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Without You

Friends…I am a Mrs. now! The wedding stuff turned my head to goo...feeling very romantic (but also horny). Sorry for the sappiness in this story, which I baked on/off over the past month. This Alucard is pretty soft with his Reader until he wants to troll.

With how important a concept virginity is in the world of Hellsing, I was surprised by the lack of virginity loss fics, especially with a partner Alucard actually cares for. So I wrote one. Your decision was made. You will not forsake your humanity in exchange for an eternity with your vampire King. On the night he was to take your virginity, there will be no going back.

“Eternity is a long time, little one.” Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x Fem!Reader, Vladcard x Reader, Riocard x Reader. Romance, angst/comfort, emotional sex, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex, sex marathon, slight bondage & BDSM, partial mind control, anal, snowballing (?), tiny bit of predator/prey (Alu can’t help that side of himself), AFTERCARE, Alucard uses his abilities... Words: 10441

Tumblr won't let me post the full fic even though I've seen longer fics here before. So here's the link.

An excerpt is below the cut.

Dracula was crying. It felt as though he murdered you metaphorically even if you were still living, which was foolish because the sex only solidified the fact you will never turn into a ghastly vampiric monster like him. Yet the act also represented the end of something. The dream that you might always be together. Bloody tears stained his face and the silky sheets. He held you close, squeezing you into the soft mattress as he wept silently, unwilling to let you physically part from him.

You understood. Your arms found their way around his broad back and caressed soothingly in an oval track. Salty tears fell down your cheeks as you mourned with him –you mourned the fact you won’t always be there for him.

Sir Integra gave her blessing to your relationship with her servant years ago, instructing you to take care of him because he was little more than a sobbing child. Her words were nonsensical at the time. This creature of mass destruction, a sobbing child? She had been right all along.

You kept rubbing his back while you peppered his head with light kisses. You were lost in the intimacy of the moment, but when you came to, the vampire in your arms was Alucard again, peering at you lazily like he wasn’t vulnerable just now. This was the form in which you met. You loved him as the King, but also like this. You loved him in all his forms. You pet his sinfully alluring face as he purred and leaned into your touch. He loved to be touched. 

He was so beautiful it just wasn't fair. His stunning appearance and cryptic mannerisms used to fluster the heck out of you. Fortunately, after many years together, you managed to better compose yourself in his presence. Until the next time he discovered another way to pester you, as Alucard does.

The Cheshire grin told you he heard your thoughts. “I’m not reading your mind, sweet, you are telling me.” He looked too pleased with himself. You exhaled. Nothing was fair to begin with when it came to this immortal being. “Come love, join me in the bath,” you told him, making to get up from the tear-stained bedsheets when you were swept off your feet and into lean arms several feet off the ground. “Alu, I can still walk!” You laughed at his overprotectiveness.

A sound at the back of his throat reverberated as he silently drew the bath and poured in scents and products, never letting you out of his grasp while he waited for the tub to fill with steamy water. “We will rectify that by the time I am through with you.” He finally replied, lowering both of you into the water, a devious grin painting his lips.

The bubbly water level reached your shoulders. You wriggled against a toned, lanky body to get comfortable, ignoring the boner poking your rear as you enjoyed the bath with Alucard. His head was thrown back against the tiles as he felt you shift around, your vampire the image of relaxation and contentment, his long limbs hanging awkwardly outside the tub. You sighed and leaned against him, the soothing water jets the only sound in the room.

He washed you, sweat and fluids sliding off your body with each swipe of his hands. "My Queen. My love...I will protect you. Always." His voice was low, eyes lidded and rippling with intent as he scented your rising arousal.

He buried his long nose in the crook of your throat and crooned, the elixir of your blood that raced under the skin ravishing his senses. He had been obsessed with your neck since the night you met. How he loved to lick, nuzzle, and sniff your throat. Running dexterous fingers down your waist, he found slick vertical lips once more.

The vampire made his infamous landshark smile from behind you, two rows of pointy teeth glinting in the soft light of the bathroom. He lapped at the side of your jugular, a low moan sounding deep from his chest as he teased, “So tempting, love.”

You snickered, head tilting over as if to invite him in, daring him to bite as you held his head and pushed his mouth against your throat. His teeth ached with the compulsion to drink, your intoxicatingly heady aromas tickling his bestial nature…

His fangs descended, his cock twitched. Alucard growled, huffing and finally ripping away from the urge to sink fangs into your vein. “A dangerous game you play, little one.”

