Request: @queenondeezmatatas OOH I MISS ALU SO MYCH AS WELL💓I did the the wheel and got Power Play 👀A fem!reader and subby alu please? Hihihihihi
AN: I missed writing Alucard soo much!! It feels awesome to see you in my inbox. Okay so this turned out to be more of a hurt/comfort sub/dom thingy. But it's so sweet. I hope you like it 🥰because I had a lot fun and feels writing this.
Tropesvania Event- feel free to request
Genre: hurt/comfort
Pairing(s): Adrian Tepes x fem Reader
Summary: Power-play- fem reader
“He will not.” You cross your arms, huffing at the Belmont. “Adrian will not go anywhere.” Holding his hand tightly in yours, you look into his eyes, only for Alucard to avoid your gaze.
To be honest, you had never liked the Belmont couple. They were no better than the bastards who had done this to Alucard.
What kind of friends left a grieving soul to rot in the grave of his wretched past? What kind of friends ignored the trembling in his hands, the shadows in his golden eyes, and the cracks in his composure?
They had all failed him. Left him to fend for himself. Let the savior of their world crumble like the castle he wandered.
You despised them all. But mostly, you despised yourself for not finding him sooner.
For all the nights he begged for pain, sobbed for penance, for what he believed he had made you into.
To Adrian, you were his penance. A shadow of the demons of his past. That was what he needed. A force he could fight, a torment he could endure.
This cursed world was why the dhampir you loved more than anything would never be able to love you the same way. To him, you were his nightmare, his doom, a trial sent to test his strength.
But you had passed the point of return long ago. Love was a crippling addiction, and you were nothing if not an absolute slave to its whims.
So, you became exactly what Adrian desired. Combining all the rotten parts of yourself, you gave him what he needed. Acts his former lovers had made him endure, this time, with the control resting firmly in his hands.
Brittle ropes, gentle knots, whispered reassurances, kisses, and tender caresses. You refused to let his pain exist unaccompanied by pleasure.
And somehow, after weeks of tearful protests and self-loathing, Adrian began to accept it. His body learned, his senses yielded, his spirit softened under your whispered praise.
You were damn proud of that.
Until he came. The Belmont.
He barged in, shattering one of your stolen moments in the west wing of the castle. Right as Adrian had allowed himself to surrender, to relax in your arms for a fleeting moment of pleasure.
Perched on top of him, locked in a searing kiss, the slamming of the door was like a clap of thunder.
Adrian leapt up instinctively, his panicked stance shielding you. His sword appeared in his trembling hand, ready to strike the intruder.
It was Belmont.
He came for a simple reason—a quest, a call from some obscure, faraway town burning under the chaos of the Fae. A plea for Adrian, the savior, the hero.
Absolutely not.
Adrian would not go. If the world burned, so be it. It was no concern of yours or his.
He had given enough. Lost enough. There was no part of him left to sacrifice for others. Adrian wasn’t their savior anymore. He was barely holding himself together.
Gripping his hand in yours, you stood in front of him, placing yourself between Adrian and Belmont. Your hatred for the man blazed, unrestrained, raw and unfiltered.
“My love will not go,” you said firmly, voice low and trembling with fury. “He is no savior. I will not allow it.”
For the first time, tears of frustration welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. Why him? Gods, why him? “Leave him be!” You shoved Belmont hard, your voice shaking as you fought to steady it. “Some good you’ve done,” you spat.
Why had this man come now, when things were finally getting better? Why did Adrian have to be taken from you the moment he’d started to gather himself? Why must the world steal him away just as you’d found him again?
You lunged toward Belmont, fists clenched, ready to drive him out with whatever strength you had left. But before you could reach him, a hand caught your arm.
Adrian pulled you back gently, turning you to face him. For the first time that day, he met your eyes.
“I won’t go,” he whispered. His voice was calm, steady—the same tone you had used to comfort him through countless nightmares. “I won’t go anywhere.”
His words echoed softly in the room, but to you, they roared louder than any promise.
A chuckle escaped your lips, broken by an ill-hidden sob. You pulled him into a tight embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clung to him. He wasn’t their savior. He was yours.
Alucard loses his virginity to Trevor while being held by Sypha in the back of the wagon while they travel. Lots of crying and emotional Alucard.
“Alucard, are you a virgin?”
“Wha- I- why would you ask that!”
