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Hola, este es un nuevo One-shot, que espero sea de su agrado, gracias por leer mis otros escritos. Cómo siempre, dejaré la advertencia abajo, pero también lo diré aquí: contendrá +18, Alucard yandere, aunque no sé si esto se catalogue como yandere 

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Advertencias: yandere alucard, no sé si esto se catalogue como yandere, mención de que Alucard tuvo que ver con que el ex de la lectora fuera infiel. Lectura obscena, así que si eres menor o no te gusta este tipo de fanfics, no los leas.

Alucard x lector femenino.

Título: Lo que tuve que hacer por ti.

Resumen: Fue tu mejor amigo, tu consejero amoroso, tu confidente y compañero de travesuras, el hombro para llorar cuando tu exnovio te fue infiel. Ese era Alucard. Y ahora era tu esposo, pero para poder tenerte tuvo que hacer algo que nunca sabrás.

“Buenos días, amor.” Saludaste en cuanto te vio en la cocina, parada en el fregadero.

Alucard sonrió, amanecer y ver a su dulce esposa concentrada y esperando que la estufa calentara lo que había puesto para el desayuno, era como un sueño, a pesar de ya llevar dos años casados le parecía irreal. Fuiste su mejor amiga, desde que se habían conocido desde pequeños fueron inseparables, habían estudiado juntos hasta la universidad y se habían graduado juntos.

Y ahora estaban casados, felizmente casados.

“Buen día, amor mío.” Caminó hacia ti, abrazándote por detrás. Comenzó a besar su cuello, notando cómo se ponía nerviosa y se le erizaban los vellos de su cuello, solo por esa acción. Eres tan sensible.

“Adrián…” Suspiraste, inevitablemente. “Estoy cocinando en el desayuno.” Querías que te dejara pero él no lo haría, no cuando te estabas excitando solo por eso.

“Mejor regresemos a la cama.” Sugirió él, sin dejar de besar, lamer y chupar tu dulce piel. Quería tenerte todo el tiempo, hacerte suya y hacer de ti un manojo de nervios. Una de sus manos se deslizó a tu seno derecho y comenzó a apretar la carne tierna.

Él siempre quiso tenerte así, dócil y dedicada a él. Desde que eran amigos, la amistad entre ustedes fue tan grande, profunda y muy íntima, fue tu consejero amoroso, tu confidente y compañero de travesuras, el hombro para llorar cuando tu exnovio te fue infiel. Lloraste día y noche y él nunca te dejó sola.

Había odiado el tiempo que tú saliste con otro y cuando ese hombre te fue infiel, Adrian fue el más feliz del mundo.

“A-Alucard.” Lo llamaste por el sobrenombre que tenía. Tus caderas se movieron en cuanto sentiste sus dedos hurgar por debajo de tu falda y entrar entre tus piernas.

Él siempre quiso esto, el cuándo había dejado de verte como su mejor amiga no lo sabía, quizás fue cuando comenzaron a crecer, no lo sabía exactamente pero el anhelo, deseo y desesperación por tenerte entre sus brazos se había hecho grande cuando habías comenzado a salir con ese tipo. Lo odió, odiaba que ese idiota te tocara, te besara y fuera tu primera vez, le habías contado eso después de que habías tenido relaciones.

Debió ser el primero él, siempre debió ser él, su desesperación por ti lo cegó. Recuerda lo que tuvo que hacer para poder tenerte. Lo recuerda bien porque él fue el culpable de que te fueran infiel. A pesar de que odiaba a tu, en ese entonces, novio, lo  había invitado a salir a tomar unas cervezas, es para conocer mejor al chico de mi amiga, había dicho, el pobre hombre no era un buen bebedor, así que le fue muy fácil llevarlo a un prostíbulo y hacer que se acostara con una mujer extraña.

Cuando te enteraste de eso, lloraste hasta que tus ojos quedaron secos y no quisiste escuchar explicaciones de tu novio infiel, “No vale la pena oír lo que infeliz tenga que decirte” te había dicho y lo escuchaste. Y te consoló tanto hasta que obtuvo lo que quería. Nunca supiste que él tuvo algo que ver con tu rompimiento.

“Estás tan mojada.” Susurró en tu oído, su voz ronca por la excitación, comenzó a mover sus caderas para hacer que sintieras su dureza. “¿Quieres que haga algo?”

“Si…” Susurraste con labios temblorosos y las mejillas coloradas.

“Entonces haré algo para que estés bien.” Dijo él, se separó un poco de ti para poder liberar de sus pantalones de dormir su grueso miembro, levantó tu falda e hizo a un lado tus bragas y de un solo golpe entró en ti, sintiendo tus paredes cálidas darle la bienvenida.

Gemiste cuando lo sentiste en tu interior, tu cuello se hizo un poco hacia delante, Alucard comenzó a moverse haciendo que el respirar te fuera difícil. La cocina, la estufa y el desayuno pasaron a otra parte, solo importaban ustedes suspirando y disfrutando lo que sus cuerpos le daban al otro. No podía parar y no lo iba a hacer, amaba tanto tenerte así, gimiendo para sus oídos.

Sus golpes eran duros, podía sentir tu clítoris rozar con la punta de su miembro, aquello hacía que él sintiera más placer. Sus besos volvieron a atacar tu cuello, haciendo que gimieras aún más. Alucard no iba a parar contigo, porque ahora te tenía como siempre quiso. 

Y una voz siniestra dijo en lo profundo de su mente: Todo lo que tuve que hacer por ti, nunca lo sabrás.

Después de todo, lo hizo por amor. 

Hola, este es un nuevo One-shot, que espero sea de su agrado, gracias por leer mis otros escritos. Cómo siempre, dejaré la advertencia abajo, pero también lo diré aquí: contendrá +18, Alucard yandere, aunque no sé si esto se catalogue como yandere 

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Advertencias: yandere alucard, no sé si esto se catalogue como yandere, mención de que Alucard tuvo que ver con que el ex de la lectora fuera infiel. Lectura obscena, así que si eres menor o no te gusta este tipo de fanfics, no los leas.

Alucard x lector femenino.

Título: Lo que tuve que hacer por ti.

Resumen: Fue tu mejor amigo, tu consejero amoroso, tu confidente y compañero de travesuras, el hombro para llorar cuando tu exnovio te fue infiel. Ese era Alucard. Y ahora era tu esposo, pero para poder tenerte tuvo que hacer algo que nunca sabrás.

“Buenos días, amor.” Saludaste en cuanto te vio en la cocina, parada en el fregadero.

Alucard sonrió, amanecer y ver a su dulce esposa concentrada y esperando que la estufa calentara lo que había puesto para el desayuno, era como un sueño, a pesar de ya llevar dos años casados le parecía irreal. Fuiste su mejor amiga, desde que se habían conocido desde pequeños fueron inseparables, habían estudiado juntos hasta la universidad y se habían graduado juntos.

Y ahora estaban casados, felizmente casados.

“Buen día, amor mío.” Caminó hacia ti, abrazándote por detrás. Comenzó a besar su cuello, notando cómo se ponía nerviosa y se le erizaban los vellos de su cuello, solo por esa acción. Eres tan sensible.

“Adrián…” Suspiraste, inevitablemente. “Estoy cocinando en el desayuno.” Querías que te dejara pero él no lo haría, no cuando te estabas excitando solo por eso.

“Mejor regresemos a la cama.” Sugirió él, sin dejar de besar, lamer y chupar tu dulce piel. Quería tenerte todo el tiempo, hacerte suya y hacer de ti un manojo de nervios. Una de sus manos se deslizó a tu seno derecho y comenzó a apretar la carne tierna.

Él siempre quiso tenerte así, dócil y dedicada a él. Desde que eran amigos, la amistad entre ustedes fue tan grande, profunda y muy íntima, fue tu consejero amoroso, tu confidente y compañero de travesuras, el hombro para llorar cuando tu exnovio te fue infiel. Lloraste día y noche y él nunca te dejó sola.

Había odiado el tiempo que tú saliste con otro y cuando ese hombre te fue infiel, Adrian fue el más feliz del mundo.

“A-Alucard.” Lo llamaste por el sobrenombre que tenía. Tus caderas se movieron en cuanto sentiste sus dedos hurgar por debajo de tu falda y entrar entre tus piernas.

Él siempre quiso esto, el cuándo había dejado de verte como su mejor amiga no lo sabía, quizás fue cuando comenzaron a crecer, no lo sabía exactamente pero el anhelo, deseo y desesperación por tenerte entre sus brazos se había hecho grande cuando habías comenzado a salir con ese tipo. Lo odió, odiaba que ese idiota te tocara, te besara y fuera tu primera vez, le habías contado eso después de que habías tenido relaciones.

Debió ser el primero él, siempre debió ser él, su desesperación por ti lo cegó. Recuerda lo que tuvo que hacer para poder tenerte. Lo recuerda bien porque él fue el culpable de que te fueran infiel. A pesar de que odiaba a tu, en ese entonces, novio, lo  había invitado a salir a tomar unas cervezas, es para conocer mejor al chico de mi amiga, había dicho, el pobre hombre no era un buen bebedor, así que le fue muy fácil llevarlo a un prostíbulo y hacer que se acostara con una mujer extraña.

Cuando te enteraste de eso, lloraste hasta que tus ojos quedaron secos y no quisiste escuchar explicaciones de tu novio infiel, “No vale la pena oír lo que infeliz tenga que decirte” te había dicho y lo escuchaste. Y te consoló tanto hasta que obtuvo lo que quería. Nunca supiste que él tuvo algo que ver con tu rompimiento.

“Estás tan mojada.” Susurró en tu oído, su voz ronca por la excitación, comenzó a mover sus caderas para hacer que sintieras su dureza. “¿Quieres que haga algo?”

“Si…” Susurraste con labios temblorosos y las mejillas coloradas.

“Entonces haré algo para que estés bien.” Dijo él, se separó un poco de ti para poder liberar de sus pantalones de dormir su grueso miembro, levantó tu falda e hizo a un lado tus bragas y de un solo golpe entró en ti, sintiendo tus paredes cálidas darle la bienvenida.

Gemiste cuando lo sentiste en tu interior, tu cuello se hizo un poco hacia delante, Alucard comenzó a moverse haciendo que el respirar te fuera difícil. La cocina, la estufa y el desayuno pasaron a otra parte, solo importaban ustedes suspirando y disfrutando lo que sus cuerpos le daban al otro. No podía parar y no lo iba a hacer, amaba tanto tenerte así, gimiendo para sus oídos.

Sus golpes eran duros, podía sentir tu clítoris rozar con la punta de su miembro, aquello hacía que él sintiera más placer. Sus besos volvieron a atacar tu cuello, haciendo que gimieras aún más. Alucard no iba a parar contigo, porque ahora te tenía como siempre quiso. 

