#count orlok x male reader smut

[boypied]

our souls will become one

[soul tie] count orlok x male reader

summary: the third and final night has arrived, and count orlok has arrived at your bed chambers where you lay waiting for him, ready to submit to his commands.

wc: 1.5k

notes: MDNI, FDNI, creature [Vampire] smut, breeding, neck biting, blood sucking, rough sex, mention of blood.

You slowly open up your wooden carved wardrobe that holds all of your clothes, and you pull out your extremely long, loose-fitted nightshirt. You stand there, naked in your candle lit bedroom as you listen to your clock ticking getting closer and closer to the hour when Count Orlok will grace you with his presence on the third night just like he promised only two nights ago. You pull the nightshirt over your head, and you look down as it gracefully drops down to your ankles. You gently close the wardrobe door as you walk away from it, getting down on your knees in front of your large window where Orlok is likely to come through tonight. While you stay there waiting on your knees, feeling them go red against the hard wooden floor, you think about the fact you shouldn't have even bothered putting your nightshirt on when Count Orlok will likely be taking it off your body in a matter of minutes but you decide it's for the best as you want to show that you still respect yourself even though you'll be giving yourself to a nosferatu. You close your eyes, waiting to hear the sound or to feel his touch so that you know that the night has truly begun. Even though you know you should be repulsed by him, there's something that pulls you towards him, something that connects you both, both romantically and sexually. Your breath hitches slightly as you feel your window open up by itself, letting the cool breeze of the night in. You open your eyes to not see anything, but you notice Count Orlok's shadow present itself in your thin curtains. Your knees slowly take off the floor as your body extends to normal and your toes just about don't make the floor as you watch his figure appear right in front of your eyes, "Count Orlok" you mumble out underneath your breath.

Orlok pulls your hovering body over to him, your face inches away from his. He opens up his mouth, and his thick accent drops out. "You accept this of your own will?" He groans out in a slow way as he brings his hand up against your face as his nail caresses against your cheek all the way down to your chin as you gulp down. "I do." You say in a soft tone as you don't take your eyes off of his as your body trembles beneath his touch. The paralysing fear drips away as you feel a sense of comfort and security, "Then the convent is fulfilled," he says as a small smile grows upon his face as the realisation that he has won after all this time, "Your oath re-pledged." Orlok grunts out once more as his nail scrapes down your chin, and he gently pushes against your adam apple. "Yes." You mumble out in a quiet tone as his eyes widen and his smiles grow larger and creepier by the minute, "As our spirits are one...so too shall be our flesh." He grunts out, his accent growing thicker by the moment. "You. Are. Mine." He says as his skin stretches for the first time in a century to accommodate his fulfilled smile. A smile grows on your face as you realise all the visions and nightmares have led you to this moment, the time when you must submit yourself to Count Orlok....a Nosferatu. Your body stays in the air as Count Orlok steps down into your bedroom, and he walks round to your back, and he reaches up to tear away the button that is holding your nightshirt up, the moment that Orlok cut away the button holder your nightshirt dropped off your body and hit the floor with a soft sound. Count Orlok licks his lips as his eyes run all over your body, "impeccable." He grunts out as he walks around you in a circle admiring every inch and curve of your body. Orlok slowly begins to drop his clothes as your body floats over to your bed as you gracefully land down against the soft quilt, "Come to me" you call out to him in a haunting manner and he slowly walks over to you, his body coming out of the shadows being revealed to you. "Come to me," you repeat yourself.

