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alucarddear · 8 months

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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.

#yoo I’m losing my touch #but anyway hope you like it #adrian tepes #alucard #castlevania #alucard fahrenheit tepes #alucarddear writes #alucarddear requests #Alucard x reader #Adrian tepes x reader #Alucard fanfic

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alucarddear · 2 years

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Alucard drinking his lovers blood-😩😩😩

Mine*

Alucard feeds on his lover during sex.

Note: *Smut drabble ahead. This contains 18+ written material. [She/her]

I wanted this to be sfw, but I ended up just going for the usual passable excuse in vampire fiction—sex truly works.

The dhampir starts slowing down his pace, prolonging the inevitable. He bucks into his lover with enough force at just the right angle, coaxing a particularly drawn-out moan from her. He chuckles low against her lips, watching the way her face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the fact that he is causing it.

Even in his darkened room, she is beautiful.

Soon, he has her panting, writhing, gripping the sheets, his name falling off her lips in a repetitive litany he could’ve sworn rivalled those sung in hymns, if only they weren’t followed by vile fucks and shits and harder, faster, please, Adrian, please.

How could he ever say no to his little darling?

Adrian picks up his pace, his hips stuttering against hers in rapid successions, the slapping sound of their coupling nearly drowning out every dirty little thought swimming in his head. “Yes, that’s it,” he says. “Squirm for me.”

His lover arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Adrian, I-I—” she pants harder, faster, voice going higher in pitch to match the shaking of her legs. She grips him as if her life depends on it. The coil is tightening. Too much, too much—

“Shhh,” he coos, supporting her, holding her by her arched waist and hitting her spot over and over. He presses his face to her breasts and convinces her that “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it.”

She’s so soft, so warm, and mine, mine, mine.

Fuck. He’s close, and with the way she is clamping around his length, he knows she is too.

It’s time.

“Darling,” he rasps, his thrusting becoming desperate, yet she is already throwing her head back, baring her throat to him willingly.

Adrian hears her heart beating, racing, as she chases her orgasm, her own hips meeting his every thrust. He smells her everywhere—tantalising, flooding him with a different kind of hunger, yet he senses no fear in her, only desire. He gulps.

His fangs extend and he zeroes in on her neck, grasping her by her hair.

She barely feels the sinking of his fangs as her searing white-hot climax hits her hard, leaving her clawing at his back, mouth open in a silent scream, limbs shaking, shuddering, writhing.

He empties himself buried deep inside her quivering cunt, back stiffening, his moan muffled by his suckling at her throat.

As always, she tastes sweet like cherry wine.

#my boy deserves sex without him shedding tears for any reason grr #i will not accept it #adrian tepes #alucard #castlevania #alucard tepes #alucard x reader #alucard fanfic #alucarddear writes #alucarddear: mine #Alucard smut #Adrian tepes smut

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alucarddear · 2 years

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What do you think turn-ons and turn-offs would be for our pretty vampire boy

Alucard’s kinks*

[You] *CW: contains sexual themes, namely turn-ons and turn-offs. It gets specific.

Note: Ooh! Listen, I love this. I feel like our Sunshine Prince might’ve been a full-on Sub if the Taka+Sumi incident didn’t happen. I HC him to be a switch because of the need for some semblance of control!

Subject me to your thoughts and violent reactions. 😪

Turn-offs

He’s not a big fan of an overly potty mouth, in general. You can cuss here and there, but every time you speak is just too much. Please, have some class.

If you’re overly flirty with everyone, that’s also a no because he is a monogamous lover. He wants you all to himself and likewise, he gives his all to you. Being overly flirty with everyone can make him feel like he’s not special to you after all.

He will never fall for someone who is unkind or sadistic in any way at all. He will not even pay you any attention. That also goes for someone shallow who only likes him for his looks or status.

Bondage. Yes, you saw that coming, didn’t you? Anything that restricts his movement, he’s uncomfortable with for obvious traumatic reasons.

Facials. He’s not all about cumming on your face. He’d rather stuff himself deep inside you instead. He’s not one for degradation of any sort and doesn’t feel the need to do that to you. He gulps on that respect juice. However, he doesn’t mind cumming elsewhere—butt, stomach, etc.

Turn-ons:

Intelligence. If you’re well-spoken and your thoughts are logical and you’re not afraid to speak your mind, he might just fall in love with you. He wants someone who won’t shy away from discussions, but can remain respectful about it. Someone creative and intellectual who can match his energy.

He’s putty in your hands if you are caring and understanding yet also capable of being headstrong; someone with both conviction and compassion is someone he can admire.

When you wear his shirt and it looks like a dress on you cause his frame is much larger—the way it’s falling off your shoulder, the V-neck cut of it so deep on you that he gets a good view… It makes him want to take you then and there.

Hair-pulling, back-scratching, those little things you do that gives him a tiny bit of pain that’s also pleasurable. When you show him how much you’re letting go when you fuck.

