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16 with Alucard please and thank you!

A/N: I used the game ref for his height bc you got me all the way fucked up if you think I'm listening to Netflix when they say he's shorter than Trevor PLEASE be so serious. Alucard is 6'3" here, enjoy the fic MWUAH

CW: Manhandling, pet names, size kink

Size Difference x Alucard

“Adrian, can you help me grab something on the top shelf please?” You whined and huffed, pointing to the offensive item in the kitchen pantry. Your husband breathed out a laugh, reaching up to assist you. “Anything else you need while I’m up here, princess?” He teased, waiting for an answer. “Actually, yeah, that stuff while you’re at it!” 

“Why didn’t you ask for help to hang that, love?” Alucard questioned seeing you on a chair tiptoeing up to put up some homey decorations. “I can do it!” you strained, finally, finally placing the decor up on the hook. Alucard simply rolled his eyes with a smile, letting you be independent. 

It was always like this--you would either get too frustrated trying to get something too high up for you and called Alucard over, or he would find you in compromising positions trying to reach if he wasn’t around. And honestly, he loved seeing you struggle just a little bit. You were just so small--Alucard standing nearly a foot higher in height he towered over you. He didn’t bring it up much, he knew how much you hated being reminded how tiny and ‘frail’ you were in comparison to him. But he just..couldn’t help staring sometimes. How he had perfect view of down your shirt, seeing your tits so snug. The way you looked up at him so innocent, though all he could think of was how you would look with his cock stuffed in your mouth. How, when you were feeling particularly needy, you had to reach up on your toes to give him a kiss if he pulled back too far, whining while doing so. He just loved the difference.

He’s usually great at suppressing his urges, initiating when you seemed restless, or letting you do so. But tonight? You walked out wearing one of his pajama shirts that completely engulfed your body. Alucard already wore loose fitting clothing to bed, so the way his shirt swung lower like a dress, but not quite long enough to cover your ass, only covered by a pair of your underwear had him reeling. You, of course, thought nothing of it, simply getting ready for bed as you always do. “Sweetheart, are you wearing my shirt?” He breathed out, mesmerized how your ass peaked out with each step you took. “Oh, yeah, I hope you don’t mind.” You gave him a smile, crawling into bed with him. He said nothing, waiting for you to get situated before moving to grab your face and bring it close to his own. “Of course I don’t mind, beautiful.” His lips were on you after that, mindful of the fangs as he nipped and suckled your lower lip. You gasped, Alucard gaining access to your mouth and slipping his tongue in freely. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become heated, Alucard climbing on top of you before pulling away--looming over you. “Look at you, so small underneath me...imagine how easy it is for me to break you.” He looked like a wild animal above you, eyeing you up like prey. This only turned you on, feeling the dampness collecting in your underwear. Big doe eyes looked up at him in anticipation, as his hands moved to push up his sleep shirt from your body. “So small, so easy to throw around, you need me to protect you don’t you darling?” He didn’t mean it, you both knew he didn’t. You were so capable of protecting yourself, one of the reasons he fell in love with you was for your determination and strength, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to hear you say it.

You nodded, finding your voice, shaky “Yes, Adrian..I need you to protect me, you’re so strong.” God it sounded good coming out of your mouth. Alucard practically tore the shirt off you, keeping you in just your underwear. His mouth latched onto your nipple, teeth scraping down your skin and swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before moving to the other. You whimpered above him, bucking your hips up into nothing. Large hands pushed your hips down, Alucard growling. “Patience, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want.” He promised, leaning back and seeing how his hands engulfed your tummy. He grew feral, tossing his shirt off to the side and pulling his rock hard cock out of his pants, not bothering to take them off fully. He didn’t have the patience to be off you, even if he just asked for it. He lifted your legs around his waist, slapping his cock onto your pussy before laying down on your stomach. “You see that, princess? See how deep I’ll be in you?” You whimpered, looking down at the sheer girth and size of your husband’s dick. It always feels like you’re splitting apart at the seams, but seeing the size difference between the two of you in this life has you clenching your dripping hole. “P-please Adrian, I want it, I need it.” You babbled, trying your best to grind on him to no avail. 

“Sweetheart, I need to prep you, I’ll break you in half if I don’t.” He was teasing you, smirk plastered on his face. Two long fingers prodded at your entrance, pushing in with ease. You moaned, sloppy pussy sucking in his fingers. “Look at how greedy you are, love. You just can’t get enough of my long fingers.” Alucard scissored his fingers in you, stretching you out you writhed underneath him. “‘M ready Adrian, please, please I’m ready!” He couldn’t argue with how pretty you begged. Alucard sucked on his fingers after being in your cunt with a moan. “I’m going to need to taste you later.” He mumbled before pushing his thick cock in you to the hilt, pressing his hips into yours. “Do you feel me, sweetheart? You feel how deep I am?” He couldn’t stop thinking of the size difference, pressing a hand on your stomach. You gasped, tightening around him. “I’m all the way up here, beautiful. So fucking deep in you.” He growled out, fucking into you at a brutal pace. He pressed down on your stomach still, feeling the bulge expand and shrink with each thrust of his dick. Tears streamed down your face as you spoke nonsense, sentences slurred. You were completely cockdrunk, can only think about Alucard above you, how much bigger than you he was, how full he made you feel. His cock pounded into your swollen pussy, creamy ring forming around the base as he stuffed you, relentless.

“Gonna keep you under me for hours, sweetheart. Can’t let you go.” And he would make good on that promise.

not to be that person but uh...with all this talk about feral alucard and all...what about something like lust in particular?

For real for real, when I read feral!Alucard I immediately went to the gutter but I was like let me be chill. They're asking about anger.

On the lust side, don't even try to run. That makes it more fun for him (unless you like being hunted down and railed, I do 👀). I've said it before and I'll say it again. Alucard is a nice man but he's still a man. And couple that with the predatory instincts a dhampir possesses there's going to be a time where he wants his s/o so much that everything else will cease to matter. He's got to have them.

It'll start off slow. He'll suddenly be needier than usual. Being near them often, touching them in some way. The small of their back, their shoulder, their hips. He'll pepper them with spontaneous kisses and it's sweet but then things get a little more intense as they progress.

He's using his teeth. His hands are a little bit more rough as they cover more territory. He'll do his best to expose more and more skin as he gets hypnotized by the sound of his lover's heartbeat, their quick breathing, the little sounds they make when he touches them here or there. In that time, all he can think about is touching them, tasting them, having them and he can lose himself in it. Until he's moving on instinct alone. And it doesn't matter where.

