#AlucardXReader

[shiklah]

resurrection

Castlevania

Alucard x reader

Every night was just as exhausting and sleepless as the one before. The darkness reigning in the castle was blacker than the night itself, and the quiet sobs echoing through the high corridors did nothing to calm her pounding heart. She wanted to rise, to run from her chamber, to take him in her arms and promise that everything would be okay—that he hadn't lost everything, that he could count on her. But she knew there were two things Adrian despised most: her and showing weakness. So she sat there, wrapped in her bedding, feeling the chill of the night air on her back, hearing the rain tapping against the windows and his weeping, which broke her heart like nothing else.

It was she, along with Trevor and Sypha, who had awakened him in the crypts beneath Gresit. She had helped them defend the towns and even kill Dracula. And in the end, at Sypha's request, she had stayed in the castle so Adrian wouldn't drown in his grief and despair alone—so he wouldn’t lose himself to sorrow and solitude. But what good was her presence if he didn’t want to see her? They didn’t eat together, didn’t talk; he avoided her at every turn, drifting through the halls like a shadow, either confined to his room or wandering outside. They could go an entire day without exchanging a single word, despite living under the same roof.

She had long understood that her presence wasn’t welcome. She tried her best to be a support to him, to help him, but he pushed her away time and again, refusing to even listen. So she stopped speaking altogether. They endured each other’s company only when necessity demanded it, and it broke her heart.

She loved him so much it made her physically ill just to think about it. She admired his love for his mother and humanity, his friendship with the hunter and the Speaker. She admired how good he could be—though never to her.

She knew he was mistrustful, and she didn’t blame him. Still, she hoped that after all this time together, he might show her a shred of sympathy. But she was wrong. It seemed to her that, day by day, his hatred for her only grew, and she couldn’t understand the source of his relentless, loathsome disdain.

But that night, she couldn’t bear it any longer. Whether it was the sound of the rain or the fact that his sobs seemed even more anguished than usual, she couldn’t stand the sorrow tearing her soul in two.

She untangled herself from the sheets, her bare feet meeting the cold marble floor. She walked to the door, opening it with a loud creak. She glanced down the corridor, lit only by long slashes of moonlight streaming through the tall windows. She listened to the silence—for his crying had stopped.

Still, she slowly made her way toward his chamber, her mind swirling with thoughts. She didn’t know if what she was doing was right; she was almost certain he would throw her out the moment she crossed his threshold. But she couldn’t stand the unbearable inaction any longer; it gnawed at her, and was surely one of the many reasons she couldn’t sleep.

The castle was as grim and foreboding as ever. No one cleaned it, no one decorated it, no one cared for it. She was too afraid to change anything, fearing Adrian would disapprove of her initiative. Even though she believed the remnants of that fateful battle only deepened their shared melancholy, she dared not touch anything.

At night, it was the worst. All the haunting memories crowded her mind. The wind howled outside the windows, the chill seeped under her quilt, and the castle loomed in its oppressive darkness. On those saddest nights, they both cried.

She slowly opened the equally creaky door, peeking inside timidly. On the grand bed at the center of the room, she saw his silhouette, curled up and frail, bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight.

"Get out," he growled at her in that low, warning tone he always used. But she, surprising both herself and him, stepped deeper into the room, closing the wooden door behind her. She leaned against it hesitantly, not wanting to anger him further.

And silence fell. Heavy, dense, oppressive silence. Only the rain, the wind, and her short, quiet breaths could be heard.

The man sat up, still hunched over, uncertain, furious, and full of sorrow. He glared at her from under his brows with a venomous gaze, giving her yet another signal that she was unwelcome. Yet she ignored even that warning, slowly making her way toward him. He still didn’t speak, his eyes carefully tracking her every move. Stray strands of his long hair fell across his tired, tear-streaked face, but he paid them no mind.

She stopped halfway between the door and the bed, her gaze never wavering from his. She clasped her hands together, nervously picking at her skin. And the silence remained.

“I want to help you,” she said timidly, cautiously. Adrian narrowed his eyes, but he didn’t move an inch.

“I don’t need help, least of all from you. Leave.��

She looked at him with warm, compassionate eyes. Taking a deep breath, she took a few slow, deliberate steps closer before sitting on the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. She placed her hand on the plush quilt and ran her fingers over it. Its coldness surprised her. But she closed her eyes and exhaled softly. His room smelled like the rest of the castle—damp, musty, and full of death.

She could feel his piercing gaze on her. She also felt a flicker of hope, for he hadn’t yet thrown her out.

