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Being in an arrange marriage with Alucard would include

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- Him getting upseted with his parents when he knows that he is betrothed to someone, bursting in rage against them and their desition, and planning to escape under their control as soon as possible.

- Lisa calming him down and trying to make him think that his situation is not so bad, and him asking he how could her have done that to him, her, that married for love and in despise what the world could have thinked about her marriage.

- Dracula finally having enough of his behaviour, and telling him he had no option but to accept the marriage, and menacing him to punish him very hard if he tries any thing to get away of it.

- Him meeting you the very day of your wedding, and thinking to himself that, at least, you are a beautiful lady, trying to see the bright side of that all.

- Him asking you, when the ceremony have already ended, if you are happy with that marriage, and getting surprised when you confess that, as have happened to him, you have been dragged to the wedding by your parents.

- Him promising to himself that, even when he have not chose you or even when he almost not know you, he will try to make you happy, and promising it to you as soon as you two are enough alone.

- Dracula providing you two a bunch of rooms in his castle to make a good life together, because your father in law loves to have his family near to him, and will love to be there when you two start having kids, on his own words.

- Him glancing at you silently and grabbing your hand, as a promise that he will not hurt you never, so if you are not interested on have sex with him, he will not force you into, when his father said that words.

Hey, congrats on 6k! <3

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If it isn't too weird could I request Alucard with a bit of a medical kink thing?

He's looking through textbooks but decides he needs more hands-on experience.

Somehow it ends up in the situation of the reader helping him study human anatomy, which builds up from a lot of touching to a more 'through investigation'. But in more of a soft, praising, body worship way rather than harsh or clinical, not actually sure this qualifies as medical the more I write...

But yeah, talking about biology leads to him convincing the reader it's a good idea to let him examine her, touching, squeezing, tracing his fingers over her body. Then testing reactions, fingering, I'm sure you get the idea.

Hopefully that's okay and not too vague or detailed? Either way, good luck with all the writing you're undertaking and be sure to take care of yourself!!

Anatomy

Rating: E

Words: 6k

Tags: smut, medical kink, female anatomy and pronouns for reader, fingering, dom/sub undertones, basically just some smut I got carried away with

When Alucard asked for your help learning human anatomy, you should have known he had something else on his mind

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You huffed to yourself as you wandered the halls of Dracula’s castle – now belonging to Alucard after the death of his father. Of course, Dracula’s defeat was a good thing, as tragic as it was. It did; however, leave you at a significant loose end. Your particular skill set only really came into its own during times of war, meaning that you were left obsolete now that the danger had passed. It was better than constant danger and strife, you supposed. And it did have the upside of meaning that Alucard was safe and happy, able to pursue his interests whenever it suited him.  

Chief among those interests was anatomy, apparently. 

It was easy to see the decision was motivated by Alucard’s mother and his desire to relate to her – an admirable aspiration in your eyes. But still, the work looked tough. 

As you wandered into his study, you noted Alucard hunched over a book at his desk, much like he’d been for much of the afternoon. The expression on his face was equal parts pained and thoughtful, a picture of concentration. If he hadn’t been so focused, his neck would have likely been screaming in agony from the position he’d been holding. As it was, you supposed that Alucard hadn’t peeled his eyes away from his book long enough to notice.

You took a moment to look around his study. God, it was messy! When Alucard got like this, focused to the point of forgetting to eat, his surroundings always suffered the consequences. Dirty mugs and glasses littered every available surface, sometimes balanced precariously on open books, staining the ancient parchment. The smell of the dirty change of clothes in the space behind Alucard was strong, even to your dull human nose. When was the last time he’d bathed? Though you supposed it was better than the dangers of battle, you couldn’t help but worry for Alucard when these moods overtook him. 

Stooping, you picked up the discarded garments. In your opinion, they were so dirty that they might have been able to wash themselves if you’d given it another day. Alucard was an amazing husband, but he certainly left a lot to be desired when it came to household chores…

“What am I, your maid?” You huffed with a chuckle, shooting a smile at Alucard’s back where he was still hunched over, oblivious to your presence. 

You hadn’t been expecting much in the way of a response, so it took you by surprise when he hummed distractedly in agreement. Obviously, he had only been half listening and it wasn’t real agreement that he was voicing, but you took the opportunity to jab at him anyways for your own amusement. 

“Oh, I am, am I? Maybe I should start requesting a wage… These really are terrible working conditions you have me in!” Alucard didn’t rise to the bait. As you balled his clothes up and set by the door, ready to take to the laundry soon, his eyes still remained stubbornly fixed downwards. 

His expression was… more pained than it was focused, you realised. 

Rounding the desk so you stood by his side, you tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Alucard blinked as he was jolted from deep thought. He seemed to come back to himself then and could only stare up at you blankly for several heartbeats before your question seemed to process in his mind. 

“It’s this textbook.” He huffed, still frowning as he threw himself back in his seat in resignation. “The drawings might as well have been sketched by a toddler for all the good they’re having.” When you cast your eyes downwards to see what he was glowering at, you found no issue with the anatomical diagrams. They were detailed and clear enough in your (albeit uneducated) opinion. Still, Alucard had always had a very particular way of viewing the world and things that worked for everyone else didn’t necessarily produce the same results for him. 

“Aw, I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe you need to take a break and come back to it? When I try to concentrate for too long, the words end up practically swimming off of the page…” You squeezed his shoulder. 

Somewhat disappointedly, Alucard only hummed distractedly at that, plainly not taking your advice on board. His face seemed to darken at the thought of taking a rest; however, as if doing so was a sign of weakness. Someone who didn’t know Alucard well might have thought that too – he looked as pristine and composed as ever, certainly not in need of rest – but you could see the lingering exhaustion underneath and the stress from whatever was continuously whirling around inside his head. 

“The diagrams just don’t translate well into the real world.” Alucard reiterated as he glared down at the parchment. “The artist seems incapable of capturing the 3D element of the muscles – how they curve around the body and might start in one place and end at your back, how the thickness and definition of the same muscle can vary.” Even though you understood little of Alucard’s plight, you hummed sympathetically and squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s not my area, I’m afraid, but let me know if I can help you…” You offered. Alucard straightened from where he’d been hunched over and glanced up at you briefly before going back to studying the drawings. 

“Some hands-on experience would be beneficial.”

Surely, no one would blame you for the way your mind immediately jumped to sex. Even so, you kicked yourself for thinking about it. 

It was just that… Alucard had been so… distracted recently. It had been almost a week since the two of you had even went to bed at the same time, let alone fucked. What’s more, Alucard looked so damn attractive at that moment. His gaze was focused and intense – it was impossible not to imagine those blazing eyes focusing on you when his face was buried between your legs.

Still, you knew that probably wasn’t what Alucard had in mind for the moment. You tried (with limited success) to wrestle your thoughts out of the gutter. 

Perhaps what Alucard meant was hands-on experience in the same way his father had studied the human body – with unwilling participants and no pain medication? Although Alucard would never consider such a thing, you could certainly see the advantages of unhindered access at times…

At your non-committal silence, Alucard turned to you. His expression was somewhat grave but you might have been imagining a flicker of something else behind his eyes, too. 

“Will you help me?” That startled a laugh out of you. 

“How can I help? I have no training in this – I know even less than you!” Alucard inclined his head in agreement but pressed on. 

“I don’t need someone to explain things – you know I much prefer to figure these things out on my own. No, what I need is someone to practise on, to figure out where the muscles sit on a real body, not some shitty scribbles…” 

“You mean… dissecting me?” You quirked an eyebrow. Alucard rolled his eyes. You could never resist the opportunity to get a rise out of him. 

