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ALUCARD X PREGNANT!READER

This story was based off of this one right here: https://www.tumblr.com/m00nchildthings/703854020457021440/mating-press-and-breeding-kink-with-alucard

if anything this can be read as a sequel where he managed to get you knocked up cw for pregnant reader, oral sex one sparing use of the reader being called mama, and alucard being a hovering creep towards you for carrying his child also slight pregnancy kink if you squint not even read over once bone apple teeth🧑‍🍳😙🤌

p.s. @yazzzmints @ch3rryistheg you asked and i delivered

“You’re hovering Adrian”.

“I do not hover,”

You sighed, closing the large ornate tome you had been reading and setting it on the small wooden table beside your chair. He was hovering and whether he was oblivious to it or simply choosing to be obtuse, he was doing it a hell of a lot more recently. You knew why though, you thought as you brought your hand over your swollen stomach. Seven months into your pregnancy and through every step Alucard had treated you and your unborn child like fine china perpetually teetering over a precocious edge.

“You are aware we won’t turn to ash the moment we leave your vision,” you said cheekily staring up at your dhampir lover. His eyes narrowed before he swept past you, moving to sit in the armchair beside your own. He sat there, for a moment beautiful like marble with his eyes closed, before turning to face you.

“I am very well aware of that,” he said, placing his chin in his hand as he peered at you. You hummed, turning away from him, instead choosing to focus on the crackling fireplace in front of you, pretending the warm embers floating around the wood were far more interesting than the golden haired man sitting next to you.

“Then I hope that you are also aware,” you began pausing to take a sip of the tea still hot on your side table “that fathers who hover around the pregnant wives are bound to produce children that do not enjoy their company,”

“That isn’t true,” you could see his brows furrow from your peripheral view, hiding your chuckle behind another sip of tea, you continued.

“It very well might be an old wives tale, but I have heard of children coming out fussy towards their fathers fresh out of the womb-,” you were cut off with a loud swoosh as Alucard gracefully stepped towards you settling down at his knees, hands placed on your stomach.

“You won’t dislike me right?” he directed at your stomach, brow even more wrinkled with worry “Surely they understand I am just so, eager, to meet them right darling?,”

He stared up at you now, golden eyes tense with worry, your lip wobbled as you held back your smile. Here before you on his knees was Alucard Tepes; one of the slayers of Dracula, the feared prince of the night that cut down his enemies like knives through butter- reduced to a simpering thing at the fear your child might come straight from you hating him. You relented not having the heart to tease him any longer you cradled his jaw in your hand.

“I was just teasing my love, surely our child will love you just as much as I,” immediately he relaxed, melting into the palm of your hand. His golden eyes cut up at you a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“You are cruel to do such a thing to your doting lover,” his alabaster hand gripped your wrist as he turned to lay a kiss in the fleshy part of your palm. “I treat you so sweetly and you insist on giving me heart palpitations.

“Consider it payback for what your hellspawn is doing to my body, I can barely make it from here to the door without my swollen ankles and aching spine objecting,” you said, bringing your hand away from him to stretch the intense cracking of your back emphasizing your point.

Alucard stood, staring down at you, he adored your changing body evidence of the growth of his child in you. You’d always been beautiful in his eyes, but something about knowing the swell of your stomach was from your baby growing inside of you, surely you were a goddess gifting him with the gifts of gifts. Bending down he looped his arms around your waist ignoring your grumbles of objection when he picked you up hoisting you into his arms until your knees hung over his elbows.

“Then allow me to be your legs,” you huffed rolling your eyes as Alucard toted you out of your rather comfortable reading room, you knew where he was taking you of course. The looming large ornate doors of your bedroom came into view as Alucard steadily carried you to them.

“Our bedroom,” you said flatly “I wonder what reason you could have for bringing me here Adrian,”

“I have no idea what you are implying deer,” he said, turning to press his back to the door, opening it with your combined weights. Barely holding back his impish grin (a look a great number of others refused to believe existed when you said he did so on the regular) he rushed you to your bed gently placing you on the downy mattress.

“Your feet must be killing you,” he said, gracefully moving to sit beside you and patting his lap. Begrudgingly you laid back against the comforter swinging your aching feet to his lap. He gently massaged your foot pressing his fingers into the soles of your feet soothing the pain that afflicted you. His talented hands seemed to pull all the aches from them knowing how to just work your body from months of repeated practice. A particularly forceful push into your left heel and you couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from your throat. Alucard smiled at you gently placing your feet on the bed beside him.

“See? So sweetly,” he said, placing his now free hand on your stomach.

“My body still aches,” you grumbled, still feeling the tension in your back

“I can help with that,”

“Your version of help is what got me into this predicament,” chuckling Alucard slowly spread your legs apart hiking your dress to just under your belly. There laid out before him nestled in a thatch of curls your cunt shined for him, already glistening with arousal. His slender fingers traced up the warm slit of your puffy lips noticing the audible hitch in your breaths

“If you don’t like my version of help then where are your undergarments,” he questioned, knuckles grazing up and down your quivering pussy

“They no longer -mmph- fit,” you moa, turning around to bury your head into the pillow.

