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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story where Adrian goes to the modern world with the female reader at end of the season 4 of castlevania?

I don't know if you do modern AUs or not. So if you don't, then please make a post saying that you don't.

I love your writing style and i want to request something. 🙂 I hope you have a wonderful day or night. 💓💓💓

alucard x reader!modern au <3 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

a/n: someone requested a modern au alucard so this ties together, ill still answer that request in a head canon style! this takes place in a nicer version of our world! i didn't specify where they were exctly but think somewhere in europe, something familiar to alucard. reader uses that thing that saint germain did to travel through worlds.

It's been a few months since the event of the monstrosities that occurred in the world of Castlevania. Where you met the love of your life, Adrian. A handsome dhampir from that sad world of death and fear. The two of you lived in a quaint village, the cottage you shared with Adrian was cozy and comfortable for the two of you.

"I can't believe you convinced me to come to a new world with you. It still feels unreal to me, that a place so calm as this could exist for someone like me," Adrian said as he sat on the soft-cushioned sofa in front of the fireplace. The wood crackling the only sound in the room. His long sword displayed above it; he stared up at it.

"I'm so happy to be here with you though. and I'm so glad you were brave enough to come here. You deserve a little peace after everything that happened. Don't you think?" You looked over at him, he wore white fluffy slippers, and you couldn't help but smile at how cute he looks. His long hair flowing down his back, it's grown a couple inches, and you love the length of it now.

"Yes, I do enjoy all of the technology you have. I won't be using what you call a 'phone' though," he looked over at you with a grin.

You smiled at his response "It's not something you need anyway, just another silly human creation. I do know you love all of the science and medicine we have, and I know you love going to the bakery and eating cakes and other treats with me," you said with love in your eyes, his pretty gaze met yours.

You knew Adrian was still getting used to his new normal you knew he'd miss his friends and you promised him he could always go back whenever he wanted to visit. You loved seeing him happy though. Exploring new things together, like bookstores, shopping together, baking, and other amazing things. Adrian loved it to.

"I do love all of the delicious things that have been invented. Although they may not be so good for me to eat all of the time."

He leaned his head on your shoulder, and you reached down to grab his hand. Happy to see him happy.

Kinktober Day 13: Blindfolds(I'll do anything, to make you...)

warnings/kinks: mentions of past trauma, blindfolds, dhampir related things, biting, blood sucking, unprotected sex, boobplay word count: 1.3k pairings: Alucard Tepes x Fem!Reader teaser: “Such a pretty girl,” he mutters against your skin, his fangs grazing your hip bone. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic. @butterflieskeepcominback.

The idea alone was crazy, but you were so sure it would help him if he would agree to it. After everything Alucard has been through, you wouldn’t be surprised if he were to get angry and send you away for even suggesting something like this. But the more you thought about it, the more it became clear that something like this could just help him ease through some of that trauma.

You didn’t want to make him upset. You wanted him to feel loved and cared for. The idea of introducing blindfolds into the bedroom was just another way to get him to fully trust someone again. You began to think of all the ways you would be able to give him such mind blowing pleasure this way.

It’s after dinner one night that you finally gain the courage to mention your idea. Alucard and you are sitting in one of the comfortable reading rooms drinking some red wine. He’s reading to you while you sit on his lap. You’re nervous but you know you really want to share this idea with him.

“Alucard…Adrian,”

He looks at you and smiles softly. He knows you usually want something whenever you call him Adrian. There’s a moment of silence before he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“What is it, my darling?” He murmurs against your skin.

You look down at your lap, “I had…an idea. I was wondering if you’d like to indulge.”

He cocks his head to the side, “indulge? In what, my love?”

You swallow hard. This is the most difficult part. You know that you’re not going to get a better chance than this but you also don’t want to offend your lover either. He’s the one you love the most and you know what he’s been through, especially when it comes to having intimate moments.

“I was thinking about doing something different in the bedroom,” you swallow hard again. “I was wondering if you’d let me blindfold you and—”

“No.”

His response was so clear and it took you aback. You knew better than to push the issue, but you wanted to see if maybe you could make this work.

“I know that you’re scared, and you have every right to be. So I wondered if maybe you’d want to do it to me instead,” 

He considers your compromise. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you but he’s just so afraid of all those traumatizing memories to come flooding back and to make him so uneasy that he wouldn’t be able to finish the act of making love.

“Is this something you truly want?” He asks, a curious look in his eyes.

You give him a soft smile, “I’d love to explore this facet of intimacy with you.”

And with that, he takes your hand and gets you to lead him into the bedroom. There the lighting is dim and the bed is inviting. You aren’t sure where this is going to lead to, but you’re more than happy to let Alucard take the reins. 

He pushes you gently onto the bed and straddles you, making you giggle softly. The sound of your laughter is something that soothes him so much. Alucard then leans in to kiss you passionately, his hair covering the both of you like a curtain. It feels so sensual like this. He’s never felt this excited, despite the fact that your idea frightened him in so many ways. Your kisses become even more heated, and Alucard begins rutting against you.

“Let me blindfold you first. It’ll show me that I can truly trust this sort of situation.”

You don’t hesitate to agree to this. You want him to feel completely in control of the situation. So before he blindfolds you, he decides to slowly undress you. With every piece of clothing pulled off your body, Alucard teases the exposed body parts with his tongue and fangs.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mutters against your skin, his fangs grazing your hip bone.

Once you’ve got only your underwear on, this is when he decides to use the silk scarf to blindfold you. He makes sure you’re comfortable before he pulls away completely. You whine so softly at the loss of contact, but this only makes Alucard even more excited and aroused.

He strips himself, leaving himself bare to you. But a chuckle falls from his lips when he realizes you aren’t even able to admire his naked form. He crawls onto the bed, teasing you with his hands. They hover over your skin, causing the hair to stand on end.

“Adrian, please…”

Your words are so honeyed and sweet as they fall from your plump lips. Alucard smirks at just how pitiful you look. To a predator like him, this has to be one of the most exciting moments. He knows he’d never do anything to truly hurt you, but knowing you’re a little helpless without one of your most important senses excites him. But he also knows that it’ll be so much more arousing this way for you to feel him teasing you.

His long and graceful fingers ghost over your skin once more before he leans in to give you a passionate and hungry kiss. Your teeth clash together as your tongues rub and roll together. Alucard then spreads your thighs, making you gasp. He chuckles darkly before letting his lips hover over your pulse point on your neck.

“Such a horny little thing,” He comments as one of his fingers presses against your clothed clit.

You buck up into his touch, so desperate to feel even more. He’s loving every moment of this. It’s so much more feral and needy with you without your eyesight. You’re just a slave to all this pleasure.

The sweet sounds that come from you when he pulls your panties off and he begins rubbing your clit are so whiny. Alucard feels his cock throbbing with every whimper and whine. Then he proceeds to slowly kiss a trail down your body.

He stops at your breasts, cupping them together and pressing his face between them to smell your sweet musk. He begins sucking on one of the nipples before giving the other one equal treatment. And before you can wrap your brain around this amazing pleasure, Alucard sinks his fangs deep into your breast.

“Ah!” You cry out, reaching down for his head. You had no idea he’d be doing something like this, but it turns you on like nothing else.

Alucard drinks his fill, enjoying the sweetness of your blood. When he’s done, he continues his trail of kisses. Then he spreads your thighs even more, loving the way your cunt is pulsing around nothing. You look even more delicious now. He then presses one finger deep inside of you, watching as your mouth opens wide as you let out the cutest moan.

“I should blindfold you more often,”

You nod your head desperately, hoping that he’ll always be treating you to this kind of torture. It’s so pleasurable and to think you wanted to blindfold him. With the way he keeps pumping his finger in and out of you with precise expertise, you know you’ve made no mistake with letting him reverse the rolls. You’re panting and moaning as the pleasure keeps building. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening. Your walls are clenching and clamping down on the long digit.

“Cumming! ‘M Cumming!”

Alucard has half a mind to pull away, but he’s too taken by your beauty. It’s so sexy to see you get off like this. As the pleasure washes over you, he watches you carefully. He doesn’t let up his ministrations either, just allowing you to ride out this very intense high.

When he does eventually pull away, he takes off your blindfold so you can watch him suck your juices off his finger.

“You are a good little pet, you know that?”

adrian and you losing your virginity to each other. its so awkward and your both very shy and a little nervous (awe!) he definitely does his best to make it good for you even though he’s a bit nervous haha. he checks in on you—asks if he’s hurting you, he’s so gentle and hhh when you both get the hang of it there’s definitely some shared tears of happiness

alucard x pregnant!reader thoughts 🌷

a/n: tw for pregnancy , body changes

• Alucard cries when you tell him you’re expecting, in his heart he knew you were pregnant but he was in denial about it. When your cycle hadn’t come for a few moons you spoke with him that you were most certain you were pregnant. He cries, the thought of being a father too much for him in the moment. He cried when he sensed you with child but hearing you say it pulled at his heart strings.

• Will cook you any strange foods that you’re craving! “what are you in the mood for today sweetheart?” He loves touching your belly, I think he would be able to hear the babes’ heartbeat too. So at night when you’re fast asleep, he has a hand on your belly. Listening closely to the faint second heartbeat within you.

• He goes through his mother’s textbooks and tries to find any notes she had about pregnancy. Considering that she was pregnant with a vampire, she had quite a lot of information. Notes about cravings, swelling, mood changes, when the babe will start kicking, and etc. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible and wants to be well informed on what to expect.

• He is there for you through all of the cramping and pains you have. Feet and legs swollen? He will massage you and make sure that your feet are propped up to help reduce any swelling. He makes sure you’re cool and comfortable. Adrian also gets you some new clothing with fabrics that will suit your growing belly, while staying comfortable.

• “You’re so beautiful, you’re going to be wonderful. I can’t wait to meet them.”

• Stays up with you whenever you’re restless, he will read to you, bring you some calming teas, and cuddle with you, a hand on your belly.

• He is well aware of the changes youre going through, you’re carrying his angel and he couldn’t be more proud of you. Adrian would also lift your belly up for you whenever you’re feeling a little heavy, offering you some relief.

• Is understanding of your mood changes, if you get a little bit snippy with him he will understand and give you space. He understands the importance of how your hornones are changing, and he never takes anything you say personally.

• He wouldn’t dare make you climb up any steps, it’s tedious but as you get later into your pregnancy and your a little more tired than usual, he will teleport you. He doesn’t mind at all.

• Loves when the baby kicks, you call him over excitedly and he almost knocks something over as he reaches to touch your belly. “Adrian! Come quick, the baby is saying hello!” and he freaking sprints over to you.

• Puts a hand on your belly protectively, especially when you aren’t in the castle.

• Loves going on walks with you and holding your hand, he says its good for you to be a little active and get some sunlight.

• When you enter the late stages of pregnancy, he prepared the nursery. He spends his days making toys, little stuffed animals, dolls, and even makes a cute stuffed sword that resembles his.

• I like to think Alucard is an amazing artist, a hobby he picked up in all the free time he has. He asked to paint you while you’re pregnant, a fond memory to keep and look back on.

• Is so supportive through the labor, he pats your forehead with a cool towel, holds your hand, encourages you, gently pats you on your head, and he definitely cries when he sees your baby. A tiny little being wailing, oh his poor heart!