“No, my sweet.” He huffed but smiled. “I just need to feel them with my fingers…”

Again, you fought hard to keep your face neutral and not to let your mind drift to anything dirty. You didn’t succeed. You swallowed thickly and thanked God that Alucard hadn’t caught the second meaning in his own statement. It was probably for the best and you knew if you called attention to it now he’d only be exasperated at your dirty mind. 

“Alright then…” You knew that Alucard could likely sense your hesitance. You wanted to be helpful but the fact that you didn’t know how was throwing you off kilter. Surely, you couldn’t do that by just standing there?

You were so caught up in that thought that when Alucard stood, you forgot to step backwards. For a moment, you were pressed practically chest to chest. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and you stopped breathing all together. The closeness might have only lasted a brief second, but it still left a peculiar feeling in your stomach and you kicked yourself for the thoughts that accompanied it. You wanted to help Alucard. Your perversions and neediness certainly weren’t going to do that. 

At any rate, Alucard didn’t seem to notice your blush or closeness, too focused on his studies to give it much thought. He certainly didn’t react to the obvious hitch in your breathing when warm hands grasped your waist gently. Your entire body stilled under his fingers, even if Alucard’s gaze was still focused on the book at his desk. 

‘Get it together!’ You told yourself. Alucard hadn’t done anything objectively sexy or even remotely linked to sex. Why did you feel like this? Your husband was just focused. He didn’t even have his shirt off!

You were pulled from frustrations when Alucard finally set his eyes on you, expression something close to clinical. If he noticed your blush, he said nothing. 

“It’s probably for the best if we start at the beginning of the chapter.” The way Alucard spoke, the fact that his tone was so ordinary when you were there getting wet in your underwear, had you feeling immensely guilty for the throbbing between your legs. The word ‘we’ wasn’t lost on you, either. Alucard evidently viewed this as an equal activity, the two of you working together. He wanted you to be involved but all you could do was stand there and think about his cock. 

Although you mourned the loss, you could have almost breathed a sigh of relief when Alucard moved away a tad, one hand remaining on your waist whilst the other flipped through several aging pages of the book, back to the beginning of the chapter. The way he studied the page, the small crease between his eyebrows, was nothing short of alluring. Alucard didn’t notice the way his hair fell over his shoulder and framed his face but you certainly did.

“The abdomen.” Alucard stated, business-like and firm, before turning back to you.  You swallowed thickly. 

The hands were back then, both on your waist at first as he pushed you away, giving himself a little more space to work. Soon, though, one gravitated around to your stomach, his gaze clinical as it stopped just below your ribcage. You hoped he couldn’t feel the pounding of your heart. Why did you feel like this? Alucard was your husband – being close to him was certainly nothing new. 

When Alucard pressed his fingers slightly, it was difficult to concentrate on anything else. He dug them into your stomach gently, moving and manipulating the healthy layer of fat you had and the muscles underneath. He adjusted his hand, moving it slowly downwards and at times rubbing in small circles. That intense gaze was on your stomach, practically burning a hole in your shirt, the focused frown and purse of his lips ever-present. 

“Tense your stomach muscles.” A command, not a request. You followed it before you’d even processed what Alucard was asking. The fingers moved and prodded for several seconds longer before they froze. 

“Ah.” Alucard bobbed his head. “Rectus abdominis. That one was easy enough.” With your muscles still tense, your stomach was beginning to burn – and not just from arousal. How long did he need you to tense for? You considered asking, but Alucard’s attention was already back on the book. “The oblique muscles seem quite difficult to visualise… the drawing doesn’t show it, but I’d expect them to curl around your back… Oh, you can relax now.” Alucard noticed when he glanced back at you. 

You let out a breath and allowed your shoulders to sag for a moment. The relief was short-lived; however, when Alucard’s hands returned. 

“Take off your shirt.”

Your mind skidded to a halt. 

You’d been trying not to let your thoughts wander but when confronted with a command like that, it was impossible not to. 

The two of you locked eyes, your gaze blank compared to Alucard’s clinical, focused ones. You knew you must have been blushing very obviously, but Alucard didn’t seem to care. Several seconds ticked by marked by the pounding of your heart. 

“I need to feel how far the muscle extends.” You swallowed thickly and tried not to focus on the slick feeling between your legs. Arms shaking, you took off your top. 

Perhaps it was the unemotional, focused way that Alucard regarded you that had your thoughts going wild – the clinical-ness of it, the way you had his full attention on your body without the drive of lust there to cloud his senses. You clenched your thighs together when Alucard’s eyes fell to your now practically bare top half, face stoic even when presented with your nakedness. You hadn’t realised that this would be a turn on for you when you’d agreed to help him. Perhaps you were the only person in the world that had the same reaction, you didn’t know. What you did know, though, was that you should allow Alucard to do as he pleased and not let your own neediness interfere. You knew how important his studies were to him. 

It was impossible not to be hyper-aware of how Alucard’s hands dug into your skin, all but blazing as he moved his hands over your ribs and downwards, pressing a little harder at certain points. His touches might have been uncomfortable, but they were nothing you couldn’t handle. 

When they slid along your flank, Alucard seemed to find what he was looking for. 

“Hmm… interesting.”

“Interesting?” You asked incredulously. That certainly wasn’t a word you wanted used to describe your body. Alucard flicked his eyes back up to your face.

“Yes…” Alucard hummed with a frown before seemingly coming back to himself. “Yes. You’re being very helpful, thank you.” When he shot you a smile, butterflies all but erupted in your stomach. You returned the expression, though you had the impression your smile looked a little pained. 

Alucard did nothing for a breath, simply gazing down at you, before his hand began to move again, trailing lightly down your flank so his nails barely brushed your skin, until his hand rested at your hip and threatened to dip into the ‘v’ of your abdomen. Surely, he couldn’t feel any of your muscles like that, but you didn’t have the breath or wherewithal to comment. 

You weren’t sure what Alucard saw in your expression as he gazed at you, too focused on the feeling of his fingers, but whatever it was made him chuckle quietly to himself. There was a small puff of air on your face before he turned back to the anatomy book. 

“Transversus abdominis.” He says it like it’s obvious but of course, you know nothing about anatomy, so it wasn’t to you. 

Shakily, you glanced at the book which still lay on his desk. The diagram seemed simple enough to your eyes with the muscle highlighted clearly, but you reminded yourself that it didn’t matter if you could understand it, this was about Alucard. 

His hands lightly traced their way down the ‘v’ of your hips, much more gently than he’d been doing prior. You couldn’t help but wonder how Alucard could feel much of your muscle at all like that, but the thought was quickly shoved out of your head as the other’s hands descended even lower. 

His fingers seemed to linger perilously close to your pussy. You knew already that you’d been getting wet, and you clenched your thighs together despite yourself. You really couldn’t pinpoint exactly why you felt as you did, but the heart was a mysterious thing. 

When Alucard’s eyes roved up your form, along your bare skin until he reached your face, you were sure that your soul left your body. 

“Sweetheart?” How could he sound so innocent, so casual? Surely even Alucard wasn’t this dense. “Is something the matter?”

“No…”

“Hmm…” Alucard paused, his eyes burning holes in you and his hand still resting so close to where you needed it. “So that’s not your slick little pussy I can smell in the air, then?”

For the second time that afternoon, you were lost for words and your thoughts ground to a halt. 

Though Alucard certainly didn’t seem angry with the turn of events, the first thing you felt the urge to do was apologise. Alucard’s intense gaze softened somewhat when you did. He sighed and a gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead. 

“No need to be sorry for such a thing, my love. I know how greedy your little hole gets… so much so that it won’t even let me take an hour out to study, hmm?”

