Alucard/Adrian Seems Like He'd Be Sweet But So Unintentionally Creepy. He'll Be Watching His Darling

Alucard/Adrian seems like he'd be sweet but so unintentionally creepy. He'll be watching his Darling eat during that first morning in his home and just stare absentmindedly. He's still not used to having someone to spend time with and be around every day.

He also hates the thought of Darling fearing him. Plenty of people do, but he would NEVER hurt Darling! Even if they anger him, or say they hate him, or even fight him, he won't harm them directly unless it's to pacify them. He'll hurt anyone who tries to snatch them away or help them escape, but never them. He's likely to kill whoever tried to take them, drag Darling back, and throw them into their room or a dark underground part of the castle as punishment. If they're so desperate to be alone and without him, then he'll let them enjoy some solitary confinement.

And it still pains him to do it. No matter how angry or betrayed he feels, he loves them and just wants them to stay. Is that really so much? Yes, he's a monster, but is he really so unlovable and horrific that even after seeing his true self and how much he cares for them, they'll still hurt him like this?

He wouldn't have them share his bed at first, just because he worries about his nightmares and accidentally hurting them in his sleep. He also likely wouldn't initiate anything too sexual if they say "no" because he knows how it feels to be violated like that; if he goes under their clothes and they say to stop, he'll acquiesce while still kissing and caressing them OVER their clothes.

Eventually he'd say that he'd like to share his bed with them when he's ready, and from that point on they're sleeping with him every day. Their sleep schedule is a bit off since he naturally prefers nighttime and doesn't really need to sleep anyway, but he doesn't mind at all. He'll peek in as he patrols the grounds in the dead of night and smile at seeing them asleep in his bed. Watching them sleep while he enjoys a book is one of his favorite little pleasures in life. Also, Darling will definitely wake up more than once to him just staring at them with a small smile lol.

Without You

Friends…I am a Mrs. now! The wedding stuff turned my head to goo...feeling very romantic (but also horny). Sorry for the sappiness in this story, which I baked on/off over the past month. This Alucard is pretty soft with his Reader until he wants to troll.

With how important a concept virginity is in the world of Hellsing, I was surprised by the lack of virginity loss fics, especially with a partner Alucard actually cares for. So I wrote one. Your decision was made. You will not forsake your humanity in exchange for an eternity with your vampire King. On the night he was to take your virginity, there will be no going back.

“Eternity is a long time, little one.” Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x Fem!Reader, Vladcard x Reader, Riocard x Reader. Romance, angst/comfort, emotional sex, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex, sex marathon, slight bondage & BDSM, partial mind control, anal, snowballing (?), tiny bit of predator/prey (Alu can’t help that side of himself), AFTERCARE, Alucard uses his abilities... Words: 10441

Tumblr won't let me post the full fic even though I've seen longer fics here before. So here's the link.

An excerpt is below the cut.

Dracula was crying. It felt as though he murdered you metaphorically even if you were still living, which was foolish because the sex only solidified the fact you will never turn into a ghastly vampiric monster like him. Yet the act also represented the end of something. The dream that you might always be together. Bloody tears stained his face and the silky sheets. He held you close, squeezing you into the soft mattress as he wept silently, unwilling to let you physically part from him.

You understood. Your arms found their way around his broad back and caressed soothingly in an oval track. Salty tears fell down your cheeks as you mourned with him –you mourned the fact you won’t always be there for him.

Sir Integra gave her blessing to your relationship with her servant years ago, instructing you to take care of him because he was little more than a sobbing child. Her words were nonsensical at the time. This creature of mass destruction, a sobbing child? She had been right all along.

You kept rubbing his back while you peppered his head with light kisses. You were lost in the intimacy of the moment, but when you came to, the vampire in your arms was Alucard again, peering at you lazily like he wasn’t vulnerable just now. This was the form in which you met. You loved him as the King, but also like this. You loved him in all his forms. You pet his sinfully alluring face as he purred and leaned into your touch. He loved to be touched. 

He was so beautiful it just wasn't fair. His stunning appearance and cryptic mannerisms used to fluster the heck out of you. Fortunately, after many years together, you managed to better compose yourself in his presence. Until the next time he discovered another way to pester you, as Alucard does.

