#alucard x y/n

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི His⋆♱⋆Affliction ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

snyopsis: The vampire Alucard finds an injured traveler at his doorsteps, and nurses her back to health. Though what happens during your recovery is woefully unexpected, but intrinsically welcomed.

tags: porn w/plot (rare for me lmao), he fell first but you fall harder type trope, yearning, pining, slow burn (i tried), passionate, penetration, cunnalingus, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, marking, biting, bloodletting, creampie, praise, usuage of “darling”, “dear”, “da draga mea” (“yes my dear” in romanian). L bomb gets dropped bc yk what, hell yeah?, pathetic alucard bc absolutely yes

word count: 11.5k wowza

a/n: a true passion project i love you alucard THANK YOU @cosmicporos for helping me with ideas for this fic mwah and also @eridanusco for informally requesting LMAO. Also sorry i dont know how to end fics pls let me live guys pls i tried :(

(click the title for a playlist! I listened to it a billion times when writing this)

Sounds of a distance neigh grew closer and closer to the ear of the blonde dhampir- who sat desolate inside cold walls. Your loyal steed, galloped you to the tall castle doors, pacing back and forth, whining for attention until The Alucard finally came down and took your lumbering body inside, and your horse to the stable of course, he’s not a monster…as much as he beleive so.

After what seemed to feel like a coma, you open your eyes to the stinging rays of sunlight that pass your eyelids; Waking up to a room unfamiliar and a man even moreso.

Alucard sat in a wooden chair that smelled of the same cedar he tended the fire with.

As the scent and the sight hit your senses, you rustled up and back into the corner of the walls in a hurried panic.

Alucard's eyes widened a bit, surprised by your wake. He gently placed his occupying book down and slowly got up from the chair, holding his hands up as if to show you he meant no harm.

"Easy, easy now...calm down. You're safe."

“Who the hell are you-“ you question in fright at his fanged teeth.

He gave a slight frown, eyes shifting a bit as he studied you.

“This is my home, your wounds…you’ve been here just short of a day.”

He explained, keeping his distance to not further frighten you- pointing to your abdomen.

“You're- a vampire?!!”

He chuckled slightly, not amused by the fear in your eyes but understanding your reaction”

"Half vampire, actually” He went on, “But I mean you no harm, you have my word."

“You could be lying”.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of irritation in his voice at the accusation

"You'll have to trust me on that, won't you? If I wanted to hurt you, I could've done so long ago. You were passed out and bleeding on your horse's back."

Realization hit you, his arms crossing over his chest as you stay silent in protest.

"You were quite injured, I patched you up the best I could and kept you in this room to rest. Please allow me to heal you back to health completely.”

You stay in the corner of the bed with your hands clutched onto the thick fur blanket. You give him a nod, accepting his proposal, although reluctantly.

He nods back, sensing the fear and uncertainty radiating off of you but appreciative that you aren’t too stubborn.

"It would've been wrong to leave you to bleed out in the woods." He said, slowing returning to the fire and book.

“I didn’t know vampires had morality.” You retort, slipping out of your mouth without much thought.

He but only chuckles, you can almost hear his smile as he speaks, low and soft.

“I’ve had my share of…distasteful humans. But your horse made a good case for you, you know.”

You have to almost stop a smile- becoming more comfortable by the second with his seeming civility.

Not too comfortable, though, feeling the bandages around your waist.

He looks back and sees you touching them through your shirt.

“Can I see them?” He asks, walking closer to you now with a voice of concern.

You nod.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch you unnecessarily, reaching out and gently unwrapping the bandages, his movements slow and deliberate as he revealed the wounds beneath.

You wince slightly at the cool air hitting your broken skin, your stomach flexing inwards and your lungs expanding.

He pauses for a moment as you flinch, his eyes flicking up to your face.

"I'm sorry, I'll be gentle," he says softly before continuing to unwrap the bandages, revealing the cuts and gashes on your body. His expression hardened again as he took in the extent of your injuries, his fingers tracing lightly over the wounds, gentle and steady.

“How do they feel?” He asks, taking all the bandages off and reaching to the nightstand for more.

“Fine” You reply.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I can sense your emotions, you know. And you're not very good at hiding them."

You feel your brows contort into irritation, you dont even know what for- maybe your innate distrust.

"What, you're mad that I can read you so easily?" He replied with a smile, enjoying your annoyed expression a little more than he thought.

“It's a bit annoying…” You say, raising your brows, with a sprinkle of sass.

He smirked again, his lips playful.

"Well, I'm sorry if it's annoying. But you're quite expressive. It's hard not to notice when you look like that.”

“Like what-?” You retort.

“That.” He replies quickly, making you swallow your words.

You watch as he redresses your wounds, taking his time to wrap the bandages around your waist and stomach.

You take that time to look at his face more carefully than before- being this close to a vampire wasn’t something you think you’d live long enough to be able to observe like this.

You noticed his light amber hair, his yellow eyes and long lashes that gave him an epicene charm. You couldn’t keep your curious eyes from wandering over his features, he smelled like oud and iron.

When he was done, you looked out toward the open window, the sill swaying back and forth as the wind dance.

“How long will they take to heal?” You ask as you look back down at his hands.

"It depends. The wounds were quite severe, so it may take a while for them to fully close. The medicine should accelerate the healing process, but it's not instantaneous.”

“Okay- well, if it's fine i'll return to my town then by tomorrow.”

His expression shifted to surprise at your statement.

"You want to leave already? You're not fully healed yet, it's not safe for you to go back out there. They could open, get infection, you could get-“

“I don't wish to bother you any longer- you've already helped me enough.” You state. You’ve been quite wary about vampires- raised to practically believe they were spawns of hell itself.

He raised an eyebrow, his surprise quickly replaced by a hint of irritation

"Bother me? Nonsense. You're a guest in my home, and I don't intend to just let you wander off into danger when you're just as injured as when I found you.”

“It's still an inconvenience…”

He lets out an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're insufferable, you know that?” It's not an inconvenience. You're my responsibility now, whether you like it or not.”

You let out an equally annoyed huff, but you don’t bother to object anymore, clearly stuck and indefensible.

“Fine”. You breathe out.

He gave you a firm nod, satisfied that you had agreed to stay.

"Good. You'll stay here until you're fully healed. I won't have you running off and getting yourself killed out there."

He watched you as you settled back into bed, his expression softening slightly

"I'll be back to check on you later. Try not to do anything reckless while I'm gone." He says, walking out the door.

“Wait!” You shout.

He pauses in the doorway, turning to look at you.

"Yes?"

“What’s your name?”

“Alucard”, is what you hear before the shut of the door.

You hear his descending footsteps on the floor of the castle, plopping your head back into the goosefeather pillows as you stared at the brick ceiling, trying to get comfortable again, as much as you could considering your circumstance.

Hours had passed, and sleep didn’t miss you on its way.

Alucard had come back to your room, opening it after not hearing any confirmation at his soft knocks.

He saw your sleeping state and moved quietly as to make sure sure not to disturb you, scanning over your form, taking note of your condition and whether you were in any pain or discomfort even if your unconsciousness.

He leaned over and placed a hand on your forehead, checking for a fever or sweats.

After making his observations, his eyes lingered on your hair, fingers carefully brushing against a few strands as he withdraws his hand.

He found himself captivated by the color and texture, a hint of curiosity flickering within as the sunlight filtered through the window and casted a warm glow over your skin, the smooth contours of your face and neck.

He looked at your physiognomy in almost jealously, envious of your humanness. The feeling of your warm skin coursing with blood that hadn’t yet gone through the process of death. He brushed his knuckle softly against your cheekbone but quickly removed it once he felt you slowly stir away.

You crack your eyes open and flutter your flashes as the setting sun pokes at your lids again.

“Is it evening already?”

He nods, his voice low and quiet, walking around the corners of the room to light the candles scattered around to offer some light before the moons arrival.

"Yes, it's getting late. You've been asleep for quite a while."

You let out a long drawn yawn and attempt to sit up near the headboard.

He watches, eyes tracking your every move. He can see the pain and stiffness in your movements, a pang of guilt tugging at him for not being able to do anything for you in that moment.

"Careful," he murmurs, voice taint with concern. "You're still injured, remember? You shouldn't be sitting up yet. Let your body heal."

“I can't just sleep all day.”

"Yes, you can”…He continues, trying to push through without the conversation. “You're still recovering. You need to take it easy and let your body heal itself. Sleeping is the best way to do that." He crosses his arms over his chest, a hint of frustration in his voice over your seemingly unmovable persistence.

You frown at his scolding, crossing your arms back.

"What's with the pout? You look like a petulant child."

You scoff, leaning your head back and mouth slightly agape.

“That's rude...”

He chuckles, a smirk growing at your response.

"Is it? I was merely stating the truth.

You're acting like a spoiled brat who doesn't want to listen to their caretaker."

“I'm just tired of sleeping so much...”

“Well I can’t just let you run around and frolick can I?”

You pout again, knowing he’s right but not wanting to agree out of…pettiness.

He shakes his head and sighs, “Stay here, I’ll bring you some food”.

“Yeah sure i’ll stay! No problem Doctor!” You say with fringed enthusiasm. “Can’t really go run and frolick can I…?” You mumble after.

“I heard that.” He says as he walks out, making you chuckle a bit.

As you wait, your stomach growls even more, wondering what kind of food you’ll be given. With all the wealth and luxury displayed in just the small portion of the castle you’ve been limited to witness- you had set your expectations high….unfortunately.

He comes back not more than an hour or so later- hair tied up in a low messy bun and what seems to be flour on his pants.

You see Alucard bring in a tray of a small loaf of bread and a bowl of what smelled like plain chicken stock, small floating pieces of carrot.

He sits down next to the bed, putting the tray on the edge of the bed before helping you sit up just a bit so you could eat.

You look at him and then the food- the silence and your inactive made him scoff.

“Are you hands broken all of a sudden? Do you need me to feed you?” He says bluntly, raising his brows in disbelief of your shamelessness.

You gave him a shrug and innocent expression smile- but he lets himself fall to your poorly executed manipulation.

He tears a piece of the what you can only imagine is some kind of buckwheat bun, as he dips it into the plain soup.

“Fattening me up so you can eat me?” You say as the soup soaked bread moves closer to your mouth.

He rolls his eyes and holds it closer to you to take a bite.

Before you open your mouth to accept the bread, you catch a wiff of the smell and…your head tilts away swiftly.

“Oh gods- you don’t even need to fatten me that’s gonna kill me first!” You say as you shake your head.

“What? Stop being dramatic. It’s just bread, here” He says, tilting your head back toward his face and the bread.

“Where did you get that? Did my horse produce it?!”

Alucard furrows his brows and scoffs.

“I made this…it took a while by the way.”

Your eyes widen- not knowing if you should be surprised and touched that he attempted to make you food or if you should be alarmed at how horribly it went.

“Oh…”

He sighs, “Is it really that bad..? What do you humans even eat besides bread and beer?”

You scoot back a bit, creating a good distance away from the bread.

“Is this- just chicken stock?” You ask, trying to find any kind of compliment to give him.

He looks at you deadpanned, and you have to stifle a smile.

“I should have gave that carrot to the damn horse…” He mumbled before getting up to leave with the tray.

“Wait wait!” You laugh as you protested, waving your arms back up to urge him to stay.

“I’ll try it…since you went out of your way.”

He sighs, giving you another chance and placing the tray back on your lap.

You have to gather more courage than you might have ever before- taking the same piece of bread he tore and counting your blessing before putting it into your mouth.

Truthfully- the chicken stock made it somewhat bearable, masking the stale like gummy texture of the bread…and swallowing it before it could bother you too much.

Alucard watched at the bedpost, arms crossed as he observed your expression.

You look up at him after the first bite, tilting your head back and forth and twisting your arm to try and say it wasn’t too aweful.

He lets outs a chuckle and sits back down on the chair; occupying his earlier read as he waits for you to finish your meal.

As soon as you’re finished, he glances at the empty bowl and plate, a hint of relief in his eyes

"You ate everything, good. It's important to keep your strength up while you're recovering."

You simply nod, not wishing you further frustrate him over his cooking inability.

"Get some rest now. You need it."

He takes the tray and turns to leave, but once again hesitates at the door, as if his body screams at him to stay longer than needed.

Looking back at you; his eyes roaming over your face as if committing it to memory.

“I never got your name, now that I think about it. I think I’d like to know what to address you as.”

You hesitate for a moment- but it’s the least you could offer, formality wise.

“Y/n.” You respond.

He replies in almost a whisper.

"Goodnight, Y/n." He smiles.

He won’t be going to bed anytime soon but he hopes your rest is committed.

“Goodnight, Alucard.”

Again is the shut of the door, and you know you won’t see him again til the next morning.

After he leaves the room, he stand in the hallway for a moment, lost in thought- he feels a heaviness in his chest at the sound of his name on your lips. It’s been a long time since anyone has said his name at all- nor with as much tenderness and void of disdain as the way in which you spoke it.

The next day comes, much like the last in its configuration, just as the next few would likely follow.

Alucard comes in and moves quietly around, tending to the small fire in the hearth and tidying up a bit around your room; keeping his movements soft and silent, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere while you sleep.

He notices the moment you start to stir, his eyes flickering towards your sleeping figure on the bed. He watches you wake, and a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he watches you blink sleepily.

“Goodmorning”, you hear from the vampire, chuckling as he sees you stretch. “Sleep well?”.

You reply with a nod, yawning greatly before giving him a “Mhm”.

He feels a sense of relief wash over him, glad that you were able to get some restful sleep. Moving closer to the bed, his eyes scan over you for any signs of discomfort.

"That's good to hear. How are you feeling? Any pain?"

You shake my head, truthfully feeling much lighter than the previous day. You sit up so you can present your wounds to him.

He nods in approval, satisfied assurance while he steps closer to the bed until he sits on the edge, gently reaching out to examine your wounds, his fingers lightly brushing over the bandages that cover your injuries and unwrapping you.

"They're healing well. You're lucky you didn't sustain any serious damage."

He relays, his palms trailing down your sides as he tries to feel for any swelling, and you seem to find your throat a bit dry.

He can hear you gulp, and he reluctantly pulls his hands away and starts to wrap you with new bandages, rolling your shirt back down.

“Thank you”, you reply, trying to fill the empty space between you two, even if it’s just verbal.

He pauses for a moment, surprised by your words. He hadn't expected you to thank him, and the sincerity in your voice catches him off guard.

He clears his throat again, trying to maintain his demeanor.

"You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing what I can to ensure your recovery."

You smile and nod, impressed by his humbleness.

“Do you think, I can go outside now?

Maybe for a walk.” You ask.

He hesitates, considering your request. Youve been confined to the room for almost a week now, and the thought of you getting some sun wasn’t the worst.

"Hm...I suppose it would be good for you to get some fresh air. But only for a little while. You're still recovering, so you shouldn't push yourself too much."

You smile even wider, glad that he wasn’t cruel or unreasonable.

“Thank you, will you join me?” You offer.

He feels his brows contort with confusion, but he can't help the small smile that follows.

"Me? You want me to go with you?"

“Well i've never been to this part of the country- i’m not so used to it.

He chuckles softly, finding your naiveté endearing

"I see. Very well, I'll accompany you on your walk." He replies, coming back to the edge of the bed and helping you up, putting out his forearm for you to hold yourself up with- making sure you don't stumble or fall.