Do you think Alucard, from a half vampire’s perspective, would be thinking about sinking his teeth into his lover’s neck from time to time, especially at the heat of the moment? Not because he has the urge to feed, but more like he sees it as the ultimate act of intimacy between vampire lovers, exchanging blood becoming one. His fangs are so sexy, looking at them I have such urge to ask him to bite down on my neck lol Maybe I’m just weird

I like the thought of his vampire side coming out to play from time to time — how he can’t help but gravitate to his lover’s neck/throat as if pulled by some natural force. How he likes the look of it, feels attracted by it, wants to touch it and taste it and graze his fangs along the skin there.

However, I don’t believe it’s in his character to sink his fangs in and feed without full consent. The world will crumble before he even so much as think to take advantage and prey on his lover.

If anything, I feel like they will be the one asking for it, if only cause they noticed his tightly-controlled desire to feed on them in the throes from time to time. It truly is the most vulnerable you can be. An intimate act of full trust.

Anyway, yes—

I mentioned this in the n s f w alphabet* I recently wrote, under B: Body part. Check out Mine* also - he feeds during the act.

Trio on their wedding day:

Trevor:

Nervous? That’s an understatement.

The man had a hard enough time believing he even snagged you in the first place, and now he was here, waiting to say ‘I do’.

However, an hour before the event and the man is nowhere to be seen. He’s fled.

There’s no way he deserved someone so amazing.

You were perfect; kind, generous, loving, intelligent…everything he wasn’t.

To be stuck with him would no doubt ruin your life. And he couldn’t do that to you.

Sypha agrees to distract you whilst Alucard takes it upon himself to track Belmont down – mainly so he could kick the man’s arse before Sypha had a chance.

It doesn’t take long to find him, of course – the closest tavern being his place of hiding.

At the bar he sits, hunched over and cradling his seventh mug of ale.

He throws a punch the minute Alucard opens his mouth, but the Dhampir sidesteps, causing the hunter to stumble clumsily to the floorboards.

Threats and obscenities spew from his lips when Alucard hoists him over one shoulder and carries him from the bar like the misbehaving man-child he was.

Four cups of coffee and a few slaps later, Trevor had sobered up enough for Alucard to get him dressed.

He’s then watched like a hawk – after being threatened by Sypha – as he waits at the alter.

That’s when he sees you…and his jaw drops.

Holy fuck.

You were radiant. And you were his.

You were his.

Sypha:

A bit of a Bridezilla, to be honest.

The flowers weren’t there yet? God save the delivery man. The ice sculpture was of a goose, not a swan like she had ordered – she melts it down and does the job herself. Was that a fingerprint on the cake? Trevor’s a dead man.

Once everything is perfect though, her anger is replaced by giddy euphoria.

Spends the remainder of the morning bragging to all who would listen that today was the day.

The next two hours are spent in front of a mirror getting ready.

She can’t stop gushing over her dress – which is identical to yours, as per your agreement.

Since she has no family of her own, Trevor agrees to walk her down the aisle – as long as he behaves.

Alucard serves as her maid of honour. She couldn’t have asked for anyone better.

It’s finally time.

Her face brightens when seeing you already waiting at the altar.

She attempts to run to you, but Trevor keeps a firm grip on her arm, smirking at her disappointed whine.

But once she’s standing in front of you, her day is complete.

Alucard:

Appears calm and collected on the outside but is actually freaking out inside.

The day had finally come.

He was going to have a wife.

You were going to be his wife.

Is this what his father felt on his wedding day?

Doubt began to cloud his mind the longer he was left alone.

Was he making the right choice? You were perfect, but would he be enough for you? Would he be attentive enough? Loving enough? Be able to provide for you? Protect you?

The man was spiraling.

Sypha uses kindness to try and ease his concerns but it didn’t seem to be helping.

Trevor tells him to call the wedding off since it was causing him so much distress.

That snaps him out of his depressive funk.

It was about halfway through the argument when he noticed the slight curl of Trevor’s lips, making him pause and realize what just happened.

His fears were gone.

There was a reason why Trevor was his best man.

Finally at the altar, he can’t control the grin that threatens to split his face in half.

He may not be perfect…but he had a lifetime to fix that.

Can you please write a fic where Alucard panics when his wife tries to leave the castle on her own as the last time she did she almost got abducted by bandits.

don't leave ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

a/n: thank you for the request! warnings: angst, injury, weapons

“Adrian! I’m going on a walk, hopefully, I can find some of those sweet berries you like to have!” You cheerfully called out to Adrian, your husband as you headed out the door. You two had been married for a few months now, enjoying a simple life within your not-so-simple castle. Adrian proposed to you with a grand arrangement of all of your favorite florals, asking for your hand in marriage. How could you say no? After all, you two had been through, you were so happy to be his peace. When Adrian thought of home, his mind would go to thoughts of you. And so here you were, picking the little berries off of the bush. Adrian loved to have these as a side for his meals, and you knew he had a little bit of an enjoyment for sugar.

You gently picked the berries from their bush, placing them in your woven, cloth-lined basket. Smiling at yourself as you imagined Adrian opening the basket and happily grinning at them. After your small basket was filled with a respectful amount you decided to uproot some vegetables while you were at. Standing up, you patted your hands together, wiping off any dirt from them. As you walked over to the vegetable garden a shadow passed in the distance. Was someone there? You thought to yourself. This was yours and Adrian’s home, nobody ever came close. Not with the looming castle off in the distance. Its presence alone is able to ward off any unwanted guests.

The shadows grew bigger before multiple figures came from behind the tall forest trees. You panicked, and you shakily grabbed for the blade that you kept on you. A group of masked people crept up on you, whipping your head around, and you realized you were swarmed. The strangers approached you with weapons in their hands. You swung at them all nearing you, doing everything you can to defend yourself. One of the bandits’ weapons sliced down your back, you screeched in pain as you attempted to lunge at them, ignoring the pain coming from your back. One of the bandits kicked you down, your face making contact with the cool soil of the earth.

A single tear escaped from your eye. As you went to wipe away your tears, a flash of red dashed by, clouding your vision even further. Adrian. He had come for you. You closed your eyes, drifting off into a black abyss as the pain faded away. A comforting touch from your husband’s hands on your back.

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“Please don’t go without me. Don’t leave, I can’t afford to let that happen again to you,” Adrian pleaded.

Your attack was a few months ago, and while you were scared and traumatized, you knew that you wouldn’t get over your fear if you didn’t at least try.

“Adrian, just let me. You can stay close behind me like I told you,” you said to him.

The two of you stood in the castle foyer, the grand doors awaiting your grasp to pull them open and face your fears. You eyed the lovely man in front of you. Oh, how it hurt you to see him like this. Adrian had cured himself for letting you get hurt. He blamed himself for the incident that happened to you in the forest. He stayed by your side the entire time while your back healed. The bandits had gotten you well, their sharp blade had cut deep into your back. A scar remained from the attack, it made Adrian burn with anger every time he saw it. They attempted to take you away from him, the love of his life.

“I just…I can’t stand to see you in pain. When I saw you swarmed by those pricks I was so angry. I almost lost control, for a moment I thought they would be taken away from me. Please–” You cut him off before he could finish.

Walking up to him, you wrapped your arms around him, looking deep into his eyes.

“I won’t leave you, and I will have you there with me. Nobody can harm me as long as you’re there by my side. Okay?” You asked him,

“Okay,” Adrian took a deep breath before kissing you. Hot tears rolled down your face as you held him close to you.

“Come now, we can both do this. We must face our fears, love.”

You grabbed his hand gently in yours, guiding him outside with you.

Drabble Yandere alucards darling refusing to take care y/n breastfeed their newborn baby because the baby looks exactly like alucard and she just cant stand looking at her/him.

I freakn love your posts.

Trigger warning for postpartum depression and mentions of rape (non-descript)

You weren’t sure what you thought would happen when the baby was born.

Beyond Adrien’s delight and planning and excitement...you had just...waited. Children were something you were sure you’d have one day. But under these circumstances, prisoner of an obsessive dhamphir who raped you and called it love, the idea of a child had been a nightmare.

But the idea had become the fear, the dread.

You’d sit with your hand over your growing belly and close your eyes. It would grow and grow, and you had no say over it- one more thing you were helpless against.

And then you’d gone into labor. Of course Adrien knew what to do, had been preparing for it. You’d felt vulnerable and out of control and in more pain than you could imagine. You’d screamed and screamed and screamed, wanting someone to hear and come and help you.

But they didn’t.

And all you had to show for it was a captor smiling like a fool and little...fleshy thing, with his blonde hair and golden eyes blearily looking at you from his arms.

You had held it and thought is this it?

And then it had opened it’s mouth and cried.

“He’s hungry,” Adrien had laughed, and if what you had felt was nothing before, it was now emptiness. 

It was one more fucking thing that just...wanted something from you.

And...and you couldn’t do it. All you could taste was bile, rising in the back of your throat,

And you shoved the wailing thing into Adrien’s arms and threw up in your own laugh, the sound of the infant’s wailing only spurring on your disgust.

Hi i was woundering if you could do a alucard forcing his darling to marry him

Alucard dressed you that morning.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured in awe, kissing your cheek.

Your parents didn’t walk you up the aisle, there were no loved ones waiting to cheer when the vows were said. Alucard held your arm in an iron grip, smiling all the while.

Your last hope was the shaking officiate, who couldn’t look you in the eye.

Alucard spoke for you, even.

“I now pronounce you married,” the officiate murmured.

You wept, and he held you.

“Don’t cry,” he begged, “our life together has only begun.”

Al fin me animé a escribir y publicar algo por aquí, aun no me acostumbro a tumblr, pero poco a poco lo haré, quise dejar mi aporte a Castlevania y escribir para Adrian Tepes, lo amo🥺

@milkywaydrabbles espero que te guste!

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Su luz.

Eras su luz entre toda la oscuridad que lo acompañaba.

Alucard había hecho tanto y recibido poco, había ofrecido sus conocimientos y obtenido lo peor de la humanidad, con crueldad y cinismo. 

Él esperaba ahogarse entre tanto alcohol o poder morir de una sobredosis de vino, si es que eso se podía. Ya no quería saber nada, si la humanidad le daría la espalda y le intentaría atacar en el momento que él se distrajera, entonces no quería nada.

Había logrado acabar y detener la guerra de su padre, con la ayuda de quienes se volvieron sus primeros amigos, para después quedarse otra vez solo. Y cuando parecía que la vida le daba una oportunidad para ayudar a los demás, recibió odio y traición por parte de dos humanos que creyó que se volverían sus nuevos amigos. 

Lo engañaron, lo utilizaron y vulneraron. 

Alucard se derrumbó en la miseria, no quería ni ver su reflejo porque sabía que si lo hacía, vería solo un cuerpo vacío. Un lamentable pedazo de hombre o lo que quedara de ese quién fue antes. 

Hasta que llegaste tú.

Fuiste otra desafortunada alma que se detuvo frente a su castillo. Habías sido perseguida por otros humanos, querían dañarte, querían abusar de ti.

Por eso cuando vio y comprendió todo lo que se estaba desarrollando frente a su casa, no había dudado en entrar en acción. Él no quería que alguien más se sintiera utilizado y rebajado. 