“You’re just like Belmont,” she finally said, not even looking at him. She didn’t want to see his reaction, didn’t want to be intimidated, angered, or saddened by it. She needed to say what had weighed on her soul for so long but had never found the opportunity to voice. “So stubborn, relentless, vengeful, and angry. You’re always angry, but also full of grief. The only difference between the two of you is that he’s no longer alone, while you treat your solitude like a cross you carry with both pain and pride.”

He didn’t respond. He just watched as the moonlight danced across her face, as her hair slipped free of its messy arrangement, as her pale hand moved across the quilt, as her chest rose gently with each shallow breath, as her lips formed each cruel word. And he was mesmerized.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

That question echoed in his mind like a church bell. Did he hate her? Quite the opposite.

When he had first seen her, he hadn’t noticed her uncertainty, hesitation, or fear. His eyes had fallen on her hands—slender, pale, delicate, and refined, so unlike those of a warrior. And he thought of them often—when she placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him some anecdote, or when she lit a fire, cursing softly at the leaping flames, or when she tended to Sypha’s wounds, speaking warm, comforting words.

That’s how she was to him—delicate, refined, and warm. He liked her calm voice that soothed his frayed nerves. He liked her cool touch, which burned him like the hottest flame. He liked her laughter, echoing through the castle’s walls. He liked her wide smile, which she offered him at every opportunity, though he gave her so few. He even liked her sticky tears because they showed him they shared something in common.

And she was so unique to him, one of a kind. So he knew he couldn’t trust her—because he had come to love her so deeply. And everything he loved so deeply turned against him.

“Just leave,” he muttered more calmly this time. He lay back down in his previous position and covered himself with the quilt. He only heard her sigh in disappointment, and it broke his heart.

She began humming a melody under her breath, one he had never heard before. But he didn’t move, waiting passively.

And she didn’t stop. She closed her eyes again, running her hand over the bedding, listening to the sound of the wind.

“They often sang this song in my village,” she whispered, trying to recall even a few words of the song her grandmother used to sing to her in moments like this—moments filled with sorrow and the weight of unspoken words.

She finally rose from the bed, smiling warmly, though she knew he couldn’t see it. Once again, she felt the chill of the floor beneath her feet, and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Don’t cry anymore. It breaks my heart.”

“What do you mean?”

She laughed softly, her voice a sparkling sound that quickened his heartbeat. He sat up again, this time propping himself on straightened arms. He studied her once more, his gaze much gentler now.

“That I’m tired of loving you.”

He didn’t know what to do. Should he throw himself into her arms? Should he respond to her confession with one of his own? Should he kiss her warm, soft lips, or grasp her cool hands and kiss them instead? Should he apologize for every bitter word? He did nothing.

“This castle makes my head spin. I’m leaving.”

After a wave of euphoria, he felt the icy shock of disappointment and despair wash over him. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing became uneven. She couldn’t leave him. She had promised Sypha, she had promised Trevor... she had promised him.

"No"

he finally said in a firm voice. He got up from the bed, standing tall, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

"I need you here."

"Many people need me."

That silenced him because he knew she was right. How much more useful would she be in the simplest village, defending those who couldn’t defend themselves, spreading knowledge to those without access, healing those who didn’t know how? And by his side? She merely lingered in the dark, old castle, enduring his difficult character, mood swings, and constant humiliation, wasting her potential within the four walls of her room, which was no longer a chamber but almost a cell.

And yet, as selfish as it sounded, he couldn’t let her go. Not when he knew he loved her as much as she loved him.

"Give me a chance," he whispered mournfully. Slowly, he stepped toward her, enveloping her hands in his. He looked at her with an expectant gaze, but she didn’t intend to speak. Not after everything, not in a moment when she had decided to let go of that cursed love. Despite her surprise, it was the first time Adrian addressed her with such care, kindness, and calm. The first time she saw, instead of hatred, his need for her to be there. "I live only to see your face every day"

"You breathe, you eat, you sleep. But that can hardly be called living."

"Then help me come back to life."

[messy-gemini1]

More Hellsing :3

A/n: its gonna be alot of alucardxreader stuff :3

Alucard: What’s sexting? Reader: I'm not having this conversation with you. ______

Reader: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Alucard: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy. ______

Seras: Bonjour, Reader. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi? Reader: No, I don't want to sleep with you. Seras: Is that what that means? Oh, man, Pip was really forward then huh. ______

Reader, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Sir Integra: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Sir Integra: Here you go. Reader: Sir Integra: Walter: Why am I here? ______

Reader: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Seras: What’s up your ass this morning! Alucard: *walks in* ...Hey. Seras: Hmm… nevermind. Reader: WAIT NO! ______

Reader: *sucking on a popsicle* Seras: Pfft, you practicing for when Alucard gets here. Reader: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* Seras: *Concern* ______

Reader: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Alucard is? Because Alucard is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass. ______

Seras: look Pip, I'm not slut shaming you but... Seras: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you. ______

Seras: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Walter: Walter: I'm gonna tell her. Reader: Don't you dare. ______

Reader: If we were in prison, you guys would be like my bitches. *The wild geese who just met reader*:.... ______

Reader: What’s your body count? Alucard: Do you mean sex or murder?

