#adrian fahrenheit tepes x you

[2kmps]

A Simple Nocturne

alucard|adrian tepès x reader | 3.3k

synopsis; following the defeat of his father by his hand, you notice alucard becomes withdrawn amid an uncertain future. you take his hand, unable to bear the suffering he endures in silence.

story warnings; mentions of patricide, alucard in mourning, erotic content that isn't really explicit, written in 2018, sotn-coded alucard mostly, mdni!

At his insistence, he was often in your company for a few sparse moments while the moon was at its highest beyond the spires of the castle and coverture by clouds. You couldn’t say you were a fool to the layout of the castle any longer, and even once telling him so, he still offered to walk with you through the dismal corridors, guided by the dull flicker of candlelight from the candelabra in his grasp.

These were the moments with him that you cherished the most, the only ones he seemed willful to indulge you in. Following the defeat of Dracula by his own hand, you thought his eyes had grown colder than any hellish winter, reflecting the nebulous traces of his thoughts. He stood within your grasp these times almost always, and yet he was so far away from you.

Even as he walked alongside you, the halls comfortless and abysmal aside from the synchronic tap of your footfalls across cold stone that reverberated endlessly off the walls and carried on as though a voice growing more distant, you felt alone.

You could feel his presence beside you, his languid strides easy enough to keep in pace with, the tail of his coat nearly dragged the floor and wound his legs, and if you were to sidle just slightly nearer, you would be touching him.

He seemed a ghost; residual and purposeless, a man with nothing else he could possibly lose and yet for some reason even unknown to him, he continued living on.

The sweet glow emanating from candlelight cast across his face and showed to you a haunted man, an otherworldly beauty that captured the pallor and translucency in his skin, the glimmer of hair like tinsel, and a gaze with faint shine that swayed towards you.

You quickly looked away towards the worn tapestries adorning the walls and the many doors mirroring one another as you passed. However, after a moment, the discomforting echoes in the hall tapered into nothing as you both stopped before one door in particular.

“I feel like it looks different every night.” You said, fingertips curling away from the brass handle wrapped in the night chill. “I sort of feel like switching up rooms again. That alright with you?”

“You’re free to do as you wish, that has not changed.” Alucard gave his brisk reply. Perhaps if this had been your first encounter with him, you would had thought him rude, but there was no ill-intent behind his words.

And by the dimming glow from the flames, you could feel his gaze waver at the slightest, lips twitching at the corners as though trying to search for something more to say. You wondered if he thought he presented an unperturbed, impenetrable, always stoic demeanor that you couldn’t see through. It was likely of little comfort to him when your eyes pierced straight through him; those feelings, those things he perceived as his own weaknesses wore on his sleeve and made your heart tremble as well.

“Tomorrow, then.” He spoke at last, taking one step away for you as he turned. There was a reluctance in his movements, a lethargy as though realizing once he left, he would be alone again.

You couldn’t bear his suffering any longer.

“Adrian, enough of this.” You caught his wrist, jarring him to a halt while his eyes shone in surprise. “Enough. Please just talk to me about how you’re feeling. Whatever you’re going through. You’re not well, you haven’t been in sometime.”

The walls were crashing down around him, the facade was quick to melt away as his face began to twist as though anguished. “I’ve nothing left to say that’s worth taking your time.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, you damn fool.” You searched for his fingers, twining them together as the large door gave a suffering wail. Your first steps backwards into the room were met with resistance, the full length of his arm outstretched, lingering at your doorway with the candelabra leveled at his waist. “You can come inside. Please, just talk to me. If not for yourself, then just don’t let me be alone.”

And so, led by the warmth of your hand, he ventured in the darkness of your room. The brass handle gave a rattle as he closed the door behind him, freeing his fingers from your own to set the candelabra aside on the first table that caught his eye. Despite the black air that encompassed you, you navigated the room easily enough, feeling for the candles and dainty lanterns you kept at your bedside for convenience.

You turned your head towards the sound of scuffing fabric, managing just then to coax a lantern alight, basking the spacious room warm, dancing hues that didn’t quite reach your doorway. It pleased you, however, when Alucard emerged from that nothingness without his coat, shadows seemingly dissolving from his shoulders as he fiddled with the cuffs of his shirt.

The bed barely emitted a creak as you flopped atop of it, legs crossed under you, giving the spot before you a eager pat. “Sit right here and tell me what’s on your mind. I’m all ears.”

His fingers froze at the buttons on his sleeves, eyes swimming across the room as though cautious there might be others listening, observing you both. That feeling stayed with him even once he joined you on the bed, his presence little more than a slight dip in the mattress.

You scooted closer to him. “There’s something I’ve been curious about, Adrian. With, you know, everything that has happened. Are we—Are you going to stay here indefinitely?”

“Even I cannot foretell the future.” He hunched forward, arms draped across his thighs. “What it is I should do against what I feel I should, I think of them often. My bloodline is cursed, what good to the world has come about it?”

He said this one other instance, though your memories of that day were vague, dreamlike even. You only recalled roaming Dracula’s castle with him, and then the next awakening in his arms to a brilliant sunrise and a sprawling, glittering sea. That beauty was marred by his overwhelming grief, though his tears only glistened at the corners of his eyes, never falling.

“I don’t think you’re cursed, Adrian.” You said, reaching forward to give light strokes his arm. Through the thin fabric, you felt his muscles tense against your touch, his eyes fixated on yours. “You’re a good man who wants peace, who sacrificed so much, who loves his family more than anything else… even after everything.”

Those words seemed to soften him as his shoulders lowered, tresses of gold falling across his chest.  The shadows deepened in the creases of his brow, and even though it pained him for you to see his composure chip away, he could not will his gaze away from you. Not now, and not when the tears seared his eyes, clouding his vision until the your face was no longer discernible to him.

“Oh, Adrian.” You found your voice cracking, his despair so palpable that it made your bones ache. It wasn’t any thought in your mind to wrap your arms around him, nestling your face against his chest to smother your own tears. “None of this was your fault. Not what happened to your mother, nor your father. This isn’t something you have to deal with on your own.”

You had never felt so much rigidity in his body more than you did in that moment. Clearly, your response was unexpected, your touch even less so. Despite this, he let his vulnerability show, body trembling as you smoothed your hands across his back.

His fragility was heartbreaking, and thought it was not so, he felt so much smaller than yourself.

“I... I am tormented by it every night. By my mother’s death, seeing it again.” He whispered shakily, taking a moment to ease his breaths. “And by taking my father’s life by my own hand. I remember so vividly still, at the end before his death, he had a moment of clarity. He wanted forgiveness that I could not be the one to grant.”

“Adrian—”

When you felt his arms surround you, holding you flush to him as his chin rested atop your shoulder, you thought the air had been knocked from your lungs. How long had it been since he held you like this?

“Is this the fate I’m meant to endure? The knowledge that I was useless to save my mother, and my father was slain by my hand? Isn’t a fate where I seal myself away from the world something to rejoice?”

You couldn’t listen to this anymore.

“Adrian, my love, that’s not the answer!” you snapped, that outburst startling him long enough for you to slip your arms between your bodies to take the sides of his face in your hands. “Please, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re still grieving, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But, you need to accept that you’ve always done everything you could.”

His arms loosened from your waist, yet he still would not let you go. A smile tilted the corners of your lips as you traced your thumbs under his eyes, swiping away his tears. You were doubtless that you could offer him little comfort in alleviating all of his agony. 

The only one who could bring that war in his heart to a standstill was himself, you could only do this and hold his hand when he needed it.

Aside from the drum of your heartbeat in ears, the room was void of noise. You indulged in that silence, mesmerized by the softness of his skin that still held traces of warmth, and glisten in his eye that you wanted to believe stemmed from something other than tears.

He was entranced just as much by you, leaning his face more to one side against your palm, though you noticed the way his eyes drifted down your face.

It was an invitation that you eagerly took.

The feeling of his lips against yours was something you had craved for a time, foreign for you both, though his reaction was much more genuine. He was unsure, startled even that you had decided to kiss him. His face remained still in your hands as you moved your lips to the corner of his mouth, feathering upwards towards his cheeks, to the tip of his nose, and then once again to the origin.

This time he held no reservations to your affection, one of his hands carefully caressed your nape while your arms rose to hook around his neck. His lips were as soft as you had imagined they were while fervor grew from the caress, rousing something in you that you had been forced to the furthest parts of your mind for a while.

You felt his hand sweep lower to your back, gliding between your shoulder blades until he held you at your waist and eased you down on the mattress. His loose curls were much like spun gold, tempting you to twist them like tight ringlets around your fingers as his hair spilled over his shoulders like silk.

It wasn’t until you felt the tickle of the crisp night air against your flesh that you realized his easy work on your blouse, unfastening the last of the buttons before reaching past the fabric to feel your skin. You were growing unfathomably hot just by this, keenly aware your chest burned where he touched you, and it crept higher and higher as his hands did.

“Mmmn, this isn’t how I want it to go, Adrian.” You managed between kisses, tilting your face away where he then found fascination in your neck. His warm breath fanning across your flesh, trailing the length of your neck and behind your ear was rewarded with a quivering, longing sigh. “Adrian—”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yeah, I do.” You murmured, luring his face over yours again where you yanked him by the shirt into yet another ardent kiss. Without releasing his shirt, you ventured lower to fumble through undoing the buttons and peeled the thin fabric from his body.

