Can I Request Some Nsfw Headcanons Or Scenario Including The Kinks Bondage And Orgasm Denial For Alucard

Can I request some nsfw headcanons or scenario including the kinks bondage and orgasm denial for Alucard with a sub fem s!o? Thanks!

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Can you do Yandere Adrian Tepes with darling who lost their memory and he has them thinking that they were in a relationship and going to get married or something like that, when in reality he's the one that kidnapped them.

You had headaches pretty frequently.

“An unfortunate side effect of your illness,” Adrien had explained. 

You had quite a few side effects from your strange illness- headaches, muscle weakness, problems with your memory, and, most worrying, amnesia.

Luckily, Adrien had nursed you back to health. He helped you get around, and he was so, so patient with your recovery, explaining things over and over, trying to jog your memory, mixing your medication for you.

When you struggled to remember his name, or where you were, he would smile and try to walk you through it to come to the answer on your own.

“I love you,” he’d promise, when you’d apologize for the invoncenience, he had such a wonderful voice. “What sort of husband would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”

The funny thing was…

Those words made you nervous.

A lot of things made you nervous when you thought about them.

The locks outside your chamber door.

The strange medicines that he made, although you couldn’t be sure of that.

The scars on you, that you had no answer for, but an instinctive revulsion toward.

A lot of things made you nervous when you thought about them.

So you tried not to.

He who was found in chains set free. | VIII.

Hello to everyone reading! I hope you're still enjoying this fic, it's been a lot of fun to write so far! Just wanted to give full disclosure, there is sexual assault attempted in his chapter, so just me mindful while reading. Should be smoother sailing after this, and much more canon compliant! The latin in this roughly translates to "come forth earth mother, lend me your strength."

Can be found on AO3, here!

The town makes quick way of packing itself up and leaving the same night as the night creature attack. Saint Germain, Greta, and Alucard himself at the head of the group. Greta, somber as can be, gives the village one last look before moving onwards, towards sanctuary. They make their way through an eerie patch of woods, before Greta speaks up. 

“Surely it would have been safer to do this during daylight.”

“We would have been expected to do this during daylight.” A retort from Alucard. “We may call them night creatures, but they operate perfectly when in sunshine.”

And then Saint Germain, “but surely the vampires who command them are disadvantaged by daylight.”

Alucard sighs. “Their night creatures are clearly being instructed. The attacks are too targeted.”

“So we’re moving before they can be given fresh orders.”

They continue on throughout the night, hoping that they can live through the night before the night creatures are given direct orders. Saint Germain, ever the optimist, has stated it’s “slim chances” to make it. No matter, the group moved forward.

Greta sighed. “All this and a magical tramp.”

Alucard raises a brow “magical?”

“I’ve lived out here my whole life. We live next to the spirits of wood and stream, the things that come with the storm and the smell of magic. You smell of it, he reeks of it.”

“Hm. What does it smell like to you?” 

“On you, it’s sweet like spices. On him, it’s rotten.”

“Yes, it’s r-rendered me quite deaf!” You were meant to hear that, Germain.

More bickering before Greta informs them she’ll be circling around, making sure there weren’t any stragglers. It didn’t last long before sounds were made in the distance, “keep walking.” Instructed Alucard before taking off into the trees. He waited, and listened, and looked around until he found the night creature he was looking for. And he took off, swinging his sword at the beast and slashing at its throat, rendering its vocal cords useless. They continued their fighting in the skies, until more of them started pouring in. And the fight continued

-

“And then I put them outside on stakes like I was my father.” Alucard sheathes his sword.

“Okay...”

“I’m just saying, I’m not at my best.”

Greta hums. “I can see that. I mean, I had a boyfriend and a girlfriend at the same time once, but they never tried to kill me. Actually, no. I tell a lie. His wife went for me with a pitchfork.”

Alucard couldn’t help but laugh.

Greta continued. “I knew you’d be strange, but I didn’t think it would be something like this that brought you back to life.”