"Take it slow. You might be a bit unsteady at first."

You hold on tight, feeling your limbs finally stretch out after hours of laying down with not much breaks.

He watches you carefully, his eyes following your every move. He notices the warmth of your hands on his arm, gripping and clinging to him so tight, and the closeness of your body sends a current through his body- and he finds himself putting a bit more effort into trying to push down the strange feelings that are bubbling up inside him, because of you.

"Easy there. Don't push yourself too hard."

Once he makes note of your posture, he slowly releases your arm, though keeping a hand hovering nearby, just in case you need support.

“Do you happen to have any clothes?” You ask, wanting to get into something more fresh compared to your tattered and messy clothing.

"Yes, I think I do. Stay here.” He says, quickly moving out of the room to retrieve them and arriving again only minutes later with a neatly folded stack of garments in his arms.

He hands them to you, his eyes flickering over your figure as he does so.

"These should fit you. Let me know if they don't."

You take the small pile with both hands and go to the washroom of your familiar room to change.

Alucard waited patiently outside the door, his mind racing as he imaged you changing inside- hearing the rustling of fabric and wanting to ask if you needed help but he didn’t want to overstep- didn’t want to make you suspect anything more of it all.

Desperately he tried to push the thoughts down into the back of his head, but they keep creeping up, making his heart race and his palms sweat a bit.

When you emerged back out in the clothes he gave you, his eyes almost widened, a faint melancholy in his gaze.

“What…you look like you want to say something.” You ask.

He looks back into your eyes as he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

“Sorry- sorry…no you look fine. It’s just that” He rambled on, “The clothes belonged to my mother, they suite you.”

Your brows rise at the information and your stomach drops a bit- feeling sorrow for him in his dark undertones. But you stay silent.

“Alright”, he continues, draping a red scarf around your neck.

“Keep this on, it’s cold in the mornings.” He says as he pulls your hair up from the scarf and lays it behind your shoulders, fingers brushing your ears slightly as he stands much closer now.

You only nod, allowing him to open the door and lead you out of the room for the first time.

When you step out of your enclosure of a room, you feel the smooth velvet carpet rolling out into the deep hallways of the ancient castle, soothing the soles of your bare feet as you walk alongside Alucard, looking around at the ceilings and the fixtures that adorn the home.

He watches as you take in the grandeur of the castle, a hint of pride in his eyes. He’s lived here for so long, but he sometimes forgets how impressive it must look to outsiders

"It's a bit much, I know. But it's been in my family for generations."

“No, it’s beautiful. Really.” You assure, taking everything in as you finally get to explore the place you’ve been locked up in.

He smiles again at your words, feeling a small swell of warmth in his chest. Expecting you like most people to be intimidated or scared by the castle's size and antiquity, but he can tell you seem genuinely impressed by it.

"Thank you. My father, Dracula, had it built many years ago. He desired opulence." He says with cadence.

As he explains more of the building’s interior, you both finally reach a exit. You can hear the chirping of birds and the wind on the other side as if a portal to an unexplored grove were near.

Alucard pushes the heavy doors open, revealing the sprawling gardens outside. The morning sun is casting a warm golden glow over the landscape.

The gardens- a riot of color, with blooming flowers and lush greenery filling every inch of space.

He watched as you step out into the grass. He can't help but find the sight of you barefoot in the garden endearing, your toes sinking into the soft earth as you breathe in the sweet spring air.

You open your eyes and look up, appreciating the sky from below opposed to the window from a distance as to which you were forced to do for the past few days.

Alucard, though, doesn’t follow your gaze. He instead can't help but admire the way the sun catches in your hair, and on your skin, making you look like you're glowing. A second, much more beautiful sun.

He finds himself staring for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty.

He also notices the way you hold the shawl closer to your body, and he wonders if you're cold or if there's something else you're trying to hide. He tries to resist the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of your face again, wanting to feel just an atom of your being, as if to merge them with his.

He step closer, concern etched on his face

"Are you cold?"

You look back at him, your brows contorted and a soft look of vulnerability on your face.

“A little”, you admit.

He sees the goosebumps emerged on your soft and sunkissed skin, and he frowns slightly.

He takes the coat off his back, and drapes it over your shoulders

"Here, this should help." He says as he pulls you closer to him, your shoulders rubbing up as he keeps the draped jacket close around you, a bit too big but enough to warm you.

You give him an appreciative smile, and he returns one right back.

He watches you return your eyes back on the scenery, his gaze softening as he sees the way you admire the beauty of the world around you.

He’s seen this view countless times before, smelled the same air and felt the same breeze pass him by. But somehow, it seems more vibrant with you here with him now.

“Would you like to go back inside now?” You ask.

He shakes his head, not wanting the moment to end just yet.

"Not yet. Let's stay out here a little longer. Is that okay?” He asks softly.

You nod, happy that he’s willing to indulge you in just a bit more time outside.

You can’t help but feel his eyes glancing to you every now and then- and you try to ignore the urge to get closer to him.

Not for warmth, or because of the cold, or anything other than the flickering need to be closer to him.

Something entirely separate, something entirely unfamiliar.

After another few minutes, you two decide to come back inside to prevent any possibility of you catching a cold.

Alucard shows you a few more hallways and rooms along the way, pointing them onto and providing a little history lesson every now and then, not wanting to bombard you with his entire lifetimes worth of stories. When you arrive back at your room, he watches you settle back into the bed. A strange mix of emotions swirling within him. he wants to stay with you, but he knows he should give you some space.

He lingers in the doorway for a moment before speaking up again.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'll be around."

You smile and nod, “Thank you”. You whisper.

“Of course. I'll be in the library if you need me." He hesitates for a moment, as if he wants to say something more, but then he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the room, leaving the door open this time- as if inviting you to join him.

Maybe you’re just thinking too much into it.

As he sits down on the wooden library chairs, trying to concentrate on the book in his hand and the ink that sticks to his quill, his thoughts keep drifting back to you, wondering what you're doing in your room and if you're comfortable.

He can't shake the feeling that he's being drawn to you like a moth to a flame- in an inseparable trap he set himself. His affliction.

Lost in his own mind, he snaps out of it as he hears a knock at the library door. He looks up, setting his book down to calls out.

"Come in."

You hear his command, opening the tall doors and peaking your head in to find him.

He looks up as you enter the space, his eyes widening slightly as you approach closer and walk down the sparse steps- secretly trying to hide the fact that he was thinking about you just seconds ago.

"Ah, I wasn't expecting you so soon.

Is everything alright?" He asks, feeling his heart suddenly accelerate.

“Yeah, sorry” You reply, handing him back his jacket, “you just forgot this”.

As he takes the jacket from you, his finger brushing against yours for a brief moment that he curses himself for not keeping it a second longer.

He looks at it for a moment before looking back at you.

"Ah, thank you. I didn't realize I had left it behind." He says in a more hoarse tone than usual.

You chuckle and nod, “I also didn't realize.” You say in a lighthearted tone.

He chuckles softly in return, his eyes locked on yours- Acutely aware of the way your scent fills the air around him, intoxicating him with its sweetness.

"I suppose I was too distracted this morning to notice."

He finds it harder and harder to resist the urge to reach out to you, to pull you closer to him with each growing second.

You break the short lapse of silence, your eyes trailing down to the desk full of books and sheets of freshly inked script.

“Reading?”

He also glances at the books on the table, trying to compose himself.

"Ah, yes. I was just doing some light reading. and annotation. Trying to take my mind off things." He says before looking back at you, his gaze lingering on your face. H can feel the tension between you growing, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions

“What, uhm- kind of things?” You ask, immediately feeling as if you overstepped.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should be honest with you. but he can't bring himself to lie.

"You." He speaks.

You nod, understanding as you touch your wound on your side- Assuming he’s referring to your injuries, knowing how much he cares to treat you. Pushing away the initial thoughts of affection, not wanting to get your hopes up.

He nods, a small sigh escaping his lips. He conflicts with himself- wanting to tell you every preoccupied thought he’s had of you since the moment he found you on the back of his horse.

"Yes, that. And other things." He slips in quietly.

“You should rest, you’re not well enough to be up for so long.” He says a bit more sternly.

You furrow your brows a bit in unease, wishing he elaborated.

“Right.” You respond plainly.

He sees the disappointment in your eyes and immediately regrets his words. He didn't mean to push you away, but he's afraid of letting his guard down, of getting too close to you.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated with himself

"I just... I don't want you to overexert yourself."

“It’s fine-“ You reply quickly, not wanting to invest more emotional energy into the exchange, exiting the library and walking back to your room, each step heavy and unrelenting as if your body rejects being away from him.

He watches your back as you leave, his heart sinking at the sound of your steps descending in volume. He wants to call out to you, to tell you to stay, but the words stick in his throat like a lozenge.

He sits there for a moment, frozen in place, before cursing himself under his breath. He knows he's messed up, but he's not sure how to fix it just yet.

Alucard remains in the library, pacing back and forth restlessly, still. He can't focus on anything, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.

He curses himself for being so awkward and aloof, for not being able to express his feelings properly even if they aren’t all fleshed out and appropriate.

He wants to follow you, to make things right, but he's afraid of what might happen if he does. So he stays in the library, brooding and frustrated, feeling more alone than ever.

You on the other hand, stay cooped up in your room. Equally frustrated- pacing around the bed unaware of how similar you both seem to cope.

You stay until the sun sets, wondering if he’ll show anytime soon to check up on you like he has been- angrily ruffled into the bedsheets as you almost wish you never went to the library, wishing you just left it at the peaceful garden walk from this morning.

“Fuck it?” You think to yourself, just go. “Just get up…walk over to him and figure it out? Right?” What even is there to figure, maybe, you were just overthinking.

You put your hand on the doorknob, resting before you swing it open.

As you prepare to take the first step out your eyes widen at the sight of him right infront of you with his hand raised.

He freezes in his tracks, surprised to see you standing in the doorway. He hadn't expected you to open the door just as he was about to knock, and his face looking more pale than before, somehow.

He looks at you, heart racing as he takes in the sight- feeling a mix of relief and nervousness, unsure of what to say or do next.

“…Hi.” You break the silence.

He swallows hard, his palms feeling clammy. He forces himself to speak, his voice sounding hoarse and awkward

"Hey. I was just coming to check on you." He drew on.

“I was also going to find you.” You confess.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your words. He hadn't expected you to be looking for him as well, his hopes rocking up.”

"Were you?"

“Yeah well- it's evening so I figured you'd want to check up on me again.” You sidetrack, dancing around the idea of anything else.

He nods, feeling a pang of guilt.

He had been avoiding you all day, and yet here you were, still thinking about him and his routine. Sure, he was too, but he hated the idea of burdening you with such heavy feelings in his care.

"Right, of course. I should've been more on top of it."

You nod, letting him into the room as you go to sit down on the bed as he follows you, his heart pounding in his chest. Why?

He can feel a tension between you two, one that’s been bubbling and thickening like a witches brew.

He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps drifting to other things as he approaches you, his hand trying not to linger too long- prudent in his action.

He keeps his gaze clinical as he examines the wounds, rolling your shirt up and unwrapping the bandaged, but it's hard not to notice the softness of your skin beneath his fingers.

He gently touches the edges of the scars, his touch cautious as he checks for any signs of infection or irritation.

He’s aware of how close he is to you, how intimate the situation is, how for the past few days that he’s tried to ignore- scared of pushing himself onto you in any way.

He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's making it difficult for him to concentrate as he can see you watching him.

He glances up at you, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment.

“You look worried....”

He looks up at you again, his expression serious.

"It's just... the scars are still a bit red. I'm worried about infection."

You nod, your expression also turning more stone.

He frowns, his fingers tracing the edges of the scars lightly.

"I'll have to keep a closer eye on them. Make sure they don't get worse."

You nod, wincing slightly as he touches them.

He immediately stops touching the scars, his expression softening.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispers.

“It's okay- it just stings a little”. You assure.

But he still feels a pang of guilt at the thought of causing you pain, even if it was accidental.

"I'll try to be more careful. I just want to make sure they're healing properly." He goes on, feeling himself open up more- wanting to tell you just how much he cares.

He wraps you back up in new dressing, rolling your shirt down again and leaning down toward you.

“Hold onto me, I’ll help you up.” He says softly, putting his arms around your back as you wrap yours around the back of his neck, holding into him for support as he helps you up onto your feet without too much trouble.

For just a moment your chests press up- but soon letting go.

Alucard steps back, not wanting to cross any lines- but gods is his mind absolute chaos right now.

The feeling of your body closer than it’s ever been- the feeling of almost embracing you was too much for him to handle.

You clear your throat, leaning back against the bedpost, “Earlier today...in the library...”, you go on.

He perks back up, “Yes? What about it?”

“I'm sorry if i seemed too insistent, you probably wanted to be alone”…

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Don't apologize. You didn't seem insistent at all. If anything, I found your curiosity endearing."

He sends you a smile, a softer look.

"And I must admit, it was nice to have some company in the library for once. I've been alone for so long that l've almost forgotten what it's like to talk to someone…”

You smile back, “Me too.”

He returns your easygoingness, “You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

“I'm not, it's making me feel better too.”

He chuckles, a bit deeper this time.

"I see. So you're not just a beautiful woman with a sharp mind, you're also honest."

“I hope to be”, you reply wittingly.

“Honesty is a rare quality, you know.

Most people will say anything to get what they want, or to avoid hurting your feelings. But you... you seem to speak your mind without a second thought…Especially about my bread.”

You roll your eyes place and scoff, “I’ll never hear the end of it from you.”

“I’m still hurt.” He says, feigning offense.

The two of you exchange a few more pleasantries, both reveling in the fact that your issues from earlier have been mended and quickly forgotten. Thankfully.

Alucard glances out the window, seeing the darkness of the night outside and hearing your yawn.

"It's late. You should probably get some rest, as much as I wish to keep talking.” He adds on quickly.

You nod, opening the door as he walks out into the doorway.

“Goodnight, dear.” He says politely.

You respond with a kiss on his cheek, quick and gentle.

“Goodnight.” You say with a soft smile, and and shut the door on his dumbfounded face.

He stands there for a moment, stunned by your unexpected kiss.

His hand comes up to touch the spot where your lips had been, a look of surprise and... something else on his face. He shakes his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he turns and walks away, heading to his own room and recalling the experience with every step. He tries to tell himself that it was just a polite gesture, nothing more, but he can't help the way his heart flutters at the thought of your lips on his skin. He knows any semblance of sleep won’t be easy- not after your stunt.

You sleep deeply through the night and into first light, unable to hear Alucard knocking at your door.

He knocks a second time, a tray of breakfast food in his hands.

Upon your lack of response, he enters the room quietly, his eyes immediately going to your bed to check on your condition- smiling softly as he sees you still asleep, setting the tray of food on a nearby table.

He walks over to the bed, his footsteps light and quiet so as not to wake you. It’s almost noon, and he wants to make sure you’re not feeling any sort of extreme exhaustion- considering the irregular surplus of sleep.

He continues to watch your face- finding himself getting used to the peaceful sight of your sleeping form.

But he notices a look of distress on your face, becoming concerned. He sits down on the edge of the bed, observing intently, his eyes narrowing as he realizes you're having a nightmare of some sort.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should wake you up, but the conviction on your face convinces him to act.

"Hey...wake up." He gently shakes your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your terrors.

He watches as you rise up in a jerked motion- breathe quick and heavy, pupils dilated and expression that of terror.

