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[gentedame]

♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙩3 ♡︎

characters: sub!dragons x dom!gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, dragons have vent that hide their two cocks anatomy, eating out, fingering, handjob, squirting, light mind break, exhibitionism, biting, blood/injury mention

notes: part 1, part 2 is here respectively. genuinely didn’t think this idea would be liked so much it would have two more parts lmao. wasn’t really thinking of writing part 3 since i was all outta thoughts but here we are. dividers from benkeibear

it had been a while since the relationship between you and your beloved dragon had become official. of course, there were bumps along the way and you two still wished to keep your relationship a secret. who knows whatever the hell the court of elders would say or how people would react to you once they find out that it was you who was chosen by the dragon himself specifically to be his mate and not some higher ranking diplomat or a royalty. mainly, it was to keep you safe.

the dragon could give less than two fucks about his title or fame. title be damned, he could care less of society’s judging eyes and open ears on him. he could care less about how the courtiers would argue against his decision. all he cared about was you and he wanted to keep you safe and away from harm. the courtiers included. most specifically the courtiers; he dealt with their shit for long enough on a daily basis, he didn’t wanted them to find out about his most favored treasure and meddle with his personal life.

but mostly, it gets annoying when he wanted to keep his beloved by his side yet his beloved is away on a business trip. a very long one. it has been what? over a month and a week and the poor dragon was desperate to have you by his side again. every moment he catches himself recalling of past moments with you, he finds his tail swishing side to side, a low pleased purr in his throat. or he would recall of moments of comedy; such as when you tripped and fell down the stairs in front of him at your first meeting, how you stuff your face full of your favorite treats like a chipmunk, or when you accidentally drank a cup of hot tea, mistaking it for a cold one and burning your tongue. the dragon finds himself chuckling at that, snorting, turning to his side as he calls out your name to recall said events out loud. only for his wagging tail to droop and a sad whine escape him when he remembered, right; you were away on a business trip and hasn’t returned yet.

his mood was noticed of course. it’s easy to be noticed when all eyes have always been on you since the very beginning of your life. the courtiers asked him of what has been weighing on his mind lately, the soldiers that guard his grand office bowing in respect as their eyes look over him with concern, how the people have already started a rumor amongst themselves.

“the great dragon found a mate they said”, “the great dragon perhaps lost a loved one recently”, “the great dragon’s mood downing reason is his nature. he is a dragon after all, he would surely miss his kin” great dragon this, great dragon that — all he wanted was you. finding himself stuck in the middle, he could barely find the time to even focus on his work. words on the paper in front of him meddled and meshed together into a white and black mess. he could read the words but it wouldn’t register in his brain. instead, what occupied his mind and heart was you with your bright smile that was like the warmth of a sunlight on his skin after a millennia of snowstorm. letting out a sigh for the nth time this past hour, he turns to look at the calendar hung on the wall of his office. a bright red marker circling the 23rd of the next month, making his tail droop as a defeated whine escapes his lips. how could he ever wait patiently for your return?

walking through the long corridors of the grand building where the dragon stays seated for work, you whistle a few tunes as you pass by some of the workers or nod your head in greeting when a guard walks by. the workers of this place knows you by now; or at least have memorized your features. you were a common visitor to the dragon, either called by him or coming by your own accord to tend to some matters. whether it be your lazy work ethnics or the large contracts you’ve struck — no one really knows. no one is yet to suspect that you two are in a relationship. not yet.

knocking on the grand oak doors with dragon symbols carved onto the outside, you push the door open as you saunter inside. the moment the door closes behind you with a soft click! you were nearly tackled over onto the floor as a scaled limb tightly wraps around your thigh. wet kisses trail from your neck down to your collarbone, the tail on your thigh squeezing harshly enough to the point it nearly cuts off your blood flow. laughing, you return the death squeeze, running a hand through his hair as you kiss the base of his horn that had materialized.