“How lucky for me,” he murmured, just barely above a whisper as he sank down till his face was level with your heat “that my favorite snack is but a silk slip away from tongue,”

With one scathing breath his mouth was on you, pink lips pressing toward your own. His tongue wickedly lapped at you running wet circles around your throbbing clit before slipping its way into your clenching cunt. He couldn’t help the vibrating moans, near purrs that reverberated into you, as your juices flooded his taste buds. He couldn't help the way he ate at you ravaging your quim with every fiery stroke through your quivering lips. Your hands tugged at his golden locks pulling him closer and closer to your weeping cunt. How foolish, he thought as he drank up all you had to offer, why pull him close when you both know the last thought on his mind was pulling away?

Your orgasm crested, creeping up on you with each lascivious lick that toyed with your throbbing clit. It was with one particularly harsh suck that had you falling apart, melting apart like butter on warm toast your cunt creamed over your lover's tongue. Undeterred Alucard continued to viciously feast on your juices, moaning as they glossed his face. Clawed hands though gentle, held your hips in place as they began to buck so he could wrap his lips around your clit sucking on the shiny pearl undisturbed.

“A-Adrian please, s’too much I need-,” interrupting you Alucard sighed loudly, releasing your clit with an audible pop.

“You never let me have my fill,” he complained peering up at you over your swollen belly “but I know what you need,”

Rising Alucard reached for his trousers tugging the strings till his cock, heavy with a bead of precum pooling at the tip, fell free. Smiling and flashing those fangs of his wide he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing at his cock he lined the drooling pink head with your equally wet cunt, rubbing it between your lips and nudging at your clit. Gently he pushed inside of you, hissing as your heat slowly enveloped him till the hilt. The two of you rested there for a moment panting as your limbs tangled about each other. You whined under him, arms reaching towards him, hands making grabby motions for him. Alucard reached underneath you pulling you towards him. You both sat there, connected at your most intimate of places, your sweaty forehead resting on his cool one.

“Adrian,”

“Yes my love?”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes my love”

With a low chuffing noise, Alucard thrust up into you once, twice, three times, every one seeming to be deeper than the last. Your mouth hung agape as your lover continuously fucked up into you carving the shape of him deep into your cunt. Moans barely escaped you as every thrust seemed to steal your breath, your eyes stared into the golden ones of your lover unable to look away. Before you could process Alucard's hand gripped your ass holding you towards him as he stood on the bed, steadying his feet in the cushion and using his grip to lift you fast up and down his cock.

“Do you feel me sweet, deep, in here,” he rasped as he bounced you on his cock balls slapping on your ass. His hot breath fanned your face as he used your own weight to fuck you, one particular hard thrust had your eyes rolling back into your skull, and with a rush words escaped you.

“Fuck Adein yes! Fuck me please, I- oh god don’t stop!” you screamed nails clawing into the rolling muscles of his back.

“That’s it mama,” he hissed somehow managing to grip you closer, shifting to the balls of his feet he began to roll his hips up into you to match every bounce of your ass against his thighs “Take it, cum for me, let me feel your silk grip me,”

You don’t know whether it was his words that got you there so quickly or the orgasm he gave you prior, but with a barely audible cry you came walls gripping him tightly as you gushed around him. Alucard grit his teeth at the grip your cunt had him in, thrusting a few times before spilling inside you with a strangled cry. Alucard fell to his knees holding you close as you both bounced on the mattress. He pulled you off him holding back chuckles when you grumbled from the over sensitivity. Gently he laid you down before getting off the bed and leaving towards your bedroom bath chamber. He returned with a warm bowl of water and two warm cotton cloths.

Sitting beside you Alucard dipped the washcloth into the water wringing it before bringing it to your heaving body. Carefully he cleaned you off, wiping the spunk he left at your center. You groaned, pushing at his hands, still feeling far too sensitive. With a chuckle he dropped the now sullied rag once you were clean of him, reaching to prepare the second one he had brought and pressed the soothing cotton to your sweaty brow. Your eyes closed as you let your dhampir lover continue with his aftercare.

“Am I forgiven yet, for breeding you with my -what did you call our child- hellspawn?” he asked golden eyes trained onto your face. With a sigh you looked up at him already having forgotten the remark you had made earlier. A sly smirk tugged at your tired face.

“For the time being leonito,”

Can you please write a noncon fic (number 18) with Alucard where he turns a female reader into a vampire against her will.

A/N: ask and you shall receive nonnie. Had to keep the kink in kinktober so I hope this is okay! Enjoy, mwuaahh

Noncon x Alucard

“Alucard, please, this isn’t you.” 