Even though he was a lean man, there was still definition in his fame, muscle in his arms and chest. You memorized the divots and curves in his skin with your fingertips, unlikely to forget how he twitched when you touched him and his trembling breaths.

His pants and undergarments came off much faster, a reflection of your ardor and perhaps even his own as he swayed against you to slide them off his hips, cock hard against your thigh. The last of your garments was shucked from your body to join the heap on the floor, prompting you push yourself on your elbows as you kissed beneath his jaw.

“Lie on your back, Adrian.” You smiled against him, running your hands across his chest as persuasion. “Tonight is for you. I want you to know how much I love you.”

“As you wish.”

There was a flicker in his eye, a liveliness and searing want. His hands seized your own, pulling you up to straddle his waist when he laid back on the bed. There he explored more of you, stroking circles on your thighs and hips, eyes traveling across your body in a way you expected someone would look at exquisite art. “You are divine. This moment is ours, though I still do not understand what I have done to earn your love.”

“I don’t think any of us really do. We just love authentically and truly.” You answered, casting your eyes low to his erection and rubbed yourself against him. “I love you because you’re a good, kind man, even if you don’t want to see it.”

His breath snagged in his throat as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking his length and circling your palm around the head. You felt his hips lift under your, yet continued with fluid, rhythmic pumps. “I love you because you always try your best, you always do what you can with whatever circumstances are given to you.”

Even when in the clutches of pleasure, he was absolutely beautiful. His teeth caught the dim light when his mouth fell ajar, and his hair was a luscious bed of curls around him. You found it a bit humorous that you could elicit such a reaction from him, being what he was. But, you always believed him to more human than vampire.

It was after giving his cock a few harder strokes that he gripped your wrists, halting you. “Enough of this. I want to feel you, give yourself to me.”

You held no qualms to what he wanted.

Convinced by your nod, he released your wrists to grip at your thighs instead, massaging the back of them and then your ass when you rose to your knees to guide him inside you. His expression twisted deliciously the lower you went on his shaft, his fingers pushed deep divots into your skin when you acclimated to his girth and began rocking on him.

He didn’t let you go, not once.

Hot air hissed through your nostrils, lips taut and brow furrowing in your concentration to angle him just right as you rolled forward and then back. More than your own pleasure, you were careful to watch for his; the subtle twitch of his lips, the tension between his eyes, and the unyielding stare he fixed you with.

This moment was solely for him, yet you could say you were surprised when he began stroking your sides, raising his hips in unison with your thrusts, sending quakes of pleasure racing through your limbs and core.

There was a new glimmer in his eyes now, a coddled flicker that had grown in such enormity that even you felt embarrassed to be on the receiving end of it. He helped you in your motions, lifting you high enough for the tip of his cock to just nestle in you, bucking his hips to plow deep inside, luring a rather harsh gush of air from your lips.

At that point, you loomed over him, fingers splayed across his chest to keep yourself from completely collapsing on him. Your breaths quivered as you touched your lips against him, setting is flesh ablaze as your pants left hot, moist trails on him that then caressed his ear.

“There’s so much more I want to experience with you, Adrian. This—" you stifled a moan, body jarring as you rammed back down onto him, striking a spot in your that made your toes curl inward and abdomen clench tighter and tighter. “This—this is nothing.”

A sting of cold air touched your sides as you threaded your fingers with his, pinning the back of his hands on the bed next to his head. His knuckles bled of color as he clenched your hand tighter, pants seeming nothing more than dainty puffs of air, but your body knew otherwise.

Your sides were going to bruise, fully expecting the same of your hands. His thrusts were hard, belonging to a man creeping closer to his end. And yet, even midst all of this, you had never seen his eyes so dazzling, smoldering, encompassing you in such warmth and passion.

“A lifetime with you,” he fussed with your fingers, the back of his head digging deeper into the sheets as he writhed below you. “I—I could ask for nothing else. There is none other that I would rather have.”

As tender and genuine as his words were, you could only focus on the tension burying deeper in your gut, but spreading like a growing ember, a heat pulsing through your veins. Your walls tightened around him, the friction roused something of a harsher noise from the back of his throat, whereas you met your end.

You shook as you came, the strength in your thighs weakening and warmth in your body flourished, climbing to from your toes to your fingertips, and filled your vision with a glare of white. While the tension flowed from your body, your motions atop of him lethargic and fingers loosening from his, he thrust up into you a number of times; each reaching deeper than the last, fierce and quick.

The feeling was almost indescribable. He held your hands tightly, body halting and rigid beneath yours, cock throbbing against your walls and growing slick with cum that sent a shudder rattling down your spine. It was then that you noticed his chest relax when he released his breath, hips flattening against the mattress.

“Your love…” he rasped, tipping your balance as he lifted the back of your hand to his lips, fingers still tangled with his. “I will never understand what I have done to be worthy of it. And yet, I cannot find it in myself to refuse it.”

You couldn’t call the sensation pleasant as you removed him from your body, joining his side on the bed, and inviting the night air to dance across your skin. All but one lantern had dimmed in the room, his expression difficult to determine, though you didn’t think you would be wrong in your assumption.

“Truly, who knows why anyone falls in love. But, I’m sure of my feelings.” You burrowed your face against his neck, relishing his touch as it ghosted across your shoulder. “We’ll face tomorrow, the following day, and every day thereafter together.”

“I have no doubt of that.” There was a faint rumble of laughter in his throat. He coaxed your face higher with his fingers so as to easily reach your ear. “To begin this lifetime together, allow me to repay you the words that you’ve spoken to me so much already."

"I love you.”

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[demigoddessqueens]

A man who can do both

[alucarddear]

Position anon again, would you please write a NSFW alphabet for Alucard? Pretty please? 🥺

Alucard N S F W Alphabet*

I'm personally offended that I haven't done this for Lulu before. Anyway, rather than just spelling out his name, I'll give you the entire alphabet. Heh. This is LONG! Your thoughts and keyboard smashes are welcome. 🤭

P.S. I go explicit and specific; read at your own risk. I also tried my best to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, so this is [Alucard x You]. However, I did have a little self-indulgent fun with W: wild card, the only section with an obvious she/her indication. Just so you know!

A: Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Aftercare is not optional to this dhampir. It's a must. It doesn't matter if you had a quick romp or a long night, he'd still take the time to treat you right, especially if he'd been rather rough with you.

Forehead kisses, soft caresses, helping clean you up—you name it and he's got it covered. It's all about making sure you feel loved, appreciated, and cared for.

Alucard is not one to just up and leave or make you feel used. In fact, it's noticeable how much more he dotes on you after actually using you up good and fucking you raw into next week. 😏

B: Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Your neck. Let's not even pretend that Alucard doesn't gravitate towards it. As you ride him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and nips and pecks at your throat. There's a part of him that wants to sink his fangs into you then and there and another that wants nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings against your skin as you throw your head back in bliss.

Alucard likes his hands—the way they're so large against yours; how perfectly your hands feel in his own. He likes his hands gripping your thighs or hips, his hand coming down to slap your ass, his hands caressing every inch of you. The way his hand closes around your wrist, encircling it completely as if it was made to do nothing but. The way he pushes you down with his hand on the small of your back as he prepares to take you from behind. Most of all, all of the things his hands can do to make you cum.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Alucard's desire to spill his seed inside you is next to nothing sometimes. If you'd let him, he'd bury himself balls-deep and cum inside you each and every time.

He loves to make you cum, loves the way you sound—the hitching of your breath, your begging, the way you can barely keep yourself from shaking as he coaxes yet another orgasm out of you. He loves to praise you for it. "God, you're fucking beautiful," is something you hear often. It just never gets old.

D: Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Alucard loves when you allow him to bend you over whichever way he pleases. Loves how tiny and pliable you look underneath him, adjusting and propping your arms and legs as he sees fit. Just the sight of you like that, it's enough to push him over the edge.

So, you know he draws you—you are his muse after all. You've seen his sketches. But not the ones of your beautiful, naked body. Not even the tasteful pieces he draws as you sleep. Not the ones where, try as he might, he just can't replicate how utterly divine you look when he fucks you. He's a talented artist, but nothing tops the real thing.

E: Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is he very experienced? No. Does he know what he's doing? Hell yes. His mother was a doctor and his father is a man of science. He lives in a castle full of resources. He has deep knowledge of biology—he's got the theory down pat. Sure, he fumbled a little the first few times, but he quickly learnt how you like to be pleased.

Besides, being a dhampir, Alucard is in tune with your body's responses to his ministrations. When you're intimate, he can practically feel your heart racing, dear. He knows when you're close, can tell when he's hitting it good, need I say more?

F: Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Mastery. He sits on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor to support you sitting on top of him with your legs bent on either side of him, your feet flat on the bed. This position allows you to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss. It lets you start off slow, very intimate—with you grinding against and riding him. Once you're a little tired (or he starts growing impatient), he simply grips your hips and pounds up into you until you're a screaming wreck. His grip on your hips and his feet securely planted on the floor allows him to rut into you fast. And the view? Fucking fantastic. He loves watching you come undone like this, seeing you throw your head back and expose your throat to him. Yes.