A pesar de estar resentido con la humanidad, actuó en son de la justicia y te ayudó, te salvó, rompió los huesos y advirtió a aquellos hombres que te estaban cazando como si fueras un animal de deporte.

Te permitió quedarte en su hogar, a pesar de que aún tenía desconfianza en los demás, hasta que poco a poco comenzaron a tener conversaciones, tu preguntabas y él respondía con pocas palabras.

Aquello se volvió una rutina hasta que su desconfianza se desvaneció poco a poco.

Ahora eras su compañera,  su confidente. Su amor. Su luz entre toda esa oscuridad que lo consumía.

Los primeros rayos del sol lo despertaron, casi no dormía, pero desde que estabas tú en su vida, dormir se volvió reconfortante, te vio junto a él y sonrió.

"Buenos días, cariño …" Sonreíste, te sentías observada por unos ojos miel, logrando que te despertaran.

" Buenos días, ¿Dormiste bien?…" Él sonrió, admirando tu desnudez, Alucard aun no podía creer que llegaría a estar así contigo. 

"Después de lo que hicimos anoche y quedar muy agotada, sí." Hacer el amor con él te había dejado tan fatigada que poco a poco el sueño te invadió.

Alucard rió suavemente, llevó una de sus pálidas manos a tu mejilla cálida. 

"Gracias mi amor." Murmuró el bello Damphir.

"¿ Por qué?" Lo miraste sin comprender.

"Por ser mi luz entre toda la oscuridad."

¡Hola a todos!

Este será mi blog donde escribiré para Castlevania, especialmente para Alucard Tepes, trataré de estar publicando lo más que pueda.

Este será un blog para más fans, escribiré para otros animes también. También escribiré contenido maduro, smut, por lo tanto si no te agrada ese tipo de contenido o es menor de edad, no leas.

Solo pido paciencia, hay veces en las que mi salud no está bien. Decidí volver a escribir como medio de distracción ya que mi salud no se encuentra bien.

Con el tiempo podré ir escribiendo para más animes y series, pero por ahora escribiré para Castlevania.

He visto que varios blogs ponen reglas, no sé que tipo de reglas podría poner pero espero que estas funcionen como reglas para mi blog:

Respetar, por favor, tanto a las personas que leen como al escritor.

Si eres menor de edad, no te gusta el contenido adulto o lo que se escriba en el blog, no lo leas.

No acepto solicitudes, quizás con el tiempo sí.

Tener paciencia, ya que cuando escribo un fanfic con más capítulos, tiendo a tardar en publicar, también porque mi salud no es la mejor y hay tiempos en los que me alejo de la escritura por esas razones.

Antes solía escribir y ahora he decidido volver a retomarlo. Espero que las personas que lleguen a leer mis ideas, les gusten y puedan compartirlas.

Mi Ao3: Tulipanes_Escribiendo

Wattpad: Tulipanes_Es

Hice este fanfic drabble para este día 31, nunca había escrito yandere así que no sé si hice un buen trabajo.

Advertencias: Yandere Alucard Tepes x Reader femenino. No acepto o consiento cualquier comportamiento dañino, obsesivo y/o posesivo cualquier otro. Esto es sólo una ficción.

Sinópsis: Después de acabar con su padre, Alucard se había quedado solo, Trevor y Sypha tomaron sus caminos, quedando él solo en su frío castillo, hasta que decidió salir al pueblo más cercano y te vio.

La mujer que se volvería su más dulce compañía.

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“Por favor, Alucard, déjame ir”

Alucard no había pensado que amar a alguien más podía cambiarlo, era como un poder más fuerte que todo lo que existiera. El sentimiento de amor era más que solo palabras bonitas.

Él esperaba hacer de su castillo su tumba, la vida parecía quitarle todo lo que se le atravesaba, ya no sonreía, no había colores y brillo, no había vida en sus ojos, era solo un cuerpo vacío. Como un fantasma. Se había quedado solo, Trevor y Sypha tomaron sus caminos. Él debía de hacer una nueva vida, pero no se sentía con la energía para hacer algo, no tenía a nada y nadie. No tenía compañía.

Pero fue cuando salió del castillo y decidió ir al pueblo cercano en busca de provisiones y también para alejarse, aunque fuera un rato, de las sombras que lo volvían loco, cuando te conoció por primera vez. 

Tu entusiasmo y forma de ver la vida, a pesar de que había sido amenazada por Drácula, le llamó la atención, le hizo recordar a su madre. Fue extraño para él, pero quería volver a verte, decidió que tomaría como excusa ir al pueblo por comida, a pesar de que su alacena estaba llena, él solo quería verte.

Te habías quedado sorprendida cuando lo conociste, no pensaste que algún día conocerías a un Damphir, al hijo de Drácula. Alucard te atrajo con su belleza, su rubio cabello, esos ojos brillantes y su calidez. Pero nunca pensaste que lograrías enamorarlo, que serías la obsesión de alguien sobrenatural como él.

Quería tenerte para él solo, llevarte a su castillo y mimarte y cuidarte de todo lo que te lastimara, quería tu amor solo para él. Y por las noches, quería tenerte debajo de él.

“Te traje algo delicioso” Ignoró tu súplica anterior, puso la charola de plata sobre la mesa de noche de esa habitación que se volvió tu prisión. 

Miraste la comida que te había preparado, sonreíste sin ánimos, por el olor de la carne y la fruta picada supiste que estaba muy bien cocinada, después de todo, Alucard sabía cocinar.

" Quiero ir a casa, Alucard" 

"Adrian" Te corrigió él, desde que te había llevado a su castillo te había pedido que lo comenzaras a llamar por su nombre real.

"... Adrian, llévame a casa." Volviste a decir, esta vez con su nombre.

"Estás en casa, mi amor." Él sonrió con extremado amor.

Te estremeciste ante su mirada de amor extremo y desmedido. Comprendiste que él había perdido a su madre por la ignorancia de la iglesia, que su papá había perdido la cabeza en cuanto su esposa murió, lo comprendiste al pie de la letra y te compadeciste de él, era un joven que perdió a su familia y que estaba solo, quisiste darle tu amistad, solo eso querías, no que llegara al punto de llevarte a su castillo para nunca dejarte salir y pedirte que le amaras como él lo hacía.

"¡¿Qué haces?!" Exclamaste sorprendida, Alucard te había besado.

"Dejaste de hablar y quería saber si estabas bien." Alucard se rió por tu sobresalto. Se lamió los labios, como si hubiera probado la más dulce miel.

"... Y ahora quiero otro beso más."

Sus ojos brillaron, y fue ahí donde te diste cuenta que nunca te dejaría ir de su lado.

Que te volverías su más dulce compañía. 

NSFW anon here. I’m on my knees🧎🏻‍♀️Exquisite. THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

(I really love it when you conclude that bondage and dub-con are absolute no-go for Alucard. I just CAN’T imagine show! Alucard would ever feel comfortable doing those acts post season 3 even when he’s found the one he trusts and would spend life together with. There’s nothing wrong writing fanon smut sometimes, it’s fun, but for show canon Alucard that event is probably way too traumatic for him to ever give up total control and let someone tie him up in the bedroom. Yeah the man is chivalry to the core and all about consent, tho once they’ve passed the threshold I can see him revel in his lover giving themselves to him and letting him have his way with them however him wants, showing abit of his vampiric side🥵

Love your depiction of our favorite Dhampir. ❤️

Ah, no, thank you for that request, you glorious anon! 🥳

While I HC Alucard as being comfy switching between domming and subbing, I just can’t picture him wanting to be tied up ever as it will likely be an anxiety- and trauma-inducing experience, even if he trusts his s/o and even if they are human and/or physically powerless against him. Better not to open a can of worms or re-open a wound. I can also picture him being afraid of how he might react—he doesn’t want to accidentally frighten or hurt them if he panics or something, so better just avoid it entirely.

Ultimately, he would gleefully let s/o take the lead (this is actually exciting knowing he’s much more physically powerful and yet they are sitting on him and bossing him around like 👀🤭), but not to that extent.

Just Talk to Me Already!

Genre: a sulking Adrian and struggling reader

Summary: All it took was a friends night out, 2 shots of vodka, and fake courage of your friends with your inflated drunk ego.

You woke up with empty arms and a spectacular view of Adrian's back – spectacular but tense. As if he hadn't just pushed himself away from your embrace the moment he felt your dream fading. But you are shameless. Unfazed by his earlier retreat, your arms circled his waist again as you drew closer. However, your attempt to settle comfortably as the big spoon was thwarted as your hands were gently pushed away, and your beloved extricated himself from the bed.

Sighing, you returned to your overheated pillow, its once-cool sides now exhausted. "Well, if this isn't the consequence of your stupid loud mouth," you groaned into your pillow.

It all began with a fateful night out with friends, two shots of vodka, and your inflated, drunken ego. Spilling the steamy details of your past steamy escapades with your ex to Adrian wasn't planned, but it happened, thanks to drunk you. A week had passed since that unfortunate incident, and Adrian was still sulking.

Normally, Adrian was impervious to your drunken antics, but this was different. It had hit a nerve, making him insecure about his own abilities and your genuine affection for him.

As the memories from that intoxicated night resurfaced amid the fog of a confusing hangover, you realized the extent of the damage. Of course, you'd apologized; you might be a wild drunk, but you were a civil person. You even tried to be cute, using the coy voice Adrian adored, but it didn't work.

Undeterred, you bought flowers, sweets, and, just for the heck of it, a dagger because your beloved had a penchant for such things. However, your care package failed to elicit even a faint smile. Instead, you found the dagger stabbed into the garden floor, a display of strength you chose to ignore for your own sanity.

Turning to a more romantic approach, you wrote a poetic letter. Adrian, known for his dramatic flair, should have appreciated it, right? Wrong. Your beautifully scripted words were obscured by grocery lists, budget planning, and reminders of yearly events...he could have used the plain blank side and no you did not pout looking at it.

Not to mention, he wouldn't even share dinner with you or rescue you from the culinary monstrosity you'd created. The desire for a simple meal prepared by Adrian had never been stronger.

In desperation you resorted to your trusted technique of annoyance. "Adrian look at me," you settled next to him, scooting whenever he tried to scoot. "Adrian look at my crooked tooth, does my finger look bent to you," you followed after him the entire day like a puppy.

Until Adrian became a damn bat and flew. Even the puppy eyes failed you.

It was only last night that he tried to slip out of your room, but you caught his wrist, stopping him. "Don't go," you said seriously. "Just sleep here. Give me a chance to make it right. So come here and lie next to me, Adrian. We can't act like a divorced couple; we aren't married, to begin with."

You pulled him back onto the bed, and he, despite his strength, let you. Wrapping your arms around him, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, ignoring the fact that his hair almost made you sneeze during this supposedly romantic moment.

"I won't say I was wrong," your words made him tense under your touch. "I've had my fill of fooling around, of being an untethered kite. It's great, but Adrian," you pulled him closer, preventing him from seeing your blush. "I don't need that with you. I don't need wild fantasies or extreme pleasures, though I can't get enough of you. Just being in the same room as you is more than satisfying."

Your hands traced patterns on his back as you thought through your words, articulating your feelings for the first time in your life. "Don't blame yourself for anything, Adrian. Don't carry that burden. I could never forgive myself if I became the reason for your sorrow. I will gladly be the crux of your resentment. Just stay by my side and let me make it up…" You spoke throughout the night until your words began to slur, and you woke up to the sight of Adrian's back.