[taztaz92-oneshots-stories]

A man, a dog, a monster? Oneshot

Alucard x reader

It was one of those days, where Seras and I had a day off. We decided to hang out with the wild geese, watching a movie together.

At least that was the plan!

It all stated, as I asked the police girl a simple question about her master, "Hey Seras, why does Integra call Alucard 'her dog'?" "Because master is her servant" she replied. "But why isn't she calling you or the soldier's 'dogs'?"

This time, the young vampire didn't know what to say to that, shrugging only. Now this question is irritating her as well. "Your right N/A, I never thought of it before...wait...master can turn into a dog...does that count?"I didn't know what to say to that and shrugged. "So what is he really...a man...or a dog?" we both didn't have the answer to that question now.

But we are determined to find out!

We discussed about a dog behaviour, which he might have, if he is truly a dog. "Okay, we see if he sleeps like a dog in his coffin" I began. Next was Seras turn, "Maybe master has some favorite treats, which he would do anything to get." The thought of him sitting on the floor begging made me laugh.

"Maybe he listens to commands, like 'Sit' or 'roll over'"...I wasn't surprised, as Seras was rolling on the floor, laughing hard...I couldn't help myself either. What can I say, imaginations are a powerful thing! If only he would have some...as the devil himself came through the wall.

"What is so funny police girl, N/A?", his voice was a little harsh, as his eyes had rings underneath them. Did we wake him? "Nothing Master, n-n-nothings funny here", she tried to say, catching her breath. He turned his head towards me, only to get the same answer. "You laugh for nothing and for that you wake me?"

Ops, so we did wake him after all!

"Sorry master, we didn't mean to" said Seras, fearing her master's wrath. "You are forgiven...for now", he said. Before he left he went over to me and pulled my chin up, till his eyes met mine, "If you wake me once more...you will regret it." He gave his fledgling one last glare, before going through the walls again. I swallowed hard, "Maybe we should leave the coffin part for now." She agreed, without any hesitation.

The best person we could ask for is Sir Hellsing herself. Since she is already awake and his master after all. However, as we asked her about the 'dog issue', she looked at us surprised. "That vampire has been in my family's possession for a long time. He is used to get orders, like a dog"she said in a bored manner, leaning back in her chair. "But what is he more...a man...or a dog?"

"A monster Miss N/A" interrupted us Walter.

He came in with a tray for Sir Integra, while he informed her about her regular 'afternoon tea'. Until he faced us "It's easy to forget what he is, once you are around him more often. He is a man alright, in appearance. His nature is that of a monster and his loyalty is the one of a dog. Does this satisfy your question ladies?"

We both looked at each other, before facing the butler, "....no."

"Then I suggest you find it out yourself", said Integra, holding up her cup of tea. "We will!" we said at the same time, before leaving the office. However, Integra doesn't feel well about this looking at her butler, "What do you think Walter, will they be fine?" The old man chuckled at the thought, "For miss Seras she might get a regular punishment for it...but N/A...that's who I am worried about. Alucard seems to be fond of her, but I don't know how he reacts to her...when she disturbs him." "Should I stop them?" her butler shook his head, smiling, "I think your 'dog' should have his fun with her."

Seras and I prepared everything for tonight, it begins around nine o'clock.

Alucard got up from his coffin and sat in the library. My goal is to get close...to smell him. It may sound easy, but I never been this close before. So how should I do that? "Sera?" I smiled sweetly at her. She knew what I was asking for, "No, no, no. I'm afraid what Master will do to me." Duh! Like I wasn't!

So it up to me to find out.

I greeted him with a fake smile, looking at his book with interest, "What are you reading?" "Why don't you come here and I tell you", he said, gesturing to the seat next to him.

Wow that was easy!

