catarsis96 - Tulipanes De La Escritura
Tulipanes De La Escritura

Amo leer, me encanta el anime, series y muchas cosas más, 27 años, espero poder escribir algo pronto por aquí, mexicana. I hope they continue to take care of themselves against the covid and you are well

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The Schedule

The schedule

🔞Me and Zed spoke of a reverse harem with the castlevania men, so kinda modern setting but this is purely porn.🔞

Also reposted from my deleted side blog.

🔞18+Only!MDNI🔞

Cw : reverse harem, with main Belmont’s (Richter, Trevor, Leon, Juste, Julius, Simon, and Jonathan.) and then Dracula and Alucard. Everything is 100% consensual, waking up to oral, ‘just the tip’, spitting, semi public, pegging, and fourway, free use kinda vibes. Afab reader. Womb and cervix are said a bit. Some degradation in Trevor’s part.

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9 am

Your morning starts are usually. You’re awoken by gentle licking and pleasure shooting through your body. You sleepily moan, squirming at the suction on your clit. Tossing the covers you’re greeted with long blonde hair and a very attentive vampire between your legs.

“Good morning, love.” Alucard purrs against your skin, kissing your bitten-up inner thigh, before delving his tongue back into your pussy.

Your body is still sensitive from sleep, you can’t stop the whine that leaves you. You tense up, your thighs snapping shut around his head

“Yes, squeeze my head! Use me!”

He mumbles against your cunt, as you grind against his face, coating him in your juices. You fall limp against the bed, twisting the sheets up in your fist.

He’s not stopping!

“Adrian! I-mmm!”

Alucard moans, humping the bed at your addictive taste. He’s so close to cumming, just a little more!

You arch your back, realizing he’s going to keep you here as long as he can, you aren’t sure when you’ll be free from the vampire’s grasp.

10 am

You always like watching tv with your beloveds, you like showing them new shows that they never heard of from their times. But something tells you Simon isn’t paying attention at all to the show, his minding seemingly elsewhere.

His cock resting right in front of your bare pussy, grinding against your wet heat, wetting himself with your slick. Simon’s arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place.

“Please, please let me fuck you! I’ll be gentle, I swear!”

You huff, trying to ignore how good he’s making you feel, and he’s not even inside you.

“I’m trying to watch tv, hon.” You reach back, running your fingers through his red hair.

“P-please! Please just the tip? I’ll be good!”

You sigh with a smile, “I suppose it can’t be helped, but just the tip.”

Simon nearly weeps, babbling useless ‘thank you! as he lifts you up, sliding the thick head of his cock into your welcoming hole. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that want to come out.

He moves your hips, shallowly fucking you while the tv plays ignored in the background. But the Belmont can’t last long, not with how your cunt is squeezing around his tip.

“M-M’sorry! Sorry! Soooo good, fuck!”

You're near screaming as he slams into you, pounding his fat cock into your cervix. He’s crying out into your shoulder, his eyes cross at such pleasure!

He’s fucked you stupid in a matter of minutes, you aren’t sure when he’ll stop, or that you even want him to.

11 am

Your body feels so tender after cumming so much, needing one of the others to pry Simon off of you and get you cleaned up. But that’s where your favorite time comes in! You needed to reward your beloved, after all, he’s such a good boy for you.

Richter grips the sheets below him with his ass in the air, muffling his cries into your pillow while inhaling your scent. He only brought you to your room to get clean clothes, but he’s not complaining one bit!

“Such a pretty boy, doing so well for me.” You coo, chuckling at how he whines.

His body is trembling, his mind gone, unable to focus on anything but you. You slide your hand up his toned back, gently taking a fist full of his hair, and yanking him up.

Richter squeals, raising his ass up allowing you to slam your strap-on deeper inside his clenching hole.

“I wanna hear you.”

His mouth hangs open, as his cock throbs, but he can’t hold back!-

“Cummiiing!”

You quietly shush him, running your fingers through his long brown hair as his cum coats your sheets.

“Such a good boy for me, you did so well!”

You make a noise of surprise when he starts fucking himself on your strap, moving his ass back to shove the toy deeper.

He looks back at you with tears shining in his eyes.

“Please? Can we go again? I need you to fuck me more, please!”

How can you say no to him?

12 pm

After getting Richter settled, you go to the kitchen to make yourself a light snack. You know who’s next, knowing he’s been watching you since Simon had you on the couch. But now it’s his turn.