“He’s a virgin” the two said in sync. It was a quiet night on the road, the horses were tied off to the side, the wagon was sitting under a tree, the fire was crackling and lighting up the area. They’d been gifted a few bottles of something clear that made them all drunk warm. Alucard was sitting on the ground, coat wrapped over his shoulders, bottle cradled between his legs. Sypha and Trevor were sitting a few feet away from him on opposite sides, Sypha sitting on a large stone and Trevor on a log.
“S-so what. It doesn’t matter.” Alucard said as his face heated up and he felt his chest tighten. Sex wasn’t… he’d been interested sure but there was never anyone who’d been… nice to him. At least not in the playful kindness the speaker and hunter showed to him. Sure he’d touched himself… more now that Sypha and Trevor started screwing around when they thought he was far enough away.
He tried not to look at either of them and instead taking another burning sip from his bottle.
“Have you ever even kissed anybody before?” Sypha asked as she moved to sit heavily next to the blonde. Her robes fanned out around her. Alucard just looked down at the dirt, finger scratching messy lines in it. Trevor moved to flop down to sit down on Alucard’s other side.
“Not really…” Alucard admitted. They’d all drank too much, their lips loose and hands…
Trevor had warm hands especially the one that laid heavily on Alucard’s thigh. Alucard could help but look at the difference in their legs…. Trevor had such big legs, thick thighs… so much to him…
Trevor was usually very warm, especially when his body turned and his other hand came up to move Alucard’s face, to cradle his jaw. The vampire could feel the heat of him when their faces were inches apart, their chest close too.
“Trevor…” Alucard whimpered and felt Sypha run her hand down his back causing him to arch. His breath was fast and light, he felt his blood rushing down, bottle forgotten in his lap.
“Yeah… alright” Trevor said and let their lips meet.
Alucard was cold. Cold but soon Trevor shared his warmth, their tongues mingling together in a fever. Hands in tight fists in his lap, Alucard never felt more warm.
Alucard felt his stomach twist and his eyes prickle up with tears. It felt so good. It felt so good , Trevor’s rough hand on his jaw and rubbing at his knee, Sypha’s fingers tracing lightly up and down his spine. He couldn’t help the whimpers that tore up from this throat.
And then Trevor was at his neck, warm kisses pressed all around pale neck, pants and whimpers flowing out around them, tears rolling hotly down his cheeks as his hands held on tightly to Trevor’s shoulders. He felt so solid, so strong, and each kiss felt seared down into the dhampir skin.
“My turn” the blonde heard before he was being pulled the other way away from Trevor’s mouth. Sypha was there to pull him into a hot biting kiss, she pulled back and sucked his bottom lip with her. Trevor was on his back, warm spreading through him as the speaker brought him back for kiss after kiss, licking into Alucard’s mouth.
All he could do was whimper and let out broken sobs between kisses, his hands shook as he tried to find somewhere to hold. Sypha held his spindly hands in hers, his hands were cold and clammy and hers were warm and rough.
Sypha loved how loud Alucard was. She would have bet he would be quiet, quiet like he always is. But here he was, crying out, moaning, whimpering, whining, and she loved it.
When Sypha pulled back she took in the messy expression on the usually cold man. He was crying, salt mingling into the kisses, his lips were puffy red, and his cheeks were slightly colored.
"Are you okay Alucard?" Sypha asked and Trevor lifted his head from where he had been sucking on his shoulder, coat shoved down out of the way. He was about to pull his hands away from where they were sitting on the blonde’s hips but Alucard nodded.
"pl-please" Is all Alucard said before he shakily pulled Trevor's hand away from his hip down to where his cock was hard in his pants. He knew he would get crap for his cock but he'd never felt so... in place. Right where he should be.
Syoha looked at Trevor, fire in her eyes, and they nodded.
"Of course, come on, wagon." She said and rose up to her feet, pulling one of Alucard’s hands up with her. Trevor pulled the other hand up with him when he stood and Alucard was wobbly on his feet as he followed them hand in hand.
His and Trevor’s lips met again and soon he was being hauled up into their wagon, Sypha had laid out one of the sheets that was usually stashed away.
“Ah! Oh please!” Alucard begged as he was pushed down to recline down between Sypha’s legs, Trevor kneeling between his. Alucard didn’t really know what to do but when Trevor pulled off his shirt and tossed it out of the way, not many other thoughts even existed.
Trevor was big… broad. Alucard didn’t even care that he was staring there was just so much to stare at. Big hulking muscles, lashes of scars spattered around, and coarse dark hair layered lightly over it all and trailing down to the edge of his pants.
He barely noticed his own shirt being pulled off his shoulders by Sypha as he watched Trevor unbuttonhis pants and undo his belts.