‘More than just an hour.’ You thought, but you held your tongue. Alucard smirked, as if he could read your mind, and his hand dropped further still, alighting a blazing trail in its wake. He cupped your pussy through your trousers and even with a layer or two of material to separate the contact, it felt as if your nerves were charged livewires. You gasped, the sound deafening in the otherwise quiet room, and your hips twitched, unsure of what to do. The hand on your waist tightened. 

For a moment, Alucard simply placed it there, making no move to pleasure you or take off your clothes, but then he began to push a little, grinding the hell of his palm against your clit. Something close to a wheeze was teased out of you and you couldn’t help but try to close your legs around his hand. 

Alucard didn’t seem to mind your squirming. He went with the movement, keeping up a slow, teasing grind that wasn’t nearly enough. When he smirked, there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

“This part of the anatomy is in one of the latter chapters, but I’m sure you can forgive me if I skip ahead.”

You’d forgotten how to breathe – how to speak, and could only nod jerkily and overenthusiastically. You must have looked desperate in Alucard's eyes, but you didn’t care. With him, you never had to pretend. You loved each other exactly the way you were – for better or for worse. 

“Good.” It was difficult not to whine when Alucard removed his hand. Your tongue turned to led; however, when the blonde began to advance, stalking forwards and giving you nowhere to go but backwards as he walked you across the room. With predatory intent in his gaze, Alucard was crowding you up against the cabinets on the other side of the room. 

When your back touched the solid wood behind you, something clinked, jolted out of place, but neither if you cared. It was impossible to think of anything else when Alucard lent down, closing the distance between you until his lips were but a hair’s width away from your own. He made no move to bridge the gap and neither did you, frozen in place. Some kind of tension thrummed beneath your skin, almost bubbling to the surface to the point where a single spark might set you ablaze. 

Alucard hummed again. It was a satisfied sound, clinical – like an artist viewing their finished masterpiece or a doctor looking over a cured patient. It should have gotten you as worked up as it did – being a scientific curiosity or an object for Alucard to study and play around with. 

Though you had the urge to speak, you couldn’t begin to even articulate the feelings swirling in your gut. Instead, you lent upwards in an attempt to capture Alucard’s lips, but they were gone in an instant, like a whiff of spoke. 

Hands gripped your hips with more intent this time, harder, until you felt yourself being lifted and deposited on one of the cabinets. Like this, you were an inch or so taller than Alucard, but you had no time to appreciate the new angle. The world around you seemed to tilt as Alucard pressed closer, muscling his way between your thighs and blocking any chance you might have had of escape. One hand gravitated upwards and thread itself in your hair whilst the other descended, shoving at a thigh to make room for himself in its place. 

His lips brushed against your own so lightly that it could have been the wind. 

“Do you like being my little plaything? My little doll to experiment on? Something to sate my curiosity?” You could do little other than nod jerkily again, too overwhelmed to say much and nothing at all to add to Alucard’s statement. He’d hit the nail on the head – like always. “You’ll let me use you as I see fit, then?”

“Of course.” You finally managed to force out, somewhere between a wheeze and a croak. When Alucard laughed at your blatant desperation, you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Good girl.”

Alucard kissed you then, finally, and it was every bit as good as you’d been waiting for. It was intense and all-consuming right from the word go, enough to steal what little breath you had from your lungs. Alucard’s lips were like fire against your own and the hand in your hair tugged pointedly and tightened, ensuring you were under no illusions about who controlled the kiss. 

You groaned against his lips. It wasn’t the most dignified sound you’d ever made but Alucard seemed to appreciate it. He shuddered against you and slipped his tongue into your mouth with such ease that it seemed as if it belonged there. Evidently, he was not as unaffected as he might have liked you to believe. 

Kissing Alucard was not dissimilar to spending an age under water before finally coming up for air. It was refreshing and overwhelming and everything in between. When he nipped his sharp fangs against your bottom lip, it felt as if every nerve in your body had come alight. You could have died right in that instant and been happy about it. 

Something akin to an alarmed warble clawed its way out of your throat when Alucard used the hand in your hair to pull your head back, exposing your neck. It wasn’t a painful feeling – far from it. In fact, it sent a shiver down your spine and your pussy grew even wetter at being manhandled in such a way. 

Alucard’s lips were all but scorching as they moved from your own, instead kissing messily at your chin, your jaw, before making their way to your throat. Despite the fact that Alucard was very much capable of drinking you dry, of ripping your jugular out with his teeth, you’d never once been afraid of that possibility, even when his fangs were somewhere so vulnerable. If you were completely honest with yourself, that was part of the allure – being so close to danger and knowing that Alucard wouldn’t lift a finger to hurt you – having all that power at your beck and call. 

Your husband made a satisfied sound against your neck, tongue peeking out as if to taste the sweat on your skin, to feel your pulse racing beneath. You could do little but hold on and enjoy the ride as Alucard spoiled you with his attentions. One hand was clutching tightly to his golden hair, not tugging but bringing him closer, holding him against you, whilst the other grappled uselessly at his slim shoulders. 

When Alucard bit down gently, barely enough to leave a mark, you wheezed, overwhelmed. Could you cum just like this? With Alucard barely even grinding up against where you needed him the most? It certainly felt as if you could. Squeezing your eyes shut did nothing to stave off your desperation – in fact, it made it worse. 

As Alucard’s kisses and teasing nips trailed ever downwards, to your shoulder and collarbones, the hand that had been gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him, began to move. It crept slowly upwards, trailing along your skin as it did so, evidently meaning to tease. Your heart was in your mouth and your breathing stopped all together as it crept higher still. Would he finally touch you? Your pussy ached for something inside it so much it hurt. You knew you wouldn’t even last a minute the moment Alucard finally deigned to have mercy on you. 

Further and further the hand rose…

Time seemed to stop.

But then, much to your dismay, Alucard’s fingers left your inner thigh and skipped over your pussy completely, starting the same teasing trail on your abdomen before rising even higher. It was impossible to stop the noise of disappointment that forced its way past your lips. Of course, you hadn’t meant to make him feel bad, but it was difficult not to let your neediness overwhelm you. 

Alucard only laughed at how mindless you’d become. 

His hand trailed higher, sharp nails skimming feather light up your stomach until it reached the underside of your bra. There, he paused. The lips, which had still been worshipping your neck, stopped momentarily. 

Using the grip he still possessed on your hair to help, Alucard tilted you forwards a little, the offending hand slipping between you back and the wall momentarily so that he might unclasp your bra. 

The blonde moved back to help you take it off, and you couldn’t help the way your gaze practically glued itself to Alucard’s lips, pink and swollen from his activities. When you looked upwards, Alucard’s own eyes blazed, staring back at you with an intensity that almost made you flinch. You watched as his eyes skirted downwards over your now completely bare top half, lingering at your breasts which were now exposed. He caressed the underside of one almost tenderly and you couldn’t help but shiver. 

“Please…” That seemed to be the final straw for Alucard – something to snap him out of his reverie.

His mouth parted, tongue running over a plump bottom lip as if he wanted to speak. But then, it seemed that Alucard thought better of it. 

He surged forwards with a force that knocked you backwards, trapping you against the wall once again. Alucard’s mouth was burning – though that might have been more due to the sharp bite he placed on your collar bone before descending, almost hard enough to break the skin. You all but squeaked despite the fact that you welcomed the pain, shaking when you felt Alucard begin to grind in small, desperate movements against your thigh.

Your need, your happiness and everything in between soured higher and higher as Alucard’s mouth finally reached it’s destination at your breast. There was no reverence now, no stopping and taking a moment to admire, no. Alucard pressed on like a man hell-bent on going to war. 

He groaned louder than he had since this had all begun, capturing your tit in what could only be described as a sloppy kiss, pressing his tongue to your nipple and savouring the swell of your chest. It was impossible for you to do anything other than allow Alucard this, to sit back and enjoy. And even if you’d had the motivation to, you weren’t sure what you might have done to make the moment any better. 