For a quick romp, you can't go wrong with doggy style. When you're in his study and you both get a little too distracted? He’ll bend you over his desk and have his way with you.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, he's very serious about giving both of you a good time, alright. He might do something that makes you giggle, sure, but for the most part it's probably accidental and not his intention. Sex with Alucard can be intimate and sweet or downright animals humping in the undergrowth (👀), no in between. He's not here for the shits and giggles, darling.

H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It does match. Maybe not all the time completely bare, but he keeps himself neat and tidy. Do you see his luxurious hair? He takes care of himself down there too.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Alucard loves to see you and hear you. He's considerate and goes out of his way to find what works for you. So much so he probably has ruined you for anyone else. You'll never find a more receptive lover; it’s time to accept that.

When you make sweet love, he whispers sweet nothings against your skin. He peppers kisses all over you and makes you feel like the most gorgeous being on the planet. He's not afraid to voice his thoughts out loud too, praising you and urging you on.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You remember those naughty sketches of you? Yep. He has used them a couple times while you were away. You're in his thoughts whenever he touches himself.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging. He not-so-secretly loves it when you beg. How are you to know how much more you can take? He'll just have to show you.

When you moan his name as you grip the sheets and quake beneath him? Yeah. He loves it, especially when you can barely even make out the words for “Adrian, please, please, please.”

When you take control and ride him like your life depends on it, it does something to his brain. You on top, taking control and looking absolutely beautiful as you do so... he could cum just from the thought of it.

There is a part of him that likes the thought of cumming deep inside you and breeding you. Maybe it's that loneliness that sometimes nags at him, maybe he yearns for a family, but he can't lie this feels utterly divine.

L: Location (favourite places to do the do)

The bed is cliche, but it works and is comfortable. Your kitchen counter, desk, against the wall or a tree, table, or out at some secluded clearing by the lake... Alucard is truly not that picky, as long as you're not out in the public for other eyes to see and you’re both comfortable.

M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your reactions and enthusiasm. Knowing you're into it just as much as he is.

When you sashay towards him, crooking your finger at him to beckon him closer? He's right there with you in a heartbeat.

When you wear his shirt and it swallows your smaller frame? It turns him on more than he lets on.

When you moan his name and gasp and writhe in pleasure. When you beg for him to take you harder, faster, and deeper. It just about short-circuits his brain.

N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any form of bondage or restrictions to his movement. It brings up unnecessary trauma and makes him feel that he's not in control or safe. He is mostly a switch, sure, letting you take control and dominate too, but tying him up is just a no-go for him.

He won't transform into a wolf. It's practically bestiality, which he's not down for.

Somnophilia or any other act where consent can be dubious. He's just big on consent and trust, for obvious reasons.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves having absolute control over your pleasure, knowing it's him coaxing the sighs and moans and screams out of you. He enjoys how easily he can make you cum and drive you mad.

That said, he also loves watching you pleasure him, taking as much of his hard length as you can, especially whenever you greedily swallow his load.

P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends. Sex can be whatever it needs to be in the moment. While he loves nothing more than to take his time and make sweet love to you, he also loves ravaging you and leaving you utterly spent. It's satisfying either way.

The usual case is he begins slowly and sensually, but by the end of it (and sometimes without warning), he's rutting into you like his life depends on it.

Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't above having a quickie if that is all time permits, but he would really much rather have his way with you properly!

R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Given that he's a dhampir, he knows exactly how to go unseen or unnoticed. It's likely his risk assessment is much more honed. You might think you're being risky, but he is well aware of the chances of you getting caught in the act.

As for experimenting—other than his hard reservations (the ones listed in N), he is game to experiment and try different things you may be curious about as long as you both feel safe and comfortable about them.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a dhampir... need I say more? The chances of you exhausting him first is little. Sorry to burst your bubble. 😆 He's got stamina for days, honey.

T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Alucard is not above using toys to pleasure you. But what can a toy do that he can't do better? Hah. Chances are he will attempt to learn how it pleases you and try to replicate that with his own cock, mouth, and hands.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be such a little tease. You know the way he banters. That snark and sass can sometimes make their way inside the bedroom too.

"What was that, darling?" he'd ask, as if his amazing sense of hearing wasn't enough to register your begging as he edges you for the nth time. "Tsk. Patience, my love..." he would even dare chide you!

Alucard also loves to glide his fangs over your skin, just enough to leave a faint mark but not enough to draw blood.

V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not shy to let you know he’s having a good time, but he’s also not overly loud. He gasps, moans, and curses, a tight-lipped “Fuck!” slipping out once in a while.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon)

He loves to praise you. His way of talking dirty is to let you know how good you feel around him. How ethereal you are, how perfect for him, how you taste so sweet.

He encourages you as he pushes you over the limit. “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it. Cum for me,” he would say. He’d place a kiss on your open mouth as you convulse around him as he rips yet another orgasm out of you. “My sweet darling,” he would groan, wiping the sweat off your brow. “How perfect you are. Good girl.” And just like that, he’s about to do it all over again. RIP. 😫

X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s active and it shows. He’s well built without being overly bulky. It suits him—muscular/toned yet elegant and lean.

He’s packing a just-about-above average penis, but nothing you cannot handle. The man’s over six foot, it just fits.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alucard is the type to yearn and pine, so set the volume level up cause he cannot get enough of you. Enough said.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes you drift off to sleep together, but you usually fall asleep first.

He’s a night owl. He’d take you in his arms and stroke your hair as you sleep, admiring the way you glow under the moonlight, and wonder how he got so lucky to have found you. 🤍🌙

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝒜𝑀𝒫𝐿𝐸!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ this is a response to the ask: ‘how’d you think alucard would be when he’s overstimulated!’ ~ i am so glad you asked, nonnie >.< i’ve been meaning to write a bit of smut for adrian, and this ask was the perfect opportunity to do so! please enjoy, and thank you for reading! ❤︎

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ 800+ words of . . . adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, porn with a no plot whatsoever, canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, size difference, nipple play, unprotected sex, cowgirl (i wanna ride i wanna ride!) dacryphilia, use of pet names (e.g, love, dear), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread oopsie, minors shoo!

you’ve always known your husband to be picturesque. what you never imagined, though, is that pushing him to the very edge could get him any prettier.

oh, but it does. you’ll surely make note that a good swivel of your hips grinding down on his cock is just what undoes him and turns him into this; a tousled display of blush-dusted cheeks, mouth agape and puffy from your kisses, shiny fangs bearing whenever he parts his lips to moan, and long lashes glistening with unshed tears . . . its a scene of its very own, straight out of the pages of wallachia’s filthiest erotica novel.

adrian usually withholds from making noise whenever you have sex, but when the sensations become overbearing, he starts to grow loud. he's pleading your name in broken whimpers, unsure of whether he should tell you to stop or beg for even more. he can hardly handle it, and his eyes scrolling to the back of his head confirms such. but god, he can't help but wane for you. and so he basks in the very feeling of you, and wouldn't want it any other way.

though he's terribly close to losing his senses, adrian's careful enough to not allow his claws extend when gripping fervently at the warm flesh of your full hips. you're riding him to no end, bouncing upon the length of him, and he bets that you feel the underside of his swollen cock throbbing as wildly as a heartbeat. he finds that he loves it— how you use him to chase your own pleasure.

you're sensitive too, he notices. the sound of your breathing's picked up, and all your noises are pitchier. you claw at the broad expanse of adrian's shoulders and leave a slew of subtle reddened lines, his skin cool to the touch. you're then lifting yourself up with a trembling sigh before slamming back down on his twitching dick, asscheeks rippling from the collision of your skin against his. he bites his lip over the way your boobs jiggle and sway upon impact. there’s far too much to absorb, yet he can't get enough.

his restlessness manifests into desperate rutting, thighs flexing and trembling when he does so. adrian makes a sloppy attempt to fuck up into you, and an especially deep thrust has you clenching and fluttering around him. when adrian cries out, you mewl along with him.

spent, you lower yourself to lie upon his frame, breasts pressing up against his firm chest as you rest your face within the crook of his neck. his body is toned, imposing, and ghostly-fair, a beautiful contrast to your warm complexion and soft curves. he's got his hands melded into the slope of your dipping waist, and the flesh is hot and reddened there, as you are everywhere else.

your lips, plush and pink, wrap around his nipple, and he whines ever so sweetly. you're a bit lazier with it now; languidly rolling your hips against his own, striving to take him deeper into your sopping pussy. your arousal wettens his slim torso. with the remaining of energy he has left, adrian brings his large hands to grab at your ass, and gingerly bounces you down on his cock.

with strength, he lifts you by the flat surface of his palms and brings you crashing back down onto him, lewd claps with a wet tinge resounding throughout his grand bed-chamber, room now humid with lust. you lift your face to find his lips, and give him the messiest kiss of the night. he'a panting into your pliant mouth, and you lick along his own as he aimlessly tries to suck on your tongue.

at long last, crystal-like tears begin to slip their way down the apples of his milk-pale cheeks, and his groans are ceaseless. perhaps you've finally broken him. you peer up towards your angel of a man, eyes bright and alluring as you coo:

"adrian . . . is it too much, dear?"

to that, he whines. “n-no, it’s— i can handle it,” his head shakes fervently, golden-threaded tresses swaying with it. his impeccable hair is in disarray from all the fucking, and a lengthy strand falls into his face.

gently, you tuck it behind adrian's blush-tipped ear, admiring his countenance; a straight, defined nose with blush dusted across the bridge of it, faint blonde brows drawn together, and sheen lips tinted the tiniest bit of red from your biting and sucking.