Up against a wall, over a table, over a table that was just previously covered with stuff but he decided to launch everything out of the way (I wasn't going to mention this yet, but he 100% will levitate during if the time calls for it), out in the woods. He'll hold them possessively by the throat or their abdomen, he might start off with sharp thrusts with a couple seconds in between but changes swiftly. And he likes to see it. So if there's a mirror nearby you better get ready to watch him take you...

Also, I had a thought about how fast he could move and that in this time, he might be getting into it and the pace starts out humanly fast but he might quicken towards the end and the level of friction that would cause would send his lover into a tizzy. Eyes rolled to the back of their head, feeling every motion from their toes to their fingertips. Forgetting how to speak.

Oh and he doesn't always talk during these times. He's somewhere else. Submerged in the desire of the one he wants the most.

Welcome to KD: KINK Discussions

Today’s Kink of Discussion is: *drumroll* Breeding. Who don’t like babies, huh? In theory at least if not in practice? This is 18+ (Don’t play with me 👀 ) I’ll probably be adding a part 2 to this.

Let’s be honest. Alucard won’t tell you anything. Not at first. He’ll quietly think about all the different ways he’d like to make you his.

One of these ways most definitely includes impregnating you.

It shocked him when the thought first occurred to him. Innocent in the beginning. A question of what’d you’d be like as a mother and then it took a dip when he realized what he’d have to do to make that happen.

The thought of holding you near looking deep into your eyes while his seed coats your walls made him dizzy 

Over time, he would sit and think about it over and over again until he was in a frenzy. At these times he’d disappear into the woods and wouldn’t come back for hours. 

Noticing the change in his routine and demeanor you purposefully do your best to be near him often and soon enough it finally comes out. 

You’re sitting on a writing desk, legs slightly open beckoning him closer as your hands explore all the places you know will make him talk without thinking. 

His soft lips are brushing against yours as you speak. “You’ve been so distant lately, so far. Why are you hiding from me?” He sighs as your hand slides up his abdomen, all the way to his neck. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to make you mine.” Giggling, you trace delicate circles on the side of his throat. “I already am yours.” 

“No.” He whispers, pulling you back with serious eyes, hand on your abdomen. “Really mine.” Understanding what he means makes you giddy, your eyes widen and you laugh.  

Breathlessly, you tell him that you want it. You want him, and everything that comes with it. And so it begins. But once the doors are open, they aren’t closed again and they just keep getting wider. 

To Have and To Hold

Warnings: Yandere!Aliucard, SMUT, creampie (wrap it before you tap it my dudes this is FICTION! Kids cost money), slight degradation, a little bit of fluff. A/N: Yall, please don't judge me. I had a hell of a rough time writing this out because I had to take a break every three minutes to BREATHE lol. I hope the smut is okay. I'm not ready to be that explicit just yet. I hope y'all like this. This is another 2k words and is not proofread. If you want to be in the taglist just lmk! Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.

Masterlist Chap 1.

Chapter Two

 The next morning you awake to an old chest half your size in the middle of your room. On top of it, there’s a note.         “ I was informed this morning that your bag was lost in transit and they’re unable to locate it. I took the liberty of getting you some clothes to wear while you’re here. I hope they fit you and if they don’t we can make adjustments. 

A. “

A bit bummed at the loss of your clothes, you open the chest and immediately forget about what small things you packed in your bag. The first piece of clothing was a soft pink sundress with white flowers on it. The Queen Anne neckline was lined with white lace and you loved it instantly. Setting it aside to wear it for the day. There were multiple sets of silk pajamas. Pretty nightgowns and fluffy slippers and beautiful shoes (that were all your size). You giggled like a child in the long mirror against the wall, swaying this way and that. 

Granted, in your job description you wore clothes that kept your skin safe from poisonous spiders, cobwebs, and splinters. But the knowledge that Adrian had picked these out to lend you made butterflies spring to life in your belly and you couldn’t resist thinking of what he’d think of you in them. 

Deciding to bathe before you start your day, you enter the bathroom and examine the large tub and new shower head. The place was spotless and smelled of lemon. You turned on the faucet and allowed the hot water of the shower to steam up the room before getting in. Being too tired to shower the night before you basked in the warmth of the hot water washing the days of travel off your skin. 

However, your peace was short-lived because a rush of cold air cut across your skin beckoning a wave of gooseflesh. There were no vents or holes near the shower so you shut the water off and peered out of the shower curtain. The bathroom door was open and you struggled to remember if you’d closed it or not. Surely, you would’ve closed it to keep the heat in, right? 

         Stepping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel and enter the room to find nothing amiss. 

Strange. 

You searched the chest for the round container of lotion you’d spotted when you were rummaging through it earlier. After getting dressed, you leave your room, notepad in hand, and find your way to the kitchen. 

Marguerite is there and quickly introduces herself and offers you a full breakfast. Shamefully, you find yourself very pleased with the fact that she’s an older woman. Much too old to be romantically involved with your host. Her grey hair is pulled back into one bun, pulled away from her round face which is free of wrinkles. Her eyes are almost catlike which would appear almost frightening if not for their warm disposition and the childish curve of her features. She looks incredibly young and old at the same time. You watch as she pours you both a cup of tea and puts exactly four sugars into your tea. 

“How is your room?” Her voice is warm much like her eyes. Hoping she hadn’t noticed your staring, you mix your oatmeal in an innocuous figure eight. “It’s lovely. Everything is perfect and the bed is quite comfortable.” 

Marguerite hums with approval. “Wonderful. I put everything to right myself. The little prince would have nothing less.” Baffled, you turn to face her. 

“Little prince?” 

Marguerite’s warm eyes all but twinkle in the morning light. She sips her tea once before getting to her feet. “I’ve got some small tasks to finish before the morning ends. Once you’re done eating, you may leave your dishes in the sink. I’ll tend to them.” She doesn’t wait for your answer before she leaves, cup in hand.

Curious but too excited to think about it for too long you hastily finish your breakfast. Now, you have a system. Always begin at the first room you entered when you’re exploring a new place. It’s crucial to start in a familiar place so that each new discovery is easier to document and keep track of. Following this system leads you to head to the foyer. The room looked much the same as it had when you’d first arrived except for the streams of light that were pouring in from all directions. You’d missed the windows behind the humongous curtains that covered them the night before. Some of the windows were stained glass and you took a moment to examine them.

Each picture showed a man with dark hair in battle, covered in the blood of his enemies, and returning to the gothic castle you now stood in. 