The hand that had been previously tangled in your hair removed itself in favour of gripping your waist tightly, as if to stop you from escaping. Alucard pawed at the breast that wasn’t pressed up against plush lips as if he couldn’t get close enough. That was certainly a sentiment you echoed, both hands now clutching desperately at Alucard’s hair and tangling it beyond repair in an effort to keep him close. 

Still, you did nothing to hinder your husband when he pulled away, shaking and feeling weak from the force of his attention and your own arousal. Dark pupils almost eclipsed the gold of his eyes as Alucard stared down at your tits, mouth visibly watering and lips swollen. It was near impossible not to let a look like that go to your head – filling you with a sense of confidence and ease at how much you were adored. The growl that bubbled its way up from Alucard’s throat went straight to your pussy before he all but attacked your other breast, switching sides and pinching your other damp nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger. 

The noise that escaped from you certainly couldn’t have been called attractive, more a garbled sound than anything resembling actual words. You were reeling from the onslaught, barely able to string two syllables together, much less an entire word.

The task became even more impossible when Alucard finally popped open the button on your trousers and drew the zip teasingly downwards. Unthinkingly, you set both hands on the cabinet and lifted your hips in an effort to help. There was no word to describe the relief and excitement you felt as your underwear and trousers were shoved towards. 

Even in your lust-addled brain, constantly distracted by Alucard’s clever tongue on your breasts and the occasional nip from pointed fangs, you could sense the blonde’s impatience. He might have been composed and hard to read at the best of times but during times like this, Alucard’s desire was an open book. 

He didn’t even manage to get your trousers completely off before Alucard was turning his attention to your pussy, leaving them tangled around your knees. Neither of you paid them much mind; however, and it was difficult to be disgruntled about anything when Alucard finally, finally touched where you needed him the most. 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as Alucard’s fingers brushed up and over your folds, seeking out your hard little clit. The two of you groaned in unison at that, the blonde evidently enjoying himself just as much as you were if the way he continued to grind himself against your thigh was anything to go by. Gone were his initial teasing touches or the way he usually worked you up by starting off slow. You were way past that. 

Alucard’s fingers were firm yet slow as they ground into your clit in small circles, forcing you to feel each millimetre of movement. Your mouth fell open at the sensation, eyes rolling back into your skull and a sigh escaping you. 

It was only Alucard’s lips pressing against your own, open mouthed and slightly unexpected, that brought you back down from whatever place you’d soared to. The fire in your abdomen seemed to blaze and fade all at once, the need becoming more intense yet less frantic now that you had Alucard’s hands on you. 

You were swept up in the feeling of Alucard’s lips on yours for a moment, the rest of the world melting away as he licked into your mouth, claiming you in every way he knew how. When his fingers ventured a little lower, dipping into your hot slit and collecting the slick there, Alucard groaned once again, tugging at your bottom lip a little as he pulled away. 

“Darling, you taste like a sin…”

Alucard’s tone was deep and dark, everything you dreamed about in those rare moments your husband wasn’t around. All you could do in response was groan as Alucard went back to licking and biting at your neck, one hand torturing your breasts whilst two fingers of the other slipped inside your slick hole. 

You clenched around them and were unable to stop the full-body shiver that overcame you at the feeling – finally having something inside after having to go without. Alucard’s slender, strong fingers pressed into you with ease, your body opening up to him in a way so intimately familiar it took your breath away. 

He thrust them into the knuckle firmly but not roughly, his thumb pointedly pressing against your clit as he did so. You made another sound, high and breathless in the back of your throat when he began to move them. He didn’t… thrust exactly, more a slow grind that seemed to stimulate you perfectly inside and out. Alucard crooked his fingers just so, timed immaculately with a quick flick of his thumb over your swollen clit that had you jolting at the sudden intensity of the feeling. 

You almost flinched away from his fingers then, but the way Alucard dragged his mouth back down your neck, licking and nipping as he went, had you arching back into his touches as quickly as the need had first occurred. 

Alucard continued the torturous movements of his fingers, seeming to play special attention to that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars – he didn’t even have to move his hand particularly quickly for you to feel the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten. 

Even with the ever-present draught in the castle, you found yourself sweating and your skin flushed. 

“Would you let me study you, my darling? Truly allow me the scope to figure out all the ways I can take you apart? Until it becomes an art form instead of a science?”

You were hard-pressed to think of a reply, let alone get the words out. Alucard didn’t seem to be looking for one anyhow, biting softly at the swell of your tits as he thrust his fingers in sharply and curled.

Shit, as much as you wanted this to last, to eek this out and stay in this moment forever, you knew you couldn’t take this for much longer without cumming. Especially when Alucard seemed hell-bent on showing off just how well he knew your body. 

Again and again he curled his fingers, grinding his thumb into your clit harshly. The wet sounds your pussy made were accompanied only by your harsh, overwhelmed pants and the sound of Alucard kissing and mouthing messily at your tits. You were sure you were going to die. That could be the only explanation for what you were feeling. Though if that were the case, you were sure you’d die happy. 

“Give yourself over to me, my love.” Alucard implored. “Just let go, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”

You could do nothing but obey. 

You were certain that you blacked out for a moment as you came, shaking apart with only Alucard there to ground you. You clenched hard around the fingers mercilessly attacking your clit and g-spot but still they moved, carrying you through the peak of your pleasure and into the shaky oversensitivity beyond. 

This was likely what people meant when they said they’d had an out of body experience. You felt as if you were floating, the world around you blurred and in shades of grey – save for Alucard who stood out to you in glistening gold as always. As soon as you were able to focus again, still feeling winded and hyper-aware of how Alucard’s fingers were still inside you (though no longer moving), you noticed that clinical look in his eyes again – a doctor assessing a patient – even if something there was tinged with a lot more care than any professional.

Fuck, you knew this couldn’t possibly be the end of whatever Alucard had planned. Had this been his intention all along? Right from the moment he asked for your help? You certainly wouldn’t have put it past him, at any rate. “Better?” Anyone else might have interpreted his tone as condescending, but not you. You nodded, still too overwhelmed and spaced-out to speak. “Good. I’ve thought of some other anatomical theories I need your help to prove.”

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

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

One of these ways most definitely includes impregnating you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you think turn-ons and turn-offs would be for our pretty vampire boy

Alucard’s kinks*

[You] *CW: contains sexual themes, namely turn-ons and turn-offs. It gets specific.

Note: Ooh! Listen, I love this. I feel like our Sunshine Prince might’ve been a full-on Sub if the Taka+Sumi incident didn’t happen. I HC him to be a switch because of the need for some semblance of control!

Subject me to your thoughts and violent reactions. 😪

Turn-offs

He’s not a big fan of an overly potty mouth, in general. You can cuss here and there, but every time you speak is just too much. Please, have some class.

If you’re overly flirty with everyone, that’s also a no because he is a very monogamous lover. He wants you all to himself and likewise, he gives his all to you. Being overly flirty with everyone can make him feel insecure, like he’s not special to you after all.

He will never fall for someone who is unkind or sadistic in any way at all. He will not even pay you any attention. That also goes for someone shallow who only likes him for his looks or status.

Bondage. Yes, you saw that coming, didn’t you? Anything that restricts his movement, he’s uncomfortable with for obvious traumatic reasons.

Facials. He’s not all about cumming on your face. He’d rather stuff himself deep inside you instead. He’s not one for degradation of any sort and doesn’t feel the need to do that to you. He gulps on that respect juice. However, he doesn’t mind cumming elsewhere—butt, stomach, etc.