He places a comforting hand on your back.

"Shh... it's okay. You're safe now. It was just a dream." He says as he rubs your back in soothing circles, his touch gentle and reassuring. He looks at you with concern, his eyes filled with worry

"You were having a nightmare... do you want to talk about it?"

“I don’t really remember it-“ You say in a defeated tone, more annoyed than anything.

"Okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen."

“Thank you”, you say with a faint smile, his hand now on your shoulder.

"Of course.“ He glances over at the tray of food he brought in.

"I brought you some breakfast. You should eat something. It’ll take your mind off it perhaps?”

You take the tray appreciatively, nodding but still disoriented.

He notices the slight change in your expression. He tilts his head slightly, studying your face.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit... dazed."

“Sorry- i'm just- still waking up”

He chuckles softly, amused by your sleepy state “It's alright. I understand."

He sits on the edge of the bed again, watching you pick up the food, satisfied that you're finally eating something.

He leans back against the headboard of the bed, content to just sit with you for a while.

"How are your wounds feeling today? Are they healing well?"

“Oh- yes I think so”, you say, putting the tray next to you and turning to face him, lifting your shirt up to let him examine them.

He runs his fingers gently over the healing cuts under your bandages, making sure they're not infected or still bleeding

"Good. They look like they're healing nicely. You'll probably be fully healed in a few more days."

“A few more days...alright”. You start to think to yourself, wondering what'll happen then- considering that you’ll have no need to stay here once you’re healthy.

He notices the look on your face, the slight furrow in your brow as you think to yourself. He lowers your shirt, his gaze fixed on you

"Is something wrong?”, he asks, getting closer to you as he tries to coax it out of you.

You simply shake your head.

He raises an eyebrow, not quite believing you. At all actually.

"You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, right?"

“I know…” You say, unconvincingly once again.

He reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting

"You can trust me, you know. I won't judge you. I swear it.” He says with a gentle expression.

“Yeah- yeah I know.” You say quickly, your face developing a rouge at his sudden act of affection. Or maybe it was just- care, a polite gesture of friendship.

You go back to eating your breakfast, slipping your hand out of his.

Even while enjoying your morning meal, your stomach is heavy with the residual feelings of your nightmare- frustration that you can’t seem to remember what made you feel so ill.

“Do you ever get nightmares?” You ask Alucard.

He looks to face you- a bit unprepared for your question but honest.

“At times, they seem more like recollections than fantasies of my mind.”

You furrow your brows, looking done at your food and playing around with it.

“I can’t remember what I was even dreaming about- but it’s a strange feeling.”

You go on, opening up about the discomfort of your body.

He frowns, feeling a mix of sympathy and concern for you. He pulls you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could take it away from you."

You let out a surprised sound- hands hesitating to wrap around him.

He can feel your surprise, unrelenting. He holds you tightly against his chest, one hand gently stroking your hair

"It's okay," he murmurs softly.

"You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. Alright?”

You feel your brows scrunch up and your body lighten- as if he’s shared some room in his body for you to lay your afflictions bare. To take some of the pain from you and lock it away in himself.

With contemplation- you hug him back.

He holds you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head

"That's it," he murmurs. "Just relax. Let me hold you."

His words soothe you like a balm, mending together pensive feelings of melancholy you weren’t even aware of before.

You feel warm tears roll down your cheeks, sniffling before he gently rocking you back and forth as he tries to soothe you

"Shhh, it's okay. Let it all out," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness and compassion.

"I've got you," he continues.

You use every second to try and pull yourself up together- but he wraps around you close, holding you together as you fall apart in his arms.

He continues to whisper words of comfort, his voice low and soothing

"You're doing so well. Just keep breathing. In and out, that's it."

After a few minutes of much needed exhalations, you recover well in the vampires arms.

He feels a sense of relief wash over him as you relax against him. He gently tilts your chin up.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asks gently, his hand still stroking your hair.

You let out a cathartic sigh, nodding.

He cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the tears from your face

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. You had me worried for a moment there."

“Sorry...I guess I just haven't had someone hug me a long time.”

He shakes his head, his hand still cupping your cheek.

"You have nothing to apologize for.

And don't ever apologize for needing comfort. Everyone needs a hug sometimes."

As you calm yourself more, Alucard decides to give you some space to recollect yourself, clearly needing it.

“I’ll give you some space. I’ll be in the library, if you need anything.” He reminds, before bidding you a goodbye after making sure you ate.

You take deep inhales and deeper exhales, your mind ringing with his voice guiding you through breathes.

The room becomes quiet and dark, you're left alone with your thoughts. The memory of Alucard's touch and his warm smile are all you can think about, and you can't help but wonder what he's doing right now- deciding it’s better to find out for yourself than wonder.

Alucard looks up as you enter the library.

He sets down the book he was reading and smiles softly.

"Feeling better?" he asks.

You smile and nod, walking closer.

"Come here," he says, patting the chair next to him. "You can keep me company."

You gladly take a seat, eyes roaming over the various books and sheets covering the desk- similar to yesterday’s spreads.

He notices how close your face is to his work. He closes the book, gently tapping your forehead with it.

"You're going to give yourself a headache if you keep reading like that," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

You pout and rub your forehead.

“Rude…” You say in a whisper.

You scoot closer to get a better look at the writing, your elbows folding on top of the table.

As you observe the scripts, Alucard is more concerned with how beautiful you look- even when you’re concentrated, and he can't help but feel a pang of longing in his chest- quickly pushes those feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the moment with his own desires.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, noticing the pause of his writing and his gaze.

He blinks, realizing he's been caught staring. He quickly looks away, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Ah, nothing," he says, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.

"Just lost in thought for a moment."

You nod, going back to watching him work, putting your head on his shoulder with the close proximity.

He freezes for a moment, completely caught off guard by your sudden closeness. He can feel the warmth of your body against his, and the scent of your hair filling his senses.

He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction.

He can feel your laughter vibrating through him, and it's a pleasant sensation.

"What's so funny, human?" he asks, playfully.

“Nothing, you've just….been on that page for a while. You can’t read can you? Tell me the truth.” You play around sarcastically.

He glances back down at the book, realizing that he's been staring at the same page for several minutes now, obviously at that.

He lets out a soft chuckle, embarrassed that he got so distracted by your presence once again, finding it to a troublesome, reoccurring issue.

"Ah, I guess I am a bit distracted," he admits, his gaze flickering back to you.

“No no it’s okay, lots of people can’t read you know. Don’t be embarrassed”, you continue with your nonsense joke.

You pretend to look around, your eyes going around left and right as he shakes his head.

He shuts the book, setting it aside and turning his full attention to you as he pushes it away.

He turns his body towards you.

"You're a distraction," he teases, poking your side gently.

“Hey!” You exclaim, “you invited me to sit here”, you digress, poking him back.

He chuckles and dips his finger in a small pool of ink, swiping it on your nose, making you backup a bit and give him more room for defense.

You gasp at the sudden cool touch of pigment- and run after him as he walks over quickly to the books nearby.

“This is not fair at all!” You exclaim, watching him dodge your attacks with ease.

“That seems like a personal issue, yes?” He says as he walks deeper into what seems like a maze of shelves.

As you get more and more competitive- you finally land a hit on him: a decently sized dab of ink landing on his cheek.

As it lands you run off- not wanting another hit of solvent somewhere on your face.

But of course…to your disadvantage, you can’t necessarily outrun a vampire.

Easily, he catches up to you- pinning you against the bookshelf. He stands over you, his body caging you in, as he holds up his finger- ready to mark you with another proof of failure.

"No escape now," he teases, his hand slowly and tauntingly smearing ink around your chin.

You roll your eyes and chuckle- the both of you breathless from the chase.

He can feel your small breathes mingle with his- noticing your chest pressed up against his.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and suddenly the playful atmosphere shifts into something more intense.

He rubs your bottom lip- except you don’t feel anymore ink rubbing into you, just the touch of his skin, his eyes glued to your supple lips as you look at his gaze.

“Alucard…?” You whisper softly.

He doesn’t look at you, eyes still glued to your flushed cheeks and the staggered breathe that escapes from your mouth.

“Hm?” He responds, finally flickering his eyes up to look at you.

“Yes dear?”

As your eyes lock, you feel a force that only pushes you to an immeasurable distance into him- and he responds immediately.

As if endless moments of pining finally meet its destiny- the kiss is tentative at first, a slow exploration of each other's mouths.

He takes his time, wanting to savor every moment of this, wanting to make sure that you're comfortable and enjoying it too.

Your arms wrap around each there- Alucards large frame pressing you into the bookcases behind you as his hands hold your sides- your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

He groans softly at your hands on him, your tongue meeting his in a heated dance. He's surprised by how easily you fall into rhythm with him, how well your bodies seem to fit together.

He revels in the sounds you're making, the way your body trembles against his. He descends his kisses to your cheek and then neck- feeling your pulse racing under his lips. He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, his fangs scraping gently against your skin as he moves down to your collarbone- the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin absolutely electric.

Your fingers grip slightly at his hair, running through them as he lavishes your shoulder with his sweet kisses.

Your body starts to arch into his touch. His hands on your sides tighten, holding you in place- his breath heavy as he starts to speak between kisses.

“Stop me…please, please stop me if you don’t want this…Stop me, I won’t be able to stop myself.” He pleads, kissing up to your ear as his other hand snakes up to hold the side of your neck, pulling his face to look at you again, his aureate eyes piercing into yours.

You let out deep breathes from your nose, swallowing the lumps in your throat as your half lidded eyes meet his, nodding just enough to assure him before diving back into his lips.

He groans again at the feeling of your lips, his grip on your thighs tightening. He presses his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and to your neck once more. He can't resist the urge to mark you, his teeth meeting kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh.

“Alucard-“ You interrupt.

He growls against your neck, his teeth almost sinking into your skin just enough to leave a mark

"Yes, my dear?" he murmurs, his voice low and yearnful.

“You….can drink, if you want to.” You go on softly, seeing his eyes flicker with an immediate importance.

He lets out a shaky breath, his control hanging by a thread. He can feel his fangs lengthening, his body practically vibrating with need as he gulps.

"You shouldn’t say such things to a dhampir," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your pulse point once more.

He can feel your heart racing, the scent of your blood is enough for him to go mad- the sound of your blood that pumps through your veins sounding like the perfect symphony.

"Last chance to change your mind, y/n.” He murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

You shake your head, holding his chin and tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I want to feel it…feel you.”

Your words cause his self-control to shatter. He can't hold back any longer, the need to taste your blood overpowering everything else, any sense of responsibility or moral compass gone- your declaration of want is all it takes.

He sinks his fangs into your neck, a deep moan rumbling in his chest as the taste of your blood hits his tongue. You feel the two long needles puncture your skin smoothly- the pain quickly subsiding as you feel his lips plant themselves on your skin and his breathe blows kisses over your skin over and over- his chest puffing out as he gets closer and more greedy.

You felt his hands clutching at your waist as if his fingerprints could weld onto your skin like iron.

The pain and pleasure mingled, creating a heady cocktail that clouded your senses.

The room spun around you, the world narrowing to the sensations of his fangs in your skin and the blood leaving you and nourishing him, his heart pounding in sync with your own.

You felt his hardened length, insistent, pressing against your thigh, a silent testament to the desire coursing through him while the taste of your blood intoxicates him- the taste like ambrosia, all while he can feel your body trembling against his, can hear the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips.

He can smell your arousal, the scent driving him wild with desire. He drinks deeply, his tongue lapping at the puncture wounds on your neck to encourage the flow of blood.

His grip on you almost bruising as he grinds against you-feeling himself losing control, his body acting on pure instinct as he takes what he needs from you, as if you were providing him with life force.

He finally pulls back, his fangs leaving your neck as he looks at you- your blood on his lips staining them as if he devoured a mound of cherries.

You smear the droplet across the corner of his lip- the red hue replacing what was once ink, pressing your lips onto his.

He moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with

He carries you over to the nearest surface, which just so happens to be the desk you were just at. He sets you down on it, his body pressing against yours as he continues to kiss you hungrily and messily.

He chuckles against your lips, enjoying the way you groan as he pushes the books off the desk to make space for you. He lifts your hips slightly, grinding his hardness against you through the layers of fabric between you- growling in approval as you open your legs for him, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he presses himself against you even more.

He nips at your collarbone, his lips trailing down to your chest as he begins to unbutton your shirt with deft fingers.

“May I?” He asks before completing removing it at your confirmation.

He pushes your shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and leaving you exposed to him

"Gods, you're perfect," he murmurs, his hands moving to cup your breasts as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, your head tilting back as moans spills from your mouth- his tongue swirling around it before he gently nips at it with his teeth, the small remnants of your blood on his lips painting your chest in blotches.

His other hand moves to your other breast, his large hand almost completely covering it as he squeezes and kneads the soft flesh.

“Fuck-“ You groan, feeling his fingers tweaking at your sensitive buds while you feel him grinding even harder onto you his fingers trace patterns on your skin as he continues to worship your body.

Your fingers deftly unbutton his shirt, letting it fall open - his head perks back up to capture your lips once more.

Your hands trail down to his belt buckle.

He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your ear as he whispers

"Eager, are we?"

“Can you blame me…?”

"No," he murmurs. "Because I want you to be. I want you desperate and needy for me…burn for me, like I burn for you.” He groans against your ear, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and gripping your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt.

“Stay still”, he whispers, his voice much more playful now. “Let me check the rest of these wounds? Yes?” He mentions, slowly letting the tie of your skirt undo itself as he slides it down, humming in approval as you lift your hips for him.

His cold hands touch your bare skin and you almost flinch, but you welcome them.

“Draga mea…you’re stunning.” He groans, looking down to appreciate your skin under the moonlight seeping from the overhand windows of the library.

You feel the light seeping into your skin and more noticeably his hands becoming more

bold, more desperate, and daring. So are his kisses, descending down your neck to the valley of your breast, worshipping your skin as he kneels down to get on both knees while his face is met with your core- your cunt throbbing loud enough that his ears are sure to pick up on it.

He parts your thighs further, his hands gripping them tightly as he continues to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

He's close enough now that you can feel his hot breath on your aching core, but he's deliberately avoiding touching you where you need it most.

“Alucard…please-“

He looks back up at you, cutting you off before you can beg.

“Adrian. I need you to call me that now.” He says, placing a kiss on your core through the fabric.

“Okay?” He adds, waiting for you to nod before he slips the fabric off and finally darts his tongue out to tease the sensitive skin just above your clit, smirking into your folds when he heard your breathe hitch.

He moves his tongue down slightly, tracing around your clit.

He can see how wet you are, your arousal dripping down, tasting it.

He starts to lap at your clit, his tongue swirling around it in tight circles before dipping down to tease your entrance as your moans spill out, hand tangles in the his hair, gripping his golden strands and making him groan into you, eyes darting up to meet yours- lost in the taste and scent of you, completely consumed by the desire to make you feel good.

You feel your hands gripping tighter, the heavy cinch in your abdomen ready to snap.

Minutes that felt like hours of him reverently pleasing you- you tremble and gasp.

He doubles down his efforts, his tongue and lips working even harder to push you over the edge. He can tell you're close, your body trembling and your breath coming in short gasps

“Adrian- I’m-!” You whine, your legs loosening their clasps around his face as you cum on his tongue.