Y una voz siniestra dijo en lo profundo de su mente: Todo lo que tuve que hacer por ti, nunca lo sabrás.

Después de todo, lo hizo por amor. 

alucard’s nipples are probably reallyyyy sensitive. like giving him some gentle sucking on his pink nipples will have him moaning and arching his back off the bed.

he will hold on to you, trying to push you away because it feels too good almost.

even just brushing your fingers over them gently and he is whimpering a little <3

alucard definitely likes boobs. big or small doesn’t care he loves teasing your nipples, sucking on them, rubbing them, seeing them poking through the fabric of your shirt/night gown.

oh when you’re heavy with his child and your breasts swell up nice for him, he offers to massage them for you, “do they hurt?” he’d ask already reaching for your swollen breasts. his cool hands kneading your softness, your scent kicking him in the face when you start leaking a little bit…

Hola, había dejado de publicar durante un tiempo, ya que he estado un poco enferma, pero decidí publicar algo pequeño pero esponjoso que tenía guardado. Espero que sea de su agrado

Advertencias: Ninguna.

Alucard Tepes x Reader

Empezaba a atardecer, los últimos rayos del Sol se podían apreciar, destellos naranjas y algunas nubes moviéndose suavemente. Era una vista sin preocupaciones y parecía no haber nada que pudiera entorpecerla.

Respiraste tranquila, el suave viento del atardecer meciendo mechones de tu cabello y algunas voces de la gente del pueblo eran percibidas. Esto era como la recompensa final del día que estaba por terminar.

“¿Cansada, amor mío?” Alucard, habló detrás de ti, él te encontró sentada en los escalones de su imponente castillo.

“Algo, querido.” Contestaste a su pregunta anterior. Desde que había amanecido, habías salido al pueblo a hacer tu día, el poblado que se estaba formando parecía tranquilo, entre las personas se ayudaban y convivían pacíficamente. Después de los acontecimientos anteriores, trataron de revivir en un nuevo capítulo. 

Las aventuras y dolor que pasaron, los había unido demasiado. Él con la soledad y dolor de perder a su familia, se había acercado poco a poco a ti, buscando la calidez y momentos pacíficos que ofrecías, y él, aunque creía que no valía nada, te daba esa valentía y seguridad que habías perdido después de pasar un camino difícil.

Alucard y tú se necesitaban, tanto como necesitaban el aire para respirar. 

Alucard la miró desde donde estaba. Le parecía un ser inocente, que necesitaba ser protegido, a pesar de que sabía que no necesitabas la protección de los demás. Sonrío, aún no podía creer que te tuviera a su lado.  Caminó hacia ti, su gran cuerpo se agachó para sentarse detrás de tu espalda y abrazarte con sumo amor.

Miró la imagen que te tenía tan relajada, una sonrisa estaba en él, había valido la pena cruzar todas aquellas desventuras. Aunque aún estaban los recuerdos trágicos, sabía que podía pintarlos con nuevos y más coloridos. 

“ Me encanta esto.” Él dijo y tú te volteaste a verlo. “ Estos momentos, sin duda son tranquilos. Y quiero tener más de estas tardes contigo.”

Tu corazón dió un vuelco, sus palabras sin duda te pusieron nerviosa y provocaron que te sintieras más enamorada de él.

“Yo también quiero eso, Alucard, contigo siempre.”

“¿Siempre?” Agachó su rostro a ti. Te miraba con cierta coquetería. Se acercó aún más y sus labios rozaban los tuyos.

“ Siempre.” Acto seguido lo besaste, ya no queriendo que fuera un simple roce de labios, sino un beso de amor, entrega y dicha.

Y ahí, a la luz del atardecer, ambos se besaron como si no hubiera un mañana y disfrutando del atardecer.

Quería practicar mi escritura y también quería escribir un poco de contenido SMUT, así que esto salió jajaja. 

Espero que sea del agrado del lector.

Advertencias: escritura +18 o adulto, si eres menor de edad o no te gusta este tipo de lectura, no leas.

Alucard Tepes x lector femenino.

Título: Resistente.

Resumen: Habías leído en uno de los muchos libros de la biblioteca, sobre lo resistente que eran los vampiros, tu curiosidad te venció y quisiste comprobar. 

“¿No dijiste que querías ver qué tan resistente era? Tenemos el resto de la noche, amor.” Alucard se lamió los labios, la lujuria volvió a él y lo podías sentir por como se había endurecido su miembro.

Resistente.

En cuanto la oscuridad tomó posesión del cielo y el bosque que rodeaba aquella majestuosa edificación, las dos almas que lo residían  habían decidido estar en la calidez de su habitación marital.

No tenían nada que hacer, solo amarse en esa noche estrellada. Las sábanas a punto de caer de la cama y la ropa esparcida, los golpes de piel con piel y los gemidos y gruñidos, delataban sus actividades.

Aquellos ojos dorados que tanto amabas y no podías olvidar, te miraban hambrientos, él quería comerte, lenta y deliciosamente.

Nada ni nadie lo iba a detener. 

Tus piernas abiertas de lado a lado, le daban la bienvenida a su cuerpo lleno de músculos definidos, la dureza de su miembro entrando y saliendo de la suavidad femenina, era como una adicción que no quería detener. Solo quería estar así contigo, encima de ti, amando y besando cada parte de tu cuerpo.

“A-Alucard…” Gemiste en su oído, querías que él escuchara y supiera que te volvía loca por él. Otro suspiro erótico brotó de ti, el placer que te daba te hacía lloriquear.

“Eso es nena… Gime para mí.” Susurró, sus ojos vagaron hacia abajo, para encontrar sus senos, los pezones endurecidos por las succiones que les había prodigado y algunos destellos de chupetones, lo hacían sentirse malvado, ya que él fue el culpable de que estuvieran así.

Sentiste una embestida dura y posesiva, las terminaciones nerviosas parecían recorrerte en cuanto lo sentiste atacarte así. Un suspiro mudo fue lo único que soltaste como respuesta, querías más, más de él, más de su amor. Llevando tus manos a su cabello, lo acertaste más a ti, los jalones que le dabas lo hacían volverse más salvaje, sentiste como se desesperaba por obtener todo de ti.

Tus caderas se movieron, encontrando las de él. Alucard se movió un poco, sacando su dura excitación para después volver a entrar en ti, sintiendo como lo mojabas con tu esencia, caliente y adictiva. Él amaba esto, ser un solo cuerpo contigo. Estabas por entrar en un clímax delicioso, lo podías sentir,  tu cabeza cayó hacia atrás en cuanto sentiste el duro eje de Alucard poseyéndote, llevó uno de sus grandes dedos hacia abajo para buscar y mimar tu clítoris, Alucard podía ver cómo su mujer se derretía cada vez más. Y le gustaba.

Alucard sonrió, bajando lentamente su afilada mirada desde tu rostro de porcelana, hasta donde ambos estaban conectados, las paredes vaginales y suaves lo torturaban y apretaban con frenesí. 

“¿Te encanta, querida?” Susurró en su oído, deleitándose con tus suspiros. “¿Te encanta ser devorada por el vampiro?, responde.”

“¡Oh!” Tus labios dejaron escapar, cuando su cadera atacó tu sensible coño. 

“Te hice una pregunta.” Otra embestida más y te vió perder la cordura.

“¡Sí, sí, sí! Amo ser presa tuya, amo todo de ti, te amo.” Y lo decías en serio, amabas todo de él, su inteligencia, su sarcasmo, los momentos de calidez de hogar que te proporciona y lo mucho que te protegía como si temiera perderte en un segundo y amabas estar con él, entregando todo de ti entre sus manos y él tener la confianza de entregarte su cuerpo y alma de esta manera.

Sus palabras lo hicieron sentirse afortunado, sabía que todo lo que había dicho ella era verdad, así como era verdad lo mucho que la amaba a ella, daría su corazón en bandeja de plata si se lo pidieras, nadaría en un mar bendecido solo por llegar a ti. Podría ser dramático todo lo que haría solo por tenerte, pero el amor que te tenía lo movía a querer hacer todo eso, con tal de sentir que estás en sus brazos. 

Sentías que llegarías al orgasmo, tu clítoris parecía estallar en placer y querías sentirlo. Tus caderas se movieron, sintiendo que la energía pronto se te acaba, el resto de ella querías hacer que valiera la pena.

“¡Alucard!”  Gritaste en cuanto tu clímax te golpeó tan fuerte, que sentías que podías ver las estrellas a tu alrededor. 

El damphir amó el momento en que sintió como tu placer lo mojaba más, ya no podía resistir su propio clímax. Con lo último de su fuerza le daba movió sus caderas hasta que sintió aquel placer que sentiste, pronunció tu nombre con amor y lleno de gozo hasta que se derramó en lo profundo de tí. 

“ Te amo, te amo.” Buscó tus labios, quería hacerte saber que lo decía en serio, en cuanto capturó tus labios y besó con necesidad. 

“... Yo también te amo.” Murmuras cansada y feliz. “Te amo, Alucard.” 

El silencio gobernó entre ustedes, la luz de la luna se asomaba por las ventanas de su habitación, solo se admiraban el uno al otro, como si fueran un descubrimiento único.

“ Tengo sueño.” Alucard te vio en cuanto dijiste aquello.

“¿En serio? Que mal…” Dijo como si estuviera decepcionado.

“¿Qué ocurre?” Aquello había llamado tu atención.

“Porque yo quiero un poco más.” 

Tan pronto como reveló, te dejó boquiabierta, antes le habías dicho que habías leído en uno de los muchos libros de la biblioteca, sobre lo resistente que eran los vampiros, tu curiosidad te venció y quisiste comprobar. 

Pero ahora..

“¿No dijiste que querías ver qué tan resistente era? Tenemos el resto de la noche, amor.” Alucard se lamió los labios, la lujuria volvió a él y lo podías sentir por como se había endurecido su miembro.

Tendrías una larga noche.

Mi Lsta Maestra (Masterlist)

¡Abajo están mis Drabbles que he escrito, tanto fluffs 🥰/ yanderes ❤los de contenido nsfw o smut🔥!

Yandere Adrian Tepes x Lector Femenino

Su mas dulce compañía

Egoísta

Lo que tuve que hacer por ti. Nsfw 🔥❤

Fluff Adrian Tepes x Fem!Lector

Fluff 🥰/ Nsfw o Smut 🔥

Su Luz 🥰

El Dahmpir que se robó una doncella prometida 🥰🔥

Tardes tranquilas 🥰

Recistente 🔥

Primera lista que hago, espero que a las personas que lean cada pedacito de mis fanfics, les guste y me den oportunidad para seguir compartiendo más ☺🤗

grief comes in waves like a heartrate on a cardiograph― sometimes adrian tepes thinks everything is going okay, until he realises that the euphonious sound of your voice is fading from his memory completely.

what does your face look like again? he swore you had these adorable little dimples framing your smile perfectly, like you were some angel. ironic, wasn't it?

his heart feels like a hummingbird, and the very thought of you, kills his mind.

adrian was all too familiar with that throbbing sensation of losing a loved one, he just never thought it would be you. he never thought he'd be catching himself doing the things you loved to do. he never thought he'd be crying while washing the dishes and thinking of you. he never thought he could miss you so much.

he almost felt...empty inside― no one could ever come close to filling that void, the overwhelming hole bringing out the worst in him. he's turning bitter, like his old man.

don't let him turn into what he feared the most...