“i’ve missed you too, my love” you manage to breathe out, voice nearly a gasp with the way he was about to topple you over with his bigger frame. you could see the shine of his scales on his jaw and chin, the hardened skin having grown vastly in number due to the sudden shift in his mood. and if the room were any but darker, you were sure that his eyes and horns were pulsing a soft glow. just like the thrumming of his heartbeat you could feel over the material of his clothes.

before you could tell him to get off and allow you to breathe, his lips met yours in a manner that was as if he was trying to smash his skull with yours, merging the bones together. he must have been lonely, hands cupping your cheeks tenderly while he desperately kissed your lips over and over as if trying to merge your bodies together. his usually cold veneer be damned, he had missed your scent, your lips, the warmth of your body — you.

the great dragon had missed his beloved mate.

forked tongue licking at your lips, he impatiently pushes the wet muscle inside your mouth. licking at the cavern, messily slurping on your tongue and dismissing your choked noises, your dragon pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, preening his scales with a low whimper. pulling his tongue out, seeing the saliva connecting you together, he lets out a drawn out whine, grinding his crotch against your own.

“missed you… missed your scent and everything… so bad” he mumbles, a low rumble in his chest as he drags you towards his desk by the tail that was hooked around your thigh. you let out a grunt, almost loosing balance but following along. sharpened claws fumble with his belt and pants, eager yet impatient as he leaves a few tears and holes into the material. disregarding his clothes half heartedly, he lays down on the desk, claws grasping at the edge of the wood as he props his legs up, showing you the weeping slit of his vent. he was already so wet and aroused, acting like he was in heat as his tail tugs you closer to himself.

“look at you, my love. we just shared a hug and a kiss and you’re already dripping wet” you tease him, fingers spreading his vent open as usual. like an excited puppy seeking for validation, his two cocks slip out, reaching for your hand.

“mhm. all wet and eager for you, mate♡︎” he nods enthusiastically, claws leaving the desk to spread his cent open further for you to stare at. just seeing him like this, in a compromising manner with slitted pupils blown wide; it was enough to make your mouth salivate. the fuzzy end of his tail tap against your calf, already telling you to hurry up and bury your face into his vent, take his cock into your mouth, any cock, anything — he doesn’t mind it. the poor pent up dragon just wanted your touch, craving for the high that you deliver so expertly, knowing his body better than he does.

“my my, thank you for the meal” you coo, patting the inside of his thigh gently. hooking the beck of your leg into his chair behind you, you pull it close to yourself before plopping down. the soft cushions felt like clouds to your tired body that was cramped into the workers’ ship, inviting you to sit on it and eat out its owner to your heart’s content.

placing tentative kisses to the small bundle like clit on top of his vent, you flatten your tongue, licking a stripe up the soft scales of his vent and the base of his cocks. just a token of affection and he was already squirming in his place, bucking his hips into your mouth. but he needs yo learn patience when it came to you, something you showed with small little licks to the side of his vent, collecting his juices into your tongue and tasting them. he lets out a punched out whine at that, spreading himself open more to try and entice you. he smelled like a freshly brewed maple syrup, tasted like the nectar of the forbidden fruits on your tongue, sounded like your favorite song in loop.

“hurry it uppp—! aaah♡︎ j-just like that... deep♡︎ deeper♡︎ wan’ your tongue deeper inside my vent♡︎!!” a surprised squeal comes from him, legs jerking in place as if wanting to wrap around your head. reaching a hand out, you push two fingers inside his mouth, muffling his noises and making him choke on the digits. the poor thing tries to make a noise of protest, only succeeding in a meager choked moan.

pushing apart his vent open further with your fingers, you push your tongue inside as far as it could reach. not deep inside to reach that soft spot inside his vent, but certainly deep enough to make him gasp around your fingers. you can feel his forked tongue come up, the long limb slithering around your fingers and between them to try and wet them. his attempts sometimes ended up futile, making the dragon choke on the accumulated saliva on his tongue and your fingers. sometimes, he would get a little too excited, his thighs warming your cheeks and ear until you slap them open again.

he tasted delicious, like a fruit mix syrup that was left in the perfect condition for you to feast on. a nectar of both sin and sweetness, coupled with his cute noises that ask you for more like the greedy dragon he was. dragons were naturally possessive, it didn’t surprise you that your sweetheart pulled you in for a quick fuck inside his own office in broad daylight. flattening your tongue, you ease the muscle in and out smoothly on the soft scaled base of his cock inside his hole. slimy liquid drip down your chin, forcing you to slurp some while the ones you couldn’t taste dirty your jaws and the floor.