A partner who fully trusts him, fully submits to him. He finds it so hot when you let him do as he pleases, when you show him how much you want him. When you let him roughly bend you over his desk and fuck you from behind, the wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the castle. But at the same time, when you take control and dominate him, when you ride him til he’s quaking and your legs start shaking, that’s just as hot.

To some smaller degree—breeding kink. Adrian isn’t sure if this is a vampire trait, like some sort of natural hunger to procreate, but… the thought of pushing himself balls-deep in you so he can cum deep inside you turns him on more than he lets on. Especially when you clench around him tightly and milk him for all he’s got as he’s cumming. The thought of putting babies in you, you carrying his offsprings… that’s hot. Needless to say, he is also crazy for a good creampie. 😌

When you moan his name… Honey, it’s over for you and him both.

#the way I bumped this request #I’m obsessed lol #castlevania #alucard #adrian tepes #alucard x reader #alucarddear writes #alucarddear headcanons #adrian fahrenheit tepes #adrian tepes x reader #Alucard fanfic #Alucard smut

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alucarddear · 2 years

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any headcanons on Alucard being touchstarved?

Note: 💯 See this happening during lonely Alucard szn.

Orphaned young, with no other family to boot, Alucard should have gotten used to a solitary life. Yet for a brief time, he’d experienced banter and conversations—friendship—with Sypha and Trevor.

So when the couple left to pursue a life together, he was hit by devastating loneliness. By the realisation that he didn’t have what they had. That he wanted it. So much so he’d found himself fashioning dolls in their likeness, talking to himself—to his only friends’ doll counterparts—as he ate in his cold and large dining hall.

After them, his companions were Taka and Sumi, who, in their own isolation, had been blinded by mistrust. It didn’t last long.

He told himself then that he was done with humans. That he would sleep in his coffin for a century and forget about his desire to hear voices again in his castle, the touch of warm hands or soft smiles or quiet laughter. That he needed to be by himself for a long while. That time will make him forget any yearning, any desire for connection, even if it took a hundred years.

He told himself that he will one day emerge again—stronger, renewed, with a disdain for touch rather than a sick longing for it. Invincible.

But she shows up in his life in the most unexpected way and turns it upside down—ruining his plans, reigniting his thirst. Yet another human, yet another wretched temptation. And he, like the starved fool that he is, snatches the dangling prize and lets her in. Opening, yet again, the possibility of hurt.

But he wants it so bad. Companionship. To have conversations. To feel warmth. To be held by someone who loves him, be loved. To not only hear of it, but experience it too. It outweighs whatever modicum of self-preservation he has in him.

They eventually fall in love, and he is happy again, but so afraid.

With her around, he creates little excuses to touch the skin of her hands as if she might disappear any minute now. To softly and slowly graze his knuckles against her cheek as she sleeps on his lap. He never wants to be without her.

Sometimes when his fear gets bad, he acts as if every moment is the last he gets to spend with her. As if reminding himself that he is no longer alone, he prolongs her every hug, squeezing her tight, and savours her every kiss—keeping her wrapped up in his arms, safe and sound.

Quick pecks, a hand on her waist as they stroll outside, cuddles in the cold, dark nights, and he is happy.

He loves to run his fingers through her hair, to have her kiss his cheeks good night. As long as she is there to receive his embrace when he reaches his arms out in his sleep, then all is well again. He is content.

He does things like nuzzle his face against hers, draw little figures and shapes onto the skin of her stomach, cuddle with as little clothing as possible—his touch light as a feather. Just that skin-on-skin contact he craves for. And when he holds her, he holds her in his arms as if she’s the most precious thing in the world.

She—who came into his life at his lowest like a beacon of light—is cherished, celebrated, protected and loved by him for as long as she would be willing to have him.

“Undeserving as I am,” he tells her once, a sad smile on his face. “Thank you for loving me.”

#bbyy no you deserve it all #castlevania #alucard #adrian tepes #alucard x reader #alucarddear writes #alucard tepes #alucarddear headcanons #adrian fahrenheit tepes #Alucard fanfic

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alucarddear · 1 year

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Oh I have a short doable one!

Ways he would show love to his significant other without using the words “I love you”

Ways Alucard shows you that he loves you without words…

Alucard dear is the epitome of service as a love language and actions speak louder than words. He would massage you when you’re exhausted. He lightens up your load when he notices you’re busy and you don’t even have to ask! Brush your hair after your bath… Read to you when you can’t sleep… Really, you name it—if it’ll help you, he will be willing to take on any burden.

He’d surprise you with breakfasts in bed, picnics, and candlelit dinners from time to time—just to remind you that you’re special. You blushed so hard when Sypha pointed out how spoilt you are by your dhampir! It’s so Adrian you didn’t even realise.

He trains you in sword-fighting. He doesn’t say it, but you know it’s because he doesn’t want to ever lose you. If he can’t be there to protect you, he will make damn sure you’re capable of handling a night creature or a bandit or two.