You get some bread out and reach to make yourself a sandwich, when arms wrap around you, holding you close. You chuckle as Jonathan rests his chin on your shoulder. Only to gasp when you feel him tug your baggy shirt up, exposing your bare ass to him.

“My, aren’t you eager?”

“I can’t wait anymore.” He kisses your neck while pulling his cock free from his pants. Jonathan swears under his breath, feeling just how wet you are, making it easy to slip into you.

Your time with Richter left you hot. You can’t help but stick your ass out a little more, partially bending over the counter and letting his long dick rut into you.

“Oohh! You feel so fuckin good! Ah!”

“O-Oohh shit!” You shakily continue making your lunch, pausing to grip the countertop to mewl at how well he's fucking you.

Your legs shake, threatening to give out from his quick thrusts.

“Can I cum? Oh go,d let me cum!! Lemme fill you!-“

He pants into your neck, biting your skin to silence his cries.

“Yes! Fill me.” You nearly cry as he pumps his load into you at a moment's notice, triggering your own climax. You’re left shaking with Jonathan being the only thing holding you up.

“You’re the best, sweetheart!” You can feel him smile against you, kissing your cheek as he helps you finish making your lunch, only leaving you to get some water.

You don’t know you can even walk to go shopping with Julius.

1 pm

You didn’t need to worry, as Julius was more than happy to help you out. You can never get over how sweet he is to you, always so gentle, even now.

You aren’t sure where he pulled over to, but the place is deserted, which is perfect for you and his tinted windows. You’re in the back seat, spread nicely on his lap. Your clothes had long since been abandoned, tossed somewhere else in the truck, while Julius was still clothed.

“You certainly are a sight for sore eyes.”

You shake, your pussy clenching at the sound of his southern drawl. Julius takes a sharp inhale, sighing at the pleasure. You gently roll your hips, grinding his cock deep into your womb. His calloused hands resting on your hips, watching you with a lustful expression as you fuck yourself on his dick.

“J-Julius..!” He always presses against all your sweet spots, making you feel too good. You tilt your head back, feeling his hands slide up your body, caressing your tits, and rubbing your nipples.

“Such a stunnin’ sight for me, darlin'. All needy for this old man.”

You whine, your hips losing rhythm as you get closer to that edge.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little thing for me.”

“I’m- I’m gonna-!”

“Shhh just cum for me, coat my cock like a good pet.”

His hands move back down to your hips, steadying you before bucking up to meet your thrusts. Your hands slam down on how shoulders, gripping his coat tightly as you cum, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth.

And he’s happy to give you all of his spent. You’re gasping for air when he leans down, kissing your chest.

“I hope you ain’t tired after that, are you really gonna let this old timer out do you?”

2 pm

You’re finally back home and ready to rest. But you’re pleasantly surprised to see Juste in your room, the black-out curtains are shut, while he reads a book, only perking up when he sees it’s you. Putting the book down, he rushes over to greet you.

“I was wondering what was taking you two so long.” He leans down, kissing you tenderly.

You pull away, cupping his face in your hands. “I know, I hope I didn’t worry you too much.”

Juste gives you a soft smile “Nonsense, I simply cleaned up your room to keep myself occupied, I hope that was alright.”

You aren’t sure what came over you, but something about him at that moment overwhelmed you. Maybe it’s just how considerate he is, or how pretty he looks with a smile on his face, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Juste found himself on your bed, legs hanging off the edge.

You’re sitting on your knees between them, licking from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving his leaking cockhead a kiss. One hand stroking it while the other plays with balls.

You coo at him softly, laughing at how his legs twitch and shake.

“So sensitive, I’ve always loved how messy you are. Especially for such a pretty man.”

You lick up any leaking precum before taking the tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it. Juste arches his back, crying out from all the euphoria. How you caress and toy with his balls, to how you suck his cock, he isn’t sure how he could ever last.

“S-so good! Please- please keep milking me!”

You chuckle around his dick, making his hips buck. He’s sobbing; it feels too good! Oh to be used by you, he loves it!

You don’t take your mouth off of him, only taking in more and more of his throbbing shaft. He tosses his head back, pulling at his own silvery hair. He doesn’t need to tell you, you can feel his balls clenching in your hand.

You pull back up, keeping your lips on his tip and sucking harshly. Juste howls, nearly thrashing as his thick cum fills your mouth, more so when he feels your swallow all he has.