Count Orlok's body glides across the floor over to the bed that you lay in. He climbs on top of you, Orlok's body presses down against you as you wrap your legs around his waist feeling his bare cock press against your warm hole, the hole that Count Orlok has been craving for a long time. Your asshole already slick wet for him. You made sure to prep beforehand as you watch his eyes fill with dark, lustful hunger. Orlok reaches down and lines his cock up with you hole gently pushing his thick tip into your ass and past your right muscle ring that is opening up for him, "n-ngh" you whimper in slight pain but is stripped away once his cock is entirely inside you. Your eyes flutter back as Count Orlok leans down and plunges his sharp fangs into your chest, right above your beating heart. He slurps up your blood as he slowly bucks his hips back and forth, causing you an immense amount of pleasure, "O-Orlok!" You groan out as with each thrust of his hips your cock bounces around, your hardness rubbing against his toned yet grotesquely seductive body. His cock twitching deep inside of you, Count Orlok doesn't stop sucking up your succulent tasting blood and he certainly doesn't slow down his thrusts as your moans grow louder and louder eagerly making him want to go faster. The cold breeze of the night flowing into your bed chambers as the curtains fly up, allowing more cool breeze in. Your eyes flutter back entirely as the feeling of his cock buried inside you continuously hits your sweet spot as well as his teeth sunken into your chest.

He continues to pound into you and suck up the blood from your beating heart, the heart that he had captured all those many years ago. He haunted your dreams and your life until he could finally get a chance to have you all for himself. Count Orlok's thrusts speed up, his thrusts at an ungodly speed causing your body to shake and convulse as you near an orgasm so intense. Count Orlok throws his head back as you watch how your own blood pours out of his mouth, his eyes immediately dart down to meet with yours, he leans back down to nibble at your earlobe as he opens up his blood filled mouth as he begins to speak. "Cum. For. Me." He groans out in your ear, in his thick sexy accent. Hearing those words was all you needed to bust a thick load all over your stomach. The orgasm causes your body to shake beneath him as you feel his thrusts become sloppy yet still quick as his centuries filled balls shoot a thick and large load out of his thick tip and into your velvet walls. "Our souls are becoming one." He mumbles out in a slow manner as he continues to pump into you, making sure to ride out his pleasureful experience as you feel your souls connect to each other.

Count Orlok collapses his body entirely onto yours as he slowly bucks his hips into you every so often, since this is a rare occasion his cock is hard. It is only hard for you. Orlok's face inches away from yours as he doesn't let his eyes look anywhere else only at your dowey eyes. You softly nibble down against your lower lip as you feel his hips slowly buck into your cum filled asshole, "mhm" you whimper out as you feel Orlok's cock get coated in his own cum as your walls squeeze around his thick member. "My perfect flower," he coos out in his slow voice as his long finger traces a sweaty piece of hair out of your face as he leans down to gently peck his lips against yours as your face reddens from a thick blush. "You. Are. Mine, " he grunts out as he pulls out of your asshole, watching how his vampire spunk drips out of your asshole and down. He climbs off the bed and pulls his long fur coat over his body to cover himself. He points his boney finger at you, causing your naked body to lift up off the bed and swiftly hover over to him. Count Orlok's body begins to hover off the ground to meet with yours, "good boy," he coos out as your head slowly turns to the side, and he plunges his teeth into the side of your neck. Your toes curl, feeling his teeth in another intimate place of your body, but you love the feeling, your eyes flutter back in pure bliss as you hear Count Orlok's quiet and desperate groans of pleasure as he drinks.

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[boypied]

succumb to the darkness

[admirer] count orlok x male reader

summary: plagued by horrific visions and an increasing sense of dread, the male reader soon encounters an evil force that's far beyond his control.

wc: 2.1k

notes: MDNI, FDNI, creature [vampire] fanfic, mentions of blood, neck sucking, mentions of stalking, brief mention of smut.

Being tormented by horrifically vivid nightmares that plague your mind wasn't what you expected from your future when you were a little boy. You were being haunted by a deeply dark presence that you could feel was obsessing over you, obsessing in a way that wasn't right. It wasn't normal. You didn't know what to do or even what IT was, or maybe you were just completely losing your mind, but something had to budge and make this foolish game come to an end. Every night, you would see what it wanted from you. It craved you in more ways than one. It was hungry... and horny. Your eyes widen as you throw your body upwards, your back cracking slightly at the swift movement right as you awoke from your slumber. You felt it. You felt him calling to you. Something was pulling you towards the dark presence. Maybe the time has finally come for you to meet it or maybe it will be to meet you. The creatures craving for you were finally coming to an end. Your body practically moved on its own away from the safety of your husbands sleeping body and the warmth of your own home. You won't know this just yet, but Count Orlok has been craving you for such a long time. You weren't just a blood bag to him. You were so much more. You were just as sick and twisted as him. At least, that was what he had assumed considering just how haunted you've been from such a young age seeing premonitions of dead bodies, being able to smell what the stench of death was. You were sculpted by the gods to be owned by him. You must've been.