“Don’t… don’t…” Alucard said and shook his head when Trevor moved to pull his trousers down. Sypha shushed him and turned his head up for more deep kisses. Alucard twisted, pushing himself up trying to get closer. Trevor pulled off his boots, leaving him in his silky white hose under his pants. Trevor hummed and let his hands rub up and down the smooth material, each upward stroke pushing the blonde’s pants up higher.
When Sypha pulled back and turned Alucard back to Trevor who leaned forward to draw him in for more kisses, she let her hands start to explore around the expanse of soft pale skin, tight flat muscles and down to his sharp hip bones. She looked delightedly at the way her boyfriend was sloppily making out with the dhampir.
When she drew her hands back up she let her thumbnails gently flick over the small powder pink nipples that had pebbled up in the cool night air.
That had been a shock to the vampire though which had cause his knees to pick up which had cause him to completely nail Trevor in the-
“Cockshot! Not cool…” The hunter blew out as his hands immediately went down to where his rock hard dick had been tapped. Alucard let a high squeaky moan and brought his hands up to cover his nipples, he wretched forward panting.
“Fuck! Ah, oh my god, fuck” He panted out and looked down at his own chest astonished, it had felt like a shock right to his dick, he’d never felt something so…
“More! More, more, more, please Sypha! Again, do it again” He begged and scooted back so his back was pressed against Sypha’s.
Trevor watched as he recovered, his cock still very interested . He watched as Sypha ran her hands up and down Alucard’s sides a few times before letting her finger rub rings around the little pink buds. The vampire was whining non stop, like a needy puppy, his legs jittery and jumping. Until Sypha rolled each nipple between two fingers which unleashed a cry and loud broken moan.
“Lemme” Is all Trevor said before he was back closing Alucard in close, this time making Alucard spread his legs and make room for him. He looked into Alucard’s wild, far off eyes before bending down and taking one nipple into his mouth, first just licking.
Alucard let out a long loud ‘ ah’ and his legs closed down tightly on Trevor’s hips, his hands clawed at Trevor’s back, and his hips bucked up, nearly getting fiction on Trevor’s.
“No! Stop! Stop, stop, stop,stop” Alucard cried out yet held Trevor's head close to his chest. Sypha pulled her hand away and let it sit on a clammy hip and Trevor stopped his gentle nibbling.
“What’s wrong?” Sypha asked and gave Alucard a squeeze, he was panting, eyes closed tightly.
“Stop p-playing with my.. My chest. Gonna cum if you keep doin’ that.” The blonde finally whimpered out like a wounded dog, it was mortifying.
Trevor huffed a laugh and sat back on his haunches, hands grabbing lightly onto the vampire’s thighs. Sypha kissed his forehead and let her hands run from just under his nipples down to shove her fingers under his waistband.
“I’m gonna fuck you Alucard.” Trevor said and watched the vampire’s eyes cross for a second before he was nodding and kicking his pants off and away.
Alucard was bared down to his silky thigh high hose and his plain black garters, and a pair of small black linen underpants that tied at the sides. He stared at Trevor with wide eyes, the other man still had his pants on but at least had a bare chest and feet.
“You’re very pretty, Alucard.” Sypha said and brought him in for another long kiss as Trevor pushed his own pants off and away. The hunter was digging around in his bag when Alucard looked back at him.
The blonde was panting, mouth open, hands laying on his pale hips, and he bent his knees and spread his feet apart, the picture of open and wanting .
Sypha was busy kissing and sucking dark marks into his neck for her to notice Trevor tearing one of the few bags and grabbing a small bottle of something light green.
“You’re gonna f-fuck me Belmont? How?” Alucard asked, trying not to sound utterly terrified when he saw what Trevor was… packing. Huge. Huge and thick and…
“Like this.” Trevor said and pulled one the bows on the side of Alucard’s underwear and stopped short when he caught sight of what Alucard was packing.
“Sypha” He said, fingers dripping with the slick gloopy substance that had been poured from the bottle. Alucard huffed and looked away from them both, ending up staring at a mark on the canvas that covered the wagon. He felt… self conscious, and crossed his arms.
“That’s cute. That’s- that’s really cute.” Trevor snickered and looked down at the small pink cock that laid against a pair of hairless little balls, all smooth and cute. Sypha saw Alucard’s state and hugged him and kissed his cheek.
“It’s cute Alucard, that’s not a bad thing. It matches the best of you, cute!” She said and kissed as close as she could to his lips. He still huffed and gave Trevor side eye.
