone get the words out. Alucard didn’t seem to be looking for one anyhow, biting softly at the swell of your tits as he thrust his fingers in sharply and curled.

Shit, as much as you wanted this to last, to eek this out and stay in this moment forever, you knew you couldn’t take this for much longer without cumming. Especially when Alucard seemed hell-bent on showing off just how well he knew your body. 

Again and again he curled his fingers, grinding his thumb into your clit harshly. The wet sounds your pussy made were accompanied only by your harsh, overwhelmed pants and the sound of Alucard kissing and mouthing messily at your tits. You were sure you were going to die. That could be the only explanation for what you were feeling. Though if that were the case, you were sure you’d die happy. 

“Give yourself over to me, my love.” Alucard implored. “Just let go, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”

You could do nothing but obey. 

You were certain that you blacked out for a moment as you came, shaking apart with only Alucard there to ground you. You clenched hard around the fingers mercilessly attacking your clit and g-spot but still they moved, carrying you through the peak of your pleasure and into the shaky oversensitivity beyond. 

This was likely what people meant when they said they’d had an out of body experience. You felt as if you were floating, the world around you blurred and in shades of grey – save for Alucard who stood out to you in glistening gold as always. As soon as you were able to focus again, still feeling winded and hyper-aware of how Alucard’s fingers were still inside you (though no longer moving), you noticed that clinical look in his eyes again – a doctor assessing a patient – even if something there was tinged with a lot more care than any professional.

Fuck, you knew this couldn’t possibly be the end of whatever Alucard had planned. Had this been his intention all along? Right from the moment he asked for your help? You certainly wouldn’t have put it past him, at any rate. “Better?” Anyone else might have interpreted his tone as condescending, but not you. You nodded, still too overwhelmed and spaced-out to speak. “Good. I’ve thought of some other anatomical theories I need your help to prove.”

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Alucard as a Dad

Request: I really liked the pregnancy fiction, can you do one for Alucard as a dad?

Summary: He knows her, knows her even more intimately than himself. A sigh of relief escapes him, and a genuine smile graces his face, erasing any lingering hesitance from his tumultuous past.

AN: I tried ;) (Dividers by @chachachannah- thanks!)

Please read this before continuing-Part 1 (It makes sense I swear)

With quivering hands and a resolute expression, Adrian cradles your daughter for the first time. A quick glance in your direction unsures he's handling everything correctly.

Yet, the moment her delicate weight settles in his arms, an understanding dawns upon him. He knows her, knows her even more intimately than himself. A sigh of relief escapes him, and a genuine smile graces his face, erasing any lingering hesitance from his tumultuous past.

The unadulterated happiness that courses through him sweeps away all uncertainties. "Narya," he addresses her by name, and your daughter meets his gaze, her tiny lips curving into a response that mirrors his smile.

She carries his resemblance remarkably, with scattered tufts of golden hair and shimmering, golden eyes. Yet, her toothless grin belongs entirely to you. The slight dimple on her chin is a charming legacy from her mother.

The first time you bring Narya to Castle Dracula, the three of you embark on a memorable project. You collectively paint your footprints on a massive sheet of paper, an endeavor that involves both you and Adrian fluttering around a squirming Narya to capture her tiny foot imprints.

In no time, he compensates for every missed moment during your pregnancy. Tired arms from holding the baby? Alucard steps in. Need a restroom break? No problem, Alucard is already at Narya's side. Late-night bouts of pacifying your daughter's cries? Adrian is there, soothing her before you even stir from your sleep.

From tending to a slight fever to ensuring a delayed burp, Adrian, despite being her father, becomes the quintessential mother hen to your daughter.

You willingly grant Adrian the time to bond with his daughter, to acquaint himself with her unique essence. You, on the other hand, have known her existence from the very moment it dawned upon you.

Your baby, a blend of both dhampir and human, bears a predominantly human appearance, with the exception of her luminous eyes and slightly lower body temperature. Her growth mirrors the developmental stages you've observed in countless other children around you.