“Of course it is, darling, don’t you want to be with me forever?”

You’d been seeing Alucard for quite some time now, opening up to him more and more. You found his presence calming, and although he didn’t speak much, he always showed you he adored you in many ways.

But that was the problem.

He adored you. So much. He couldn’t even bear the thought of losing you, no matter what. It’d been 300 years after Sypha and Trevor, after Greta, after everyone from his first lifetime. And time and time again people came into his life, and died, the way humans naturally did. And yet he was still around, still amongst the land of the living. He couldn’t live like this anymore. Alucard was ready to turn to a life of solitude. Ready to scare any mortal that came his way. 

And then he met you.

Small, doe eyed, knocking on his door so freely. He was sure you’d be frightened the moment you saw him. And you were he could tell, but you stayed put anyways. ‘It’s raining, and my journey is still so long’ you’d say, ‘Can I...can I stay here? Just for the night?’ He wanted to laugh in your face, show you his fangs and have you running for the woods. Instead, he let you come inside, like a scared kicked puppy. He let you stay for the night, and then a few more nights (It was still raining, after all) and then even more nights. And then, you simply never left. You told him you were moving away from your old village. All family dead, no one there anymore for you. Poor thing. He knew your life, he’s lived his hundred of times already. You asked of his life, why he’s living all alone. Alucard would spare you stories, only shrugging and saying he wanted to. 

You stayed, still.

You made a home in his castle, and his heart. He had fallen in love with you, rather quickly. Alucard gave you whatever you wanted, would give you the world if you asked for it. You always smiled at him so sweetly, telling him that you quite liked him. That night you became his lover, that night you learned the truth about him. A vampire. He no longer explained his half human background. It was silly, he should have died hundreds of years ago, as a human. Instead, it was his vampirism keeping him alive, and so he’d live like one. He could smell the fear in your veins once you saw his fangs. He hated it. He couldn’t have his sweet girl scared. He promised nothing bad would come your way. He whispered it against your skin as his cock plowed into you over and over again that night, your sweet pussy milking him for all he was worth. He whispered shaky ‘I love you’s into your skin, dragging his sharpened fangs across your pulse, quickening under his touch. 

You believed him.

And now you were under him, begging for your mortal life as his overwhelming power took control over you. Your eyes fluttered, trying to stay afloat as his cock lined up against your slit, popping the head in an inch just to take it out again. You whimpered beneath him, too scared to breathe properly. “Alucard, please, w-we can talk about it, just let me think--ah, fuck!” You cried, feeling his cock plow into you. His thrusts were sloppy, only trying to keep you dizzy with lust while he poked and prodded at the juncture of your neck and shoulders, never breaking skin, not yet. “We could live like this forever, darling.” He hissed, covering your body with his own, kissing at your throat, feeling you swallow heavily. “Can make you feel this good every day, sweet girl. Forever.” 

You tried to reason with him, really, you did, “You already do, Alucard, haah, please, mm!’ He angled his cock, pushing upwards to the gooey part of your cunt that made you see stars. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes out of pure bliss, and partial fear, of what he threatened to do with you. “My forever, sweet girl. Don’t be silly.” he fucked you stupid, waiting until you were drooling over yourself and tightening around his cock. He waited, until you were pliable beneath him, hands pushing at his chest turning weaker, waited until the perfect moment right before you were going to cum on his cock. 

Sharp teeth dug into your skin, and you screamed, unable to stop your oncoming climax as you cried, weeping pussy drooling on his dick. You spasmed, finding yourself growing weaker as he drank you of your life.

But not fully.

His eyes were wide, hungrily looking down at you once he latched himself off, fucking into you still. “Needed to taste you once, my love, I hope you understand.” A sharpened claw dug into his wrist, slitting a wound enough to have his blood dribble into your still open mouth--out of pain or pleasure, neither of you were sure. He let you drink, slowing his pace as your eyes adjusted to the renewed vision, senses heightened as you gasped for more. Alucard quickened his pace again, fucking you harder than before as you grabbed onto his wrist and drank, moaning around his flesh as your eyes rolled back and your pussy clenched around him. He couldn’t help but shoot his sticky load deep into your pussy, not after seeing your wild eyes looking at him, pleading and begging for more of him, licking at the wound and asking for more of him, more of his blood. He cooed, spreading your legs and pulling out, only to see his cum trickle out of your hole.

 “See darling? Can make you feel this good, every day. Forever.”

double penetration in one hole Alucard, reader, Trevor, I don't think Alucard would share his girl with anyone, but what if he did, I think it would be with Belmont!

A/N: I stared at this for a bit trying to figure out how to do it lol but I hope it turned out okay! Thank you sm for the req, I hope you enjoy it!! MWUAH

Double Penetration (one hole) x Alucard, Trevor

You nearly dropped your glass, sputtering up the water you tried to drink before the absolute monster of a ball was just dropped on you. You looked between Trevor and Alucard, the blonde’s eye twitching, hands just about ready to wring the other’s neck for that comment. And Trevor Belmont, just sat there with a smile on his face and shrugged--as if what he just said wasn’t the most outlandish thing you’ve ever heard!