“A bit grotesque, is it not?”         You jump and whirl around to find Adrian standing behind you much as he had the first time you met. “Have mercy! You’ve got to stop doing that!” His eyebrows draw together as he laughs lightly. Today his hair is in a messy braid down his back. The button-down white shirt he wears is tucked into the sleek black pants that sway over his sandy brown boots. “My apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His eyes travel from your face down your body and back up again causing those butterflies to flutter up to your heart. Fingers knotted in the dress you wore, your eyes scanned the room nervously. “Thank you for the clothes and the other things. They’re beautiful.” 

“I’m glad you like them. Does everything fit well?”         “Scarily well,” you joke. “I would’ve thought these clothes had been made for me with how perfectly they fit.” His jaw tensed slightly. Confused once again, you opt to examine the stained glass. You hear him inhale slowly.

“I’m told there’s a book in the library that describes the stories in these windows. Would you like to help me search for it?” 

The doors of the library are large. Just as large as the front doors. He pushes them open with ease and leads you into a room full of one of the largest collections of books you’ve ever seen. There are books on every surface. Lining the walls and stacked spaces all over the tables and desks. It was overwhelmingly massive and you took it all in wonder.         “The place is a mess and I haven’t hired anyone to help me organize it all just yet. It’s such a large collection.” 

“Can I help?” The words come out louder than you expect and you can’t see the smile on his lips as he pulls open the heavy curtains of the room. “If it’s not too much for you. I know you’ve only come here to stay a week. Are you sure you’ve got enough time for this?” 

Already eyeing a ruby-red book covered in dust, you nod vigorously. “I’ve got plenty of time. I’m the youngest historian of my group and I’m pretty sure my boss let me go on this trip because he figured it would keep me busy and out of the way of their more important jobs. Jokes on them though, this place is immaculate! I could write a million books about the architecture alone.” You glance over to see him leaning against a table watching you intently. “That is..if you would consent to that.” 

He sits motionless for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.” Grinning, you begin sorting through the books nearest to you. Several of them are in languages you’ve never seen and you examine them thoroughly. Organizing this library would not be easy but you were reluctant to think about giving yourself a time limit anyway. Judging by the size of this room alone, there was no way you’d be able to sort through it in a month let alone a week. The next three days, you focused on your task while pondering the idea of staying a little longer. 

During this time, you and Adrian had entered a rhythm. You’d wake up in the morning, he’d meet you in the kitchen and you walk together to the library. You’d spent hours in there reading over ancient stories of witches and vampires. All of them fill you with delight. 

You had become accustomed to Adrian being near you throughout this time. Relishing every moment, his skin brushed yours or he leaned over you to read whatever book you wanted to show him. It was on a late night almost identical to the others that Adrian had left without a word and reappeared with a tray with two cups and hot chocolate. 

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” You replied after many thanks. He shook his pretty head. “Nonsense. After all you’ve done to help me, I won’t hesitate to do whatever I can for you.” He set a smoking cup in front of you before sliding into the chair closest to yours and sipping from his own cup. You watched him as he took a drink and you absentmindedly did the same. The scalding hot liquid bit at the skin of your bottom lip and tongue. You yelped. 

“Shit!” Adrian grasped your chin in one hand and sat your hot mug to the side.

“It’s smoking hot, Y/N. You can’t just inhale it that way.” He all but whispered as his callused thumb gently rubbed your bottom lip. 

“You did.” You mumble. His frown deepened and you watched his face as you impulsively let your tongue slide over the tip of his thumb. His breath caught in his throat. Less than a second later, he slid his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it without a second thought. His pupils dilated as he tilted his head, lips parted. You tasted the cocoa on his skin and sighed breathily. 

Quickly, he moved his hand from your chin and pressed his lips to yours. Tilting your head, you leaned into him as he pulled you to his chest and slid his hands down your throat and shoulders. Past your arms and around your waist. Your arms find their way around his neck as you let him slide his tongue between your lips. The sound of your heartbeat and the noises you couldn’t help but make filled your ears. 

Just when you think you might have to lean back for air he breaks the kiss and presses his lips all over your face. Without a word, he lifts you by your waist and you wrap your legs around him quickly. He kisses you again, rougher this time. You don’t know how and nor do you care but soon your back is against the soft cushion of your bed and Adrian is leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and over your collarbones. 

After a moment, he rises and looks into your eyes. You can tell he’s searching for something but is unsure how to ask. The apprehension and obvious vulnerability tug on your heart and you place your hands on either side of his face. You nod, not waiting for him to ask. “Please.” You whisper. He closes his eyes and kisses you again before leaning back on his knees and pulling his shirt above his head from the hem up. You gasp when you see the long scar across his chest. It’s faded greatly, but the outline is still there and you sit up a little to drag your fingers across it. “What happened?” 

He looks to the right. “It was a long time ago.” He said nothing else and you didn’t press him. Gingerly, you pressed your lips to his chest and he shuttered against your lips. Like he’d never been touched there before. In a rush, he slid his hand through your hair held the back of your skull, and kissed you deeply. It was easier for him to undress and explore you without fear now. Eyes on yours, he pulled your panties from around your hips and slid them off. You giggled as he slid his cool fingertips between your knees and slowly spread them. 

You held your breath as his eyes roamed over your body. “So pretty.” He breathed and you whimpered as his hands slid down your thighs and over your pelvic bone. He kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, your knuckles, your thigh, your ankle. He inhaled your scent and you sighed with each touch. His fingertips found their way to the apex of your thighs and slid between your glistening lips. A shuttered moan falls from your lips and he chuckles. He kisses your temple while rubbing slow circles around your clit. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you teeter closer and closer to your orgasm. Without warning, he speeds up the movement, sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth sending shivers down your spine as your hips move against his hand of their own accord. In a burst of feeling you tip over the edge. A sharp shriek escapes your lips and it feels like forever before the shocks of pleasure end. As soon as it stops, you huff impatiently. It certainly wasn’t enough to make the heat of your skin cool down and the way he continued to caress your skin was only making it worse. 

He slid between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you ready?” He whispered in your ears. “Yes.” You reply quickly and he laughs at your eagerness. Then he gently presses the head of his cock into you. Both of you moan in unison. The air in the room thickens as he graciously waits for you to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly he edges himself all the way inside of you to the hilt and you fight to breathe. You had guessed he could fill you up but you hadn’t imagined it would feel like this. Your legs were still vibrating with the aftershocks of your first orgasm and you kiss his shoulder before telling him you’re ready for him to move. And that he does. 

Forehead to yours, he pulls his hips away from yours, leaving just the tip inside you before surging forward. The wind is knocked out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut as sounds you’ve never made before push out of your belly and mingle with his own. You lose yourself in the pressure and the rhythm as his hands bring your wrists together above your head. He holds them there with one hand and uses the other to pull your right thigh up higher on his hips. This allows him to reach deeper inside you and your back arches. 