“It’s always something like this. It always looks like a war. But really, it’s a rescue. Alone. Then the fight. The rescue. Then alone.” And then he thought of you. How you always looked at him like he rescued you. But in reality, you had rescued him from a life of cruelty and loneliness. And then he left you alone. 

“It’s always something like this. I should probably grow all the way up and accept it now.”

“There are worse things. You could be outside someone else’s castle with a stake up your bum.”

-

After a few more arduous battles through the woods, and the rest of the hours of night, the group had made it to the outside of the castle. And he was so relieved. 

Saint Germain couldn’t help but revel in the glory of the sight. “Dracula’s castle...astonishing. It’s really quite--”

“Ugly as sin.” Joined Greta. 

“It’s not ugly.” “It’s ugly. And it’s sad. And it’s cold. Bad things happened here.” 

Alucard scowled. “That’s my childhood home you’re talking about.”

Greta looked away. “Well, that explains a lot. Sorry. Some places just have a chill on them. Maybe my people and I can warm it up.”

Alucard bowed slightly, raising an arm to the castle, “welcome to my home.” Greta smiled at him as she passed, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

-

You heard commotion in the foyer of the castle, heart almost bursting through your chest. You rush down towards the sound, but as you got closer you realized you didn’t recognize a single voice. It wasn’t Trevor, or Spyha, or Adrian. They were strangers, coming into Adrian’s home--your home--and your skin began to crawl.

Don’t panic, this is why you’ve been studying, you can do this. You thought to yourself as you closed your eyes, bringing your pointer and middle finger up to your lips. “Egredere, terra mater, commoda mihi vires tuas.” Your other hand, palm open, motioned upwards towards the ceiling. And then you pointed forward with your fingers. 

Vines started to creep through the cracks of the floors beneath the village people, and by the time anyone had noticed what was happening half of them were trapped within the clutches of the branches. Some of them yelled, arms being locked behind their backs, legs stopped in their tracks. 

“What the hell is this?” Greta exclaimed, looking at Alucard who was just as confused as to what was happening. He readied himself to jump into another battle with an unknown being until, 

“Please, I suggest you all leave. The owner of this house wouldn’t be happy if you came here to rob them.”

Your voice echoed through the halls, and Adrian’s never been more relieved.

You’re still here. 

He called out to you, and heard a smallest gasp coming from above the grand staircase. You stood there, almost stupefied that you were looking at him again. After nearly three months of solitude, Adrian was home again. The two of you simply looked at each other, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked radiant, no longer a shell of a person but fleshed out. Ethereal. Your skin looks like it’s glowing, healthy. Hair tidy, pulled back in a high ponytail with a ribbon. He could stare at you for hours, days, really--

“Ahem.” 

You startled, after the main in red cleared his throat, and you released the magic you had used, letting go of the people in the foyer. You still didn’t come down, still tense and waiting for someone to attack, which obviously never came. Adrian smiled, making quick way to you at the top of the steps, stopping right in front of you. He whispered your name. “You’re still here...” Almost like a dream, like he didn’t think you’d still wait here alone.

You wanted to reach out to him, and cry, and thank all the Gods in the sky for bringing him back home. But you wouldn’t, couldn’t do that in front of all these people that you didn’t know. Anxiety was already spiking underneath your flesh and bones, instead you looked down at your shoes to ground yourself. “I am, still here...and you’re home.” You choked out the last word, home. 

But nothing good can ever last, can it?

“And someone else who reeks of magic.” A woman, who sounded vicious. You looked up, and bile rose in your mouth. Oh god, it’s going to happen, someone’s going to figure you out and burn you at the stake. You’re going to be killed for being born a witch, you’re going to be slaughtered, you’re going to--

“Greta, this is my friend.” He spoke your name. Friend. You felt bitter, but didn’t know why. “And I’m pretty sure you have no standing to be upset with her magic when you reached out to a Dhampir?” He questioned, and the woman--Greta-- simply rolled her eyes. “So long as she doesn’t attack my people again, then we won’t have a problem.” You didn’t like the way she looked at you when she said it. It was self defense!