“Belmont, I let you get away with a lot of shit, but if you ever talk about my wife like that again--”

“Well I was being serious.” He rebutted before the dhampir could finish his threat. Then his eyes met yours. “I’ve talked about it with Sypha, you know. She even gave me the green light to bring it up, you can ask her if you want. Won’t make any difference to me.”  Holy shit, he was telling the truth wasn’t he?

Alucard’s anger was mostly on your behalf. He would never, never, in all his lifetime, let anyone touch you. But...Belmont...well, he was a different story. He was his friend. He helped him save the world over and over again, hell, he named the village after him. Maybe he would...let Belmont touch you. If you wanted.

Alucard grabbed your hand, thumbing over the back while you tried to catch your breath. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, my love--”

“--she know that”

An exasperated sigh. “But, if you want to, you can say yes. I trust you, you know that.”

You felt like your world was spinning, really, but...you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about it. Just once! And you were drunk! And you didn’t do anything! But...still. The temptation was there. You steadied yourself, small smile playing on your lips as you looked to your husband, kissing each finger before looking over to Trevor.

“I...I want to. But only if Adrian’s there.” Alucard blinked, scrunching his brows and looking at you, surprised. “Darling you don’t have to try to appease me--”

“Fine, Alucard there.”

What?

-

“A-ah, fuck, Trevor, mm.” You were writhing underneath him, leg hitched over his shoulder and the other around his waist. Trevor was much harsher than Alucard, opting to take you rough, and you didn’t mind it--not when he was pounding you so good. The brunette dipped down, practically bending you in half, bullying his way even deeper into you. “What’s wrong, sweet thing? Thought you said you wanted your doting husband here--you’re not even paying attention to him.” He teased, throwing a look Alucard’s way. He simply pet at your head, kissing your temple and whispering sweet words to you, ‘You look delicious, darling’ , ‘so good at taking cock, sweetheart’ , ‘I’m right here for you, angel’. You whined, grabbing at his neck and pulling Alucard down in a kiss, that was all tongue and teeth--he had to be extra careful not to cut you the way you were haphazardly licking inside his mouth. You whimpered, holding onto the back of his neck tight while you sobbed at the overwhelming feeling. “Wan’ you too, Adrian--please, please wan’it.” You babbled away, eyes closed and nose scrunched. Trevor slowed his pace, just a bit, looking over to the dhampir who shared the same thought, it seemed.

“Okay, darling, you’ll have me.”

In a moment you were flipped over, chest to chest with Trevor who was now sitting up against the headboard. He grabbed at your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip--swollen and red with all the sucks and bites it’s received throughout the night. Your eyes were glossed over, tears drying on your cheeks. “What a pretty little wife you have, Alucard..” He whispered, not breaking eye contact with you as he spoke to the other. Suddenly a second pair of hands were on your body, wrapping around you to grope and squeeze at your tits, giving extra attention to your nipples. You trembled, looking back just a touch to see Alucard watching you like a predator stalking its prey. Your cunt fluttered, and you leaned back to feel his chest against your body. “Come here, beautiful, sit on my cock again yeah?” Trevor’s deep voice brought you back to him, slowly sinking yourself down on his girth. You whined, clenching around him. He filled you up, stretching out your pussy a bit more than Alucard did. “Trevor,” you started with a hiccup “so good, feels good.” You repeated, grinding yourself down on his cock feeling your hips flush against his. He gripped at your hips, stilling you. You furrowed your brows, wanting to keep bouncing on him, before he angled you forward--and a new feeling came over you entirely.

“A-ah, fuck!” You cried out, Alucard slowly pushing his own length into your sloppy pussy. You couldn’t see straight, all you could think of was how full these men were making you feel. You panted like a bitch in heat, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ and drooling onto Trevor. Your eyes were fluttering close, tears dripping down with a renewed sense of overwhelming. “Doing so well, darling girl..” Your lover whispered, slowly pushing in, deeper, deeper, until his cock was nuzzled right where it belonged--in your weeping cunt. The men let you take a minute to breathe, feeling your legs tremble and pussy twitching around two dicks stuffed deep in you. Barely a moment with them both inside you and you already felt fucked stupid--not able to make any coherent sentences, just small phrases about how fucking full you were, how good they felt, how much you loved your husband and cherished your friend. Trevor couldn’t help but laugh, wiping away tears as they flooded your cheeks. “Look how adorable she is.” He cooed, giving an experimental thrust up, and hearing your whines pour out your mouth. 