Breath uneven, you raise your hips to meet his thrusts as your second orgasm oh so slowly gets closer and closer. Unable to see and barely able to hear, you beg him. “P-please. Please. Please.” You chant like a sinner praying for salvation. He presses his lips to your ear. 

“Please what?” 

You whimper. 

“Use your words.” He laughs against your skin as he leaves little bite indents on your forearms. The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room, egging you on in the most obscene manner. All but screaming, you beg him to let you come. He murmurs “Good girl” in your ear and releases your wrists. He brings both of your knees up even higher and your hands grip his biceps as he plows into you. Almost instantly, your body tightens. Your eyes roll as your orgasm finally hits you, causing every part of your body to shake. This time you scream as he presses his hips into yours a few more times before stilling inside you. You watch as he closes his eyes and your name falls from his lips as he comes inside of you. 

Adrian lets your legs slip from his grip and lays down on you. The room is quiet save from the sound of your breathing. You can feel his heart beating against yours and you wrap your arms around him. Hand in his hair, you press your lips to his temple much like he’d done yours and he sighs into you. A smile dances across your lips as you hold him to you. 

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers. “I was going to say the same thing about you.” You reply. He exhales heavily and places a kiss on the inside of your elbow before getting up and entering your bathroom. You hear the faucet water turn on as he hums a song you’ve never heard before. He returns a moment later with a warm cloth and wipes your skin so gently that you feel your heart swell inside your chest. He continues to hum and the sound of his voice lulls you into a dreamless sleep.

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I don't know if you can do Voyeurism with Alucard? You can ignore it if you have a lot of work, although I love everything you do very much, I also hope you are well and not pressured!

A/N: Thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoy, it was fun to write! MWUAH

Voyeurism x Alucard

It’d been about a week since Alucard was sent out to help a nearby town. Well, less sent out and more took the reigns himself to make sure they were okay. Always such a kind and caring soul for all the humans around the world You cherished that about him, held him in such high regard for how he not only treated you but others around him. Alucard showed his humanity so much more than he thought he did, and you loved that about him.

But what you didn’t love, was the feeling of loneliness this last week has left within you. You missed Alucard dearly, and although he was only to be gone for another day or two, it was miserable. You honestly hadn’t realized how much you’d really miss him while he was away saving the world again ( you could already hear him say ‘i’m not saving the world, just making sure a neighbor is okay’). Of course you wanted him to care about others, but you’d been particularly...needy, right before he left and you had pushed it to the back of your mind to let him focus. But now, it’s eating you alive. You couldn’t stop thinking of his long, slender fingers, how perfect they looked while mindlessly flipping the page of a book or stirring the spoon in a pot. Or how wonderful they felt when they’d gently wrap around your neck, or hold your head still while he used your mouth, or filled you up while his tongue played with your clit--

Okay. Your insatiable appetite for him was killing you now. 

Frustrated, you huffed and threw yourself onto your shared bed. His pillow still smelled like him, barely, and you couldn’t help but take in deep breaths as you thought of him laying with you, making you feel good the way you wished he was doing right now. A hand traveled down your body, squeezing at your chest and pinching your nipples through the clothing you wore, wishing more than anything it was his hands touching you like this. You threw yourself off the bed, ridding yourself of your clothes and going into his dresser and grabbing a large sleep shirt, inhaling deep as his scent permeated your senses. You whimpered, laying back down as the hem of the shirt was raised to your nose to keep yourself grounded with his smell. Both hands now exploring your body, one staying at your tits to squeeze and massage while the other travelled down to your exposed pussy, two fingers circling your clit. You whined to yourself, knowing it wasn’t enough, but there wasn’t much you were really able to do. The two fingers plunged into your hole, not filling you nearly as much as Alucard would, not long enough to make you feel the way he always did. You made do, as best you could, inhaling his scent again with a whimper, trying to work yourself to your orgasm. You were getting into the rhythm of it, losing yourself more to the pleasure, imagining him there with you, touching you and praising you, closer and closer and--

“What a beautiful present I come home to.”

You gasped, eyes shooting open (when had you closed them?) and widening at the voice, covering yourself with his sleep shirt. “Adrian!” you were so fucking embarrassed. But when you looked at him, even with a shit eating grin plastered onto his features, was a hunger deep in his eyes that made you clench. “Not only did I get to come home to my beautiful girl a few days early, but I see this? Lucky me.” His voice rumbled with a deep timbre that had you nearly shaking. “Don’t stop on my accord, I want to see you darling.” “Adrian plea--”

“I said don’t stop. You can do that for me, can’t you?” His voice held so much authority, you shrunk into yourself and raised the shirt again, exposing yourself to him again. You heard him groan, dragging over a chair to the front of the bed to have the best seat in the house:directly in front of your sopping cunt. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”

Your breathing hitched, incredibly turned on with how he was looking at you. As much as you wanted Alucard to just jump your bones, you couldn’t help but love the feeling of his eyes on you. Your fingers went back to your pussy, feeling wetter now that he was watching. They slid in with ease, and you heard him inhale deeply--looking up to him his eyes were latched onto your hole, legs spread wide and arms on his knees, like he was concentrating on nothing else except you. “You can go deeper than that, angel...come on, fuck yourself.” You whined, angling yourself to get your fingers deeper into your cunt, hearing the slight squelching with each thrust in and out. “There we go, darling girl...squeeze your tits for me, I want to see.” There was a hint of a growl in his tone, and you couldn’t help but listen to every word he said. You played and groped with your chest, teasing your nipples. Your hand on your tits came up to collect spit from your mouth, sticky strand connecting your mouth to your fingers before it snapped off, drooling on yourself. Your now wet fingers went back to pinching and squeezing your nipples, the hardened nubs heightening your pleasure. “Adrian, please...” You would whine, looking at him with pleading eyes. But he wouldn’t move, jaw tight and bulge growing in his pants. “Fuck, you look gorgeous...” He mumbled, mostly to himself, mouth slightly open as he watched you. A hand came down to palm his cock through his pants, running his fingers along the outline, making sure you could see how hard he was. “What a beautiful welcome home gift...and in my shirt too.” His breathing got heavier, pupils dilating as he looked on, watching you hungrily fuck your fingers into your sloppy pussy. 