Your body is moving on its own, not listening to what your mind is telling it as you get to your front door, swinging it open as a gush of wind flows through. Your bare feet touch the cold, wet concrete of the outside as you slowly start making your through the run-down town. He must be demanding you quicker as your body slowly lifts up of the ground in a levitating motion, and your heels come off the ground and your toes drag along the cold stones as you start being pulled by an unknown force towards the forbidden castle that shall not be entered. Your body freezes, no longer being controlled or forced by a dark being, your eyes slowly travel up along the run-down bricks, and they finally stop and focus on a broken window where a large figure stood, he was being perfectly captured by the moonlight that was being shon down upon him. You both locked eyes. Even though he was so high up, you could feel his eyes burning into your soul. He was staring through you. Just one look from him, and you felt as if your soul was already being corrupted. Seeing him all your life in vision and premonitions was terrifying, but being in his presence, in his grasp, was simply more haunting than anything. You felt a confliction of emotions, feeling his eyes burn down on you. A sense of dread as you watch tall frame tower over you from so far above but also the feeling of a twisted love for him, a yearning to feel his touch against your skin. Your body convulsing for him, needing him inside your body.

Your body is simply frozen in place, terrified. Your eyes slowly travel down from the large open window down to the doors, as you hear them slowly begin to open with a loud scrape against the bricks that layer against the floor. Your eyes widen in pure fear as the dark presence that you have called you hear and watch you from up above now stands a couple of feet in front of your frozen body, he slowly begins to travel forward getting closer and closer against you yet you still can't work out his face entirely because he is being masked by the darkness of the night. His tall exterior towers over you as he stands right in front of you, your eyes slowly travelling upwards to stare at the dark abyss that covers his face. He brings up his large hand as he gently scrapes his nails against your cheek, tracing circles against your body. The moon lowers as the time slowly moves on from dusk to dawn and the dark shadow that was covering his face gets ripped away from him, his true face revealed to you in quite a drastic matter. Your eyes widen in shock and his face contorts in anger as his hand leaves your cheek and grips around your neck choking you, you jump up in shock and fear screaming in agonising fear as you close your eyes only to open them once more to find out you're in your bed chambers laying next to your husband. "Baby, what's wrong!" Thomas calls out to you as he lunges himself forward to wrap his arms around you bring your body close to his.

Your paralysing fear slowly drifts away as you become slightly numb to the feeling, "I have seen the face of God." You mumble out under your breath as Thomas holds you close his face contorting with confusion, "...and he called to me." You continue speaking until your eyes slowly flutter shut drifting off into the dark abyss of sleep where you'll be having dark terrifying nightmares till morning comes once more. Your eyes slowly flutter open to see the sight of your husbands Thomas with a worried look on his face and Professor Albin Ebehart Von staring down at you, "He has been having terrifying nightmares where he mutters out the strangest words" Thomas says in a low tone to the professor as he studies your body language as you try to understand what is going on as you've just woken from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open fully now as you prop yourself up at an angle as you look up at them. The professor looks down at you with a concerned look "what's the problem here then?" He asks you in a soft gentle tone trying not to cause worry or concern for either of you, "Professor my dreams are growing darker by the night... tell me, does evil come from within us? or beyond?" The moment that sentence leaves your lips the professors eyes widen in shock, not knowing what to say to answer your querie. You are about to continue speaking until you hear a voice in the back of your head, the voice that was calling to you in your nightmares just moments prior for you, you stop dead in your tracks listening to what he has to say.