I did without hesitation, sit next to him...moving a little further. I yelped, as his arm pulled me right against his chest, "Why so shy?" "I am not. I am just..." now was my chance, I leaned forward and inhaled his scent: blood, gunpowder, soil...but not dog. "Looking for something?" he said chuckling at me. "You smell...nice?" I didn't know what else to say, as his face came closer to me. "Is that so? I wonder what you smell like" he said snuggling into me. His chest was shaking, as he chuckled while his nose was in my hair, "Vanilla, Strawberry...virgin." His tone was quite seductive, when he said the last word.

His gaze was frightening, he didn't smile but was completely fixed on me. Thankfully, Seras gave me something for such cases. I got it out of my jacked and showed it to the vampire. Like a dog, he followed the pack, when I moved it into different directions. I thought, if he is fixed on that, he would get it. With a little force I threw it into the opposite direction, yelling 'Fetch!"

But...instead of getting it...he moved his head towards me...again.

"The blood pack is there...you know...fetch?" I got cared not knowing what he will do; a she came closer to my face. "Are you suggesting that I am a dog?" "N-n-no th—that's not it. I mean..." I wasn't sure what to say, my mind was empty. Unfortunately, he didn't wait for my explaination, as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me towards him. "I show you what I am" he said, with a devilsh smirk.

Oh god, tell my family I love them!!!!

Seras wasn't aware of the previous situation, as she waited in the basement. She had the task on watching her master sleep. She didn't know what ot think, of what she just saw now. There was me, on all fours with a collar around my neck, the leash was held by the No-life-king. "By foot, good girl" he said, pulling the leash slightly. Unlike him, I felt humiliated. I had to crawl all the way here, being laughed at by the Wild Geese, received an amused smile from Walter and a smirk from Integra. Can this get any more worse than this!!!!

Alucard, sat on his chair, ordering me to jump on to his lab. I didn't have much choice and obeyed. "That's a good dog" he said, stroking my hair tenderly. He didn't stop there, oh no, he told me he wants his new 'dog' to sleep with him inside his coffin. Seras just stood there in silence, trying to suppress a laugh, while I gave her the most deadly glare I could do, "Not.a.word.Seras!"

Walter was right...he is a monster!

[ink-paper-tea]

Fading Sins - Wine and Bath Water (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/sM6irueg11 Saved from the icy waters of drowning, Alucard and the reader have finally found love and happiness within each other.

[wyyvernn]

Hello! I saw your requests ware open? If you can, maybe a alucardxreader where the reader need some comfort after a hard week? Your writing is amazing 🥰

Sure! Been having a hard week myself, take care and rest <3 i realised i haven't written for him in awhile, i also have a fanart special coming up that im excited to share ^^

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You remember your father used to always tell you that too much of something was never healthy, be it pain or pleasure, work and play, even vegetables as he would humorously put it to make you remember it easier - and it worked.

Those same words echo in your mind now, his gruff voice makes your headache worse and the world around you spin. Your hands have long abandoned the inkwell and the quill, finger tips now busying themselves in the slight dip of your temples to rub tender circles there. It's a very common habit you've picked up from the adults in your life that you notice does absolutely nothing other than make you feel old.

So instead you stop, dropping your hands in your lap and staring at the rotting parchment in front of you. There's a few lines written on it in thick black ink which cuts to a sudden stop. At the bottom of the page, idle scribbles ruin the paper and highlights your lack of further interest. Scribbles that resemble a masculine jawline with very gentle features and long hair that curls in soft waves. It's an obvious portrait of Alucard messily constructed together under a minute or two but regardless it's a clear image of the dhampir, high cheekbones and all.

But now as he enters the room, you realise your sketch may not do his ethereal face justice after all.

You lend him a nod of your head, a wordless greeting he returns in the form of those beautiful, reassuring smiles of his; it's a sign that he's about to spill an entire rant of how you should have taken a break awhile ago. It must be afternoon? No...evening? You haven't seen him since breakfast, that's for sure.

"The sun has gone down, the moon and stars are out," he says softly, inching closer to your desk, "Join me, It's beautiful."

'So are you', you itch to say, only resisting when you remember that you're both still on platonic terms and haven't quite broken passed that boundary yet. Although, you could possibly get away with a flirty remark or two.

"Mm," you murmur, digging your palms into your eyes, letting out an exhausted yawn. You owe him something of an apology; he must've felt lonely eating lunch all by himself, dinner as well if he bothered to make it.

The guilt makes you feel horrible that you immediately start apologising.

"God, I'm sorry...I haven't seen you all day, been working on a stupid thing that I've barely written any words on."

"It's fine, it's alright," again his voice comes soft and drowns out the pain throbbing in your head. This time as he moves around your desk, he settles his hand on your shoulder, a comforting gesture that presses you into your seat, "You have been writing a lot this week and that's fine but you need to know when to stop, when to put your mind to rest."