Whenever he hears of you—any mention at all of your name, he cannot fight the smile that tugs up the corners of his lips.

The way he speaks so highly of you, whether you’re around to hear it or not.

He knows how you take your tea, the way you like to fold your clothes… your little quirks and peculiarities. It’s the little things that he takes note of that makes you realise how giving and warm he is to you. He compromises and puts you first in most situations and it never fails to warm your heart. You’d do the same for him, of course. It’s hard not to for such a lovely man.

His warm embraces, and his soft caressing of your hair… how he longs to be by your side always. Neither of you have to speak to know how one another feels.

The way you can feel his stare from across the room. He could pick you out of an entire crowd easily.

He worries! You know he cares the way he worries over your health, where you’ve been, why you have this or that bruise, etc.

The way he rests his hand on your thigh or wraps his arm around your waist as if to say you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.

#alucard #adrian tepes #castlevania #adrian fahrenheit tepes #alucarddear writes #alucarddear headcanons #Alucard x reader #Alucard fanfic

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alucarddear · 2 years

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could u write something abt adrian w a pregnant s/o 🤍🥺

Alucard with a pregnant s/o. He will be so happy. 😭

It was Adrian who first entertained the thought—her recent headaches, irritability, and sensitivity to certain smells. Coupled with her strange food combinations as of late and her delayed bleeding, it pointed to one possibility: she might be pregnant.

She knew his mother was a doctor and his father was a man of science. Both were intellectuals who sired another intellectual. They certainly had taught Adrian a thing or two, and he’d always been her “doctor” so she trusted him. They were both pretty certain, but just to be sure, they went to the village doctor anyway who then confirmed her pregnancy.

The entire time, anyone who didn’t know Adrian would’ve thought him quite nonchalant about it with how cool and composed he was. But as soon as the couple were back home??? he BAWLED for a straight hour. “I… I’m going to be a father?”

He was absolutely petrified. At first, Adrian vacillated between utter terror and unbelievable euphoria. He had no doubt that his s/o will be an excellent mother, but he was absolutely terrified at the thought of fatherhood, especially after doing what he had to do to his own father. He often wondered if he even deserved this. But eventually, he came around til he couldn’t quite contain his excitement!

His eyes are on her all the time. Adrian excitedly comments on how her small bump appears to grow bigger and bigger every day. 🥰 He has a smile on his face whenever he talks about it.

Better believe he will read whatever medical textbook that exists on pregnancy!!! He’s with her through it all, noting any changes every month, making sure everything is going to be okay.

He always talks to the baby. He kneels down and presses his cheek to her belly. He gives plenty of kisses too. At night, he already whispers stories to their little one, and they’re not even out in the world yet. 🥹

One thing is absolutely certain—his baby will want for nothing.

At night, they often cuddle in bed and discuss possible baby names. Adrian doesn’t care what sex the baby will be. He will love them regardless. He cannot wait to teach them all sorts of things.

He already spoils his s/o, but now that she’s pregnant, he is even more doting on her. Whenever he goes to any other room, he asks “Anything you want, darling?” He will get her ANYTHING she asked for if he can help it, no matter the time of day or night. She wants it? She gets it.

He is protective! She hasn’t lifted a single finger since the confirmation of her pregnancy. He simply will not allow it. “I am not fragile, you know,” she’d argue. “I know, darling,” he’d say. “You’re strong, but… just—just let me.” It makes him happy to just be there for her, supporting her all the way. She does all the hard work at this time, after all. In his mind, the best thing he can do at this time is to be there and to take care of the little things for her every step of the way.

Best believe his s/o is eating go grow glow lol. Fruits, vegetables of all sorts, tons of water, no stress, he takes her and their child’s health extremely seriously!

As she goes further along her pregnancy, Adrian is basically glued to her belly, waiting to feel the first kicks.

Most of all, he is extremely proud. As he holds his lover in his arms, swollen with his child, he tearfully marvels at what’s to come. He almost cannot believe the life they created together. He will do everything in his power to protect his little family. Nothing matters more to him than them. 🤍

#lol a pregnancy test in the 1400s would’ve been convenient #f4irycafe #castlevania #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #alucard x reader #alucard #alucarddear writes #alucarddear headcanons #Alucard as a father #Alucard fanfic

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alucarddear · 8 months

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follow me down a story rabbithole for a sec

alucard inventing sunscreen for his vampire s/o bc all that education has to lead somewhere

in my mind it starts with the reader as a human enjoying their days with lulu basking in the sun but eventually as they age they get turned so they can no longer (yes I was rereading your fic about reader asking to be turned by adrian what about it) and maybe eventually reader and alucard travel some place where the locals use their own form of sun protection (ie real life example: otjize used by Himba ppl of Namibia) like some kind of paste and studies it to find out what about it protects the skin from the sun and making his own paste you can use to finally spend some time in the sun again <3

Sunlight

Alucard creates a sun cream for his vampire lover. 🤍 [She/her]

Note: Hello, I’m back. This hits the spot just enough, I hope. I’ll be working on shorter, simpler requests such as this for now since I am busy. Sol is the fic anon is talking about. Check my masterlist for anything you haven’t read before.