He groans loudly as you cum, his tongue eagerly lapping up every drop of your release. He doesn't stop, continuing to lick and suck at your sensitive flesh even as you ride out your orgasm.

He finally pulls back, his face wet with your juices as he looks up at you. “You’re so beautiful when you cum. I want to make you do it over, and over.” He said, rising up to his feet- resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his voice filled with raw emotion, lips brushing on your ear.

“What do I do to you?” You reply, pulling your head back to look up at him.

He gazes back down at you, his heart clenching at the sight of your innocent eyes. His hand cups your face, fingers tracing your supple face.

“You make me want things I never thought I could have. Things I don’t deserve." He admits, almost like confessing a sin to you, leaning in to kiss you again, pressing his lips against yours in a tender caress.

“I almost want to keep you here. Just for myself- look at how selfish you’ve made me, draga mea”. He speaks, a smooth accent painting his last words as he pecks kisses to your jaw, chuckling deeply as he feels your hands unbuckling his belt and letting it fall.

Both of your hands frantically pull at eachother- the innocent chuckles and soft kisses between the seconds it takes for him to undress and spread you apart- ready to give you the attention you need.

He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He looks into your eyes, his expression filled with desire and possessiveness

"Are you ready for me, love?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Are you ready to feel me inside you?"

“Yes- please, need more Adrian.” You plead.

He slowly pushes in, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate thrust.

He looks down at you, his eyes locked on your face as he watches your expression

"Relax for me, love," he murmurs, his hands stroking your thighs gently. "Let me in."

You nod, breathing in and out softly as he helps you and reassures you with soft words and gentle caresses.

“You’re doing so well, keep going for me. Breathe…Fuck- just like that.”

He can feel your body relaxing around him, allowing him to slide in further with each slow glide of his hips.

When he finally bottoms out, he feels your walls clenching down on him- making him bite down on his one lil til it bleeds.

The same blood hits your lips over and over on an tangle of kisses, his pace getting faster and more intense as he starts to lose himself inside you- his heart beating in sync with yours as he fucks you on the desk that starts to creak now.

“Fuck- it's so...” You groan, your stomach pooling with the same feeling just moments ago.

"So what, love?" he asks, his voice rough. "Tell me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me everything.”

You whine softly- felling each thrust hammer into you even deeper as he urges you to speak.

“So...fucking good...” You admit, wholeheartedly.

He shudders at your words, his cock twitching inside you. He nips at your ear, his breath hot against your skin

"My perfect little human," he groans, his hands roaming over your body- your walls tightening hearing him whisper to you.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he whispers again, his voice low and seductive. "Being told how perfect you are? Hm?”

You can’t reply even if you wanted to- and you most urgently did. Only whines and moans escape your lips.

He chuckles, his smirk widening as he sees the effect his words have on you

"You're such a good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "So beautiful, so sweet. I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight."

“So close- Adrian!”

He can feel your body trembling beneath him, your breathing ragged and uneven

“Come for me, darling” he whispers, his voice smooth and sickly sweetened. "I've got you. I'll take care of you."

You look up at him once more- your big pleading eyes grasping for a piece of his soul to gaze into.

Looking down at you again, his eyes meet yours. He's momentarily struck by the vulnerability and trust in your gaze, and it almost brings him to his knees completely.

"God, I love you," he whispers, his voice raw with emotion- almost as if he had no time to think before he spoke, as if it would change anything.

Your heart thumps, unable to tear your gaze away.

“A-Adrian-“ You moan out- his cock still pumping in and out of you and hitting every spot to make you cry out- ultimately making you spill all over him as you cum.

He lets out a shaky breathe feeling you release.

He’s never said those words out to anyone before, never dared to hope that he would ever feel this way at all.

He buries his face in your neck, his movements becoming more desperate as he clings to you, still going even as you’ve finished.

"Say it," he begs, his voice rough. "Please, say it. I need to hear it."

Your thighs twitch around his waist- overstimulated and sweaty, “love you…Adrian-! I love you…” You reply, clawing your nails at his back.

He groans into your neck, his own orgasm washing over him in a powerful wave.

"Oh, gods-" he gasps, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. He holds you tightly, his body shaking, licking at the wounds he planted on your neck from earlier, wanting to taste the crimson of your being, just a little more.

As the blood draws, each drop hitting his senses, he knows he is binded tightly to a world he cannot live in without your presence. His Affliction.

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[yhwhsdaughter]

Alucard Alphabet

Affection ༄

He is quite affectionate. Alucard’s heart softens at the mere sight of you, so it’s difficult to be anything but loving. He unconsciously lowers his voice when speaking to you so it comes out like a sweet murmur. He has this need to touch you, whether it be a protective hand on your shoulder or a sultry kiss.

Best friend ༄

The two of you would be inseparable. Alucard might seem uptight at times, but he’s always putting your best interests at heart. His help is available to you, always. He won’t hesitate to intervene in your stead should problems arise. Loves to listen as you tell him your worries and thoughts. Alucard stares so intensely into your soul as he does this, which is endearing but also a bit concerning.

Cuddles ༄

In your arms he wishes to stay for the rest of his days. Alucard wouldn’t bring up the desire to cuddle so you’d have to be the one to propose. He won’t admit to liking it, but it’s quite obvious and he won’t fight you on it. Alucard loves to embrace you when cuddling, preferably facing each other. Kisses your forehead often when cuddling. He also inhales your scent because it brings him peace.

Domestic ༄

Alucard absolutely yearns for normalcy. He wants the two of you to have a mundane life, full of domestic intimacy so bad. Alucard wishes for a time where you can be together, without having to worry about fighting the undead or risk losing you in the process. That said, he is perfect around the house; he cooks, cleans, and offers protection. Your cup will never be empty with him.

Ending ༄

He would try to keep things as civil as possible. Alucard wants an amicable separation—mostly to spare your feelings. He’s definitely hesitant about breaking up the memories you have constructed. There’s a bit of awkwardness in the process, for he’s not the most experienced with amorous relationships.

Fiance ༄

Alucard is so happy to be with you, so he’ll have no issue committing his every breath for your happiness. Having a life partner is honestly all he could’ve wished for. He will be a devoted and loving husband. Alucard would craft the most beautiful rings you’d ever seen. On the inside would be an inscription of his feelings for you, engraved in both your minds and hearts.

Gentle ༄

Would rather die a thousands deaths than ever hurt you. Alucard is a gentleman; he’ll tend to your needs, all of them, sometimes placing them above his. Because of his enhanced strength, Alucard will handle you carefully, almost like you’re made of glass. His touch is that of a feather, his voice like a ghostly whisper. Remind Alucard that even if he were to shatter you with his long sword and fangs, you would die a most pleasant death.

Hugs ༄

Will not ask for them explicitly, but he loves embracing you and being embraced. If he’s feeling particularly needy, Alucard will simply trudge towards you and do it. Now, his hugs are incredibly comforting, though they tend to be a bit heavy since he leans on you, his form draping over yours. He doesn’t want you to disappear, even for a moment.

I love you ༄

Alucard will say this spontaneously. It could be at a time where he’s feeling desperate or peaceful. Either way, the words will slip from his lips. This confession won’t be revealed till he’s sure you’re the one—meaning you’ll have to be patient because Alucard is showing opening his vulnerable heart to potential hurt.

Jealousy ༄

Oh, he gets jealous. I think it brings feelings of insecurity. Alucard might try to be subtle about it, he may even act suave about the whole ordeal, plastering a cocky expression over his statuesque-like face. Immediately, he will bury his face on the crook of your neck, fangs grazing your carotid gently.

Kisses ༄

Soft, desperate and forceful. Not in a bad way though, Alucard just needs to feel you… firmly. He gets carried away in your touch and embrace. It’s so addicting that if he were to miss your kisses for a day, he’ll go into a withdrawal. The most common places where Alucard will plant kisses is your lips, temple, neck, and the back of your hand. In return, he’ll want to be kissed on the jaw, the corner of his mouth, and the crook of his neck.

Little ones ༄

He likes to humor them. Alucard is surprisingly patient with children. He would be a great father; has a desire to form a family, whether it be biologically or adopted. He just wants to share that love and be loved.

Morning ༄

Quite peaceful. He would prepare breakfast so when you wake, a meal is already waiting. Alucard also likes to start the mornings by giving you small kisses, a reminder of his love and proof that you’re real, not a mirage or figment of his imagination. Evidence that you’re with him and he’s not lost himself. He likes to start the day slowly, not eager to do much without you.

Night ༄

He’s a creature of the night, somewhat. So if there’s a time where you can’t wander into the land of dreams, Alucard will keep you company. He’ll hold you in his arms and carry you to the top of Castle Dracula to admire the stars till he feels the weight of your head on his shoulder. Afterwards, Alucard will share your bed.

Open ༄

Um. He’s a bit closed off to be honest. Alucard’s story is complex, one that he doesn’t feel like repeating aloud. He loves to learn about you though—taking notes of all your favorites, dreams, as well as the things you hate. However, when you mention how it can be a bit unbalanced, Alucard will then sit you down and reveal his troubles. It’ll take time for him to tell you everything, but that’s fine because you’re not planning to go anywhere.

Patience ༄

Unlike with others Trevor, Alucard extends you his infinite patience. He might get exasperated but never angry. If we’re being quite honest, everything you do is adorable to him. You could be massacring a vampire and Alucard will have heart eyes, smiling proudly. Blame the beating organ inside his chest that threatens to jump out whenever he lays eyes on you.

Q ༄ Quizzes

You are always on his mind. Alucard reserves his best thoughts towards you, so he’ll remember everything. It’s unnerving, in a good way, how Alucard knows you so intimately.

R ༄ Remember

There’s so many precious memories that are stored in the vault that is his heart and mind; so if you were to ask him specifically what’d be his favorite moment in your relationship, he would probably answer with, “When I lay eyes on you.” So, all the time.

S ༄ Security | How protective is he? How would he protect you?

There’s no safer place than by his side, and in his arms, his embrace. Alucard would go to the ends of the earth for you. Your security, your safety, your well-being— it is all above everything. Albeit he fought against his father for trying to exterminate the world for his mother, Alucard would do the same for you.

T ༄ Try

No one like him would put this much effort into a relationship. He would get and arrange things to your liking but not so much that it would overwhelm you. It’s a bit endearing when he’s a bit awkward about certain aspects of being with you.

U ༄ Ugly

His lack of trust can be a bad habit of his. It’s not like he doesn’t trust you specifically, it’s just… well, in his defense, life hasn’t been kind to him. Because of this he might seem cold or detached, and quite depressive at times. Alucard, prior to you, tended to go off the deep end with ease, almost getting consumed by his thoughts.

V ༄ Vanity

For him its all about the heart, though it doesn’t hurt if you’re a beauteous woman. That said, Alucard finds you extremely captivating in every aspect. There was a time where he would constantly stare at your hands and face whenever you’d cook. He would get so entranced by your movements and expressions.

W ༄ Whole

You’ve attached yourself to his heart and soul. You’re ingrained in his being that any attempt at separation is painful. So, Alucard would very much feel incomplete without you in his life.

X ༄ X-ray

There’s no one that knows you more than him. He knows you like the back of his hand. He could sketch every piece of your face, down to the last hair, from memory alone.

Y ༄ Yuck

Don’t tie him up. Seriously. He loves you to no end and wouldn’t harm a hair on your pretty little self, but the idea of being tied would make him anxious, recalling bad memories. He’s entirely averse to causing you pain. He can’t bear to mark you purposefully—maybe only bites but that’s with explicit consent and once in a blue moon.

Z ༄ Zzz

He likes to sleep holding your hand, always facing you, never away. He’ll sleep on his back or facing you—Alucard doesn’t like to give you his back, wanting to fall asleep staring at you. For if he were to die before he wakes, he would want you to be the last thing he sees.

[iwashie]

𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝

🩸​ synopsis: At a party at the Hellsing mansion, you manage to satisfy your curiosity about the vampire that Integra keeps under lock and key.

🩸​ wc: + warnings: 5k- MDNI, NSFW content, f!reader, cunnilingus fingering, piv, crying, bites and marks, rough sex, breeding/creampie, 20+ characters. (also on ao3 and playlist )

Integra already had too many problems in her house, those fucking pigs demanding a party at her house, to have you, a successful woman and friend pestering her with your curiosity about the vampire she kept in the basement, for the safety of humans like you. You looked at her with your beady eyes shining, pouting and clasped your hands together, almost lying down on her desk.

She stared at you and sighed heavily, calling for a man who soon entered the room. “Take her to him and tell him not to break her. I want her back up here in one piece.”

The man nodded and you, alternating your gaze between the man and Integra, still surprised that she let you know her toy, hugged her and jumped out of the room before she changed her mind. You followed the tall man, probably a human, through the huge, endless corridors of the Hellsing mansion, both muted, just the clatter of your shoes against the stone floor and a few corner glances the man gave you as you two got lower and lower.

You were anxious. You felt your heart pounding in your throat and your sweaty hands trembling with each step you took, reaching the end of a dark corridor. The man stopped in front of a metal door and opened the various locks, opening the door and entering with you. You blinked a few times, trying to get used to the darkness of the place, just a small light illuminating a piece of that basement. You couldn’t see it, but something was there, the presence so strong in the air, pulling you deeper into the darkness.

“What do mere humans do here?” A loud and thick voice in a mocking tone echoed through the place, startling you, and suddenly a powerful light was present in the place, illuminating what seemed to be a room, a basement, and really a prison.

“Integra sent the human. She wants her whole up there and warned you not to break her.” The voice of the man behind you made you turn to see him walking away and closing the door, leaving you alone with the creature, laughing loudly.

You were alone with what would be the vampire of Integra; Now there was no turning back. All that was left for you to do was to continue until the end. You turned around again and saw the figure of a tall man in a red coat and hat, long black hair covering half of his face adorned by orange glasses and running down his shoulders, his hands crossed over his bent knees, the posture as if he were an emperor; The man smirked, showing his fangs, and you shivered, still amazed by the presence of that handsome man, a warmth spreading through your body along with the tingling and agitation of curiosity.

“What do you want down here in this beautiful, secluded basement next to a deadly creature while a safe, humane party takes place up there?” The voice echoed again through the stone walls, seeming to hit your entire body, making you vibrate from head to toe, still staring at that man. “Integra doesn’t send snacks...”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you saw the man’s smile widen as he lowered his head and stared at you over his glasses, reddish-orange eyes stuck on your figure. You swallowed hard and took a step forward, heading close to him; you knew that Integra’s pet would not attack without its owner’s orders. “Integra just let me solve my doubts about the vampire she keeps down here. That’s all...” You looked at the place, little decorated, just a coffin, the chair he occupied and a table with a bottle and glass filled with a strong red liquid, blood.

“No bed...” You whispered, approaching the coffin and inspecting the object. The man kept sitting in the same pose, letting you wander around his place, but you felt his eyes on you somehow.

The creature let out a laugh, making heat spread through your body as his deep voice sounded so close to your ear, making you turn around and see that he was still in the chair. “Vampires don’t sleep, human.”

“Never? Interesting, but this was already expected.” You said, walking back near him, your white dress swaying as you wandered around, stopping in front of the creature at a safe distance. “You don’t look like a vampire, you look like a normal three-five-year-old man...”

“And what exactly vampires should look like?” The man asked before bringing the glass to his lips and putting it back down without making a sound. You squinted at him, noticing that he was motionless, no sign of breathing. “Like deadly monsters showing their fangs to anyone and attacking all humans?"