At least he was still in the bed, which you counted as a small victory. You planned your next grand gesture to win him over, but little did you know that your antics were making a certain dhampir, you resisted to face you, smile uncontrollably.

As he heard you groan into your pillow, he promised himself to savor these moments just a bit longer, practicing his poker face in anticipation of the day filled with your endearing gestures.

Hiiii could I request a fic portraying the moment in which Alucard (after szn 3) realizes that he likes the reader, or how she finds out he likes her? Hihihihi

Hiiiiiiii back! I’m so glad you requested! Also, sorry I didn’t realize my asks weren’t open 😅 This is going to be more like headcanons crossed with a short drabble, hope that’s okay! (Reader will be Fem)

Alucard Liking You

This man thinks he’s smooth. He is not smooth. Not even a little bit. He’s very articulate, very intelligent—and the second you walk in, his composure evaporates into thin air. It’s hard to miss a blush on cheeks as pale as his, and even more than that, he stammers a little when he’s around you. He’ll forget what he’s saying, trail off, repeat words or phrases without realizing it—in short, he’s very obvious.

To be fair, it doesn’t start out like that. When he meets you, Alucard is probably just as cool and collected as he usually is. However, he starts to fall for you when he sees you in your element. Maybe you’re an artist, and he sees you painting, or maybe you’re a magician, and he sees you throwing spells that he’s never even heard of. Either way, the first step is when you fascinate him. He’ll pop up to watch you do what you love, or find excuses to do it with you.

The second step is when he develops a y/n-radar. He doesn’t realize it, but he knows where you are at any given moment—and if he doesn’t, for even a minute, he’ll drop what he’s doing to look for you. He’s like a puppy attuned to you, needing to know where you are and that you’re safe.

Along with that comes his increased awareness of you, particularly how you smell. As a dhampir, he can smell the individual odors of people—track them if they’re lost, that kind of thing—and he starts to become more aware of your scent. It makes him feel sleepy, safe, relaxed. That’s when he realizes he’s growing to be attracted to you, and that’s when the blushy stammering starts.

Like his father, Alucard clearly has a thing for women who take charge. When he sees you being in charge, when it really sinks in that you’re badass, he finds himself aroused. Which, naturally, makes the blushing worse around you.

Post season three, he’s surprised to find that your touch settles him, rather than scaring him. Usually, he’s touch averse after Sumi and Taka, but it’s different around you. He finds himself leaning against you, resting on your shoulder—feeling safe with you.

The moment you both know he truly likes you is when he falls asleep on your lap. When he wakes up, and your eyes meet, and he smiles this soft little smile while he blushes up at you.

When Alucard’s breaths even out, soft and deep, you realize he’s gone to sleep. In your lap, with his head pillowed on your thighs.

Amazed, you set down the book you’d been reading to him. He looks so peaceful like this—lips slightly parted, brow soft and unfurrowed. You know he’s had trouble sleeping since Sumi and Taka, that he’s struggled with nightmares and even sleep paralysis ever since.

You never expected this.

Vampires sleep deeply, and so does Alucard—when he manages to sleep at all. It leaves them more vulnerable than at any other time, since they’re difficult to rouse. For a vampire or dhampir to fall asleep with you is a sign of trust like no other.

You kiss his forehead gently, and let him sleep.

An Uncertified Doctor

Alucard!smut x fem!reader, my man doesn't get enough attention :(((

synopsis: After an argument with your father about the nightly attacks and his reckless behavior, you find yourself in face with a demon who wants nothing more than to cause you pain. The curse you're given is brutal, needy, and utterly horrid. It's not until a man by the name of Alucard saves you, but at the cost of what's left of your dignity.

content warnings: blood, demons, corpses, drugging, cursed reader, fingering, it get super sticky here, blood, medicine play????, restraints, PIV, some light body mutilation (reader gets slashed across the arm), pullout method (USE PROTECTION PLEASE), oneshot

word count: 7.2k (went a little crzy)

Prologue ~

The children held each other as your mother continued telling stories of monsters. You had heard these a million times, your tiny fingers finding the prickly grass beneath you much more interesting. It was scary the first time you were warned of the beast in the castle, it's thirst for blood. You had cried, much like how the other children cried right now. Begged your mom to not let this monster get you, kill you.

"No!" one of the children cried, making you stop pulling on the grass. "I don't want the monster to drink my blood!" More children started protesting against their invisible enemy, crying and screaming. You turned to your mother, seeing her hide back a smile.

"And it won't get you," she promised, her voice gentle. "You must stay within the village, never venturing too far. And you also must listen to your parents. This monster loves eating naughty children."

That's how you knew this story was meant to scare children into listen to their parents. It become obvious when you did something wrong or bad, they would threaten you with the same blood-sucking demon. Do you want to go to his castle?! Your dad had yelled. I'll drag you there and he'll keep you instead!

The other children began making promises of being good, submissive to their parents. You had a frown on your face, perhaps you were the odd one out. You had a bad habit of not listening to authority, taking things into your own hands. A small part of you thought these stories were made up for you, to make you listen.

It didn't take long for the children's parents to arrive, picking up their terrified children. You watched as your mom went to the parents, most likely to explain why they were so upset. You stood on your tiny legs, walking to eat the remaining snacks that were left over from the school session.

"Ah, sweetie you can't eat too much. Save some room for supper," your mom said behind you. You only laughed though, shoving the remaining goodies into your mouth as you ran. Your mom chased you, bursts of giggles escaping your lips as you let your stubby legs take you as far as they could go.

You squealed when she grabbed you, pulling you up in the air. "No fair!" you screamed. "You're bigger than me!" Your mom only laughed and held you in her arms. You secretly wiped your dirty hands on her shirt, but it was far too obvious to go unnoticed.

She let out an irritated groan and yelled your name, "You know better. Do you want to monster to come get you?" Your giggles quickly died down, your mood turning sour. You huffed and crossed your arms, looking away from your mother, "Monsters are not real! That doesn't scare me."

She tsked at you, setting you down on the grass gently. "Love," her voice was serious, in a way that made you stop your attitude and listen intently. "Monsters are more than demons from the underworld. There are monsters here, on the very dirt you and I walk on. They will hurt you and take you from your family if you wonder too far., if you keep disobeying your family. Do you understand?"

Your small body trembled at her seriousness. Despite being at a young age, you knew that not all people were nice. "Bad men," you whispered, eyes wide. Your mom nodded, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Yes," she said. "Bad men."

She picked you back up and took you inside your small house, your dad already setting up the table for dinner. It stuck with you though, her words, your genuine fear. Even after you had grown, after real, hell-born demons began walking the Earth after the wrongful death of Dracula's wife...

The real demons were human.

Present ~

Your village was in shambles, buildings were half torn down, the smell of death and rotting bodies was pungent, blood painted the ground and walls. Still, your dad tried to make a defense team. A group of men that would fight back against the demons, losing most of the time. You know this was in vain, no mere man could win against a devil's spawn. Your dad was determined however, especially after your mothers death.

You hated how injured he was when he came back home, blood dripping at an alarming rate as you tried to patch him up. Resources was another issue the village, it was depleting. You had to settle for using an old cloth to bandage his wounds, ignoring how your dad said to save any clothes for the upcoming winter.

You sat him on the chair, wrapping the cloth around his arm when tears started to prick your eyes. You sniffed, trying to ignoring the way you wanted to yell at him to stop, to stay safe. You and him had argued about this for months, both of you too stubborn to see the other side.

Still, you cried. Sobbed as you tightened the 'bandage.' Your dad frowned when he saw your tears, using his good hand to wipe them away. "Why are you crying?" You scoffed at his question, anger replacing your sadness.

"Why am I crying?" Your voice is clipped, almost aggressive. "Look at yourself! Your putting yourself in danger, your putting all those men with you in danger! You're going to get yourself killed out there! Do you not give a shit about if you die?"

"Do not speak to me with that tone. Do not curse at me," your father rose he spoke, an attempt to establish the power he has. Before you would have listened, apologize for stepping out of line. Now however, there's nothing to lose. There's not much joy in this house, your dad turned destructive after seeing your moms cold body. Her death changed both of you.

"I will do what I please!" You yelled, standing on your tippy toes to be the same height. "You do! Going out there in a suicide attempt. You don't give a fuck about anything anymore! Not yourself, not this house, not me! I'm your daughter! You're supposed to protect me. You're supposed to stay with me, not those damned beasts!"

You voice was strong, thick with emotion. Tears spilled down your face, hands trembling as you spoke. Your dad was growing angry, you could see how his face turned red and eyes grew dark. "I am protecting you," he argued. "After this village is rid of Dracula's demons, we will-"

You laughed bitterly, interrupting his sentence. "There is no end to this hell," your voice was calmer now, still laced with venom. "I'm not a stupid little girl anymore. It's clear to see that God has abandoned us, there is no way to rid of Dracula's beasts."

Your dad breathed deeply, stepping away from you in an attempt to clam down. You stayed silent as he collect his composure, his thoughts. "Do not speak about the Father is such a way," he warned. "This is a test, a way for the Messiah to see if we really are worthy of walking through heaven's gates."

The church? Your dad has the nerve to preach the church's message when they're the ones that put you in this mess? "You are a fool," you spit, ignoring how your dad balled his fists. "The priests are the ones that caused this havoc. They are the reason mother died."

"Do not!" Your dad yelled, screamed. No matter how upset he got, he never yelled. Sure he raised his voice, but shouted? Never. You jumped, taking a step back as he approached your form. You lowered your head down, shame fogging your thoughts. You went too far.

"Don't you dare speak her name on your mouth. You disgrace me by using her death as an excuse for your temper." Your weeps resumed, looking at the darkness in your dad's eyes. An excuse? You would never. If anything, he was the one using her death to act reckless. You can't keep being in this house, surrounded by the memories of your happy family, what your life was.

What it will never be again.

You pushed him hard, shoving him onto the ground as you ran out of house. He screamed your name, shouting at you to come back. You ignored him, you ignored the bodies you passed, the violent sobs that wrecked you. It's too much to stay here, to endure all the emotional turmoil you have to go though.

So you ran, barefoot. You feet grew wet with the mud and blood mixed. You ran through the gates that kept your village somewhat protecting, ignoring the men on guard that yelled at you. You ran until you couldn't hear them shouting, you ran until the village was nothing but a blurry image in the distance. The grass was soothing under your feet, wiping away some of the wet essence on there. You clutched at your chest, heaving.

Your chest burned, your feet ached, your mouth craved water. You kept pushing forward until you saw a stream. No longer able to keep yourself up, you collapsed, crawling to the water until you were submerged in it. You bathed, drank, and nearly drowned in the stream. Your clothes were drenched, but that didn't matter. They would dry, like your tears.

It had been so long when you had last bathed properly, when you drank clean water. Your dad was coming back home with filtered water, mud still seen in the cups. But this water was clear, it was so easy to see the fish that swam within it. You laid in the water, letting it engulf you with just your head peeking up.

You will have to make your way back home soon, you can't be exposed in the wilderness like that. Demons did not rest, they were active at all times. It's a wonder how you didn't notice any on your way here. The thought of going back home however, was dreadful. You couldn't face your dad, you can't keep pretending like everything is fine and he will be safe. Something needs to change, but what?