Alucard groaned, kissing at your neck, pulling you flush against him and wrapping long fingers around your throat. “Can you feel how deep we are, darling?” He whispered against your skin, eyes traveling down to the bulge in your tummy. He could hear Trevor swear under his breath, both starting to fuck up into you. You nodded, as best you could, trying to speak but feeling too much. “Mhm, mhm, s’deep, so full, so much” You repeated, hands moving between Trevor’s stomach and Alucard’s head--you couldn’t concentrate enough to keep them steady in one place. The stretch was painfully delicious, and now they moved opposite each other--when one thrusted in the other pulled out, never leaving you empty. They rubbed and prodded in all the right places, pressure on your walls making you go insane. Alucard’s fingers on the hand that was around your throat crept up, shoving the digits deep into your mouth, pulling and stretching at your cheeks. Your eyes rolled, lids fluttered, and you did your best to keep breathing. 

They could barely hear the squelch of your pussy, even though it was so fucking wet and covering their bodies with juices, because of how fucking loud you were being. “F-fuck, need you to cum, beautiful--not gonna last long” Belmont mumbled in front of you, rubbing his fingers on your swollen clit. Instantly they both felt you grip on their cocks, trying to milk them right into you. Your cries were still muffled with Alucard fingers in your mouth, practically fucking your face. He nosed your temple, his breathing heavy in your ear as he fucked up into you. Trevor’s free hand replaced Alucard’s around your throat--giving the dhampir full reign to finger fuck your mouth. The coil in your belly snapped, Trevor  quickly rubbing on your nub while you came over them--wet and sloppy, squirting onto the sheets below you. “Fucking--pull out, Belmont” You heard Alucard hiss, pulling you off in time to have the brunette shooting his cum on your belly, creeping high enough to land on your tits. Alucard had you to himself now, fucking up into you like a flesh light, using you until it was his turn to let his sticky ropes of cum cover your insides the way Trevor covered you.

-

Trevor left shortly after, helping clean you up before taking his leave with a sweet kiss to the cheek and a thank you. You sighed against Alucard’s chest, feeling his arms around your waist in the warm bath, you could fall asleep right then and there. He cleaned your skin as you relaxed against him, then moved on to your hair, before you spoke.

“You think he’ll bring Sypha next time?”

“Next time?”

Can I ask for a short story where reader is also a half human vampire and she comes to the castle trying to sneek into the Belmont hold. She thinks the castle is still filled with vampires and just wants to try and save some of the dangerous knolage from them if she can. However Alucard is of course there and confronts her, at first thinking she's evil but after a short fight she explains herself abd he realizes she still thinks evil vampires controle the castle. Of course she gets hurt in the fight and he feels bad for having hurt her so he insists on caring for her wounds, no matter how embarrassing they may be (cut to the chest perhaps), and after they start to get to know each other she decides to stay and protect the hold, pretending she thinks it's just to dangerous to leave in the hands of Dracula's son so she had better help defend it just in case he goes evil. Of course she's actually fallen for him so this is a lie. He would fall for her as well, mostly due to her spunk and whit but she's beautiful to even with battle scars and he's finally not the only half vampire in the world. They would banter back abd forth over silly things like who's cooking or who's hunting and who's the more skilled fighter with a sword. That leads to sparring sessions and the eventual backing her into a corner and kissing her triumphantly confessing to her. They love to tease each other and it's like she's a female trevor belmont in a way. They are perfect together. Eventually he'd explain what happened between him and the brother and sister that betrayed him and she would respect him untill he was ready. Secretly though she's never been with anyone ever. No time when your a monster hunter. She even blames her loosing there first fight on her having just beaten a big hoard of beasts and traveling fir days with no supplies.

I hope you can work with some of this. No need to use it all. I hope you like the idea. I love your writing.

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I decided to do this as headcanons bc there was a lot to work through <3

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: canon-typical violence, references to alcoholism, slight NSFW at the end

♡ Your first meeting with Alucard was far from friendly. He had caught you, someone who clearly looked like a vampire, lurking around the Belmont Hold that he had promised to protect. Vampires wishing to take up Dracula's war weren't unheard of and so clashes of swords were exchanged before any words.

♡ The misunderstanding had been cleared up once had had you on the ground and you snapped about keeping the Belmont Legacy safe from Dracula's vampires. The two of you had been very embarrassed over such a terrible misunderstanding and Alucard's guilt at having harmed you led to him insisting on taking you into the castle so that he could treat the large slash he had made across your chest, just beneath your collarbones.

♡ You had heard rumours of the child of Vlad and Lisa Tepes but not much beyond that his name was Adrian. Being a dhampir yourself, you were itching to ask of his whereabouts now that you were in the castle he had grown up in but you knew that dhampirs often kept their guard up about their nature for their own safety. You had spent the most part of your life hiding from vampires and humans alike who wanted you dead simply for being born. You had got it out of him eventually that he was Adrian Tepes and he had been alarmed that he had hurt you in treating you when you gasped.