"i feel strange." he'd think deeply, unsure of what the connotation to that word actually meant. but he felt misplaced, crazy, even.

"i know she's dead. and i've accepted that." yet...no matter how long time draws by, he still can't shake the guilty feeling of needing to wait for you to come back to him.

"it should have been me, instead of her."

"no, it shouldn't"

your voice would often come to him in the dead of night― the all mighty alucard, son of dracula, having nightmares over a mere human?

"you could've just turned her into one of us. what a miserable and pitiful, young boy."

"he takes after his father. tsk. keeping pets was his favourite hobby, after all."

was he cruel to be laughing over these meaningless ideas? accusations? stabs of jests?

you were so pure in your true, unrefined form, because, he was half-human after all. that icy veneer he kept himself locked up in, melted instantly when you came into his life.

he's starting to have his doubts...maybe he should have turned you into one of them. would you have still loved him the same way? would you have forgiven him? made that forever promise, come true?

maybe, in another life, it will.

¡Hola! Perdón por desaparecer, no he tenido buena salud últimamente y por eso no publicaba nada, gracias por leer también, me alegro mucho cuando veo que alguien leé mis tonterías, sé que no tengo muchos seguidores pero me hace feliz cuando alguien leé lo que he publicado. Aquí está otro drabble y espero sea de su agrado.

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Título: Hechicera.

Resumen: A veces se preguntaba si eras una hechicera, porque solo tú podías hacer que se perdiera en tu mirada, un solo minuto de ella y Alucard quedaba hipnotizado. Lo tenías hechizado sin saberlo.

Alucard Tepes x lector

Recostado en su amplía cama, con un libro olvidado y prefiriendo la cálida compañía de su esposa, Adrián Tepes, el primogénito, el hijo de Drácula y una mortal, aquél que los valacos llamaba Alucard, ese hijo que había terminado con la vida de su propio padre, prefería sentir la cercanía de una mujer mortal, tal como lo había hecho su padre.

Antes de conocerla y dejar que existiera una cercanía tan pura entre ellos, ya había aceptado vivir alejado del mundo. Él no merecía nada, más que estar oculto de los demás. 

Pero tan pronto como entraste en su vida, supo que ya no podría alejarte. Llegando como un rayo de sol, después de que cometiera aquél terrible acto contra su progenitor. 

Él siendo una mezcla de un vampiro y una mujer humana, alguien que podía tener tanta vida como un vampiro normal, desgarrar y arrancar el último aliento a los demás si se lo propusiera, había caído ante el hechizo que desprendes.  Ya sea que supieras que lo tienes atado entre tus dedos o no, él estaba a tu merced. Puedes pedirle lo que sea y él, con gusto, lo haría. Mándalo a las montañas más heladas y él iría. 

“ Alucard…” Tu voz hizo acto de presencia, acariciando los fuertes brazos que te tenían, mientras tus ojos buscan los de él.

A veces se preguntaba si eras una hechicera, porque solo tú podías hacer que se perdiera en tu mirada, un solo minuto de ella y Alucard quedaba hipnotizado.

Lo volviste a llamar, tu ceño fruncido y ojos buscando cualquier indicio que te dijera que algo andaba mal con él. Sin saber que tenías un gran poder sobre aquel hermoso hombre. 

“¿Si, querida?” 

“¿Te sucede algo?” Preguntas.

Él también quería saber qué sucedía, cada vez que estaba ante ti, tu voz llamándolo, tus ojos cálidos y amorosos, un solo toque tuyo o tu sola presencia provocaba que entrara y cayera ante tu poder. Eras una mujer normal, sin magia pero parecía que la tenías porque lo hacías caer en un estado de debilidad. 

“Por supuesto, cariño.” Contestó, había notado como buscabas algún indicio que te dijera que algo estaba pasando en él.

Murmuras algo para tí sola, no te creías nada de lo que te dijo.

“Me preocuparé si estás enfermando de algo que afecte a los vampiros.”

Una risa suave fue lo único que recibiste de él.

“Te lo prometo, no tengo nada y no estoy enfermo.” Sus brazos se movieron para acercar el cuerpo delicado de su esposa, escuchar el latido de su corazón era para él la más perfecta melodía. Te preocupas tanto por él, después de la guerra contra su padre había pensado que ya nadie se preocuparía por él. Pero ahí estás tú, haciéndolo.

“Solo para estar segura, mañana iré a la bóveda Belmont y buscaré algún libro que explique si los vampiros pueden enfermar de algo raro.” 

“Te preocupas demasiado…” De un santiamén, estabas sobre él. Sus manos aferradas a tu cintura, mientras te miraba deseoso. 

“Alucard.” Estabas sorprendida, no habías predicho su movimiento.

“¿Y si le demuestro a mi  dama que no estoy enfermo?”

Tus ojos se nublaron en lujuria y buscaste los de él, haciéndolo perderse en tí.

Si, eras una hechicera.

¡Hola! Perdón por desaparecer, no he tenido buena salud últimamente y por eso no publicaba nada, gracias por leer también, me alegro mucho cuando veo que alguien leé mis tonterías, sé que no tengo muchos seguidores pero me hace feliz cuando alguien leé lo que he publicado. Aquí está otro drabble y espero sea de su agrado.

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Título: Hechicera.

Resumen: A veces se preguntaba si eras una hechicera, porque solo tú podías hacer que se perdiera en tu mirada, un solo minuto de ella y Alucard quedaba hipnotizado. Lo tenías hechizado sin saberlo.

Alucard Tepes x lector

Recostado en su amplía cama, con un libro olvidado y prefiriendo la cálida compañía de su esposa, Adrián Tepes, el primogénito, el hijo de Drácula y una mortal, aquél que los valacos llamaba Alucard, ese hijo que había terminado con la vida de su propio padre, prefería sentir la cercanía de una mujer mortal, tal como lo había hecho su padre.

Antes de conocerla y dejar que existiera una cercanía tan pura entre ellos, ya había aceptado vivir alejado del mundo. Él no merecía nada, más que estar oculto de los demás. 

Pero tan pronto como entraste en su vida, supo que ya no podría alejarte. Llegando como un rayo de sol, después de que cometiera aquél terrible acto contra su progenitor. 

Él siendo una mezcla de un vampiro y una mujer humana, alguien que podía tener tanta vida como un vampiro normal, desgarrar y arrancar el último aliento a los demás si se lo propusiera, había caído ante el hechizo que desprendes.  Ya sea que supieras que lo tienes atado entre tus dedos o no, él estaba a tu merced. Puedes pedirle lo que sea y él, con gusto, lo haría. Mándalo a las montañas más heladas y él iría. 

“ Alucard…” Tu voz hizo acto de presencia, acariciando los fuertes brazos que te tenían, mientras tus ojos buscan los de él.

A veces se preguntaba si eras una hechicera, porque solo tú podías hacer que se perdiera en tu mirada, un solo minuto de ella y Alucard quedaba hipnotizado.

Lo volviste a llamar, tu ceño fruncido y ojos buscando cualquier indicio que te dijera que algo andaba mal con él. Sin saber que tenías un gran poder sobre aquel hermoso hombre. 

“¿Si, querida?” 

“¿Te sucede algo?” Preguntas.

Él también quería saber qué sucedía, cada vez que estaba ante ti, tu voz llamándolo, tus ojos cálidos y amorosos, un solo toque tuyo o tu sola presencia provocaba que entrara y cayera ante tu poder. Eras una mujer normal, sin magia pero parecía que la tenías porque lo hacías caer en un estado de debilidad. 

“Por supuesto, cariño.” Contestó, había notado como buscabas algún indicio que te dijera que algo estaba pasando en él.

Murmuras algo para tí sola, no te creías nada de lo que te dijo.

“Me preocuparé si estás enfermando de algo que afecte a los vampiros.”

Una risa suave fue lo único que recibiste de él.

“Te lo prometo, no tengo nada y no estoy enfermo.” Sus brazos se movieron para acercar el cuerpo delicado de su esposa, escuchar el latido de su corazón era para él la más perfecta melodía. Te preocupas tanto por él, después de la guerra contra su padre había pensado que ya nadie se preocuparía por él. Pero ahí estás tú, haciéndolo.

“Solo para estar segura, mañana iré a la bóveda Belmont y buscaré algún libro que explique si los vampiros pueden enfermar de algo raro.” 

“Te preocupas demasiado…” De un santiamén, estabas sobre él. Sus manos aferradas a tu cintura, mientras te miraba deseoso. 

“Alucard.” Estabas sorprendida, no habías predicho su movimiento.

“¿Y si le demuestro a mi  dama que no estoy enfermo?”

Tus ojos se nublaron en lujuria y buscaste los de él, haciéndolo perderse en tí.

Si, eras una hechicera.

😍 That's so sweet, he would definitely do that

i cant stop thinking about regency era alucard, him helping you into your stays, lacing the backs of them together just comfortable enough to your liking. he thinks you're very beautiful especially when you apply a nice red rouge to your cheeks at your vanity

i like to think he has quite a few skills, he is very old afterall. so of course he knows how to sew.

he adds some lovely emoridery onto your garments, wouldn't mind at all adding cute little roses and lace to your chemise

Ey, hola! Espero que se encuentren bien, aquí estoy con algo nuevo y de temática Yandere con nuestro damphir favorito.

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Advertencias: menciones de desnudes, tocamientos no deseados, se hace mención de actividades +18 o adultas llegando al final de la lectura, Yandere Alucard, esto es ficción, no consientas estos actos en la realidad.

Título: Por los siglos de los siglos.

Resumen: Harto de vivir solo durante tantos años, Alucard decidió tomar a la pobre alma que había llegado a él, buscando ayuda, sin saber que buscar su ayuda, tendría como pago ser su compañera amada por el resto de los siglos.

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Dormir juntos se sentía tan pacífico, como una unión que no se podía describir, incluso después de hacer el amor sentir la piel del otro y el aura que desprendían por estar juntos era lo más placentero. Era una conexión única e indescriptible.

Pero…

Su unión no era como la clásica amorosa, dónde ambos se amaban tan fieramente, se entregaban sus vidas y almas en un juramento lleno de amor y fiereza por estar unidos.

No era como la de sus padres. 

La amaba tanto que su amor parecía una locura, una obsesión enfermiza y despiadada. Oscuro.

