#dhampir anon

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover au

Moka x Ruby rose

If they had a kid meme

Name: Autumn Rose-Akashiya

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Autumn is a young beautiful woman with pink hair with red highlights and silver eyes. She has a slim but curvy body with a athletic musculature. She is taller than Ruby but shorter than Moka

Personality: A kind-hearted, loving, caring and generous woman with a bashful heart and a friendly charisma.

Special Talents: Dhampir Physiology, Daywalker, Silver Eyed Warrior

Who they like better: Moka

Who they take after more: Ruby

Personal Headcanon: Her conception occurred when Yukari used a spell to impregnated Moka with Ruby gene.

Face Claim: N/A

[newera-interactiveif]

What are the characteristics of the dhampir? How are they different from vampires?

Well, for starters, they can stay as long as they want in the sun, like any human, while a vampire can only stay a maximum of three hours a day, and they can age, but much slower than a normal human, having all the abilities of a vampire, although to a lesser extent and not needing to feed on blood to survive or not go mad, just food would do and hibiscus does not affect them. They can heal like a vampire, but also more slowly, broken bones take an hour or more to heal for example, while for an ordinary vampire it would be minutes or seconds.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Lucy Weasley as an interior designer who is a lesbian and a dhampir.

Requested by: anon.

[dhampir72]

Please don't be discouraged about your writing, or the frequency of it! We adore your work, and will stick around for however long it takes <3

Thank you, anon! I really appreciate the kind words <3

[melogranoinsanguinato]

{ garlic }

Leave an object for my muse | anon

“Grazie mille! What a nice surprise. I was actually almost out, so thank you for saving me a trip to the market. You’re too kind, stranger.”

[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. 🤍🌙

[milkywaydrabbles]

I'm the same fluff anon that I didn't know you could cook, now you think you can do something with the indication "I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies", we have to continue loving and caring for that great Dhampir, please?

A/N: Ahh this one is short, I couldn't think much for it but I'm always a sucker for fluff and I love Alucard sm so here you go. I hope you enjoy it anyways! Mwuah!

"I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies." x Alucard

Ugh.

Alucard couldn’t think of a single good thing to say about the day. It turned out to be longer and more difficult than he ever intended it to be. Finally trudging back home, the day simply had to shit on him even more before his boot got stuck in mud, nearly sucking the whole thing into the ground. Honestly, Alucard had half a mind of just leaving it there. He didn’t really need the boot anyways. Decided against it, he pulled it out and uncomfortably placed it back on his foot, squishing within the halls of his castle. He didn’t even call out to you, as he normally would, instead sneaking up the steps and going straight to bathing -- he’d clean up the boot marks later. His sweat and all the muck from the outside made his skin crawl, peeling off layers of clothing onto the bathroom floor to bathe. The water felt incredible, immediately soothing his aching muscles as he dipped in, relishing in the warmth. He’d be quick, just needed to scrub away today’s troubles...

-

Alucard in fact, was not quick.

He’d actually fallen asleep in the bath. Eyes shot open, scanning the room with a fright. How the hell did he fall asleep? It was difficult enough to sleep, let alone with you, and yet he’d completely dozed off. He wasn’t sure for how long, but there was still some sunlight when he got home and now it was terribly dark. Shit. He wondered if you even knew where he was, if you were scared for him, if you were waiting--

“Adrian, honey, are you awake now?” 

...Wait, huh?

He must have said that out loud, because he heard you giggle and walk over, kissing his forehead. “I saw you in here earlier, but you dozed off and I didn’t want to wake you...I checked up on you a few times, make sure you didn’t slip under.” You teased, combing his hair with your fingers. “Come on, pretty boy--you’re gonna get pruny.” As if he wasn’t already.

He really was still in a daze, not entirely sure what was going on--you just let him sleep? He must have been really out of it if he didn’t wake up to you walking in.. The dhampir sleepily dressed himself, and when he found you again immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Darling, you should have gotten me up, I could have helped with dinner.” He stifled a yawn, inhaling deep after--whatever you had made smelled delicious. And there was something...sweet, in the air. 

“Did you make dessert?”

You nodded, turning around in his arms and kissing his jaw, the closest bit to you. “I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies.” There was no way he could have been out for that long, that you could have made everything from scratch...right? “How did you--” “Just call it a woman’s intuition, you walked out of here this morning so grumpy...I made the batter earlier for tonight.”

It’s like you could read his mind.

