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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.

Ahhh! The purring thing is so cute! My cat knows when I'm upset or unwell because she'll hover around me and try to climb on top of me to purr and lick my chin.

Anyway, I'm just imagining two big ass vampires purring like kittens. I bet Dracula and Alucard would also 1000% purr against you if you were unwell. Headache? They're nuzzled up alongside you, gently rumbling. Bad day? They'll be sitting with your head against their chest as you vent. They'd be like cats, lol. Cats that could rip a man limb from limb, but still. It would be so sweet.

-melody anon

THIS IS GENIUS!

Dracula is more open with his purring, you’re his beloved and he’s not ashamed of any love he has to give you. Stomach ache? He’s nuzzling close to your stomach just so his purrs rumble, and massage your stomach.

He loves holding you close, and anytime he can he will hold you and start purring.

If you point it out his purrs only grow, as he knows you love it, and will nuzzle his face into your neck and leave rumbling kisses just to make you feel better.

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Alucard is much the same, his purrs are at at much lower volume than his father’s but that doesn’t make much of a difference when he’s curled around you, nuzzling his cheek against yours and purring in your ear.

He loves it when you slide in his lap while he’s reading, just to lay against him, it always gets his purrs going. Or you kissing him repeatedly, it has him melting and purring so loudly.

When you’re in pain or just had a bad day he’s instantly wrapped around you, cloak and all, just to make you feel better.

He loves you and hates it when you’re upset in anyway, he wants to make you feel better.

Since Dracula is a vampire basically dead he’s cold, and Lisa was human making her warm, that Alucard being a mix of the two is anemic and despite being warmer than a vampire, he’s colder than a human and likes to wrap up in his cape cause it’s cozy.

But this also means that when it comes to you he naturally gravitates to you.

When sleeping in bed you two could start off on your own sides, but you’ll always wake up to him curled around you and legs tangled with yours.

But on the flip side, he gets a laugh watching you jump when he surprises you with a cold hand under your shirt.

Or you crying out he’s “too damn cold! Heat thief!”

It brings him such joy to hear it ringing throughout your shared home.

you’re his warmth, his blanket, his warm home to come back to.

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Though he does love making you tremble as his cold hands slide down your sides, holding your heated skin.

Or enjoying having you in his lap, your back against his chest and your legs spread, just for him to slowly bring a hand down and make you jolt, gasping from the cold touch of his hand on your sex.

This man makes me think and write things I've never written about before. Praise kink, sorta kinda breeding kink if you squint your eyes, female receiving oral sex, mentions of other sexual positions, reader insert. I haven't posted smutty fanfic in a long time so please forgive me.

You had never considered it. As Adrian had spoken about wanting a family you initially dismissed the idea. Having children was not something you had wanted, ever. The vague idea had been there but never with other lovers, more the fact that everyone expected you to have children because you had the parts for it. But after spending months with Adrian and the way he talked to the children of the village, your body deeply imagined it, pressing your consciousness to not dismiss the idea and the blossoming desire in you. 

“ Do you want to have a baby with me? His deep voice was soothing and gentle, as his golden eyes peered into your soul pleading while he sipped his wine at dinner.

The question was honest. His eyes said it all. He loved you and for him, that love surpassed all else but he would always wonder what life would be like were you carrying his seed in your womb.

“I’m sorry.” He looked as if you had already denied him yet you hadn’t said a thing. “ But I would love to make you a mother but if you don’t want….I know the world we live in is not safe but I dare to imagine it so with you.”

Your body reacted in a surprising way. It warmed to the idea of a child…his child… growing inside you. You interrupted his clearly practiced request with a kiss and begged him to breed you right there on the spot. Why did it feel so right with him? He was so eager that the dinner dishes were thrown into the floor as he laid you out on the dinner table and fucked you properly all while resisting the urge to nip at your neck but you encouraged him to… if you were going to have his child you wanted all of him.