You shrugged. “Maybe. Your reddened eyes prove you are not just any handsome man.” You noticed his eyes became redder and when he took his glasses out, showing them in full, you lost yourself in the intensity of the red, letting babbling escape. “Powers... Do you have powers?”

You heard the man laugh quietly and before you knew it, you were in the doorway, about to hit the metal. You startled, looking back at where you had been minutes before and now you were here. The man, still sitting, smiled and raised his gloved hands. “What do you think, human?” Before you could answer, the man got up and disappeared from your sight, appearing on your right side and disappeared as soon as you turned around, disappearing from the room completely.

“I recognize your smell, human. You were already countless times here in the mansion. You’re a friend of Integra, one of her few friends. I thank you for that, but you shouldn’t abuse her friendship or play detective with her pet. It can be dangerous, human.”

His voice echoed through the room, but he was nowhere to be found, making you run your eyes over the empty place, your breathing quickening and a mix of sensations growing inside you. You were alert when you heard him say the word you had thought of. Could he...?

“Oh yes. I read thoughts. I know exactly what you came down here to do.” You felt his voice in the back of your neck and turned around, finding nothing. The creature, showing itself to be really a vampire, fascinated you with that. It was amazing how he was all over the place, but he wasn’t. You were vibrating, your mind racing in a million thoughts. “I admit, you are a brave human and... very curious for a mere mortal.”

The creature was sitting back in the chair, and you approached in quick steps, pausing as you noticed the creepy, almost predatory smile on its lips. “Many say that I am not like other women. Integra also thinks so, so we are friends.” The creature nodded and didn’t take its reddened eyes away from you. Those eyes seemed to pull you closer, alternating your gaze between the vampire’s eyes and mouth.

“Alucard.” The man, Alucard, answered the question, asked inside your head. You pulled back a bit when you heard his voice echoing inside your head, answering several questions you had in the most animalistic way possible. He was amused by watching you widen your eyes and falter your steps when given detailed information about the taste of blood and how it killed and fed.

You swallowed, thinking about the question he asked inside your head. No, you wouldn’t give up now, right now that you were so close to solving your doubts about the creature.

Alucard laughed loudly and changed his position in the chair, his red eyes watching you intently, as if you were his prey. “You still don’t leave, do you?”

You nodded weakly, torn between approaching or staying at the distance you were possibly safe. You felt your body react strangely, your insides screamed to run out of that place, that that man in front of you could tear you apart in the blink of an eye, but that was electrifying, that fear coursing through your veins, your body trembling in alert and the form of a creature feared by all, capable of anything not humanly possible.... You were tempted to go all the way.

“My main doubt, Alucard, as you already know, is whether vampires have blood circulation or not, whether they can sustain an erection...” You began, letting the rest of the sentence die in the air, getting lost in the violent images that appeared in your mind; images of Alucard fighting and killing.

You got lost inside your own head, bothered by those images and the amount of blood that flooded your head. You came back to reality when you heard the loud laughter, trying to focus the blurry vision on the man standing in front of you, very close to you. You were no longer distant from him; you were too close, in front of the small table, stuck between him and the table. You saw him rise, his body covering yours as he took off his hat and lowered himself to the level of your face, making you cringe.

“I smell fear and... horniness.” Alucard pinned you against the small table, his arms caging you as he brought his face closer to yours. “Are you horny, human?”

You swallowed, squinting and trying to control your breathing, almost moaning when you heard his voice so close to your ear. “I don’t deny that the idea of knowing how you are-“

“Having sex with a vampire?” He corrected your speech, creating more space for him between your legs.

“Yeah, have sex with a vampire. With you, in this case, is extremely exciting.” You ended the sentence with a little sly smile, which did not go unnoticed by the vampire. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back when he brushed his nose against your neck.

“I can kill you...” He whispered against your warm skin, humming as he felt your pulse racing beneath his lips.

You sighed heavily, tilting your head to give him more space and feel the icy lips playing with your neck. “Still want you…”

Alucard laughed softly against your skin, the warm air chilling you and making your corset-breasted chest rise and fall quickly, drawing the attention of the bright red eyes as he pulled away from you.

“Humans really are such fascinating creatures.” The red eyes circled every corner of your face, searching for something other than the expression of pleasure mixed with longing, but he found nothing.

Alucard smiled widely, showing the row of white teeth and the pointed fangs that at any moment could carve your body open, and skirted your swollen lips with his gloved thumb, playing with you.

“Don’t forget that it was you who wished for this, dear.” Alucard hummed, still playing with your lips, and you nodded quickly, sliding the tip of your tongue down his finger. “Great. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such an interesting human companion.”

You had to rest your hands on the small table so as not to fall backwards when Alucard advanced on you, pinning your neck with one hand and with the other pulling your exposed thigh through the dress, squeezing the flesh with desire.

“Oh, my God..” You moaned heavily against his mouth, feeling electricity run through your body and focus in the middle of your spread legs to accommodate Alucard’s enormous figure.

“God, no, dear. Me.” Alucard kissed you in a hurry, pressing your lips to move the way he wanted and forcing his tongue in, earning a muffled moan as he explored your mouth and pulled you closer to him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you; the two almost lying on the table as you kissed each other eagerly.

Alucard’s gloved hands explored your body, squeezing and scratching every corner of exposed skin for him to take advantage of and mark the way he wanted.

He let out a grumble when you bit and sucked on his lower lip, returning to kiss you with desire, feeling the strong taste of iron from the blood he had drunk earlier. Neither of you stopped the kiss, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues, swallowing saliva and muffled moans.

You moaned loudly against his mouth as you felt his bulge pressing against your intimacy, pressing your legs against his waist and rubbing against him. “Alucard...”

He smiled against your swollen lips and went down, tracing wet kisses down your neck until he reached the neckline of the dress, sucking a part of one of your breasts that went up and down quickly. You trapped a hand on his long, black strands, pressing him against the warm skin that was mistreated with bites and hickeys, making you moan and roll against his waist for more contact.

Alucard ran his hands around your body over the dress and kneaded your breasts, happy with the way they molded themselves in his caresses. He tore your dress, freeing your marked breasts and went back to delighting in you.

“Ngh... Alucard... slowly...” You grumbled, pulling his strands away from your sensitive body, but it was useless since he had much more strength and continued to suck one breast, rotating his large tongue through the areola and distributing bites throughout the region. “Alucard, please... Ah!”

Alucard moved away slightly, making you grumble at the lack of contact and half-open your eyes, finding him staring at you coldly with those red ruby eyes and his mouth glistening with saliva. He continued squeezing your breasts, admiring the teeth marks he left and moved closer to your face, brushing his nose against yours. “You asked for it, human.”

Those words, almost a threat, should make you want to run away, have extreme fear, but it only excited you more, sending horniness directly to your already wet pussy. You arched your back as you felt Alucard’s mouth back on your body, intensifying the bites and hickeys.

It was painful, and you writhed underneath him, grabbing and pulling what you could of him away, but you also wanted more of that feeling, rubbing against his pelvic and feeling the bulge forming. You moaned loudly, squeezing around nothing and feeling how wet you were.

Alucard stopped, satisfied with mistreating your breasts and pulled away to face you, almost lying over the table, red, panting and marked by him. He smiled sadistically and slid his hands through the folds of your dress, uttering a grumble as he found your thighs and caressed them.

You grunted as you felt his gloved hands rising near the place you needed Alucard most, and shuddered as he ran his thumbs lightly over your intimacy.

“You smell aroused, human...” He hummed, inhaling more of your scent near your neck and ran his tongue over the area while his hands remained under your dress, playing with the insides of your legs. “I wonder what your taste will be, human. Will it be as good as your sly moans calling me as you rub against me?”

You hang your head back, biting your lower lip as you felt his big toe pressing your clitoris over the fabric and rolling over for more sensation.

“So needy...” Alucard blew into your ear and laughed softly as you grabbed his arms and held back your moans. “Do you want me that much, human?”

You pulled your head away from his lips, fighting the urge to receive more caresses, and rested your head on your shoulders, staring at the red eyes that devoured you. You smiled languidly and even though you knew you were entering much more dangerous terrain, but couldn’t help it, you said, “Why don’t you find out how much I need you and what I taste like by eating me, huh?”

Alucard laughed out loud, incredulity and interest growing inside him, and showed his white teeth shining in the low light of the room, approached your mouth and whispered against it. “You don’t know the danger you’re in by not controlling this sassy human mouth.”

You were about to make another sassy comment, but Alucard’s large hands, held around your waist, pulled you sharply to the edge of the table, forcing you to lie down on the small surface while he lifted the layers of fabric until it exposed your bottom.

Alucard hissed at the sight of the thin, wet piece that covered your pussy. You felt embarrassed by the exposure and closed your legs, causing Alucard to click his tongue in disapproval and spread your legs again tightly, his gloved hands squeezing the soft insides.

“You’d better keep those legs wide open...” Alucard kept his bright red eyes locked in yours as he slowly took off your panties, sliding his hands down the sides of your thighs. The white fangs shone in the crooked smile that formed when he saw your pussy waiting to receive his attention.

You heard your heart pounding in your ears, and Alucard listened too, utterly glad that he was the reason you were so nervous; scared and horny simultaneously. The way your warm blood ran through your veins made Alucard control himself so as not to get into trouble for Integra.

“Alucard...” You drove your head back, squeezing your fingers on the edge of the table as he ran two gloved fingers through your folds, opening them up and spreading your liquid all over your pussy. Your quickening breathing and muffled mumbling escaped as he increased the caress, circling your bud with his thumb and two fingers at your entrance. “Alu-Ngh!”

Alucard laughed out loud as he felt you squeezing the tips of both fingers inside you, trying to get more of those long, nimble fingers. He withdrew his fingers and moved his hand up towards your mouth. It took you a while to understand what he wanted, but you bit the tip of the glove, holding it and he pulled his hand out, showing the large hand marked at the top; You wanted to know what that symbol was, but he probably wouldn’t tell.

You saw Alucard kneel, his hands clasping your legs apart, closing in on your pussy, throbbing and dripping wet for attention. “Keep your legs open and make good use of this little mouth, human. No one will listen to you here....”

That feeling of dread ran down your spine, stopping at the base of your back and dissolved into a loud moan as you felt Alucard breathing against your pussy and his tongue licking from bottom to top, circling and sucking your clit in slow movements, repeating the action all again.

“Ah! Alu-Ngh!” You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in you, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as he stuck his long tongue inside you, working in quick back-and-forth motions. “Alucard! Oh! Fuck... Ah!”

Alucard smiled and rubbed his face against your wet pussy, diving two fingers inside you and working them together with his tongue, making you grab the table with one hand and bring the other to his black strands, pulling his face against you as you rolled on his face, increasing the pleasure.

Your loud moans echoed in the small room along with the wet noises of Alucard’s mouth sucking and licking your pussy, moaning against you, adding sensations to the pleasure you felt.

“Alucard... Oh! I... Ngh...” You squeezed your legs around his head, feeling that you were close to cumming in his mouth, which swallowed your liquid with pleasure, but he stopped sucking you at the same moment he parted your legs with force.

You grumbled in protest, panting and red, your spread legs shaking under his grip and your pussy gushing liquid that ran down your ass and dirtying the table as much as you smeared his shiny face.

“Splendid, human.” His hoarse voice echoed, and you shivered, trying to keep your eyes open to appreciate the figure of the vampire approaching. “As tasty as blood. Perfect.”

He brushed his moist lips with your liquid against yours and pulled away before you kissed him, following behind his lips, being stopped by the hand on your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Alucard, please...” You whispered with your eyes closed, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat and his waist rubbing against you, the bulge of his pants fitted to your pussy, sending pleasure all over your body. “Please...”

“Hmm?” Alucard had fun with you, driving you crazy just to hear you beg. “Please, what human?”

You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into the thick red coat and rolled against him, synchronizing the waist movements. “I need you...”

“Use your mouth decently, human.” You went up one hand to his cheek, caressing the cold skin and slid the other into the bulge of his pants, squeezing and rubbing, making him suck his breath.

“I want you to fuck me, Alucard.” You saw the flaming ruby red eyes and the sadistic smile widening.

“Your wish is my command.” Alucard unzipped and his hurried hands slid down the pants he was wearing, unleashing what you wanted so much.

You stopped for a while, amazed at that; a big hard cock of a vampire. You alternated your gaze between Alucard’s cock and eyes, not knowing what to do with the information.

“Why so surprised? Isn’t that what you wanted, human?” Alucard took your hand and took it to his own cock. “You can play it at will.”

You looked at him and his cock, moistening your lips and started masturbating him, feeling the weight, the softness and the warmth. You had so many questions simultaneously that you wanted that enormous cock inside your mouth, inside you fucking you.

“Are you not dead?” Alucard laughed out loud, the laughter vibrating inside him and on the walls of that room. You looked up, still working your hands on the hot, throbbing cock. “How is it possible?”

“Don’t worry that little head too much, human.” Alucard now understood why Integra let you wander around his room; You were just as curious as she was at the beginning of their alliance. You really were a very curious friend.

“I’m dead. I’ve died three times, but I’m not completely dead...” Alucard fit in between your legs, making you rub his cock in your pussy, both moaning with the sensation. You fitted the head of his cock to your entrance and intertwined your legs around his waist when you felt the tightness of his gigantic hands on your waist and his voice in your ear. “I’ll show you how dead I am.”

You moaned loudly, hanging your head back, your hands squeezing Alucard’s shoulders, feeling his big, thick cock making room inside your hot, small insides. You felt him spreading through your body, your stomach tightening as he settled completely inside you. You blinked bewildered, your open mouth stammering, drawing a laugh from Alucard, who was waiting for you to get used to it.

“Alucard... You are so big.. hot...” You sighed against his face, feeling Alucard heavy, hot, big inside you, shaping your pussy into the shape of his monster cock. “You’re so alive...”

Alucard let out a sneer, pulling you by the waist until he pressed you against him, going deeper inside you, making you moan, squinting in pleasure. “You don’t know how much, human...”

Alucard moved calmly, dragging his cock out and inside you, feeling every spasm of your pussy, squeezing and sucking him, wanting more than he was giving you. You whimpered, pressing against him, feeling empty every time he left and completely full when he entered, opening you in the middle and crawling through your gummy walls until you reached your cervix, making you sob the moan.

“Alucard... More... I want more...” You sighed softly, barely feeling your strength as he played with you, testing how far you could take in that mess, feeling him filling you to the last.

“I’ve barely begun to appreciate you, human.” Alucard mocked you, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he smiled. He was controlling himself not to increase the pace, thrusting deep inside you, taking out every kind of sound and reaction that your human body could make to feed his animalistic side. You had no idea how much he wanted to fuck you like an animal, put you on all fours and thrust his cock hard and fast, going deeper and deeper inside you, molding your pussy into his shape for you to never forget. “You have no idea how long I haven’t felt a human warmth squeezing me, molding itself around me, moaning my name, and delighting themselves with my fuck...”

“I’m going to enjoy every second of this, human.” Alucard’s voice and laughter echoed in your head with the wet noises of your pussy swallowing his cock and the moans you both let out for some time. You couldn’t remember how many times Alucard had you in that, begging him to go faster and deeper as you were close to cumming and felt his lips on every part of your body, but he would stop when you were near the apex and start all over again, going slower and slower.