Looking down, his eyes meet yours, only for his to widen when you open your mouth with your tongue hanging, showing you swallowed all of it.

You watch his face burn bright red, and for his dick to be twitching again, ready for more.

3 pm

Despite as much as he denied it, Trevor was quite needy for you, always wanting your attention and affection in any way he could get it. Even if he meant pinning you against the outside wall of your house, in your backyard.

“What’s the matter? You said you could take it.” He growls into your ear.

He’s holding you up, your legs resting in the crooks of his elbows. He has you folded, your chests pressed together, while you’re trying to keep quiet.

His thick cock slamming into you, and heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll back, your drool seeping between the fingers trying to keep you quiet. He’s so deep! Fucking his way to your womb! Trevor glares at you, not liking how you’re not screaming for him.

He drops one of your legs, letting it dangle so he can grab your hand and yank it from you.

“I wanna hear those pretty sounds, want ya to sing for me, Angel.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opens.

Your eyes are focusing to watch him slowly open his own mouth, letting his tongue fall out to let a thick glob of spit drop into your awaiting maw.

You whine, making him swear under his breath at how your walls tighten around him.

“What a filthy cutie you are, perfect for me to ruin.”

Picking your leg back up, he resumes pounding into your cunt. Smirking as your sob echoes, uncaring if the neighbors see him fucking you like a slut.

“Trevor! Haaa- t’much!!” You shriek, feeling his hand rubbing rough circles on your clit.

“Gonna cum me for? Gonna milk my cock like a cum hungry whore?”

He tosses his head back, moaning at your cum coating his cock, but he isn’t done, far from it!

4 pm

Leon was more than happy to help you bathe, especially after how rough Trevor was with you, and how filthy he got you. He prepared a nice warm bath for you, even sliding behind you to help. You lean back against his chest, while the blonde hums softly as he scrubs you down gently.

He kisses your temple, while massaging the soap into your skin, making sure not to leave a single patch untouched. His hands shake for a moment, before going over your chest, washing your tits. He bites his lip, trying to stay calm, but you’re just so soft! Fitting perfectly in his hands, perfectly against his chest, he just wants you.

You squirm, feeling his thumbs rub over your nipples, keening when he pinches them, pulling on them lightly.

“Leee.” You whine, making his breathing shudder.

You sound so beautiful.

“Just making sure you’re clean, beloved.”

One hand slides down, under the water, and to your pussy. Your breathing hics, as he rubs your clit, going over it in slow, gentle circles. You grip his thighs, trying to ground yourself as you tremble. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out at how sensitive you are.

“Shhh you’re doing so well for me.”

His own breathing shakes, looking down and faintly seeing through the soapy water, your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. ‘Two can play at that game.’ He thinks, gliding his fingers down, gently fingering your cunt and lightly grinding his palm against your pulsing nub.

“Leon…oh god! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m- I can’t-“

“There you go, easy now, cum for me.”

He nearly chokes while you squeeze his cock, and cum with a loud whine. His blue eyes flutter back, keening at the gorgeous sounds you make.

He’s so close-

5 pm

You finished your bath just in time for dinner, and just in time for Dracula’s turn. He always likes having you on his lap, where he can keep you close for him to love you. And that’s just where you sit, at the head of the table, on his lap.

You can hear everyone talking, hear the forks hitting the plates, but you can process what they are saying, or what’s going on. Your womb has been breached with Dracula’s cock, your stomach slightly bulging from the large size of him.

“Come now, Dear, you need to eat.” The older vampire purrs, holding the fork up to your lips.

He’s happy to feed you, even if he is getting occasional glares from the others, he doesn’t care. He can feel every twitch and every clench from your body, he can feel your juices dripping down to his heavy balls.

You shakily take a bite, trying not to shriek when he pushes down on the bulge in your stomach. He purrs when you clench.

“Very good, you deserve a reward for being so good.”

The others at the table look over when you squeal, only to see you leaning half over the table, trying to hold yourself up. Tears fall down your face as your body bounces at the heavy thrusts Dracula is giving you.

His balls smacked your clit with every wet slap of his hips against yours. You scream, gushing around his cock.

Dracula chuckles, letting you lean back against him.

“So soon, dear? We haven’t even finished dinner.”

“P-please, m’so sensitiiive! Fuck!” Your eyes cross, as he pistons his hips, making sure everyone can see what a mess you are for him.

And these runts made a nice dessert too, he will use it to keep you here longer.

