Hello, Can You Do Something With Number 18, With The Cute But Sexy Adrian Tepes, Please? If You're Busy

Hello, can you do something with number 18, with the cute but sexy Adrian tepes, please? If you're busy and can't, I'll understand. I love all your work!

A/N: Ahh thank you so much!! I appreciate the support fr ;A; I tried my best with this one, didn't realize how difficult it would be to write Adrian in this light lmfao. I hope this is okay for you! CW: nsfw, smut, noncon, pet names, drugging implications

Noncon x Alucard

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. You were supposed to have a pleasant dinner with a neighbor, exchange smiles and pleasantries, and go home. You weren’t supposed to be gagged in his bed, legs spread open with rope as he continued to pound into you. 

Your neighbor had always been a perfect gentleman. He would help you bring your groceries inside, assist you with anything around the house that you weren’t to fix yourself, and always hold the door open whenever you two went out for drinks (as friends, of course). You couldn’t have asked for someone better to live next to. He was nice, with a charming smile. So you didn’t even think twice when he asked you to come over for a home cooked meal.  “You’re just always so busy.” He’d say. “And I’d love to cook you a proper meal, if you have the time.” You had gone over, dressing for the occasion and brought a bottle of wine. And he sent you the dazzling smile. This was the first time you’d ever been in his home and you wanted to make a good impression.

Mistake. 

Alucard had made you feel so comfortable, asking you questions about your friends and work over dinner, and feeding you wine glass after wine glass. You thought nothing of it, as he was having just as many. But you started feeling a bit dizzy, couldn’t really keep a grip on your silverware anymore. He leaned his hand on his face and sent you a small smirk before you nearly collapsed on the floor. “Let’s go lay down, sweetheart.” Is the only thing you heard before everything went black.

Your eyes opened, trying to focus on anything in the room. But when you fully came to, you felt a fullness in you that you hadn’t before. And Alucard was above you, rocking his hips against yours at a steady pace. You groaned, moreso because of the pounding headache you felt and not out of pleasure, but he didn’t take it that way.  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Alucard moaned above you, a hand caressing your cheek before wrapping his long fingers around your neck loosely. “You always look so fucking good, ah--fuck--I can’t think straight.” You fought against the restraints, trying to yell but being forced to stay silent behind the gag. Your eyes widened, tears flowing freely. You shook your head, almost as if you were begging him to stop. “This isn’t how I wanted you in my bed, sweetheart. I wanted you to be pliant, I wanted you to want this. But you never got my fucking hints.” He thrusted into you harsher, balls slapping against your skin. His cock bullied into your tight hole, ignoring all your muffled pleas to stop. “But it’s okay darling, you’re going to love me as much as I love you, I promise.”

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.

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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what if alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated? like she wakes up in the middle of the night almost crying and then occurs to her “oh, I was dreaming” but she’s still a little bit mad and get away from his embrace which wakes him up and he’s like “babe what’s wrong?” “you cheated” and he’s like “what? I didn’t!”. a little bit fluffy in the end with him assuring her that this will never happen because he loves her too much 🥹

+more requests that are along the same vein. Here’s to some of you seeking a comfort drabble with our beloved meow meow. 🤍🦇

Immutable Truth

Alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated on her. [She/her]

It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you.

Alucard wakes to the sound of his wife sniffling next to him.

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately attempts to take her in his arms, but she wouldn't budge. “What’s wrong? Another nightmare?”

He expects some half-slurred sad story—the usual culprit that breaks her sleep—but meets instead a stone cold glare.

Her eyes are burning. "I dreamt that you cheated on me!"

His wife's remark almost had him laughing, if not for the distress on her face.

“What? Love, I never would,” he states calmly. “Hush now. It’s a bad dream and nothing more, I assure you.”

"Adrian, I-I..."

And there it is, the sight he dreads the most. Quivering lips, reddened eyes, tears that wouldn't seem to stop. Her sobbing pierces straight through his heart and fills him with the overwhelming need for anything to have it stop, anything to make her feel better.

"Hush now, darling. It was nothing but a bad dream. Come here," he says, arms open to receive her. She glares at him yet again.

“Should I be offended, my love? I would never look another way; surely you know this to be true.” But his words don’t get him anywhere. She wouldn't accept his embrace.

Sigh. "Alright, I won't touch you. But would you tell me, please, darling? So that I may soothe your worries." I hate to see you cry.

"I dreamt that y-you chose someone else over m-me; t-that you l-left me—hic—just like that..."

Oh.

He listens patiently, giving his wife time to let it all out and calm herself.

“You are constantly at the receiving end of confessions after confessions. Letters, presents, barely veiled affection right in front of my eyes, even though we're married!"

It is true, Alucard has to admit. Ever since the establishment of Belmont Village, he had been somewhat popular. There are some that have been, for lack of a better word, persistent despite his martial status.

He nearly cringed. He had an inkling that those incidents bothered her but chose to downplay them in lieu of causing a rift. The idea of ever leaving her had always been ludicrous at best, but he realises now that he should have been doing a much better job of reassuring her. He should have been firmer in rejecting others' advances.