Alucard la quería con él, quería eso que tuvieron sus padres y amigos, aún después de vivir por muchos años y ver y conocer a tantas personas, estar solo no era maravilloso, ver las paredes del gran castillo era desesperante, él quería ver una nueva cara, sentir la compañía de alguien más, anhelaba tener intimidad con quién debería de ser su amante y sentir la felicidad juntos. Daría todo por, incluso, hacer las actividades más domésticas que hay en la vida.

Sin embargo, atormentado por sus demonios internos, la desesperación y el deseo que tanto pedía, lo llevó a meterte en su casa y volver su cautivo; fuiste tan inocente al confiar en él y no darte cuenta de sus intenciones profundas. Solo querías su ayuda para salvar a tu pueblo del acecho de unos vampiros, ¿Quién iba a decir que buscar su ayuda, tendría como pago ser su compañera amada? 

Sometida a sus deseos, ahora debías dejarle tocarte y amarte. El misterioso Alucard que había salvado innumerables veces al mundo, que hacía su deber por compasión y acto de amor a su madre perdida, había resultado ser diferente al de las historias que se contaban de generación en generación.

Llevando una de sus manos a tu mejilla, te hizo salir de tus pensamientos.

“Te amo, cariño, tú… ¿Tú me amas?”

Y aquí era donde tenías que responder a sus sentimientos, forzosamente.

“Sí, te amo.” Un amor de mentira, obligado. Sus ojos brillaron con deleite al oír tu respuesta.

Sabía que tus palabras no eran reales, pero ¡Qué felicidad y placer encontraba, cuando le decías lo que quería escuchar!

“E-Espera…” Trataste de detenerlo, en cuanto él se acercó a ti y te volvió a encerrar entre sus brazos y el colchón de la cama.

Sus labios bajaron a su cuello, besando, lamiendo y alabando los chupetones que había dejado horas antes, los filosos colmillos rasparon la piel delicada que encontraban, sus grandes manos llegaron a sus pechos, cubriendo la carne suave y sintiendo como se endurecen  esos pezones dulces que tanto ama, no podías evitar los suaves suspiros que dejabas escapar, Alucard sonrió, sabía cómo sacarte gemidos.

“Por favor, no… estoy cansada.”

“Por favor, sí.” Sus ojos brillaron con peligrosidad y supiste que no podías pararlo. Él ya estaba duro y dispuesto a tomarte. La punta dura y caliente pinchando sobre tu ombligo.

Sus facciones se volvieron completamente vampíricas provocando temor, las palabras finales de él firmando tu destino.

“Déjame amarte por el resto de los siglos.” 

Alucard feeding off the reader??

Content: Alucard x fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood, vampire feeding

Notes: You didn't specify gender, so I just went with a woman reader. Also apologize if this is ooc, this is my first time writing Alucard. I also got some devastating news about a family member halfway through this which may have clouded my judgement on if this was good enough to publish on the internet

You always liked Alucards fangs. The way they gleamed in the moonlight, the way he'd use them to scare enemies off, the way they'd flash at you when he smiled. He smiled a lot with you. He adored you.

Even after his friends left him, and those twins betrayed him, he found room in his heart to give you a chance, and it evolved into a beautiful relationship where he practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

Two lost souls come to find solace in each others arms, passionately loving each other until the end of time. Alucard felt his love for you grow with each and every day - and so at some point he vowed to never hurt you. That included feeding if he ever needed to, and you appreciated that.

Until tonight.

Alucard hadn't fed off of blood in so long, he began to dim. His normally bright yellow eyes now stuck to the floor, dulled and dark. His bright blond, wavy hair, stopped being washed. He felt sluggish and depressed. He knew not feeding wouldn't kill him, but it made him feel better. But he would never feed off of you, he told himself.

After seeing what no blood does to him, you offered your neck up to his fangs. He vehemently denied your suggestion, but gave in the more you insisted.

Now you lay helpless in your nightgown, your lover crawling over you. The moonlight shining through the window reveals his eyes to you, those dim yellow orbs telling a tale of concern. His hand moves under your chin and slots your head to the side, giving him better access. He looks at you one last time.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." You give him a smile.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he lowered his head and bit down anyway.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he drained your blood from you.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he pulled away, his brightness returned to him, and you winced as he pulled his fangs out of you.

Adrian fought himself the entire time he drained you of your blood, tried to reason with himself that there must be some other way. But Alucard reasoned that you wanted this, liked it even, and who was he to deny you of that?

He looked you over as he pulled away, his mouth and teeth smeared in your blood. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better." You joked, though you now felt weak.

"I'll go get us some things to clean this up with." Alucard carefully moved off of you. "I didn't take too much, did I?"

"No, no. Just grab a cloth or something before my blood gets on your bed." You shooed him off.

Alucard returned with a cloth, a bandage, and some water for you. He kissed you, wiped up the blood and kissed the wound, then carefully put a bandage over top to make sure it didn't bleed anymore. He handed you the water for you to drink, and then climbed into bed with you.

"I love you." He mumbled into your ear.

"I love you too." You set the water down on the table next to the bed, laid with him, and slept the night away.

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miffy’s note hi bbies! just a drabble to get him out my head. it’s unedited bc this is nawt serious and i am not expecting any sort of traction 😭 this for me!!! enjoy or don’t

adrian “the alucaurd” tepes.

a blond beauty. tall, charming, witty, and with the most dazzling amber eyes.

the same amber eyes that are unfortunately, avoiding your gaze.

you like to pretend it’s not you who’s caused these chains of events but are you really to blame? all you ever do now is sit behind the castle walls and entertain yourself where you can.

sure, there’s a whole village just outside the door being built from the ground up. sure, you could set aside your personal feelings and help but why would you? after months and months of defending yourself against night creatures, foraging, and forgetting any hygiene you previously had, sitting pretty in proper heating with access to clean water had you more spoiled than you’d like to admit.

and you can trust adrian has noticed, too.

“you’ve changed,” is what he would say with a tut of his tongue when you demand a hot bath with goat-milk soap and of course he complies. who is he to deny such a pretty girl who usually speaks such sweet words.

never in his several hundred years of living could he imagine ever bending to the will of a human but he can’t help it when it comes to you. it just feels so right . . . and also keeps you quiet.

unlike now. now, you’re bored, antsy, and finding the solution to your problems in harassing your lover.

“alucard,” your drawl, dragging the tips of your fingers against the wooden table stationed by the lounge chair you’re in. you’re all curled up, knees to your chest and head dangling off the armrest.

you can see him across the room, see the pained irritation that briefly crosses his face before it’s all released with a sigh. “please, just adrian. there’s no need for such formalities.”

he flips the page of the book he’s buried his nose so deep in without sparing a glance at you. adrian isn’t an idiot. for as long as he’s lived, he’s quite far from it. he’s already aware of what’s sure to come if you’re given too much of his attention and he’s not in the mood to entertain it.

“okay. adrian, is there not a better way to pass the time? i’ve grown very tired of sleeping and all of my friends are too busy for me.” you sit up up a swift motion. your curls move in accordance and dust the back of your neck.

“perhaps you would be more delighted if you’d help them with their duties,” adrian says. it comes out more of a mumble, dulcified by his smooth way of speaking.

you can only roll your eyes and settle into a new position, throwing your legs over the chair and resting your head atop the coffee table. you swear you’ve read every book on the shelf, explored every book and cranny in the castle. you can feel your beauty wasting away the longer you sit and do nothing. “how about you do something for me, for once. suggest something i can do.”

“i do everything for you and you know that. now, i’m going to ignore you.” there’s a chuckle in his voice, light and airy. as if there’s anything funny about the disastrous situation you’re in. a castle, just to yourselves, and he won’t a single thing with you.

you huff and puff, placing your feet onto the hand-stitched rug beneath you. “you’re not serious. you can’t be.” your pillow soft lips are already fixed into a pout and even more so when you’re met with absolute silence.

not even a glance.

“adrian tepes!” you’re on your feet and marching to his side before you can even think, hands planted firmly on your hips and ready to give him a scolding.

it’s only when you’re standing beside him that he cannot ignore your presence. in fact, adrian graces you with a smile, fangs just barely visibly. “mrs. tepes,” his hand comes around your waist to rest on your back, “you’re being unreasonable.”

the cheeks of your face flush with a heat you’ve only ever felt with him. you curl your lips in on each other to disguise your growing smile. the shyness hits your body all at once and you’re at a loss for words.

“is it not my job to give the kind people resources and knowledge they’ve lost over the years? if they’re going to rebuild their village, they should be properly equipped. i am sharing my land, after all.” adrian gathers you into his lap, sweeping the fabric of your long nightgown out of the way and smoothening it out.

the silence is palpable and never-ending. it’s prompting a response, one that you’re nearly obliged to give.

“well . . ., yeah.” your press the palm of your hand against your lips in an act of both defiance and guilt. you’re wrong and you know you’re wrong. you don’t need an old vampire to explain it to you.

his fingers dance along the silk, sliding the fabric along your thighs. it brings a subtle chill down your spine and prickles goosebumps on the surface of your skin. “yeah. so this tantrum you’re experiencing, it’s unreasonable. will you allow me ten minutes? please?”

there’s a moment where you consider saying no. the pretty little thoughts in your head whir and whir with the possibilities. saying no and what? he’d listen? adrian is a bit of pushover but he’s not dense. he wouldn’t do everything your heart desires. of course, you could always agree and end up alone, ignored, and pushed aside. you’re pursing your lips again, already ready to voice your opinions but your words get caught in your throat.

you’re choking on them when the same fleeting fingers are hiking up the hem of your dress, skimming along your inner thigh. sneaky badtard he is, using unfair advantages.

“adrian,” you mewl, grasping at his forearm in an attempt to stop him from progressing. “it’s unfair.”

he simpers, his attention delving into the many words floating on the stiff paper bound together by string and a cover. “you poor thing.” adrian’s fingers hike further and further until they’re ghosting over your clothed clit, throbbing in anticipation.

“can’t sit still for even a moment. should i give you something to whine about?” adrian flicks the book closed with one fluid motion of your wrist. it snaps and becomes a desolate memory in the back of your mind.

there’s a warble that builds in your throat when the pads of his tips move your panties aside and become busy in your sticky cunt. your chest rises and falls with each breath.

any thought you’ve previously had is ripped from your brain when your eyes meet adrien’s. they’re narrow, smirky, and knowing, watching your every move.

you stay like that, seated on his lap and entranced by those amber shaded eyes and perfectly at his disposal, rolling through the pleasure as it comes.

I ALL THE THINGS I'VE SHOULD DONE• 🔅

Alucard x reader

Summary: You are pregnant with your first born with Alucard and he has been overprotective over you, but during one night he a jerk tries to assault you. Alucard and your friends kick his ass.