“C’mon Alucard, what do you want?” He asked and let his dry hand come to completely engulf the pale cock, he gave it one squeeze and Alucard was moaning out, hands scrambling to grab Trevor’s wrist. Trevor used his thumb and forefinger and made a little ring to stroke up and down Alucard’s cock.
Soon the vampire was leaking and shoving back on Sypha who was holding Alucard’s chin and making him keep his face up. The speaker ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.
Alucard had handfuls of the sheet under them, he didn’t know anything except that he was gonna explode . He’d never felt so good. He’d never felt warmer either. He just wanted everything.
His mouth was hanging open, fangs on display, and his eyes were far off and unfocused, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth and his moans were chopped up by high whines. His cock was a drooling mess and his thighs shook where they squeezed at Trevor’s sides.
“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you cry” Trevor growled and leaned down into a biting kiss that Alucard tried to keep up with, his hands came up to wind into the brunette hair and keep Trevor pulled down. But he let out a high cry when Trevor finally brought his slick hand down to push and rub at his hole.
Alucard kept crying out and moaning as Trevor got his finger in, kicking his feet against the floor of the wagon to the point Sypha thought they might start to roll.
“Alucard, relax. Relax, baby, this is the easy part.” Sypha whispered to him and calmingly rubbed his belly, Alucard tried, he let go of Trevor’s hair and held onto the sheet again, head lolling back to lay on her shoulder, eye’s closed and mouth wide open panting. Trevor leaned past him and gave Sypha a long closed mouth kiss.
Soon Alucard was sobbing, tears and sweat soaking his head and his legs trembling, and Trevor had three fingers in. Sypha was lightly playing with his nipples again, whispering sweet praise.
Trevor slipped his fingers out of the dhampir’s puffy red hole, taking a moment to pull at his cock which caused him to cry out and sob out more where he was held against Sypha.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Alucard. Gonna make you cum.” Trevor growled lowly, thrusting his cock up over Alucard’s belly showing the virgin how deep it was gonna go, past his belly button a bit. The blonde just cried more, he just felt so much, emotionally and physically.
Trevor didn’t say anymore before he used one hand to guide his prick into Alucard’s tight body.
It sounded like someone was getting eaten alive.
Alucard was shrieking, kicking his feet, and his nails were digging into the wood of the wagon floor. His eyes were closed and tears rolled down his red face.
“Calm down, calm down, it’s in Alucard. Do you want to stop? You have to say if you need to stop!” Sypha told him and tried to hold him as tight as she could, he moved one hand up to hold onto hers. His eyes opened up, red from crying and sparkling gold.
“I’ve nev-never” Alucard whimpered out and twisted to shove his face into Sypha’s chest. She rubbed his shoulders and back as he kept crying.
“That’s it, fuck, Alucard you’re so tight.” Trevor said when he was finally all the way inside the vampire. Alucard was tight, squeezing down every so often, each hiccuped sob tightening down on Trevor’s cock.
“That’s… that’s it? I did it?” Alucard asked as he turned back away from where he had buried himself in Sypha’s robe-covered chest. Trevor nodded.
“It’s all in.” He said and Alucard breathed deeply for a moment before looking down at himself, surely if he could bend a bit more he could see but he was so tired.
“Can I come now?” He asked, he’d been holding in so much it was so painful he was right there for so long. Trevor leaned over him, kissing him, and took a hold of his soaked little cock.
Alucard moaned and it took only a few strokes before he was cumming. Cum puddling in the dip of his belly, and he was shaking all over.
After a minute he was barely awake. He felt like he was… it was magic. Everything felt amazing. Even the huge throbbing problem in his ass and the fact he was covered in sweat, tears, snot, and his own cum.
He didn’t even know he was smiling.
He didn’t know he fell asleep till he woke up damp in just his hose and underwear laying underneath Trevor’s stinky cloak. He could hear Sypha and Trevor fucking, the rhythmic fwop fwop fwop of skin hitting skin, and Trevors grunting.
He tried to sit up but immediately fell back down, his back fucking hurt and his legs felt like jelly and his hole… he reached down and touched it. It felt hot and puffy and and and he brought his fingers back up to his face and there was…
“He fucked me” Alucard said and hit his hand against the floor. He could hear the other two stop. He was going to have a word with that bastard, who was he to fuck someone who was passed out…
“Hey princess~” Trevor growled and crawled back over and -
“Fuck it” Alucard said and pulled him in for a kiss.