Turn-ons:

Intelligence. If you’re well-spoken and your thoughts are logical and you’re not afraid to speak your mind, he might just fall in love with you. He wants someone who won’t shy away from discussions, but can remain respectful about it. Someone creative and intellectual who can match his energy.

He’s putty in your hands if you are caring and understanding yet also capable of being headstrong; someone with both conviction and compassion is someone he can admire.

When you wear his shirt and it looks like a dress on you cause his frame is much larger—the way it’s falling off your shoulder, the V-neck cut of it so deep on you that he gets a good view… It makes him want to take you then and there.

Hair-pulling, back-scratching, those little things you do that gives him a tiny bit of pain that’s also pleasurable. When you show him how much you’re letting go when you fuck.

A partner who fully trusts him, fully submits to him. He finds it so hot when you let him do as he pleases, when you show him how much you want him. When you let him roughly bend you over his desk and fuck you from behind, the wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the castle. But at the same time, when you take control and dominate him, when you ride him til he’s quaking and your legs start shaking, that’s just as hot.

To some smaller degree—breeding kink. Adrian isn’t sure if this is a vampire trait, like some sort of natural hunger to procreate, but… the thought of pushing himself balls-deep in you so he can cum deep inside you turns him on more than he lets on. Especially when you clench around him tightly and milk him for all he’s got as he’s cumming. The thought of putting babies in you, you carrying his offsprings… that’s hot. Needless to say, he is also crazy for a good creampie. 😌

When you moan his name… Honey, it’s over for you and him both.

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

This is a very wonderful request

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

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

Whether that be exploring you with his hands or his mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alucard with a Pregnant Reader

Pairing: Alucard x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst

AN: Feel free to sue me if you spot an grammatical error. College tuition is on me friends :))) (pls don't)

Part 2

"I am so scared," you whisper, your fingers tracing the curve of your taut belly. It's barely noticeable to anyone else, but you can feel the presence growing within you. The healer's words from this morning echo in your mind. Eight weeks. The child inside you is eight weeks old, a secret shared only by you and the kitchen walls.

The signs had been impossible to ignore – the missed period, the bouts of vertigo, the persistent waves of nausea, and that peculiar craving for grapes. Denial had no choice but to give way to the truth.

Your heart aches with uncertainty, but it's not just the unknown future that grips you; it's the thought of Alucard. The two of you hadn't discussed children before. It wasn't a topic that had ever found its way into your conversations. The idea of parenthood had never been part of your plans.

Alucard, with his scarred past and the haunting shadows that still lingered, was a picture of complexity. You knew he carried wounds that hadn't fully healed. The mere thought of this news, of this life growing within you, could be a cruel trigger. You stand in the hush of your kitchen, your voice timidly breaking the silence, as if testing the weight of your thoughts in the air. "I do not want to burden him or force him back into the memories he's barely managed to escape," you murmur to yourself, the words a fragile secret shared with the walls.

"I don't want to disrupt the fragile equilibrium we've found. I don't want to steal away the progress we've made together... but at the same time, I can't ignore this," your voice quivers, and a tear escapes your eye, tracing a glistening path down your cheek. The conflicting emotions swirl within you – the want for this unexpected life, this precious gift that belongs to you and Alucard, battles against your fears.

Shame and guilt intertwine with desperation, tugging at the corners of your conscience. Does your yearning for this child outweigh the love you hold for Alucard? How can you weigh one life against another, one desire against the fragile, hard-fought happiness you've found together?

So, on a stolen night when the moon hangs low in the sky and stars whisper amongst themselves tales of old, you lay next to Alucard. Moonlight trickles through the curtains, painting your surroundings in a gentle, silvery glow, creating a haven just for the two of you.

You lie beside Alucard, the sheets a soft cocoon around you both, and your head rests on your arm as you gaze at him. His fingers interlace with yours, tracing patterns on your palm, a touch that usually brings comfort but tonight, a tempest brews within you, hidden from his perceptive eyes.

Your fingers glide through his hair, each strand a cascade of silk between your touch. His head tilts into your caress, a gesture that conveys both ease and affection. "What is it?" His voice, like a whisper carried by the wind, brushes against your senses. The concern in his eyes pulls at your heartstrings. "You seem so distant, so burdened these past days," he observes, his gaze holding yours, unwavering and genuine. In that moment, words escape you, caught in the tangle of emotions that you've been wrestling with.

You take a steadying breath, your fingers never ceasing their gentle dance through his hair. "It's... just thoughts," you begin, your voice soft and tentative, "worries that have found a way to settle in my mind." His unwavering attention emboldens you to continue, "I've been trying to sort through them on my own."

His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a subtle reassurance that he's there, by your side. "You know you can tell me anything," he says, his tone a mixture of encouragement and gentle persistence. His genuine concern is a testament to the trust you both had built and it fills you with warmth even amidst the turmoil within.

With a sigh, you finally voice the storm that has been raging within you. "It's about... us, about the future," your words weave into the quiet of the night. "I... I've learned something that's left me torn." His patience anchors you, allowing the words to flow more freely.

You take a deep breath, your fingers entwining with his as you draw his hand closer. The closeness brings a soothing comfort as you shift nearer, your hand holding on to Adrian’s finds its resting place on your belly. His name, Adrian, escapes your lips like a whispered prayer, and then the confession tumbles forth, heavy with implications. "Adrian, I've discovered that... we're expecting a child."

Time seems to stand still as the words hang in the air, the weight of them etching a profound stillness between you. His eyes widen, a myriad of emotions flickering through their depths, unspoken words caught in his gaze. The universe seems to hold its breath, and in that suspended moment, you feel his fingers tighten around yours, his grip an anchor amidst the swirling sea of emotions.

Yet, the heartbeat of the universe quickens once more, and in the blink of an eye, he's at the door of your room. It's as if the warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his eyes have been replaced by a chilling breeze. His hand rests on the doorknob, the barrier between you both a tangible representation of the distance that has suddenly grown.

You're not one to be silenced by that distance. Your heart propels your words forward, a bridge you're determined to build across the expanse that has opened up between you. "I know that this was not planned," your voice carries across the room, each word infused with the weight of your emotions. "And I know that neither of us is prepared for this, for the path that has been placed before us."

The words tumble forth, the reservoir of your heart's yearnings finally breaking free. "This truth, Adrian, it's something we cannot ignore or deny. I won't force you into a role you're not ready for, and I won't ask you to become someone you're not. But..." Your voice trembles, the vulnerability stark in your admission. "I can't give up on this child. I can't turn away from this new life that's growing within me."

The days stretch on, a silent echo of the unanswered longing that fills your heart. One week turns into another, and before you know it, half a month has slipped through your fingers like sand. The cold reality settles over you like a shroud – Alucard's choice, unspoken yet glaringly obvious, has left you with a hollow ache.

Every corner of the castle seems to hold a memory, a whisper of the time when your paths were intertwined. But now, they are just that – memories. Your belongings, once scattered amidst the grandeur, now seem out of place, like fragments of a life that was meant to be but never was.

With each item you gather, with every trace of your presence that you erase, the weight of your new role bears down on you. The mother and the father – it's a title you never expected to hold alone, a responsibility thrust upon you by circumstances beyond your control.

It's a quiet determination that propels you forward, that steadies your trembling hands and dries the tears that threaten to fall. You assemble the remnants of your life, leaving behind a trail of an existence that was both vivid and fleeting.

The finality of it all is captured in the note you leave behind. The pen scratches against the paper, pouring out words that mirror the turmoil within your heart. You don't blame him, you don't accuse him – instead, you offer him a glimpse into your own battle-scarred emotions.

"Alucard,

Once, I held onto promises as unbreakable as the dawn, and believed the bonds we wove were unyielding against any tempest. Life, however, has a knack for steering us into uncharted territories, down alleys we could never foresee. I comprehend your decision, even if it rends at the very fabric of my being.