“Add a finger, angel, you can do it.” He was lost in a haze as he directed you, seeing a shaky third finger squeeze into your tight cunt. You both moaned, you at the feeling of him watching and the third finger, and him just with the power he has over you in this moment. “Adrian, please, I need you.” Your needy and whiney voice is driving him insane, not being able to hold composure anymore he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down enough to be able to grab hold of his cock, pumping slowly at the sight of your fingers. “Keep going, darling girl. Make yourself cum.” You watched the way he jerked himself, cock hard and veiny, leaking precum from his tip. Your fingers quickened, other hand coming down to play at your swollen nub, pussy wetting your thighs with how much you were leaking. 

He’d praise you with each thrust of your own fingers, helping you get to your high. “Doing so well, darling girl, just like that.” , “Just listen to my voice, angel. I’ll help you get there.”, “Fuck, sweetheart, look at you, I could cum just like this.” He was driving you out of your mind, fucking yourself as hard as you can just for him, in hopes that he likes it as much as you’re enjoying him look at you. “A-aah, fuck, Adrian, please, fuck.” You wanted him to talk you through it, listening to him as you rode out your first orgasm. You could hear how fast he was pumping his dick, growling at the sight of you. “Don’t stop, sweet girl, keep going. Just like that, you look so fucking good, curl your fingers--just like that, honey. I want you to cum, just like that, don’t stop, keep going beautiful, come on--”

You cried out, legs shaking and curling in on yourself as you crashed into your orgasm, cumming on your own fingers. He was on you in an instant, licking at your drenched fingers and kissing you hot on the mouth, rutting against you. “God, I can see you fuck yourself every day. I’m not done with you, sweet girl. So happy to be home.”

i gotta keep it horny fam, have you got any spicy headcanons for Alucard that you feel might be uncommon when discussing about him?

This is a very wonderful request

For one, I feel that he makes a point to experience every sensation to the fullest and he wants his lover to experience it all to the same extent as well

He's very sensually motivated which means he'll take his time getting very familiar with every part of you

Whether that be exploring you with his hands or his mouth

I personally think he has a fascination with having you in a place of helplessness

I know y'all are probably tired of me saying this shit but vampires are predators and that aspect is so much fun to discuss with sexual themes. Sooooo, I know in my SOUL that this man likes to pin you down.

Double points if it's unexpected and you have a moment of real fear/shock that he can smell. That would make him go feral

ALSO we been knew he was a biter but we never talk about his favorite places to bite and I am a 100% believer that the titty is his number one I SAID WHAT I SAID (and that’s regardless of gender)

But also thighs, shoulders, and over the rib cage (because the marks are just so pretty)

Speaking of marks, he would certainly have a fascination with leaving them all over your body even more so if you bruise easily

And to hit on the helplessness topic again, I feel that he would enjoy bondage with him being the one to tie the knots. The power rush of having you at his mercy in whatever position he chooses would be his drug of choice hands down. I was literally sweating writing this out lol

Mating press and breeding kink with alucard 👉👈🥺

Hueuhuheuehu >:3c

(Authors note: it’s been so long since i wrote anything i feel like this sucks im sorry 😭anyway CW: BREEDING KINK, ALUCARD HAS BABY FEVER IN THIS ONE Y’ALL)

he's ruthless the way he folds you in half, alabaster hands cuffed into the back of your knees holding them to your heaving chest. usually alucard likes to hold himself as a much more, elegant lover. likes to take you apart piece by piece till your wailing, press his body to yours till melting into each other. but now how he takes you is hard and rough, burrowing thrusts that steal the breath from your lungs with every roll of his hips. 

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what exactly came over him, a visit to trevor and sylpha celebrating the recent birth of their daughter ana. the sight of you holding the quiet babe to your bosom while their older son fredric pulled at your skirts begging to be replace his infant sister had tickled something in him. the thought of his, your, own children replacing the kids holding your attention made his cock twitch in his trousers. it wasn’t long before he was hastening the visit gently reminding you of work that needed to be done at his castle. the two of you had barely made it through the doors of your looming home before he pounced you, dragging you away to one of the many rooms you had. clothes were quickly shredded to scraps, too much eagerness to wait to have them off he needed your body under him now.

 he couldn't help himself, already imagining your belly growing with proof of your child, your breasts swelling with milk the closer you got to your due date. he was ravenous grabbing any part of you he could as he wrangled your body into his desired position. your gleaming cunt winked up at him already glistening in arousal at his ministrations. usually he would feast upon you, drag his tongue through your folds till you cried for mercy before slowly sliding into you. but he couldn’t wait, would make it up to you later, he thought as he tapped the just pink head of his cock to your sopping cunt and pressing in.

“a-alucard,” you moaned his name breathlessly, fingers coming to tangle in his blond tresses as a pair of cold lips pressed to your breasts. you’d never seen him this way, never felt him this way. it was if he sought to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, you swore you could feel him in your stomach, grinding up your guts to make room for him.

“i want one, one of us,” he grunted dragging his tongue to your jugular and suckling at your speeding pulse. fingers came between you to rub circles on your clit and you choked at the tingling pleasure running up your spine.

“what-what are you-one want,” you said struggling to string together a coherent sentence as the tightness in your gut pulled close, eyes beginning to cross at the impending orgasm.

“a- baby!” he moaned out the last word, drooling as your climaxing cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock. his hands left the back of knees letting them fall onto his shoulders, his pale claws  ripped into the bedding by your head as he managed to press himself deeper still, ignoring your babbling of feeling to full.

“want a baby with you love,” he grunted golden eyes wild with want “ want a tiny wailing little thing to raise, gonna give you one, as many as you want!”

“a-a baby?,” you warbled only able to repeat from him as he fucked you back into that state of pre-orgasm nearly seconds after the last one. 

“yess, gonna fill you up with me, fill this pretty pussy up till your fat with my kids, till your tits leak milk for them my little incubusss,” his mouth wrapped around your bouncing tit sucking harshly on the pebbled nipple and you screamed, dull nails digging wherever you could reach, deep into the ivory skin pulled taught over the muscles rolling in his back. he pulled away gasping nearly as hard as you were before switching to your other breast and lavishing it with the same treatment.

it didn’t take long for you to cum, not with the way he was thrusting into the gummy catch of your cervix, pale happy trail tickling your clit as he kept you trapped in his mating press. you wailed cunt spasming around his cock once more, crying as you came again far too soon for the pleasure to be anything less than overwhelming. the feel of you clenching pussy was enough to drag him to orgasm as well, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you the warm sensation running up you. 

for a moment you laid there breathless, a tangle of sweaty limbs, with your legs dangling uselessly over his now sticky back. alucard heaved himself off of you, using his dhampir strength to hold you down when you weakly tried to sit up, simply rolling the two of you onto your sides staying inside of you. he kissed the damp skin of your forehead before giving a slow roll of his hips chuckling at your weak mumbles of objection.