The Cheshire grin told you he heard your thoughts. “I’m not reading your mind, sweet, you are telling me.” He looked too pleased with himself. You exhaled. Nothing was fair to begin with when it came to this immortal being. “Come love, join me in the bath,” you told him, making to get up from the tear-stained bedsheets when you were swept off your feet and into lean arms several feet off the ground. “Alu, I can still walk!” You laughed at his overprotectiveness.

A sound at the back of his throat reverberated as he silently drew the bath and poured in scents and products, never letting you out of his grasp while he waited for the tub to fill with steamy water. “We will rectify that by the time I am through with you.” He finally replied, lowering both of you into the water, a devious grin painting his lips.

The bubbly water level reached your shoulders. You wriggled against a toned, lanky body to get comfortable, ignoring the boner poking your rear as you enjoyed the bath with Alucard. His head was thrown back against the tiles as he felt you shift around, your vampire the image of relaxation and contentment, his long limbs hanging awkwardly outside the tub. You sighed and leaned against him, the soothing water jets the only sound in the room.

He washed you, sweat and fluids sliding off your body with each swipe of his hands. "My Queen. My love...I will protect you. Always." His voice was low, eyes lidded and rippling with intent as he scented your rising arousal.

He buried his long nose in the crook of your throat and crooned, the elixir of your blood that raced under the skin ravishing his senses. He had been obsessed with your neck since the night you met. How he loved to lick, nuzzle, and sniff your throat. Running dexterous fingers down your waist, he found slick vertical lips once more.

The vampire made his infamous landshark smile from behind you, two rows of pointy teeth glinting in the soft light of the bathroom. He lapped at the side of your jugular, a low moan sounding deep from his chest as he teased, “So tempting, love.”

You snickered, head tilting over as if to invite him in, daring him to bite as you held his head and pushed his mouth against your throat. His teeth ached with the compulsion to drink, your intoxicatingly heady aromas tickling his bestial nature…

His fangs descended, his cock twitched. Alucard growled, huffing and finally ripping away from the urge to sink fangs into your vein. “A dangerous game you play, little one.”

Adrian not knowing or caring if he could even have a true wedding since...well, holy matrimony is something he doubts a dhampir can take part in. It's not like he cares for the approval of God or needs it as proof of his love for his Darling anyway.

Still...he wants to have a small ceremony. He wants to give his Darling a symbol of that love to keep and wear on them forever. He wants to see them dressed in finery that HE'S provided for them, a prelude of the life they can share together. He wants to have them as his wife, his beloved. As His.

There's no need to have her wear white, as that's just another church custom. Whatever she winds up wearing, he'll give her his cloak to drape over herself as well.

Imagine if the "object" he has to symbolize his love is like...not just a ring, but a little doll version of them lol. Maybe its the one he made when he was being driven mad from loneliness, but still hadn't taken the final step to kidnap them take them into his home.

Can I possibly have a headcanon of Vladcard x wife sfw and nsfw?

SFW:

You are Vladdy’s queen

You are his world, his everything, and he treats you accordingly

He does his best to ensure that the two of you are never apart

When you are inevitably separated either by work or other duties, he is clearly miserable

He’s much more irritable when he hasn’t had your TLC

When you reunite, the man acts so pitiful, you’d think the two of you had been separated for years

His love language is definitely touch

When the two of you are relaxing together, he insists that a part of you be touching, even if it’s just a finger

With his free hand, he often wraps a finger around one of yours, the small bit of contact providing him comfort

He’s extremely cold, so you often serve as his personal heater

Even if you’re cold natured, you’re warmer than the undead, and he loves it

At night, he snuggles up to you as close as he can possibly get

This is non negotiable, he’ll even wait till you’re asleep if that’s the only way

It’s obnoxious sometimes, but when you see how peaceful he looks asleep with his face pressed against you, you can’t bring yourself to protest

He has lots of photos of you

There is at least one on him at all times

He isn’t ashamed of it either, he does not care if someone sees him gazing at a photo of you

NSFW:

Your night with Vladdy can go one of several ways depending on how he’s feeling

When he’s got a lot of anger and frustration he needs to get out, he pounds into you like he’s drilling for oil

Other nights, he’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen

There’s passion behind every single thing he does in the bedroom, even when he seems consumed with lust

He swears your bodies were made for each other

You are his queen and his face is your throne

This man loves to eat you out

It makes him so proud to see how just his tongue, an organ he never thought much of, can have you convulsing with pleasure

Of course, he’ll get his in return

He’s big and he knows it, so he tries his best to be patient

When you blow him, he watches with pride as you slowly work yourself up to taking more

Every gag makes his ego soar

During sex, he’s patient at first, making sure you’ve adjusted

“Are you ready my love?” He whispers in your ear, waiting for your confirmation before driving himself back into you

He always cums either inside of you or on your face

The feeling of pumping you full is addictive, his greatest claim to your body

Aftercare is wonderful

Those thick, worn hands feel incredible against your sore muscles

And the sweet kisses he gives you before bed are heavenly

Hello!