It pains Adrian to watch his beloved stand by the window and peer longingly outside.

Despite her kind insistence that she is fine and he is all she needs—that she knew what it meant to turn—he knows she misses going out in the day. He knows she longs for the things he can still do but their love had taken away from her.

He would pierce the sun and veil it if he could—if it would allow her to be outside where she loved to be. If only.

With single-minded pursuit, Adrian toiled away in his laboratory for months on end to see his darling bask in the sunshine again. She is his sun, after all, the very light of his life. She deserves that much at the very least.

"It does not suit you to be in the shade all day long, my love," he tells her once he has crafted a somewhat effective sun balm.

“This balm is not going to give you immunity to the sun, I’m afraid,” he patiently explains. “And you do need to apply it rather generously.”

Adrian slathers a thick layer of the balm across her cheek as if to prove his point. She scrunches her nose in distaste, but nods all the same.

“But… it should allow you to be outside for even just a couple minutes,” he finally reveals.

At that, her face lit up like the sunlight that she is, squealing with utter joy. She jumps into his arms and peppers him with sweet kisses, smearing the sun balm all over his face in her excitement.

His little concoction stands no chance against prolonged exposure to the sun, no, but it is enough for her to stand out there and feel its warmth for a bit.

The joy that erupted from her fine features as she stepped into the sun for the first time in years was worth every effort, worth all of it and more.

#he would give her anything if she asked tbh #this isn’t the angst I was on about btw!!!#Alucarddear writes #castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #alucarddear requests #Alucard fanfic #adrian tepes fanfic

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alucarddear · 2 years

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Hey there! I'd like to request a drabble were Adrian is in a modern setting, he mets a girl in a club, there's attraction at first sight, they dance together (👁️👄👁️🔥🔥) and end up hooking up (is up to you if you want to make it more spicy!! I'd be glad to read whatever you want to write) (also, would love if he calls her "baby" 😫👌🏻), they keep in touch afterwards and end up together after some dates.

Thank you!!! 🖤

Forest Fire*

She reduces him to this every time; mindless, instinctive, forest fire consuming him all over again.

Alright, let’s do spicy. *CW: smut, smut, and more smut. This is descriptive as hell. Minors DNI. [Modern!Alucard] [She/her]

Special tags @kiatheinsomniac @dahlias-love 🤍

Adrian had found her at the club, of all places. She had on a skimpy little number—a black mini-dress that clung tightly to her body in all the right places. He remembers enjoying the feel of it, the smooth satiny material of it in his fingers.

Even then she was magnetic. Like gravity, they were pulled to each other by waves of sweaty, dancing bodies. Heavy music blasted through gigantic speakers, and through the haze, he was sure an invisible string of sorts pulled him to her or her to him or maybe both all at once, but one thing was for certain—they’d found each other through drunken blur and the mutual attraction was almost instantaneous. He’d never felt that way before.

It was electric when she’d stumbled and her back hit his chest, pure fire when their skin touched. It wasn’t long before they were in each other’s spaces, bodies swaying, writhing, and grinding to the beat of the deafening bass as if nobody else but the two of them existed—the tipsy woman, tiptoed with her arms snaked around his neck; Adrian with his hands lost in her hair, lips slanted against hers.

Eventually, in a move his friends would’ve sworn was uncharacteristic of him, Adrian had invited her over to his home. The entire evening was a once in a blue moon thing for him. The club wasn’t his usual scene, but his good friend Sypha had practically dragged him there only to then end up apologetically leaving him for some guy she met there. Some Trefor, Treffy or something. It was alright with him, they seemed to like each other.

When he had invited the woman in black, he had also wholly expected her to decline. She really looked like she would too, what with the way she bit her bottom lip and appeared to have thought about it despite her inebriation, but somehow—perhaps in a move that was also uncharacteristic of her—she hadn’t. She had said “Sure, why not?” as nonchalantly as she could muster, and soon they’d found themselves tangled once again, in his bed.

Just as they are now.

It’s been three weeks since they started officially dating, four since they met. The fire hasn’t cooled; if anything, it only spread further, passionately consuming anything and everything in its wake. Their every meeting often ends with them wrapped up in each other, melted together in a forest fire, singed yet so alive. And each time, he’s left wanting to play with fire, wanting more.

Adrian draws faint little figures on her bare back with his fingertip, making her shudder. She twists to face him, dragging the covers up her nude body to fight the chill. “Again?” she asks with a sly smirk, flippant.

Hell, he takes it absolutely seriously.

He chuckles at her. “My, how insatiable.” I can’t get enough of you, you sly woman.

“Mmm,” she murmurs against his skin, lips already dragging down his chest, her perilous trajectory sending a wave of heat down his nether region.