Can I possibly have a headcanon of Vladcard x wife sfw and nsfw?

SFW:

You are Vladdy’s queen

You are his world, his everything, and he treats you accordingly

He does his best to ensure that the two of you are never apart

When you are inevitably separated either by work or other duties, he is clearly miserable

He’s much more irritable when he hasn’t had your TLC

When you reunite, the man acts so pitiful, you’d think the two of you had been separated for years

His love language is definitely touch

When the two of you are relaxing together, he insists that a part of you be touching, even if it’s just a finger

With his free hand, he often wraps a finger around one of yours, the small bit of contact providing him comfort

He’s extremely cold, so you often serve as his personal heater

Even if you’re cold natured, you’re warmer than the undead, and he loves it

At night, he snuggles up to you as close as he can possibly get

This is non negotiable, he’ll even wait till you’re asleep if that’s the only way

It’s obnoxious sometimes, but when you see how peaceful he looks asleep with his face pressed against you, you can’t bring yourself to protest

He has lots of photos of you

There is at least one on him at all times

He isn’t ashamed of it either, he does not care if someone sees him gazing at a photo of you

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Your night with Vladdy can go one of several ways depending on how he’s feeling

When he’s got a lot of anger and frustration he needs to get out, he pounds into you like he’s drilling for oil

Other nights, he’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen

There’s passion behind every single thing he does in the bedroom, even when he seems consumed with lust

He swears your bodies were made for each other

You are his queen and his face is your throne

This man loves to eat you out

It makes him so proud to see how just his tongue, an organ he never thought much of, can have you convulsing with pleasure

Of course, he’ll get his in return

He’s big and he knows it, so he tries his best to be patient

When you blow him, he watches with pride as you slowly work yourself up to taking more

Every gag makes his ego soar

During sex, he’s patient at first, making sure you’ve adjusted

“Are you ready my love?” He whispers in your ear, waiting for your confirmation before driving himself back into you

He always cums either inside of you or on your face

The feeling of pumping you full is addictive, his greatest claim to your body

Aftercare is wonderful

Those thick, worn hands feel incredible against your sore muscles

And the sweet kisses he gives you before bed are heavenly

short Hellsing Fanfic Vladcard x Reader

The manor’s library is the best place for you to work late at night, you could sit and lay on the floor have a little blue tooth speaker play music from your phone at a reasonable level, the books and pages your working from could be spread out and neatly organized as you saw fit. A late night at two in the morning hard at work you didn’t notice Vlad had come into the room, only when big heavy armored boots trampled your work did you snap out of your zone. From the floor where you were sitting to looked up at him towering over you. “Yes big fluffy how can I help you.” He looked down at you not saying anything, you point to the page he was setting on he saw and took and step of your work, you picked up the pages and up then in another place next to you. His Vlad from was a bit more primitive then the for nominal one he gential giant when not in combat. “You rest?” He asked his deep accent making you look up at him again. “No Integra wanted me to finish this, i’ll come to bed in a bit.” “Perhaps break?” you smile up at him. “You lonely big fluffy.” “Da.” “Sit with me i’ll be done in a moment.” He did so sitting next to you his large long leg stretched out, reaching up you give him a good scratch behind the ear. He closed his eyes for a moment nuzzling your hand before pulling away. “Hey there big fluffy.” After some time he pulled you into his lap wrapping his arms around you, your back to his chest, he rested his chin on the top of your head as you still worked. You reach your hand up again running fingers through his long hair rubbing his scalp with your finger tips, and like that he was out like a light and so were you.

Headcanons for a servant being assigned to give Vlad an oil massage? I like to think he got a lot of them back in the day 🖤 love your stuff

thank you so much, lovely!! 💘

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there are masses of people who serve underneath his roof, but he's always chose you for the past year when it comes to assistance regarding his hygiene. you used to fold and stack towels, or wash fabrics and hang them up on the clotheslines outside in the boiling sun. needless to say, you were glad to have been moved to another task. summers in romania were not fun.

oil massages were occasionally something he'd order after battles, or when his muscles have become extremely sore from the endless practicing of swordsmanship with his soldiers out in the fields. many of the female servants loved to stop what they were doing just to watch him train and squeal girlishly whenever he removed his top armor from being too feverish in the heat.

first time was a bit intense, but overtime, you had grown used to seeing him bare. perhaps he grew shameless about it as well, for whenever you walked into his room to prepare for your assistance, he'd drop the towel that hung around his waist without hesitation or timidness. you could never help but quickly look down and attempt to play it off as if you hadn't gotten a glimpse of his . . . "friend", and because of that, always failed to notice the little smirk that would adorn his lips.