Again, you almost yawn but it dies halfway up your throat that makes it seem more like a sigh of disapproval.

Alucard sounds like your father the more and more you throw your body into this self-harming process, even the way he rubs his palm into your shoulder shares the likeness of your relative.

"Mm, alright. I'll stop."

You miss his gentle smile and once more, he invites you with a, "Join me."

Now he reminds you of a child pestering his mother, wanting to show her something he found in the woods. Instead, he's a grown man who takes your hands from underneath the desk and uses them to balance you to your feet.

You allow your host to guide you out of the room and into the hallway, his eyes never trailing off from your face as he finds deep solace in it.

He'll never admit that your droopy eyelids are the cutest part of your current state, or that your pouty lips can't stop stretching for a few more yawns.

He guides towards the entrance of the castle, not before taking a small detour to the kitchen to pick up what you notice is a picnic basket with a vintage wine bottle, many cheeses, breads and even some grapes to snack on. You would say that this feels more like a reward for your hard work this week, however, Adrian would argue that this is a mandatory session that should be happening more often.

You shouldn't have to be rewarded rest for your work.

Adrian gently presses his palm against your back, urging you forward out the door and slowly making way to a very specific patch of grass where trees of the forest crowd around barely.

The leaves at the top allow an open view of the stars and the gradually setting sun. It's a perfect spot that pulls a gasp from your throat. The tinted clouds of orange and pink appear in the sky as if they were pulled like cotton and the slight yellow hues remind you of Alucard's flaxen hair, flowing freely like the fish in the nearby lake.

He takes your sound of surprise as excitement and wonder, smiling when he sees the sparkles in your eyes and the soft curve of your lips.

He begins to pour the wine into two seperate glasses as you turn to him.

"You invited me out here because you knew I was having a bad week?"

"No," he says as he hands you your glass, clinking the rim with his own, "I did it because you should be taking care of yourself more."

"Ah," you look down with embarrassment, chuckling more to yourself than with humor, "Sometimes I just forget, you know?"

Alucard agrees, nodding as he savours a sip on his tongue.

"Mm, I know. That's why I'm here, to remind that lazy brain of yours, of course."

When normally you should feel insulted, his words instead bring forth laughter from either of you, and you smack his arm playfully with your elbow.

"Right yes, okay, mother."

He scoffs into his glass in annoyance, but the smirk says otherwise.

You finally take a sip of your own glass, clicking your tongue multiple times at the tangy flavour - it still needs some getting used to.

"But seriously, thank you for this, Adrian."

His piercing amber eyes soften on your face, "It's a pleasure really, thank you for staying here with me."

[ruiniel]

just wanted to send a little bit of support in the wake of you losing followers too (which, I know you're not that bummed about, I get the same way and then move on when I lose some!)--I initially followed for your alucardxreader fics too, but I also just like your writing a lot in general! and I love LOTR, but haven't read much fan fiction, so I'm excited to explore. take care and thanks :)

Aw thank you so much anon!!! All the best! Yes if you do feel like it there's so much and it's good! I mean *really* good, so good you finish the story and stare at the wall wondering "what ... In the world did I just read..." (appreciative awe) and falling for it completely with post-book blues

[thirstyforlulu]

I love your blog. :) Your writing is just hot and sweet and just awesome. Can we please get AlucardxReader where Alucard gets caught mastrubbing loudly because he has to think of you. That would be so great *_*

“Y/N,” you heard Alucard say in a breathy voice

You’d been walking by the door when you heard it

Your first instinct was that maybe he was having a bad dream?

It wasn’t unusual for him to call out for you in his sleep, so you’d gotten used to it

Figuring it wouldn’t hurt to go comfort him, you cracked open the door

You were not at all expecting to find him sitting in his chair with his cock out

It’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before, you just weren’t expecting that

Quickly you hid behind the door, grateful it didn’t make a sound

You knew it wasn’t right to spy on him like that, but you couldn’t look away, especially after hearing him moan your name

“Y/N, Fuck....~” he moaned again, letting his head roll back

Now you really couldn’t go anywhere

Your face was growing hot as you watched him

Each stroke of his hand made your face flush even worse

What could he be thinking about? you wondered

What fantasies lay in that head of his?

If only you had powers like his, you’d look into his mind and bring these fantasies to life for him

You could tell he was getting close from the way his breathing changed and the increased pace of his hand

He came with a loud groan, your name coming out in between broken gasps

Once he came down from his orgasm he looked directly at the door you were hiding behind

“Are you just going to watch or are you going to help me clean this up?” He called out to you, gesturing at his lap

Realizing you were caught, you fell forward in shock, your entire face lighting up

“I’m sorry! I should have said something, that was totally rude of me.”