But then she stops and shudders again. “Jesus, Adrian, you might as well be undead. How cold is your bedroom?”

It is a little cold, he’ll give her that.

“I might be,” he quips with a smirk, and then he grasps the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him, and his voice goes lower, deeper. “But I can warm you up.”

And just like that the fire is lit again, and then he’s telling her, commanding her, “Keep going.”

She nearly moans at the way he’s rasping his words. How she loves it when he’s domineering.

She’s on him in a second, continuing her slow and sensual trail of kisses down his chest, hands caressing the hard muscles of his abdomen along the way, enjoying the way his breath catches in his throat when her lips reach just above his hardening length. She grasps him then, glancing up at him, and he twitches in both her hands, fully hard now.

She starts with slow, tentative licks up his smooth shaft, maintaining eye contact. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes roll back into his skull at every long flick of her tongue against the head of his cock, at her every slow pump or the way he is gritting his teeth as she begins tentatively taking him in her mouth.

Adrian groans as soon as she starts bobbing up and down halfway through his length; finally, finally increasing her torturous pace. He watches her with heavy-lidded eyes, crimson fire lit behind them, desire deepening in his core. And then she does something, a suck and then a swirl of her tongue? a swipe up? he couldn’t even tell, but it has him grasping her hair hard, moaning her name softly, ordering her to go deeper.

She does as she’s told, swirling her tongue around his head again before taking him fully in her mouth until her lips hit the base of his cock. It’s with some kind of masculine pride that Adrian chuckles darkly at the way she gags a little at her futile attempt to take his entire length all the way.

But it’s starting to feel too good, way too good—“Baby,” he hisses, tugging her hair back, freeing his cock from her mouth with a wet plop, a string of saliva connecting her plump lips to his tip. “Stop; that’s enough,” he pants, sweat starting to collect around his temple.

Adrian takes a minute to recover from his near bliss, and then he’s clenching his jaw and patting the space next to him. “Come here.”

If she only knew how much it’s taking all his willpower not to fuck her then and there.

Not waiting for her to move, Adrian hauls her off his lap and flips her onto her stomach. She would be lying if she said goosebumps didn’t litter her skin at being so blatantly manhandled.

“On your knees,” he almost growls. “Now.”

Tsk. “No, keep your chest down,” he instructs, and she instantly follows. “That’s it; good girl.”

She nearly moans. If she actually had on underwear, her excitement would have had her soaking through it.

He’s behind her next, hauling her ass higher up in the air while keeping her chest down with a heavy hand on her lower back. Then the little minx dares to wiggle her ass at him eagerly, prompting him to smack it red.

“Ah!”

“Impatient girl,” he reprimands her half-heartedly, sending her giggling into his bedsheet, and then he gathers her wetness with two of his fingers, spreading it all over her moistened slit. He’s barely started yet he already has her quivering, moisture nearly dripping out of her, her impatience apparent.

He has the urge to enter her then and there, but he reins himself in. He looks at his handiwork and smirks to himself. “My, look how wet you are for me.”

That’s about the only warning she gets before his tongue is pressing flat against her slit, lapping at her, driving her mad.

He presses his face harder against her pussy, tongue skilfully flicking, lapping and sucking on her throbbing clitoris until he has her squirming, begging for release—“Adrian! Oh! Adrian, please! I’m…!”

Adrian hastily pulls back and replaces his mouth with his thumb, drawing sloppy semi-circles around her swollen nub. He barely lets her breathe before he’s simultaneously plunging his index and middle fingers inside her next, pumping his curled fingers with wild abandon until she’s screaming, until she’s slipping over the edge, creaming all over his fingers, the squelching of her pussy over her desperate moaning sounds like music to his ears. “Oh my god! oh my god!” she cries again and again until she’s trembling all over him.

“That’s it. Good girl, good girl,” he praises her, leaving sweet little kisses on her skin.

Beautiful. She’s beautiful. He could watch her come undone forever.

She’s flat on her stomach by the time she comes down from her high, spent and terribly satisfied. His cock twitches at the sight of her, hair splayed all over his bed, cheek pressed against it, still shuddering from pleasure. It gives him so much satisfaction to know he fucks her so thoroughly each and every time.

He gives her some time to recover before he’s pulling her up against his hard chest with one arm around her full breasts and the other gripping her neck. His hand wound lightly around her throat feels her gasp more than he hears it, and he leans in closer, closer to taste the skin of her nape, nipping and suckling as he rocks his hips against her ass, her dripping cunt coating his cock wet as he slides his hard shaft up and down against her drenched slit. What he would give to just sink into her right now.

She twists around and he meets her halfway to catch her lips with his own, breath hitching in their throats, tongues clashing and dancing against each other. They lock lips and mindlessly grind against each other until Adrian couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he declares, voice dangerously low, his moistened lips whispering against her ear. “Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes!” she nearly screams. “Yes! Please, please, Ad—”

That’s all he needed to hear.