You sat up, head thinking of ideas. Prayers do not work like your village had thought. Holy water however, was the real savior. Smaller demons would bursts into flames, bigger ones would be severely wounded. If only the priests at your village weren't cowards, hiding in their sanctuary.

While you were deep in thought, you didn't notice a demon perched on a nearby tree. It watched as you as you stood, water dripping from your clothes. Demons were not dumb creatures, though same acted without thought. They had some intelligence, the ability to plan and strategize. This demon was quite intelligent unfortunately for you, salvia dripping down its lips. It craved to tear your flesh, to drink you screams and break your soft bones. It had a bad habit of playing with it's food.

You walked out of the water, squeezing the parts of your loose dress at the bottom. It wasn't until you heard the soft thud that you looked up, skin prickling in fear as your eyes scanned for an enemy. Then you saw it, a man. He had purplish hair, skin deathly pale, eyes red as blood. You knew his human stature was a way to lure you in, to trust him. This 'man' was a demon.

"Stay back!" you cried, arms out in front of you to keep a distance. "Go back to where your came from, demon!" Your voice shook, eyes watering in fear. It laughed at you, stalking closer.

"That's not very nice," it says, smiling. "I feel hurt by your words, come comfort me." It opens its arms as if it expects a hug, you make a disgusted face.

"Fuck off!" You shout before you run, not caring what direction you're going it. It laughs again, mouth puling back to reveal absurdly sharp teeth. It chased you, letting you tire out before you slowed. It would be easy to take you somewhat compliant.

It tackled you on the ground, rolling on the grass until you were dizzy. It laid on top of you, red eyes sparking in excitement.

"Vermin!" You screeched, arms and legs kicking. "You evil fuck! Get off me!" It caught your violent attempts, easily using one of its hands to hold both of your own above your head. It's weight heavily settled on your stomach, giving you legs no access to kick freely at him.

"I'll kill you!" You threat, knowing how impossible that is. This makes the demon laugh uncontrollably, just for a moment forgetting it's sinful desire to defile you. It used its free hand to wipe a joyous tear, shaking its head.

"Quite the jester are you!" it says excitedly. "You will be fun, but refrain from calling me such cruel names. I am Magnus." You spit in its face, not caring how some of the salvia drips down on you.

"I don't give a shit what you are called, demon," you speak maliciously. "I have to respect for monsters like yourself." It frowns then, wiping the slobber off its cheek and sighing.

"You know, I thought I would enjoy touching your body. Seeing you submit to me in the vilest way possible. However, I think I should just kill you. Painfully," Magnus almost looks sad as he speaks. He sounds as if he didn't really want to hurt you, but you can see the disgusting smile on his face.

Magnus uses his free hand to grab you face, making your lips pucker and shape and 'o' form. Before you have the chance to protest or scream, he spits. You think it's way to get revenge for spitting at him earlier, but he perfectly aimed for the inside of you mouth. On instinct, you swallow. You grimace at the thought, the way is slide down your throat, how sweet it tasted.

You've heard of this. Demons that take advantage of women in the night, ripping their bodies once they're done. Survivors had told stories of the drool. The way the demons saliva was able to make the women crazed with need, make the obedient. You shuddered, you knew his kind. An incubus.

You hated how hot your body got, the desire that pooled in your stomach. Your body was still soaked in water, but you can feel your folds begin dripping in arousal. You shook your head and cried, whimpering at how you body was betraying your throats. You were all to aware of his skin on yours, his body weight pressing down on you. You craved for something to be in the deepest parts you, places you had never bothered touching after the world went to shit.

Magnus smiled as he watched you pant, eyes going wild with hunger. He was not going to give you pleasure, instead he was shred the skin off your meat, make you watch he stuffed his face of your tender muscles. You would only moan he hurt you, your brain would be too far gone to know the difference between pain and pleasure.

Your cunt though, he would not touch that at all. You would soon beg, not caring if he actually devoured your pussy. You would be craving just for someone to touch you there, to penetrate deep inside you. Magnus's fingernails sharpened, dipping his hand to your arms as he sliced the skin. You cried out, blood welting at the wound. He leaned down and licked, moaning at your taste.

"Someone's not a virgin," he muttered. Magnus thought for a moment. He was planning on taking your innocence, but now he's thinking of just fucking you cruelly. That would go against his point of torturing you, he wanted to deny you pleasure in any way possible in the most horrible way.

He sighed, torn between the two options. It was tempting, so tempting to cup your mound, take what little dignity you have left of yourself. Magnus watched as your face contorted in discomfort, fighting the aphrodisiac saliva that traveled in your throat and gut. He wanted to see it twist is pleasure, then rip it from you. Have you crumbling and breaking under him, begging him to stop while secretly wishing he wouldn't.

Before Magnus could choose, you cried out, hot tears falling down your face as you couldn't stop yourself from moaning. "Kill me," you croaked. He was used to this, it wasn't often, but some maidens would beg to be killed before fucked. "Just kill me already," you continued to weep.

The demon smiled, happy with your reactions and sorrow. "No, I quite like it when you beg."

Just as Magnus was going to slice the skin of your stomach with his nails, a large dog appeared, quickly knocking him down to the ground. Your body was released from the demons body weight, you cried in relief and distraught. It took so much strength to sit up, to ignore the aching in your body from running and the demon's drug.

Your unfocused eyes caught a glimpse of a white wolf and Magnus fighting. You groaned as you tried to stand, willing you legs to bend so you could place your weight on them. You were on your hands on knees, feeling disgusted at the drool that seeped down your legs.

You could hear them yelling, Magnus was talking to the animal like it could understand him. You wobbly stood, stop slightly hunched over as you trudged away from the fight.

Left... right... left... right... You walked slowly, trying to build the strength to continue. You should not have yelled at your dad, cursed him and his beliefs. The last thing you will have ever done with him is fight. Tears pricked your eyes again, the burning passion in your body was no match for the pain in your heart. If it's not Magnus that will kill you, it will be the wolf.

The ground rumbled, shaking so violently you feel to your knees. You yelled in frustration, it took so much just to stand. You can't possibly do it again, not when the loud sounds of punches and the pounding of your head rings. Not when your body violently shakes with need, with desire. You hate it, how you go limp on the ground. How your shaky hands find their way between your legs.

You needed something to soothe the ache. It was unbearable, it was inhumane. You placed your hand over your clothes cunt, moaning touch. You're disgusting, you're vile. You're succumbing to the demons liquid, his drug. It's not enough though, not with how tired your entire body is. You wanted more, no, you need more. Your eyes start to close, body shutting down from the deathly arousal your experiencing.

You miss how the white wolf managed to rid Magnus, having him flee from both of you. It moved to you, shape-shifting as it did. There stood a tall man, long limbs with blonde hair that reached his torso. He carefully picked you up, ignoring the lewd sounds you made when he touched you. You were unconscious, but your body was acting as if it was awake. Your sleepy hands gripped, grabbed, and clutched his body, trying to get closer to him.

The man let out an irritated sigh, eyes closing before he walked with you in his arms. He was dreading the thought of dealing with you and the aphrodisiac, but he took you nonetheless.

"This will be such a hassle," he mutters.

~

Three days. You have been in excruciating pain for three days and who knows how more to go. You were informed by the blonde man who saved you, Alucard, that you were cursed. It was a common one succumbi and incubi used for their victims. It was supposed to drive the person insane with need for an undetermined amount of time. It was painful not being touched, and painful being touched. Essentially, you had to choice to die in heat or be fucked to death.

Alucard was working on a potion, a reversal one that would undo what had been done to you by Magnus. He left you alone most of the time, bringing you food and water that you would nearly vomit. Both of you were beginning a routine; him bringing you food, you telling him that only food you need is dick, him forcing the food down you mouth, and you cumming whenever he grabbed your face to force your lips open.

You were beyond mortified when you had creamed your pants from a mere touch of his hand, but he didn't even mention it. By now, he was used to your howls of need, of pain. The way you voice echoed throughout his castle was a constant reminder of the pain you were in. Alucard treated you more like a cat in heat than a cursed human.

Even if it weren't for the curse, you would still want Alucard to stay besides you. It was so lonely to be in a room, chained to the bed (something he had to do for his and your protection). There was no one to talk to, no one to keep you company during this time, nothing to look at.

Alone.

You tiredly fight against your chained hands, your chained legs. Sweat and tears drip down your face, and you could feel the nonstop wetness dripping onto the bed from between your thighs. You haven't touched yourself once since being here. Though you've came, without meaning to, it's still not enough. There's nothing for your pussy to clamp down on, nothing that you could rub between your thighs.

Instead you just lie there, sobbing and cursing at yourself, and Magnus, at leaving your village. None of this would have happened had you stay there. You would have been with company, with human contact, with the only family you have left. More tears slip down your face, and you know it's not just from painful arousal.

Your thoughts are stopped by the door opening, revealing Alucard who has a tray in his hand. You lift your head up to peer at him, taking in his slender frame, long fingers, gentle eyes, and unblemished skin. Just like that, your saddened thoughts are replaced by the familiar need for sex.

You force your head back down onto the bed, biting your lower lip. You're on the verge of begging him to fuck you, though you know he won't. It's futile to even consider, but the skin on your lip still breaks from staying silent. You close your eyes when you hear his footsteps getting closer, you won't be able to stand it if you see him.

"The potion in done," his voice is gentle besides you. This time you snap you eyes open, head turning to his direction. Your eyes land on the tray that has not only food, but a clear glass. It's swirling with green and blue, some gold flecks fluttering around. You left out a sigh of relief, but it comes out like a moan.

Without thinking, you reach for the bottle. You're quickly restricted by the chains, and you yell from frustration. "Fuck Alucard! Just give it to me." You know you're being rude, and it's the last thing you should be to the man helping you. Still, you're not sure if you're asking for the potion or something else.

He set the tray down on a nearby nightstand, grabbing the glass and looking at you wearily. "It's been days since you've been cursed. You could drink it now, but it would take a few more days for the symptoms to clear," Alucard trails off like there's something else, and truthfully you don't have the patience to keep waiting.

"It's possible to also make the symptoms clear up quickly, just within a few hours. However-"

You trash around the bed impatiently. "I don't care! Heal me quickly. I'm not sure I can take much longer." The smell of him has you keening, drooling at the scent. It's the most he's talked to you, and you're clenching around nothing just at his voice. You fear of what you'll do if you have to withstand this feeling any further, death is seeming like a much better alternative.

Alucard's fingers grip the glass a little more harder, and without a word, he sits at the edge of the bed. The dip of his weight makes you anxious, horny, needy. You pray that he quickly gets on with whatever he has to do, but you also wish he can take you. Your body starts shaking in anticipation. This man hasn't even touched you, yet his mere presence makes you vibrate with arousal.

You watch as his hands ghost over your thighs where your dress ends. Your breath hitches, and you nearly cry when he lifts up the dress. He bunches it at your waist, and when his knuckles graze your flesh, you cum. A sob wrecks your body, and your hips left off the bed. You feel so embarrassed, so disgusted with yourself, yet you can't stop the hot pleasure that raked through your body.