You could do a body worship for Alucard Castlevania, we know that he has that scar on his chest, plus the ones that could have been left from so many battles and maybe that makes him think that his wife feels repulsed by him, but quite the opposite! Please and thank you for giving us your writing!

A/N: It was a little difficult seeing where this was gonna go in the beginning-I decided to make this more loving than a kinktober type deal, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!! MWUAH

Body Worship x Alucard

You can feel Alucard distancing himself. It’s subtle. Unnoticeable really, to anyone who didn’t know him. But you did. And you can feel how he’s been detaching himself from society; from you. When you first noticed it, you thought the worst immediately: he didn’t love you anymore. He didn’t want to be with you, there was something wrong, he was trying to figure out a way to ask for a separation. But you calmed yourself enough to really look closer at how he was acting--and while the little voice in the back of your mind still taunted you and tried to trick you into thinking you’re the problem, you knew that wasn’t the case. But now that brings a different set of problems: Why wasn’t he saying anything about what was troubling him? You didn’t want to push it, especially since it was barely noticeable that there were any issues at all. You tried to coax it out of him, dropping things like ‘you know I’m always here if you need support right?’ or  ‘I love you Adrian, I’m here for whatever you need’. He just smiled and nodded as normal, though it didn’t reach his eyes the way it normally does.  You think you’d bring it up soon.

Alucard came home as normal in the evening time after helping the village’s men dispose of the remainder of the night creature bodies--it was a random attack, of some desperate stragglers trying to feed--hunched over and tired. You were by his side at the door, kissing his cheek and whispering ‘welcome home’ as normal, taking hold of his hand with a squeeze. There was that sad smile again. “Adrian, honey--what’s going on?” You asked, scared to raise your voice higher than a whisper. “You haven’t been acting like yourself recently.” You could see the gears turning in his mind, either steadying himself to tell you the truth, or make up some excuse--you weren’t sure which one. “I’m...simply tired, my love. I’m sorry for worrying you.” You sighed, knowing he decided for the latter. “Let me help you relax then, I’ll bathe you--”

“It’s alright.” Alucard mentally cursed himself at how quickly he rejected your offer, seeing you wince. He tried again. “It’s...it’s okay, darling. I’ll be quick. I’ll meet you in bed, yes?” He went to the room after that. 

That nasty parasite of self doubt and loathing ate itself deep into your body, nesting in your heart as you tried to keep your composure while Alucard finished his bath. You tried to keep it at bay, especially after the last few weeks, but it was becoming so overbearing you weren’t sure if you could actually convince yourself anymore that he wasn’t avoiding you anymore. You laid in your shared room, almost having half a mind of sleeping in one of the guest rooms to give him space, but you don’t think your heart could take it if he decided not to come and find you. You busied yourself with a book, hoping it gets you tired quickly so you can at least rest for the evening. You heard the door click open, and trained your eyes on the pages in front of you, blinking away anxious tears that settled in your eyes.  Silently the dhampir climbed into bed and kissed your temple, your body tensing up when he got close. You were hoping the dull lighting would help you, but you knew better than to think his senses weren’t heightened enough to notice something off. 

“Darling, you’re crying.” Fuck. “What’s wrong?” You heard the genuine concern in his tone, and you weren’t sure how to continue from there. “Just been a day, I’ll be alright.” You tried to be as strong as he’s been, brushing it off, but he was persistent. “No, we need to talk about it. What’s going on sweetheart?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

He paused, in surprise. 

“Something’s been off for weeks Adrian, don’t think I can’t tell. I’ve tried to give you time to talk to me about it, I’ve tried asking, but you keep shoving me off.” Your voice was breaking, tears now flowing freely. “You’re not talking to me, it’s making me nervous. We haven’t even been...intimate with each other, for weeks now. Do you not--”

You stopped yourself, having to rephrase your question, it would have killed you otherwise to know if he didn’t love you anymore.

“Do you want a divorce?”