Summary: Your lips trail down from his jaw to the column of his neck. You suck and nip the skin only to kiss it and soothe it immediately afterwards. “No pain,” you had promised him and you were nothing if not true to your word.
(AN: sub Adrian all the way. Fight me)
Part 2
Adrian was a vision. Flushed and sweaty he reassembled a fallen angel in the moments of ecstasy.
Without wasting another moment you returned to kissing him senseless. Your hands mapping the expanse of his body and your tongue fighting the battle of dominance. Weaving your hands through his hair you pull it as your tongue laps at his fangs. A gesture that elicits a low whimper. You store that information for later.
Pushing yourself back you try to look for any signs of discomfort on Adrian’s face. Your hands retreat to the couch as you try to observe with your lust addled brain. You dare not risk it, not after what Adrian had gone through. However, you barely catch a glimpse of your beloved’s face before you are pulled back in by him.
A low growl is a good enough warning as Adrian places your hands right where they had been. In fact it does not go unnoticed that he places your hand lower, closer to where he itches to be touched.
In return his hands find a way inside your shirt. Touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps along your spine. With impatient movements he rips your shirt off and chucks it away as if it had offended him with a vicisious curse (which it hadn’t).
Breaking away from the kiss you push back his hair that now sticks to his sweaty forehead. In a moment of clarity Adrian looks at you with a questioning look. Too fargone for words he communicates through his actions as he intertiwines his fingers with yours.
The couch is crowed with your entangled legs and with that you carry him to your bed. A pleasant breeze slithers in through a half ajar window. Laying Adrian down you crawl on top of him.
His eyes are glazed and his lips red after your intense makeout session. You bend down to kiss his lips again. You bite his lower lip are your other hand caresses the narrow of his waist. A reassurance that you would not abandon him. Never.
Your lips trail down from his jaw to the column of his neck. You suck and nip the skin only to kiss it and soothe it immediately afterwards. “No pain,” you had promised him and you were nothing if not true to your word.
You can smell both your and his arousal even through your pants. While your administration of Adrian’s neck continue, your leg settles between his legs. And your dhampir moans your name with the barest pressure of your knee.
He moans and whimpers but does not make a move. “Such a good boy,” you praise him and award him with a rut of your knee. You feel him harden with the smallest motion. Too sensitive to even the tiniest touch. “So obedient,” you whisper as your hand traces his collar bone while your other hand traces his nipple. Feathery touch that makes him shudder into a soundless moan.
You increase the pressure of your knee against his clothed erection. Simultaneoulsy your mouth attaches to the other nipple. Your repeat the motions of your earlier minitrations and Adrian gasps as he ruts back against you.
“Mhmm…please,” he begs. His voice barely audible as you push down his pants and underwear. Gripping his hard erection you make sure to smear the precum to avoid any discomfort. The direct contact leaves Adrian shaking as his mouth falls open in a silent scream.
His nipples now red and hard. The flush so stark against his pale skin. Your hand does not stop as you move lower. Right between your lover’s legs, Adrian feels the warmth of your breath between his thighs.
On an impulse his hands grip your hair. Even lust addled his claws are nowhere to be seen.
You kiss every inch of his skin. The vulnerable skin that smells of arousal. Your bites never harsh, only there to mark and to claim. You take your time as you make your way to his erection. Gentle as you worship your lover.
Putting his thighs on your shoulder you smile when his hand finds yours. An action more intimate that your mouth on his cock.
It does not take long before you feel him twitch in your mouth. His back arches in pleasure as your tongue traces along his vein. Pushing him over the edge you hollow your cheeks as he orgasms. Your name leaving his mouth and his hand still in yours.
Once cleaned up you lay next to Adrian. The not so subtle frown on his face would have worried you had you not known the reason.
“What about you?” he questions referencing your still very prominent erection. “I co-”
“Nope,” you interrupt him with a peck on his lips. “Not today. Take it easy love,” you murmur as you cuddle him in the process of dispersing your arousal. As adorable the pout on his face is you would not push him. Things need to be slow.
Overstimulating Afab Alucard with Cunnilingus and spoiling him with praise and affection afterwards
AN: I hope you like this nonnie. Sorry I mentally am not capable of writing smut but here we go-
Warning: Cunnilingus, cunt used for Adrian, gn reader, minors dni
Adrian's thighs quiver on your shoulders. Perched on the kitchen counter his skin feels flush against the cool marble. His fingers grip your hair, pulling you closer into him.
His hips move to meet your tongue lapping at his cunt. He wants you everywhere. His lips, the edge of his collarbone, his sensitive nipples and his cunt. He wants too much.