“It’s fine. I actually liked having you watch me, especially when I could smell how aroused it was making you~” he teased

You looked away, not wanting to admit it

“Now, as punishment you have to clean me up. Come here,” he commanded

Nodding, you walked over to him, seeing the cum dripping from his dick made your mouth water

Your hands shook as you reached up to brace yourself on his thighs

You bent down then stuck your tongue out to meet the first drip

His entire body twitched when your tongue made contact then tensed as you ran from all the way up to the slit

The familiar taste of his cum filled your mouth and you greedily bobbed down for more

Once you’d cleaned him up, you were still hungry for more

You took the head of his cock in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it, hoping to get him hard again

“Uh oh, is somebody addicted to my dick?” He laughed, leaning back to let you pleasure him

Instead of replying, you just rolled your eyes and continued what you were doing

Starting out slow, you bobbed your head on his length, using one hand to rub what wouldn’t fit and the other to massage his balls

He bounced back quickly, growing fully erect after only a few moments

You licked the vein on the bottom that you knew made him go crazy and watched as he moaned

“Fuck, I love you.”

As he got closer and closer he started to thrust into your mouth nearly making you gag

You held his thighs in place, trying to stop him

“Y/N, you always do this so well. Nobody looks as beautiful with my member in their mouth.”

With a smirk, you quickened your pace hoping to finish him off

Suddenly, he pushed your head down forcing you to take as much of his cock as you could before he came down your throat

You happily accepted it, swallowing without a moment of hesitation

When he pulled back, you had to gasp for air

“How was that darling?”

“Well, I need to spy on you more often~”

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

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[shiklah]

reciprocation

Castlevania

Alucard x reader {NSFW}

It was dark, silent, unsettling. She could see the outline of his tall figure lingering in the doorway of the chamber. His hair cascaded over his slender shoulders. His breathing was shallow, weary, uncertain. With a graceful hand, he leaned against the doorframe, as though guarding himself from collapse, yet his posture was confident, upright, proud. His piercing gaze traveled over her face, her legs, her bare chest. She exhaled seductively, pressing her hands into the mattress. Arching her back, she tilted her head, exposing her long, pale neck. The light reflected off her skin, making it appear ablaze. She took a deep breath, then a slow exhale, and didn’t need to look to know where his curious eyes had wandered.

He adored her perpetually cold body—the thin, veiny skin, her lifeless eyes, the bony hands with long, delicate nails. Only the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, her quiet sighs and feline purrs, the sound of blood flowing through her veins, and her calm, languid movements reminded him she was alive.

She lay on the grand bed, draped in red velvet, which he had brought at her request. She looked as if she were floating in a stream of scarlet blood, a vision he found irresistibly alluring. Her delicate movements maintained the illusion, never allowing the fabric to slip from her body for even a moment.

She reached for a goblet—a large, golden, expensive one. Raising it to the light, she examined it from every angle. The vessel glinted in the moonlight, and a brazen smile played on her lips. Adrian noticed the desire in her eyes, a hunger that frightened him more than any other emotion. Perhaps because she was usually indifferent, cold, vengeful. She relished inflicting pain, consuming completely, sparing no one.

Except him.

He felt it—no, he knew—she loved him. She gave him so much goodness, so many beautiful experiences that left him utterly lost, so many cool kisses whenever he asked, so many dispassionate embraces he could only dream of. And he worshiped her madly.

“Be mine tonight,” she purred in that feline way that made his knees buckle. As if entranced, he approached her bed and climbed onto it clumsily, never breaking his gaze from her. He could hardly catch his breath, watching how her steely eyes slid over him, how she tilted her head coquettishly as if scrutinizing him even more closely, how her fingertips traced circles on his skin, diverting his attention from the gravity of the moment.

Her eyes, though still icy, were now filled with a lust that terrified him. She tilted her head coquettishly, but a threat lingered in her gaze. Her fingertips barely brushed his skin, drawing small circles, as though trying to distract him from something far more daunting—the truth that each touch brought him closer to something irreversible, something that would change them both forever.

“I love you,” he choked out, tension mounting within him. She rested her hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes. Her gaze was empty yet resolute. Everything seemed in its place.

“I love you so much…”

“I know, Adrian,” she purred, and a shiver ran down his spine. The way she said his name made him ready to do absolutely anything for her.