  Lovemaking for the next few months had become a passionate endeavor not just to fuck and be satisfied with one another, though there was plenty of that evident in the bite marks that covered your body, especially the ones on the insides of your thighs. He enjoyed devouring you regardless of who took the lead that night. Promises to take care of you, give you whatever you needed, to ensure that you were safe and happy carrying the life inside you were daily prayers from him. 

So it shouldn’t have surprised you that when penetration became uncomfortable in the last months of your pregnancy he was more than happy to forgo his own pleasure just to see you unravel. He would take his time exploring your body. Slowly parting your folds, fingers, and tongue working so diligently to please you. Adrian would kiss you and tease you until you were begging him. His sharp teeth running across your skin but never sinking into you, the fear of hurting you while with child was a hard rule for him so you forwent love bites for the time being. But his mouth made up for it in so many other ways, kissing down your chest slowing only to suck at your nipples even when your breasts had become full with milk. He wouldn’t drink but he was not concerned if a little dribbled out on his tongue. The look in his eyes said he enjoyed it but would never ask.

  Long elegant fingers slid across the tight skin of your swollen belly followed by his soft lips and a gentle drag of his sharp nails. A tiny reminder of how your days of animalistic sex weren’t over. Just on pause.

“ God I love watching you come.” Golden eyes praising you in his loving gaze. His warm breath across your mound, a delicate kiss right above the places aching for him the most.

“You’re so beautiful. The way your back arches as if you are possessed by pleasure. I love knowing that I am the cause of that possession….” 

He would stop and resume his attention across your thighs until you melted. Which was part of the plan. He loved the taste of you. You were now very aware of his desire to pleasure you, you opened to him and let him drink his fill not of your blood but your nectar. He would run his tongue slowly across the most inner and intimate folds before dipping inside you to lap at your core. His name would echo through the halls of the castle as you cried out clutching his hand as he reached for yours knowing that you wanted to touch him in some small way. 

“ The way you look splayed out for me, your skin blushing down your face and neck to those delicious plump breasts.” He would urge you toward oblivion with the sound of his voice. 

Pulling away from where he had been tonguing your clit to speak his words of encouragement. His fingers would replace his lips as he pulled you against his lean naked form to sit in his lap while he slowly and reverently finger fucked you. But he was always gentle, never too deep, and if it was too much to bear he would run loving circles around your clit until you cried out his name. 

 “Be a good girl and come for me, that’s it.” He would pull you up until you stared into his eyes. “ Let me watch.” He would whisper as if he wasn’t the one causing you the most intense pleasure. His hard cock would be against your ass, the tip covered in his arousal and still he would beg you. “I want to feel you spasm on my fingers.” 

And as you climaxed pulling at his long, pale hair he would continue. 

“ My god you are ravishing like this, absolutely undone. I don’t want to stop.”

Sometimes he would finish himself while you watched, occasionally you would licking the tip, but once again though he was afraid that any undo stress would be bad for you and the baby. Other times he seemed content just to see you climax in his arms. His last words were always the same as you drifted off to sleep in orgasmic bliss. 

“ I promise to kiss away the pain whenever you wish…. even after you have given birth.”

You knew he meant it too. He would wait patiently until he you were ready but did not want to miss the opportunity to pleasure you with his mouth. 

“ I love making you come. I think it might be my favorite thing.”

As your daughter was asleep in his childhood room, he would lay you out in front of the fireplace in your bedroom, eager to lick the soreness away until he could be inside you again.

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.

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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

drive-in dalliance

SUMMARY: you and your hot date for the night have a little inspiration from the local drive-in theater

WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+, NSFW/SMUT

A/n - here and on ao3

You thought it sweet of him to treat you to such a night. Call your love a bit old fashioned, but Adrian knew what it took to set the mood for the night.

He had noticed that you had been eyeing the city’s new drive thru theater and surprised you for an intimate date night. Quiet, low-key, and a bit of a space all for the two of you. Maybe it was the mood set by the vintage flick and alluring atmosphere, or the cheap wine you both snuck in for this night, but everything just felt perfect.