“sorry, sorry love,” he sighed massaging tender circles into your waist “just need to make sure it sticks,”

Hi! Could you please do 30 on the kinktober list with Alucard if you get the chance<3

A/N: Here you go sweet nonnie!! It's a little on the shorter side I think, but I love me a good desperate Adrian Tepes mwuaahhh

Thighfucking x Alucard

Alucard was desperate. He was always desperate for you, really. But tonight he couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on you. He almost felt bad for how dismissive he was of some of the townsfolk--that is, until he started thinking of your soft skin rubbing against his, plush body, perfect thighs.

Yeah, he couldn’t care less how he treated them at that moment. He’d apologize later. 

Heavy castle door was practically ripped off its hinges with the sheer strength he opened it. “Darling?” He called out, voice raspy. He didn’t hear much coming from around the castle, so of course he tried the usual places: the study? Nothing. Kitchen? No. Bedroom? Maybe? “Sweetheart?” 

“One moment, Adrian!”

He grinned, heart pounding in his chest--nearly bursting when you came out of the en suite bathroom in nothing but a silken robe. Seeing you in the robe was a normal occurrence, hell he wouldn’t think anything of it if he wasn’t absolutely falling apart at the seams for you. “How was your day, honey?” You mindlessly asked, towel drying your hair before draping the towel over your vanity chair. Before you could fully turn around, Alucard was on you--hands traveling underneath the robe to grope at your chest. “Adrian!” You couldn’t help but nervously giggle, this was out of character for the dhampir, but you don’t think you minded. “Sorry, darling--been wanting you all day.” Alucard barely got the words out before biting down at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but god did he think about it. Your knees buckled, legs already feeling like jelly the more he touched you. Fingers pinched at your nipples, dragging their nails over the skin and feeling them pebble. Your gasps slowly turned into moans, helplessly grinding your hips into his, feeling his hardening cock just a few fabrics away. 

His hands traveled lower,gripping at your thighs, fuck, your thighs were going to be the death of him. “Angel, you feel so good against me..” He whispered, kissing at your now exposed shoulders,gripping tighter at the plush skin. Your hands flew back trying to grip at his hair, already so turned on with how wreckless he was being. How obsessed he was with you. “A-Adrian, fuck, what’s gotten i-into you?” The question went unanswered, instead he opted to rip the silks off you and spin you around, trapping your mouth into a heated kiss that had your head spinning.  He lowered himself enough to grasp at your ass, picking you up with ease as you squealed into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his slim waist. Again you ground yourself against him, now your dripping pussy feeling his cock. Your hands gripped at his roots, tugging and pulling like he liked it, urging him to kiss you more--tongue licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, drool swapping into your mouth. 

Suddenly you were deposited onto the bed, small giggle leaving your lips as he looked down at you with a smile. You spread your legs, much how you always would when he was in a mood, waiting to get ravaged the way your lover always would--instead it didn’t come the way it normally did. Alucard dropped his clothes, taking his time and making you wait for it. You pouted, trying to hook your ankle around his waist to pull him closer. “Taking too long, Adrian, want you inside me already.” You whined, and it almost got him. Almost. Instead, he simply shook his head and pressed your legs together, hands squeezing the sides of your thighs to keep them in place. 

“Can I try something, my love?”

“Anything, Adrian.”

Fuck.

The dhampir kissed at your calves, once, twice, before licking a stripe on his palm, spitting in it, and lathering up the drool on his cock--pushing it in between your thighs. You audibly gasped, sending shockwaves through your body. He’d never done this before, and you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. Not when he dragged the length of his dick across your pussy like that. “Oh, sweetheart, been thinking about your thighs all day.” He murmured, kissing at your legs again while he humped your thighs. He made sure to stay close to your cunt, having your juices coat his dick each time he thrusted between your legs. It was such a small amount of stimulation to you, but you think you could cum just like this--watching him get lost in pleasure at the feeling of your thighs gripping him, his eyes hazed over with lust, mouth perfectly open so you can see his fangs dripping with drool--he was a sight for sore eyes. The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, even when he was disheveled and fucking your thighs like an animal.

You moaned, tightening your thighs around him as he thrusted, and his nails dug harshly into your flesh. “F-fuck, angel, keep doing that” He begged, latching his teeth onto your calf as he humped you, making your toes curl and putting more pressure on his cock. Your pussy ached, wanting to be abused like that, a tease of what you could have inside you--but he needed this, and you would never rip him of these pleasures. “Keep fucking me, Adrian, feels good.” You urged, small pool of precum oozing from his tip at your words. “Want you to cum on me, please honey.”

Alucard moaned, fucking your thighs so harshly that as he gripped you, the bed would shake with the intensity of his thrusts. You kept talking him through his high, huffing and panting, because fuck, it really did feel good. “Darling, I can’t--ah fuck-- I’m gonna--” Thick globs shot out onto your stomach and chest, letting go of your legs panting he rubbed the remainder of his sticky cum on your pussy. You thought he was done, you really did, ready to take another bath (with him this time) and kiss away his troubles. But instead, the dhampir licked at his cum (holy fuck, you thought, that’s so hot) collecting it into his mouth and feeding it to you, letting it drip from his tongue onto yours. He made sure you licked him clean, before nipping at your lower lip and looking into your eyes. 

“Your turn, sweet girl.”

thinking about alucard who finds out about squirting and now everytime y'all fuck he won't stop until you're making a wet spot on the bed. will hold off his own orgasm and rub his nimble fingers until you're nearly bucking off his cock to escape the overstimulation. loves how he can always make your pretty pussy do what he wants when you come bouncing on his cock and spraying his abdomen and chest with your love for him. you're his precious baby girl and he can't wait to make you do it again.

Hi! Can you write something with Alucard where the reader is really soft and sweet with him always kissing his cheeks and giving him gentle touches and one day he hears her playing with herself and decides to help her out 👀 (it’s okay if you’re not comfortable writing this thanks for reading my request🫶🏽)

a/n: thanks for the request i'm not good at writing nsfw so i hope this was okay!! warnings: fem reader/grammar mistakes

Alucard was absolutely in love with you, he was in denial of his feelings though. You were so damn good to him. He couldn’t understand why you chose him of all people to give your kindness to. He was a monster, and someone who killed. Someone as sweet as you didn’t have to put up with someone like him. But, you did. Alucard had been so alone for so long, for most of his life, that is, until you showed up on his doorstep. As time went on he fell deeper and deeper into his feelings for you.