He chuckled anyways, tightening his hold on you and swaying back and forth. “How you read me like a book, I’ll never understand my love. But I am very grateful for you, all the same.” You hummed, nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. “It’s my job to know you like the back of my hand. I’m your wife.” You teased, hands trailing up to caress his jaw, bringing him down to your level and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you dearly, never forget that.” You reminded him over and over again each day, and he silently thanked every god in the sky for bringing you to him.

“Now let’s have dinner, hm? Then we’ll have the cookies later.”

[youre-ackermine]

Picrew time !! Genshin style 🥰 link here

Here's mine

I'd like to see your Genshin self (but no pressure of course) @the-milk-anon @sixpennydame @happybird16 @leviismybby @alexandra-dhampir

[lwuvicidal]

♡ DHAMPANGELIC ◞ a gender connected to being a dhampir that is adorned with frills and lace thats angelic, pure, and innocent.

ꔫ ◟︵︵︵ coined by me . . . requested by anon

[PT: dhampangelic, a gender connected to being a dhampir that is adorned with frills and lace thats angelic, pure, and innocent. coined by me, requested by anon. end PT]

[chosos-gothica]

Hi, so since the requests are open, could I plz request a D fic with cockwarming 👉👈

I gotcha anon! Ngl this made me want to write D in a historic Wild West AU for some reason

Sorry it’s a bit short 🖤

Contains: P in V, D/S dynamics, D being a lil mean, cockwarming, reader cries.

MDNI 🔞

•Queued songs•

Happy house - Souxie and the banshees

Stripped - Depeche Mode

“Don’t move.” He drawled.

Your shallow breaths follow his words, “D please I said I’m sorry.” sighing into his neck.

“Your begging needs some work.”

His gloved hands ghosted along your spine, you couldn’t help shivering under the worn leather. Your knees dug into the stiff bed. Stretching the muscles of your inner thigh when you fully settle on his wide lap.

“Say exactly what you did and maybe you can move.”

You whimper but immediately do as told. But it was too much. His dick throbbing gently in you, his hot cum slowly leaking out from your earlier punishment, his hypnotizing voice. You hiccup as you begin to sob. “I was flirting with guys at the saloon right in front of you.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks. Your cry makes your cunt clench suddenly, earning a surprised hiss from D.

He shifted his hips into a more comfortable position before he hummed affirmatively. both his hands gently rested on your hips.

“Look at my face while you ride me.”

You lift your head sluggishly, sniffling. You lift your hips slowly. Beginning a gentle pace while looking into the dhampirs void like eyes.

“Stop crying, you’re getting the attention you wanted.”

MDNI 🔞

[sakosai]

DHAMPRINCESSA

— a gender that is connected to being a dhampir that is a princess, loves feminine things and has a connection to antique and princessy dolls.

Pronoun suggestions:

Blood/bloods/bloodself

Frill/frills/frillself

Lae/lace/laces/laceself

Fang/fangs/fangself

Night/nights/nightself

Porc/porcelain/porcelains/porcelainself

Coined by The Presence!

Requested by : Anon

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

This one's really silly.

Could I request Malleus, Lilia, and Vil with a dhampir reader?

Silly request or not, Trey really likes this one anon!!! sorry for the delay on posting it-

Malleus

When he had first figured out of your half-vampire, half human identity, he was quite shocked, you looked relatively human from the outside, besides the slight grey tint of your skin and slightly pointed ears and teeth, you told him that your kind was known as a dhampir, the result of a human and a vampire; similar to Sebek, who's half human half fae. He was still in shock, but he found it outstanding that a human and vampire came together to create such a beautifully attractive dhampir, and the fact that said dhampir stands before him makes him feel rather lucky, it was no wonder you were able to understand him so easily, and why you were not scared of him upon your first meeting. You both had a passion for gargoyles and statues, meeting every Saturday of the week at night to show off and talk about the gargoyles you had seen that week.

Lilia

He had an inkling that you were not human, he could sense the vampire blood that circulated through your body, and he noticed your abnormailities were quite vampire like... being a vampire himself, of course he can tell if there is another with vampire blood in their system. You do not need to explain that you are from the species of the dhampir, he already knows, he's seen plently of those in his time, but not once has he seen one as attractive as you were, your looks were different from the ones he had met, you were stunning to him. The two of you are quite similar, in the way that you do not need to drink blood and you're not weak to sunlight. The only thing you're weak to at the moment is Lilia's cooking...