“Alucard... Ngh... Ah...” Your voice came out hoarse and flawed, barely able to keep up with the immense pleasure your body felt when Alucard was fucking you slowly, widening your soaked pussy and playing with your swollen clitoris, both red and begging for relief. You felt Alucard enjoying every reaction you had, his body shaking as you melted into pleasure and whimpering, completely messed up by him. “Alu-Ah.. Alucard... Please...”

Alucard brought his face closer to yours, rubbing himself against your sweaty red skin, slowly going in and out of you, almost falling off the table, and held your waist forcing you to feel him pulsing inside you, his cock getting heavier and heavier and inside you, seeming to consume himself with you. “Hmm? What did you say, human?”

You shuddered as you felt Alucard’s tongue licking from your throat to your mouth, forcing his long tongue into the cavity and exploring it, savoring your moans and the salty taste of tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling the long black strands and kissed him with the same intensity, as if you were bewitched by that vampire, awakening from the deep stupor that was minutes ago and rubbing against him, going at the pace you so badly needed.

You were panting when you parted, noticing that the vampire didn’t need air as much as you did. He could go on for hours and have you completely destroyed... You shivered and involuntarily squeezed Alucard’s cock when you finally assimilated the words he had spoken long ago before he started that. Having those flaming ruby eyes focused fully on you as Alucard’s smile grew, feeding on the fear that settled inside you.

“What did you want, human?” Alucard’s thick voice echoed throughout the room, making you tremble more and you felt helpless, small and humanly fragile in front of the immense vampire on top of you. “What’s wrong? Did the cat eat your tongue, or did you finally realize the situation you’re in?”

You were panting, your exposed and marked chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands trembling on the vampire’s body, who was amused by the growing fear inside you. You were sure that the color of his eyes was more vivid than when you entered that room, just like when he gave you a brief sample of his powers.... Alucard was using his powers on you.

You swallowed, throat trembling as much as the rest of you, drawing Alucard’s watchful eyes to the region, watching him take a deep breath as he smiled more... almost like an animal. You took a deep breath and brought your trembling hands to the vampire’s cold chin, squeezing and bringing him closer to you. You were so scared of everything here, but the incredible feeling of having Alucard inside you, pulsing as hot and alive as you, was greater than the desire to give up, screaming for help. “Don’t use your powers on me, vampire. I know very well what I want.” Alucard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by you and waiting for your response.

“I want you to let me cum with your cock inside me and cum too, filling me to the brim...” You ran your eyes over the vampire’s expressionless face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for the vampire’s reaction.

Alucard smiled widely, his eyes softening, returning to the red of before, his face seeming to glow as if it were an angel in your grip. “As you wish, human...” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling away and slid out of you, making you sigh heavily and squeeze around nothing, all your liquid running down your red, swollen pussy, missing Alucard’s big, thick cock.

He slid you off the table calmly and gently, still smiling in that angelic way, and turned you with your back to him, his figure standing out as he slid his hands down your sides and stopped at your waist with a firm grip. You were anxious, feeling his hands pull the fabric up, exposing your ass and trembling legs.

He was so calm as he took off your sweaty dress; the piece ending up in some corner of the dark room, and lined up back in your entrance, pinning you against his stone body, running his hands up your body and cradling your breasts as rubbed his face against your neck. You clasped your hands on the edge of the table, waiting nervously for his actions, his calmness making you more frightened than when he looked like an animal.

You held your breath as you felt him inhale your scent and shivered at his words. “Don’t break, human. Integra wants you back up there.” You froze as you listened to his words, remembering them coming out of Integra’s mouth and the man who brought you here.

Alucard penetrated you hard, taking your breath out and pushing you against the table, going in and out of you the way you begged so much before having you squint and open your mouth, calling loudly for the vampire, who smiled sadistically again. One hand of Alucard’s went up to your neck, tilting your head to the side and lightly squeezing the region and the other slid into your belly, pressing where the head of his cock appeared on your belly, making you moan sly and wince in his grip.

“Do you feel me here?” He pressed more on your belly, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and soften against him, feeling his cock going deep and hitting all the points that made you see stars and squeeze around him. “Oh, honey, you don’t know how good you are, squeezing me like that and melting with my touches... Your blood boiling in your veins, so inviting...” Alucard rubbed his nose on your neck, giving a wet kiss to the region.

You could barely register what he said, lost in the pleasure that flooded your body with the deep and quick thrusts, making your stomach turn and you whimper loudly, wanting much more. “Alucard.. Ngh! Ah! Alu-Ah!” You wrapped a hand around his hand on your belly, digging your nails into the cold skin, feeling your legs tremble as that warmth in your belly tightened.

“Alucard, I’m going-Ngh! I...” Alucard grumbled against your neck, still going in and out of you hard and fast, having you jump into his arms. “I’m going to cum... please... Alucard...!”

His bottle and glass of blood fell off the table, breaking as it shattered on the floor as soon as you were bent on top of the hard surface, standing on tiptoe to keep up with the rhythm of Alucard’s thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper, pushing you to the limit of the pleasure you felt. You swayed by the small table with Alucard’s brutality inside you, scratching at the wood while squinting and mumbling a few words and moans, tightening tighter and tighter around him, trying to trap the cock inside you.

Alucard laughed loudly, feeling you squeezing and sucking him more and more, your thighs shaking violently and little toes curling. “Greedy...”

“Alucard... Alucard, please...” You gasped in a moan as you felt his hand on your clit, playing with the nerve at the same intensity he thrusted into you, making you scream and cum on his cock, your liquid gushing between his thrusts, dirtying his cock and clothes.

“That’s right. Good girl, cum on my cock.” Alucard’s calm, sultry voice guided you through your orgasm while he was still playing with your body, overstimulating you; your body barely holding on. Alucard slid a hand up on your back, shivering you, and tangled in your messy strands, pulling your head and spine back up. He leaned up to your ear and whispered, “Pussy so good... I’m going to fuck this pussy until I fill you with my cum. Do you want me to fill you with my cum, human?”

You nodded as you could, tired, overstimulated and eager to have the reason that took you to that basement and let yourself be fucked by that creature. You, still curious and barely formulating thoughts and sentences, babbled one of your countless doubts about the vampire. “Can you-Ngh! Ah, fuck… Get someone pregnant... Oh! Alucard!”

Alucard raised an eyebrow, surprised by your questioning because he really didn’t know, had never tried this. His sadistic smile widened, showing the row of pointed teeth, and continued to move in that animal rhythm, almost making you pass out. “Why don’t we figure this out together now?”

Alucard scraped the fangs on your neck, taking out a trickle of blood and licked the liquid, delighting in the taste and came inside you after a deep thrust, lost in pleasure, almost reaching the kingdom of heaven that was forbidden to him in the first life, having you folded for him on the table and moaning loudly, shivering and filled with the hot liquid flowing inside your pussy. He let go of you like a doll and came out of you, watching you shudder violently and his thick cum leak out of your hole, run down your thighs, the table and dripping on the floor.

Alucard whistled loudly and smiled when he saw the scene, completely satisfied with what he had done.

You blinked strongly, trying to stay awake and normalize your breathing, feeling your whole body on fire and throb in pain. You felt Alucard’s hands lifting you carefully and turning you towards him, the ruby red eyes flaming as he brushed off the hair stuck to your face by sweat and caressed your face with his long cold fingers, you smiled minimally at him, letting yourself soften in the vampire’s embrace, which remained impeccable.

You saw him pull his pants down to his ankles and sit in his chair, pulling you by the hand to the middle of his legs, kneeling in front of him, noticing his still hard, throbbing and dirty cock at the base with your cum. You looked up at the vampire’s face, seeing him smile sadistically and bring you closer to his cock with one hand and the back of your neck. “Our party only ends when I say so, human.”

@iwashie 2024, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Funny part 2 to Alucard promising s/o just one more baby, but it turns out they're pregnant with twins cue s/o glaring at Alucard with him wearing his most shit eating grin.

A/n: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

Alucard had promised—sworn on his immortal soul, even—that it would just one more baby, one more adorable child.

And yet, here you two were, sitting in the dim glow of the library, the sound of soft baby gurgles filling the air as Jonathan and Lilith happily rolled around on the plush rug. Meanwhile, you sat in your chair, arms crossed over your very pregnant belly, glaring absolute daggers at the smug vampire lounging across from you.

Alucard, in all his centuries-old, bloodthirsty, chaos-loving glory, was practically radiating mischief. He rested his chin on his hand, crimson eyes glinting with amusement as he smirked—no, grinned—at you.

“Oh, darling,” he purred, stretching out his long legs with infuriating ease. “You seem troubled.”

“Troubled?” you echoed, your voice dangerously low. “You swore. You promised me just one more. And yet, here I am, five months pregnant… with twins.”

His grin widened. “I don’t see the issue.”

“The issue is that I trusted you!” You jabbed a finger in his direction. “And now I’m carrying another set of twins while these two are still figuring out how to chew on their own feet!”

"My Queen....it as not if I can will twins into existence." Alucard hummed as he let his gloved hand grasp yours own gentle bringing it to his lips.

As at that moment, as if on cue, Lilith successfully got her tiny foot into her mouth, cooing in triumph while Jonathan drooled on his sister’s hand.

Alucard still holding your hand gently and utterly unrepentant, let out a deep chuckle. “You should know better than to trust a vampire, my love.” He lifted a brow, utterly delighted by your growing frustration. “But, come now—aren’t you excited? Twice the little ones, twice the fun.”

“Twice the diapers,” you shot back. “Twice the midnight feedings. Twice the chaos, Alucard!”

His smirk never wavered. In fact, he looked even prouder. “Ah, yes. Our legacy grows,” he mused dramatically, waving a hand. “A small army of half-vampire offspring, destined to strike fear into the world.”

“They’ll be striking fear into my sanity,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Oh, beloved,” Alucard sighed, his voice full of mirth as he reached for your hand, pressing a teasing kiss to your knuckles. “Admit it—you love it.”

You narrowed your eyes, unyielding. “The only thing I love right now is the idea of making you handle all four of them when they start crying at once.”

Alucard merely laughed, absolutely delighted. “Oh, my dear, that is a challenge I gladly accept.”

Jonathan suddenly let out a loud, bubbly giggle. Lilith followed suit, smacking the floor with her tiny hands.

You sighed, shoulders slumping. Damn him. Damn that stupid handsome face and his ridiculous vampire genetics that somehow kept making you pop out twins.

“…You’re changing every single diaper,” you muttered.

Alucard grinned. “Deal.” Because if anything, Alucard would do anything for you and his little ones.

[just-some-user-hunny]

~ Vladcard is a striking being. There's something heavy to him. Something ancient. The true form of Alucard. Despite being the form of his youngest years, this is him from a time from his oldest memories. An infamous warlord. Armour and sword slick with the blood and tears of his enemies and own people. A name- a legend.

~ There's something that separates Alucard from Dracula. A somberness to him- stoic and grounded. They are both cruel in their respective way, but the difference is stark. Alucard is playful and sadistic- like a cat toying with a half-dead mouse. Dracula is more serious with his cruelty. There's no playfulness or casualness to him. He commits his acts with reason. With intent. No matter how trivial or cold they may be.

~ Dracula is more tender and doting. Whatever semblance to warm humanity that dwells within him shines through for you. Fond, warm looks are often cast upon you whenever you are within eyesight- a slight smile content on his lips as he dotes on you like an ancient wise stag over his little doe. A shielding presence that dwarfs you with his sturdy armoured form, swallowing you up in steel and a blood red cloak.

~ He's beyond gentle with you- Alucard has always been gentle with you, but he's not practiced in the art of touch or affection. Dracula is, however. Often you'll find him offering his imposing gauntlet for you to take, tucking you close under his arm and cape to keep you close with him. He also has a tendency for being more outwardly affectionate. Cupping the nape of your neck and lightly caressing the skin there with armoured fingers, or lightly stroking your cheek with his knuckle. Peering down at you with such devotion and passion it leaves you shy.

~ He is incredibly indulgent with you. Whilst teetering on the edge of an intimidating and sweet figure of staggering authority, he's very patient with you. Purring to you with his thick dulcet voice, his accent is suave and pretty to your ears- and he knows it very well. Often complimenting you and chiming the odd pet name here and there- not much different from your usual Alucard. Draga Mea... Luna vieții mele... And he'll smile at you fondly whenever you show him that endearing confused expression on your face at his words, which are obviously foreign to you. His sweet human.

~ There is one thing that has seemed to remain the same however, and that is his keenness to show off. He lathers up your praise, either it be compliments or words of astonishment. He laps it up like a greedy cat, pressing your palm to his cheek and keeping it there. Each little compliment or curious remark rewarded with a stubbly kiss to your palm.

I feel I may have fallen a little short here. Hopefully I think of some more stuff for Vladcard, because really he's so cool. I'd love to hear your guys thoughts and headcanons of him!!! <3

[gay-dorito-dust]

Alucard, currently froathing at the mouth, feral: RAARGH

Reader, decides to match energy: Rawr

Reader, not an ounce of hesitation before biting down on Alucard gloved hands: nyoom♡

Integra, exasperated: There's two of now shi-

Integra is so fucking done with the both of you. The shit she’s seen against her will is baffling, she’s honestly extremely close to sedating you or something so that you wouldn’t indulge Alucard on his more feral tendencies.

Alucard could be growling in your face, his eyes wide with chaos and an animalistic look within them, fangs on full display as he towers over you as though he’ll tear you apart, but you’re over here smiling like a love sick idiot as you cup his face in your hands and giving his cheek a little nibble.

You’re so unserious it fucking hurts and Alucard would be a little confused for a split second, before he reciprocated this behaviour by lightly nibbling your wrist with his fangs; it actually tickles!

Integra wants to go home, she really does because what the fuck is wrong with you both- she needs a break, desperately and urgently because she doesn’t know how much more of you and Alucard matching the others freak she could honestly take.

Seras on the other hand finds it adorable, a match made in heaven between the two of you. Integra needs her to stop encouraging you with Alucard and flooding your head with delusions, however Seras would just only make it more evident that she loves seeing these kinds of interactions beteeen the two of you.

If a love like yours and Alucard didn’t exist then Seras would be less to believe that true love doesn’t exist.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Head empty, only cuddling with Alucard. I just know, I can feel that cuddling him would be so comfortable. I bet he gives the best cuddle and hugs, y'all have to trust me in this lol

Alucard's coffin was surprisingly spacious and comfy, lined with velvet as deep and rich as the night itself. The air inside was cool, almost eerily so, yet you found it oddly comforting, wrapping tightly your blankets around you. You lay there, your head resting against Alucard’s chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breath as he was on the verge of yet another dreamless sleep.

His arm was wrapped possessively around your waist, holding you close as if you might vanish at any moment, he always held you like this, like if you were ash falling through his fingers, disappearing on the wind. You suppose it's his own way of telling you that he love and miss you.

Alucard’s other hand trace slow, lazy patterns along your spine, a silent reminder that you were his. His to protect, his to cherish — and, most dangerously, his to possess. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t pull away. You were safe here, enveloped in his shadow, where nothing could harm you… Except perhaps him. But you knew that he wouldn't do that. You have know this for months.

But even as the thought crossed your mind, you couldn’t help but relax into his embrace. His touch was both a silent promise, a deadly warning, and despite everything, you found yourself drifting off, your eyelids closing slowly, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breath, the quiet beat of his ancient heart. You fell asleep knowing that, in his arms, you were both the safest and the most vulnerable you had ever been.