Alucard waits until you flop back down into the bed, heavy breathing. Though he's killed demons and his own father, he's never experienced someone with such a curse. You're tempting to him, your soft skin and pleading eyes. The noises you make are so pretty to him, but he knows better than to think anything else.

He's reserved, tucked away in a castle that teleports at will. He doesn't bother with much companionship, let alone a night with a woman. After what happened last time, he swore to stay away from helping people unless necessary. Humans are deceiving, selfish, and everything his father feared. Still, he has a heart, he had a human mother. There is evil in humans yes, but there is also good.

You don't notice how Alucard's eyes travel your body, how his pants start getting a little tighter around the crotch area. You're so out of it, so desperate, it's nearly impossible to ignore you. It takes unbelievable strength to pull your underwear to the side, more to ignore the way the cloth stick to your pussy. Alucard unconsciously licks his lips.

You moan at the feeling of being exposed, of being looked at. You dare to life your head up, peeking at Alucard who dips his middle finger in the cup to coax it in the liquid. He notices your staring, and looks up. "I promise to do nothing indecent. I just have to insert this inside," he explains.

You only moan in response, opening your legs wider for his access. With gentle movements, Alucard smears his finger all over you clit. You squeal, body quivering from the stimulation. He's applying it like ointment, but what he's doing is anything but doctor-like. Alucard is avoiding your bud, the place where you ache for him to touch the most. You try to maneuver your hips so he could graze it, but he keeps one hand at your hips to keep you still.

Though he's touching you, something you've been praying for since you got to his castle, now it's not enough. You begin begging, pleading with him to touch you. You've lost what decency you had left, opting to succumb to the effects of the curse.

"But I am touching you," Alucard protests. You watch as his lips fight from turning into a smirk. Oh he's into this. Now you finally take in how his tongue keeps licking his lip, how dilated his pupils are, the way his fangs poke out from his -

Wait, fangs?

Surely, you must be hallucinating. Delirious from pleasure that you've began seeing things. You blink a few times, trying to get your eyes right. When you open them, however, they're still there. Your eyes widen in disbelief, in shock. You open your mouth to ask about it, but he slips his finger inside.

You whimper instead, fingers clutching the sheets under you. Your eyes roll back to your head, letting your walls squeeze his finger. You're panting, thoughts of his inhuman teeth forgotten as you finally have something inside you.

"Forgive me if you're a maiden," his voice breaks through your moans. "This is the fastest way to the the results you want. Tell me to stop, I will."

You shake your head so harshly, Alucard worry it might fall off. "No! No," you cry out. "I'm not-fuck! I've had- shiiiiiit," Your mouth fails you. It's impossible to speak now that he's started pumping his finger inside you. It's nothing compared to cock, but it's still long enough to have make you squirm.

"Ahh," Alucard's voice is understanding, "I see." Truthfully, he's glad you're not a virgin. It would have been awkward when you've healed, he can't handle confrontation like that. He gives a few more pumps before he pulls out, a string of your essence still clinging to his finger as if begging to not leave.

"Put it back in!" You sob, fighting against the chains. You're left empty, pussy throbbing like it's also crying. Your teary eyes watch as he dips two fingers into the potion. You almost forgot he was giving you medicine, too distracted with how much your desire pooled for him.

"Please." There's no point in pleading, you know he will give you what you need. Still, the thought of being left here again to endure this pain has you worried. Alucard pulls his fingers out of the glass and rubs the liquid on your clit. This time, he does touch the bundle of nerves. You whimper, head thrown back as you relish in his touch.

Alucard releases his hand from your waist to dip his middle and ring finger into the potion. Now his two fingers on each hand soaked, he moves it to enter your cunt. He watched as you mouth falls open in a loud moan as he pumps and rubs you. You're tightening so much around him, convulsing like he's exorcising a demon.

A quiet groan escaped his mouth when you start fucking yourself on his fingers. With the little free movements you have, you shift your hips upwards and downwards. You don't have much energy, but doing this makes it so that his fingers are able to hit your sweet spots.

Alucard speeds up his movements on rubbing you, feeling your insides spasm around his fingers. You're close again, and your lower half is so sticky from all the combined wetness. You don't bother counting on how many times you've finished from his hands, but in how skilled he is. Alucard's movements are calculated, soft, and gentle. Despite making your pussy squelch and squirt, he does it as elegant as ever.

With another loud moan, you cum on his hand, letting your hips still as you savor your orgasm. Eyes closed, legs stiff, and mouth hanging open, Alucard pulls his finger completely away from your body. You gasp, looking up to see him eyeing your spasming walls. Sure, you might need this 'healing' more than him, but he looks as desperate.

It's not until you see Alucard move to the bottle that you notice it's almost empty. Truthfully, you've began to feel the beginning parts of the working medicine. You can think a little clearer, your head isn't pounding as hard, and your body doesn't ache as painfully with desire. Still, your body craves more. From the curse or from your own yearning, only God knows.

"Wait," you speak up. Alucard halts his movements, fingers just above the cup. "What is it?" He asks, "Are you in pain?" Some of the lust in his eyes was replaced with worry, and you would've melted on the spot had you not had your exposed pussy bared to him.

"No, I'm fine," your voice is reassuring. "Actually, I think it's working." Alucard nods, "It seems so, you can speak in full sentences now." You laugh at his words, a little embarrassed at your previous behavior. You chew on your lower lip, now able to feel some shame from what you want to ask.

"Is it possible to..." you trail off. Your eyes scan your nude legs, his wet fingers, then your eyes land on the tent in his pants. Alucard notices this, blushing at your bold vision. "To what?" He pushes. Even if you're being very direct with your eyes, he still needs that verbal confirmation.

You think on how to word it properly so that you don't further humiliate yourself. Then you think, fuck it. "You have already seen my womanhood and felt it yourself. What's the harm in using your cock to apply the serum?" There, you asked him. You let out an exhale, surprised at yourself with your own bluntness.

His eyes widen, then he scans your body. You're tied, chained to the bed. You can't do him any harm even if you wished to, plus you did not seem skilled in hunting demons or anything of the sort. Alucard weighs the pros and cons in his head before coming to a conclusion. "I suppose you're right, there is no difference at this point."

Alcuard stands off the bed, and you watch in anticipation as he rids himself of his pants. Wet hands untie the knot, gently dragging the material down his thighs, calfs, until he hits his ankles. Even in undressing, he is as poise as ever. With nothing underneath, you watch how his dick touches his lower abdomen, the head screaming to the played with.

A hum leaves your lips, legs opening a little wider upon seeing him. Alucard is far too embarrassed to look at you, but you can tell he appreciates your reaction from the red in his face. You yank of the chains enough to have them rattle, forcing him to look up at you. "Rid of these quickly. I think my arms are about to fall off."

You watch as his expression falls a little, a small look of pain crosses his eyes. "I cannot."

You raise an eyebrow, "You cannot?" He nods, confirming your question. "I find it more...comfortable to keep you bind." His tone is set, but the way his eyes meet yours shows his nervousness. You sigh, a little irritated at his request. You click your tongue a few times, thinking. "What about my legs then? Could you unchain them at least?"

He taps his chin thoughtfully, almost forgetting the fact that his dick is still out and proud. "Yes," Alucard comes to a resolution. "Tell me if you feel discomfort." You thank him and watch as he bends over to the bed, easily opening the clamps on your ankles to set you free.

Once your legs are released, you stretch. You feel a few bones pop and groan in satisfaction. Alucard chuckles at you, now finding himself on the bed as he crawls to your hips. Without missing a beat, you reopen your legs. You push your knees up to your chest, letting him adjust in front of you.

Anticipation relights in your chest as you observe him between your legs. Alucard soothingly rubs his hands up and down the back of your thighs, planting kisses on your somewhat sore ankles.

Gentle, you think. You haven't been with a lover in a while, and to be treated so tenderly after so long does something to you. Alucard's sweet, golden eyes meet you. Though you can see the passion and lust in them, you can't help but see fear. It's strange. Why is he one scared when you're the one who's tied? At his will and power literally beneath him, yet it's him who trembles in anxiousness.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you don't know why you say it. Perhaps it's because you want to make him feel better. A part of you regrets even speaking up, but that feeling goes away quickly when he smiles almost shyly at you. "I know," he says. "It's just been a while."

You were going to say that you have also been abstinent, but you moan instead when you feel the head of his cock sliding against your clit. From the previous cum and orgasms, Alucard finds himself humping against you eagerly. He uses his hands to reach down and press his cock harder against you, making sure to apply pressure.

You quiver, eyes locked on his as you hear the slickness of your connecting bodies. Alucard keeps his other hand at the back of you thigh to keep your leg open. His hips move with determination, captivated by your soft flesh.

The curse has not yet fully gone away, so it's not long before you feel the impending build up of yet another orgasm. You're moaning at every thrust Alcuard provides you to let him know that you're close. He watches how his dick glistens from your wetness despite not even being inside you once. Alucard knows it's just the curse effects, but a small part of his hopes it's from his actions.

Just to experiment, Allured dips the head of his cock into your entrance before sliding back out. You clench around emptiness, suddenly eager to cream his cock. "Alucard," his name is magic on your tongue. He doesn't even need to ask what you need nor do you need to say more. You both want it inside.

Alucard groans as he gentle slides his cock in you. There's little to no resistance, and even if there was, you would take only pleasure in the stretch. It's already hard not to when he fills you up so nicely, his girth spreading your lower lips perfectly. You didn't intend to come with his first breach, but you did anyway.

Your body tightens, your warm walls clamping on his dick like you did to his fingers not too long ago. An actual whimper leaves his lips, and you only squeeze him tighter. You can feel yourself pulsing around him, the leaking of your cum down your ass. Surely, you must look exhausted. With a heaving chest, sweaty body, and knotted hair, there must be nothing appealing to your appearance.

Still, Alucard finds beauty in your afterglow. The wet and dry cum spread between your thighs, the way your eyes seem to gloss over every time you finish, truly a sight to behold. It's been so long since he has experienced pleasure to this extent. Alcuard will cherish this moment for as long as he can.

It's why he thrusts into you again, relishing in your overstimulated noises. All you can do, and want to do, is take it. Let Alucard take you as he pleases, as he deserves. He's been so patient, so kind. This is the last he deserves.

Now that both of his hands are on your thighs, you start honing in on his touches. His long hair tickles your legs, even a part of your stomach when he leans down to get a better angle. His fingers dig into your soft flesh, almost possessively. His mouth is open, panting as he fucks into you.

Even in his most primal state, Alucard is still graceful in his movements. You don't think it's possible for any man to look as beautiful as he does in the moment, yet here he is. You unconsciously tug at the restraints at your wrists, desperate to touch him, to kiss him.

His pink, soft lips are all you can look at while Alucard is too distracted with looked at how your cunt eats him up. Now with more confidence, he lifts your legs higher. He pins your thighs to your chest so tightly that it constricts some of your air flow. The current mating press has him close to your face, dick adjusting to the new position.

There's no way you can't not pay attention to his mouth now, his breath on your skin. Alucard is on his feet now, crouched so he could slam into your overstimulated pussy perfectly. He's so deep, so thick that you feel his tip go almost in to your cervix. You cry out, eyes teary as he finally looks up at you.

Alucard looks at you as if he's hurt you, but now he can see the pure lust gaze you have. It's almost as if Alucard had heard your wish to kiss him because the next thing you know, those same lips are pressing down on yours. You moan into his mouth, a sudden burst of pleasure explodes in your stomach.