“ummgh! s-sho guwd… deeper♡︎ wan’ iwt deeepeeerrr♥︎♥︎” he chokes out around your fingers, rocking his hips back and forth to make your tongue thrust inside his vent more forcefully. your poor pent up dragon, so needy to the point he was fucking his dripping folds into your mouth. taking one of his hands that tried to hold his vent open for you, you guide one of his fingers to rest over the small bundle on top of his slit, making him rub the muscle slowly. it acted like a clit, a tiny muscle that came out when he was aroused, sensitive to the touch.

after a few messy flicks to the clit like muscle, without even having you properly touch his angry red cocks, he was spurting cum into his shirt. it will be a mess to wash them out later but right now, all you focused on was the cute flush of his face and the way his pupils dilated into hearts when his eyes met yours. making a show of his debauchery, the dragon pushes your fingers out just enough to make you watch how he drooled around them, long tongue slithering between the two digits. the hand that was over the small clit like muscles stroked his bigger cock a few times, letting the last few drops of his cum spurt into his chest. just like how you guided his hand earlier, he did the same to yours. letting your wet fingers scoop up the mess on his skin and shirt before wiping them clean with his tongue, suckling on the tips of your fingers as if he was suckling on your cock. were your eyes deceiving you or were the corners of his lips turned up into a smug grin?

taking your fingers out of his mouth, making the dragon whine at the loss, you push your saliva coated fingers into his hole. all the earlier smugness of his face disappears in an instant, throwing his head back with a loud wail as his vent clenches around your tongue. claws that were scratching at the wood of his desk weakly paws at your head, fingers fisting at your scalp as he couldn’t decide between fucking into your tongue deep into his vent or the fingers now scissoring his hole open.

“angh—! ah ah guhhn♡︎♡︎ [n-name]! mmng eengh—♥︎ aah... so gooddd♡︎ m-missed you, missed this—♥︎!” the dragon weakly bucks his hips, wiggling in place unable to decide what to do. all he could do was paw at your head or at his shaking legs that were propped up on the desk, mind melting away into a soft mush. there were nothing in his mind, filled with cotton as he could only hyperfixate on the feeling of your fingers and tongue fucking him open like he was a cheap whore in a brothel and not the great dragon inside his own office.

“ummgh!! umgck— kuhng♥︎♥︎!” a sharp wail of his gets muffled as your place your free hand over his mouth, forcing him to stay quiet. in his own greed for pleasure that your provided, he had forgotten where you two were. not like he could care less. he was disgustingly possessive and his tail refused to budge from its place that was snugly wrapped around your middle. the fluffy end consistently patting against your thigh whenever your fingers pushed deeper, curling up to hit his prostate.

it was dizzying; the pleasure, your tongue squeezing into his vent, the way you roughly fucked into his prostate with your fingers as you force him to muffle his noises. if only he could moan and shriek to his heart’s content and not force himself to shut up.

slipping your fingers out of his hole with a lewd shlick! your hand pumps his smaller cock at an agonizingly fast pace. his smaller cock was more sensitive, another new discovery you used to your heart’s content as his legs thrash around, the dragon’s tail squeezing around your middle painfully. bot that you cared, you were just trying to get him to cum again quicker. if you were correct in your assessment, in half an hour, he had a meeting.

unable to help himself, the dragon bites down on your hand, making you grimace as the sharp fangs in his maw pierce through your skin. he could taste your blood as it trickles into his mouth, making him whine in concern for hurting you before his legs jerk violently, wrapping around your head tightly. back arching on the desk so beautifully, screaming into your hand, his smaller cock spurts out more cum than the one before, his slick juices squirting onto the warmth of your tongue from his vent. slurping up as much as you could, you finally ease your tongue out as his cocks go soft in your hand. the small clit like muscles on top of his vent soften back inside as you push his legs open slowly. taking your hand away from his mouth, you couldn’t help the smug grin that crawls onto your face as you see your cute dragon.

pupils blown wide, covering the color of his irises, a small smear of blood on his lips with his cocks wearily slipping back inside his vent. once safely tucked back inside, the glistening folds of his scaled vent flutters, clenching around the phantom feeling of your tongue showed up inside it. pulling over a pack of wet wipes from one of his desk drawers, you place kisses to the pulsing scales on his chin as you wipe him clean to the best of your ability. satisfied with how he finally had you by his side, his tail weakly pats your leg, a pleased rumble of a purr in his throat as his claws hook into your shirt to yank you down onto the desk on top of him. as quickly as you fell, his arms were around you, keeping you caged in his grasp. huffing out an amused laugh, you decide to indulge in his wishes for cuddles.

only until the doors will be knocked of course.