“It’s okay, I know it was.” You reeled back, had you said that out loud? Shameful. “I’m sorry, Adrian, I didn’t know--” A hand touched your cheek, and you bit your lip. But you didn’t move. Slowly, you looked back up to him, and saw him smiling. Smiling at you.

“I knew you’d become an impressive witch.” He whispered, thumb caressing the skin underneath your eye. 

-

In the heat of the moment you were so happy that Adrian was finally home. But as the hours progressed, and seeing all these people in your space, no longer making you feel comfortable in the castle, you wanted to run and hide. And you did, for most of the day. Any time you had bumped into someone new your anxiety heightened and you couldn’t breathe, making any excuse you could to leave.  It was starting to eat you alive. Like you couldn’t live here anymore. Like this was no longer a safe space for you. You locked yourself away in your bedroom, the room you hadn’t slept in for months, and paced, trying to calm yourself down. 

A knock on the door. A call of your name. “Are you there?” Adrian. 

You wanted to run and unlock the door, be able to talk to him. But you were starting to feel resentful. Why would he bring so many people here? Trevor and Sypha were enough. But this? It’s like he wanted you to leave. You said nothing, and just stared at the door hoping he’d go away. He spoke again. “I can hear you, you know. Please, unlock the door.” He practically begged. Your anxiety quelled just enough for you to move your feet, and unlock the door. You stepped away. He came in, and closed it behind him.”You did a beautiful job with farming while I was gone, did you grow new vegetables?” He turned around, smile dropping from his face. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

You scowled, almost angry. “There are too many people here, Adrian. I can’t breathe here. I don’t want to go out there.” This is why I never went out to the village in the first place. You were wringing your hands together, still fidgety.  He sighed.

“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I’m not the biggest fan. But I couldn’t leave them out there.”

“You left me.”  It felt like you had just slapped him. “You left me here, for months. Did you know that? I was alone. You couldn’t leave them, like you left me?” You had never sounded so angry with him. He tasted bile on his tongue. 

“It wasn’t my intention to leave for so long, I couldn’t--” He didn’t know what to say. His eyes searched for any sign of forgiveness. You had so much you wanted to yell at him, but instead you sighed, and excuse yourself from his presence.

“I’m going out to the garden, I’d like to be alone.” And you were gone.

And he was left alone.

-

You were so frustrated. You wanted to be so happy that Adrian was back home. But instead you were bombarded with so many strangers and an angry headwoman of the people, ready to instigate a fight you were sure to lose. Greta. You felt sick to your stomach thinking of the way he spoke her name, the way he looked at her. Maybe it would have been better if he didn’t come back. Maybe, just maybe you wouldn’t have to see him slowly fall in love in front of your very eyes. You couldn’t handle that.

And then you started to feel guilty. Because you hadn’t greeted him with open arms, in his own home. And that you spoke to him like that, as if he hadn’t taken you in like a stray a few months back. You felt guilty because he should be able to fall in love, after the life he lived he deserved happiness. You wanted him more than anything to be happy. 

I deserve happiness too! 

You pushed all those invasive thoughts to the back of your mind and continued through the homestead, that thankfully had no one in the area. You tended to the vegetables, and the herbs, getting lost in your own space. You sprinkled a bit of magic here and there, just the healthy kind that helped the plants grow strong. You smiled at the roots, getting ready to pick whatever was in season.

“So this is where you’ve been.” Your heart stopped. You knew that voice. 

“You ran away like a little bitch, and found a little fucking boyfriend is that it?” Tears pooled at your eyes. You couldn’t breathe, you didn’t dare turn around. You were starting to shake incessantly. And then your head was ripped back by the roots of your hair and you cried out.

“Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!”