"Holy shit," you manage to speak. Your legs are spasming insanely, his grip had turned a little harsh just to keep you still. You don't pulling away from his sloppy kiss, you know his thighs must be soaked in your cum.

He is first to break the kiss, letting out a choked laugh before driving into you harder. You didn't even get the chance to come down from your high. Instead, your body moves like a rag doll underneath him from the intense overstimulation. Now you're somewhat thankful for the chains, you have something to grab onto without worry of hurting anyone (besides yourself).

Alucard knows he won't last much longer. Not only is his dick going to explode, but his legs will give out from staying at a squatting position. With loud groans and unfocused eyes, you know he's close. After days of watching your struggle, the desperation for Alucard's touch, he finally gets to soak in all your being.

A part of you wishes that you could do more for him, but the way his face begins to twist in pleasure tells you that he's perfectly happy with how things are now. His hips stutter, your name leaves his lips in aroused chants, and he pulls out.

You gasp at the sudden lost of contact, immediately begging for him to put it back in. Though you have cum an already unknown amount of times on his cock and fingers, you think it's only fair for him to get the same treatment in finishing in your soft pussy no matter how fuck out you are.

He ignores your wails though, he continues stroking himself the completion on your stomach. Wet cum sprouts on your tummy, legs still stuck in the previous position. Though you know you should be grateful for him not cumming inside, you're still thoroughly disappointed. Alucard has the same feeling as you, but he's still gentleman.

You slowly let your legs down, wincing at the soreness and stiffness you're met with. Alucard is quick to help you, gently placing your legs on the bed. You're still breathing heavily, on the brink of passing out when he awkwardly lays besides you. From the way he's panting, he's also just as tired as you.

It takes a while before he's able to speak, turning his head to you. "Are you okay?"

You laugh, also turning to meet his eyes, "Yes, Alucard. I feel great." He hums thoughtfully at your answer, a soft smile on his lips. You want to talk to him more. You want to ask about his castle, how he seems like to be the only one here, where he came from, where he learned to fuck like that.

Despite your curiosity, sleep gets the best of you. And you think this will be the first time you get a good nights rest in years.

a/n: this is my man frfr

taglist: @whatamidoing89, @panda-wolf, @fatgumsbby, @nekohollowsychogoth

Al fin me animé a escribir y publicar algo por aquí, aun no me acostumbro a tumblr, pero poco a poco lo haré, quise dejar mi aporte a Castlevania y escribir para Adrian Tepes, lo amo🥺

@milkywaydrabbles espero que te guste!

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Su luz.

Eras su luz entre toda la oscuridad que lo acompañaba.

Alucard había hecho tanto y recibido poco, había ofrecido sus conocimientos y obtenido lo peor de la humanidad, con crueldad y cinismo. 

Él esperaba ahogarse entre tanto alcohol o poder morir de una sobredosis de vino, si es que eso se podía. Ya no quería saber nada, si la humanidad le daría la espalda y le intentaría atacar en el momento que él se distrajera, entonces no quería nada.

Había logrado acabar y detener la guerra de su padre, con la ayuda de quienes se volvieron sus primeros amigos, para después quedarse otra vez solo. Y cuando parecía que la vida le daba una oportunidad para ayudar a los demás, recibió odio y traición por parte de dos humanos que creyó que se volverían sus nuevos amigos. 

Lo engañaron, lo utilizaron y vulneraron. 

Alucard se derrumbó en la miseria, no quería ni ver su reflejo porque sabía que si lo hacía, vería solo un cuerpo vacío. Un lamentable pedazo de hombre o lo que quedara de ese quién fue antes. 

Hasta que llegaste tú.

Fuiste otra desafortunada alma que se detuvo frente a su castillo. Habías sido perseguida por otros humanos, querían dañarte, querían abusar de ti.

Por eso cuando vio y comprendió todo lo que se estaba desarrollando frente a su casa, no había dudado en entrar en acción. Él no quería que alguien más se sintiera utilizado y rebajado. 

A pesar de estar resentido con la humanidad, actuó en son de la justicia y te ayudó, te salvó, rompió los huesos y advirtió a aquellos hombres que te estaban cazando como si fueras un animal de deporte.

Te permitió quedarte en su hogar, a pesar de que aún tenía desconfianza en los demás, hasta que poco a poco comenzaron a tener conversaciones, tu preguntabas y él respondía con pocas palabras.

Aquello se volvió una rutina hasta que su desconfianza se desvaneció poco a poco.

Ahora eras su compañera,  su confidente. Su amor. Su luz entre toda esa oscuridad que lo consumía.

Los primeros rayos del sol lo despertaron, casi no dormía, pero desde que estabas tú en su vida, dormir se volvió reconfortante, te vio junto a él y sonrió.

"Buenos días, cariño …" Sonreíste, te sentías observada por unos ojos miel, logrando que te despertaran.

" Buenos días, ¿Dormiste bien?…" Él sonrió, admirando tu desnudez, Alucard aun no podía creer que llegaría a estar así contigo. 

"Después de lo que hicimos anoche y quedar muy agotada, sí." Hacer el amor con él te había dejado tan fatigada que poco a poco el sueño te invadió.

Alucard rió suavemente, llevó una de sus pálidas manos a tu mejilla cálida. 

"Gracias mi amor." Murmuró el bello Damphir.

"¿ Por qué?" Lo miraste sin comprender.

"Por ser mi luz entre toda la oscuridad."

He visto que varios blogs ponen reglas, no sé que tipo de reglas podría poner pero espero que estas funcionen como reglas para mi blog:

Respetar, por favor, tanto a las personas que leen como al escritor.

Si eres menor de edad, no te gusta el contenido adulto o lo que se escriba en el blog, no lo leas.

No acepto solicitudes, quizás con el tiempo sí.

Tener paciencia, ya que cuando escribo un fanfic con más capítulos, tiendo a tardar en publicar, también porque mi salud no es la mejor y hay tiempos en los que me alejo de la escritura por esas razones.

Antes solía escribir y ahora he decidido volver a retomarlo. Espero que las personas que lleguen a leer mis ideas, les gusten y puedan compartirlas.

Quise escribir otro yandere y practicar este tipo de fanfics, espero sea del agrado del lector. Gracias por leer mis otros drabbles.

Advertencias: Yandere Alucard Tepes x Reader femenino. No acepto o consiento cualquier comportamiento dañino, obsesivo y/o posesivo cualquier otro. Esto es sólo una ficción.

Alucard no había sido egoísta en su vida. Pero cuando lo fue por primera vez él mismo se sorprendió de serlo. Fue como un nuevo descubrimiento de sí mismo, de algo que no pensó que había en su ser..

El sentimiento de querer que tú solo te interesaras en él y en su amor, lo volvió loco, no necesitabas a nadie más, no necesitas convivir con tus amigos y tu familia, podían hacer una nueva familia juntos, tan grande como quisieras, porque solo debías estar con él, amarlo, adorarlo, como él hace contigo.

Su amor por ti era tan grande que lo hacía querer poseerte en el momento en que estuvieran solos.

Sabías que te amaba, te lo había dicho, pero fuiste tan ingenua y rechazaste lo que te ofrecía, a él lo enfureció. ¿Cómo podías no amarlo? Él era perfecto y mejor que un hombre común, tenía todo lo que pudieras desear, te daría todo lo que le pidieras, pondría el mundo ante tus pies si se lo pidieras; pero fuiste tan tonta y decidiste rechazarlo.

Y ahora, como consecuencia de tu decisión, Alucard te había secuestrado, llevado con él a su casa y puesto en lo más oscuro de su castillo.

"Corazón mío." La puerta de acero chirrió, lo miraste entrar, viste sus ojos dorados, parecían brillar con un toque de oscuridad.

La poca luz de las velas lo ayudaban para que pudiera apreciar tu belleza, aunque no las necesitaba ya que su vista le hacía apreciar muy bien todo.

" Hace mucho frío esta noche. Te traje unas mantas para que puedas cubrirte." Adrián caminó hacia ti, dejando en el suelo las cobijas.

"¿Cuándo me dejarás salir de aquí, Alucard?" Preguntaste, estabas molesta y al mismo tiempo triste por lo que él hacía. 

"¿Me amas, al fin?" Ahora preguntó él, mirando entre tu ser.

"... No."

"Entonces aún no podrás dejar este lugar"

"¡No puedes tenerme aquí! ¡No puedes obligar a alguien a qué te ame!"

Alucard ignoró tu grito, estaba caminando hacia la puerta por dónde había entrado momentos antes, sentiste que tus esperanzas de salir de ese frío calabozo se iban con él.

"¡Alucard, por favor!'' 

Escuchó que le llamaba, pero ya era tarde cuando la gran puerta se cerró.

Sabía que estaba haciendo mal, su lado humano se lo decía, pero aún así la tenía retenida. Solo quería que lo amaras, que fueras tan devota a él. Y si tenía que hacer esto para que cambiaras de opinión y le dieras lo que quería, entonces lo haría. Haría cualquier cosa para que dijeras que estarías con él para siempre, voluntariamente o no.

Amar era una locura letal para los vampiros.

Ahora entendía a su padre.

Tengo unos problemitas para publicar esto. Espero que esta vez no suceda nada, hice esta idea un poco tonta para practicar mi escritura Smut, espero que sea del agrado de los demás, agradezco también a quienes han leído mis otras publicaciones.

Advertencia: estructura +18, si eres menor de edad o no te gusta este tipo de lectura, no leas.

Adrian Tepes x lector femenino.

El Damphir que se robó una doncella prometida. 

Para las jóvenes doncellas estar comprometidas con un buen hombre era una gran ilusión, corrían con la suerte de casarse con alguien de buena familia y estarían con alguien que las amaría, pero no siempre era así. 

Estabas comprometida, mejor dicho, tus padres te estaban vendiendo a un hombre horrible, en el momento en que tuvieron la oportunidad decidieron que sería una buena idea entregar a su única hija al dueño de un negocio del pueblo. Ellos eran tus padres, ¿Cómo era posible que hicieran esto? Pero no les importaba, solo el dinero que recibirían al entregar a su hija como si no sucediera nada. 

Su matrimonio no era uno normal, tu padre un completo borracho que solía tener deudas por su incontrolable adicción al alcohol y tu madre… a ella no le importaba su marido, solo se había casado con él en cuanto supo de su embarazo y sacarle lo poco que le diera. 

Sinceramente no te importaban ya. Pero ahora que habían hecho aquél trato con ese hombre, enfureciste. 

No tenías a nadie con quien desahogarse en casa, así que fuiste con la única persona que te entendía muy bien. Caminaste por el bosque hasta llegar al castillo que se instaló muy cerca del pueblo en que vivías, el castillo de Drácula. 

Tener tan cerca ese imponente castillo había llamado su atención, la curiosidad llamaba y, en un momento donde huiste de tu hogar y de las discusiones de tus padres, fuiste a explorar cerca. No habías pensado que llegarías a conocer a Alucard, aquél que habías escuchado mencionar por un orador. Fue un poco extraño conocerlo, quizás porque él era diferente a un humano. Pero lo extraño y sobrenatural te atraía. Y desde aquella vez, comenzaron a tener una extraña pero hermosa amistad. 