Yet, within the secret corners of your thoughts, you harbor a desire for her to inherit more from her father. You yearn for her to possess the gift of immortality, akin to Adrian. This longing stems from your wish to leave behind someone for Adrian when your own time inevitably wanes – a constant presence to anchor him in the world.

One late afternoon, as you gently pry open the door to your bedroom, a heartwarming scene greets you: your daughter slumbers serenely atop your husband's chest. Her tiny hands grasp his shirt, finding security in his embrace. Adrian's arms cradle her with tenderness, and what takes you aback is the genuine, tranquil smile adorning his face in his slumber. This smile, free from the habitual furrow of his brow or the weight of his recurring nightmares, fills your heart with a renewed sense of hope.

In that moment, you find yourself fervently praying for her immortality more fervently than ever before. It's not just a wish for her own well-being, but a yearning to ensure that Adrian's happiness.

Castle Dracula becomes livelier with your daughter's presence. Her giggles and Adrian's baby voice ring loud from whatever room father and daughter decide to grace.

And if you walk in on your daughter cuddling into a large wolf or clapping around a party of bats you join the party. Winking at the wolf as you jump into the cuddle pile.

There are days when Alucard holds your daughter and for hours talks to the pictures of her grandparents. Both Lisa and Dracula get to meet her.

Matilda, Ronnie, Bowie, and Pink are all dolls made by Alucard for your daughter. Each given a special feature and leaves your daughter a giggling mess. Be it Bowie's squeaking noise or Pink's flapping hands.

On nights when your daughter sleeps peacefully and the world lulls into silence. Adrian turns to you and lays bare his vulnerability. All the sorrow and gratitude is expressed in quiet whispers. Tears and reassurances hold you both together.

He does not easily forgive himself for his abandonment of you during your pregnancy and it shows up during lively family dinner, story times, or nap times. But you do not allow him to spiral. Holding him close you lean in and tickle your dhampir until his booming laughter fills the room.

Both uncle Trevor and Aunt Sypha undergo the regular mandatory Narya bragging session by Alucard either in person or through letters. It doesn't surprise you that your daughter take a liking to the Belmont sooner than anyone else. "She is just compensating for his lack of intellect," your husband ads trying not to scowl at Trevor. "Haven't you heard opposites attract? My daughter just finds you stupidity funny." Neither Trevor nor Narya turn back from their conspiring whispers to reply to your annoyed husband. He does get a sympathy shoulder pat from you.

Three years later, with Narya's fist wrapped around your finger you enter the healer's hut again. Only to find the news of Narya's sibling on the way.

And this time your pregnancy is spent in Castle Dracula, next to Alucard, who takes in every detail. He spends weeks waiting for the bump to show, and nights after that talking to it.

The child inside you definitely recognizes his voice, because any indication of Adrian's presence leads to a very active march in your belly.

Alucard does not shy away from indulging in your pregnancy cravings. Pickles with jam? That's his jam now. He will join you to chug pickle juice straight from the jar.

He is however, very much concerned about the morning sickness bouts. Entirety of Dracula's library is turned over to find a cure but the child inside of you is as stubborn as his father.

Both you and Alucard burst laughing the sight of Narya mimicking your pregnancy waddle.

When the labor starts you find yourself next to Alucard again. Your hand clutched in his and your breath coming heavy. You push for an hour before your sons enter the world. Surprising everyone.

You give birth to twins bearing your and Adrian's features. Narya becomes an elder sister.

Drunk

Fandom: Castlevania

Characters: Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes/Alucard

Relationships: Adrian x reader

Note: I suck at titles

You walked through the dark hallway in hopes of finding your room. Even after months spent in Castlevania, you still couldn’t navigate through endless corridors even to your own space. You were confident you had walked through this particular hall three times now. Just when you were about to turn left, you heard a faint noise. You keened your ears to decipher the sound and concluded it must be someone's voice. There was only one person other than you who lived in the castle. You pushed the ornate doors to one of the drawing rooms ajar and found Adrian reclining in one of the lounge chairs.