♡ You had shared with him that you were also a dhampir and the two of you simply remained in awe and shock of each other at finally meeting someone else who was like you. As Adrian covered the slash across your chest in a paste that he said would quicken the healing and prevent infection, you held your shirt to your chest (your cheeks dusted with pink at having his hands on your chest) so he could then wrap your injury with bandages. He also offered you a salve to apply before going to sleep in one of the guest rooms and insisted on cooking a meal for you once you told him how long you had been on the road for.

♡ You had watched him skillfully cook with a sort of fascination, never having expected such hospitality from the son of Dracula who had staked those bodies outside. However, you would absolutely expect this from the son of doctor Lisa Tepes. Over dinner, the topic of a dhampirs' low life expectancy was brought up and Adrian had explained that he was protected by his father's power and influence. Despite the loneliness he suffered from having no friends his age and seeing his parents very little, practically being raised by his tutors and nurse maid, you envied him. You mother had not survived your birth and you were raised by your father who, as much as he loved you, found it so difficult to look into his dead wife's eyes every time he saw you. He had done his best, you knew, but you also knew how emotionally straining it had been for him to raise you alone. Other vampires found out about you eventually and your father had sent you away for your safety. Your caretakers later informed you that he had been murdered for harbouring a dhampir. You had spent the rest of your life on the run once your caretakers were killed by their fellow humans, until you were old enough to defend yourself at least.

♡ Adrian had felt so awful for you and yet here you were: a warrior, someone with such a sense of justice that you had come to protect the Belmont Hold from any vampire who might seek to destroy it, another dhampir in the world other than himself. He had insisted that you stay in the castle until you were fully healed from your injuries.

♡ When the day came that Adrian announced you would be fully recovered in two or three days, you had told him that you planned on staying, telling him that the Belmont legacy could not be trusted in the hands of Alucard, the reverse Dracula, alone. Really, it was just an excuse to stay. You had fallen fast and hard for the gorgeous dhampir who insisted on healing you and cooking for you. The two of you would endlessly tease one another back and forth and turn almost everything into a competition: hunting, cleaning, repairing the Castle and Hold, you name it.

♡ You had been dying to ask about the bodies outside and about the nights when you would hear Adrian drunkenly wandering the halls but you thought better than to pry into such difficult feelings. Instead, you kept him up late into the night by sitting around a fireplace and chatting with him or maybe trying to make some dessert in the kitchen together, even reading to one another. It left him tired enough to fall straight to sleep when he went to bed instead of being left alone with whatever thoughts or memories prompted him to drink so much. You were quite proud of yourself when you noticed that he was taking much better care of himself than when you first arrived.

♡ Alucard treasured those late nights with you. He had spent so much time being lonely: his friendless childhood, being left in the Castle by the first two friends he had ever made himself, having to kill the second pair of friends when they tried to kill him first, being the only person in this big, cold castle, being the only dhampir alive as far as he was aware. Yet, here you were: dozing off on his shoulder as he read to you, huddled up in blankets together. Your face was lit up by the warm glow of the fireplace and you were so utterly beautiful. He had fallen for you so quickly but he was so reluctant to give into such feelings after it had ended so terribly the last time. He had closed the book to cup your face and lean down until his lips were grazing over your parted ones, your fangs peeking out from behind your lips. He then withdrew and woke you by gently shaking your shoulder so that the two of you could go to your separate rooms to sleep.

♡ Another thing that Alucard loved about your company was sparring with you. You were a skilled warrior, relying on speed, agility and the element of surprise which was a new and refreshing style for Alucard to learn to defend against. You were taunting him more than usual today to try and provoke him into slipping up and yet it only put hearts in his eyes to see the way you smiled as you did so. You soon found your sword clattering to the ground and your back hitting a tree as Adrian's body pressed to your front, a hand on your hip pressing you back while the other hand cupped your cheek. "If there's a God, he's who I have thanked every night since we met." He murmured, watching your eyes widen at the confession and yet you made no move to escape him; instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently threaded your fingers through his golden hair as he spoke, "I..." Tears built in his bright eyes as he struggled to get the words out. You were so precious to him, so warm and wonderful and he was petrified of losing you, terrified at the thought of you betraying his heart too, "I think I'm in..." His lips quivered and tears of blood brimmed his eyes and stained his cheeks. You didn't need him to finish to know what he was going to say, silently reaching up onto your toes to kiss the tears away, tongue flicking against his cheeks ever so slightly to clean them away as your nose nudged against his. "I'm sorry..." He whispered at his inability to get the words out.

"You don't need to apologise..." You reassured him as you simply tipped your head back, bearing your throat to him in an act of utmost vulnerability among vampires, making yourself the first to be vulnerable to try and make him more comfortable. His lips found your neck and you cradled his head close as his mouth trailed up over your jaw until his lips could crash onto yours.