At that, his hands flew to your face, holding you like you were a delicate flower--brows furrowed and eyes scared. “Of course I don’t--I love you more than anything in the world.” Desperation filled his words. “You are my most precious treasure, I couldn’t live without you--”

“--Then what’s going on?” 

He sighed, wiping your tears away before retracting his hands, staring down at the calluses that have formed over the years. “I’m...scared. I look at myself in the mirror and find nothing but a monster staring back. These scars, are--..they’re hideous, you don’t deserve a monster like me. You deserve so much more than this--and I fear one day you’ll recognize that.” It was your turn to wipe away his tears, he didn’t realize he’d begun crying. You had climbed into his lap before he knew it, stern look on your face. “Don’t you dare ever speak about my husband like that again, do you understand?” He blinked, cocking his head to the side. You continued,

“It’s okay to feel vulnerable, everyone has off days of self consciousness--but don’t you ever call yourself a monster. I love you Adrian Tepes. I love you more than I need oxygen to breathe. You are no monster, and you are not hideous in any way. Are you listening to me? You’re everything to me.” 

Your hands trailed down his chest, tugging at his shirt, silently pleading him to just take the damn thing off. He concedes, barely, and assists you in peeling the clothing off, unable to look you in the eyes. You frown. “You know what I see?” You whisper, hands tracing the major scar on his chest, and branching off to the smaller ones. “I see strength, and courage, and someone who puts his own fears aside for the ones he loves. I see a man who puts his life on the line to protect others--even strangers.” You lean down and start placing kisses on his shoulders, and start your way down his chest. “I see someone who loves, someone who is kind, someone who is worthy of love and kindness too.” You hear his breathing hitch, a tremble in his breathing as he tries to steady himself. You press on, shimmying lower off his lap and pulling at the sheets. “I see a man who gives his all to everyone around him, and never asks for any of it back. I see a man who never takes, even if he deserves to.” You plant more kisses around his adonis belt, and his hips, grazing your teeth on his skin.

He’s crying now, you know, and he still tries to hide. Alucard shuts his eyes so tight it feels like his lids will rip. He’s been torturing himself for the last few weeks, feeling the ugliest he thinks he ever has. And not because he thinks his physical attraction has lessened, but because of the monster he sees every night in the mirror. His skin is littered with the remains of battles and war, etched forever on his body the horrors he’s endured. And he sits in his loathing, and then looks at you--this angelic being that has made home in his heart, and he wonders how you love him like you do. He wonders what you see in him, how it could possibly be different than what he sees in himself. And now, after all this torture to himself, he listens to you wax poetry about him, how you are so terribly in love with him, and it overwhelms him so much he can’t help but cry. But still, he doesn’t feel worthy of it all, and so he tries to shrink away, but you won’t let him. 

“Look at me, Adrian.” 

You’ve trailed back up, except now your robe is off and you’re sitting in only your underwear. Your body also has scarring, from battles that you’ve endured in your life also. From men before him who have put you in harm’s way. From night creatures who have attacked your previous village. You have markings that your body has naturally given you, because you’ve grown. Scars and marks are littered on your skin, and you bare yourself to Alucard regardless of it all. Tears continue to flow, though you’re whipping them away. His hands trace your body, squeezing the sides and fingertips touching the raised bumps. You let him explore, bringing his hands to the even larger wounds that he hadn’t traced yet, as if he refuses to acknowledge that you’ve been through such pain. He wishes he could take them away. 

Alucard’s hands find purchase on your back and press you to his chest, feeling contact with your skin grounding him. “I’m sorry...” He chokes out, ashamed of how he’s been treating you over his own insecurities. You shake your head anyways, hands raking through his curls. “Don’t apologize, my sweet boy. Just let me love you.” He whimpers, and nods against your chest, moving in tandem with you. Your hips move up to allow him to push his pants down far enough to release his hardening cock, and you rub yourself against him still clothed. You hear him sigh, tightening his arms around you as you do so. “I love you so much.” He murmurs against your skin, hand dipping between your bodies to pull your underwear to the side and prod at your entrance, slowly dipping into your wet heat with a groan. Your fingers tighten in his hair--it’s been some time since you’ve felt him like this, the stretch stinging just a bit as you get used to him again. “Adrian--” You moan, grinding down on his lap. “I love you, you’re perfect for me, you’re everything I need--” You continue your praise as you find a rhythm, bouncing yourself on his lap. He’s overwhelmed, your very presence pushing him into euphoria. The doubts and hatred he had for himself dissipated with each clench of your pussy, with each praise you’re whining into his ear. “Darling, I won’t last tonight--I’m s-sorry.” He grinds out between clenched teeth, nails digging into your hips. You continue fucking yourself on his cock, tits pressed against his chest. “I want to feel you Adrian, please--please, fill me up.” You beg, kissing his face, wherever your lips can get to. You press kisses on his forehead, his temple, his cheeks and nose and chin and finally his lips. You feel him buck into you, meeting your bounces with thrusts of his own. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear: ‘You’re an angel, Adrian’ , ‘you’re my world’ , ‘You’re so beautiful’. 