He looked like he was posing for a painting, but then again, he always did. You knew Adrian was something more than a human but these small things which it showed, such as being in a state of constant elegance and poise, no matter the situation, still amazed you. He was lying on the comforter with his torso slightly turned to the back of the chair. One of his legs was stretched over the edge while the other one was bent at the knee. His right arm was hanging off the armrest while the other was holding an empty wineglass precariously perched between elegant fingers. How he didn’t splatter the red liquid on the pristine white shirt, which was unbuttoned to reveal almost the entirety of his chest, was a mystery to you. His head was buried in several pillows and golden tresses fell loosely down the chaise and around his face. He had a faraway look in his eyes and was mumbling something incoherently. When you stepped closer and had a chance to decipher his mumblings, you realized he wasn’t talking to himself, he was singing. Poorly.

“…and the fish’s at the sea…they sway by me…” or whatever gibberish you were able to discern. Probably some tavern song he learned from Trevor. That moment he noticed you standing there, golden eyes squinting at you.

“Oh…hello-” A small hiccup found its way past his lips.

You were trying your best not to laugh but your mouth still twisted into a smile as you watched him cover his mouth in embarrassment.

“Pardon me. I think I’ve had too much to drink.” He sat up, or rather, tried to sit up as he swung his legs over the sofa. You attempted to help him, pressing your arm at his back. “Are you alright?” You tentatively asked him. You didn’t know what his life was like before you came in. He wasn’t willing to share many details about his past, but from the small pieces of information, you concluded he was living a very sad, lonely life. That sometimes resulted in evenings spent drinking away his sorrows.

He shooed your hands away. “Nothing is wrong. I’m a vampire, so I am particularly able to hic keep my countenance in place.”

At that time you were fully grinning at his efforts to remain decent in his drunken stupor. Of course. You thought to yourself while you watched him fix his collar as if to add modesty to the already gaping hole in his shirt. There, you could see the pink sliver of scar that ran across his entire torso, marring the otherwise flawless pale skin. What sort of fierce battle the powerful dhampir face to mark him in such way. Every time you caught sight of that scar, your heart clenched painfully at the thought of Adrian in pain. He snapped you out of your thoughts with his drunken ramblings.

hic “You astound me, did you know that?” He said out of the blue and you were staring at him in surprise. He continued, “You are hic …most incredible person I’ve ever met in my life.” He looked you in the face a desperate look in his eyes as if he needed you to understand his statement more than he needed his next breath. “I mean that I mean it,” he softly whispered. “You are unlike anyone that I’ve ever met in my life, he put his hand on your cheek, studying your features.

“I…expose myself… to you.” You looked at his opened shirt in panic. The last thing you need is to have the dhampir deep in his cups to start undressing in front of you.

Adrian noticed your frightened expression and realized he was misunderstood. With laughter, he added, “no, not like that. I mean emotionally,” he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, right above his heart. It seems alcohol also made him sentimental. “I bare my soul and you don’t run away. I‘m a vampire lord’s son, THE vampire lord’s son…and you’re not afraid of me…and we can go on walks…and talk…and…and…I’ve just never met anyone like you…” his words dissipated into silence.

hic

Oh, Adrian.

All this time you had no idea he harbored such thoughts in his mind. You had a feeling he was being courteous to you by letting you stay in his castle, but not overly caring for your presence. If you knew what these brief encounters you two shared meant to him…

“I’m rambling a little bit,” Adrian bowed his head in shame and dropped his hand from your cheek to cover his face with it.

“I’m ashamed that you’re seeing me…like this,” he gestured to his disheveled appearance.

You patted his arm with placating smile, “It’s alright Adrian, sometimes we all have our bad days.” Then, you draped one of his arms over your shoulders and took hold of his waist.

Some light stumbling, a few knocked candelabras, and plenty of hauling on your part later, you made it to his bed-chamber. Where was the floating when you need one? You let out a huff as you threw Adrian’s limp body on the bed and almost fell on top of him in the process. The close physical proximity the two of you shared when walking into his room was already enough to paint your cheeks a rosy hue. You threw a blanket over him and prepared to leave when you felt a hand grabbing your wrist. The dhampir was looking soberer now. Still holding your arm, he brought you closer to bed.