“you’re certain?” you ask of him, but he only reaffirms with another breathless kiss, his eyes screwed shut as he melts into the warmth of your mouth, hooked on the sweetness of your lips. once you part, his sun-yellow eyes stare back at you, gaze lust-blown and full of affection. he’s nothing short of flawless.

"fuck— don't you stop," is his plea, voice taking on a low rasp, "just continue, love . . . keep on using me."

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾𝑀𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! 𝜗𝜚

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Alucard feeding off the reader??

Content: Alucard x fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood, vampire feeding

Notes: You didn't specify gender, so I just went with a woman reader. Also apologize if this is ooc, this is my first time writing Alucard. I also got some devastating news about a family member halfway through this which may have clouded my judgement on if this was good enough to publish on the internet

You always liked Alucards fangs. The way they gleamed in the moonlight, the way he'd use them to scare enemies off, the way they'd flash at you when he smiled. He smiled a lot with you. He adored you.

Even after his friends left him, and those twins betrayed him, he found room in his heart to give you a chance, and it evolved into a beautiful relationship where he practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

Two lost souls come to find solace in each others arms, passionately loving each other until the end of time. Alucard felt his love for you grow with each and every day - and so at some point he vowed to never hurt you. That included feeding if he ever needed to, and you appreciated that.

Until tonight.

Alucard hadn't fed off of blood in so long, he began to dim. His normally bright yellow eyes now stuck to the floor, dulled and dark. His bright blond, wavy hair, stopped being washed. He felt sluggish and depressed. He knew not feeding wouldn't kill him, but it made him feel better. But he would never feed off of you, he told himself.

After seeing what no blood does to him, you offered your neck up to his fangs. He vehemently denied your suggestion, but gave in the more you insisted.

Now you lay helpless in your nightgown, your lover crawling over you. The moonlight shining through the window reveals his eyes to you, those dim yellow orbs telling a tale of concern. His hand moves under your chin and slots your head to the side, giving him better access. He looks at you one last time.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." You give him a smile.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he lowered his head and bit down anyway.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he drained your blood from you.

He wouldn't feed from you.

But he pulled away, his brightness returned to him, and you winced as he pulled his fangs out of you.

Adrian fought himself the entire time he drained you of your blood, tried to reason with himself that there must be some other way. But Alucard reasoned that you wanted this, liked it even, and who was he to deny you of that?

He looked you over as he pulled away, his mouth and teeth smeared in your blood. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better." You joked, though you now felt weak.

"I'll go get us some things to clean this up with." Alucard carefully moved off of you. "I didn't take too much, did I?"

"No, no. Just grab a cloth or something before my blood gets on your bed." You shooed him off.

Alucard returned with a cloth, a bandage, and some water for you. He kissed you, wiped up the blood and kissed the wound, then carefully put a bandage over top to make sure it didn't bleed anymore. He handed you the water for you to drink, and then climbed into bed with you.

"I love you." He mumbled into your ear.

"I love you too." You set the water down on the table next to the bed, laid with him, and slept the night away.

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☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝), 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭/𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭

☆ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐈’𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

☆ ​𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+

How does he manage to be so stunningly beautiful even in this moment? While you’re lying there, probably appearing a bit disheveled, he looks absolutely divine, his hair cascades around his face like elegant drapes.

If ever compared, he could rival an angel, especially with the shimmering light from the fireplace casting an illusion of a halo slightly askew above his head.

Or perhaps it’s the struggle to keep your eyes open, only managing to squint and steal glimpses of him that you hallucinate. The dizzying urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head arises as he handles you with an extraordinary delicacy, treating you like a rare creature he’s encountered.

He drags his hips lazily, only purpose was to feels every pulse and twitch of your walls around his cock. It hits all the spots in you so easily that you can’t be frustrated by the pace. You can only lie there and take it; no matter how torturous it may be.

His hands roam your body, pausing where he holds a firm grip, like your hips or breasts, before eventually settling on grasping a handful of your soft inner thighs, gently urging them to open a bit wider, allowing him to delve a bit deeper.

The change in angle takes your breath away, each occasional movement of his hips causing his tip to gently brush against your cervix. While not a new experience, the knowledge that he could reach such depth was heightening your arousal—your body’s response was immediate: a slow arch of your back off the bed, a quicker rise and fall of your chest, and your toes curling involuntarily. The tension building in your lower stomach becomes more pronounced.

Moistening your lips, you briefly close your eyes and tilt your head back, embracing the pleasure. Each connection of his hips with yours grazes against your puffy clit, sending waves of delight through your body, causing you to instinctively clench your pussy down on him.

You notice his reaction—an almost imperceptible hiss and a firmer grip on your thighs—though his pace remains unchanged.

“I love you,” you say, breathless, your jaw slightly slack, enough for you to tell him the only thought in your head right now. Your chest and stomach tighten uncomfortably as you continue, “You’re so damn beautiful, I love you.”

If your eyes were open, you might notice the way his already fair face grew warmer, his eyes widening briefly with a mix of surprise, desire, and adoration before he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

He adjusts the position slightly, pushing your body further beyond its limits. With his face still against your neck, he braces himself by placing his forearms on either side of your head. He leans forward briefly before pulling back and setting a quick pace.

You let out a yelp as the pace sudden change. The force of his thrusts makes your breasts bounce, even under his weight. "Nnhg— ahh, Adrian— f-fuck," you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders for leverage.

He moves urgently, not out of impatience, but driven by the pursuit of his own release. Your words trigger something within him. He leans in, supporting his weight on one forearm while he fucks you gradually harder each plunge into you. His other hand skillfully rubs your clit in circular motions.

The pressure on your clit constricts your breath, yet you resist pulling away, enduring the slight discomfort of overstimulation. Instead, you meet his thrusts with equal fervor, yearning to reach your climax. If you'd known his response to your words in bed would be this intense, you would've spoken them earlier.

“Just like that—hahh—I’m so close, don’t stop, please,” you plead as the tension simmers, on the edge but not quite snapping. Alucard groans, leaning his weight onto you, resuming his exploration of your body, peppering your neck with open-mouthed kisses and gentle sucking.

You observe the muscles flexing on his back as best you can through fluttering eyes, sliding your hand up the back of his neck to entangle in his hair and gently scratch his scalp when he gives a sudden hard thrust.

He repeats the action multiple times, causing your legs to quiver. The intensity of his rutting feels overwhelming, as he vigorously enters you, hitting your G-spot with each motion, an almost relentless sensation.

“Yes-yes-yes, I love you. Right there!”

Again, he pace quickens, the shallow thrusts now accompanied by the telltale twitch of his cock. He's nearing the edge, his breath hitching in your ear as he keeps you tightly pressed against his body.

Suffocating. That’s how you’ve felt. Likely, it mirrored how he felt when your soaked pussy clenched around him for the final time, messily creaming on his cock.

He continues to thrust erratically through your orgasm before finally, he buries himself deep inside you, releasing with a grunt and a twitching of his body as he cums.

He slumps against you, applying all his weight, his hair falling into your face before feeling a smile against your shoulder, “You both embarrass and flatter me, darling. Thank you.”

[imafraidoftomorrow]

As soon as I figure out how to write an extremely soft, emotional sex scene, it's over for all of the Alucard fans. My only goal is to make y'all sob

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Would you like to dance?

Note: People with diabetes, thread with caution. This one is sweeeet. Sweeter than the entire candy store. So much cheesy romance too. The rainbow dragon felt particularly whimsical this evening.

Oh! I almost forgot. The room is loosely inspired by hall of mirrors by Francois de Cuvillies.

Enjoy ❤️

“Almost there.” Adrian’s velvety voice whispered behind you. You had an inkling of an idea when you come from the woods to the castle and found a dress you’d never seen before on your bed, that Adrian had something planned for you. You were currently led through endless twists and pathways of this mysterious building and even though you had memorized some routes you’d taken regularly, you didn’t recognize this part of the castle. He wrapped a silky ribbon around your eyes as he carefully guided you with his hands on your shoulders.

“We’ve been walking for some time. Where are you taking me?” you ask him bemused.

Alucard chuckles, “be patient, my love. Don’t you trust me?”

You sighed, “of course I do…”

“That’s what I thought.”

A creak and closing door was what alerted you that you’d reached your destination. You felt a caress of silk as it slipped over your eyes and you squinted in the faint light. A gasp left your lips. There, in a spacious room decorated with ornate mirrored walls burnt rows and rows of candles. Some were put in candelabras of various shapes and sizes, some littered the floor arranged neatly on tarnished trays. You watched the soft light reflecting in mirrors and wordlessly with your mouth slightly opened and a disbelieving look in your eyes you tried to take it all in.

Adrian watched your astonished expression in the mirror and let a soft laugh through his nose. “I take that as you like this?”