Your tongue inside him is warm. It sets alight a bundle of nerves that leaving arching. Your hands hold his hips, tracing unknown patterns on his skin.
You are both sweaty it feels like time has stilled. Its been hours, maybe days Adrian does not know. He cannot bring himself to care. Not when you have kept him dwindling on the edge of his building orgasm.
Even now as you tongue retreats right when he found himself close to getting undone. He can feel your smug smirk.
His cunt clenches around the emptiness and Adrian whines for you. "Hah y/n ummh," your breath on his folds is enough to keep him teetering on the delirious edge of pleasure. "Please,"
"Please what my love?" your voice sends vibration up Adrian's body. Even after hours of this...your voice does not falter like his. It is husky from the labor of your own choice but there not an iota of exhaustion or wear. Your hand cups his face while other maps the trail of your marks on him. "Please let me cum," Adrian pleads. "Please," Adrian's eyes lose focus as you nip the vulnerable skin of his thigh. So close.
And without a word your mouth returns on him. Your efforts doubled from before. Your hands grip his thighs.
Your tongue laps his juices. By now you smell entirely of his arousal and it satisfices some primal instinct in Adrian's brain.
You suck him emptying your cheeks and the delicious pressure of the vacuum thrusts Adrian into the oblivion of his orgasm. Adrian falls back on the cold counter slab but not without the cushion of your hands supporting his head.
Every pore of his body trembles with pleasure and sensitivity. "You did so well," your voice sounds distant from the haze of pleasure clouding him.
He does not gather when you carry him into your room or when you clean him without the slightest discomfort of oversensitivity. Comfort of sheets that smell of you and him envelop Adrian.
And when he wakes up dressed in your shirt and his hair braided he does not question. Neither does he find it surprising when you greet him to a clean kitchen and a hearty dinner. He has learned not to question your gestures or the motives behind them. Instead, a flutter of affection fills him with the very sight of you.
Warning: Minors DNI (seriously don't). Pegging and other good stuff. Reader with a cunt and Alucard with a dick.
Summary: Dressed in the colors of your kingdom, wearing the jewels provided by you Alucard looks ravishing even with the murderous glint in his eyes.
Word count: 2.5k
AN: I have no shame anymore. Could it be nastier...yes but idk how to. Also please ignore if there are any stupid errors (unless its really bad). I have written this in a moment of hyper fixation.
“Rather than moping alone with this ruin, I would recommend that you find something better to do,” Alucard glares at you from where he lies on the ground. Perched on the only surviving piece of furniture you do not avoid his withering gaze.
Instead, you stare right back. “Lying here in filth as you wait for death tsk tsk…,” the dismissal in your voice enrages Alucard. “What do mortals call it…yeah meaning of life. Why don’t you look for that? I mean you already did your heroic quests but what now?” Dressed in the finest silk and invaluable gems you look out of place.
“Maybe a heartwarming friendship or must I say romance,” Alucard flinches at the mention of both. Dusting your hands you stand from your place. And for once Aculard regrets not having his sword on him. “If not all that then,” you crouch next to him and your fingers brush against his chin, tilting his neck to look right into your eyes, “why not accept my proposal? I am still very smitten with you and very willing to offer all that I did a year ago,” a mischievous smile plays on your lips.
The touch of your fingers burns Aculard’s skin with a sensation he feels after months. The touch of another leaves him wanting more. Barely resisting the urge to lean into your touch Alucard stares by defiantly.
“My subjects would still welcome you. Our betrothal still stands unbroken after all and I am nothing if not understanding for a fiance who was cheated on,” you do not care to spare him from the burns of his past. You never have. Maybe that is why even now it is hard to sense any deception from you. Alucard never visited your kingdom. Your betrothal to him had been a thing of the past. A bond forged for petty alliances.
“The ones who betrothed us are long gone. So are the ones you claim to be my lovers. What exactly is your aim here? Why are you here y/n? Have you run out of things to do in your kingdom?” Your bond was formed in the teenage years of Alucard’s life. A bond that promised him the only position of the consort, next to you. Somehow in all that went by Alucard forgot about it.
You look at Alucard with a mix of amusement and intrigue, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, my dear Alucard, you underestimate my motivations," you say, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "I didn't come here out of boredom or a lack of things to do. I came here for you."
Alucard's brows furrow as he tries to make sense of your words. "For me? But why?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. “What scheme are you up to now? And why now? Where were you when I needed you?”