There he was. The demon of the man that you still saw in your nightmares. The man that made your life a living hell. You could never escape him, no matter how hard you tried. He’d always be there. Hyperventilating, you grabbed at his hand entangled in your hair in hopes to loosen it. Instead you were thrown to the ground and instantly he was on you, hand covering your mouth. 

“Don’t forget that I still own you. Learning a little magic doesn’t make you any better, you disgusting whore” 

All the trauma you’d been trying to heal from came back to haunt you, trying your hardest to scream but you couldn’t.

Get off me! Please, please I was finally happy! Leave me alone!

Your vision blurred, and you attempted desperately to blink away the tears. You tried to push him off you, kick away, anything you could do to free yourself. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“You were never this lively back in Gresit.” He cooed. “I like it, makes it all the more fun to break you.” A hand was at his belt, undoing his pants and releasing himself from its confines, pushing your skirt up. You screamed behind his hand, flailing like a wild animal caught in a hunter’s trap. 

Please, not again, I’m begging. Someone help me, someone help--!

In an instant you were freed from below him, breath coming into your lungs freely. And you heard a crash against a tree. Your eyes scanned the area, panicked and saw him--Saw Adrian with his clawed hand wrapped around your master’s neck. Droplets of blood trickled down, and Adrian growled, eyes red with fury. 

“If you ever dare to look upon her again, I swear I will rip your fucking throat out.” He snarled, fangs gleaming in the sunlight. Your master cried out, trying to push himself away to no avail. “I should fucking kill you. I should fucking slaughter you for what you’ve done to her.” Adrian couldn’t contain his rage, knowing that this is the man that had done everything to you. Every vile and vicious deed that you had described, and the ones you couldn’t bear to speak. He had taken everything from you, and Adrian was ready to see his blood spilled.

But he wouldn’t be any better than his father.

“But I’m going to let you live. You’re going to leave my castle and my land. And if I ever see you here again--or even catch wind of you staying in the area, the water will run red with your blood. Do you understand me?” He growled, digging into your master’s neck a bit more. He only struggled to get away, crying. “I said do you fucking understand me?” 

“Y-Yes! I’ll leave! I’ll leave right away! Please don’t kill me!” He cried, and was thrown off to the side. The man in question coughed, trying to catch his bearings before running off into the woods. Alucard didn’t know where he was going and he didn’t care. He hoped the night creatures would do the job he didn’t.

And then he heard you cry. 

He was next to you in an instant, hands coming up open palmed, showing that he meant no harm. You threw yourself onto Adrian, face into his chest and cried, cried harder than you think you ever had before. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. There were no words he could say to make this better. He brought the devil himself directly to you. Your biggest fear....and he made it come true. He pressed a hand to the back of your head, lightly scratching at your hair. The other wrapped around your waist. He rocked you back and forth, whispering I’m sorry, you won’t ever see him again, I’ll protect you. Your hands clawed at his back, trying to get infinitely closer while you sobbed. No one else mattered but you. Not him, not the townspeople. No one. And Adrian would keep you safe with his life.

He who was found in chains, set free. | VII.

A/N: Another chapter ahead of us, and it's starting to get more to the plot of S4! Things will still continue to change, of course. And now I'm going to have to watch each episode as I write this to make sure it stays true RIP to me. Not as long as I would like it to be but more drama to come in the coming chapters

Hope y'all like it mwuah.

Can be found on AO3 here!

It’s been a month. The most excruciating month you’ve lived to date. Not the month that you were assaulted nearly every day in the damned house back in Gresit. Not the first month in particular that you were out alone in the woods fighting for your life against being found by the night creatures. Not even the month that you actually got caught by the night creatures. 

Nothing could prepare you for the absolute loneliness and misery you felt after being with Adrian for the last month. For the first week you cried every night, going as far as sneaking into his room (which took a while to figure out which one was his) and started sleeping on his bed, on his sheets. Now, you still sleep there, but you’ve learned to manage a bit better without him. It’s still hard, however it might have helped you prepare more for the outside world. Since he’s been gone you’ve had to  fend for yourself, and not in the normal way you normally would. You’ve had to go to the village alone to for fresh herbs and vegetables. On more than one occasion you’ve had to leave in the middle of shopping because your chest grew tight and you began to panic. You tried to console yourself in the same way Adrian would. Tell yourself it was okay, no one would touch you. Just like he did the time he came into your room. Like he did when he cradled your face in his hands. Like he did when your foreheads touched and he filled all of your senses. 