[bunnyluvx]

hii could you write castlevania nocturne alucard x fem!reader💗maybe the reader is a vampire or speaker/witch

enchant me, lover. ♡

featuring: adrian fahrenheit ţepeş / alucard x f! vampire, speaker & witch! reader.

summary: you're stargazing with your husband, and he doesn't get the chance to wish on a shooting star. you know just what will cheer him up.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. i made the line dividers, so please don't use them. | support divider: @cafekitsune | wc: 2.3k | ao3

tags: fluff | hurt/comfort | domestic fluff | one-shot | stargazing | established marriage

a/n: i'll do you one better, friend, and combine ALL OF THEM!! >:D i'm trying to make my way through my requests, so there will be lots of castlevania stuff for awhile! this is set a couple of years before adrian left to track sekhmet. i hope that i did you justice, anon, and please enjoy, dear friends!!

date started: 7:08PM, february 16th, 2025. date finished: 8:45PM, february 25th, 2025.

The moon cloaks itself amidst the twilight to leave room for the stars to illuminate the sky. Thousands gather closely together to observe the night's events, and whisper gossip that the breeze tells them. A castle, tall enough to hold the heavens and older than most museums, resides within the forest. Its worn stone enjoys the scenery's tranquility, and the surrounding wildlife serves as a reminder of its reason for standing.

There are two occupants in this castle; The legendary Alucard, A.K.A Adrian Țepeș, and you, his lovely wife. You have been married for almost two-hundred years, and there is nothing that you would change about the life that you have built together. You both enjoy travel, so the adventures that you go on together are eternally endless. Adrian has solidified himself into your soul, and he is part of you that you never wish to do without. In moments where you felt like you couldn't go on, his face came to mind and you remembered just how strong you are.

Adrian knows that the connection that you share will last far beyond the relevance of your immortal lives. Not even at the chance of death will your love's resilience waver, for it is a force stronger than any enemy that you have vanquished together. If you were not in his life, then he would not laugh, smile, ponder or explore as much as he has in your company. Adrian Țepeș is not a man who fears much, but the idea that plagues his mind into restlessness is how much darker his world would be without you in it. Imagining a reality where he lives without your rants about all of the things that he wouldn't think twice about, paired with its angelic echo chanting off of the walls of your home would send him into madness, if not for the comfort of your body lying asleep by his side in your shared bed.

Every day that you spend together is a day that you both cherish, and today has felt particularly special. From dawn 'til dusk, you walked through the forest and discovered things that you hadn't noticed before; The different flowers blooming within the grass or unfamiliar streams, for instance. You have lived in this area for some time now, yet when journeying with Adrian, all sorts of new encounters appeared. It was very fulfilling to wander out with him to see what awaited you.

Now, your exciting day has come to a close, and both of you agreed that the best way to wind down before bed was to stargaze together. You stand on one of many bridges of the palace, your hands resting on the cold stone railing while your eyes sparkle just as brightly as the stars you stare at. Adrian stands not far behind you, a smile gracing his pale lips as he admires the great darkness above. Every once in awhile, he will look back at you and treasure the warmth that pools within his chest. Your joy while looking up at the stars is more beautiful than any twinkling light in the sky, and if he spent his night watching you like this instead, then he would be just as content.

Occasionally, you'll point out an exceptionally bright star, or a constellation, and Adrian's eyes will follow where you lead them. You'll tell about the story behind how the constellation was named, and anything else that comes to mind in relation. Being born into a group of Speakers has left a lot of room for you to acquire all sorts of knowledge about a variety of different subjects, and at one point in your life, you found yourself very fascinated with everything related to space. As a result, you did a lot of research on the subject so that you could share it with your family, and anyone crossing your path willing to listen.

Both of Adrian's parents were people of science, so he gathered quite the bounty of information himself, but he would always make an effort to listen to you. No matter how many times you repeat the same tales and facts, he will nod along and asks questions as if it's the first time, just to prompt your endless, passionate rambles. Gaining the opportunity to share your wisdom grants you an ethereal, excitable glow that he will gladly blind himself with, if it means that the last thing he ever sees is your smiling face.

A comforting quiet lingers in the air while you both gaze up at the stars, cherishing the night's delightful weather that provides you the freedom to enjoy this moment together. Sky's stillness suddenly dispels when a star swiftly descends from the shadows, and immediately, it catches Adrian's attention. A blissful, child-like smile graces his lips as he takes a step forward, then points above while announcing, "Look, a shooting star!"

Instantly, your head whips into the direction where Adrian's finger follows, and you see it. Fortunately, before it leaves your view, you are able to make a wish. Many would see it as silly for an over three-hundred year-old vampire to believe in wishing on stars, for you have lived long enough to know that not all myths are true. Regardless, you like the hopefulness that the idea brings; That someone, somewhere is listening, with the goal of helping you achieve your dreams.

Wherever this comet is going, it's in a hurry, for it's leaving as quickly as it came. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath, thinking about what you want most in the world. When you open them, you release the wind trapped inside your throat at the realization that the shooting star has disappeared over the horizon. Disappointment dwells in your heart and on your shoulders briefly before you spin around to look at your husband, whose arm has lowered. His face illuminates with a gentle joy as he gazes into the distance, a display that lightens your disheartenment and replaces it with bliss.

Long ago, you swore that you would commit all of Adrian's smiles to memory, so you take this time to do just that. The radiant expression that he wears is one of wonder, faith and longing, as if he wishes to chase that star to the ends of the Earth. You think that he looks so adorable like this, and you would hate for him to stop, but you become curious as to if he made a wish too, so you ask him, "Did you make a wish, Adrian?"

Blinking out of his awestruck state, golden eyes meet yours. You are so glad that during all of this time, the color of Adrian's eyes never changed. You think that it gives him individuality, and they remind you that through every hardship, you will always have someone at your side to endure it with. Sunshine dims into a soft sadness, which rawly clenches at your heart. Adrian's eyes glance to the ground, a frown on his face while he admits, "Oh, no. I didn't get the chance to."

The vessel which keeps you standing feels like it is being brutally mauled through at this response. Now, Adrian gazes out into the sky with furrowed brows, and your own face falls as his does. While he is skeptical about the idea of wishing on stars, he does find it fun to do sometimes. It didn't even come to mind when he saw it passing by, and seeing just how disappointed he is hurts more than any wound you could ever receive.

You use your quick-thinking skills to come up with something to cheer the dhampir up, when it hits you. You have been studying human magics for one-hundred years, and while you are quite skilled, you do not practice enough to fully achieve your true potential. Typically, you only use your magic on occasion when you're bored to make fun shapes, or when you're in combat with no other choice, but this is just as vital- no, even more-so. This is more dire than any foe that you have vanquished, more monstrous than any beast you have slain; Your sweet husband is sad, and as his wife, you want to make him feel better!

So, you cup your palms together and hold them out in front of you. Adrian notices the shift of your body, and turns to watch as you close your eyes. You focus on your desire, and think about the way that a star feels. You feel a tickling sensation spring its way up your back, as if stardust brushes your skin. Slipping into a deep state of concentration, you reflect on your early studies of magic when a yellow spark erupts into your hands. Adrian watches with fascination while the spark begins to brighten; It begins to take shape, until a thin, golden diamond glows in your grasp.

Adrian is completely blown away by your demonstration, his mouth hung open and eyes gawking widely at what you've just created. You open your eyes and smile at the dumbfounded look on your husband's face, giggling. "Make a wish, Adrian."

Realistically, you both know that this isn't what a star looks like, but that doesn't matter to your man. What matters to him is that it's yours, and it's perfect. For a moment, Adrian is silent, too bewildered by your manifestation to summon his voice. He knows that you are a very talented magician, and he has seen your capabilities at their finest. The fact that you have forged something so precious just to make him happy deeply touches Adrian. A smile adorns the man's face once more, eyes holding a love that is reserved only for you. He reaches a hand over to the side of your face to allow gloved fingers to graze your skin while he leans forward, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You watch as he melts before you, your smile growing wider when seeing that he's happy again. Unexpectedly, he gives you a kiss, and this makes you feel even better. Adrian's lips have a very dastardly power to make you weak; One brush of them, and you feel like you could faint on the spot. His lips are soft, and he tastes of the most captivating spell. You would have dropped the illusion and wrapped your arms around him to properly relay your passion, if you didn't know how meaningful this was to him. Heat crawls its way into your cheeks, and your shoulders have hiked up from surprise, but they slowly lower themselves as you allow your body to relax. You return his kiss and tilt your head slightly to enhance the experience for both of you, and you stand like this for a moment to cherish how perfectly your lips mold together.

Albeit regrettably, Adrian is the one to back away. The sun of his eyes shines brightly with admiration, and the smile on his lips is tender. "I don't need to," He murmurs sweetly.

Seeing this look on the dhampir's face is everything that you could want out of tonight. You have shared a wonderful day together, but this has been the best part of it by far. A crooked grin curls its way your lips, and you give him a knowing look when you decide to tease him, "If you say it's because you have everything you could wish for right here, I'm going to hit you."

Adrian's posture straightens as he throws his head back to laugh. Light blooms within your chest at the sound, one that you would listen to every hour for all of your days if given the chance. Tilting his head upright, he meets your eyes and responds, "Alright, I hear you." Then, he leans over to examine the star in your hands more closely, asking, "Could we save it?" Your husband aligns himself upright again, reuniting your gaze to his while adding, "For my next wish."

You smile at the man, head slightly tilted while fondly gazing at him. Any request of his is one you will gladly satisfy, so you tell him, "I think I can do that."

The look on your face causes Adrian to soften, his shoulders noticeably relaxing a bit more at the sight. "Good." He then turns so that his side faces you, and offers an arm for you to take. "Shall we head to bed now?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and press your lips together harshly, charging all of your energy into the little splendor in your hands before hopping up. With your little bounce, the star shoots up into the sky, stardust hot on its trail, before it lowers down to settle itself floating slightly above you and Adrian. The dhampir turns around to recognize what you've done, that same stupefied expression on his face. You see it and laugh, an arm coming over your stomach as you take a step back and point at him. You gather yourself shortly after, and brush away any lingering dust on your clothes before you turn to face where Adrian is to take his arm. "Let's go."

It's only when you make contact with him that your husband comes out of his shock, his face relaxing when seeing yours and a smile decorating his lips. "As you wish."

With that, you head into the castle to begin your nightly routine. The star you created twirls around you both the entire way, and you laugh at mystical friend's enthusiasm. Love has brought you two a long way, and you guarantee that it will take you even farther. In every life, you know that Adrian would do anything to make you happy, and he knows that you would do the same.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Alucard x reader

Requested on ao3! Reader finds a wolf dog patrolling the Hellsing manor and befriends him without knowing that it’s actually Alucard

Having finished your work for the time being, you decided to step out of the Hellsing manor to get some air and stretch your legs. As the sun was setting, you decided to take a little walk around the outside of the manor, occasionally greeting any other workers you had come across. You’ve been working for the Hellsing organization for a few years now, yet you tend to work behind the scenes instead of out on the field, and it was close to your apartment, so that was a plus.

You were brought back from your thoughts as you feel as if you’re being watched, making you look around to find… a fluffy black wolf dog staring right at you with red eyes. Red eyes? How odd. The wolf dog had been patrolling the outside of the manor, or at least, until he spotted you, now making his way over to you. You weren’t sure whether to run or stay, but… you had a feeling he wasn’t going to hurt you, despite how he looked.

Once in front of you, the wolf dog stopped and looked right at you, as if to get a better look at you. Curious, you held your hand out to pet his head, and surprisingly, he let you. You smiled faintly and kept petting his head.

“You know… you kind of remind me of someone.” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear you. The wolf dog simply tilts his head slightly out of curiosity.

“Yeah, you kind of remind me of Alucard, but.. that can’t be… right?” You chuckled a bit in response, pulling your hand back to your side. What you didn’t know… was that the wolf dog in front of you, was indeed Alucard. He had gotten bored of just being in his chambers, so he got out and decided to use his shapeshifting to see what was happening around the manor, and see who was around. You know about Alucard since you’ve seen him around a couple times before, and you have talked with him more than once.

“Shoot, it’s getting a bit late, I should get back home.” You spoke up, looking up at the sky as it started getting darker. Fortunately for you, your apartment wasn’t too far from here, but Alucard has now taken it upon himself to make sure you get back safely. Why? Well, not even he really knows. So when you started walking, he followed after you, keeping close to you to keep others from bothering you, while you kept a hand on his head/close to his neck as if to assure him that you were still there.

“Thanks for walking me home, you really didn’t have to do that.” You turned to face Alucard once you were in front of your apartment. He only nodded and turned to leave, giving you a glance before taking off.

“See you tomorrow.” You smiled faintly and walked into your apartment, getting ready for bed, hoping to see the wolf dog again tomorrow. Alucard, on the other hand, knew he would see you more often now. You were nice to him, and you weren’t scared of him, which intrigued him.

The next day, you had finished up your work rather quickly. Only because there actually wasn’t much to do, which was a little surprising to you considering there was usually a lot of work to be done, but you didn’t mind too much. You could use this extra time to look for the wolf dog from yesterday. You wish you had known his name so you could call for him. Though, it didn’t take very long for you to find him, as you saw him patrolling around a more shade covered area this time, so you made your way over to him, a smile on your face.

Since then, Alucard has been meeting you in the same spot just about every day, in his wolf dog form, as he wasn’t entirely ready to tell you the truth just yet. Plus, he was using this time as a way to get to know about you, and maybe to get a little kiss on the forehead and head pats here and there… but he wouldn’t admit such a thing, no.

However, he knew that he would have to tell you eventually, along with his feelings towards you though that was going to be a little more difficult than the first thing, so that’s what he was going to do the next time he saw you. Alucard waited for you in your usual meeting spot, looking over as he sensed your presence and heard your footsteps a few seconds after.

“Alucard..?” You were a little surprised to see him here instead of the wolf dog.

“You weren’t expecting me now, hmm?”

“Not really, but I don’t mean that in a bad way..! I’m just a bit surprised is all.”

“I know, you were expecting someone else.”

“A wolf dog, yeah! He has such pretty black fur and red eyes. Kind of reminds me of you.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled softly in response. “Well, about that,” and before you could ask what he meant, he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke and when the smoke disappeared, there stood your wolf dog companion.

“It’s you!!” You exclaimed, your eyes wide from shock. “Why didn’t I think about that sooner? Well, I thought he looked similar to you but I didn’t think it was you!”

“Ah, yes, there is still plenty you don’t know about me, my dear Y/n.” He changed back, a faint smirk on his face. “But I know quite a bit about you.”

“So you’ve been the one walking me home every day..”

“Indeed I have.”

“Well, I just want to say thank you.” You looked up at him with a soft smile on your face, “I really do appreciate that.”

“It was no problem at all, Y/n. I want to thank you for the company you’ve given me. You weren’t absolutely terrified of me, even in my other form.”

“If you really wanted me to spend time with you like this, you know you only needed to ask, Alucard.”

“I suppose.”

“But… you’re welcome. I enjoyed spending time with you, even if I wasn’t aware it was you in the first place. I’d still like to spend time with you.”

“Good.” He seemed a bit.. relieved? as though he was unsure whether you’d want to be around him anymore. As much as he wanted to tell you how he felt, he figured he should hold off on doing that for now. He held a gloved hand out to you.