Perhaps a little too perfect for your liking. The ambience of the night and romantice scenes from said movie left your mind wandering to what else was present.

Or rather who you would rather recreate a scene or two with.

It started off with a few neck kisses that you peppered along his cheek. Then you moved along his neck and bob of his Adam’s apple as your hands gathered in his hair.

“Love…mhhm..w-wait, the movie – mhhn…fuck--.”

Undeterred, you kept on as you kissed along his neck and lips, palming the growing bulge that was starting to brush along your leg. Chills creeped along his back when your voice whispered in his ear.

“I know, but this movie is giving me some ideas…”

As much as he was trying to keep his focus on screen, Adrian’s resolve disintegrated the more your body brushed against his. Letting the last of defenses fall, Adrian coaxed you both to the back of the car. Kisses and touches became more heated as he bottomed for you, whining for more as your touch when you grinded against him.

He started to grow more impatient and growled in frustration as he removed your blouse, pushing away the lace bra you had for this night to where he could feel your breasts.

Skirt hiked up and pants drawn down past his hip bones, you grasped the pink cock between his legs. Teasing just the tip along your entrance threatened to rip the loudest moan from the man, but he dug his nails into your sides instead.

“N-no! Not like that! I—need!”

A slow smile crept along your face, your voice keeping an innocent tone, as a hand stroked him instead.

“What do you need, Adrian?”

The blond tried to gather himself in a somewhat dignified manner before attempting to speak.

“I need you to fuck me. Please. Just ride me. But don’t let them see us! I don’t want the car to shake…”

You leaned down to kiss him silent, lacing your hand in between his as a sign of reassurance.

“I’ll be gentle, baby, don’t worry. You ready for me?”

Once, twice. He swallowed to try and catch his breath before nodding for your approval. Slowly lowering yourself onto him, both of you gasped when he was sheathed inside of you. No matter how many times you did this, you never got tired of feeling full of him.

Looking up at you, Adrian swore he was witnessing heaven a thousand times over whenever he was inside of you.

To you, he was prettier than when this date night had started. Moaning out your name, holding onto your hips or the car door, releasing all the pent-up emotions he had was such an erotic display to you. Even underneath you, Adrian was determined to give you all the pleasure he knew you deserved.

Bucking up his hips to meet yours, he could feel himself teetering that edge but kept grinding into you. Whenever you leaned down to kiss him, it was slow and hard that made you clench tighter around him. Adrian was also generous enough to nick and mark your chest whenever he wanted to be in your arms more.

“So wet, so warm,” was all he could manage before the moans started to get louder. Feeling him twitch inside of you, you knew he was not long after you.

“I – I can’t las—st-!” Throwing his head back, you could see Adrian’s eyes screw shut as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay.

“Cum for me baby, please, I want you to!”

Steeling himself again, Adrian tried to gain that sensation he was chasing. Fire burned through his arms and legs as he mustered the last few thrusts to match your own. Yet you both kept moving as heat grew numb from exertion. Oh you were so, so close.

Finally, the budding sensation broke through the dam and you both cried out in ecstasy. Adrian spilling himself inside of you sent shocks through your body, making you both overstimulate in each other’s touch.

Exhaustion took over you and you fell into Adrian’s toned chest as he held onto you, kissing the crown of your head. As soon as you both had come down from your high, there was a flicker from the car lights next to you both.

Adrian muttered an embarrassed “oh god” before hiding his blushed face in the crook of your neck. Knowing what it meant, you hid your laugh in the crook of Adrian’s shoulder much to his mortification.

“Seems we gathered an audience.”

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

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

Thighfucking x Alucard

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

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

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

“One moment, Adrian!”

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

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

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

“Can I try something, my love?”

“Anything, Adrian.”

Fuck.

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

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

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

“Your turn, sweet girl.”

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

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

Alucard x lector femenino.

Título: Lo que tuve que hacer por ti.

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

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

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

Y ahora estaban casados, felizmente casados.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Después de todo, lo hizo por amor. 