And now you were alone.

You continued to push the thoughts behind you, and went out to try and catch fish for dinner, which was fairly easy for you to do. You got very good and being on your own in the woods. You’ve grown so accustomed for cooking for two that sometimes you make too much, and you sigh frustrated with yourself. I’m wasting food you chastised yourself. But it was hard to break the habit, always wishing he would come back home. It never dawned on you what to call the feelings you’ve been having. You assumed it’s because he was protecting you from the outside world. And that he would always teach you how to read or teach you magic. Hell, you assumed you felt miserable because now you have to go out on your own to the market.

You wouldn’t think overwise. Even if you knew better.

Frustrated, you went back to the library like you have every night since he left to study more magic. 

-

Another month, and Alucard still wasn’t back. There’s no sign of his return, and you couldn’t help but feel nauseous. Maybe something happened to him, maybe he was terribly injured and he couldn’t make it back. Maybe he’s gone forever. 

Or, maybe he’s fallen in love, and ran away with his soulmate. 

That thought hurt you most of all.

You’d gotten quite good at magic now, within the two solid months of studying, along with the first month spent with Alucard. You started growing more out in the homestead, practically refusing to continue to go to the market. The herbology you’ve learned, infused with magic, has come in handy. You’ve been able to recreate certain plants for your benefit, being more self-sufficient than before. You’re also learned how to almost entirely heal the lacerations on your body. Some remained, deemed too deep for your restorative magic to do the trick without you passing out. And you’ve tried, wanting to get rid of any and all markings of the wretched man in Gresit. You’ve also grown some flowers just for the decoration of it all. 

Along with your loneliness came productivity. You started tidying up the castle as best you could. The large holes weren’t something you could ever dream of patching up on your own, but for the most part you did take care of any debris, dusting that needed to be done around the rooms, and organizing the cellar as best you could. There were many broken bottles strewn about, but you wanted more than anything for Alucard to return to a clean home. Your heart still aches every time you think of him, but it was more bearable. 

One day you’ve decided to traverse to the Belmont Hold, looking on all the knowledge of killing monsters and whatever else bumps in the night. It was centuries of books, tips and tricks, even more magic of different variety. You’re not sure why it took you so long to explore down there, almost as if it was an invasion of privacy. It was Trevor’s things, you mused, why would you feel comfortable going down there? But as time went on, you wanted to learn more, so you continued to go down and read up on monster killing knowledge. Some things were easy to read, others difficult, some downright impossible for you. You had even found some books in different languages, and other books to help translate those books. Overall you became a sponge, passing the time with your studies and notetaking (you had run out of paper in the first four journals Alucard had gotten you, only one left). You felt more comfortable than ever knowing you can defend yourself a bit better, if you ever had to. 

You hoped you never had to. 

But in any case, you could. 

-

“Hello? Earth to Alucard?” 

Alucard blinked, looking over to Trevor as if he hadn’t just been daydreaming about lord knows what? “What is it, Belmont?” He already sounded disgruntled. Pay more attention.

“You haven’t heard a single damn word I’ve said, have you?” He deadpanned. 

“No, I usually don’t, since you never have anything good to say anyways.”

The two men stare at each other for a moment, before breaking out in small chuckles. Sypha sighed, shaking her head with a smile.

“I think that wraps up as much as we needed...we can continue on our own after tonight. You can get back to your friend in the morning.” Sypha mused, sneaking a glance over to Alucard to see if she’s gotten a rise out of him. 

His brow twitched, and a slight curve of the lips to a frown. But otherwise, he stayed stoic as always. 