Vil

At first, he figured you had some kind of skin condition that tinted your skin grey, but never had he thought that it was just a natural genes thing, nor had he ever thought that you would be a dhampir, and a beautiful one at that. Although he'd never admit it straight up, your beauty completely rivals his own, he swore if there were a NRC beauty competition, surely you would win first prize, there is no way he can compete with the beauty of a dhampir like you. dispite that, he still likes to give you recommendations for skin care routines and make up looks, and will sometimes do your makeup for you!

[dhampir72]

What are you looking for in a beta?

Someone to beat me up honestly

[alucarddear]

Hello! I love your work!

May I please request something?

I was wondering if Adrian would ever have angry sex (not painful or maybe not even directed at you/reader but just frustration steam) and what that would be like?

And if not, may I ask the question for jealousy? I saw your HC and it made me curious if it'd ever get a little more intense.

A Pretty Picture*

A stranger foolishly tried to woo his lover, so Alucard decided to show him just whose name she would be screaming tonight.

Note: *NOT sfw. Foreplay. [She/her]

I mean, why not both? What have you all done to me? Anyways, have fun.

Not quite angry—think possessive, needy, desperate. I attempted a picture of what leads up to a pretty intense night probably. I had to stop there, it seemed like the right moment. You can maybe follow this up with Mine, if I blue-balled you. I hope I did justice to your wild imaginings, anon!

Thoughts? Violent reactions? Haha.

The lovers are back in their room at the inn now. She’d squeezed Adrian’s hands tightly and just about shoved the strange man out of the pub herself. It was probably for his own good, otherwise he might’ve been acquainted with Adrian’s fists or worse. The thought of meeting the dhampir’s magical sword is likely enough to make any luckless casanova shiver.

He is still fuming, that much is obvious. But why is her heart hammering? It’s not as if she did anything wrong.

“Adrian, calm down,” she says with a firm voice and an even firmer conscience. She touches his arm, and then starts explaining that she didn’t—

“Oh, it’s not you, darling, no,” he interjects, saving her from needlessly apologising for or explaining something she didn’t do. He saw what had happened. “I shouldn’t have left you for even just a minute.” This place reeks of ruffians.

“It’s alright,” she reassures him, smiling. “I’m alright. You worry too much. I took care of it, didn’t I?”

Yes, yes, his darling did. Far more admirably than he would’ve—should’ve.

They’d been travelling. He’d gone to book them a room at the nearby inn before it was too late. Meanwhile, she’d waited and ordered their drinks at the bar. When he returned, he saw that rat bastard make advances and place his unwelcome hands on his beloved, unsettling her, and the next thing he knew, he was seeing red, and then she had driven the man away herself.

Adrian shakes the thought out of his head.

It will not do to dwell on it, the more rational part of him wants to say, yet another is flooding his head with alarms and reminders that—She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine. How dare he?

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and closes his eyes. When next he opens them, an uncharacteristic smirk forms on his lips and he zeroes in on his lover, advancing towards her so very slowly, stopping just as her back hits the inn’s flimsy bedroom wall.

Adrian knows just what he wants, what he needs right now. Respite in the form of his favourite human, as well as some reminding that she is his, and his alone.

She is looking up at him, brows slightly furrowed, perhaps wondering what is going on in his head. She, whose smiles and little laughs fill his heart with glee. She, who’d promised herself to him long ago. His. All soft-skinned, lovely-eyed and warm, so very warm, always so pliant in his hands.

My girl, if you only knew.

Well…

“I want to fuck you,” he tells her bluntly, matter-of-fact, and then something desperate flashes through him. “I need to,” he corrects himself, instantly sending a blush to her face and an unexpected jolt of desire through her core.

She whispers her yes a little too fast, a little too soft for his liking.

“Are you certain? I won’t be able to stop myself,” he warns her.

He watches her gulp but nod again, sees her cheeks flood with colour at his crudeness yet her eyes twinkle with excitement, sees the way her knees got a little weak, and he smiles a toothy smile at her. My love. What precious little girl.

He runs a thumb across her bottom lip and gently prods her mouth open with it. She is blushing furiously, his silly girl, yet she accepts his finger readily, the tip of her tongue making the grave mistake of tentatively lapping at his thumb. It has his cock stiffening and twitching at the sensation, a needy groan nearly escaping his lips.

He picks her up then—scalding, urgent hands hoisting her up by her thighs. The intensity of his look might’ve had her knees weak with want, had her sliding down to the floor if not for his hot grip on her.

He’s angry, he’s jealous, and she really shouldn’t feel so... but damn it, he is so attractive to her right now, the way he wants her so badly she could shudder.