You were beautiful, sweet, kind, and bold. Kissing him, holding his hands when he was upset, playing with his hair and he didn’t let anyone, ever touch him but, you…you were just so different. 

Alucard and you sat at the dinner table, he had went out to gather something to eat for the both of you earlier in the day. He would always feed you large meals on a pretty plate. 

“How are you feeling lately, Adrian?” That name, his real name. Hearing it come from your sweet lips was what always got him, you commanded him whether you knew it or not. 

“It was fine, the days are much better when I’m spending them with you,” he said to you, hoping that it would draw a smile from you. 

“I can say the same about you, my lovely dhampir. Being here is such a blessing for me and I’m so happy you let me in. All of the things I get to learn, and I get to get closer to you, most importantly,” you said to him. Yawning, you stood up and announced that you were headed to bed. Making a comment about how wine always made you a little drowsy. He watched your lovely figure leave the kitchen and he sunk into his seat sighing. 

“Why am I like this?” He said underneath his breath. 

⤜♡→

After leaving the kitchen you quickly headed to bedroom. Peeling off your clothes and slipping into your nightgown. Your cheeks felt hot and you squeezed your legs together to relieve some friction. Living with the amazing Alucard, the long-haired blonde man, and really, the man of your dreams was too much to handle at times. It was becoming all to much being around him and you were confused. Were you too forward with him? Did he feel the same feelings as you? You went to lay on the bed, the cool sheets hitting your hot skin and making you shiver. It was going to be one of those nights again. You were a little embarrassed about your little secret.

Slipping your hands down your body, you gently rubbed circles on your pearl, letting out quiet little moans. The thought of Adrian on your mind. What would it be like if he were here in bed with you? Would he be gentle? Would he kiss down your body, sucking at your breasts? Your thighs squeezed together and you reached another hand to your breasts. 

“Mnghh … Adrian,” you moaned quietly

“Yes, darling?” The familiar voice coming from the door. Did you seriously forget to close it all the way? You scrambled, jolting up and pulling your nightgown down. 

“Yes? I– do you need something Adrian/” You tried to deflect, hoping he didn’t see too much. 

“No need to be shy I could hear you moaning from the hallway,” Adrian could smell you from the hallway, he felt as though he should give you your privacy. But when the sweet-musky scent of your arousal filled the air and your breathy moans of his name filled his ears he knew he couldn’t. 

Adrian walked toward the bed, he gently pushed you back on the bed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for some time, may I? You only looked up at him with stars in your eyes before nodding quickly. That was all he needed. 

His warm tongue licked the sensitive spot of your neck, you tugged at his nightshirt, lifting it up and reaching down to run your hands down his back as he kissed you. You moaned into his ear and he looked at you before pressing his sweet lips to yours. “Let’s finish what you started, let me help you.” He pulled his nightshirt above his head stripping it off himself. His strong body illuminated by the moon shining through your window. You bit your lip at the sight of him, a large scar running across his abdomen, his slim waist and adonis belt. 

Adrian kissed down your body, and between your thighs. Your back already arching off of the bed, excited for his touch. 

“My lovely girl, always so sweet to me. I should reward you, shouldn’t I? You weren’t sure if you should answer but, before you could he spread your legs wide and ran his tongue up your slit. Giving your sensitive pearl a gentle suck. You moaned out gently, you couldn’t believe this was happening, yet you loved it so much. Adrian’s tongue latched onto your clit, sucking and drawing circles over your sex. You dug your hands into his golden locks, his beautiful eyes looked up at you and you shied away. Adrian responded with another delicious suck to your nub. 

“I want to taste you finish on my tongue, love, can you do that for me?” You gave him a quick nod. “Use your words I want to hear you,”

“Yes, please.” You said shyly, you couldn’t believe the words coming from your mouth. He went back to your dripping pussy, his tongue prodding inside your hole before slowly sliding up to your clit. Your legs began to shake and instinctively, you squeezed your thighs together as your back arched off the bed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the waves of your orgasm hit you, Adrian’s strong arms kept you firm in place as you rode out your high. He let go of your clit with a wet pop. 

“Did you get what you wanted dear?” He asked you with a smirk. You looked up at him with love and said “Yes, I loved it.” 

Position anon again, would you please write a NSFW alphabet for Alucard? Pretty please? 🥺

Alucard N S F W Alphabet*

I'm personally offended that I haven't done this for Lulu before. Anyway, rather than just spelling out his name, I'll give you the entire alphabet. Heh. This is LONG! Your thoughts and keyboard smashes are welcome. 🤭

P.S. I go explicit and specific; read at your own risk. I also tried my best to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, so this is [Alucard x You]. However, I did have a little self-indulgent fun with W: wild card, the only section with an obvious she/her indication. Just so you know!

A: Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Aftercare is not optional to this dhampir. It's a must. It doesn't matter if you had a quick romp or a long night, he'd still take the time to treat you right, especially if he'd been rather rough with you.

Forehead kisses, soft caresses, helping clean you up—you name it and he's got it covered. It's all about making sure you feel loved, appreciated, and cared for.

Alucard is not one to just up and leave or make you feel used. In fact, it's noticeable how much more he dotes on you after actually using you up good and fucking you raw into next week. 😏

B: Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Your neck. Let's not even pretend that Alucard doesn't gravitate towards it. As you ride him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and nips and pecks at your throat. There's a part of him that wants to sink his fangs into you then and there and another that wants nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings against your skin as you throw your head back in bliss.

Alucard likes his hands—the way they're so large against yours; how perfectly your hands feel in his own. He likes his hands gripping your thighs or hips, his hand coming down to slap your ass, his hands caressing every inch of you. The way his hand closes around your wrist, encircling it completely as if it was made to do nothing but. The way he pushes you down with his hand on the small of your back as he prepares to take you from behind. Most of all, all of the things his hands can do to make you cum.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Alucard's desire to spill his seed inside you is next to nothing sometimes. If you'd let him, he'd bury himself balls-deep and cum inside you each and every time.

He loves to make you cum, loves the way you sound—the hitching of your breath, your begging, the way you can barely keep yourself from shaking as he coaxes yet another orgasm out of you. He loves to praise you for it. "God, you're fucking beautiful," is something you hear often. It just never gets old.

D: Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Alucard loves when you allow him to bend you over whichever way he pleases. Loves how tiny and pliable you look underneath him, adjusting and propping your arms and legs as he sees fit. Just the sight of you like that, it's enough to push him over the edge.

So, you know he draws you—you are his muse after all. You've seen his sketches. But not the ones of your beautiful, naked body. Not even the tasteful pieces he draws as you sleep. Not the ones where, try as he might, he just can't replicate how utterly divine you look when he fucks you. He's a talented artist, but nothing tops the real thing.