8 pm

It’s almost bedtime, yet you can’t sleep, even after being fucked as you have all day today, sleep just won’t come easy to you. When some of your lovers find out, they are more than eager to help you rest.

This is how you ended up with Alucard below you, his face buried into your chest and nipping at your tender buds. Fucking into you, while Juste stands behind you, rutting into your same stuffed hole as Alucard.

And Richter is in front of you, crying out as you let him fuck your face.

Your eyes roll back, and your wails are muffled by Richer’s thick cock. You aren’t sure how Juste and Alucard managed to share a hole, but it has you sobbing.

Neither of them is in sync, making sure you always stay full, none wanting to leave you empty or leave your addicting holes.

“God, what a perfect cunt!” Alucard growls, burying his face back into your chest, covering you in his bite marks.

Juste whines, his drool dripping onto your lower back.

“So good! Sogoodsogoodsogood!!” He’s losing his mind, you’ve ruined him.

Richter covers half his face with his free hand, trying to keep some modesty, but your throat feels divine! Sucking him so greedily!

Your mind has gone blank, only thinking of the intoxicating cum they are going to fill you with, you want to be their cum dump! Their perfect hole to use!

You’re going to be sleeping easy tonight, though your coworkers will be concerned as to why you can hardly walk, or stand straight.

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More Posts from Catarsis96

1 year ago

Hey, congrats on 6k! <3

(NSFW below)

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

Hey, Congrats On 6k!

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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Hey, Congrats On 6k!

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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1 year ago

Praise

This is incomplete and I don't know if I am happy with much of it. There are parts of it I love but I feel like it might need a bit of a rework. Thought I would share, may someone else find joy in the idea as well. Mentions of smut with no real smut yet, praise kink, a bit of soft dom Alucard. In my mind he's always an exploratory switch.

“I’ve been thinking, my love,” Alucard turned from where he was cutting plums and slowly walked toward you, “that there are other ways of satisfying those particular desires of yours.”

“Hmm.” You looked up from your book at the kitchen table not quite sure what he was talking about until he gave you a mischievous smile with a raised eyebrow.

“Stand up for me please.” Alucard reached out helping pull you to your feet. Pleasure shot through your body just from his tone, a request you could not deny. “I can give you a sense of my authority without restraining or demeaning you.”

When you had presented the idea, Alucard was fine with being in control so to speak. He even expressed he preferred it to him being vulnerable. But binding and degrading you was a hard no for him. After telling you of his experiences in the past, it was completely understandable as to why he did not want to ever involve anyone being tied down, and humiliation was never on the table because he loved you too much. He could not understand what it was that caused these cravings. “There’s something about giving myself over to your whims that excites me” you told him after practically begging him to bite you, which he also refrained from doing for fear of hurting you. You never mentioned any of this again after that initial conversation because honestly you loved him entirely too much to speak about it. Apparently he had been thinking about it though, much to your surprise. 

You stood not even sure what was about to happen but your body had reacted simply from the tone of his voice—the slow pleasure physically manifested between your thighs.

“Open your mouth.” He stood towering over you, his deep dulcet tone lulling you to obey.

As instructed you opened your mouth. Slowly he slid a long slender finger across your tongue lettling his nail drag just a little but not enough to cause you actual pain. 

“Now close your mouth my love.” Pleasure spiked through your body as the tip of his finger crossed your lips tasting of sweet plums causing a shudder to erupt from inside you. “Now that’s my good girl.”

The praise urged you to melt into his arms, completely at his mercy now.

“Do you understand?” He said softly, running a thumb across your lips. 

“Yes…” Your voice barely a whisper as you stared into those infinitely beautiful golden eyes that were shadowed by pleasure at your obedience. 

“Yes what?”

A million thoughts ran through your mind. What did he want you to say? Not master that was too obscene for him, certainly not daddy neither of you would enjoy that after the issues you both have with your fathers, probably not sir... Perhaps….

“Yes, Adrian.” 

His eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes darling, when we are like this I would prefer you use my name instead of my title.” His voice was low and you could tell he was fighting the urge to take you on the spot. Alas Trevor and Sypha were coming for a visit and would arrive at any moment. “Later you will be rewarded for your good behavior.” 

He leaned in for a kiss but instead ghosted his lips against yours and then smiled showing a bit of fang. An audible whimper left your mouth as your whole body needed that kiss but instead you were met with a chuckle.