A night about you (Richter x Annette)

words: 3.1k

Read it on A03 here !

Fic summery: Annette has been unknowingly tempting Richter all day. from the bounce of her chest, to the glimpse he got of her sweat slicked torso. He's fallen for her, and hard. The two find themselves alone together in Annette's room one evening, and a night full of firsts and pleasure ensues.

Tags:Smut, nsfw, vaginal fingering, , creampie, praise kink blowjobs, oral sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, shameless smut, first time, blow jobs, semi-public masturbation, accidental voyeurism, non consentual voyeurism, fantasizing, missionary, cowgirl, riding, simultaneous orgasm, handjobs, nipple play, nipple sucking, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, mutual pining, mutual lust, lust, love confession

A/n: i rarely see any smutty fics for these two on this site so this is my contribution! dms are open for fic requests or commission inquiries btw

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She had been unknowingly tempting him all day. The bounce of her breasts, the tight fit of her pants, the sweat that glistened on her brow. Richter found himself almost gawking at Annette while she sparred with Maria. She lifted her shirt to wipe her face and Richter caught a lucky glimpse of her lower abdomen. “Fuck” he thought as he felt the heat building in his crotch.

 He pulled his eyes away from Annette and started towards the forest surrounding Maria’s cottage. “Where are you off to Richter?”  Maria calls. “Just going to retrieve my throwing daggers. I shan’t be that long” he replies. The last part of his message essentially means “Don’t come looking, I’ll be back when I’m ready.” The two girls just nod at him and go back to practising.

Richter walks deep into the forest until he is certain he’s alone. “I can’t believe I'm doing this,” he thinks. “But I’m about to paint my fucking pants and I don't think I can handle the embarrassment of walking past Annette with a wet spot on my trousers” he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down. A moment of doubt flashes across his mind but it's quickly replaced with the image of  Annette's sweat-slicked torso. 

His eyebrows knit together as he pulls his hardening dick out of his pants and spits into his hand. He closes his eyes while he strokes himself. He imagines Anette looking up at him from her knees, her full lips are wet and slightly parted. She smiles at him and pulls his dick out of his trousers. She licks her lips and coyly takes him into her mouth. “Fuckkk Annette.” Richter groans. His grip on himself tightens as he frantically thrusts into his palm. 

He fucks his hand raw at the thought of her. Taking her against a tree, his head between her thighs making her cum so hard she cries out, bouncing her in his lap while they moan in unison. Her big brown eyes, her voice.  His back arches and he throws his head back in ecstasy. He frantically thrusts into his hand whimpering and moaning loudly. Richter cums with a shout, he slumps back against the tree as he paints his palm and fingers with his jizz. There is a moment where he tries to stifle his moans but when he remembers he is entirely alone he dismisses it. At least, he thought he was alone. 

Annette’s breath hitches when she hears Richter moan her name. She is standing behind a tree about 50 feet from him. She never meant to spy, she’d only followed after him. She didn't know why, but something about the way he was looking at her was intriguing. She’d have never thought that she would catch him doing this. Slumped against a tree, face flushed, exposed, stroking himself and moaning her name. 

She wanted to look away but she couldn't. 

Her eyes were glued to his body, the tuft of dark pubic hair and his leaking cock entranced her. She squeezed her legs together while she watched him. Her heart raced and she almost hoped he’d see her. Her panties dampened at the sound of his moans and whimpers. Her entire body feels hot, most notably between her legs. 

When she thinks he is about to finish she quickly and quietly tiptoes back to Maria’s cottage, in an effort to get home before Richter. In her haste, she almost Runs into him, and he seems to be just as surprised as she is, “Annette watch out!” his voice startles her and she stumbles into him. He smells sweaty and heady. “Don't sneak up on me like that Belmont.” she playfully shoves him and tries to hide her embarrassment. 

“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere. What are you doing in the woods anyway? I thought you were sparring with Maria?” Richter ASOS, which is a hint of suspicion. “We finished early and I went to clear my head a little.” Annette sputters out. 