He doesn’t last much longer after that, crying into your shoulder as he tenses and cums inside your pussy. You don’t dare let him go, combing through the tresses around him with your fingers. I love you, I love you, I love you. He chants those words in his mind until he calms himself enough to say them out loud, to declare his love to you in that moment and every moment after that. 

Hi, I can have an idea for yandere!Alucard x reader. We can have Alucard rescuing reader, who is severally injuried by other vampires. The only other option is tp turn reader to a vampire. I don't mind gore.

Turned

Word Count: 672

Warnings: Gore, blood, murder, mentions of torture

Author's Note: This is gender neutral, and I am bending hellsing rules on how vampires turn based on your sex. In this, you just have to be a virgin to be turned into a vampire.

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Where were you?

You were trusted enough to be let out. Alucard knew you wouldn’t defy him.

After all, you did say you love him.

You wouldn’t lie, would you?

The king ground his teeth in frustration. You were to be back at Hellsing manor hours ago. You should’ve been in his arms this instant, him savoring your quickened heartbeat from how he would tease you to no end. To feel the warmth of your human flesh and how your smaller hands would wrap around his arms.

Just where the hell were you?

He had enough.

Alucard rose from his lone seat, long legs getting him to the stairs in mere minutes. His gaze stayed hidden behind his orange lenses, masking the dark glower over his eyes. In only a few seconds he disappeared into the night, his body turning to a large black mask of bat familiars.

Everywhere he knew you’d usually be, you weren’t.

Just where the hell did you run off to?

This wasn’t like you. To run off and be out of your norm.

But oh, he now smelled you.

The blood he loved, the blood he enjoyed drinking straight after you would make a slice on your flesh just for him.

For you to be bleeding, this wasn’t right.

He followed your sweet trail, the dark mass that he was chasing the scent he held dear. He would find you, that was for certain.

Droplets, that was the first thing he saw as your scent grew closer. Soon it was smeared.

And then it stopped.

Alucard halted, having picked up on other presences in the area.

Other vampires.

A growl came from deep within him. How DARE these fleas go after you. Chase you and harm you. To spill your life out so needlessly.

They were going to pay.

He went towards the presence, the only red in his vision being that of intended murder.

One fell as he came through, driving a hand through the vampire’s skull. Alucard then manifested back into his usual form, pulling .454 Casull out as he turned and faced his next victim. No smile danced on his face as he took out another worthless wannabe. This would’ve been entertaining if they hadn’t targeted you.

Within moments, all the vampires that had harmed you were dead. All on the ground and blood spilling to stain the grass red. With them gone, he looked towards where you scent heavily came from, seeing your battered and destroyed form.

Fury still burned within Alucard as he rushed to your side and went to pull you up into his arms. Your heavily delayed response only confirmed what he was dreading.

You were dying.

Instead of being eaten, the vampires had played with you, tortured you into a game of chase and to hear you scream. Using you as a game to entertain themselves. Multiple lethal wounds scattered around your body, some reaching past muscle and to the bone.

You could barely feel pain anymore. It was ebbing away as your vision faded at the corners of your eyes. At least you could die in the arms of the beast that loved you, right?

“I’m not losing you…” Alucard muttered into your neck, almost biting you then and there. But he stopped, knowing it should be your choice, no matter how much he wanted you to stay alive. “You don’t want to go, do you?”

Your one hand that still could move made its way slowly up his arm, weakly holding his shoulder before you mustered enough strength to lift it to his face. When Alucard pulled back to look into your eyes, he could see the fire in them, the drive you kept going.

Your lips connected together, the vampire licking your lips hungrily before breaking it and kissing down your jawline. Kisses and sensual licks continued down onto your throat, the desire to bite into you making Alucard’s fangs burn in hunger.

He bit you. Deeply.

This is what he wanted.

An eternity with you.