He propped himself on his elbows and looked into your eyes with more clarity than before, “I likely won’t remember any of this in the morning…but…,” he paused for a moment as if gathering the courage to finish the sentence.

“I…can I…kiss you? Just one time…”

You were taken aback by his words once more. He practically confessed to you earlier, and the thought of touching those soft, plush lips sounded tempting. You didn’t realize that you’d been inching closer to his face until you felt his wine-laced breath on your lips and by then, you were too lost in his eyes to pull away.

He tasted like the sweetest of vines. Soft and supple, his mouth danced hesitantly over yours. You were sure that no vinery in the world has vine more rare and luxurious than the one you’re tasting on his tongue. You pulled away and whispered to him “goodnight Adrian.”

He mumbled goodnight to you as well and fell asleep mid-sentence.

You chuckled to yourself, caressing his cheek. *Creatures of the night, what symphony they make…*you pondered as you listened to his soft snores.

Craving of You

Request: With the incident happening, may I see Adrian as time goes on slowly reciprocating physical affection between us, his lover now? Like from brief hand holding to him just plopping his head onto our shoulders or just him sleeping inside our bedroom and cuddling close to us.

Pairing: Alucard x GN Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k

AN: Sorry it took reallllllyyyy long but here it is. I hope you like it. I had alot of fun writing this. (Also I'm trying to get to other requests to have faith in me ya'll)

Humans sleep a lot, or maybe that’s just you. Adrian cannot fathom the extent of your need for sleep, even though he is part human himself. You remain the connoisseur of naps, resting your eyes for 15 minutes or indulging in a 12-hour special on weekends. You remind him of a cat basking in the sun. Sometimes he wonders if sleeping could qualify as a hobby for you.

You sleep with the most peaceful smile on your face. Your brows are free of any crease, as if even the darkest of nightmares cannot challenge your will to find rest.

Your hair falls around you messily, and your limbs entangle themselves in the nearby blankets and pillows. A few wayward strands rest on your forehead, gently swaying with the rhythmic warmth of your breath.

And Adrian cannot bring himself to sleep. He cannot convince himself to look away from the sight in front of him, even as nightmares and horrid scenes haunt his dreams. It's as if the physical separation of your separate beds is insignificant.

Lost in your dreams, you clutch your pillow closer to you, and for once Adrian wonders if it is concerning to feel envious of an inanimate object. He could be there, in your embrace, his arms around your waist, allowing you to snuggle into him.

He could, but he hasn't been able to. Not since then… not since his body finds every contact repulsive, even the ones his heart craves. His mind, heart, and soul know that you cannot and will not ever harm him, not when he is aware of the depth of your love for him.

He cannot be fooled, not after you broke down every wall he had built around himself in the aftermath of Taka and Sumi's betrayal. You did so without complaint, expecting nothing in return. And if by some remote chance there existed a possibility of your betrayal, Adrian would choose death by your hands without a moment's hesitation.

A fall for you would be sweeter than any other.

Separated by the narrow distance between your beds, in the dark of your unlit room, Alucard reaches his hand towards you. His hand lingers in the air, yearning for you and your warmth.

"Ai," you exclaim, trying to retract your hand but failing to do so. You freeze as you watch Adrian hold onto your hand. It had been an accidental brush of your fingers, something you did not intend, not at the cost of upsetting your lover.

On any normal day, you would have immediately pulled your hand back and apologized for the contact. It has always been the reality of your relationship, and you have accepted Adrian, all of him.

However, your world tilts on its axis as Adrian surprises you by not letting go. With trembling fingers, your beloved interlaces his fingers with yours, and you savor the point of contact that he has granted you.

So, you smile with all the love you can muster. You smile to show your happiness, your pride, and your affection. Adrian's hands feel cold against yours as the lines of your palms align.