Alucard takes her hands in his, and this time she lets him. “I understand," he says. "I have gotten used to the attention as of late that I…" He shakes his head. "No, there is no excuse. I apologise. I would do better.”

He caresses her cheeks, tenderly wiping away new tears that are threatening to form before they could have the chance to break his heart in pieces. “I want you to know that their words hold very little weight to me.”

It’s only you whose love and affection cause a stomping in my heart, a magnitude of which I have never felt before, he wants to express but couldn’t find the right words to. It's only you whose very voice is enough to lift my spirit. How could I ever hope to replace this feeling? To love another? To abandon you would be akin to losing everything. Everything.

"I have everything I could ever want. I have you."

It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you. I love you and I am yours.

“There’s only you, darling. I love only you.“

Alucard goes on to reason with her. “Have I ever given you cause to worry? When was the last time?”

When was the last time? He looks at her as if to challenge her. The very notion of him looking another way was almost laughable if his beloved wife wasn’t in agony over it.

“Don’t you make light of my commitment to you,” he tells his wife solemnly. How long has he to live? A thousand years, if not more, yet all of it he wishes to spend with her. It’s almost frightening, truly, the depth of his affection and adoration for this woman. His want—his need—for her runs so deeply it’s enough for him to believe it can transcend lifetimes.

The thought of being somewhere, anywhere, without her is frightening in and of itself. How was he to even ponder it?

“There is not a life in which I would ever abandon you,” he says plain and simple. The surest thing in the world.

“There is only you, my darling wife,” he says pointedly. “In any life, in any place, I would choose you.” In a heartbeat. Always. It’s only fitting, he thinks. For there was nothing before she came into his life.

“I’m sorry…” his wife mumbles, avoiding his eyes, looking adorably like a petulant child ashamed of her blunder. It makes him smile. Silly girl.

“It’s alright, please; you had a valid concern. And I don’t wish for you to misunderstand. I am not angry.” He opens his arms to receive her, to shield her. “Come here to me.”

This time, she tilts her face toward his like a sunflower to the sun, a pleased smile now etching itself onto her mouth. Alucard places a kiss upon it and captures her in his arms.

Alucard get really jelly and possesive with his darling cause trevor or sypha was hitting on her

Adrien never would have expected it of Sypha. He’d been so concerned about that lush, Belmont, she’d slipped under his nose. She’d gotten close to you.

But seeing the two of you, nestled together in the library, researching… well, you were researching, but that snake…

He saw the way she looked at you, the way she touched your arm.

As if she had any right to touch you.

And you didn’t push her away.

The longer he watched, the more he saw, the angrier he became.

It was cold, his rage, because it couldn’t consume him. He couldn’t let it.

He’d remind you who you belonged to. For now, he let Sypha dig her grave.

Hello! I think your Carmilla writing was really nice and was wondering if you could do a request for Alucard, where the reader was also there to help beat his father but stayed behind with him for support etc., a soft romantic relationship would be lovely.

Thank you and don't feel pressured to write this.

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 , alucard

› ..tender moments with your beloved. — sorry this took so long! but here it is. written with fem reader in mind, but written as gn. lmk if i missed anything/used gendered terms for reader!

“It’s late.”

“Vampires don’t need to sleep.” His voice was quiet. Soft. The fire roared beside him, but your night clothes were thin, and even with the flames you shivered.

“You are not a full vampire,” you stated. “You can enjoy the simple luxuries that sleep offers. Come to bed.”

Your final words came close to a plea, a beg, to which he sighed at. He could not refuse such a simple offer, especially not from you as you stood in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him carefully. He would not hurt you, you knew this, but you watched him. You watched his slight movements and twitches, watched his chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. God, he was perfect. Even in the tranquil time of twelve o’clock with dishevelled hair and tired eyes, he was perfect.

He was silent for a while, wood crackling to fill the void.

“Okay,” he said, and he stood. The book in his pale hands shut, and his gaze lingered on the fireplace before he turned to you. His frame was illuminated in an orange light, twinkled with gold that pronounced his blond hair, and his features.

A smile played at your lips, corners twitching up as you moved towards him, taking his pale hands in yours. They were cold, or colder than most. But they were still steady, and you held them with a familiar touch. Your thumbs swiped across the back of his hands, caressing the pale skin as your eyes darted up to his. “Good.” You said, smiling. “Come, the bed had gotten cold. I will need someone to warm me,” you joked, and he let out a breath. A soft smile, different to your coy grin made its way to his face before he shook his head at you.

“Ah, I see.” Adrian mused. “You only wish for me to be a bedwarmer. How hurt am I.” You chuckled at his words, laugh quiet. Your shoulders shook slightly, and your grin grew.

“Precisely. Now come, my love. Join me.” And he did, leaving the hearth of the fire and into a cold, cold bed waiting minute by minute to be warmed by two lovesick idiots.