[gentedame]

sub!olrox x dom!male reader (drabble, smut)

content: cockwarming, teasing, light slapping, whining

reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

"Olrox," You whisper his name, smiling at him. Your pretty vampire is panting, eyes closed and hands on your stomach, long hair hiding his pretty fucked up face. Your cock is burried into his ass, but you still haven't started moving, and you hold back Olrox from doing so, your hands gripped on his thighs. "I thought you said you could handle it." You say, teasing him. The man lets a whine, trying to move his hips, but you stop him, giving a light slap on his thigh. You don't miss the way Olrox keens at that.

"Please." He moans, opening his eyes to look at you, glowing green eyes staring into yours, craving for you. Like you were God. "Move... I— I can't handle it. Please, please."

Mm. His begging is adorable. But teasing him is so fun, especially if that means you get to see him in such a state. Seeing a composed man like Olrox, crying out for your cock... That does something to you.

"Mm. Nope." You tell him, and that makes Olrox whine again.

"Please!" He tries again, his voice beginning to be high pitched, his hands pawing at your chest. "I'll do anything! Anything you want! Just— Please, move!"

Aw, you can't say no to such a pretty man like Olrox.

[gentedame]

le vampire et son lâche — alucard x gender neutral reader, smut/slight angst

content: slow burn, dom!reader, sub!alucard, clothed sex, grinding, teasing, alucard is a bit of a crier, reader has a backstory

author's note: man this is kinda ass but i still enjoy how it turned! sorry for the potential spelling and grammar mistakes, english is not my first language! the title of the fic, "le vampire et son lâche", means "the vampire and his coward". hope you'll like it!

reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!♡

"They left?!" You ask, nearly yelling, standing at the door outside of the castle as you look at the coach already too far for you to run after it. Alucard seems to be surprised, before he approaches with a smile. "I'm sure Belmont forgot you. He would do that..."

Well. That's partially true...

Yesterday, you had trouble sleeping. So you had a conversation with Sypha and Trevor. About your thoughts on what happened after the fight with Dracula. About what you will do now. About your feelings for him. You remember Trevor mimicking a vomit sound as Sypha told you that you should confess.

Bastards. They did it on purpose. You're stuck with him now. Why did you tell them again ? You sigh, mixed feelings going through your whole mind. Annoyance? Happiness? Horny? Nah, let's forget the third suggestion... Alucard notices your face, then slowly walks to you, frowning his eyes in confusion.

"[Name], are you okay?" He asks, his hand about to touch your shoulder, before stopping himself, resting it agaisnt his hips. "I... I'm sure they noticed you're not with them and that they will come back to pick you." He tells you, doing his best to make you feel better about the situation. Oh, sweet Adrian. He thinks you want to leave this huge ass castle and the fine man he is. Well, you did want to leave, at first, but that was because you were scared of your own feelings for him. You thought about everything he could say to you;

"Sorry, I'm not into humans."

"Sorry, I love Trevor."

"Sorry, I love Sypha."

"Sorry, you stink. It makes me want to kill you."

Okay maybe the last one was a bit extreme. But still, you wish you could know if you like him. You don't want to confess unless you are sure he likes you. So yeah, you're staying, but no weird thing. No pickup line. No flirty jokes. Nothing. Just two friends, staying in a big castle. What could go wrong ?

- ♡ -

You stayed with Alucard for around 2 or 3 months now. Trevor and Sypha never came back, as you expected. But you could care less about it now. You're worried for Alucard.

At first, it was going on well. You both were doing your thing, eating together, going on a walk and talking about everything that went through your mind. Then, he started to make these weird dolls of Trevor and Sypha and made them speak. Well, that thing is the least weird thing he could have done, but still, you're worrying ! You got more worried when, some weeks before, you saw him in his father's office, crying in silence while sitting on the chair. The sight made you want to cry for him and pull him in a hug.