Instead of answering him, you ran into his arms. The dhampir let out a pleased hum as you pressed your lips against his. Several passionate presses of your mouth on his weren’t enough for you and soon you spread your affections on his cheeks, his chin, and his nose, as he tries to gently push you away. When Alucard finally managed to escape your loving mouth, he noted with barely contained amusement “I should surprise you more often.”

“This is beautiful!” you exclaimed with excitement, “How long it took you to prepare this?”

Adrian hummed in thought, “To light all the candles it took about three hours.” You stared at him with wide eyes. “Goodness…I wonder how many candles there are.”

“You know I have no idea?” Adrian countered, “I think maybe a few thousand.”

He caught sight of your shocked expression and chuckled. “Well I wanted to fill the whole room and I didn’t realize the ballroom was this big when I began” He gestured to the rows of candles.

“In all your favorite stories it’s all about great gestures of love and well…this is the beginning of mine.” You turned around in place, trying your hardest to absorb all that was around you. The awe and adoration for him render you completely speechless. Over the course of your time in Adrien’s castle, you have become skilled in navigating the sparse building. However, in all your time here, you’ve never come across this room.

It was a rather small circular room. Moonlight shone through five huge tall windows that spanned from the floor to the ceiling, while the inlaid Venetian mirrors, reflected the glint of the candles. It was breathtaking.

Adrian gave you a small secretive, smile and extended his arm to you. “There’s so much more, follow me.”

Only when he led you around the room with your arm resting in the crook of his you notice a faint sweet melody. When you asked him about it, Adrien raised his brows, beckoning you to a set of instruments that floated mid-air, as if operated by invisible musicians.

“Oh, this? It’s an enchanted ensemble. I happen to know a very crafty woman who speaks her magic. Maybe one day I’ll introduce you to her.” His gaze seemed distant, probably thinking about the said woman.

You beamed at him, “I’d love to meet her. This…” you gestured towards the room, “…is incredible. You’re amazing.” You looked at him completely besotted. It was still difficult to be on receiving end of such admiration, so the Dhampir turned away for a second to hide his bashfulness.

“Well, I’m glad you love it.” You pressed another, fleeting kiss to his lips, which earned a chuckle from him.

“If you keep this up we won’t be able to get to the best part.”

“That’s not all?!” you exclaimed in shock.

Without another word, Adrian led you towards a small table with a single lit candle and two added chairs. A wide variety of sweet and savory bites graced expensive cutlery and you noticed a bottle of wine standing near two goblets from cut glass.

“Is that…?”

“Yes, cream puffs. I know they’re your favorite. Tracking down the place they are made was quite the feat. I also managed to track down a bottle of the finest wine in Breilla.” He took the bottle in his hands and looked at the label with pride.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. This man. This lovely, thoughtful, beautiful man had carefully crafted a night of your dreams, all by himself. It felt unreal. You were swimming with so much emotion you didn’t know how to express it all, making your throat tighten and eyes water.

When he noticed you standing there with tears in your eyes, Adrian panicked.

“Are you…are you crying? Oh no…is this the good or the ba-”

Despite it being Adrian’s second frontal attack this evening, he expected this one even less. He let out a surprised ‘uff’ which was immediately silenced with your tongue passionately licking into his mouth as you jumped into his arms. His arms effectively supported your weight against him. Only when you ran out of air you finally released him, only to pepper his face with kisses I love you’s whispered against his cheeks.

As he was showered by your affections, Adrian huffed out amusedly, “I love you too. Although I think, that would be obvious by now. I did this all for you after all.”

He put you down and stepped back a little. Then with a deep bow, he offered you his hand.

“Well, may I?”

You giggled like a little child and eagerly took his hand. The Dhampir twirled you with practiced ease and lead the steps along the music.

You danced in the beautiful ballroom, bodies perfectly in sync. Good thing that Adrian offered to give a few dancing lessons prior to this night. As if he was planning for all of this from the beginning. You rested your head against his collarbone while he nuzzled the side of your head.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered in your ear, “especially…right there.” You felt a pair of lips press against the skin behind your ear and felt a shiver run all the way down to your feet.

If he’ll keep this up, you won’t be even able to stand, let alone dance.

“You know, your neck is looking rather…bare.” He lifted his head and studied you for a moment. “It’s a good thing I picked this up as well.” Out of somewhere, he fished out a piece of delicate jewelry. You felt short for breath for an umpteenth time this evening. “Do you like it?”

“Oh…oh Adrien.” You heard your voice crack.

“I saw you admiring a similar necklace in the shop window about a month ago and I decided to have this made for you.” He dangled the small chain dangle precariously in his fingers.

Ever the gentleman, Adrian asked you if he can put it on you. Being completely lost for words, all you could do was nod. You cast your eyes towards the floor shyly as he gently draped the necklace across your collarbones. Cold fingers gently grazed your neck as he placed another kiss on the back of your nape.

As he stepped away to admire his handiwork and discerned the flustered and touched look in your eyes, he nodded in satisfaction. “Well, I think this deserves a toast.”

He poured the wine into the glassware and handed you one of the goblets. You grasped the delicate stem, clinking it with his in the toast.

“To the first of many Valentines. I love you.”

[kiatheinsomniac]

Could I request a scenario where Alucard and reader are woken up by their baby crying in the night?

notes: writing babies/children isn't my forté but I hope that I did alright <3

pairing: Alucard x Reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: feeding blood to part-vampire babies (felt like it needed a warning in case anyone was uncomfortable with that mental image)

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

Red bottle

You scrunched your eyes up against the noise that woke up up, taking in a deep breath through your nose as you broke away from unconsciousness and you opened your eyes to see Alucard already getting out of bed. He swung his legs out of bed and you could hear him groan slightly as he stretched his back and tied his long hair back in one swift movement before going over to the cradle that had been set at the foot of the bed. You rubbed your eyes and sat up to help your husband as he lifted your baby out from the cradle, holding her close and gently jogging her in his hold. 

“Give her here, you got up last time and I don’t even remember you coming back to bed.” You murmured with outstretched arms. He gently shook his head. 

“No, you’ve been looking after her all day and you need to rest more than I do, remember?” You got out of bed to rest your head against his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his back while your other hand rested on where your baby was wrapped up in her blanket. 

“Adrian, my love, I may be mortal but I’m not made of glass. You have so much to do around the village tomorrow, the people need you and you need to rest.” 

“I’ll be fine.” He murmured back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “There isn’t much left to try if she won’t stop crying…” He trailed off, looking down at your daughter pitifully, “She has more mortal heritage, yes, but she’s still a dhampir and it could be blood that she needs but we can’t know.” You frowned at the thought. The idea of your baby being fed blood, potentially unnecessarily, didn’t sit well with you but you had been prepared for the possibility that she may well need it before you went into parenthood with Alucard. You wondered if this is how Lisa and Dracula ever struggled with Alucard – were they unsure when to treat him as a human baby and when to treat him as a vampire baby too? 

“Alright.” You nodded your head, “We’ll give it a try but if it doesn’t stop her crying or she rejects it… we stop.”

“Of course we do.” Alucard replied as he passed her into your arms and you sat down on the edge of the bed. “There may still be some pig’s blood in the cellar. I’ll take a look around.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead while you weakly nodded, holding your daughter close as she cried. You inwardly cursed the lack of knowledge of dhampirs and suddenly you craved a set of in-laws to tell you what to do, what they had done with Alucard. You knew very little of your daughter’s nature, just that being a quarter vampire was undoubtedly having an impact on how quickly she was ageing. 

“Shh, I know.” You whispered, holding her close to your heart, “We’re trying to help…” Alucard came back soon with pig’s blood that he had prepared in a bottle and came to sit down beside you, folding one of your legs behind you and leaning over your shoulder, reaching around you so that the both of you could hold the bottle. It took a few seconds for you to really bring it to your daughter’s attention before she latched down on it and you sighed in relief as she tried to reach up to hold it with the two of you, chugging it down happily. You let out a sigh of relief and let your head fall back against Alucard’s shoulder as he looked down at the two of you. 

“Beautiful quiet.” You smiled up at him. 

“Seeing as the rapid growth counts as a vampiric ability, I suspected that she might need some blood to keep that up, that she was draining herself without it.” You hummed contentedly as you slumped back against your husband, feeling his arms wrap around you, one hand coming up to gently caress his daughter’s cheek as you held the bottle to her mouth. 

The two of you set her back in the cradle when she finished the bottle, climbing into bed together and feeling Alucard pull you close, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Get some rest, my love.” 

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[misaverawrites]

Upon The Night (Alucard x Reader) -Chapter Four

summary: The night creatures come and you try to fight to live another day with your family.

tags: Season 4 canon divergence, fainting, wounds, near-death experiences, Alucard saves you, night creatures, canon-typical violence, you get really injured

a/n: i love this series sm, i just rewatched season 4, this series makes me so happy omg i hope you guys are enjoying it.