He plunges deep inside her in one fell swoop, sheathing himself to the hilt before she could even finish her begging. And then he stills and stays there, locked together in her warmth, buried deep, sheathed down to his balls, and he savours her wet, velvety heat with a soft hiss. She just about shudders in his arms, gasping at the way he stretches her pussy completely, enjoying the calm before the storm, anticipating the pounding she knows she’s about to receive again.

And then Adrian begins bucking into her heat mercilessly, the one arm around her chest dropping down to her waist to keep her anchored, her back arching against his chest. He tightens his other hand around her neck as he pounds into her pussy, her breasts bouncing freely with his every hard thrust.

The loud slamming of his cock inside her seemingly reverberates around his otherwise quiet room, and he’s all consumed by her again—the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin, the feel and pull of her tight, spasming cunt around his cock as he runts in her like his life depended on it.

And then the heat is unbearable, threatening to erupt again, and he chases it. He pushes her down on her forearms, grabs her by her hips and fucks her roughly until she’s screaming, until she’s writhing, until it’s—too much, it’s too much, Adrian, oh God, don’t you stop—until she is forced to cum for the second time, all but convulsing around him, her pussy contracting and milking him for all he’s got. And then he follows her, panting, sweat dripping, cock stiffening inside her before he squirts deep within her heat, her name falling off his lips.

When he pulls out slowly, he watches his cum pool around her entrance and slowly drip out. He could fuck her all over again just for that.

Fuck.

She reduces him to this every time; mindless, instinctive, forest fire consuming him all over again.

He could get used to this, he realises.

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alucarddear · 2 years

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Could I request a fic where yandere Alucard’s so starts to suspect that he might be making her sick to keep her dependant on him?

Hummingbird*

He’s learnt by now that wishes never come true, so he chooses to make them happen. Alucard drugs his lover and keeps her locked in his castle. She could never leave him.

[She/her]

*CW for Yandere!Alucard drugging and essentially imprisoning his lover. You asked for it. :p

Temples pounding in sharp, white-hot agony, she grabs onto Alucard's sleeve as he begins retreating, her pained whimper stopping him dead in his tracks. In the next second, he's by her side again.

Concern plainly etched on his features, he assists his lover to a more comfortable sitting position on the settee. "What is it? What's wrong? Another headache?”

You’re going to need your medicine again, aren’t you?

She's hissing in pain again, answering him only with a vague gesture to her temple, upon which cold beads of sweat now start to form.

Tut-tut. "Give me a second, my dear. I'll be quick," he says softly, quietly so as not to worsen her headache, then he props her against a perfectly fluffed pillow. "I'll fetch your medicine quickly."

He returns a minute later, a tray balanced in his hands. He lowers it on the small table next to the settee. Used to his treatments, she automatically sits up a little straighter, expectant. It makes him smile.

"Take this, love," he instructs her, bringing the goblet to her lips gently. "You'll feel better in no time now, no time at all,” he promises, and as always, she gulps it all in one go, hands trembling, weak from exhaustion.

My good, pliant girl. Obedient as ever.

Alucard puts the goblet away and sits right next to her. He guides her head to rest on his shoulder and they snuggle—her, disoriented; him, giddy and content. She’d gulped the sedative again with no questions asked. He hums a little, pleased, fingers combing through her lustrous hair tenderly. If he keeps her pumped full with drugs like this whenever she gets the silly idea of leaving, things will be well again, won't they?

Soon enough, the medicine takes its toll on her. He watches as sleep finally overtakes her, as she slowly slumps against his body, out cold.

Hmm.

It took a couple minutes this time. It seems she’s building a bit of a tolerance to his concoction. He makes a mental note to increase the dose next time. It’s a perfect little thing, truly. It’s a blessing that he’d found the earlier editions of his mother’s textbooks. This particular formulation, before his mother had refined it, can tranquillise a patient in no time indeed. However, many hours upon taking it, it induces agonising headaches that gradually build into disorientation. Enough to render one incapable of the littlest chores, enough to keep one immobile for a while, helpless.

He lays her head on his lap and continues his brushing through her hair, a soft smile plastered on his face.

How I love you, my darling. If only you could see that.

He observes as she whimpers in her sleep, face contorted in apparent displeasure. Wracked with a dream, perhaps? A bad one? Well, no matter, she gets to stay in it for now.

You've made your bed. Now lie in it.

He picks up a single piece of fallen eyelash off the soft skin of her cheek and rolls it in his fingers. If he were any other man, he'd have placed it on the back of his hand then brought it to his lips to blow it away, wishing for her to stay. But he's learnt by now that wishes never come true. He chooses to make them happen. He wipes her fallen lash on the hem of his shirt. She could never leave him. If he had to cage her like a bird, he would. If she behaves herself, he may even let her out once in a while.

It really shouldn’t be this difficult anyway. Not at all. If only she’d stop with her talks about going outside. About travelling or exploring or taking some time to go and be with her family. What for? What good would it do?