he enjoys gentle caresses, but because he is buff in stature and desires for the aches and knots within his flesh to loosen, you're going to have to be a bit more rough.

you make sure to rub the essence on every part of his body, and he doubtlessly enjoys when you take your time—more so when you get to the back of his calves. he is constantly running, so the muscle there is especially tense.

being who he is, he'll never miss a chance to address you teasingly if you are taking a particularly long time massaging a specific area, such as his ass, tracing his v-line or when your hands grow nearer towards his crotch. "with the way your fingers stroke me there, i assume you are trying to excite me, no?" shy and at a loss of what to say, you can do no more than blush and continue.

sometimes he likes peace and quiet, sometimes he will ask you to hum a traditional melody. he adores the bell in your voice when you sing, and often calls you a ' blessed hummingbird ' because of it. it genuinely soothes him.

here and there, he will hiss slightly in pain or jerk when you hit certain spots, but when you remove your hands and begin to apologize, he dismisses it and insists you keep going. "it may agonize me, servitorul meu, but i am no weakling."

his skin displays multiple scars, bruises and minor wounds upon his upper and lower back, rear thighs, arms, and if he were to turn to lay on his back, there lies a further variety. each blemish carried a vigorous story of how the man defended his country, and though he may have been a brute, you've gotten to at least experience a tender presence throughout the times you were assigned to gather warm water and bathe him. it was the only time of day he received to relax.

Imagine just waking up in the morning before Vlad. Kissing his lips to wake him up and watching as his eyes slowly open. Imagining him saying "Mm. Good morning, my love" with that smile and sleepy voice in his romanian accent 😩 kabdkankajdka

cuuuute!! 💖

i love that you added that he smiled, too! me and @hunnie880 made it official to headcanon that he has dimples, though they are subtle.

i am aware that these are not dimples and that most of the characters have it when they grin, but i personally always loved to think that the lines near his smile were dimps on alu specifically! 💓

Imagine a night in bed with Alucard/Vladcard with strawberries, chocolate syrup and whipped cream 😩🍓

AAAAA!! he can't consume strawberries himself but he would definitely hold them up to your lips and feed them to you! if we were to insert a headcanon where we put that he somehow developed a tooth for sweets overtime, then oh my lord. i'd be able to write all types of erotic deeds of how he slowly licks the cream or syrup from his s/o's body. he'd totally do it on their anniversary or valentine's day, too 💖

Baaaabe. More Human Vlad x Black Reader hc's? 😩🏳I saw all your African ones and the interaction is so damn addictive omg

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"remove your clothing. i want to see you," is what he says as soon as he returns home from his brutal journey. your dark nipples, your dark stretch marks, your dark eyes, your dark hair, your dark skin, you. it all calms him down, and he wants to appreciate every inch. this man goes through the hell of war almost everyday he is alive. you are the only presence within his life that dug him a discoverable light at the end of a tunnel to which he deemed would have no ends. simply viewing you has always gifted him some type of faith, and he'll make sure to cling to it. he cannot lose someone so dear to him. not again. not ever.

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from the fact that romania is quite homogeneous, he always emphasized on the beauty and exclusivity of your skin's color; that rich, chocolate brown that was able to send such a powerful prince like himself to his knees and press his lips all over you. you could call it an obsession.

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you understood that vlad could not always be around due to his significant duties as voivode of wallachia, but sometimes you also could not help but stroll inside of his room, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind and gently nibbling his ear. he did not look up from the tons of paperwork he had to complete as he already knew it was you. he chuckled, "i assume boredom has reclaimed you, my love?"

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he loves comparing black women to that of a lioness due to their courage and boldness, one of the reasons he fell in love with you. you loved to tease and call him one as well for how his "mane" would appear so messy every morning as he'd wake up beside you. he quite enjoyed you being the one to detangle, wash and brush it out.

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a throne of your own had been sculpted for you ever since marriage. it resides next to his within the throne room, but often, you don't use it. he loves to sit you atop his lap instead in order to present strongly to guests who you belong to when meetings take place. he is also shameless to showing affection towards you in front of them, leaving kisses down your neck or along the backside of your shoulder, groping your breast, or catching your ear between his teeth. perhaps he purposefully does so when one of them decides to take their turn to speak, not fully paying attention. no one dared to tell him anything in fear of becoming a human kebab.

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