E: Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is he very experienced? No. Does he know what he's doing? Hell yes. His mother was a doctor and his father is a man of science. He lives in a castle full of resources. He has deep knowledge of biology—he's got the theory down pat. Sure, he fumbled a little the first few times, but he quickly learnt how you like to be pleased.

Besides, being a dhampir, Alucard is in tune with your body's responses to his ministrations. When you're intimate, he can practically feel your heart racing, dear. He knows when you're close, can tell when he's hitting it good, need I say more?

F: Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Mastery. He sits on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor to support you sitting on top of him with your legs bent on either side of him, your feet flat on the bed. This position allows you to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss. It lets you start off slow, very intimate—with you grinding against and riding him. Once you're a little tired (or he starts growing impatient), he simply grips your hips and pounds up into you until you're a screaming wreck. His grip on your hips and his feet securely planted on the floor allows him to rut into you fast. And the view? Fucking fantastic. He loves watching you come undone like this, seeing you throw your head back and expose your throat to him. Yes.

For a quick romp, you can't go wrong with doggy style. When you're in his study and you both get a little too distracted? He’ll bend you over his desk and have his way with you.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, he's very serious about giving both of you a good time, alright. He might do something that makes you giggle, sure, but for the most part it's probably accidental and not his intention. Sex with Alucard can be intimate and sweet or downright animals humping in the undergrowth (👀), no in between. He's not here for the shits and giggles, darling.

H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It does match. Maybe not all the time completely bare, but he keeps himself neat and tidy. Do you see his luxurious hair? He takes care of himself down there too.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Alucard loves to see you and hear you. He's considerate and goes out of his way to find what works for you. So much so he probably has ruined you for anyone else. You'll never find a more receptive lover; it’s time to accept that.

When you make sweet love, he whispers sweet nothings against your skin. He peppers kisses all over you and makes you feel like the most gorgeous being on the planet. He's not afraid to voice his thoughts out loud too, praising you and urging you on.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You remember those naughty sketches of you? Yep. He has used them a couple times while you were away. You're in his thoughts whenever he touches himself.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging. He not-so-secretly loves it when you beg. How are you to know how much more you can take? He'll just have to show you.

When you moan his name as you grip the sheets and quake beneath him? Yeah. He loves it, especially when you can barely even make out the words for “Adrian, please, please, please.”

When you take control and ride him like your life depends on it, it does something to his brain. You on top, taking control and looking absolutely beautiful as you do so... he could cum just from the thought of it.

There is a part of him that likes the thought of cumming deep inside you and breeding you. Maybe it's that loneliness that sometimes nags at him, maybe he yearns for a family, but he can't lie this feels utterly divine.

L: Location (favourite places to do the do)

The bed is cliche, but it works and is comfortable. Your kitchen counter, desk, against the wall or a tree, table, or out at some secluded clearing by the lake... Alucard is truly not that picky, as long as you're not out in the public for other eyes to see and you’re both comfortable.

M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your reactions and enthusiasm. Knowing you're into it just as much as he is.

When you sashay towards him, crooking your finger at him to beckon him closer? He's right there with you in a heartbeat.

When you wear his shirt and it swallows your smaller frame? It turns him on more than he lets on.

When you moan his name and gasp and writhe in pleasure. When you beg for him to take you harder, faster, and deeper. It just about short-circuits his brain.

N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any form of bondage or restrictions to his movement. It brings up unnecessary trauma and makes him feel that he's not in control or safe. He is mostly a switch, sure, letting you take control and dominate too, but tying him up is just a no-go for him.

He won't transform into a wolf. It's practically bestiality, which he's not down for.

Somnophilia or any other act where consent can be dubious. He's just big on consent and trust, for obvious reasons.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves having absolute control over your pleasure, knowing it's him coaxing the sighs and moans and screams out of you. He enjoys how easily he can make you cum and drive you mad.

That said, he also loves watching you pleasure him, taking as much of his hard length as you can, especially whenever you greedily swallow his load.

P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends. Sex can be whatever it needs to be in the moment. While he loves nothing more than to take his time and make sweet love to you, he also loves ravaging you and leaving you utterly spent. It's satisfying either way.

The usual case is he begins slowly and sensually, but by the end of it (and sometimes without warning), he's rutting into you like his life depends on it.

Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't above having a quickie if that is all time permits, but he would really much rather have his way with you properly!

R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Given that he's a dhampir, he knows exactly how to go unseen or unnoticed. It's likely his risk assessment is much more honed. You might think you're being risky, but he is well aware of the chances of you getting caught in the act.

As for experimenting—other than his hard reservations (the ones listed in N), he is game to experiment and try different things you may be curious about as long as you both feel safe and comfortable about them.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a dhampir... need I say more? The chances of you exhausting him first is little. Sorry to burst your bubble. 😆 He's got stamina for days, honey.

T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Alucard is not above using toys to pleasure you. But what can a toy do that he can't do better? Hah. Chances are he will attempt to learn how it pleases you and try to replicate that with his own cock, mouth, and hands.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be such a little tease. You know the way he banters. That snark and sass can sometimes make their way inside the bedroom too.

"What was that, darling?" he'd ask, as if his amazing sense of hearing wasn't enough to register your begging as he edges you for the nth time. "Tsk. Patience, my love..." he would even dare chide you!

Alucard also loves to glide his fangs over your skin, just enough to leave a faint mark but not enough to draw blood.

V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not shy to let you know he’s having a good time, but he’s also not overly loud. He gasps, moans, and curses, a tight-lipped “Fuck!” slipping out once in a while.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon)

He loves to praise you. His way of talking dirty is to let you know how good you feel around him. How ethereal you are, how perfect for him, how you taste so sweet.

He encourages you as he pushes you over the limit. “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it. Cum for me,” he would say. He’d place a kiss on your open mouth as you convulse around him as he rips yet another orgasm out of you. “My sweet darling,” he would groan, wiping the sweat off your brow. “How perfect you are. Good girl.” And just like that, he’s about to do it all over again. RIP. 😫

X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s active and it shows. He’s well built without being overly bulky. It suits him—muscular/toned yet elegant and lean.

He’s packing a just-about-above average penis, but nothing you cannot handle. The man’s over six foot, it just fits.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alucard is the type to yearn and pine, so set the volume level up cause he cannot get enough of you. Enough said.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes you drift off to sleep together, but you usually fall asleep first.

He’s a night owl. He’d take you in his arms and stroke your hair as you sleep, admiring the way you glow under the moonlight, and wonder how he got so lucky to have found you. 🤍🌙