“I think the anticipation might be worse than tying you down. I won’t deny you pleasure but, you might have to wait a bit.” He smirked and your mind reeled with possiblities. 

Over dinner Alucard had more of his swagger whereas you could not look anyone in the eyes for fear of what they would see. You had been reduced to a puddle with the most subtle of dominance and you had to admit from him, it was far more intense than any rougher experiences with lovers past. He watched you figit after dinner. Sypha excited about the birth of her and Trevor’s upcoming child, Trevor’s constant teasing about what their child would be named while Sypha argued back, all the while Alucard was content to give you lustful glipses. At one point he had pushed you aside against a wall in the kitchen as you were taking dishes to the sink.

“How wet are you darling?” He whispered in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your skin set your body electric with need. “I could check you know….” The game excited him as much as you now, if not more.

You had audibly gasped but were saved by Sypha bringing her empty plate to be washed. She had only looked at you and smiled as if to give her approval. She and Trevor both were close to Alucard and while they had always been kind to you, there was the lingering feeling as if they had been watching to make sure you didn’t hurt him. 

“That’s a good girl.” He had said leaving you flustered against the wall while he served dessert. 

You were certain that Trevor could tell.

The stolen glances that begged Alucard to make good on his promises. The building tension inside your body threatening to overwhelm you at any moment was making you so unnerved it felt like he was edging you. 

Trevor had seen the way you and Alucard shared a brief moment over souffle. As the fork left your lips Alucard smiled and said “Good, my love?” in the same tone as earlier, a reminder to previous events of the day. You had turned bright red and Trevor had laughed. 

“You two need to finish whatever started before we got here. She looks as if she's gonna burst into flames, Alucard.” Trevor gave a knowing smile.

“Oh, she knows I would never deny her.” Alucard’s voice always aroused things in you but it was worse like this but also…so so good.

You tried to talk about the baby or something you had found in the Belmont library while exploring the Hold but all you could think about was Alucard. 

The souffle was delicious. Everyone had complimented him on dinner, as he was an amazing cook, even Trevor hadn’t given him any shit about it. Sypha had excused herself from the table and was now walking around the castle toward Alucard’s library. You decided to join her deciding that putting a bit of distance between you and Alucard would help the smolder inside you. 

“You two seem very happy and in love. I’m glad. After everything he deserves it.” She smiled her blue eyes wide with happiness and to some degree approval. 

“I do love him very much and I would never hurt him, Sypha. I would fight to protect him from anything and everything.” And you would. You would lay waste to the land if anything happened to him very much like his father did for his mother….

“Good. Now I was going to look through here to find another name to pester Trevor with,” the two of you giggled so that you didn’t hear the approach of your lovers. “I had hoped you had brought some of the books from the Belmont Hold. I keep saying Trefor, we both know he hates it, but we still haven’t chosen a name.” 

While you didn’t hear either of them you immediately sensed Alucard behind you and immediately turned. 

“Darling.” He smiled, licking the point of one of his sharp teeth. 

“Sypha, Alucard has been kind enough to offer us a bedroom on the other side of the castle far away from his.” He cocked a knowing eyebrow at me. “Surely you need to rest.”

“I suppose we should leave the love birds alone. Alucard has been looking like he would devour her since we walked in the door. And she and I were trying to find another name for the baby and still all I can come up with is Trefor.” Sypha's favorite hobby was driving Trevor insane. 

“Please don't think I am a bad host, perhaps wine before bed and I was kind enough to buy a cask of ale for you, Belmont.”

“If you insist.” Trevor smiled and took Sypha by the hand walking in the direction of the kitchen. 

You tried to follow behind but Alucard caught you by the arm as you passed by him.

“I can hear it, you know. The way your heart is racing and there is a faintest smell of desire.” He chuckled darkly. “Would it help if I promised to lick your thighs clean?”

“Adrian…I…” You shivered, unable to take much more.

“That's good, my love. I will make it all better shortly.” Alucard turned and tipped your head upward by placing a finger on your chin. “Now open up, please.”

He smiled watching lust engulf you in desperation. 

You did as requested receiving the same treatment as before but this time once his finger left your mouth he leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip. 

“This is also a lesson in patience for me but I do enjoy watching you squirm, so much so I believe this will be a permanent game. Now be a good girl and join us for a drink.”