I can no longer evade the stark reality that lies before me, the weight of responsibilities now solely upon my shoulders. Our path has veered into unforeseen terrain, and I must summon the strength to navigate it in solitude. Our unborn child deserves nothing less.

Allow no shadows of blame to cloud your thoughts. I hold no such sentiment in my heart. It is my fervent wish that with time, wounds may mend and we shall each find our own way forward. Always shall I carry the flame of our love, and the vows we whispered beneath the stars.

With a heart both burdened and unwavering,

[Y/N]"

Amidst the whirlwind of agony, your midwife's voice breaks through, insistent yet comforting. You strain to make sense of her words, every fiber of your being consumed by the all-encompassing pain of contractions. She seems to peer into your very soul, searching for an answer. "What do you wish for?" she asks again, her eyes locked onto yours as if seeking a secret.

Summoning the last dregs of your strength, you manage to reply, the words escaping your lips in a strained murmur, "Gahhh I think uuh a girl." The curt response is all you can muster amidst the ordeal.

Your fingers clutch at the sheets beneath you, your knuckles white from the intensity of your grip. The contraction slowly releases its hold, and as the wave of torment subsides, you gasp for air, trying to steady your trembling body. The seconds feel like eternity, every moment stretched to its limit.

"How long?" you croak, your voice raw from hours of relentless struggle. You've lost all sense of time, each passing second an eternity of pain.

"A couple more. We need a bit more dilation. Hang on, my dear," your midwife's voice is a soothing balm, her touch gentle yet firm. She rearranges the pillows behind you, adjusting your position to aid the process. It's a small gesture, but it carries the weight of empathy and understanding.

It had been a miracle that she agreed to deliver your child when none other did. The world is never kind to a single mother. Wiping away the sweat on your forehead, the woman looks at you with pity in her eyes. "Your girl will be fortunate to have a mother such as you," the kindness of her words leaves you more vulnerable than you already are.

"And when she finally arrives," the midwife continues, her hands cradling your tear-stained face, "you will teach her to be as brave as her mother." After all the months of your pain, your guilt, and heartache you for the first time feel loved.

A brief interlude of tranquility is shattered by the onset of another brutal contraction, the pain washing over you like a tidal wave. Your body tenses, your breath catching as you grit your teeth against the intensity. The midwife's voice, steady and guiding, pierces through the haze. "Come on now, time to push," she declares, positioned at the foot of the bed, her poised stance is a beacon of strength.

"Push, push," her words merge with the searing ache, becoming a distant echo as you steel yourself for what lies ahead. Your fingers, once tangled in the sheets, suddenly lose their grip, rising to cradle your belly. Yet, before they can fully reach their destination, they're enveloped by larger, familiar hands.

Adrian. His presence is a jolt of solace amid the chaos. The memory of those hands, those strong and steady hands, floods your senses. They fit yours perfectly.

In that moment, he draws closer, his body aligning with yours. He positions himself behind you, he places a kiss on your grossly sweaty forehead.

There are no grand proclamations, no elaborate vows. Instead, it's the tangible proof of his presence that speaks volumes. It's a testament that, despite the shadows that have haunted his past, he has chosen you, and the life you've created together. His child.

Your breath comes uneven but despite that you hear his heart beat. It beats louder than ever, even louder than the time you managed to jump scare him.

Your screams end with shrill cries filling the room. She was here, your daughter. She was here with her father and mother.

Weird Alucard Mermaid AU

AN: @queenondeezmatatas I am sorry but my brain is not functioning and I cannot properly write a mermaid au for Alucard but I tried...its a little crackhead. (P.S. I have been listening to the same song for past week, my adhd is at its peak)

Summary: “when I asked for a souvenir I meant something smaller…”

“It was your first time on a boat and you brought back a mermaid?”

“Technically it’s a merman,” 

“Bitch you can’t even swim-” Aril paused with a comical expression on his face. “Listen,” he gently held your shoulders and spoke in an exasperated tone, “when I asked for a souvenir I meant something smaller…”

Uncaring of your brother who was minutes away from a break down you could not help but admire your find. “Isn’t he pretty,” you tucked away the disarrayed strands of slumbering merman’s hair. Pretty golden hair that complimented his glimmering black tail.

“Do you think we should cover him with a blanket or would that be weird for his skin textu-”

“Y/N this isn’t the time to think about skin texture!” Aril finally exploded with his booming voice. He motioned his hand to where the merman lay, “We have a Merman in our house. On my bed. 50 miles away from the shore.” Whenever Aril got mad his face turned red. Tomato red. It was comical. “He could die, for all I know we could be killed by this creature.”

“Just why did you do it?”

“I couldn’t leave him to die Aril,” you met the merman on the shores of the busy port city. A place where many wandered yet, none cared to look at the injured creature by the water. Maybe none had seen him. But he was there, motionless and pale in the waters that seem to bleed red with his injured tail.

So abandoning the hard-earned boat ride that you had bought, you covered the merman in your cloak and carried him on your back. You did take a carriage ride but that isn’t dramatic enough to be mentioned.

Maybe you could have been smarter and left the merman in the coastal town, where he would be closer to his home but you could not bring yourself to do it. Not when the town with brimming merchants is also a hub for illegal slaves. 

The wounds on his tail and the marks on his wrists were enough signs to not let him suffer any more confinement. And if it is the sea, he desired, then you would give him that. You would take him back wherever he desired.

“Whoever you are,” you took the merman’s hand in yours. His much colder than yours. “I promise you that I will not bind you to this place and I promise you the warmth of this hearth, even though you might not like that so…more like the water of our lake?” You smile at your own little joke. Too bad the merman does not get to listen to your excellent innuendoes yet.

But something told you that he would soon. Maybe it was the deepening frown between his eyebrows.

Blood, crashing relentless waves, coarse sand of the seabed on his tail, nails scratching his skin until it gave away to blood. Screams surrounded him. They were after him. They want him dead just like they killed his mother. 

They killed his mother. Ha…Alucard felt an unbearable pressure on his chest. His mother was dead…and his father was gone in grief. Lost to the world as his mother was. Only one left was him. 

Not for long though. He would join them. Maybe his pursuers would grant him the mercy of joining his mother. 

A big chunk of his tail had been ripped apart by claws. It bled into the sea. Vanishing into the depths of storming waves. 

Rippling pain continued to pulse through him. Even in the dark of his unconscious mind, it stayed. Ever present. Until it settled onto his every pore. A grating sensation.

Alucard’s eyes flew open and what welcomed him was not the comforting dark of the sea but something different…it was wood. Was he on a ship? He could not feel the waves, nor could he sense the existence of other sea creatures.

“I told you blanket was not a right choice for slimy mermen,” Alucard very much wanted to protest that he was not a slimy merman. But before he could another voice replied “Jeez forgive me Y/N that I am not a mermaid, expert and that I didn’t plan for our little guest that you brought.”

First of all, Alucard was not little. “Mer…merman,” he tried to interject his capturers who had entrapped him under a formidable net, likes of which he had never seen.

“Yeah I told you he’s a merman- wait what?” a note of surprise rang in the voice of one named Y/N, “shit…you’re awake!” 

“Aril you got the pan?” Is he going to be cooked? He heard the tales from others of his kind. Humans loved to devour almost anything edible. 

Alucard's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He was trapped, captured by these humans, and his fate seemed uncertain. The memories of his mother's death and the relentless pursuit by his attackers still haunted him, and now he found himself in an entirely different danger.

The wood above him, the lack of crashing waves, and the absence of other sea creatures made it evident that he was no longer in the sea. There was no easy escape from land…had he been on a ship it would be easier.