She'd already sworn herself to him long ago, whether she knew it or not. She needs to commit fully, like he had, like he continues to do. Her place is right here, with him, in his castle. Nowhere else. Allowing his lover to entertain ideas of moving, of going places… it wouldn’t do. He’d made that mistake before with his previous companions, and look what became of them, what he had to do.

It wouldn’t, it couldn’t happen to his sweetheart. It’s just a couple more weeks, perhaps, until she’s convinced that she’s too sick, too fragile to do much travelling or venture outside. Until she understands that she cannot be without him, without his support and guidance and care and... love.

Just a little more… and then no more pain, my love. This is for your own good.

Alucard hums a cheerful tune to himself, content. Her brows crinkle in her sleep. The thudding of heavy bolts clicking shut echoes in the quiet halls.

The next day, another headache looms in the back of her head, threatening to come on in full force again, just as it did the day before, and the day before that. She gasps at the realisation that it happens around roughly the same hour of the day each time, as if it’s on a schedule, as if manufactured. It has her reeling, grasping at her head. And as always, like clockwork, he’s by her side, medicine in hand, offering it up to her lips.

"It looks like it's time for your—"

"No!" she suddenly shrieks at him, eyes squinted.

Alucard's blood runs colder. Her racing heartbeat caws at him, pulsing in his ears. Is she truly defying him now? Doubting him?

He releases a shaky, shuddering breath and tries again—calmly now, softly now, there is no need to frighten her—"Darling, hush now and take your—"

She swats the goblet off of his hands, sending it hurtling in the air. It clatters noisily on the floor, spilling its contents.

Alucard takes another deep breath, closing his eyes, willing himself to be patient. He counts to three. When next he opens them, he's composed again. "No matter,” he murmurs, voice perfectly modulated despite the disgruntled look about his face or the scowl threatening to erupt from his mouth. “I'll go and get another. You sit there and wait."

"No!" she screams again, stepping back, away from him. "What's in it first, Alucard?! Tell me!”

Her heartbeat thudthudthuds in his head even louder now, like a beating drum that needs to stop. Why is she so angry now? She needs to fucking stop and take her medicine at once or else the headache will go away on its own and it will ruin everything he worked for! Everything!

He grits his teeth and advances towards her, grasping her by her arms, patience wearing thin. Before he has a chance to compose himself, his words are coming out hot, voice raised, mouth snarling. "It's for your own good!"

His volume makes her flinch. He’d never yelled at her before. He’d only ever been soft, kind, sweet. Who is this man in front of her? What exactly is going on?

His outburst hints at her something. He’s never been very good at lying. Why can’t he answer a simple question now?

Moisture starts gathering in the corners of her eyes. "What? What are you…? For my own good?! I’m only asking you what’s in it. What’s in—”

She gasps then, as acute suspicion hits her fully. “What have you been feeding me? Are... are you... are you imprisoning me? Are you—"

Suddenly, things click into place. The way he bolts the castle doors shut with a heavy mechanism she cannot undo by herself. The way he doesn’t allow her to go venturing out on her own, the way his eyes trail her every movement. How he shuts down any conversation about her going anywhere—anywhere but any room in his dark and desolate castle!

She trembles, seemingly shrinking into herself, flinching away from him.

He runs his thumb underneath her eye then, wiping at the tear that managed to escape, ignoring the way she’s paralysed with fear, the way it’s caused by him. He has the urge to lick away her tears, but settles for kissing her softly on her quivering mouth instead.

Somehow, it’s calming. Despite the truth exploding in his face, he feels …serene almost. There’s no point in hiding now, is there?

“You’re mine, in case you forgot,” he tells her, matter of fact, breath ghosting over her lips. “From the moment you told me you would stay and keep me company, I’ve been yours and you’ve been mine.”

As if to confirm his statement, the bolts of his heavy doors slowly start thudding into place one by one again, locked through his magic, shutting them out to the rest of the world. The silence that follows is deafening.

He smiles a toothy grin at her, his fangs a dark reminder of just who she’d sealed her fate with.

She’s sobbing now, crumpling down, and he catches her tenderly in his arms, shushing her, cooing at her. His little hummingbird.

She’ll come to realise soon that struggling is futile, won’t she? She belongs with him. They will be together forever. She will be his bride. One day, this castle will be populated full of her children, sired by him. Merry laughter will fill the air and he will never be alone again.

Love is a beautiful thing, is it not?

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alucarddear · 2 years

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Ideas fluff scenario of s/o helping an insomniac Alucard (also maybe retain his personality in S4E1) to sleep.

Saving Souls*

Each time he has an episode, you wonder if you can love all the pain away, if one day it will be enough.

[Alucard x You] Combining two related requests in one: nightmare and insomnia. I got quite a lot of sleep-related requests from you guys. I hope you're all sleeping well lol, I certainly am not.