Warnings: angst, SA mentions, abortion mentions, violence, jealousy at Greta, pregnancy, crying (but ends up with fluff), my bad grammar and text similar to a 12 years old's writting fanfic (english is not my first language) and bad dialogues.

Note: month of the three milks is may in medieval calendar, puiuţ is a nickname romanian parents call their babies and it means baby chicken. Most of the titles of my fics are based on Kate Bush's songs or song quotes. This one is taken from This Woman's Work

You were so excited taking care of Sypha and Trevor's baby. With his mother's big blue eyes and his father's jet hair, he was the cutest thing in the world. Everyday, your heart beated faster to the thought of having a child of your own with Adrian; a little baby to light up your lives and bring joy to that enormous castle again, but it took months for you to start trying for it. There are too many children around, the village orphans would be jealous if we had a baby. You would squash off the idea to yourself with a silly excuse. Actually, you feared having a child would have a reverse effect. Alucard was still mentally fragile and you rememberer his breakdown nights, where he wouldn't close his eyes to sleep until the sunrise. But one day it happened, and when it happened you and Adrian couldn't contain the happiness, though your hearts were still full of doubts.

Immediatly you started to work on your unborn's room, asking the villagers carpenters to reform Adrian's childhood bedroom and redo the furniture just like the way he remebered, since it all was destroyed during that last fight. All except that little wolf plushie which you storaged in the wardrobe. Alucard was surprised when you, after the nursery was finally finished and you both were decorating it with paintings and toys Adrian crafted himself, came in with the plushie and placed it over the little crib. He could feel a tear forming into his eye in that very moment.

"H-how did you..."

He stuttered, holding the toy almost as if he was checking out to see if it was the original one. You chuckled and said:

"I kinda stole from you so many days before Trevor had his hero moment. It was too cute to stay all dusty and forgotten in a wooden box. What is his name, by the way?"

Alucard sniffles the toy for a while, it smells like childhood. Like comfort. Smells like a time that will never come back, but he is happy it will belong to his child now. For that, new memories will be builden up. He finally answers, sitting on the small bed with you and caressing the toy's fluffy head.

"Lupi"

The dhampir smiled as his eyes wandered across the bedroom: it was exactly like he remembered. With his drawing skills, it was easy to picture everything in paper and intruct the carpenters.

After two long years, the village was finally built. Settled in the Belmont ground, it was full of small but cozy houses, a small fair, and a graveyard to honor their lost members. They were grateful for everything, and for that they decided to make a big celebration, in the day of their protector saint, Sara Kali, who is also the protector of pregnant women, for the exhiled and despaired ones as well.

You, Alucard and your friends were invited to such a beautiful moment, since you four had a big role in providing that people comfort and protection during and post the nightcreatures attacks.

It was 24 in The Month Of the Three Milks and you were 5 months pregnant. At first, Alucard was a little hesitant about attending at the festival; besides he cherishes the comunity so much, he feared you made too much effort or that all of these sounds, scents and feelings would be overwhelming to you. In his core, he wanted to go of course, but your safety was more important.

"Are you sure, my darling? You need to rest, you and the baby. Greta and the others will understand if you don't attend"

He tenderly argues, placing a hand on your waist as you look for a proper dress to use in the occasion in your big wooden wardrobe.

"Adrian,"

You drop the pieces of clothes to cup his cheeks, his amber droopy eyes looking towards yours as you explain. How could you take that pouty face of his seriously in that moment? You contain a chuckle.

"I am fine. My sickness doesn't affect me anymore, and some fresh night are will be good for me. You worry too much"

Adrian looks down presses his hand over your growing bump, trying to feel the child. He's been obsessed with it, constantly asking you if his puiuţ, as he constantly reffers to your baby is awaken and active.

"They are quiet this afternoon, my love."

You answer, placing your hand over his colder one. He says nothing, thinking about the festival and if taking you was a good idea until he breaks the silence:

"Let's find you a dress to wear, i will do your hair"

Your eyes light up, filling his heart with joy. Alucard adores to see you smile and beam with happiness, specially now that your mood changes so frequent. Any wrong word can cause an endless angst in this sensitive head of yours. He doesn't complain, though. After all you did for him in those dark gloomy nights, is not just his duty but also his wish to take care of you.

The two of you mess around your clothes, trying to find anything that feels comfortable enought for you to wear all night long. You try this, try that, but all of your formal gowns feel tighter and constraining around your stomach. Trying the last one with no success, you leave a deep sigh and plop yourself on the bed, laying with your limbs spread:

"Alright. Forget it. I accepted my fate: we are not going to the festival."

Though you had a silly smile in your face, Adrian could tell you were very upset with the fact no dress could fit you propperly now, and standing up in silence while looking at your hopeless expression, he takes a hard decision. Entering or seeing his parents' personal objects was a challenge he has been avoiding for two years. That's why most of them were gifted to the people from Danesti. They shouldn't be in there storaging must and moths. He gave it all, except some.

"Actually, i think there are still some dresses that belonged to my mother when she was pregnant. My father kept her belongings, and i couldn't get rid of them yet"

The joyful expression returns to your face as Alucard gives the problem a solving, you quickly sit up again and smile excitedly at him. For a while, you wonder why he kept exactly his mother's pregnancy dresses. Was it because he already planned everything? He could have given them to Sypha years ago. But you don't question it, you just nod and stand up, holding his hands.

"Thank you, Adrian. But you don't have to do it, if it's too hard to see her things again."

He gently shushes you, raising your hand and placing a wet kiss over it and ressuring he would be alright. Adrian tells you to stay in your bedroom while he looks into an old wooden chest, containing some of his parents' remaining belongings.

Minutes after, he cames in with a beautiful red dress, larger in the stomach and breasts part. It's oppulent silk bounces as he moves smoothly, placing it over the bed.

"Here. Try it on. I might do some adjusts on it's sleeves or cleavage if you want me to. We still have time"

He smiles at you, and standing up, you grab it to try on as he said. You inspect it's fabric, the dress has a slight musty scent due to all of these years it spent untouched, but it's alright. You quickly slip off your undergarments and put the dress on. Alucard expectates for the final result, arms crossed and eyes wandering across you changing body. It looks so beautiful, like a goddess of fertility.

"It feels tight in the arms"

You raise up your limbs, proving your point. The long sleeves restrict your movements. Lisa had a more slender figure, you guess, so it would really feel tighter in some of your body parts. Alucard approaches you, adjusting some pieces of the fabric and turning you around to check out the clothing

"I can cut them for you, my dear"

The solution comes without hesitation and you are surprised. He would modify his mother's relics just because of you. The hesitation came from your part

"Do you really mean that? Love, this belonged to your mother"

He playfully scoffs and lifts up the silky hem of the gown, helping you to take it off so he could make the necessary adjusts

"If there was something my mother was not attached to, was material wealth. Plus, it's for the wife of her son i am doing that. Don't you worry, it's just a dress"

Adrian removes the dress from you completly and with the lines and needles, he starts to work on the sleeves as you sit on the bed, waiting for it to be finished.

One hour and a half later, your dress is finally adjusted and fits perfectly. Now, you two should take a shower, get perfumed and elegant for the event so important to your friends of the village.

Adrian does your hair as promised: he braids it and finishes with a ribbon matching the color of your dress. He ties your shoes and you help him folding the hem of his trousers. Now passing through the giantic doors of the castle, you two head to where the festival would be settled.

Arms interlocked and faces enlighted by the rising full moon light, you catch a sight of Sypha and Trevor sitting on a wooden bench, their son Simon is running around with the other kids.

"He is already running. Years ago this boy was just a..."

Words fail with excitement, seeing your nephew toddling and interacting with other children. Alucard completes the phrase, placing a hand on your bump.

"A little bean. Just like our baby. Soon, he or she will be joining them. Ooh, it seems like he is sticking a frog into his mouth!"

As Alucard finishes, you can see from a afar, Sypha rushing to stop the toddler of eating a frog. You giggle, already imagining the adaptations in the castle you and Adrian shall do to prevent your own kid to hurt themselves.

Trevor see you two approaching and, taking a large sip of his ale, he places the cup aside, facing you two.

"Hey, i thought you two wouldn't even come. Y/N, you have to try this ale. This shit is a drop from heavens!"

By his tone, you could tell your friend was already drunk. Alucard intervines with a calm, yet slightly sarcastic tone, cracking his whip:

"You are not trying to make my pregnant wife drink alcohol, are you, Belmont?"

"I forgot this detail"

He snorts, shrugging and turning his attention back to his beloved ale. Since Simon was born, Trevor and Sypha had made a promise he would never drink again, but today is a special occasion so they gave it a break. Talking about Sypha, she returns to the place, holding the willful Simon on her hip and smiling as she spots you and Alucard.

"I can't keep an eye off from this boy, it's like he is the exact copy of his father. I can't keep an eye off of him as well. Trevor, you are already drunk?"

She places her free arm on her hip, facing the sitting man who denies it, with his clearly intoxicated tone.

"Gods, i don't know why but i still love you that it hurts!"

She chuckles, sitting by her husband's side and releasing Simon from her arms before she finally talks to Alucard and you.

"Your bump is already so big, my dear Y/N! Bigger than last week. Please, cherish this moment, becsuse after that you will deal with back pains and ankle soreness due to this little human growing in there"

Sypha looks tenderly at your belly jutting against the red silk of your dress, and then at her own son who rushes to "uncle Lulu", as he calls your husband.

"But it's all worthy."

You were so excited by seeing your friends that didn't even paid attention to the festival decoration. It was beautiful, full of colors and good scents comming from the food. The women wore their traditional clothes, children ran around the big fire settled in the middle. The tawny moon enlighted everything, making the scenary even more breathtaking. Alucard conduces you to sit over the bench and accomodates himself by your side as well.

"What do you think, love?"

He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek

"Beautiful. I love how their people, even after so many troubles and distress, found a way to put everything together"

The food scent was inviting, you spot a plump old lady holding a large plate of something you judged to be sarma, placing it over the large table along with other food. An increasing desire starts to take over you, and Alucard notices your fixated gaze. He chuckles, placing a hand on your belly before standing up.

"Are you two hungry? Stay here, i will get some food. Will you guys want something as well?"

He looks at Sypha who shakes her head, and at Trevor who says nothing but a grunt that Alucard reads as a no. You watch your dhampir walk graciously towards the table abundant with food, greeting the people as he approaches it. Resting your elbow on your knee and your chin on your palm, you don’t notice how head over heels you are until he comes back holding a bowl and speaking to you so sweetly:

“Here, my dear. It’s still warm”

Alucard sits by your side and you glance at the bowl full of sarma; a meal made of cabbages and stuffed with meat and rice, a typical dish of the people from Danesti. He grabs a forkful and takes it towards your mouth, waiting for your approval. You chew up the bite, the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alucard’s smile increases when you leave a satisfied groan and nod your head. He places the bowl on your lap, allowing you to occasionally feed him as you two chat with Sypha.