In the evening sky, golden hues burn into orange as you return to Danesti. “We don’t have much time,” Alucard says, handing you a sword. Greta meets the two of you at the entrance of town, “We just have tonight,” She says, “Then we’ll be relocating the village into your castle.” Alucard nods. How could he just give up his home to strangers like that? It’s a bit shocking to you, but you have no time to think about that. “Greta, I’m going to go check on the elders, make sure that they and the children and hidden safely.” She nods, “Good idea, meet back with us when you’re all done.” You run off with her confirmation, making your way to a home with a cellar, you knock on it, and one of the older women in the village pops out of the cellar, a baby on her hip. “Thank goodness you’re back,” She says with a smile, “Edith has been worried sick about you.” You smile, “Tell her I'll be fine and to behave, alright? Is everyone else down there?” The woman nods, “Everyone is where they need to be, Greta has taken care of all of it, while you were gone with that young man. He’s very good-looking, isn’t he?” You roll your eyes at her obvious attempts of judging your attraction to Alucard, a dhampir you barely know in the slightest. “Go back in, make sure everyone stays quiet, alright?” She nods and when you confirm everything is locked, you run back to Greta.

Greta is talking to the village’s priest, a lanky man who holds a bucket of holy water. “Will this be enough?” You ask as the priest nods, “We have enough to last us the night, a little bit goes a long way with these night creatures. It also helps that these swords are silver.” The priest turns to face Alucard with a smile, “You are a good man, this kindness will not go unnoticed by our Lord. Despite some of our other misdoings.” Like killing his mother? Alucard seems to only nod and smile politely, bearing his own sword, it hums and comes to life at his own whim. “I am saying that I will need to use my powers and I am asking your permission to do that. Right now, before we begin this fight.” Greta simply nods, “As long as it is not against the village people, do what you must. You have been positive support to us already, alongside (Y/N).” You shoot your vampiric companion a small smile, as you get onto your knees to wet your blade with the holy water and then wipe it down a bit more with salt. The chittering of the forest that surrounds your village turns into growls and groans, night creatures.

“You ready for our last night at home?” You ask Greta and she shakes her head, “My family has been here before Danesti, I wish I didn’t have to leave it, but, at least, should I fall, I will fall alongside you, a formidable ally and dear friend.” You pull her in and hug her tightly, “I should be grateful to fall at your side. If I do…?” You don’t want to finish your sentence and Greta knows what you’re asking, “I will take your sister in. I promise with my entire being.” You nod and turn to face the night, dark and dangerous. Night creatures begin to fly overhead, clicking all the while. You clutch your sword, tight in your grip. Your breath hitches in your throat, it’s shaky coming out. The way your heart beats out of your chest, you’re panicked, more than you’ve ever been in your entire life. You take only a moment to stop and breathe, you can only take a moment, otherwise, your sister loses her sister too. Suddenly, you come eye to eye with a night creature, pitch black with glowing blue eyes. It knocks you to the ground with its landing force, as well as back to reality. You exhale a strong breath and suddenly, the creature in front of you has you pinned, tightly against the ground, claws tightly clutching into your skin. Then suddenly, it loosens before finally going limp and allowing you out of its clutches. You look up, trying to regain any form of composure, and see Alucard with his widened amber eyes that are full of… worry? “Stay vigilant,” He says in his almost whisper-like voice, “If you freeze, I may not be able to save you next time as I said earlier, you have people you need to protect.” You nod, exhaling. At this moment, it is as if you are really seeing Alucard for the first time, his amber eyes glittering in the moonlight, his pale visage contrasting his darkened cloak with golden accents, and his hair is a beautiful blonde shade, like the woman’s hair in the photo you’d caught only a glimpse of back at his home. He lowers his hand to help you off of the ground and you take his hand almost without a second thought. When you’re standing straight up it’s as if everything has changed, the air between you and Alucard feels suffocating and tight as if you were in the night creature’s grasp once more. You turn to look around and it suddenly looks as though a war is in full force, you’re back to back with Alucard and at this moment you feel hopelessly, desperately outmatched against the creatures of the night.

You sigh, you know that you must fight so that way if you die it will have all been worth it. Sweat clings to your forehead, hot and uncomfortable, the heat from the night creatures as well as the movements you begin to make whilst fighting them all is nothing if not dizzying. Your hair clings to your skin, you feel burning sensations boil at your skin, and you look to see a mark, bloody and angry, pressed into your hip where the night creature had held you down, something to deal with later, you note to yourself. Your blade sings into the night air, as it burns through night creatures with mild ease. You finally have found a rhythm in the fight, as have many of those fighting alongside you, at least those who still stand to fight. You shake the thought that that could be you, the night creatures are not easy foes to fight against, any loss in your train of thought and that will be you. 

The sky begins, to your excitement, to change into a shade of light pink. The day will arrive soon, and you will find a new, safer home. You will get to enjoy some sleep as well as hopefully get some medicine on the wound on your hip, which aches and burns like a fire. Time moves fast, and when the day comes and the night creatures dissipate into nothingness with the morning you gasp, falling to the ground. Alucard is there before you fall, careful with your wound. He must have seen it when he saved you earlier. You feel woozy, the skin still burns and is now a bit blistered. What did that night creature do to me? “You have nice reflexes, Alucard.” You whisper, weakly. It feels as though all of the strength is being sapped away from your body, you quickly grow weaker at the moment. “A-Alucard… Don’t let my sister see this. Don’t let her see me die… Ple-ease.” It’s all you can do to focus on breathing right now, Alucard has you laid down on the dirt now, Greta standing next to him, her face full of worry. “I’m not going to let her see you die, because you’re not dying you stubborn woman.” He shakes his head as he whispers something to Greta, the last thing you see is her running off in some random direction. Your eyes feel heavy as you grasp onto Alucard’s hand, desperate for feeling as your body lets go. You fall asleep, your skin hot, “You’re going to be fine, you just need to rest.” Alucard says as you finally drift off into sleep, the feeling of something cold hitting your wound the last sensation you feel.

[2kmps]

MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS

alucard|adrian tepès x reader | 2k

synopsis; you sought out each other to help numb the pain of the horrors you’ve endured, but something about tonight was different.

story warnings; detail + prose heavy, explicit content, very dreary atmosphere, religious themes + abandonment of god, alucard takes charge here, mostly sotn-coded, mdni!

A knock came at your door that night, stirring you from your trance and musings that you recorded on thin sheets of yellow paper. The notebook beneath your hands, bound in a soft burgundy leather with delicate swirls embossed along the crisp edges, was a way of processing the horrors you’d endured since this all began.

You never spared any gruesome detail, be it the acrid malodor of carnage and death, eviscerated cadavers with missing limbs piled as tall as towers, or the ways all their faces were warped in agony. Worst of all, so many had begged with their eyes rolled heavenward, gazes frozen to a morose sky for a God who abandoned them.

Perhaps that’s why you had left to begin with—burned your cloth, all of the books the Church had given you. How could you support a God and an institution who only watched people die, despite lifetimes of devotion and selflessness?

This was your way of saving yourself, albeit twisted in a way. If you renounced those beliefs, that life, and tried to scald away traces that it had ever reached you—maybe then you wouldn’t succumb to the same fate as everyone else.

You were selfish and a coward, this you knew well. Still, you muscled a smile to the corners of your lips to greet the man at the door. This was becoming a regular occurrence for you both now; these late night rendezvous that didn’t amount to much more than skin touching, and pleasure numbing pain and memories.

“You’ve been writing again,” came the dulcet tones of his voice, quiet yet simultaneously as though smooth as silk. His eyes flicked first from your writing desk tucked far into a corner, lit simply by the warm glow from a lantern, and then finally to you.

There were few details you could discern on his face in the near darkness except the intensity of his gaze—how it seared into you, ravaged you without his hands anywhere on your body. “Does it still haunt you?”

“Has there been a time where it hasn’t, Alucard?” Your laugh was airy, dismissive, as you reached for both his hands to guide him after you towards the bed. It was astonishing how routine this had become in such a short amount of time; it felt mechanical, practiced. “I’m assuming you’re not here for idle chitchat and a nice cup of tea. Although, I managed to swipe a nice bit from my last hire. I’m sure a man of your taste would enjoy it.”

“Another time, perhaps.” This time, he spoke so softly it could’ve been mistaken for a whisper carried on the wind.

You weren’t often in the business of prying into his feelings, what perturbed or kept him awake at night as he wasn’t the type to divulge that with you, anyway.

Tonight felt different, however, in the way his voice seemed so frail and cracked with just the few words he’d spoken to you already. When the warmth of his hands encircled yours far more firmly than they ever had before, that spurred a jump in your chest, a flutter in your stomach, even a concern you wouldn’t have otherwise normally felt.

So, you let those feelings motivate you tonight.

You moved your hands first to his face, guiding your thumbs across his smooth skin near his mouth until you were able to coax his head low to press your lips against his own. They were gentle pecks at first, quickly morphing into something far fiercer, yet so slow. You busied your hands by trailing your fingertips lower, barely touching his jaw and sides of his neck, following the divots and shape of his collarbone until you were able to feel his shirt. With each button you unfastened, his breath grew heavier and the kiss grew in fervor until there was nothing left to tweak loose but what was on his pants.

You didn’t focus there, however, and roved lower until you were able to splay your fingers over his crotch to the bulge straining under the fabric.

He shifted against your touch, moving away at first as though sensitive to the sensation, sucking in air through his teeth. The next moment, he moved himself along with the rhythm of your fingers massaging him, squeezing slightly. You wondered how long he had been thinking about you before knocking on your door. How long he had been distracting himself from his own torment by imagining what it’d feel like to get his fill.