“Now let’s get you home, shall we? It is getting rather late, hmm?”

“Yeah, let’s.” You took his hand into your own, a soft smile on your face as you walked with him, him keeping you safe from harm as usual, as you talked about whatever came to mind, whether it was about work or something else, Alucard listened rather intently as you two walked.

The walk was only about a few minutes, but as you approached your apartment, you felt a little… sad? You didn’t really want to leave him yet, but you knew he had things to do and you were sure Integra would need him for some mission soon.

“Y/n, you’ve gone quiet.” Ah, he’s noticed.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I was just.. thinking about something.”

“Oh..?”

“Well.. I don’t want this time to come to an end yet. I want to spend more time with you.”

“Is that so?” You nodded, looking up at him now, “I didn’t think you’d want to spend time with a vampire like me,”

“Well.. you see.. I really like you, Alucard. I know this may seem odd, or maybe even sudden, considering we’ve only really talked and spent time together a few times aside from the past few weeks, but it’s true.”

“You are an interesting one, my dear Y/n. For you see, I feel the same way.”

“Wait really?”

“I do. I was actually going to tell you sooner, but it seems you’ve beaten me to it.”

“This is wonderful..!” You turned to face him and hugged him, making him flinch a bit in response, but he hugged you back after a few moments.

“…come, let’s get you inside, where it’s safe.” He then let you go, but now holding your hand, as you continued your little walk back to your apartment, where you would spend the rest of the evening together.

[stardaiyamondo]

⠀〈 ⠀ ━╋ ⠀ . . .ᐟᅟ alucard⠀ ♱

[pfpanimes]

⌕ hellsing - alucard.

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[yhwhsdaughter]

Alucard: Before the Curse

Alucard x Female Reader

For those of you that wanted more Alucard. He’ll be referred to as Adrian, though.

Should anyone ask Adrian Fahrenheit Țepeș what his greatest achievement was throughout all of these years and his existence, he’d wholeheartedly answer without hesitation that it was, being your concubine. 

‘Twas many suns ago, he’d yet to reach his prime— he was at the blossoming age of twenty five when he willingly offered himself to the reigning empress for concubinage. 

Bold? Yes. Scandalous? Definitely. 

Adrian had fallen in love at first sound. That’s right. He’d heard of you before he even saw you. The tales that the citizens conjured of your beauty and bravery at just twenty three were astounding. A warrior and a strategist, you proved to any doubting mind that you deserved the throne. As the only living child of the previous emperor, the throne was rightfully yours. However, the royal advisors worried about the inexperience that came with your youth. And even though they pleaded for you not to ride into war, their qualms were appeased at the sight of you returning victorious. Word from soldiers and servants spread like fire. 

Adrian was born with the privilege of a noble but was cursed with an illness that would plague him for years and years to come. Physicians could not diagnose the root of his malady and despite knowing he would not live past thirty, Adrian begged his beloved parents to allow him to attend the banquet that was being thrown in your honor. 

Feeling like he was always at death’s door, Adrian’s legs did not tremble as he approached your seat. He only walked to where the guards allowed him, before prostrating himself and pleading his love and loyalty for you. 

Anyone could see he was not fit for such a demanding role. A royal concubine needed to be strong to give you healthy children and Adrian was…not. 

There wasn’t much that could take you by surprise but his little act of brazenness, fully knowing he could be executed—excited and captivated you. Yes, he was clearly physically weak but there was an inkling about him. This… beautiful man. 

The place had gotten quiet, all of the guests observing this unusual interaction. Your footsteps resonated against the concrete ground. Waving the guards away, your outstretched hand reached for Adrian’s long curls. Adrian blinked in surprise and confusion, his cheeks filling with pink, not expecting that to be your first action towards him. Though, you were fascinated by his golden beauty. 

“I’ve conquered the sun.” 

To be continued…

Author note: Would you prefer I continue to update in parts or wait till I finish it all and publish the fic in one go? Let me know your thoughts.

[dragonsoulage]

Dancing on top of the roof…

feat. Alucard

How haunted romantic could it be when the bloodthirsty gentleman of a vampire is asking the beautiful lady to dance under the moonlight? Two shadows caught up in a dark waltz of love.

Hello guys, Alucard was like my first…the first anime crush I ever had. So we all feel the feminine urge to just dance with a vampire on top of the roof under the stars, right? I have the feeling it would literally fix all my problems 💀👀 so here we are with a little cute story. Nothing really long since this was just a little idea, but stay tuned I have another Alucard story to tell 🌚

Wordcount: 976

Warnings: romantic and fluffy because sometimes my heart needs that ✨👌🏻

Thinking about Alucard and how much it probably would fix you when you dance with him on top of a roof in the middle of the night.

„Beautiful and eternal." you heard a cold voice appearing right behind you. You didn't even hear him to join you. Your gaze drifted from the beautiful starry night sky to the handsome, pale face of the vampire behind you.

Oh, was he beautiful. This face in perfect symmetry. These crimson eyes that gleamed through the curtain of thick raven hair that the wind made blow across his face. The imposing height, the whole aura he presented that seemed to be softer and more inviting when you were around. He had taken off his glasses and hat, simply looking at the woman in front of him.

„Indeed the sky is incredible tonight, just as you described." you agreed with him with a soft voice before you watched how a smile tugged on his lips. Endearing. So oblivious you were. „It was not the sky I was looking at, my dear." Alucard let you know, a subtle hint, that he talked about you when he joined you on the rooftop. Your expression faltered for a second, before you brushed back a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You were such a haunting beauty. You wore a white dress, looking like a historian vampire beauty, that ethereal glow of the moonlight right onto you. Making your skin glow, highlighted your perfect features. Your skin looking so invitingly smooth, yearning to be touched. Around your waist, a corset in a white beige color, with the strings hanging down. You reminded him of something he didn't want to give everyone.

You looked lovely, indeed, so lovely it made his cold vampire heart feel a little bubbly.

„You are a charmer, Alucard. But I still appreciate it. Thank you." you spoke lower, your voice carried through the slight cold wind on the rooftop. Before he then stepped closer, standing beside you, next to your smaller frame. His gaze now turned to the sky too.

„I may be, but what would life be without a little charm? And you deserve to he appreciated." he said with his silk like voice. His heart yearning for your attention and not even being shy about it.

„But you are right, the night is beautiful. I understand why you like to come here." he pointed out. For once, the calm and ethereal sense was more fascinating than the bloody beauty he usually carried with him.

So much blood about him, and yet he appreciated the other finer things in his undead being. Things like you, you captivated him with your own endearing charm, you didn't even know you possessed.

„It is calm here, the stars are eternal, they remind me of you." you let your words sink in. Before you heard the faint sound of a chuckle. Not many complimented him like this. No one ever compared him to the stars.

„They are eternal like you, always existing and shining brighter than any sun ever could with an admirable and softer glow I like so much more than the sun in the day. So...haunting but so bright." you added a little shy before you took your gaze from the sky looking at him and his crimson eyes met yours.

„You flatter me, much more than I thought. Being compared to something so...nice. Remarkable, my dear." he let you know. But before he or you could say anything, suddenly some music started to play.

A romantic but haunting melody of a classical song. Sweet and dark, just like the combination of you two. The music sounded like as if it was played from a gramophone. So old-fashioned, but so good.

Probably Walter was playing some and left his window open so you two could hear it on the top of the roof.

Alucard didn't even hesitate. Simply going after his instinct when it was about you.

With a curt bow and a hand he reached out to you, he spoke with a devoted voice. „Would you allow me this dance, my lady?"

Your heart beat faster, made a small jump before you nodded, and your delicate hand laid into his.

„I would love to." you replied before you were pulled close to his chest. Your hand laid on his shoulder and the other in his large hand. It was so romantic. Dancing on the rooftop under the star sky with the moonlight shining upon you.

„I need to admit it's quiet to the moment. Never thought I would dance on a rooftop with someone like you." you added when you felt how he guided you with safe steps over the straight part of the roofs. Effortlessly twirling you and catching your form. Making you gasp when you suddenly landed in his arms.

„Why not making this beautiful not more memorable? How should I not want to dance with the eternal beauty like you?" he asked you before you were picked up gently again. You two caught up in a waltz under the stars. With smooth movements just for yourselves. No one to see, no one to tell. Just for you and the vampire. You felt like it would fix everything that was happening right now. When you were caught up in his eyes, his face, the way his voice wrapped around you like silk. The way he made you feel so special.

No matter how bloody he could be how much he would kill, to you, he was soft, a true gentleman. A true vampire, that expressed his affection toward you, because who was in the position to make him feel light? Who made him feel a rush without having to hunt? It was you, only you. And you were all his under the moonlight right now....

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Alucard’s New Obsession: More Babies || Alucard ||

<Aka a King alway's get's what he wants>

A/n: Getting back to my old obessions

You had just gotten the twins to sleep.It had taken hours. Your son Jonathan had floated away twice, Lilith your daughter had shifted into a cat mid-diaper change, and both of them had teamed up to make a telekinetic mess of the nursery.

You were exhausted.

Completely, utterly done.

So when you had finally crawled into bed, letting out a deep sigh of relief, you expected to get at least a few hours of rest before the chaos started again.

What you did not expect was for Alucard to immediately pull you into his lap, bury his face into you neck, and murmur against your skin—

“I want another one.”

Your entire body tensed.You slowly turned your head, staring at him.“…What?”

Alucard grinned, nipping at your shoulder.“Another child,” he purred. “Or two. Or three. As many as you’ll give me, my love.”

You had gawked at him, your eyes twitched.

“Alucard,” you said slowly, “we literally just got these two to sleep.”

Alucard shrugged. “And?”

“AND?!”You sat up, staring at him in complete disbelief.“We have two children already—TWO—who do not sleep, who float, teleport, and shapeshift, and you want MORE?!”

Alucard chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying your reaction.“Yes,” he said simply.

You let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a scream as you shoved a pillow in his face.“NO.”

Alucard just laughed, catching the pillow effortlessly before tossing it aside.

“You say no,” he mused, pulling you closer, “but I see how you look at them. How you adore them.”

You bit her lip, avoiding his gaze because.

…Damn it.

Of course, you loved them.More than anything.But—more babies? Now?!

“You’re insane,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands.

Alucard hummed, kissing the side of your neck.

“Mm. And yet, you love me anyway.”

You snorted. “Unfortunately.”

Alucard chuckled.

“Y/n,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low, smooth, dangerous.

You tensed again.You knew that tone.

That was his I will seduce you into giving me what I want tone.

And unfortunately, it worked too well.

“Just one more,” he whispered. “One more little life. A child born of you and me. Is that so much to ask?”

Your face was warm...to warm.“YES, IT IS,” you hissed.

Alucard just grinned.

He wasn’t going to let this go.Not tonight.Not ever.

Because if there was one thing Alucard was certain of—It was that he wanted more.

More children.More of you.More of this impossible, beautiful life you both had created.

And by the way you were already fidgeting, already avoiding his gaze, already falling apart under his touch—

He knew.It was only a matter of time.

And Alucard?

Alucard was very, very patient.

You had lost count of the nights.

The nights where you barely got a moment to breathe before Alucard was on you again.

The nights where your body was already exhausted, but his hunger—his insatiable, relentless desire for you—never waned.

Where he took his time breaking you apart, only to do it all over again.

And again.

And again.

Because this wasn’t just about pleasure.This was claiming.This was possession.

This was a King ensuring his Queen gave him exactly what he wanted.Another child.More of you.More of them.You had tried—tried—to keep up with him.But Alucard had no limits.No need for rest.No need for patience.

And every night, he pushed you further, made your body sing beneath him, left you so thoroughly ruined that you couldn’t even remember your own name.

Only his.

Only the way he whispered, mine against your skin, the way he devoured you slowly, the way he made you feel worshiped, adored, owned.

Every time you thought he was done—

He wasn’t.

He would stroke his fingers over your sensitive skin, whisper something low, dark, intoxicating in your ear.

And then he would take you again.Until your body was too weak to fight it.Until you had no strength left to resist.Until you simply let it happen, let yourself fall into his arms, let yourself be consumed.

And he loved it.

Loved how pliant you became under him.

Loved how wrecked, how soft, how utterly helpless you were in his grasp.

Loved that no matter how many times he claimed you, filled you, marked you.You would always let him.

By the time the sun rose, you were barely functioning. You laid tangled in silk sheets, your body aching, exhausted, still thrumming with the remnants of pleasure.

Alucard, satisfied but not nearly done with you yet, trailed lazy kisses down your shoulder, his crimson eyes dark with something dangerous.

Something obsessive.Something hungry.

You groaned, muffling your face into the pillow.

“Vlad,” you muttered. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Alucard chuckled, far too pleased.“Yes, you can.”

You whined.“You’re going to kill me.”

Alucard smirked, brushing his lips against your ear.

“Then I will simply bring you back, my love.”

You groaned again.

But when he pulled you flush against him again, his fingers already teasing against your skin, his lips tracing every inch of you.

You didn’t stop him.

Because deep down, you knew.You had already surrendered. And he knew it too.

Beside's with how good he was pleasing you, with how he was treating you like a goddess.

How could you possibly say no.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Hi hope ur having a good day! Feel free to ignore this but like imagine... Hellsing Alucard helping u on ur period... I'm currently having mine and it's hell so I like to imagine that old man giving me love and tenderness during these hard days. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Hello sweet anon <3 i hope you are well, periods are hell. You bet Alucard would dote on you- it would be an insult for him not too, he thinks.

He's much more looming and doting When you're in this state. Balancing on the fine line of a hungry beast, mouth watering at how nice you smell- and a comforting lover, who can't help but hum and coo whenever you wince in pain or toss in your sleep.

You shouldn't be surprised at how closely he hovers over you now. Before he was a shadow in the room, a pair of eyes who kept watch- but now he's a looming protective wall. Snuffing out your smell with his own- a silent gesture to ward off any other bloodthirsty beast that could find themselves tempted. He's much more outwardly protective when you're like this- hurting and just that little bit weaker than usual. Integra will certainly notice the change to her vampire servant- this... edge overcoming him. He's much more keen to finish his jobs quickly just to get back to you, snarling and tight-lipped because he doesn't have time dealing with low tier vampires who aren't even worth the dirt under your shoes. He should be with you. He's ruthless and brutal- he loved drawing his kills out, but now he simply cannot give them the time.

He'll take care of you, rest assured. You'll always have plenty of snacks and drinks and heating pads. You'll never know where he gets them from, but that's not something you need to fret over. He'll do anything for you- massage your abdomen carefully with his large gloved hands, laying with you in bed for a nap and you just need him there because you feel more vulnerable than usual, or simply letting you sleep in his coffin with him. Anywhere where you're within arms reach is where you'll stay. Safe and guarded under his watch and touch.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Reader, looking dreamily at Alucard: Isn't he beautiful?

Alucard, covered in blood cackling like a maniac: DIE MAGGOTS!!

Integra, looking back n forth between the two, concerned at what you see in the vampire: Should I get you a therapist?

You/Reader: have I ever told you how being covered in the blood of your enemies is attractive to me and only emphasises your beauty my beloved?

Alucard, caked in blood and guts and other unidentified stuff: really? My sweet do you mean it?

You/Reader; *wiping the blood off of his cheek* have I ever lied to you before my king?

Integra: you also fucking reek of blood, take a bath! And you *points to you* stop encouraging him!