But of course Trevor wouldn’t let it go. 

“Seriously who is she? And why does she call you Adrian?” 

“Outside of the obvious reason that it is my name?” Alucard rebutted. “She...she was escaping from the night creatures one night. Came across the castle, passed out on my doorstep. She’s been there since.”

“And you didn’t kick her out?” An elbow from Sypha to Trevor’s ribs and an oof following.

“No...I didn’t.” He didn’t continue.

The last two months have been just as excruciating for him as it’s been for you. He wanted nothing more than to return home to you, whatever that meant he wasn’t ready to digest yet. He wondered if you’ve been doing alright. He wondered if you’ve gone out to the market or if you completely gave up and started starving yourself, or going back to eating the same way you did before you showed up at his door. He frowned to himself at the thought.

He wondered if you were still there at all. Wondered if you stopped waiting for him. 

He thought of you throughout his sleepless nights. Thought of you as he fought night creatures. He thought of you...just because. He didn’t want to talk about you with the others, didn’t feel comfortable doing so. He didn’t know how he felt, or what he was feeling -- and Trevor would be more insufferable than normal if he ever caught wind of anything. He just knew that after tonight he’d be able to go back home to you.

Or, just to be back home. Because it was his castle.

--

The morning came, and he bid his friends farewell, wishing them all the best on their travels (Sypha) along with a middle finger (Trevor) before he set off on his own. It was a long travel, perhaps a few days on foot. Easier if he could get his hands on a horse. But until then he’d simply go along, stopping at any towns for shelter if needed. But by the time the third night came, and he was so close to being back, he found a horse trotting along in the same direction of the castle with a dead rider. He took the horse by the reigns, and saw a letter in the hands of the rider. It was directed at him. Well, The Alucard. Hate that. Alucard read it over, and gripped tightly.

He was needed at Danesti. 

He wanted to be selfish, he really did. He wanted to wish them good luck on their own and simply go back home and see how you’ve been all this time. But he just...couldn’t. It went against all the good in him, and as agonizing as it was for him, he took himself back into the direction of Danesti.

I’ll be back home soon, I promise.

-

He had made it to Danesti in the knick of time, saving the villagers from a terrible fate with the night creatures that had made their way to the village. Alucard had rode into battle until he lunged off the back of the horse, practically flying through the air with shield in hand and magical sword by his side, landing on the back of the monster and ripping back its head until there was a crunch of bone snapping, breaking its neck while his sword plunged into the back of another. He unsheathed his sword from the now very dead monster and continued to steadily fight the third, fourth, and fight night creatures. With the first one in his sights down, he glanced over to the other two that had started making their way to the villagers armed with pitchforks. One had turned its back on them, attacking Alucard with all its might. It turned out to be a strong opponent, almost boxing Alucard with its sharpened claws. He maneuvered around it fairly easily, although it was avoiding each sword thrust Alucard had attempted. Finally, he was able to get a clear shot and sliced half its head off, brain exposed and plopping on the ground.

Now just one left.

Alucard plunged his sword into the heart of the creature he had just defeated and stepped up on it, using all his might to smash the head of the last night creature with his shield ending the fight. He walked over to the townspeople.

“You sent me a letter?”

A woman smiled at him. “Yes, welcome to Danesti.”

“I presume it’s seen better days.”

“Quieter ones. I’m Greta, the village headwoman.”

“Call me Alucard. No ‘the’.”

He continued on to inform Greta that ‘Marius’, the rider, in fact did not survive the trip. “He was attacked en route and bled out from his wounds. His horse carried him the rest of the way with your message in his hand.”

They continued on with the conversation on what’s been happening to the village, how they’ve barely been surviving, how Alucard happened to be the only advantage Greta could think of. Even though he ‘reeks of wine’. After her what he would deem dramatic speech, Alucard spoke.

“All done?”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

Greta smirked. “Then I'm all done. Thank you. And that was one hell of an entrance.”