You lean back, still maintaining your captivating gaze. Undaunted by Alucard’s accusations you continue, “My absence from your life has been a part of my duty as a ruler. I simply could not drag my people into your father’s mess. It wouldn’t be a great look if I got my people killed by my father-in-law or my fiance,” you shrug dismissively.
“So I am here now. Offering you what my father promised. A place by my side and my people. You have proven yourself worthy of it. Wealth, power, love, praise, I offer everything and if must you insist then also my deepest apologies.” Aclucard pushes away your hand as silence prevails over the room after your declaration.
There's a hint of sadness in your eyes, but you quickly mask it with a dismissive smirk. "Your loss, Alucard," you say, rising to your feet and straightening your attire. "I offered you a chance at something extraordinary, something that you could have had. But if you prefer to remain in this pitiful state, then so be it."
As you turn to leave, Alucard's voice cuts through the air, “Fine then, prepare everything you can,” standing up Alucard faces you with a cutting look in his eyes. “This proposal that you are so proud of, I accept it. So be ready to bear the consequences of offering beyond your reach,” leaning in Alucard’s eyes glimmer with a crazed look that matches your own. Both twisted with a sick fascination. “I might just find meaning in becoming the bane of your existence.”
This is how Alucard finds himself in your royal chambers. Dressed in dainty silks that you prefer. Ladden with jewels that bear your insignia. His usually flowing hair braided into the intricate style of the royal consort. All covered by the insanely long veil he was made to wear the entire ceremony.
It had been hours since he had been thrusted into the wedding chambers. The sweet coying smell of wine and roses surrounds Alucard as he awaits you. Tired of waiting Alucard rips away the annoying veil and fills himself a glass of wine.
“My, my, indulging ourselves self a little too much aren’t we,” your breath falls on the column of Alucard’s neck just as he was about to sip the wine from his glass. Yet, moments later you find a dagger digging at the exposed skin of your neck. “Ai, and here I thought consummation would be the easier part,” you reply without a care in the world.
Dressed in the colors of your kingdom, wearing the jewels provided by you Alucard looks ravishing even with the murderous glint in his eyes. Unfettered by the dagger pressing close to your neck your arms circle Alucard’s waist, pulling him closer.
Alucard flinches as the tip of his dagger nicks your neck. “Dearest consort feel free to kill me if you can manage all the paperwork of this forsaken palace. Although I will say I have been slacking off the past few days so you might have to work a little harder.” Despite your light-hearted words, Adrian finds it hard to breathe.
A clang of metal reverberates in the room as he lets go of the dagger in his grasp. Instead, Adrian’s arms circle your neck. Leaning in closer to him your lips remain a hair’s width away as you whisper, “I would have loved to take off your veil but what an injustice would it be to hide you any longer Adrian,” the dhampir’s breath hitches at the mention of his name from your lips. His true name.
Your lips meet his and they are soft. Adrian’s body heats up at every point of contact as your arms pull him closer. Your lips, hungry fight his own as your teeth nip at his lower lip. Your tongue ventures into his mouth exploring every part of him with unparalleled haste.
There is a wild look in your eyes when you pull away and Adrian would have almost collapsed if not for your hands that hold him steady.
Adrian feels the cool of night cling to his skin, as you rip open the ceremonial gowns with a care in the world. Peeling off the layers in careless motions. Before Adrian can voice his discontent at your intact gown, or notice the scars of his own past you pull him into the bed.
Adrian plops down on the plush bed, “Shh,” your finger stops the complaints forming on his lips. “Only words I want to hear from you are the moans of my name and of course and warning of discomfort,” you pluck away all the hairpins that hold Adrian’s hair back. Your own hair falls down like a majestic waterfall. Shielding him from the outside world.
And then in quick motions, you discard your robes in a messy pile beside your bed. Adrian finds his eyes wandering on the planes of your body as yours do on his. “You’ll be in this bed much longer than anticipated husband,” your voice sounds huskier as your hands travel Adrian’s torso. “Maybe I should just keep you here, always ready for me.” your dilated pupils stare back at Adrian.
But it isn’t fear that fills Adrian even at your crazed words. No…it’s something completely different. Something that makes him want to be here for you. Waiting for you to take him at any passing moment of the day. Waiting for you to drill him into your wedding bed as he screams your name. The name only he is allowed to utter in the entire kingdom.
You lean back in to kiss Adrian, who meets your kiss with equal enthusiasm. And Adrian’s legs part to accommodate your knee. His pleasure, visible from the eager red erection that springs to life.