Some children from the village spot you sitting in there and rush towards the bench. As expected, they were quite excited about the baby on the way, always competing between them to touch your bump and feel their new “sibling”. After all those little ones passed through, you were happy to see them play around. You see in their faces, the future of that community like flowers blooming after a long winter.

“mother, mother!”

A little girl grabs the hem of your silky dress, trying to get you attention and climb up to your lap, followed by other three kids who fight for their places. Noticing the mess they could make, Alucard grabs the bowl you hold and tries to calm down the hectic little ones.

“Woah, woah, calm down, Delia, Elek. Let your mother breath.”

He adverts the two sassiest ones with his firm wet warm tone, gently pulling them away as they chitter.

“But father Alucard, I want to feel the baby!”

They argue and you can’t resist to their pouty faces, sensitized by your mood changes you intervene into Alucard’s rebuke, accepting their little excited hands to touch your bump. Your husband doesn’t protest back, he knows how stubborn you are and how these children love you, but as you allow Delia to climb up onto your lap, he can’t help but feel apprehensive the girl would make too much pressure over your belly. You can see the disappointed expression in her face as she roams her palm around your stomach but isn’t able to feel nothing.

“The baby is sleeping now.”

You whisper, tilting up her little chin and smiling pacifically. Alucard admires your ability to calm down these children, always so patient and warm. Delia seems to understand the situation and climbs down from your lap, turning to her little friends and communicating the state of your baby. Still, the kids wouldn’t give up and keep fighting for your attention. Alucard knows that gently pushing them away wouldn’t do much good and gives up, so he lets it be. Sypha, noticing your discomfort calls one the children’s name and says:

“why don’t you take little Simon to play around a little, Delia? Hey, but don’t allow him to eat any frog!”

She adverts as the little girl gives up on pesting you and quickly takes your nephew’s hand, guiding him off from Sypha’s lap.

“nor any cricket or moth!”

“Alright, aunt Sypha!”

The small group of children leaves the four adults alone, in a mass of giggling and screaming mess. You can breathe finally, laying your head over Alucard’s shoulder and watching them move away, secretly hoping your baby takes after you and your husband, and doesn’t come to be so hectic like their future peers. Chatting with your friends about your adventures and about parenthood, most of the conversations end up with mocking Trevor. You guys are really taking advantage of his intoxicated state to make fun of him. The weather is pleasant and the crackling fire sounds relax you.

You hate it, but a snort leaves your throat when one of the children approach again, rushing towards Alucard this time at least. The little boy has in his face the expression of the messenger of a king, and speaks while panting, leaving Alucard slightly worried. You fear something bad has happened, as well.

“father Alucard, Greta wants to talk to you.”

The request was not urgent or a life or death case, but the woman’s name has sent you some discomfort into your heart. It’s not like you hate Greta: she is not as close as Sypha is to you, but she is still a friend and you recognize the importance she has to the community, yet you can’t help but feel insecure whenever she is around. Even though it’s been two years since you and Adrian are together, even though you are pregnant with his child.

The blonde man places a quick kiss on your cheek, swearing he will come back as soon as possible and stands up, guided by the child towards the house Greta awaits for him. You observe him adjusting the collar of his shirt as he approaches, and you see Greta come out through the door. Even from meters afar, you notice and admit how gorgeous she looks in that traditional dress, her dark hair and bronze skin glowing under the moonlight, and the wind seems to bring her perfume to you. Almost if it was teasing your jealousness and provoking your feelings.

The leader greets Alucard with a tight hug and in this moment your heart slightly sinks. Ruminating about their possible conversation topic, you convince yourself she is just thanking him for the support he offered during these two years, and not complimenting his beautiful amber eyes or his soft blonde locks you combed yourself. She drags him to inside the small house, followed by other two villagers.

Your fists close, you start to bounce your leg in anxiety and Sypha who is much an observer, places her hand gently on yours and leans in, looking at you with tenderness:

“Y/N, calm down. He is going to talk to the elder ones. You have nothing to worry about. Greta isn’t stealing your man.”

She speaks in a laid-back tone, softly caressing your hand. You turn to face your friend but you can’t contain the concerned expression. Sypha chuckles a bit, not mocking at you, but finding your feeling extremely valid. You protest:

“I-I am not jealous, Sypha. I just---“

You can’t find better words to describe your feeling, so you just give in to Sypha’s moral lesson.

“You are jealous, Y/N. I can tell it by the pout in your face. But you know what? That’s completely understandable, dear friend. You are going through a lot of changes all over your body, it’s pretty normal.”

She leans in a little more and whispers in tone of secret:

“when I was pregnant, i argued with Trevor about anything. Even ale itself made me feel jealous of him”

Your friend takes your hand once again and continues:

“what you need to know, is that Alucard loves you no matter what. It wasn’t Greta who held him every night when his nightmares tormented him. It wasn’t Greta who took care of him at his lowest, my dear. Adrian loves you and he doesn't hide it"

You know Sypha meant every word, but why did you feel like Alucard would eventually get tired of you? Why did you think Greta would charm him with her strong sense of leadership and athletic phisique? You try to focus on something else ignoring the burning jealousy increasing and consuming your brain and on Sypha's trying to cheer you up.

You finally see Alucard step out from the cabin he entered with the leader of the village, his beautiful face beams with happiness as he chats something unhearable. Greta pulls him closer to where other young women beautifully dressed in those tradicional patterns organize themselves to start the dancing, he is probably greeting them.

The young men start playing the instruments, and the ladies dance in the rhythm. Seeing your husband idly moving his shoulders, you expect for the worst to happen. Greta takes him by his hand and starts teaching him how to move smoothly like the dancers, twirling around and expecting him to do the same. Adrian doesn't give a single glance at where you are sitting, he seems to be hypnotized by the moment.

You stand up and feel Sypha's tight grip on your wrist. You look down at her as she asks softly:

"Where are you going"

"I need to pee"

You force a smile and even if it was your intention, Sypha knew you were distancing for other motive. But she doesn't intervene, though. She just releases your wrist and focus on Trevor who seems to be in an alcoholic catalepsy by her side.

You walk towards the latrine behind the village, holding up the hem of dress so it wouldn't get stuck in the ivies underneath. Leaning against the wooden thin wall of the cabine, you feel an increasing heat take over your face and thick tears drop down from your eyes. The music of the festival sounds distant, but you can hear the people's laughing and cheering.

The crickets and night birds seem to be the only spectators of your breakdown until you hear a hoarse, unfamiliar voice approaching you.

"Why are you crying, beautiful lady?"

You pull up your head from the wall, turning to where the voice comes. The light of a torch reveals the silhouette of a man who limps towards you, speaking in an alcohol intoxicated voice.

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be here, all alone. Did you know the nightcreatures are still around?"

He laughs in a mischevious tone, spitting on the ground. Getting closer and closer, he sees your face and his eyes widen up, a smirk forms again in his face:

"Are you the dhampir's wife?"

You've never seen that man at the village, he has been here due to the festival, you guess. You gulp, shortly nodding your head:

"Y-yes, mister."

The man stays in silence for a while, his eyes roaming through your body like he he was chosing a piece of meat until they linger on your belly.

"You are pregnant! You are carrying that evil's seed! Your husband's race only brought disgrace to this land. This thing you carry in your womb is cursed, it has a cursed blood just like it's genitor. You are nothing but catter for that demon to spread his offspring"

Your heart sinks at the tone he speaks to you, his intoxicated breath stinging in your nose as he approaches. You can't move, your body freezes as he says:

"I will put an end on it"

He completes with a sly grin, spitting on the ground again:

"And insert mine inside this pretty belly of yours"

You try to run, but the man grabs you by your middle and starts to run his filthy hands across your cleavage. Where is Alucard? You stood with him during this thundery years and when you need him most, he is entertaining himself with Greta. You fear for your child as the man's fingers press deeper against your skin.

"If you screm, it's gonna be worse. They can't hear you"

The man whispers and all you can do is whimper.

All the while, Sypha watches the movement of people, the colors of the dancers' dresses twirling and the instruments sounds echoing to inside the forest. It's been 5 minutes and you didn't came back. She fears leaving you alone was a bad idea.

Her attention turns to Alucard who after chatting with the villagers and receiving their grateful compliments, happily heads to the bench eager to reunite with you. His face drastically changes noticing only Sypha (and a dozing off Trevor) are in there.

"Where is Y/N?"

He asks the woman, a concerned expression in his face, and he could see a slight frown or worry in Sypha's forehead, but she didn't want to alarm him by mentioning her concern.

"She went to the latrines minutes ago"

For a while, Alucard feels a little upset with your friend. She shouldn't have let you go on your own. He stays in silence for a while, deciding if he should go after you.

Your vision gets foggy by the tears, and you can't tell if the music stopped or you are just falling out of consciousness by the terror, but as the sounds of instruments finally fade completly, you scream in agony, hoping someone can hear you plead. Hoping Alucard could hear your plead.

Alucard's pupils shrink as he hears your recognizable voice and before Sypha could even ask him if he heard that too, he desappears in a figure darker than night, smoothly directing itself to where the sound of you came from. Sypha rushes after him, already closing her fists, ready to use her powers.

The drunken man slides his hand down to your womb, roughly pressing his thumbs onto your skin. You groan, tears falling down your cheeks. He is going to take the life of your so expected puiuţ.

The trees and people speed distorted as Alucard in his fog shape rushes in your rescue. His heart is filled with an unnatural rage, something he never felt before as he sees that filthy bastard hurting his beloved. Something similar to what his father might felt.

The dhampir materializes in front of the man, pushing him with anger against the stone wall of a house, the bastard couldn't even tell what was going on until he feels Alucard's piercering eyes, red as flames staring into his and his sharp fangs so close to his neck as he hisses like a serpent.

He was about to take his life when a sharp disc of ice cuts the bastard's skin. Alucard swiftly looks back and sees Sypha rushing towards you as you fall on your knees, sobbing. His attention then turns back to the man who feels the dhampir's fangs almost touching his throat.

"I am not marking this date so important for the villagers with your filthy blood. But get to know: if you touch my wife once again, i open your abdomen and wrap your guts around a tree with you alive."

This words doesn't seem to be spoken by your sweet Alucard. For a while, it feels like his father's anger for human kind took his mind and manifested phisically using his body.

He releases the drunk who limps florest inside and his eyes shift back to it's beautiful amber pigmentation, now filled with tears as he sees you broken on the ground attached to Sypha's shoulder, sobbing in shock.

"Shh... it's everything alright now, Y/N. He is gone"

Your friend rubs your back soothingly and helps you to stand up, but your arm never leaves hers until Alucard approaches, stretching his arms open to embrace you.

"Y/N! I am so sorry. I've failed you"

"H-he tried to kill our puiuţ..."