The voices of his captors, Y/N and Aril, continued to echo around him, their words both confusing and alarming. Y/N seemed to be surprised by something, perhaps his ability to communicate, while Aril seemed preoccupied with something called a "pan."

"Aril, maybe we should think this through. He seems aware, and he's not attacking us."

Aril grumbled in response, his tone still cautious. "Aware or not, he's still a merman, and we can't just ignore the risks. What if he lures others of his kind to attack us?"

"Hey," Alucard looked at the owner of the hesitant voice, which belonged to you—the woman with the brightest voice and a staggering intellect. You returned his gaze with a blinding smile. "You okay?" you asked, your concern evident as you pointedly stared at the sheet covering him.

Your words, though familiar in their cadence, were foreign to Alucard. He struggled to focus on what you were saying, his head pounding with a thudding ache. His tail was his only connection to the sea, and without water, it felt foreign and uncomfortable. The air seemed to cling to him, grating against his exposed skin.

Desperate to free himself from the constraining cloth, Alucard tried to pry it off. The fabric stuck to him, unlike the seamless flow of water through his fingers. The air seemed ruthless and his hands flapped awkwardly. Despite his efforts, the cloth persisted, trapping him like the nets that humans used to ensnare sea creatures. "Let me help ," you spoke again, your fingers inching towards him.

As your hands neared him, Alucard couldn't shake the memory of the claw marks on his back, inflicted by his own people. The pain was still fresh, and he couldn't trust these humans, even though you seemed to want to help.

He bared his teeth in a defensive growl, a warning to keep your distance. Uncertainty clouded his mind, unsure of your intentions and whether he could trust you. The memory of his mother's death at the hands of humans haunted him, and he couldn't risk facing a similar fate.

You paused, sensing his fear and apprehension. Your eyes softened with understanding, and you slowly withdrew your hand

You encounter a stalemate, as you watch a wriggling merman who won’t let you help him. Behind you, you can feel Aril with a pan in his grasp. Your own defenses had sprung up at the sight of menacing fangs that the mer possessed. 

Yet, it is not just fear that welcomes you but also a longing tug. You can see the wounds on the mer’s back. A story imprinted on his body. But even in his clumsy movements there is a desperation. A need to save himself. It would be easy to help him and free him or maybe knock him out and release him back into the seas that he comes from. But the forming tears in his eyes stop you.  And maybe that is the reason that you step back and allow the creature to fight his battle with your bedsheet. You allow him the freedom of his struggle.

And as you do so, you yank a hesitant Aril out of the house. “Get some Kingfoil for him,” your brother rightfully glares at you. He is afterall, smarter than you in most situations. “What? You want me to get herbs?” You exaggeratedly point at yourself. “You want the fish inside to die…don’t tell me you want to grill it into our next dinner,” Aril does not entertain your shenanigans. “He doesn’t look that appetizing but…”

“I’ll go but you keep this,” your brother very responsibly hands you his trusted pan. “Aim for his head if he is a menace.” He expectantly looks at you. You grace him with a firm salute which he does not appreciate enough and walks away towards the woods.

By the time you return the mer, seems to have won the battle with your sheet and pants on your brother’s bed with fervor of an exhausted lover. 

“Well well, looks like you won,” your clever remark goes very much unanswered. At this point you contemplate signing your words when the mer replies in a hoarse voice, “water,” which very much should not be considered a reply but you do not ponder on that issue as you see the said merman daintily faint back into oblivion. 

“Time for a second trip,” you push up your sleeves and stare at the pan that your brother bestowed upon you…no you aren’t going to cook him. You were better than that.

Kingsfoil will have to wait. 

Your afternoon is spent repackaging your merman into a less suspicious form which unfortunately involves putting the sheet back on. For the second time you crack your back at you prepare to carry the huge guy on it. 

The beginnings of the lake right by your house start to show up. “I hope you like it big guy.” With a splash, the giant fish falls into the water and you do not cringe at the sound it makes or the amount of water it sprays on your abused back. 

Adrian felt the rush of water around him as he swam, his senses attuned to this unfamiliar aquatic environment. The water was gentle and cool, a far cry from the hot summer sea of his home. His eyes flew open, taking in the swaying waves of the water body, though it lacked the vastness of the ocean and the familiar taste of brine he grew up with.

The water here felt lighter, and he could sense the curious whispers of the fish surrounding him. It was as if they were welcoming him to this new realm. The soothing water worked wonders on his wounded body, and he felt the relief of being free from the strange cloth that had trapped him earlier.

As he swam further, he saw your back turned to him, standing near the edge of the water. Without realizing it, his actions led him closer to you, and before he knew it, his hand tugged at your heel. You let out a screech as you fell into the water, but Adrian couldn't stop himself. Fear, anger, and a sense of betrayal filled him as he watched you struggle to keep afloat.

Instinctively, his tail wrapped around you, holding you in place as he pinned you to the edge. Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to pry your hands away from him. A whirlwind of questions filled his mind. Who are you? Why did you bring me here? What do you want from me?

But before he could voice any of these questions, he noticed your eyes closing shut, and your limbs losing their force. Panic surged through him as he tried to understand what was happening. Just as confusion gripped him, a force pushed into him.

Headcanons for if reader gets kidnapped and Alucard comes to save her/him/them? Anything from bandits to cruel nobles would be awesome! (I'm a sucker for a good rescue romance, cliché I know)

Hmm, the two requests are close enough, right? I’ll choose to be lazy here.

Rescue headcanons incoming! [Alucard x You]. So I assume there’s no self-defence knowledge at all at our disposal here so our prince can come swoop in for the rescue!

He’d been on edge for some time before he even heard you screaming from quite a ways away. He felt that something had gone wrong when it took you twice, almost thrice as long to do your share of chores. And gorged on your precious blood just recently, his heightened hearing picked up on your scream with more clarity than he’s usually capable of. He’s sure you’re in danger. Quickly, he wore his coat and gathered his sword and came to your rescue.

To say Alucard is pissed is an understatement. He is snarling, growling, absolutely seething. How dare they take what’s precious from him?!

However, as soon as he’s facing your kidnappers, he appears to be the very opposite of how he feels on the inside.

He’s cold. It feels as if he brought winter with him. So icy that anything that breathes in the vicinity might shudder.

“If you care at all for your continued existence,” he grits out as he slowly but surely advances towards your kidnappers, his presence large as life, death looming in the corner. His voice is modulated yet teeming with venom—“You’ll stop this nonsense and go. Now.”

The whole time though, his eyes are on you—checking for injury, honey eyes scanning for any scratch at all. He longs to comfort you, to have you in his arms as soon as possible, but he knows he has to play his cards right, especially with that blade pressed against your throat.

Now what happens next depends on how stupid brave your kidnappers are.

His heirloom sword is hovering right next to his head, ready to fly at them any moment now. His threat hangs in the air, making your kidnappers gulp.

When they took you, they had no idea you were the infamous Alucard’s special someone or they would have never done it. After shopping in the market, they’d followed you home. You simply looked to them like somebody who came from money and they needed it badly. Little did they know that your lover would find you even before they could formulate a plan to exchange you for gold.

The floating sword, the large gash on his chest, the fangs that peek through… Hell, his description matches the dhampir known to live in the area. Shit. The pathetic band of thugs promptly lets you go. Forgotten sword clattering on the ground, they push you towards the dhampir and flee, stumbling and quivering as they go.

You lurch forward, staggering straight into your lover’s arms. Tears of fear and of relief spring from your eyes and he’s hushing you, squeezing you in his arms, apologising. “I’m sorry, my love,” he tells you. “I should have come with you.”

“It’s alright now,” he pats your hair, enveloping you in his warm embrace. “There, there…”

When you look up at him, still shaken with tears in your eyes, it shatters his heart, it makes him frown.