Time skip 

Dinner is awkward, there is a strange tension that hangs in the air, Richter talks a little too much, and Annette stares a little too long. They accidentally brush their hands when reaching for bread. Annette can’t get his moans out of her mind, the grunts and groans bounce around her head like an echo chamber. She can feel herself getting hotter and her breathing getting heavier while she eats. 

Richter is flushed, to say the least. He's still straining in his pants, despite jerking off feverishly earlier. He can tell something is up with Annette too. He's not entirely sure she didn't hear or see him in the forest. Part of him hoped she did, that way he wouldn't have to tell her and instead, she could come to him. Or cum on him, her choice. 

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Richter knows he shouldn't be walking down the hall to Annette’s room at this time of night. But he can't help himself. There was so much tension at dinner he could tell something was up. “I’m only going to see if she is okay.” he tells himself. In the back of his mind the image of Annette opening the door unclothed keeps playing over. He secretly hopes she opens the door naked. 

Annette can hear Richter walking down the hall towards her room. “What could he want at this hour?”  she thinks. The memory of his hungry eyes and wanton moans from the forest play over in her head. She quickly peels her panties off. Something in her tells her he is here to let her know how he feels. And that warms her to the core. A secret part of her hopes that he is coming to see her because of the woods incident. 

 The door creaks open and Richter eyes Annette in her nightgown. The lamp behind her back lights her and he can clearly see the silhouette of her body through her nightgown. He salivates at the sight of her clothed nipples poking through the thin cotton of her pyjamas. She looks beautiful, the light of the lamp reflects off her gold hair cuffs and gives her a slight halo. He towers over her and there's an awkward silence that hangs over them for a moment. “Can I come in?” Richter asks. “Of course.”Annette looks up at him through her long eyelashes; their hearts race in unison when they hear the door close.

They were alone, at night, in Annette’s room, barely clothed. They both open their mouths to say something but are too shy. “I saw how you were looking at me today.” Annette finally says. “I-I Didn't mean to stare” RIchter replies, he avoids eye contact out of embarrassment. “It’s okay.” Annette smiles. “I didn't say that I disliked it.” they both blush. “I really like you, Annette,” The two make eye contact and Richter smiles softly. He pulls her into his chest and embraces her. To him, she smells citrusy like fruit. He holds her gently. 

“I know.” Annette giggles, with her arms over RIchter’s shoulders. “You Know?” he looks baffled and she almost regrets saying something. “I have good intuition.” She wants to tell him that she saw him in the forest but she can't bring herself to do it.  "Well If I like you, and you like me, don't you think we should fucking do something about it?" 

There's a mischievous look in Richters's eyes that warms her stomach. He slides his hand down from her shoulder to her waist and pulls their bodies together. That look he had when she saw him in the forest earlier is back, but there's something hungrier in it. Almost beastlike. Despite this, when he first presses his lips against hers, he is gentle. They kiss tentatively before Annette pulls away. “Kiss me like you mean it Belmont.” 

Richter kisses like he is trying to devour Annette. He gropes and fondles her while they kiss. Sucking and peppering her collarbone with hickeys and kisses. She grinds her body against his and he slips his hands under her nightgown to grab her breasts. He runs his thumb over her hard nipple before gently pinching it. She gasps and pulls him into another kiss. This one is lewd; they kiss with tongue and Richter leads; their mouths move in unison, feverishly trying to drink each other. Annette moans into Richter's mouth and grinds herself into his growing erection. 

They pull away for a moment to undress themselves. Richters hands slip Annette's nightgown over her head and he takes a second to admire her body. Her breasts are larger than he thought, that glimpse he got of her abdomen was nothing compared to this. He could never have imagined that she would be this beautiful under her clothes. Her stomach as he saw earlier is toned but slim, and below her navel is a trimmed bush of dark pubic hair.  “Belmont You're staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” he finally says. Both of them blush. Slightly embarrassed, Richter turns his attention to taking his shirt off. This time it's Annette’s turn to ogle. The man before her was unlike anything she’d seen before. He's incredibly toned, muscles ripple under his scarred skin. Richter feels himself stained in his trousers as Annette presses her naked body against his. “So are you,” She replies, running her hands down his abs towards the waistband of his trousers. 