She enjoyed using him, asking for miracles and watching as he struggled to fulfill her increasingly demanding whims. She felt appreciated and fulfilled, knowing she held such a powerful, naive man in her grasp. She adored men like him—easy to manipulate yet authoritative. She never hid this, demanding much but giving everything she had in return—knowledge and her meticulously tended body.

Most women didn’t look kindly upon her, considering her a kept woman, a sweet fling, a delightful moment of forgetfulness. Few, however, could afford her; she valued herself highly.

Adrian was exceptional. Beyond his peculiar background, he was the first man in her life capable of holding her attention for more than a moment. The first man who wanted to hear what she had to say, and she had much to say. She knew he adored her body, driven by the same desire as many before him, yet he was never repulsive in his lust.

He enjoyed giving her pleasure more than receiving it himself. She was not particularly expressive in any aspect of life, so her stoicism during intimacy didn’t surprise him. However, he attuned himself to the faintest sighs from her lips, learning how to improve. He observed her face, searching for the slightest grimace, understanding what not to repeat.

He loved pleasing her, whether through intimacy or showering her with gifts, both of which he provided often.

Before they met, he had heard much about her from Trevor, with whom she also shared a history. From Trevor’s stories, she seemed consumed by greed and power, incapable of feeling any other emotions. But he soon realized she was simply human—hurt, trying to use what she had been given. He could never hate her, though he initially wished to.

As much as she loved extravagant gifts—jewelry, ornate dresses, carved furniture—she equally loved expanding her knowledge. She gave herself to him for the first time on the day he gifted her stacks of books and notes that had once belonged to his parents. That was also the first time her eyes weren’t empty and steely; he saw tenderness he was desperate to claim at any cost.

Adrian was rather clumsy as a lover, which was new to her. Yet, she appreciated being his first unforgettable adventure. Moreover, though she didn’t show it overtly, his initial uncertainty melted her. She guided him slowly through every stage of their peculiar relationship, which only invigorated her more.

“Please, stay here with me forever,” he almost whimpered, placing one hand on her hip. Her cold skin was the most soothing balm to his frayed nerves, the perfect remedy for his tangled thoughts. She was everything to him.

He wasn’t the first to declare his love, yet he was the only one worthy of her attention and time. She didn’t know if she loved him, but she was certain she had never been so happy. No objections, no demands, no jealous wives, insults, or beatings. Just peace, a beautiful, understanding, and naive man, comfort, and countless books she had yet to read. Life with Adrian was her dream.

“I don’t make promises,” she reminded him sharply, removing her hand from his face. He inhaled sharply, tightening his grip on her hip as if afraid she might flee, angered by his plea. She fixed him with an impassive look and, sensing his unease, smiled faintly. “Don’t think about the future now. I’m here to help you forget.”

The man nodded quickly and visibly relaxed. He felt her cool hand on his cheek again, slowly moving down, touching his jaw, tense shoulders, torso, and stopping at the lower part of his belly. Adrian inhaled sharply, his eyes fixed on her hand. His already hard member twitched restlessly, craving her touch like nothing else. He felt a drop of cold sweat trickling down his back, but he dared not move.

They had made love so many times, yet he still felt that youthful anxiety. Perhaps it was because every time was completely different, unique, allowing him to experience many new emotions and fall in love with her even more.

Seeing his stress, wanting to tease him a little more, she once again removed her hands from his body. She placed them behind her back, thrusting her chest forward. Her breasts moved seductively, and she smiled coyly. Adrian did not know which of these things made his heart momentarily lose its rhythm.

He tentatively extended his hand and ran the tips of his fingers over her delicate skin, brushing against her nipples with just the pads of his fingers. She did not take her eyes off him, though her gaze had softened a bit, letting him know that his actions were not unwelcome.

This time he moved more confidently on the bed, towering over her delicate body. The woman instinctively leaned back against the pillows, her hair tickling her back and shoulders, causing her to shudder slightly. Only then did she feel the tingling cold on her face, coming into the chamber through the open window. But that was not what occupied her thoughts at that moment.

"You deserve love" she whispered almost inaudibly, tangling her fingers in his hair. With a decisive move, she pulled him closer, connecting their thirsty lips in an almost rehearsed kiss.

He felt a shiver run down his spine, the taste of her sweet lips on his tongue, her sharp teeth grazing his lips. Her small hand tugged at his long hair, making that kiss seem even more intimate. He felt her slender fingers near his manhood, a touch so unexpected that he gasped into her mouth.

She pulled him even closer, wanting to feel the weight of his warm body on her. Her cool breasts touched his torso, his member brushed against her core, to which he sighed with affection. He pulled away from her lips, breathing deeply, and stared into her eyes, sparkling in the moonlight, filled with emotions he had never seen there before.