♡ It didn't take long after that for him to tell you everything that had happened with the twins staked outside and you had done your very best to keep a fixed expression, not wanting him to think that you saw him as weak or tainted in any way because you could never do so. You loved Adrian with all your heart, you had made it your mission to tell him this at least twice a day since his confession and you assured him that you would respect his boundaries at all times, telling him that you would have infinite patience in waiting for him to be ready. A part of you was comforted by this wait too: you had never slept with anyone before, your lifestyle had never allowed it and you were beyond relieved to find that you would have so much time to get to know Adrian more intimately in other ways first.

♡ Your first time with him had almost gone completely south by the time he told you he was ready. Just as the two of you had completely stripped and you were cradled in Adrian's lap with your lips mapping out his neck, you found yourself being roughly flipped over and pinned down by your lover who wouldn't allow you to move an inch and he looked down upon you with wild eyes, full of fear and anger as he accused you of playing the long game to try and kill him. Despite your own fear, your heart ached for him and you knew that you had to be strong for him and reach out to him. You didn't fight the way he had you pinned down at all, allowing your body to go slack as you looked up at him. "I'm not here to hurt you, Adrian. I love you. I'm not going to attack you. You're in control." You watched as his temper settled down and felt how his bruising grip on your wrists slackened. "You're in control, no one's going to hurt you. It's just you and me and I'm giving all control to you." He had let out a sigh and leaned forwards to lay over you and nuzzle his face against your neck, apologising for his reaction while you assured him that it was alright and he hadn't hurt you.

"Can you say it again?" His words were barely a whisper.

"I'm giving all control to you..." You repeated, "You're in control, Adrian, you're safe." The soft moan he let out by your ear caused heat to pool in your belly as he began to murmur over and over how much he loved you between kisses.

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Tw:kidnapped,noncon,vampire blood.light bondage,clitslapping, oral,fingering,penetration(almost not described).

Trapped forever

Yandere Alucard x reader

This takes place before the "accident" with sumi and taka in season 3. I thought i would be a great timing. His loneliness making him more prone to fall for obsessive behavior.

Summary: you used to recollect herbs near Dracula's castle, one day you meet Alucard . And even though at first you were skeptical, you soon discovered his caring nature and the two become great friends (with a lot of hidden feelings) .

Everything goes to shit when you're accused for witchcraft and sent to your death. Your friend managed to save you, but this incident gives Adrian an extreme fear of abandonment.

Even if he has to turn you into a blood sucking monster, he is decided to keep you in his watch forever.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

"LET ME GO, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MIND ADRIAN!" You cry out using his real name. The one he told you, making you feel special for knowing his litle secret.

He doesn't react, looking sadly at the floor. A "click" echoes in the luxurious room as he closes the door behind him and locks it. You have nowhere to run.

Using his inhuman speed, he jumps in your direction. Both of you land in the big bed, bouncing a litle bit in the mattress. Even if is pointless you struggle with all your might, screaming blody murdered at him.

The vampire was far stronger than you. He pinned down your arms with ease, and used the weight of his toned body to remain in top of you. You eyes meet his in the mist of the fight, he had a sad expression.

Alucard hated himself for what he was about to do you. But he wouldn't stop, keeping you safe (by his side) was way more important than his own moral values.

Using his belt, he tied your hands to the headrest. You look at him in shock, wait is he trying to...? "I'm sorry... is swear this is the only way" he says with a low tone confirming your fears. Your eyes water as he begins unbuttoning your blouse.

Taking off you clothes wasn't that hard, not the top part at least. You did struggle harder at your legs. Nevertheless now the only articles remaining is your underwear. He told you he wanted to take those in a loving way.

He started kissing your body, trying to find at least one of your sweet spots. Not stopping exploring with his hands all of your curves, fascinated by them. His fangs teasing your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. his erection throbbing at your scent.

Hi slowly kisses your lips, barely holding back the primal desire to make you his in that very moment. Becoming more passionate as he removes the remained undergarments all together. Only stoping to lick the sweat from your temple, just to realize they were your tears.

You're sobbing uncontrollably "I'm not trying to hurt you..." he says caressing your face to make you look at him. Only for you to whimper at the contact "sweetheart...please stop crying" hi cued. The daphir voice trembling a litle, guilt hitting like a ton of bricks.

Not knowing how to console you when he was the one doing this to you. He opted for something different. Pleasure.

Leaving a soft kiss to your salty cheeks he returns to his assault. His blond locks tingle your skin as he goes lower and lower. Until he position himself between your legs, hovering less than an inch of your heat.

The immortal gives you a slow lick, from the bottom to the top, pausing at your clit for second before sucking it obliviously. Mesmerized by your taste, unable to cease the stimulation he was giving you.

You resist, not wanting to cum by his antics.

Still a moan escaped your lips. With that the man loses his restrain, grabbing your hips with the intent of getting more, going deeper. His finger throbs at your entrance, entering with a roll of your hips. Not wasting a second comes in and when a third joins, you're barely holding it together.