“Before we continue, I have something to admit. This is my first time,” she whispers

“That's okay,” Richter smiles, cupping her cheek. “I’ll go slowly. And I'll teach you how to feel good, okay? Tonight will be about you.” Annette nods and giggles as Richter picks her up bridal style and carries her over to her bed. He sets her down gently and climbs over her. He starts kissing her neck again leaving a trail of kisses. 

When he reaches her breast he licks a stripe up her nipple and hears her gasp. He takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, taking special attention to tease her just enough. He does the same to the other side but this time bites the tip ever so slightly. “Ah!” Annette moans loudly, and her legs spasm a little. 

Richter looks up and Annette’s eyes are half-lidded; she already looks orgasmic. He unlatches her breast with a pop and starts licking a stripe down from her breast to her navel. He looks up at her and they lock eyes while his head slips in between her thighs. He can distinctly smell her arousal and is almost surprised at how wet she is. She's soaked and dripping onto the linen below her. He swipes his fingers up her drenched pussy he brings them to his mouth to taste. “Fuck, Annette your cunt tastes so good.” he almost moans the last portion of his sentence. She looks shocked to hear him say something so vulgar. “I need to taste you, my fingers aren’t enough. Is that okay?” she nods and chews her bottom lip. 

Without hesitation, Richter brings his mouth to her vulva again. Using the flat part of his tongue he licks from the bottom to top. Annette lets out an obscene moan above him, her thighs spasm and Richter has to hold onto them to avoid being crushed. “Don’t cum yet Annette I just started.” He chuckles. He laps at her pussy collecting all her wetness on his tongue then spreading it over her clit and sucking it off.

 He does this once more before he rubs a finger against her entrance. “Don’t tease me Richter” Annette moans. He slides his index finger into her and continues to eat her out. At this point she’s so wet she is dripping down his chin. Suddenly Annette cried out and grabbed his hair “Richter! I-i’m cumming.” her legs clamp around his head while she humps his face, riding out her orgasm.

 When her legs go slack Richter pulls up from between her legs, his mouth and jaw are soaked. And he wears a delighted look on his face. He kisses Annette again so she can taste herself. He slips his finger back inside her while they kiss and she rubs the tent in his pants. “You can add a second finger.” She whispers. He slips his ring finger into her and gasps. “Feels good doesn't it?” Richter murmurs against her neck. “Mhm, but I think I want more than just your fingers belmont.” 

Richter blushes “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush Nette.” She nods and cups his face with her hand. “I’m sure. If I didn't want this I Would have stopped you ages ago.” she reaches for his trousers “To give pleasure is the greatest pleasure.” she almost whispers. Her hands slip into his trousers to pull them down. They both gasp when  Annette grabs RIchters dick, It's slightly bigger than she thought it’d be and throbs in her hand.

 She spits on her hand and starts stroking him, up and down. “Is this good?” She tentatively asks. Richter groans, “Yeah that's good baby.” his eyes lock on her hand moving up and down his dick and the sight makes him throb in her palm. “Faster.” he whimpers and closes his eyes. 

As he leans his head back in pleasure, Annette licks a stripe up him before taking him into her mouth. “Fuck! W-wait- you don’t have to do that.” with a pop Annette slips him out of her mouth and back into his hand. “I want to, so much of my life has been dictated by what other people want me to do. I promised myself to only do things I genuinely want to.” 

“Okay, we can stop any time you want by the way baby.”  Annette nods and they share a warm smile before she goes back to giving head.

 “God that’s so-” Richter moans again, “that's perfect.” he opens his eyes to see Annette's full lips wrapped around his cock, spit dripping down her chin. Her dark round eyes looked up at him through her eyelashes. She looks even hotter than he thought she would, the real thing is so much better than his imagination. 