You whine and he rests his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter. He couldn't save his mother years ago, he couldn't save his father from his own madness. If he lost you to such an avoidable way, he couldn't forgive himself.

Sypha's heart sinks seeing her two friends in such a broken state. She hugs you both tightly and recomforts you, guiding you back to the festival.

No one of you including Trevor who was sleeping to the lullaby of alcohol had mood to continue in the village that night, going home was the only option. Your friends would sleep in the castle.

You didn't exchange a word way back to home until you silently opened the doors of your chambers and slowly slipped off from your dress. In the oval mirror, you could spot the two marks caused by the agressor's hands. A lump forms in your throat again, it's been q while since you don't feel your child, you fear the worst happened.

Alucard cames in, wrapping his arms around you though he hesitated for a while. He kisses your cheek and kneals down in front of you, pressing his ear against your belly.

"Can you hear it? The heartbeat... can you still hear anything?"

You speak, trying your best to not to cry being so aprehensive about his answer. He lingers a little, shifting his position and lowing down his breath.

"I can hear it."

He looks up at you, a sigh of relieve leaves your body.

"Our puiuţ is safe."

Alucard stands up after placing a kiss on your belly and wraps his arms around you, wiping away your relieved tears. You hug him tightly, sobs muffled by his chest and his tears fall over your hair as well.

"That was my fault"

You silently climb onto bed after calming down from the overwhelming night you had, and after minutes, he finally breaks the silence.

"It was my fault. If you or our baby got hurt, it would be my fault"

You didn't want to rub salt into the wound though you knew the incident was directly linked to the fact Alucard left you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you listen to his apologize.

"I should have known you would be pissed off with me because of Greta, but it was not my intention. Forgive me, darling. I promise i will never leave your side ever again"

He turns to face you with those droopy amber eyes, tears tangled between his long eyelashes and he blinks for them to follow their flow. You cup Alucard's cheek and gives him a ressuring smile. You couldn't be mad at him.

"Accepted"

Seeing Alucard have another breakdown was the last thing you wanted to see. He wraps his arms around you, hand resting on your belly like a shield as you sleep in a deep slumber, lulled by the wind knocking on the window.

──── 𝐀 𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: a commission for @ladybambivamp who was lovely to work with <3 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x OC 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.3k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, body insecurities

You bite the inside of your cheek as you look over the foundations of a new village from where you’ve returned with a basket in the crook of your arm from foraging out in the forest. There they stand at the top of the castle steps, each holding one side of the paper upon which the plans for the village are drawn out, sidled up to each other like a pair of lovebirds.

Greta’s so beautiful. She’s tall, gorgeous, strong, brave… Everyone around here looks up to her. And she makes Adrian smile so much. You march towards your destination, the very castle upon whose doorstep they are standing, as a pang of jealousy stings your chest. You swallow down the lump in your throat as you walk past them and head towards the kitchen within the castle to properly store away your findings. Adrian says something as you walk past and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or not but you don’t turn your head to check, not wanting to be around the two of them together when you’re stung with a betrayal that you have no right to feel. 

As you step inside, the warmth of the sun upon your back leaves, as does the pleasantly cooling breeze that had been whispering through your wavy hair. You get to work on storing away the mushrooms, berries and veggies accordingly as you try to think of anything other than Alucard. Though, that seems to have the opposite effect than intended and you end up being unable to think of anything but him. You nibble your bottom lip in worry over these feelings bubbling in you. You shouldn’t feel this jealous over him being so close to Greta; the two of you aren’t a couple, you’re nothing exclusive, even if you have been more flirty and vulnerable with him lately. 

You sigh and your thoughts drift off to the other night… you’d watched over dinner as he clearly had a difficult time in resisting drinking more and more wine. He’s been struggling a lot since having to kill his father and you’ve done all you can to support him through that. The two of you ended up in the study that he had been taught by his various tutors in. The same room in which he ended up crying on your shoulder as you soothed him and calmed him down. Much to your surprise, once he was finished crying, he had let out a soft sigh and laid on the carpet you’d been sitting on so he could rest his head in your lap. You’d taken to gently running your fingers through his silken-gold hair which seemed to further relax him and he buried his face against your belly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he let you just pet his hair. 

It’s just been the two of you since Trevor and Sypha left. The twins were a trial you overcame together and now the people of Danesti are making their new home right on your- his doorstep. You let out a sigh as you realise that these intimate moments between you and Adrian – the night stayed huddled up together in his father’s library reading books, the dances in halls as he toured you around the castle, the times he’s cried in your arms and you’ve buried your face in his hair to hold him close and hush him softly – they’ve all made you fall in love with him. Perhaps he might have fallen for you too if it were still just the two of you making this colossal castle a little less lonely together, but with Greta around, that nagging little part of your self-esteem that makes you insecure is reminding you that you don’t stand a chance with her around. 

As you leave the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and that insecurity increases tenfold. Your lips purse into a pout as you turn this way and that, knowing deep down that you’re not doing yourself any good. You’re fairly short and you’re not unaware that you’re a chubby girl. Beside Greta who’s tall, lean, subtly muscular, you feel foolish for letting your heart cling so tightly to your dear dhampir. You decide to walk away and busy yourself with chores for the rest of the day. 

✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩

That evening, you make your way to the kitchen as Adrian stands over the stove, cooking. Since Trevor and Sypha left, you cooked for him for a while as he struggled to deal with having killed his father and since he’s made his steady recovery, the two of you have taken turns cooking each night. Even with the people of Danesti now making their home on the doorstep, many of them in guest rooms or the castle foyer due to the new village not yet having enough homes, the two of you have kept up this little tradition. 

It helps to ease your mood a little, knowing you still have this with him, even if you’re now caught feeling like you’re losing a man who was never yours in the first place. You start to silently set the table all while stealing glances to him, the smell of mushrooms warmly filling the air. 

You always see Alucard’s hair before you see Alucard. It falls like spun gold around his shoulders, long and bright. He’s tall, towering so, and his shirt clings to the muscles in his back and shoulders. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, material cinching at the bottom of his biceps, revealing pale, elegant hands and the veins running up his forearms. 

He’s already heard you come in but now he looks over his shoulder to spot you sitting in silence, watching him. He smiles softly at you, hoping to ease whatever he’s noticed seems to be bothering you today. 

“How did foraging go today? It seems like you found a lot.” He comments, wanting to break the silence and get to the bottom of what’s causing your bad mood. It wasn’t lost on him how you seemed perfectly happy in the morning but in such a terrible mood when you returned, walking past him without even noticing how he was trying to get his attention; or outright ignoring him, he thinks. But Alucard holds you very dear to his wounded heart and would not like to think that you’d do such a thing to him. 

“Good, it was alright…” You say quietly. He frowns a little, your mood not seeming to lift. His lips purse in consideration for a moment as he plates up the mushroom ragu and sets your plate in front of you at the table you’ve set. Usually, Adrian sits opposite you when you eat together – it just makes it easier to talk and always seems appropriate – but today, he sits down beside you. He leans in close and you catch the soft scent of soap on his skin. He sets his hand between your shoulder blades. 

“Bambi… I thought we were closer than this. You can tell me if there’s something bothering you.” His voice is like thick honey and wine, like warm silks in cool air. He’s effortlessly captivating, seducing your insecurity and stubbornness enough for you to feel a lump build at the back of your throat, tears threatening to prick your eyes. You exhale a shaky sigh and cast a glance to those eyes that shine like suns, quickly losing your courage and looking away, down at the table, at your lap. You decide to broach the matter steadily, not plunging straight into how you truly feel about him. 

“We don’t spend as much time together as we used to… I know that we’re busier these days, that we’re doing good, we’re helping people… But, I don’t know…” You glance away. Alucard’s brows raise in a hopeful surprise upon hearing your words. He wasn’t aware that you had been feeling the decrease in time spent together as much as he had. 

“You miss me?~” He asks in a playful tone, leaning a little closer. You nod your head yes, being genuine. You’re already spending less time with him than the two of you used to and now you can’t help but fear that you’re going to lose him to Greta. You’re not sure that you will be able to stick around if you have to watch that. He drops the teasing the moment he realises that it isn’t helping and you’re genuinely feeling quite tender about this topic. “Hey…” He wraps an arm around you and gently neatens your wavy bangs, swiping his fingers gently through them. “Nothing’s going to change between us. We’re going to be here for each other, busy or not. We’re still here, aren’t we?” He gestures to the table, to your tradition of ending your days with dinner together. But his words have a double meaning that he doesn’t yet understand, one that plucks cruelly at your heartstrings. 

“I think that’s the problem…” His head rears back a little as he looks at you in confusion at your vague words. He had been comforting, hadn’t he? He thinks for a moment over what you said. 

“You… want something to change?” You nod your head and dare to look into his eyes again. His entire expression has softened, lips slightly parted to reveal a peek of the fangs that hide within his mouth. He then smiles and tilts his head, hair falling over one shoulder. The hand that had played with your hair now gently strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, admiring the contrast between his cool, pale skin and your pretty, warm tone. You feel your heart flutter in your chest, surprised at the affectionate gesture. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Because…” You trail off, beginning to feel silly now that you can practically see hearts in his eyes as he softly blushes, smiling down at you. “Because I see you and Greta together and-” 

“Greta isn’t you.” He cuts you off immediately. “She’s not the woman who was my angel when I needed one.” He tucks some hair behind your ear to better see your face, “Angels aren’t something a creature such as myself deserves but you were mine anyway.” His blush deepens as he realises just how that sounded, “Am I allowed to call you that? Mine.” 

“Don’t you want better?” You whisper, barely able to muster your voice. This seems to be going so well, too well even, and so your insecurity, your own demon upon your shoulder, just cannot let that be. “She’s so much prettier. Everyone looks up to her. She’s so tall and fit and-” 

“Bambi…” He almost looks hurt and shakes his head, “Don’t do that, don’t compare yourself to other people. I don’t want a Bambi who looks like a Greta, I want you as you are. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” You don’t know what to say and so you just shyly turn your eyes down, “You’re so cute, so soft, do you have any idea how often I’ve thought of that time where my head was in your lap? How much I’ve wanted to be so close to you again but have been so afraid that this isn’t what you want?” His fingers cup your chin and coax you to look at him. He gently leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your soft cheek, testing the waters with you. 

“Do you really think that?” You feel silly for asking considering he’s speaking in a tone like you’re the most revered being on the planet, delicate and sacred. But you can’t help but ask for further reassurance. 

“Of course I do. You’re everything, all I want; if you’ll have me.” He’s speaking quietly and his face is so close to yours now, breath fanning gently against your cheek. His words fill your belly with butterflies and your nose nudges against his, silently testing the waters. Neither of you are too hasty, unsure how well you’re both reading this situation and his lips graze featherly against yours. Your heart flutters in your chest, pounding in your ears and you wonder if he can hear it too, if even his inhuman heart has picked up in speed. 