"Let go babe ... you can't hold it forever" he utter between pants. Then he flicks a few times your sensitive nud before getting fed up with your resistance and slapping it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you go limp as you orgasm.

Intoxicated by lust is easy to forget the situation you're trapped in.

You quickly come to your senses when you see a gorgeous naked body crawling to your side. You try to maintain the distance, but your retrained wrists keeps you in place. " Please Alucard, I don't want this" you begged. He gave you pitiful look prior to caging you under his built.

Your body trembled, you've never gone as far with man. You try to plead with him but everything you say is cut back with a forceful kiss. A strange taste caught your attention, it wasn't like anything you tasted before. Similar to an old wine? A litle metalic?

All of a sudden it started to burn, your whole figure was on fire. "What's.. happening?" You attempt to mutter but your voice won't come out. You are extremely thirsty, as if that fire dried you from the inside out. Anxiety taking control over you as you start to hyperventilate.

A hand rest in the side of your face, that way he can clean your tears. He adjust himself to what he is about to do and he slowly alings his member to you. You're pleading eyes making him doubt. "Y/n... you" he gulped "you have to relax. Please...I promise I'll be gentl-" a sob escaped from his lips. Soon after that, drops of salty water began fall into your skin. "I'm really sorry" he whisper to you at the same time he thrusted forward.

In your helpless state you could only wonder for what was he sorry. Only for forcing himself on you? Or condemning you to his eternal love?

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I recently found your blog and saw that you asked people to send ideas, I hope this one is useful to you: an Alucard with a shy girl reader, Alucard finds her shyness cute and maybe he even makes jokes with her or maybe how he would act in front of a couple like that . Sorry if you don't understand me, English is not my language, but I tried my best!

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a/n: no worries, your english is lovely. thank you for the request i love this hehe <3

Alucard doesn't mind your shyness at all. It's quite different from what he's used to (Trevor and Sypha) who are very much not shy. He adores your shyness and doesn't think anything bad about it.

It's simple, to him, it's just your personality. He is a little shy himself, maybe from not socializing with people so much so, in a way he is glad you're also shy. He feels as though you can understand him better

He likes seeing you flustered, most people are but, with you it's different. He likes doing acts of service for you to see your smile. Bringing you your favorite flowers, bringing you books he thinks you might find interesting, stargazing outside with you, and the list goes on.

"My eyes are up here lovely, don't look away, no need to be shy."

I'd think making eye contact with his beautiful eyes would make you very flustered, he knows the effect he has on you and isn't scared to show you. Alucard does sometimes tease you, in a cute way. He always gently laughs afterward, especially if at first you don't catch his jokes.

If you have a hard time opening up to people, he especially understands that. Alucard doesn't trust easily as we know so he was always patient with you from the start. He lets you come to him with anything whenever you're ready. Alucard loves you very much no matter how shy you are.

As time goes on and you open up to him a lot more, he always expresses and thanks you for letting him into your heart. You might even make him flustered if you start talking about how much you enjoy being around him.

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alucard x single mother reader!

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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.” 

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.

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a/n: more thoughts i had on our sweet dhampir boy! enjoy my rambling! typed this on my phone at work dont mind any mistakes lol

<3 alucard is so sweet, he is a hopeless romantic like i mentioned in another post, he loves to do things that make you smile. like bringing you your favorite flowers, fruits, writing you little poems on how you make him feel, reading the books that interest you so you can both talk about them later!

<3 i think his love language would be physical touch and acts of services, he loves to make your life easier, cooks for you, helps you clean, and if the two of you live in the castle together he loves spending time with you. watching sunrises/sets as the two of you sit on the high ledges of the castle (like he did when he heard the kids laughing at him) feeling the breeze on your skin and holding hands. if you’re scared of heights he wont mind watching from a safe space haha!

<3 loves slow mornings, alucard has all the time in the world (you too if you ask him to turn you, only if you want though), he likes lazy days sleeping in, cuddling, and staying in your night clothes all day.

<3 loves taking warm baths together, his father obviously was a man of science had lots of advanced technology for the time period, luckily that means you have a huge bathtub that can fit you and alucard. i think the bathtub is black of course set atop a dais with a few stairs that lead up to it. probably has some sort of pillars surrounding it that go up to the ceiling( if that makes sense) so, he loves bathing together cuddling together in the warm water and running his fingers on your scalp and vise versa

<3 going on forest walks together, its a habit he picked up. brings him a lot of peace hearing the river and the birds chirping, would probably lay down in the grass with you. taking in all of nature’s beauty together

<3 he indulges in your hobbies. he wants to be included in whatever your doing he clearly likes sewing since he made those dolls lol, so he would teach you how to sew and you can teach him any skills you have

he is just amazing!

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.

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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.

….

“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.

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."

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.

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

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”

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”