Alucard solía ser un poco callado pero sarcástico, cálido a pesar de que parecía esconder ese lado suyo, era guapo y esos pectorales, no eras ignorante de la seducción que Alucard poseía y no negabas que habías comenzado a sentir una gran atracción por él. Había muchas cualidades y razones en él que te hacían tener mariposas en el estómago cuando estaban juntos.

El castillo estaba frente a ti, subiendo los escalones sabías que él sabía que estabas ahí. La gran puerta fue abierta para que pudiera entrar y Alucard te vio desde las escaleras de caracol.

“... Que alegría verte.”  La sonrisa en su rostro era evidente.

“Yo también me alegro de verte, Alucard.” Saludándolo, caminaste hacia él.

Alucard notó cómo su rostro estaba ligeramente molesto, normalmente cuando estabas así era por los problemas de tu familia, él lo sabía, desde que comenzaron a entablar amistad no le ocultaste nada sobre tus "amorosos papás". Alucard comprendió, no juzgó, pero si le molestó que unas personas fueran tan irresponsables y quisieran llevarse entre todos sus problemas a alguien que no lo merecía.

Él quería hacer algo para ayudar, el tiempo que estuvieron conviviendo ha sido lo mejor para él, habías aparecido justo cuando sentía que estaba perdiendo la cordura. 

Ver a otro humano, después de que la guerra contra su padre terminó, fue lo mejor que le pasó, eras lo mejor que le habías pasado. Esa curiosidad tuya por las cosas sobrenaturales, tu forma de pensar y ese brillo en los ojos cuando jugaban juntos, era como un dulce regalo, pero no solo eso le llamaba de ti, cada vez que jugaban a atrapar el uno al otro, había estado viendo tus caderas al momento en que corrías, tus pechos esponjosos cuando necesitabas tomar aire después de tanto correr; Adrian quería ver tus lugares más privados. 

Se sentía como un pervertido pero no podía evitarlo, lo tentabas. 

“¿Qué sucede ahora?” Ignorando sus pensamientos lujuriosos, se atrevió a preguntar. 

Mordiéndo tu labio por la frustración, comenzaste a hablar:

“Ay, Alucard, mis padres han hecho algo espantoso” Corriste a él y lo abrazaste con desesperación.

Para Alucard fue una sorpresa repentina cuando te aferraste a él, como pidiendo protección.

“¡Me han comprometido con un señor!”

“¡¿Qué?!” No solía sorprenderse tanto, pero en cuanto dijiste aquello, fue como si le hubieran dicho la pesadilla más espantosa. “¿Ellos hicieron qué?”

“Prometido, pero en realidad me cambiaron por unas simples monedas en cuanto tuvieron la oportunidad” Susurró sabiendo que él escucharía. “No quiero casarme con un anciano, Alucard.”

Sus brazos rodearon tu cuerpo, como si fuera un refugio donde nadie entraría a dañar.

“Yo quiero estar con la persona que amo.”

Aquello llamó la atención del damphir y una ráfaga de celos lo invadió, estabas enamorada de alguien.

“¿De quién?” Su voz masculina salió de sus labios por sí sola. Tenía que saberlo, quería escuchar quién era ese alguien que amabas.

“Yo… Uh…” La vergüenza te tomó. ¿Por qué era difícil decir a quién amas?

“Dime, ¿A quién amas?” Los dedos de su mano derecha tomaron tu barbilla. Sus ojos miel te miraban como si estuvieran tratando de hipnotizar tu mente.

Labios masculinos se acercaban a unos femeninos, deseosos de probarlos, tu corazón parecía golpear tu caja torácica, pensaste si era posible que saliera de tu pecho por la forma en que palpitaba como loco. Lo que pensaste que nunca podría suceder, pasó, Alucard te estaba besando y era mejor que en tus sueños.

Sus esponjosos labios se movieron con maestría atrapando los suaves y torpes por la repentina acción. Con sus colmillos mordió su labio inferior pidiendo permiso para profundizar más ese beso y lo hiciste, le estabas dando permiso a hacer lo que quisiera, su lengua lamió la tuya como si la estuviera seduciendo; un pequeño gemido brotó y no supiste si fue tuyo o de él.

Él se separó de tu boca, un pequeño hilillo de saliva los mantenía unidos, sus ojos parecieron brillar más.

“ A mi habitación” Sin perder el contacto con tus ojos, te tomó por la cintura, te dejaste llevar por él y no querías dejar su cercanía.

Llegaron a su habitación dejando atrás el salón principal, la luz se filtraba por las ventanas haciendo que el lugar se notara un poco acogedor y como un lugar para descansar cómodamente. Tuvo que soltarle para poder cerrar la puerta, aun sabiendo que no habría nadie que les interrumpiera. Miraste a tu alrededor y su cama. Sabías lo que sucedería a continuación.

“No haré nada si no lo deseas, pero…”

“Quiero hacerlo.” Respondiste, no había duda de que quisieras.

Caminó hacia ti para poder besarse otra vez, hacer eso era como una invitación a lo prohibido, a la tentación. Y él quería llegar a eso, contigo. Los gemidos y suspiros entre besos eran escuchados, pero Alucard quería más que solo besarse, ambos querían más. 

Con pasos decididos llegaron a su cama y te tumbó delicadamente en ella.

“He querido hacer esto contigo” Reveló con un poco de timidez. Su cuerpo más grande descansaba sobre ti.

“Yo también.” Con voz acalorada, lo miraste.

Ambos estaban igual de avergonzados, pero con el calor del momento y el deseo consumiendo sus cerebros, las caricias lascivas debajo de la ropa se hicieron presente, ambos querían tocar, explorar la piel del uno y del otro. La ropa comenzó a estorbar y a desesperarlo, necesitaba verte tal y como eras. No podía esperar más, con sus grandes manos no le fue difícil sacarte de ese molesto vestido. 

Sus ojos brillaron cuando la vio desnuda por primera vez.  Alucard iba a comerte y tú no lo impedirías.

Comenzó a recorrer tu cuello con dicha, con cada paso de sus labios por tu nervioso cuello, pechos y mejillas; un suspiro dejabas escapar para él.Guiaste tus manos hacia su cuerpo, querías quitarle la ropa como él hizo contigo, al ver lo que pretendías, ayudó a quitarse la camisa y pudiste ver sus músculos, pecho y cicatriz, era como si te hechizara cuando tus manos lo comenzaron a recorrer.

“¿Te gusta lo que ves?” Preguntó socarrón, no podías dejar de tocar y mirar, todo su pálido cuerpo, cada parte de él estaba haciendo que no alejaras las manos.

Y ahí estaba su modo burlesco, incluso en este momento de placer. Lo tomaste del cabello para besarlo con lujuria, mordiendo un poco sus labios. Gimió cuando lo tomaste así. Su mano comenzó a deslizarse desde tus pechos a la parte baja entre tus muslos, quería tocar ese lugar secreto entre tus piernas. Sus dedos tentaron hasta que por fin entraron en esa calidez, encontrando ese botón nervioso.

Sorprendida por lo que te hacía sentir comenzaste a gemir, las caderas se movieron por sí solas en cuanto sus dos dedos comenzaron a jugar con su clítoris, sus dedos parecían estar acostumbrándose a sentir lo cálida que eras en esa área sedosa. Necesitaba oír más de tí, comenzó a hacer que entres en desesperación por lo bien que te hacía sentir solo con eso. El nudo en tu estómago parecía reventar, un toque tras otro y otro cuando ya no pudiste más y llegaste al primer orgasmo de la tarde. 

Tu cara ardía por haber terminado en su mano, con la respiración cansada de haber acabado en sus grandes dedos. El te miró, se le hacía agua la boca por verte así, los pantalones comenzaron a molestarle, con la necesidad de poder hacer algo por la dureza de entre sus piernas, se quitó lo último de su vestimenta, no iba a parar, separó tus piernas para estar enmedio de ellas, una mirada más a ti y un asentimiento le bastó para poder entrar poco a poco en tu interior. La respiración se le cortó cuando entró por fin, los dulces pétalos de tu cuerpo se separaron para recibir su longitud como si lo estuvieran esperando desde hace mucho tiempo.

Se sentía tan bien, tan húmedo y caliente, sus caderas comenzaron a moverse lenta y firmemente, provocando que gimieras para él. El repentino dolor por su grueso eje invadiendo tus confines, comenzó a desaparecer con cada destello de placer. 

“Adrian…” Murmuró entre gemidos.

No comprendiste a qué se refería, hasta que te diste cuenta de que te pedía que lo llamaras por su nombre, su nombre real y no Alucard.

“A-Adrián” Lo complaciste y él agradeció embistiendo esos nervios de placer. Gemiste fuerte cuando su miembro golpeó con más fuerza, él iba a hacer que gimieras su nombre para él, se aseguraría de eso. Tu clítoris parecía entrar en un estado de excitación cuando la cabeza de su entrepierna lo golpeaba hasta querer hacerlo estallar. 

El olor a sexo comenzaba a volverse más fuerte entre ese cuarto, los gemidos; los golpes de piel contra piel y esos gruñidos como de un ser sobrenatural eran la clara evidencia de lo que se estaba haciendo ahí. Un ser de la noche estaba corrompiendo a una doncella. Y no se arrepentía, la marcaría como suya, su compañera, de él y de nadie más.

Sus instintos naturales lo guiaban a querer poseerla por completo, a marcar a esa mujer como su compañera y amante. El clímax final estaba por llegar, ambos lo podían sentir como hilos de electricidad recorriendo sus cuerpos sudorosos. Sentiste ese nudo romperse otra vez y no pudiste evitarlo, te corriste sobre su duro miembro y creiste ver estrellas cuando sucedió. Adrian pudo sentir el momento justo en que llegaste al orgasmo y él pronto te acompañaría a la cima, su miembro parecía tener ligeros temblores, indicios de que pronto estaría igual que tu, una y otra embestida más bastaron para que él finalmente sintiera lo que llegaste a sentir, derramando su semilla en tu estreches. Y fue el placer más grande que pudo haber sentido en su vida y lo mejor es que fue contigo. Su cuerpo cansado cayendo sobre ti, sin lastimar.

“A ti, Adrián, a quien amo es a ti.” Dijiste por fin, tus brazos lo tomaron en una abrazo.

“Yo también te amo” Sonrió con sinceridad.”

El sueño te recorrió, tus ojos comenzaban a pesarte, te vio cerrar los ojos y para él fue como si viera dormir a un ángel. La noche estaba ya puesta en el cielo, con ella era imposible que regresara a casa, pero era muy seguro que no te irías, con lo cansada que habías quedado.

Mientras dormías,  sus pensamientos lo llevaron al suceso que los trajo ahí, te habían prometido, cambiado habías dicho, pero por lo que hicieron y las confesiones, ese compromiso ya no era válido. Se levantó, tomó sus pantalones y buscando hoja y tinta comenzó a escribir una carta a tus padres.

Estimados señores:

La carta que les hago llegar es para hacerles saber que me enteré de que han prometido a su hija, la mujer que amo y ahora está durmiendo en mi cama, ahora con eso dicho ya no podrán seguir con sus planes, porque ahora ella es mi esposa.

Se despide: Alucard Tepes, el damphir que se ha robado a su hija”