-

Conversations continued, along with quite the annoying man known by the name Saint Germaine. It was a back and forth of what would happen with the village, as more survivors from different towns along the way poured in. And then Saint Germaine opened is fucking mouth again.

“Perhaps, just until we all find out what’s going on, perhaps the remaining persons in your charge might be moved to a more secure location, like, uhm... your castle.”

Alucard gasped, and then turned to him with practically a growl. And then he stopped to think about it again. And groaned. 

“And God shits in my dinner once again. Oh, no, I really am turning into Belmont. Is life even worth living now?” Dramatic.

And then he thought of you. How would you take to having entirely too many strangers in your presence once again? He couldn’t imagine you’d be very happy with him. But...he couldn’t leave them all defenseless like this. 

Oh Goddamn it.

kinktober 39 and alucard bcs he defo would

A/N: omg he absolutely would body worship his beloved are you kidding me. Thank you for the req and I hope you like it mwuah

CW: smut, oral (f! recieving), pet names (sweetheart, darling, love, etc)

Alucard x body worship!

“Absolutely stunning...” He whispers, trailing kisses down your body. “You’re radiant, my love..you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” You’d been feeling quite self-conscious about your body recently, hiding behind larger pieces of clothing than normal so that you didn’t have a shape. You would inch away from Adrian, always making excuses as to why you didn’t want to be intimate with him. When he found out why you’d been feeling more distant from him, he wouldn’t have any of it.

He gave extra attention to your hips, your stomach, your thighs, anything that you’d been trying to hide from him. “Look how gorgeous you are” he cooed, grazing his teeth on your thighs. He bit and suckled hickies across your thighs, kissing each small bruise he left behind as an apology, (he wasn’t sorry). Slowly, Alucard parted your thighs while looking deep into your eyes. “Don’t hide from me, darling, please....you’re so perfect.” He begged, dipping lower and licking a stripe across your slit. Your breath hitched, hands clawing at the bedding underneath you. “Alucard..” You whined, attempting to close your legs but he pried them open and kept them there. “Sweetheart, no no no keep those beautiful legs open for me.” 

Alucard took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent with a gutteral moan. He could get pussy drunk off your scent alone. “You smell fucking divine.” He groaned, before dipping his tongue deep inside your weeping cunt. You cried out a gasp, arching your hips towards him. Alucard pressed kisses on your pussy, licking and slurping your wetness. He was messy, practically making out with your cunt as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “I could be in between your legs for hours.” He mumbled against you, nearly clawed hands gripping at your thighs that kept trying to crush his head between them (he really wouldn’t have minded that anyways). “Alucard, p-please..I’m so close..!” You whined, humping his face as he continued to suckle your clit. He pulled away for a minute, continuing to stimulate you with a thumb pressed against your clit. “Tell me what I want to hear, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing your thighs as he waited. 

You were embarrassed to say the least, covering your face with your arm while you continued to lift your hips in hopes for more. “Alucard, please.” You whimpered. Alucard stilled while he waited. “Look at me, tell me what I want to hear baby.” 

You glanced at him, “I’m..I’m beautiful. I deserve love.” You teared up speaking, and whimpered when Alucard sped up on rubbing your clit. “Exactly darling, you’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, “ He slipped two fingers into your weeping cunt curling upwards and hitting you just right. “You’re so perfect, I can’t get enough of you.” You tried to hold back a cry, tears slipping down your face. “Go ahead, love, cum for me, show me how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.” He latched his mouth on you one last time and it sent you tumbling over the edge in ecstasy. 

Alucard worked you through your orgasm until you pushed him away with overstimulation. Slowly, he crawled up your body with more kisses before he planted a loving and passionate kiss on your lips. 

“If you ever forget how beautiful you are, I’ll always be there to remind you.”

Can i ask how would alucard react to his so giveing birth to a little girl vamp would he be a yandere dad and husband btw i feel like he would turn his so into a vampire after the birth so she can never leave him or her babie

Tw: mentions of childbirth

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