Your mouth becomes a vessel for him to speak through, for the monstrous voice to get you to notice him. "Come to me.." You mumble out in tongues, making no sense to Thomas and the Professor but perfect sense to you. "...hear my calls and come to me," you mumble out in deep tongues. Count Orlok using your body to speak is his way of forcing you to give permission to allow him to come and collect you. The professor suggests that you are in desperate need of some rest and that you should be left alone and under any circumstances should not be bothered by anyone. Once dusk finally arrives and the moonlight shines down on everyone, Count Orlok makes his way across town by flying over the town in a haunting manner getting closer and closer to Hutter Manor, where you lay rested and free of nightmares because what you've been tormented about in nightmares all your life was coming to life at this very moment. You rise up out of your deep slumber as you know that it's time. Your body moves on its own once again, not having control over yourself once more as you slowly move towards the large window as it flies open and your drapes flow back into the room as the wind pushes it, your eyes flutter and widen as Count Orlok slowly lands inside your bedroom, standing opposite you except this time you can clearly see him for what he truly is, you body shudders "...Nosferatu" you mumble out as he takes your hand pulling you out of your bedroom taking you across the wind and over the town you grew up in, until you finally make it to the forbidden castle at the end of the town.

The moment your feet touch the ground of his castle, your eyes wander around, as does your body freely. No longer having a dark presence control you, you no longer feel the constant dread of fear and need to be frightened. Your eyes latch onto Count Orlok's bed, which is a large delicately carved coffin that has many intricate symbols of animals, among many other things that look like some sort of fabel that you've read previously or maybe a story that you could've possibly live in another life. You feel Count Orlok's presence behind you as you stop moving. You feel as his fingers trace along your neck as you turn your head to the left to reveal more of your delicious neck to him, "mhm," he mumbles out as his mouth is watering just at the sight of your exposed neck. He bites his lip softly until he leans down to run his tongue across the side of your neck until he bites down sucking up the sweet, succulent taste of your blood. The blood that Count Orlok has craved for so many years is finally in his mouth, tasting it for everything that it's worth. Your eyes flutter slightly in slight pain but also pleasure feeling his lips against your neck, something that you didn't even know that you craved. This was meant to be. Count Orlok pulls away, watching as the blood drips out of the two punctured holes in your neck. He licks his lips as he manages to restrain himself. "I need you," he mumbles out in his thick accent that unleashes something within you the moment you heard it for the first time. Hearing it in your head was different from hearing in a seductive mumble right against your ear as he traces his long nails over the two wounds at your neck coating his nail in your blood as you whimper slightly at the feeling.

Count Orlok begins to walk away, trying to have some self-restraint until he hearing the floor boards creak as he turns to see you down on your knees. "Don't go," you plead with him as he slowly begins to walk over to you again, enjoying seeing you plead for him. "Come to me...hear my calls and come to me," you repeat yourself over and over until he pulls you up. "pathetic mortal" he says to you with a smirk on his face as he traces his nail along your lower lip wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his large body causing you to look up at him. "Thomas could never please me the way you could," you say in a seductive whisper as you admire his face and presenting exterior. Count Orlok laughs at what you're saying "Thomas is a pathetic mortal" he mumbles out as he grips your cheeks squeezing them, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you" he says in his thick accent that you love so very much as he scoops you up in his arms. He carries you over to his coffin laying you down against the soft interior, your eyes stay focused on him as you watch as he takes off his cloak and climb into the coffin, hovering over your body slowly closing the lid with a smirk on his face as he slowly unbuttons his trousers leaving the lid off slightly allowing some light in. Orlok traces his finger along your clothed body enjoying the warmth of your skin against his cool feeling one, After a while you both manage to strip off naked throwing your clothes out of the coffin, you open your legs as wide as you can in the coffin feeling his length pressed against your hole. "My king, guide me through this, and when morning comes, turn me into your kind." You mumble out to him, feeling him thrust himself inside you, your eyes fluttering back knowing that this is what you get to look forward to for the rest of your life.

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