“Mm, you’re so deprived that just touching you gets you going.” You were affixed to his pants now, hastily pulling apart the buttons until they loosened around his hips. For a moment, you focused there, tracing the contours of his smooth skin and the protrusions of bone to make such an exquisite shape. You were eager to take him. “Just relax for me.”

It came as a surprise to you when he took your wrist and forced you away from his erection. As your back sunk into the down mattress below, you were suddenly aware of how his hair feathered across your warm flesh, surrounding both your faces much like a curtain made of spun gold. It was that moment when you finally fixated with his gaze. Those light eyes drawing you into such immeasurable depths of desire and suffering that you couldn’t will yourself to look away.

“Not tonight”—his voice was a strained whisper now—“it may be selfish, but allow me to be close to you.”

His warm breath fanned out across your moist lips, making them tingle as well as the pressure between your legs swell. You knew he wouldn’t entertain you with an answer as to what was bothering him, so you gave him a nod in response while you made work of sliding his shirt from his shoulders. He was quick to discard it in a heap on the floor, soon followed by his pants, and the clothing he shucked from your body before adhering his lips to your neck.

The wet smack of his mouth roaming your neck, gliding lower towards your chest only made you squirm beneath him. The work of his lips left a searing trail of heat in its wake, where he would linger and suck on your skin felt like they were embedded in you, branding you as his. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused, staring at the inky nothingness of the ceiling while you marveled at how he touched you.

You were sure he had you dripping.

“Alucard, I’m done waiting,” you groaned, tempted to reach down to handle the matter yourself. “I know you’re ready…”

There came no response at first, rather his lips trailed from your stomach to your chest, slowly up the length of your neck to where his hot breath caressed the shell of your ear. “That’s not my name.”

You exhaled shakily, “What?”

“Alucard… is not my name,” he replied, firmly. You thought your breath snagged in your throat when the tip of his cock pushed against the inside of your thigh. “I want to hear you say my name.”

It was quite peculiar that he was requesting this of you now, after as many times you both had laid in the same bed. This was a newfound vulnerability that he was sharing with you, although at a time not best suited for it. You did have to question if the times you had moaned out his name before—the name Alucard—had bothered him.

You weren’t going to deny him this. So, you reached between your bodies for his cock, guiding him just shy of your entrance with your thumb circling the slit. His body tensed hard, your spine shivered when his breath quivered in your ear and he emitted a near silent hiss.

“I want you to fuck me, Adrian.”

He didn’t plan to make you wait.

Your hips were hiked a little higher on his waist, giving you the chance to stroke his length several times as you coaxed him inside of you. Those first few thrusts were always a bit clumsy for you both, a reunion of your bodies joining after a time apart with pure bliss following afterward. He was not the roughest lover you’ve ever had, but there was something about the way he fucked you and his level of attentiveness that easily made him the best.

The empty space in the room filled with the euphonious chorus of panting and moans, and the wood headboard groaning as it repeatedly struck the wall.

All of it really egged on the mood for you, encouraged you to meet his thrusts with all the more ferocity, as well as feel lower to give yourself multiple hard strokes that made your legs tremble. His fingertips dug divots in your hips the longer he went, the sound of skin slapping together and your pants were an enthralling combination.

At that point, your knuckles had bled of color while you held onto the headboard. The wood was slick with sweat from your palms just as the rest of your body was. Undoubtedly, his stamina was far above your own, but when you reached out for him to feel his muscles move under your fingers, there was already a thin sheet moistening his skin and plastering his hair to his body.

His expression was delicious, lips parted while his teeth were bared slightly for you to see. You couldn’t say you weren’t enticed by his fangs, but more so by the way his eyes were clenched and eyebrows drawn in tightly to form a heavy crease.

He tried to keep himself quiet, you could see that with how often his throat jumped to stifle them. When he would look at you, his attention was often drawn to how you fucked yourself, the practiced work of your fingers.

The show was phenomenal, but he wanted you closer. After a while, he hoisted you upright from the mattress by the waist with your legs still secured around his. You were spread wide across his thighs as his cock pushed into you deeper still, forcing you to bite back a gasp and to hold his shoulders for support as you met his thrusts.

This was different for you, considerably more intimate than any previous encounter you’d hate with him, yet undeniably incredible. With each bounce you made on him, the air pushed from your lungs was a rapturous moan that was growing with intensity the tighter your gut squeezed and your frenzied need to finish.

“Adrian…” you managed to call his name, luring his eyes onto you as you twisted his long hair around your hands and kissed him. It was sloppy and wet midst how he was pounding into your body. Your breaths mingled with his, saliva meshed and hung in thin strands between your lips.

The end climbed higher and higher until you were at your peak; noises of sex were deafened by your own sheer pleasure of the moment. It started from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, those waves of ecstasy crashed down on you hard, making your head buzz and feel nothing except a hot white.

Your legs shook violently with your release, walls clenching repeatedly around his length, arousing a far more audible moan from him this time. He didn’t last much longer after you, nails biting into your back while he held you flush to him. Those last pumps were all he needed before you felt him stiffen, and then jerk against your body with a hard grunt. It was hard to ignore how his cock pulsed inside you, filling you with cum and warmth that spilled out onto your thighs.

He was gentle as he laid you back onto the mattress, joining you at your side while stroking one of your hands. As it often was, few words were exchanged between you both as you basked in the glow of the peaceful moment.

divider by; @/anlian-aishang

reposted from my deleted blog officiallytheduchess/cardeneiv

[demigoddessqueens]

how would alucard react if his s/o was jealous of a village girl

Oh how the turn tables turn 👀

I’ve always seen how HE would be jealous so reverse roles are interesting

It’s subtle at first but Alucard doesn’t think much of it

To him, he only has eyes for you and would never dream of doing anything to hurt or betray you

That being said, he’s more than happy to be out and around the village helping the others and being more around people.

Alucard doesn’t think much of himself that way so for others, especially women, to linger or stare at/talk to him with softer than usual words

Or the way they brush up to touch him

To you though, the looks are as clear as day because it’s how you look at him with all the love in your being

Now you tag along more often, sometimes linking your arm in his or shooting a sharp look in the direction of those who try to cross your boundaries.

It goes on for a while until Alucard notices the shift in your mood or shorter than usual temper, pulling you aside one day to voice concerns.

“It’s foolish…,Alucard, really. I shouldn’t be bothering you—.”

“I take any of your concerns diligently, my love, but please I know nothing unless you tell me.”

As you voice how you’ve felt with all this jealousy, it simultaneously feels as if a weight is added and taken away as you gauge for his reaction

First a scoff, then that breathy rattled laughter you love always been fond of.

“Adrian, please! I just felt that they were—.”

You’re cut off as you’re pulled into a tight hug as the laughter begins to cease with a soft breathy voice brushing along the crown of your head.

“It doesn’t matter who or what tries to entice me, my eyes and heart only belong to you. Everything I am is tied to you, and I would not want it any other way.”

[alucarddear]

what if alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated? like she wakes up in the middle of the night almost crying and then occurs to her “oh, I was dreaming” but she’s still a little bit mad and get away from his embrace which wakes him up and he’s like “babe what’s wrong?” “you cheated” and he’s like “what? I didn’t!”. a little bit fluffy in the end with him assuring her that this will never happen because he loves her too much 🥹

+more requests that are along the same vein. Here’s to some of you seeking a comfort drabble with our beloved meow meow. 🤍🦇

Immutable Truth

Alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated on her. [She/her]

It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you.

Alucard wakes to the sound of his wife sniffling next to him.

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately attempts to take her in his arms, but she wouldn't budge. “What’s wrong? Another nightmare?”

He expects some half-slurred sad story—the usual culprit that breaks her sleep—but meets instead a fierce glare.

Her eyes are burning. "I dreamt that you cheated on me!"

His wife's remark almost had him laughing, if not for the distress on her face.

“What? Love, I never would,” he states calmly. “Hush now. It’s a bad dream and nothing more, I assure you.”

"Adrian, I-I..."

And there it is, the sight he dreads the most. Quivering lips, reddened eyes, tears that wouldn't seem to stop. Her sobbing pierces straight through his heart and fills him with the overwhelming need for anything to have it stop, anything to make her feel better.

"Hush now, darling. It was nothing but a bad dream. Come here," he says, arms open to receive her. She glares at him yet again.

“Should I be offended, my love? I would never look another way; surely you know this to be true.” But his words don’t get him anywhere. She wouldn't accept his embrace.

Sigh. "Alright, I won't touch you. But would you tell me, please, darling? So that I may soothe your worries." I hate to see you cry.

"I dreamt that y-you chose someone else over m-me; t-that you l-left me—hic—just like that..."

Oh.

He listens patiently, giving his wife time to let it all out and calm herself.

“You are constantly at the receiving end of confessions after confessions. Letters, presents, barely veiled affection right in front of my eyes, even though we're married!"

It is true, Alucard has to admit. Ever since the establishment of Belmont Village, he had been somewhat popular. There are some that have been, for lack of a better word, persistent despite his martial status.