You dare to slide one hand into his golden hair, feeling like gossamer between your fingers, and he reciprocates with an arm around your waist to tug you closer, chair scraping against the floor slightly. And that’s when you decide that one of you needs to break this tension and you press your lips to his ardently. He’s cool to the touch and eager, one long, chaste kiss lasting upon each other’s lips until it quickly bursts into something far more passionate. It almost feels like all this tension that’s been building up between you over the last few weeks has finally reached its brim and spilled over as your bodies sway with each other, trying to get as close to the other as possible even if there’s already no space left between you. He deepens the kiss and you shiver slightly at the way his fangs scrape ever so gently against your lips. They’re weapons, lethal ones, and yet he’s doing nothing more than kissing you, than loving you more than you ever thought he could, perhaps more than you ever could. 

When the two of you finally pull away for breath, he stays close to you, a hand cupping the back of your head as his forehead presses to yours and he looks down at you through lidded eyes beneath long, blond lashes. He smiles softly at the way your eyes glitter with such profound emotion and presses another peck to your mouth. 

“Now eat up or your food will get cold.” His familiarly teasing tone returns as he pulls away and picks up his fork, leaving you dumbfounded for a moment. It would seem some things change and others don’t. 

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Ey, hola! Espero que se encuentren bien, aquí estoy con algo nuevo y de temática Yandere con nuestro damphir favorito.

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Advertencias: menciones de desnudes, tocamientos no deseados, se hace mención de actividades +18 o adultas llegando al final de la lectura, Yandere Alucard, esto es ficción, no consientas estos actos en la realidad.

Título: Por los siglos de los siglos.

Resumen: Harto de vivir solo durante tantos años, Alucard decidió tomar a la pobre alma que había llegado a él, buscando ayuda, sin saber que buscar su ayuda, tendría como pago ser su compañera amada por el resto de los siglos.

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Dormir juntos se sentía tan pacífico, como una unión que no se podía describir, incluso después de hacer el amor sentir la piel del otro y el aura que desprendían por estar juntos era lo más placentero. Era una conexión única e indescriptible.

Pero…

Su unión no era como la clásica amorosa, dónde ambos se amaban tan fieramente, se entregaban sus vidas y almas en un juramento lleno de amor y fiereza por estar unidos.

No era como la de sus padres. 

La amaba tanto que su amor parecía una locura, una obsesión enfermiza y despiadada. Oscuro.

Alucard la quería con él, quería eso que tuvieron sus padres y amigos, aún después de vivir por muchos años y ver y conocer a tantas personas, estar solo no era maravilloso, ver las paredes del gran castillo era desesperante, él quería ver una nueva cara, sentir la compañía de alguien más, anhelaba tener intimidad con quién debería de ser su amante y sentir la felicidad juntos. Daría todo por, incluso, hacer las actividades más domésticas que hay en la vida.

Sin embargo, atormentado por sus demonios internos, la desesperación y el deseo que tanto pedía, lo llevó a meterte en su casa y volver su cautivo; fuiste tan inocente al confiar en él y no darte cuenta de sus intenciones profundas. Solo querías su ayuda para salvar a tu pueblo del acecho de unos vampiros, ¿Quién iba a decir que buscar su ayuda, tendría como pago ser su compañera amada? 

Sometida a sus deseos, ahora debías dejarle tocarte y amarte. El misterioso Alucard que había salvado innumerables veces al mundo, que hacía su deber por compasión y acto de amor a su madre perdida, había resultado ser diferente al de las historias que se contaban de generación en generación.

Llevando una de sus manos a tu mejilla, te hizo salir de tus pensamientos.

“Te amo, cariño, tú… ¿Tú me amas?”

Y aquí era donde tenías que responder a sus sentimientos, forzosamente.

“Sí, te amo.” Un amor de mentira, obligado. Sus ojos brillaron con deleite al oír tu respuesta.

Sabía que tus palabras no eran reales, pero ¡Qué felicidad y placer encontraba, cuando le decías lo que quería escuchar!

“E-Espera…” Trataste de detenerlo, en cuanto él se acercó a ti y te volvió a encerrar entre sus brazos y el colchón de la cama.

Sus labios bajaron a su cuello, besando, lamiendo y alabando los chupetones que había dejado horas antes, los filosos colmillos rasparon la piel delicada que encontraban, sus grandes manos llegaron a sus pechos, cubriendo la carne suave y sintiendo como se endurecen  esos pezones dulces que tanto ama, no podías evitar los suaves suspiros que dejabas escapar, Alucard sonrió, sabía cómo sacarte gemidos.

“Por favor, no… estoy cansada.”

“Por favor, sí.” Sus ojos brillaron con peligrosidad y supiste que no podías pararlo. Él ya estaba duro y dispuesto a tomarte. La punta dura y caliente pinchando sobre tu ombligo.

Sus facciones se volvieron completamente vampíricas provocando temor, las palabras finales de él firmando tu destino.

“Déjame amarte por el resto de los siglos.” 

Castlevania Masterlist

Started: 3/4/24

Last Updated: 3/14/24

Requests: Open

Alucard

-Feeding off the reader -Early Morning

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What I wont write: Pedophilia, suicide, extreme kinks, more than four characters in something (it just becomes too much), being drugged, drugging someone else, homophobia, or racism.

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Alucard feeding off the reader??

Content: Alucard x fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood, vampire feeding

Notes: You didn't specify gender, so I just went with a woman reader. Also apologize if this is ooc, this is my first time writing Alucard. I also got some devastating news about a family member halfway through this which may have clouded my judgement on if this was good enough to publish on the internet

You always liked Alucards fangs. The way they gleamed in the moonlight, the way he'd use them to scare enemies off, the way they'd flash at you when he smiled. He smiled a lot with you. He adored you.

Even after his friends left him, and those twins betrayed him, he found room in his heart to give you a chance, and it evolved into a beautiful relationship where he practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

Two lost souls come to find solace in each others arms, passionately loving each other until the end of time. Alucard felt his love for you grow with each and every day - and so at some point he vowed to never hurt you. That included feeding if he ever needed to, and you appreciated that.

Until tonight.

Alucard hadn't fed off of blood in so long, he began to dim. His normally bright yellow eyes now stuck to the floor, dulled and dark. His bright blond, wavy hair, stopped being washed. He felt sluggish and depressed. He knew not feeding wouldn't kill him, but it made him feel better. But he would never feed off of you, he told himself.

After seeing what no blood does to him, you offered your neck up to his fangs. He vehemently denied your suggestion, but gave in the more you insisted.

Now you lay helpless in your nightgown, your lover crawling over you. The moonlight shining through the window reveals his eyes to you, those dim yellow orbs telling a tale of concern. His hand moves under your chin and slots your head to the side, giving him better access. He looks at you one last time.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." You give him a smile.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he lowered his head and bit down anyway.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he drained your blood from you.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he pulled away, his brightness returned to him, and you winced as he pulled his fangs out of you.

Adrian fought himself the entire time he drained you of your blood, tried to reason with himself that there must be some other way. But Alucard reasoned that you wanted this, liked it even, and who was he to deny you of that?

He looked you over as he pulled away, his mouth and teeth smeared in your blood. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better." You joked, though you now felt weak.

"I'll go get us some things to clean this up with." Alucard carefully moved off of you. "I didn't take too much, did I?"

"No, no. Just grab a cloth or something before my blood gets on your bed." You shooed him off.

Alucard returned with a cloth, a bandage, and some water for you. He kissed you, wiped up the blood and kissed the wound, then carefully put a bandage over top to make sure it didn't bleed anymore. He handed you the water for you to drink, and then climbed into bed with you.

"I love you." He mumbled into your ear.

"I love you too." You set the water down on the table next to the bed, laid with him, and slept the night away.

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Early morning

Content: Adrian “Alucard” Tepes x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m on phone so apologies if the format is weird.

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Every morning, Adrian gets up and makes you a splendid breakfast, complete with a coffee brewed with love. He knows how you like your breakfast, how you like your coffee. He’s spent so much time with you, he gets it to a T.

Even when he’s worn out from helping nearby villages fend off from night creatures, he still manages to make you comfortable. Never takes time for himself, no matter how much you may beg and plead.

Finally, his body caves in. He’s fast asleep by the time you wake up one morning, and you decide to make him comfortable. Slipping out of bed, making sure not to wake him, you ran to the kitchen to start preparing his breakfast.

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Alucard woke up without you next to him. His nightgown twisted around his legs and his skin felt hot. He had been under the covers for too long. Getting out of bed, his nightgown reaching past his knees, he opted to change before meeting you wherever you were. He guessed the kitchen.

He gasped. The kitchen! Breakfast! Hurriedly, he put on black pants and a white blouse before rushing to the kitchen. He wanted to start on your breakfast right away - you must be starving!

To his surprise, you were already in the kitchen, his apron on you, spatula in hand, and pan sizzling. He stopped. You were cooking. For him.

“Hi honey, how’d you sleep?”

“…Fine. What’s all this?”

“Well I hope it was more than fine, you slept for a while!” You grinned. “More than you have in a long time.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I did, I-“

“Adrian, stop. Let me take care of you for once.” You placed a hand on his chest. “I made eggs, sausage, and I’m working on the pancakes.”

“Need any help?” Alucard offered.

“No, you just sit down. I made you some coffee for you to sip on.” You reached over and grabbed a cup off of the coffee machine, quickly added what he liked and handed it to him with a smile.

Adrian reflected your smile, and moved to sit at the table. While your back was turned to him, he took a sip of the coffee. It…had an interesting taste. One that made his face scrunch up in disgust. He put it down and tried his hardest not to chuck it out of one of the windows behind him.

When you presented breakfast to him, admittedly he was a little hesitant. If your coffee was anything like it, he was scared. But when he bit into the pancake, he was surprised to find it perfectly fluffy. The sausage had the perfect amount of char on them, with brown insides. The eggs were perfectly scrambled, though its hard to screw up scrambled eggs. But the seasoning was on point.

As he was chowing down on the food, you were watching with admiration. “So I take it you like it?”

“Yes, darling. It is exquisite.”

You giggled and reached over and took a sip of his coffee. Your own face distorted in disgust. “Eugh! I can’t believe I made you drink this, I’m so sorry hon.”

“I don’t mind.” He minded.

“Maybe I should leave the coffee making to you…” You sigh dejectedly.

“You okay?” Adrian asked.

“I just wanted the breakfast to be perfect.” You put your head in your hand.

“It is perfect. One small, bad thing isn’t going to ruin this moment, my love.” He put a hand on your shoulder. “This breakfast is perfect already, because it was made by the person I love most.”

You look up at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

You grin again, lean in and kiss him. “Eat up, Lulu, we have plenty more.”

“Are you going to eat?” Adrian asked.

“I will, after you’ve had your fill.”

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