He encouragingly runs his hand through her locs and brushes them out of her face. Annette swirls her tongue around his head before inhaling and taking him as far down her throat as she can. The sounds of her sucking and licking his cock fill the air of her bedroom. The noise fills both their ears and Annette can't help but use her non-dominant hand to finger herself. She bobs her head up and down, breaking eye contact to concentrate. Just when Richter feels himself coming to the edge she pops off his cock, “Belmont, I can’t take it anymore, I need you to fuck me.” she whines. 

“Are you sure?” he asks through his light daze. “Mhm,” she nods and bites her lip. The two shift positions so that Annette is lying on her back and Richter is between her legs. He kisses her gently and lines himself up at her entrance. “You ready, Nette?” She nods and kisses Richter deeply. “I'll go slow okay?” their breaths hitch in unison as he slowly pushes himself inside her.

 Once fully sheathed in her he momentarily stops to give Annette some time to adjust to his size. The last thing he’d like to do is hurt her. He holds her body close to his for a moment and they share a few deep breaths. “You can move now.” Annette whimpers. Their hips grind against each other as Richter slowly starts thrusting into her. 

“Harder, you don't have to be scared, you won't break me, Belmont.” Annette moans, her hips start moving almost involuntarily to match his thrusts. She didn't think getting fucked would feel this good. Richter picks up her leg and throws it over his shoulder, he starts thrusting into her harder, fucking her as deeply as he can. Grunting with each thrust.

His cock feels almost addictive to Annette, it's almost as if she can’t even form a coherent thought or sentence. All she can muster are moans, whimpers and gasps. Richter runs into her body snapping his hips to her pelvis. He shakes his hand between them to rub her clit and she clenches around him. “Richter!” She cries out, her back arched off the bed and her legs wrapped around his waist. 

Her pussy clamps around Richters cock with a vice grip. To him, it feels like she's almost milking his dick and he can't help himself when he feels himself rushing to the edge.“God, you’re so tight Annette I’m gonna cum.” The knot in his stomach feels like it's about to bust and he throbs inside her pussy. “I- I think I am too!” Annette moans back. She bucks her hips into his feverishly, both of them moaning in unison. Richter flips them over so Annette is in his lap and bouncing on his cock. 

“Mmm fuck, that's so-so good Richter! I’m-” Her hips wriggle and ride him erratically as she cries out.  “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she throws her head back and spasms in his lap while coating his cock. Her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth agape. Richter finds her throat and begins to mark it with love bites.

“That's it, baby, cum on my fucking cock, oh my god I'm cumming too!”  Richter cries out. “Inside, cum inside Belmont! It's okay!” Annette whimpers. Richters back arches and he moans loudly as he cums inside his lover rubbing her clit furiously to bring her to the edge again. Dragging another orgasm out of her sensitive body. He kisses her sloppily as his thrusts become lazy and she goes from bouncing in his lap to messily grinding against him.

  “That was…amazing”  they pant in unison. Richter pulls out and his cum slowly starts to leak out of Annette's pussy. He leans over to pick up the square of cloth beside her bed and dips it into the cup of water before he gently wipes her clean. Taking special care to be mindful of her overstimulated clit.

 “Thank you,” she whispers. “I couldn't imagine it'd be comfortable to cuddle while my cum oozed out of you.” Richter mumbles, his face is flushed and he's almost too shy to look Annette in the eye. His feelings are too raw, too sensitive for him to understand. It's almost comical to Annette how he avoids her eye contact. As if they hadn't been rutting their bodies together like animals moments before. 

Their collective boldness from before is almost nowhere to be found. They cuddle and chat for what seems like forever. Talking about everything and nothing until Annette falls asleep. Richter pulls the covers over them and plays with the gold bands on her locs until he too falls asleep. Their chests rise and fall in unison and for a time, nothing exists outside of them in that moment.