He’s staring at her, imploring her with such want, such need that she could never say no to. She really shouldn’t encourage him, really should calm him down, but his throbbing cock is hard and hot and already rubbing against her so tantalisingly, she just—

“Please,” she croaks at him, begging. “Please do.”

Uh-uh. He shakes his head a little.

“Please what?” he asks, index finger lifted as if to reprimand her. Say it. Say it.

“Please f-fuck me,” she just about whimpers.

Shit.

"Good girl.”

Adrian doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He growls, grinding his hips, the delicious friction forcing a breathy sob out of her lips that he promptly hushes with his own. He tastes sweet, sweet wine on his lover’s tongue, and his grip on her thighs tighten as he pushes off the wall, hands sliding up her buttocks—squeezing, kneading.

They head straight for the nondescript room’s equally nondescript bed. No matter, he thinks. She will make a pretty picture lying naked in it.

He’ll show that foolish man just whose name this pretty lady would be screaming tonight.

She’s sprawled in bed now, hair splayed on the soft, white pillows. “Adrian,” she mewls impatiently, thighs rubbing together.

Tut-tut. “Patience, my girl,” he admonishes her and then forgets about it entirely the very next second as he pushes the hem of her dress up and forces her thighs apart, fingers impatiently shoving her panties aside.

“Look at you,” he goads, smirking at her, fingers already collecting some of her wetness to rub slow circles on her clit. “So wet for me.”

“Adrian,” she gasps, “Adrian, please, please—”

He doesn’t give her a warning as he plunges one, two, three long fingers down to his knuckles into her tight pussy. He gradually increases his pace, curling his fingers inside her, stretching and preparing her to take his engorged cock well.

It’s not long before she is coming undone on his fingers, grasping at anything and everything for purchase. She begs him to stop, yet cries for him to fuck her harder. He holds her down to dampen her squirming and pumps into her until her eyes start collecting tears, until she’s pitifully sobbing his name, completely at the mercy of her dhampir. Soon, she is panting and trembling, utterly spent, yet he is only getting started.

Adrian licks at three of his fingers, tasting her, watching his sweat-slicked lover catch her breath, still shuddering and weak. As soon as he kneels on the bed to take her, she’s meeting him halfway in a desperate kiss—not quite chaste, yet not quite a battle, not one she’s winning tonight anyway. A surrender.

They cling to each other, desperately grasping, pulling at each other’s clothing, nipping. Him, undoing his trousers; her, sucking her salt off his tongue.

When they break apart for air, she attempts to pleasure him back, reaching for his hard cock, but he gently slaps her hand away.

“No, my dear. This is about you. Tonight is all for you,” he tells her.

You’re mine. You’re mine and I’m going to show you just what it means to be mine.

[milkywaydrabbles]

Fluff 13 with Alucard!

-from the same anon who requested tentacles with him xP

A/N: tentacle anon there's no way you're giving me whiplash like this rn. This is on the shorter side so I'm sorry for it but I wanted something just silly goofy and cute for Alucard and the love of his life! Enjoy! MWUAH

“What are you doing?” “I was trying to make pancakes but it didn’t exactly work”

Early.

Way early in the morning.

Normally, Alucard was the first one up in the morning. You’d be asleep for another hour or so, thinking that his seven in the morning internal clock was entirely too early and you’d ‘be hitting snooze until you were ready’. Today was a little different: you were awake, and out of bed. Two things that Alucard would have to pry out of you any given day. Especially this morning. The night before had been a late night filled with..certain activities that left bruises on your hips and clawed scratches on his back. The dhampir sighed thinking back on it, snuggling deeper into the bed. Just five more minutes... he thought to himself. Whatever you were doing you’d be back shortly. Maybe you were just in the bathroom. And he didn’t need to be up, there was nothing to be done. So, really, what was the harm in it? 

“Fuck!” 

Ah, there was the harm.

Alucard shot up, eyes scanning the room as if you were in it, hearing your voice carry through the castle, nearly tripping out the bed when his feet got tangled into the sheets. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, running out the room and being hit with the smell of smoke and...burning? Maybe? His panic heightened, following the smog deeper into the castle, leading into the kitchen. “My love?” He called out, hoping he’d hear something back from you and--

“In here, Adrian!” followed by a much lower “Shit” and cough.

Rounding the corner he found you fanning smoke out of the window, currently unusable pan doused in water in the sink and scrunched up face. “Angel, what are you doing?” he questioned, opening up the window more and helping fan out the smoke until it was a more tolerable level of foggy. 