P.S. it’s a bit sad though—not exactly fluffy, but full of love all the same. *CW for panic attack.

Alucard may have survived all the trials and tribulations that the cruel Gods had sent his way, but he certainly hadn’t made it out unscathed.

To this day, sleep comes to him rarely. Whenever it does, he is able to have a peaceful rest in your arms, but there are times when that peace is disturbed and his elusive sleep is accompanied by unpleasant dreams.

And now, it is happening again. He is writhing in bed, his forehead glossy with cold sweat. His tossing and turning even woke you up from your own slumber. Tonight, it seems, will be yet another one of those nightmare-induced sleepless nights.

You sigh, feeling sorry for the dhampir. If not for you being in his life, you are quite sure he would have long ago shut himself in his coffin, forced to a dreamless sleep for hundreds of years.

You watch your lover's brows knit, grumbling and twitching in his sleep. About to wake him, you stop for a moment to reconsider. He hasn't had a good sleep in at least three days. Will this one come to pass?

It doesn't, and he makes a noise, a whimper, so disturbing it couldn't have come from anything but a distressing dream.

“Adrian,” you shake him gently, thinking it best to wake him. “Love, wake up.”

He startles, sitting up with a choked-up gasp. His eyes are cloudy, almost incognisant. Immediately, he begins feeling around him, searching for something. Searching for you, you realise.

You sigh, reaching out to grasp him gently on his arms. “Adrian, it’s me,” you tell him. “It’s okay.”

He looks at you—through you—panting, eyes wide, moisture gathering in them. The sight of him stills your heart.

As soon as he sees you though, he’s gathering you in his arms, tears falling. “I—I…”

“It’s alright, Adrian. It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re okay,” you tell him over and over like a mantra, pacifying him with each stroke of your hand on his hair and each kiss upon his face.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he chokes out suddenly, sobbing into your bosom, grasping you tightly against him. “You—I thought I’d…!”

Oh, my love.

“I’m okay, I am fine,” you try to soothe him, voice soft and calm, mollifying his worries. You lift his chin up, meeting his blurred gaze. “I’m right here, you see? Just breathe for me, please, Adrian. Deep breaths.”

He nods vigorously, trembling in your arms, regulating his breathing, just the way you’d taught him before. “You are. You are,” he repeats to himself, a shaky sigh of relief escaping his lungs.

“But—I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought I’d killed you. I can’t feel my limbs. I thought I’d…” He rambles, breaths coming out of him in a ragged manner. “I choked you. Darling, I watched you die!” His voice breaks. “I did it myself. Instead of my father, I—”

With a firmer, sterner voice, you tell him, “It wasn’t real. Alright? Let’s breathe again. Please, Adrian.”

It’s not real. It’s not real. It will never be real, you repeat to yourself even as goosebumps littered your skin.

Adrian, still shaky from his disturbing nightmare, has trouble coping with his hyperventilation. You notice him slipping away, his eyes hazy. There, but not really there.

You grasp him by his shoulders then, giving him a firm shake, hoping it grounds him, keeps him sane. “You would never hurt me. You could never do that to me, my love. Look, just look how much you’re quivering just from the thought.”

He crushes you against him, nodding, holding onto you, pulling you closer as if you were going to disappear on him.

Inhale…. exhale.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” your voice cracks despite your attempt to subdue yourself. “I’m so sorry, Adrian.”

I wish I could do something. I wish I could make it go away. I would take your horrors away, dream your nightmares for you, trade our dreams to give you peaceful sleep, Hypnos be damned.

It is always difficult to see him this way. For him to think, even just subconsciously, of himself as such a monster so as to hurt his beloved… it tears you apart. It makes you angry.

He’s never truly completely forgiven himself for his patricide. It was a necessary evil, he’d told you once. Yet how it shattered his heart. How it continues to do so now. How the act of it still seeps into everything, tarring it all black. All that is left of him.

Each time he has an episode, you wonder if you can love all the pain away. If one day it will be enough. If only saving souls could be as easy as it is to love Adrian.

And you love him, Gods, you do—you love him just as he is. Lonely as he is. Broken as he is. Afraid as he is. Hopeful as he is. The beautiful and kind and gentle, still hurting soul that he is.

Just as he is, and all that he will be.

“I would never hurt you,” he tells you then, promises you—promises himself—eyes boring into your very soul and breaking your reverie. “I love you,” he whispers, leaning closer, forehead pressing against yours, calmer, better. “You are the one I love the most. I could never lose you.”

It will never come true. It will never come true.

“I know, I know. I love you too,” you tell him, hot tears falling onto his lap. “I will always love you.”

And I will always be here.

His breathing’s less erratic now. “Better?” you ask him after a moment, cupping his face into your warm hands.

“Yes. Yes, my angel,” he whispers, a reassuring smile on his face, wiping the moisture away from your cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you for being here.”

“Always.”

You cry in each other’s arms.

Sometimes, it’s all you could do, and tonight, you realise that that’s okay.

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