He nearly cringed. He had an inkling that those incidents bothered her but chose to downplay them in lieu of causing a rift. The idea of ever leaving her had always been ludicrous at best, but he realises now that he should have been doing a much better job of reassuring her. He should have been firmer in rejecting others' advances.

Alucard takes her hands in his, and this time she lets him. “I understand," he says. "I have gotten used to the attention as of late that I…" He shakes his head. "No, there is no excuse. I apologise. I would do better.”

He caresses her cheeks, tenderly wiping away new tears that are threatening to form before they could have the chance to break his heart in pieces.

“I want you to know that their words hold very little weight to me,” he whispers lovingly, staring straight into her eyes as if imploring her to see through him, to view the vastness of his love.

Then, he presses soft kisses just below her eye. “Hush now, sweetheart, please, my lovely wife… It pains me to see you this way.”

If she only knew just how little it takes for her to break his heart in two. Even before she gave herself to him, he’d wanted nobody else. Hearing her crying over something he considers utterly impossible… he should have been doing a much better job of proving himself to her. If anything, he’s disappointed in himself.

It’s only you whose love and affection cause a stomping in my heart, a magnitude of which I have never felt before, he wants to express but couldn’t find the right words to. It's only you whose very voice is enough to lift my spirit. How could I ever hope to replace this feeling? To love another? To abandon you would be akin to losing everything. Everything.

"I have everything I could ever want. I have you."

It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you. I love you and I am yours.

“There’s only you, darling. I love only you.“

Alucard goes on to reason with her. “Have I ever given you cause to worry? When was the last time?”

When was the last time? He looks at her as if to challenge her. The very notion of him looking another way was almost laughable if his beloved wife wasn’t in agony over it.

“Don’t you make light of my commitment to you,” he tells his wife solemnly. How long has he to live? A thousand years, if not more, yet all of it he wishes to spend with her. It’s almost frightening, truly, the depth of his affection and adoration for this woman. His want—his need—for her runs so deeply it’s enough for him to believe it can transcend lifetimes.

The thought of being somewhere, anywhere, without her is frightening in and of itself. How was he to even ponder it?

“There is not a life in which I would ever abandon you,” he says plain and simple. The surest thing in the world.

“There is only you, my darling wife,” he says pointedly. “In any life, in any place, I would choose you.” In a heartbeat. Always. It’s only fitting, he thinks. For there was nothing before she came into his life.

“I’m sorry…” his wife mumbles, avoiding his eyes, looking adorably like a petulant child ashamed of her blunder. It makes him smile. Silly girl.

“It’s alright, please; you had a valid concern. And I don’t wish for you to misunderstand. I am not angry.” He opens his arms to receive her, to shield her. “Come here to me.”

This time, she tilts her face toward his like a sunflower to the sun, a pleased smile now etching itself onto her mouth. Alucard places a kiss upon it and captures her in his arms. Yours. All yours.

[pinkmirth]

〝 𝒞𝒜𝒮𝒯ℒℰ𝒱𝒜𝒩ℐ𝒜 〞𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯ℰℛℒℐ𝒮𝒯!

𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ . . . nsfw/fluffy works for the ‘ CASTLEVANIA ’ franchise (nocturne included!) sift through to find what you like, cutie! and over all else, minors shoo!

𝒜𝒟ℛℐ𝒜𝒩 “ 𝒜ℒ𝒰𝒞𝒜ℛ𝒟 ” 𝒯ℰ𝒫ℰ𝒮!

❥ ample! (overstimulated!alucard, smut drabble)

❥ wants & needs! (the castlevania men’s kinks, smut hcs)

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

❥ a small bit of headcanons for adrian! (sfw & nsfw)

𝑅ℐ𝒞ℋ𝒯ℰℛ 𝐵ℰℒℳ𝒪𝒩𝒯!

❥ preserve! (smut)

❥ succumb! (sub!richter, smut drabble)

❥ wants & needs! (the castlevania men’s kinks, smut hcs)

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

𝒯ℛℰ𝒱𝒪ℛ 𝐵ℰℒℳ𝒪𝒩𝒯!

❥ wants & needs! (the castlevania men’s kinks, smut hcs)

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

𝒮𝒴𝒫ℋ𝒜 𝐵ℰℒ𝒩𝒜𝒟ℰ𝒮!

꒰ nothin’ yet . . . fics for (SYPHA) are soon to come!

𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒜𝒞 𝐿𝒜𝐹𝒪ℛℰ𝒵ℰ!

❥ exception! (smut-fic)

❥ wants & needs! (the castlevania men’s kinks, smut hcs)

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

❥ a small bit of headcanons for isaac! (sfw & nsfw)

𝐻ℰ𝒞𝒯𝒪ℛ 𝒯ℋℰ 𝐹𝒪ℛ𝒢ℰ-𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯ℰℛ!

❥ wants & needs! (the castlevania men’s kinks, smut hcs)

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

𝒜𝒩𝒩ℰ𝒯𝒯ℰ!

꒰ nothin’ yet . . . fics for (ANNETTE) are soon to come!

𝒱ℒ𝒜𝒟 “ 𝒟ℛ𝒜𝒞𝒰ℒ𝒜 ” 𝒯ℰ𝒫ℰ𝒮!

❥ wants & needs! (the castlevania men’s kinks, smut hcs)

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

𝒟ℛ𝒪ℒ𝒯𝒜 𝒯𝒵𝒰ℰ𝒩𝒯ℰ𝒮!

꒰ nothin’ yet . . . fics for (DROLTA) are soon to come!

𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒯 𝒪ℒℛ𝒪𝒳!

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

𝑀𝐼𝒵ℛ𝒜𝒦!

❥ cherry-picking! (“ass or tits” with the castlevania men)

last update: (APRIL 22ND!) . . . frequenty updated, more to come!

[multifandoms27-blog]

Early morning

Content: Adrian “Alucard” Tepes x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m on phone so apologies if the format is weird.

• ───────────────── •

Every morning, Adrian gets up and makes you a splendid breakfast, complete with a coffee brewed with love. He knows how you like your breakfast, how you like your coffee. He’s spent so much time with you, he gets it to a T.

Even when he’s worn out from helping nearby villages fend off from night creatures, he still manages to make you comfortable. Never takes time for himself, no matter how much you may beg and plead.

Finally, his body caves in. He’s fast asleep by the time you wake up one morning, and you decide to make him comfortable. Slipping out of bed, making sure not to wake him, you ran to the kitchen to start preparing his breakfast.

• ───────────────── •

Alucard woke up without you next to him. His nightgown twisted around his legs and his skin felt hot. He had been under the covers for too long. Getting out of bed, his nightgown reaching past his knees, he opted to change before meeting you wherever you were. He guessed the kitchen.

He gasped. The kitchen! Breakfast! Hurriedly, he put on black pants and a white blouse before rushing to the kitchen. He wanted to start on your breakfast right away - you must be starving!

To his surprise, you were already in the kitchen, his apron on you, spatula in hand, and pan sizzling. He stopped. You were cooking. For him.

“Hi honey, how’d you sleep?”

“…Fine. What’s all this?”

“Well I hope it was more than fine, you slept for a while!” You grinned. “More than you have in a long time.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I did, I-“

“Adrian, stop. Let me take care of you for once.” You placed a hand on his chest. “I made eggs, sausage, and I’m working on the pancakes.”

“Need any help?” Alucard offered.

“No, you just sit down. I made you some coffee for you to sip on.” You reached over and grabbed a cup off of the coffee machine, quickly added what he liked and handed it to him with a smile.

Adrian reflected your smile, and moved to sit at the table. While your back was turned to him, he took a sip of the coffee. It…had an interesting taste. One that made his face scrunch up in disgust. He put it down and tried his hardest not to chuck it out of one of the windows behind him.

When you presented breakfast to him, admittedly he was a little hesitant. If your coffee was anything like it, he was scared. But when he bit into the pancake, he was surprised to find it perfectly fluffy. The sausage had the perfect amount of char on them, with brown insides. The eggs were perfectly scrambled, though its hard to screw up scrambled eggs. But the seasoning was on point.

As he was chowing down on the food, you were watching with admiration. “So I take it you like it?”

“Yes, darling. It is exquisite.”

You giggled and reached over and took a sip of his coffee. Your own face distorted in disgust. “Eugh! I can’t believe I made you drink this, I’m so sorry hon.”

“I don’t mind.” He minded.

“Maybe I should leave the coffee making to you…” You sigh dejectedly.

“You okay?” Adrian asked.

“I just wanted the breakfast to be perfect.” You put your head in your hand.

“It is perfect. One small, bad thing isn’t going to ruin this moment, my love.” He put a hand on your shoulder. “This breakfast is perfect already, because it was made by the person I love most.”

You look up at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

You grin again, lean in and kiss him. “Eat up, Lulu, we have plenty more.”

“Are you going to eat?” Adrian asked.

“I will, after you’ve had your fill.”

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*Alucard relaxing with a book*

You: walks in from the other room

"Alucard...."

Alucard: "Yes love"

You: "You know that weird contraption in the kitchen that heats stuff up..."

Alucard: "You mean the oven? What about it?"

You: "If my dress got wet, could I put it in there to dry?"

Alucard: "No darling, that would be a mistake"

You: "Alucard....."

Alucard: "Yes?"

You: "I've made a mistake..."