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1 year ago

This is a long ask but I got inspired 🌟

(This takes place after symphony of the night, where Alucard met reader fighting in the castle and he chooses to not go back to his eternal rest because s/o's sass stole his heart)

Alucard who treats his butch female darling like a princess, like tying her shoes,kissing the back of her hand, tending to her every need and fetching her coat and what not without ever needing to be asked.

Alucard who finds himself wanting to spend all his time with his s/o, wanting to brush there teeth together, cook together...

Alucard who's fiercely protective, even though his s/o can defend themselves just fine but he can't risk losing her, whether it be in death or someone stealing her away.

Whenever s/o is in a room, People needn't look to hard to find Alucard, her personal guard dog.

People don't understand how s/o can have someone who was so cold and aloof wrapped around her finger, truth be told, she doesn't either. What with how when they first met she had told him off for his attitude,(someone likes a gal who takes no sh*t and could kick his ass (0w0))

Sorry for such a delayed response! I suck I know :( but I hope you enjoy it (if you still linger here)

This Is A Long Ask But I Got Inspired

Ohohoho Alucard being whipped for his OP wife *sips tea in pleasure*

He knows you can kick ass. You could be an MMA fighter but you are his precious soft person and how dare anyone even look weird at you.

Annon you are so right with description that I cannot stop thinking about this. Just the gentleness of his every action *i'm soft*.

He will pull a Hua Cheng and not let you step on bloodied/dirty ground. Princess carry you from the mess that very much originated from your actions.

Perfectly peeled apples, crust less sandwiches to challenging people to duel for your honor, this boi is whipped.

In a life where you have been a strong daughter, a brave sister, an enduring captain of guard, only Alucard sees you devoid of the narratives that people have attached to you.

And in the world that sings songs of your valor, you can't help but be swayed by the Dhampir who sees you his beloved. Just you.

Maybe if it were your family, your mentor, or anyone else you would have steeled your heart and avoided the warmth of comfort but with Adrian...you don't. You allow yourself to mellow under his care. To be spoiled with his actions.

"Here all set," you watch Adrian kneel infront of you. The warmth of knitted wool surrounds your kneecap. "Now you won't feel chill even during the hardiest of patrols," your beloved smiles as his hands readjust your pants.

The chill of forest had never bothered you. Crouching for hours as you tracked targets had been a regular task that you did not think twice before taking on. To everyone including you, it was an integral part of your duty.

But Adrian...he knew you better than yourself. The slight stiffness of your knee had been a fleeting annoyance you got rid off with regular warmups.

Yet, it did not escape his notice. Only when you prepared to leave for another patrol did your beloved lead you to a well loved chaise and gently pulled up your trouser.

"Wha-" you wanted to ask him. Bit could not complete your sentence before he took a knitted warmer and wrapped it around your scarred knee.

The warmth of Adrian's touch enveloped your knee. "I scented it with cloves so it would reduce inflammation in case cold triggers pain." Holding his hands in yours, you lean in resting your forehead on his.

Maybe you did not need looking after. You certainly can do without it but you want it when it comes from Adrian. You treasure it. All your beloved's pampering makes you more than a captain or a legend. "Thank you," you whisper it feels blasphemous to be any louder in the moment.

Your hands cup his face and you memorize him with the sincerity of pious morning prayers. Every moment spent without him would pass on the merit of your memories.

Your lips meet his in a kiss. Gratitude, love, and yearning you pour it all in that one parting kiss.


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1 year ago

Drunk

Fandom: Castlevania

Characters: Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes/Alucard

Relationships: Adrian x reader

Note: I suck at titles

Drunk

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.


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1 year ago

Since Dracula is a vampire basically dead he’s cold, and Lisa was human making her warm, that Alucard being a mix of the two is anemic and despite being warmer than a vampire, he’s colder than a human and likes to wrap up in his cape cause it’s cozy.

But this also means that when it comes to you he naturally gravitates to you.

When sleeping in bed you two could start off on your own sides, but you’ll always wake up to him curled around you and legs tangled with yours.

But on the flip side, he gets a laugh watching you jump when he surprises you with a cold hand under your shirt.

Or you crying out he’s “too damn cold! Heat thief!”

It brings him such joy to hear it ringing throughout your shared home.

you’re his warmth, his blanket, his warm home to come back to.

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🔞NSFW BELOW🔞

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Though he does love making you tremble as his cold hands slide down your sides, holding your heated skin.

Or enjoying having you in his lap, your back against his chest and your legs spread, just for him to slowly bring a hand down and make you jolt, gasping from the cold touch of his hand on your sex.


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