"Show me that I am yours" she murmured, getting closer to his ear. She tugged on his hair again, this time more firmly, expectantly, almost painfully. He tilted his head back, and a nearly animalistic groan escaped his throat.

Her sweet, sweet words echoed in his head. She was his, his, only his... Nothing that had come before mattered, nor what was to come, for that night she whispered in his ear, that night she snuggled into his body, and that night she made love to him.

He placed his hand on her core, gently tracing small circles with his fingers. His warm, delicate hands worked wonders; she could not help but let out a quiet moan from her saliva-slicked lips. She quickly covered her face with her hand, not wanting such an incident to repeat.

For him, however, it was the most beautiful sensation. She trembled under his calm touch; he could see how hard it was for her not to squeeze her thighs around his hand, he saw how dramatically her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

He slipped one finger inside her and felt like he was in heaven. Her core was the only part of her body that was genuinely warm. He felt her desire coating his entire hand with its stickiness. His manhood throbbed impatiently, along with his legs, which were ready to give way beneath him.

He moved his hand slowly, not just to avoid hurting her but to make that moment last as long as possible. However, she grabbed his wrist, gently moved her hips, and looked expectantly into his eyes, demanding something more. He quickly obeyed her, adding a second finger and moving much faster. Once again, her head fell back against the bed, eyes closed in ecstasy. She spread her thighs further with her hands, allowing him to fully see her core, dripping with desire and euphoria. He bit his teeth together to hold back the embarrassing groan that threatened to escape him, and then he grabbed his manhood, wanting to relieve some of his tension.

"Don't touch yourself"

She admonished him, sending him a warning look, to which he immediately withdrew his hand.

"I want to feel you."

With those words in mind, he quickly sat at the foot of the bed, positioning himself near her core. He desired her like never before, for she was behaving differently than usual. Her parted lips, fingers gripping the sheets, her back arched, showed him that she needed him like never before.

He entered her quickly, decisively, in a way that was unlike him. The woman, surprised by his sudden eagerness, let out a short gasp, fixing him with a bewildered look. He responded in kind, then placed his hands on her hips and her legs on his shoulders, drawing even closer and sinking deeper into her.

"I love you so much"

He gasped, then began moving within her. He immediately set an unusual pace for them both, yet it did not seem to bother her. She was focused on his member filling her so well, as if it had been made for her, on his fingers tightening on the delicate skin of her hips, on his quick, ragged breaths that still betrayed his uncertainty.

"You're so good" she panted, digging her nails into the skin of his muscular arms. He let out a surprised whimper, not knowing if it was in response to her words or the combination of pain and pleasure washing over his body head to toe, making him unable to think of anything but her sweet core and her soft voice. With each passing moment, he quickened his movements, and in her bedroom, the only sounds were the slapping of their naked bodies against each other, her shallow breaths, and his desperate moans.

His hands glided over her hips, stomach, legs, breasts, wanting to have her entirely, just for himself, forever. She felt the desperation in his movements, but that was what she loved about him.

"I love you so much" he repeated, feeling his orgasm approaching. She threw her head back, pressing herself more into the velvet pillow.

She hid nothing anymore; broken gasps escaped her lips, interspersed with his name, which sounded like a spell on her tongue. She panted heavily, trying to collect her scattered thoughts. However, his desperate voice, filled with longing, his large hands gripping her body, and their moans echoing off the walls of the room made it impossible for her.

He was the first man she hadn’t been afraid of, the one she felt safe with, the one she didn’t want to leave.

"You are mine, right? I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Suddenly, he stopped his movements, still breathing heavily. A shiver ran through his body, and she felt warmth spreading within her. He reached his climax with her name on his lips, then collapsed uncontrollably onto her body. Panting heavily, he nestled into her breasts, unable to look her in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" he began to apologize, and in his words, she heard genuine remorse. He did not pull out, did not raise his gaze to her, just lay there nestled against her cool, sweaty body, still unable to catch his breath.

And she was in even greater shock. She fixed her gaze on the ceiling, wondering what to do next. She had never loved any man, rarely did she tolerate any of them, and now she had declared her love to someone so young, naive, and immature. Maybe that was why he had stolen her heart; because he was so different, unlike all the other disgusting, bitter men.

"Will you stay?"

He asked when he had somewhat regained his composure, still not raising his gaze to her. He could not believe the reality of that moment; he was sure that when he looked at her, she would dissolve like a dream. He didn’t know what made that night different from all the others they had spent together, but he was grateful to himself for never giving up on winning her attention and care.

"I will stay."