“I’m here now. You’re safe now,” he tells you, plain and true. The surest thing in the world. And so you are, for as long as he’s with you.

Needless to say though, you’re banned from doing groceries all by yourself, at least for the foreseeable future. He’s never going to risk you again.

I will die on the hill that Dracula and Alucard can purr.

They don’t do it very often, and majority have never heard such things come from either of them.

It’s something they only do when they are truly safe, happy, content, and pleased.

And often do it subconsciously without even realizing it.

Dracula has a very deep low purr, it rumbles loudly and often if you’re on his chest cuddling him, you will shake to the frequency of his purrs.

He sounds more like a content dragon.

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Alucard’s purr isn’t as deep, and it’s nearly mute, it’s incredibly soft sounding but it rumbles his chest, and he won’t notice he’s doing it unless you point it out.

He rejects his monstrous side, so if you mention it please ease his worries and tell him how much you love it.

He only purrs when it’s just you two, not wanting others to see him so vulnerable.

But he more purrs in the morning when he wakes up to you.

what the two vampires do have in common is how they will lean towards you, chasing your affection with their purrs for your ears only.

Greedy for your touch, greedy for your love they wish to drown in it all, and can’t help but give their own affection in return.

To cuddle you, to hold you, to kiss you with their purrs only growing in volume.

This is a long ask but I got inspired 🌟

(This takes place after symphony of the night, where Alucard met reader fighting in the castle and he chooses to not go back to his eternal rest because s/o's sass stole his heart)

Alucard who treats his butch female darling like a princess, like tying her shoes,kissing the back of her hand, tending to her every need and fetching her coat and what not without ever needing to be asked.

Alucard who finds himself wanting to spend all his time with his s/o, wanting to brush there teeth together, cook together...

Alucard who's fiercely protective, even though his s/o can defend themselves just fine but he can't risk losing her, whether it be in death or someone stealing her away.

Whenever s/o is in a room, People needn't look to hard to find Alucard, her personal guard dog.

People don't understand how s/o can have someone who was so cold and aloof wrapped around her finger, truth be told, she doesn't either. What with how when they first met she had told him off for his attitude,(someone likes a gal who takes no sh*t and could kick his ass (0w0))

Sorry for such a delayed response! I suck I know :( but I hope you enjoy it (if you still linger here)

Ohohoho Alucard being whipped for his OP wife *sips tea in pleasure*

He knows you can kick ass. You could be an MMA fighter but you are his precious soft person and how dare anyone even look weird at you.

Annon you are so right with description that I cannot stop thinking about this. Just the gentleness of his every action *i'm soft*.

He will pull a Hua Cheng and not let you step on bloodied/dirty ground. Princess carry you from the mess that very much originated from your actions.

Perfectly peeled apples, crust less sandwiches to challenging people to duel for your honor, this boi is whipped.

In a life where you have been a strong daughter, a brave sister, an enduring captain of guard, only Alucard sees you devoid of the narratives that people have attached to you.

And in the world that sings songs of your valor, you can't help but be swayed by the Dhampir who sees you his beloved. Just you.

Maybe if it were your family, your mentor, or anyone else you would have steeled your heart and avoided the warmth of comfort but with Adrian...you don't. You allow yourself to mellow under his care. To be spoiled with his actions.

"Here all set," you watch Adrian kneel infront of you. The warmth of knitted wool surrounds your kneecap. "Now you won't feel chill even during the hardiest of patrols," your beloved smiles as his hands readjust your pants.

The chill of forest had never bothered you. Crouching for hours as you tracked targets had been a regular task that you did not think twice before taking on. To everyone including you, it was an integral part of your duty.

But Adrian...he knew you better than yourself. The slight stiffness of your knee had been a fleeting annoyance you got rid off with regular warmups.

Yet, it did not escape his notice. Only when you prepared to leave for another patrol did your beloved lead you to a well loved chaise and gently pulled up your trouser.

"Wha-" you wanted to ask him. Bit could not complete your sentence before he took a knitted warmer and wrapped it around your scarred knee.

The warmth of Adrian's touch enveloped your knee. "I scented it with cloves so it would reduce inflammation in case cold triggers pain." Holding his hands in yours, you lean in resting your forehead on his.

Maybe you did not need looking after. You certainly can do without it but you want it when it comes from Adrian. You treasure it. All your beloved's pampering makes you more than a captain or a legend. "Thank you," you whisper it feels blasphemous to be any louder in the moment.

Your hands cup his face and you memorize him with the sincerity of pious morning prayers. Every moment spent without him would pass on the merit of your memories.

Your lips meet his in a kiss. Gratitude, love, and yearning you pour it all in that one parting kiss.

Alucard x Van Helsing! S/O headcannons:

- Alucard didn't trust you at first, even more than Belmont

- As a Van Helsing, their hatred for Vampires was renowned and the Church was heavily involved with their family

- But hearing this prophecy from Sypha, you put your hatred for them aside to finally end Dracula

- the first Van Helsing to take down Dracula? You were sure you would tell this story to your future children

- and you did, but in a different light

- When you learnt that Alucard wasn't full Vampire but that his mother was human, you were shocked and jokingly asked if his mother was a slave of Dracula

- Alucard snapped at you and said the only reason he started this war was because humans killed his beloved, that what they had was true and real love

- you couldn't believe that Dracula himself had fallen in love until you saw Alucards room

- no coffins, no spikes, no human heads. . .it was a baby's room painted blue with a skylight and with toys and you felt the love it held

- you found yourself staring at the picture of him and his mother, feeling so conflicted about knowing that she willingly fell for Dracula and loved him and conceived a child with him

- all your life, you've been taught that they were evil creatures with nothing but greed in their hearts

- Alucard found you staring at the picture and asked "Angry that you weren't the one to end my father?"

- and your response shocked him "no, only jealous that you were a cuter baby than me" you smiled with a jesting tone

- instead of going with Sypha and Trevor, you stayed with Alucard as you felt responsible for the deaths to innocent Vampires you've committed and wanted to help him as much as you could

- In that time, Alucard took a notice of how beautiful you were. He knew you were attractive before, but he was barely seeing it for himself now that you were showing your true colors

- You thought Alucard was hot, even when you insisted you still hated Vampires, and it felt embarrassing to acknowledge that you were attracted to none other than Draculas son.

- It all happened really fast tbh

- Alucard was the first to express his admiration and feelings that he's developed towards you, saying that he couldn't help it

- You needed some time to process this because you felt like you'd be betraying centuries of family tradition by being with the son of Dracula, and actually cried knowing you liked Alucard

- But the heart wants what it wants, and you wanted to be with Alucard

- that's when he told you his birth name is Adrian, and you liked it way better

- It was awkward at first but him being a gentleman, he was slow with you and understood if you wanted to keep a certain pace

- he gives the best cuddles and he loves being pressed up against you because of your natural body heat

- it was kinda awkward to explain to Trevor and Sypha

- mostly because they walked in on a very INTENSE makeout session

- he likes using his teeth

- you both didn't think much on getting married, just had a small ceremony and Alucard gave you his mother's ring

- word got out of a Van Helsing marrying a Vampire, and people gave you nasty looks on the street or straight up refused to serve you because you loved Adrian

- He was PISSED but you convinced him to just leave it alone

- UNTIL some angry villagers started throwing rocks at you, calling you a whore and a traitor

- Adrian put a stop to that immediately and said "Who my beloved loves is no concern of closed minded fools, and as a Van Helsing and the son of Dracula, our marriage means peace. Accept it or face the consequences"

- many hunters were angry that Adrian made such a declaration but they wouldn't dare question a power couple such as you two

- Van Helsing or not, you fell in love with Adrian and you wouldn't have it any other way