“I was trying to make pancakes but it didn’t exactly work” you huffed. “Trying?” He commented, and you looked away with the heat on your neck rising. “Uh well...”

-

You woke up, feeling simultaneously exhausted and refreshed. It was the first time you think you’d ever woken up before Adrian, glancing over and seeing him in all his gorgeous glory asleep. Your eyes dipped lower and lower until they were graced with the beautiful view of his adonis belt, feeling flush all over. ‘Ugh’ you thought, ‘i’m no better than a man with these thoughts’. You decided to get up and start your day early. You’d give yourself a nap later on. After washing your face and brushing your teeth (you realized you looked no better than the night creatures) you set off to do something nice for the love of your life: make breakfast!

It would be something simple, your brain still mushy from last night, plus being so early you didn’t think you could even comprehend the complexities of anything else. So you made a comfort: pancakes! Well, started to. The batter was where you’d like it, ready to make yummy fluffy pancakes! You poured one into the pan, waiting for it to cook before flipping--it looked perfect. Yeah, you could totally do this a handful more times. So you did it again, and then started on the third, when your eyes got heavy. You brought a seat over to watch the stove and leaned your hand on the counter, dozing off...waking up face to face to a fire that kindled from whatever remained of the third pancake you set off making.

“I fell asleep.”

The silence in the room was loud, Alucard blinking as he took in your excuse before bursting into laughter (even with his cackling he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, unfair.) “You fell asleep?” You groaned, shoving him away. “Shut up! I wanted to be nice and cook you breakfast in bed like you do to me after we--oh never mind.” He couldn’t help but laugh, he didn’t mean to! You just looked so cute standing there with your hair a mess and a bit of black soot on your cheeks. His laughter quelled, bringing you closer by the hips and peppering your face with small kisses until he felt you smile against him. “That was very sweet of you, my love. Thank you, I know how you hate getting up so early in the mornings.” You hummed, reciprocating the kiss once one landed on your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, swaying lightly as you felt the breeze wisp away the last of the smoke. You parted when you needed to catch your breath, nuzzling into his neck as you did so.

“How about I cook breakfast darling?” “Yes, please.”

[ifishouldvanish]

last anon - RIGHT, SAME, my brother and i are convinced they would be so good for each other??? also they're both over 300 and 250 each, they count as old men yaoi, look like they should be at the club but probably would enjoy sitting by the fireplace and making snarky remarks to each other while still cuddling

Oh absolutely, anon.

They are old men fr and as much as they loved their human lovers, they are kinda ready to settle down with a fellow immortal. (Without the ethical implications of having to turn them first 😅)

Alucard loves to hear Olrox talk about his life in the ~new world, and is charmed by the impassioned spark in his eyes when he talks about it. Where Olrox's guarded, pessimistic nature pushes most people away, it's 100% familiar territory to Alucard, who knows from experience that there's something beautiful and worthy of love hiding underneath. That, and it's been way too long since he found anyone he could exchange snarky banter with properly.

Olrox notices how loving and hopeful for the future Alucard is and he's kinda "get out of my school" about it at first because he realizes he absolutely has a type and it's pretty, virtuous men who will always fight for what's right, even if he doesn't agree with how. He needs some time to sort out his grief over his lost lover and his emerging feelings for this kind-hearted Dhampir who also knows how to open a can of whoop ass--but once he does, he's all in.

After all this shit's over, they're gonna be sipping blood wine by the fireplace, each with some thick tome in their lap and snickering about how something either A) wasn't translated properly or B) simply isn't true (source: one of them was there)

Snarking is their foreplay, but it's always Olrox who folds and gets sappy first. Alucard doesn't mind at all though, and loves to see this side of him no one else does. One day Olrox finds the book of dick spells and is like "🤨 honey, what the hell is this?" And Alucard is like "oh, that old thing? 😏"

The gang comes to visit every once in a while and Richter is forever weirded out seeing Olrox being like... affectionate toward Alucard. But hey, Alucard looks happy, and Olrox and Annette get along like a house on fire, reminiscing about their respective homelands and ranting about the latest nonsense they saw some white people pull.

Enough years go by that one day Richter slips out a "thanks, Dad" when Olrox hands him something and they both "😐" for ten whole seconds before stammering excuses for why they need to leave the room immediately. It never happens again, but Annette and Alucard each tease their partners about this relentlessly. It's basically the new 'Treffy'.