Maybe if times had been different, you would have kissed your beloved. You would have cupped his cheeks and looked right into his eyes, but for now, you let him lead at his own pace as you map the expanse of his hand with your thumb, offering the comfort he has allowed you to offer.

"And then we just ended up leaving because honestly, there was no point in staying," Adrian listens to you ramble as you take another bite of your watermelon.

The heat of the long summer dissipates as the sun descends to the corner of the world, casting a hazy shade of orange over everything. Birds rush back to their nests with renewed urgency, and cicadas sing the song of the night.

Both of you sit on the secluded porch of your childhood home, the backyard now bearing the fruit of your day's labor. A subtle scent of jasmine fills the area from the tree you planted in your childhood.

It's a perfect evening next to you, but Adrian cannot focus. His mind is filled with thoughts of you—your carefree smile, your eyes, your voice. He feels intoxicated by your essence. A part of his heart sings with joy as you still hold his hand close. Despite your complaints about his icy cold fingers, you allow it anyway. He is surprised by how natural it feels for you to hold his hand in yours, how habitual it has become for your fingers to intertwine and for your thumb to run soothing patterns on the back of his hand. It feels nothing like the past he fears; it is different, and he knows it.

Your love doesn't bind him; instead, it offers him freedom.

Adrian's throat dries as he steels his mind. He has to do it, for your sake and his own. Months ago, his dreams were nightmares full of terror, but now they are the manifestations of his desires, desires that urge him to follow your touch.

With a slight tilt of his head, Adrian inches closer to you. His gaze lands on your lips. He yearns, but he resists. Someday he will, but for today, Adrian finds comfort as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Your voice stops, and Adrian feels the sharp breath you suck in. He almost fears rejection. Does it mean you don't desire him? Is he too late? But all his fears dissipate into thin air when he hears the loud thud of your heart. To his sensitive hearing, it sounds like a loud drum.

A smile blooms on Adrian's face as he feels the heat rushing up your neck and catches a glimpse of the light red that colors your ears. Adrian simply closes his eyes and snuggles closer to your arm, leading to where your hands are linked.

His nose nestles in the hollow of your collarbone, and for the first time in his life, he feels goosebumps on his skin. A thrill of pleasure consumes him, leaving him wanting more. In those moments, no fear, no trauma plagues him. There is no room for it anymore; you have taken over everything.

You clench your fist, feeling your knuckles crack under the force of your motion. You despise everything in this godforsaken room—the awful-tasting wine, the snobbish elite, the constricting fit of your formal outfit, the vampire who stands way too close to Adrian, and most of all, yourself for feeling this way.

Yet, you cannot help but watch your lover next to his friend. A friend from childhood who possesses the elegance of immortality that you lack. Morgan, a vampire, who holds fragments of Adrian's life that you do not.

You cannot help but notice how good they look together, how much easier it is for Adrian to accept closeness and the comfort that Morgan offers. Compared to you, who still struggles to calm him down after a bout of nightmares.

Maybe if you were better, you would have the courage to selflessly allow Adrian a better chance at life with someone who would remain by his side until the end of times.

The bitterness of your wine lingers on your tongue as you try to pry your eyes away from the pair who seem deeply engrossed in their conversation. A part of you hopes that Morgan will be there when you are no longer in this world, that Adrian will have someone by his side.

It's hard to gulp down the next sip of wine as scenarios of your separation cloud your mind. You imagine a future where you're no longer part of Adrian's world, where he finds solace and love in the arms of another. It's a painful thought, one that tightens your chest and leaves you feeling hollow.

Was what you offered enough? Would it ever be enough of what little you could offer Adrian? Deep down, you know he deserves more, more than anything and everything you have to give.

Stuck in a room full of people who seem unaware of your inner turmoil, your steps falter as they lead you outside to a balcony, where the cold of the night sobers you from the slight daze of your wine.

Your breath comes in fast and loud as you try to control it, to quiet it down and hide it from the vampires flooding the room. Your vision blurs, and the world becomes hazy. Leaning on the dainty railing for support, you try to steady yourself.