You wanted to. You terribly wanted to hug him and show him that you love him. But you didn't, you just left and pretended nothing happened, just like he did when he came back to you and smiled as he asked you what you wanted for dinner. The guilt made you unable to eat and sleep that day, feeling horribly bad for leaving him in such a state. How could I let him cry, all alone? You asked yourself, while laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. I love him, right? Then why did I leave him like this? I'm such a coward.

A coward. Yeah. That's what you think you are. You're a coward. And you don't deserve to love, or to be loved. You betrayed the ones who trusted you. You left them. You ran away, instead of trying to do anything to save them. They were your family. Your blood. And you left them because you were scared. Because you were a fucking coward. You still are. Now, you're hurting the man you deeply love and care for. You don't deserve him. You can worry, but won't ever do anything. You can't. You're not allowed. He is a work of art, who deserves to be touched by clean, gentle hands. You do not have gentle clean and gentle hands.

But, seems like Alucard doesn't agree with you.

You were in the Belmont library, reading one of the many books while sitting on the desk table. Well, you pretended to do it. Actually, you were again distancing yourself from the man you crave for. Crazy, huh? Who would want to distance themself from a man like Alucard? From Alucard himself? Well, you would. And you did. But Alucard found you. Of course he did. If you’re not at the castle, you're surely at the Belmont's huge library.

He standed in front of you, then slowly took the book away from you. You look at him with confusion.

"What?" You ask, trying to sound bitter, but failing. He looks at you, his golden eyes staring into yours. "Have you been avoiding me?" He asks you, his voice sounding a little disappointed. His question surprises you so much you start nervously laughing.

"W-Wha— Why would I do such a thing!" You almost yell, trying to ease the situation. "I... I haven't. Really. You... You're imagining things."

"Am I...?" He asks, his voice a whisper like a caresss, his hand taking hold of your cheek. The contact makes you hot, hot already. You can't believe you got hot like this over feeling his hand on your cheek. Alucard softly sighs, his lips dangerously close to yours. "I do imagine a lot of things. Especially at night."

A shiver runs across your full body. You're staring at his lips. His body is so close to you.

"I dream of you. Of us. We do things that would make God blush." He confesses, his hands wrapping around your neck. Shit, is it just you or it's fucking hot in here? "When I wake up, I'm a mess. I'm tired of thinking I'm the only one who craves your touch. Please, [Name], tell me you feel the same. Tell me I'm also in your deeams."

You do better than telling him.

Your lips crash agaisnt his, pulling him in a kiss as you let your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Alucard sighs in relief, his hands holding you tight around him as he kisses you back. The kiss is deep, passionate. It shows how you two have been craving for each other but never made the first move. You bite on Alucard's lower lip, earning a soft gasp from him, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You lift yourself from the desk table, making him sit on the desk now, switching your positions. He lets you do so, his hands not leaving you. His legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even more closer if that's even possible.

You don't miss the adorable whine he leaves when you pull away, staring at his face with a smile. He was sweating, panting heavily, some or his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. God, he really is a work of art. You can't help yourself.

"Can I touch you?" You refrain a teasing giggle when you see him fastly nod his head, blushing. "Please." He pleads you, in a soft, adorable whine. You kiss his forehead, hands gently discarding his clothes. Once he is in his boxers and his white shirt only, you start moving your hips agaisnt his, feeling his cock agaisnt your sex. The sensation makes you bite your lower lip, and Alucard leaves a loud gasp, holding tight onto your shoulders.

You continue doing this, torturing this poor vampire. He keeps moaning your name and holding into you. You kiss his neck now, grinding a little more. You don't miss the moan that escapes Alucard's mouth and the face he is making. "Please." He pants, his hands going from your shoulders to your face. "Please, [Name]. Please." You giggle, slowing as you whisper to his ear.

"What is it, precious?" You ask, making him leave another pant as he tries to collect his thoughts. "Please. Touch me." His pleading is so adorable it's addicting. You want to hear him beg more. "But I am touching you." You tease, giving another low roll of your hips. Alucard cries out.

"[Name], please!" He yelps, trying to move his hips himself to have more friction, but you stop him, grabbing his hips firmly. "No, no." You stop him, trying to ignore how hot the sob he left when you stopped him sounded. You try to calm him down by kissing his lips, the contact making him leave a moan. You can feel how he desperately needs you. You sigh, pulling away as you smile at him.

"I'm here."