Your heart beats loud and fast. It hurts—everything hurts. It hurts so bad that you lean in, bending at your waist. Your skin feels too warm, and the world feels too loud.

"Y/n," you startle when you feel hands supporting you. Trying to back away from your helper, you mutter quick apologies that seem to blend into your heaving breath. "I'm… I'm sorry… I… uh," your words stop when you feel hands cupping your face and lifting it up.

Cold hands, slender fingers, and flowing golden hair. A blurred silhouette of Adrian stares back at you. You fail to see his face through the tears that won't stop flowing from your eyes.

Now you have worried him, just what he needed. Despair fills you even further. "It's okay. I am okay," you try to reassure him as your breath starts to steady. "Give me a minute. I'll be there, you go back…" you try to pull away as you clear your throat, but Adrian remains unmoving.

You try to decipher the complex emotions in his eyes but fail to do so. Even the miserable smile you try to put on your face doesn't work.

"Have some faith in me. I may not have the courage to love as you do, but allow me to share your burdens as you have shared mine," you cannot bring yourself to answer as Adrian holds your hand in his. "Teach me and expect things from me. You know you deserve all of it. Get angry at me, cry to me, but… not like this… not alone. Don't bear it alone."

And then, without another word, Adrian leans in. His lips peck yours, the slightest touch that leaves butterflies in your stomach. The world goes quiet as you kiss your lover, your hands cupping his face as your lips explore his.

Your end will come one day, and it will hurt Adrian. It will grieve him, but before that day comes, there will be many others. And you will make sure to make them so bright that even in the gray of despair, there will always be a memory bright enough to make your beloved chuckle with amusement.

And if there exists a world beyond this, then you will find him there.

I will die on the hill that Dracula and Alucard can purr.

They don’t do it very often, and majority have never heard such things come from either of them.

It’s something they only do when they are truly safe, happy, content, and pleased.

And often do it subconsciously without even realizing it.

Dracula has a very deep low purr, it rumbles loudly and often if you’re on his chest cuddling him, you will shake to the frequency of his purrs.

He sounds more like a content dragon.

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Alucard’s purr isn’t as deep, and it’s nearly mute, it’s incredibly soft sounding but it rumbles his chest, and he won’t notice he’s doing it unless you point it out.

He rejects his monstrous side, so if you mention it please ease his worries and tell him how much you love it.

He only purrs when it’s just you two, not wanting others to see him so vulnerable.

But he more purrs in the morning when he wakes up to you.

what the two vampires do have in common is how they will lean towards you, chasing your affection with their purrs for your ears only.

Greedy for your touch, greedy for your love they wish to drown in it all, and can’t help but give their own affection in return.

To cuddle you, to hold you, to kiss you with their purrs only growing in volume.

i gotta keep it horny fam, have you got any spicy headcanons for Alucard that you feel might be uncommon when discussing about him?

This is a very wonderful request

For one, I feel that he makes a point to experience every sensation to the fullest and he wants his lover to experience it all to the same extent as well

He's very sensually motivated which means he'll take his time getting very familiar with every part of you

Whether that be exploring you with his hands or his mouth

I personally think he has a fascination with having you in a place of helplessness

I know y'all are probably tired of me saying this shit but vampires are predators and that aspect is so much fun to discuss with sexual themes. Sooooo, I know in my SOUL that this man likes to pin you down.

Double points if it's unexpected and you have a moment of real fear/shock that he can smell. That would make him go feral

ALSO we been knew he was a biter but we never talk about his favorite places to bite and I am a 100% believer that the titty is his number one I SAID WHAT I SAID (and that’s regardless of gender)

But also thighs, shoulders, and over the rib cage (because the marks are just so pretty)

Speaking of marks, he would certainly have a fascination with leaving them all over your body even more so if you bruise easily

And to hit on the helplessness topic again, I feel that he would enjoy bondage with him being the one to tie the knots. The power rush of having you at his mercy in whatever position he chooses would be his drug of choice hands down. I was literally sweating writing this out lol