Adrian groans when your knee rubs against his dick. A thrum of pleasure goes through him at barest friction. Your lips trail down leaving a map of hickies down his throat. Your fangs tug at his skin teasing it and nipping it mercilessly.
Your hands rest on each side of his waist. Holding him from humping onto your knee like a bitch in heat. “Ahh…ugn please,” Adrian finds himself begging you in the very first minutes. He cannot bring himself to care. He truly does not care enough to put appearances for you. But do not allow him. Your hands hold him as your mouth continues traveling down.
For all your chatter, you remain quiet in bed. Only amused chuckles and clever remarks that put dirty scenarios in his mind grace Adrian. Your hands travel up gripping his chest as your fingers toy with his nipples. “Should we peirce them?” Your nails dig into his sensitive nubs. “Tell me Adrian would you like that? Tight clamps, chains all that would leave your pretty little nipples this beautiful red? So sensitive that even a touch would leave you a moaning mess? Cover you with all the jewels and delicate gold chains like a prized trophy. A pretty present only for the monarch. And then fuck you so good that it leaves you in a mess of jewels and your own cum forever wanting more,” as if on cue your knee rubs on his dick, and Adrian’s eyes cloud.
“Maybe I could dress you in those see-through silks, that all this would be out for everyone to see. For all our subjects to know how much their beloved consort enjoys playing with his nipples,” your mouth bites his nipple and Adrian arches into you. “y/n please,” he rubs into you. Your words ringing in his mind. Your teeth roll his nub as he continues rutting on your knee. Your tongue sucks his nipple and Adrian’s mind blanks as he comes shooting cum all over you and his own belly.
However, your knee continues rubbing his dick that stands back up as if it hadn’t just…”Good job husband,” your voice sounds distant. “Ummph,” oversensitivity wrecks Adrian’s body but he cannot bring himself to pull away from your onslaught.
He obediently opens his mouth to welcome your fingers that taste of himself. He rolls his tongue sucking your fingers taking in his own cum. It doesn’t last long before your fingers pop from his mouth and Adrian whines at the emptiness.
He is too far gone to notice a slight shuffle as you pluck a small clear bottle from the nightstand. But he feels it when your fingers circle his rim. His mouth falls open when the first tip breaches open his entrance.
Working his muscles you take your time. He feels the lube running down his hole. Trickling in as you work him open. From one to two, your fingers scissor him open. And Adrian finds himself meeting the rhythm of your fingers. “Haah, y/n,” he calls for you and you reply with an endearing kiss on his lips as your fingers keep him open.
“Patience consort,” and then he feels it. The tip of your strap on entering him. Cold compared to the rest of your body. “Please,” Adrian widens his legs as you enter him inch by inch until he feels too full. Wrapping his arms around your neck and his legs around your torso Adrian rocks back into you as you ram into him.
The pressure of his own movements leaving a sweet pressure on your cunt. Sweat, lube, cum all cover you both as you drive the dildo into Adrian’s hole. Moans, groans, and pants fill the room.
Adrian’s dick quivers with pleasure as it stays trapped between the both of you. Each movement rubbing it towards another orgasm. You kiss Adrian as pleasure builds inside you from the friction of the strap-on and Adrian’s hurried movements.
The tip of the dildo hits his prostate as Adrian comes with you. Both your juices mingle on the wedding bed. “Told you consummation was the easier part,” your words earn you a swat from your consort.
Maybe some need love to live, but for Adrian being the bane of your existence is enough.
Request: My obsession towards Alucard came back. Can i request the first time fem!dom reader and him have sex? I imagine that sex would be all about him, praising him, making him feel good, safe and comfortable in her arms due to his trauma. Aaa i want to make my baby boy feel good and and and---
Summary: Adrian does not flinch when your hand cups his face, nor does he resist when you lift his face. It is then that he allows himself to look “Well too late for that, I think I lost whatever sanity I had when you left,”
Warning: AFAB Adrian, dom reader, vaginal fingering and sex. Minors DNI.
AN: okay bros and hoes this is first time I have written actual intercourse. Hope you like it. Thanks for requesting.
“What makes you think you can make a choice for both of us?” Adrian does not find the strength to move from his spot from where your gaze pins him. The room remains quiet leave for the slight shuffle of papers you move around. Adrian fails to find words to answer your question.
Slamming your hand in frustration you stand up from your desk. Your chair pushed back with more than the required force crashes into the wall. “Tell me Adrian, what made you think, you could leave without a word, without a single mention, not a word of your well-being,” With every word you step closer. “Vanishing into thin air, making me lose my mind worrying about you,” you are close now. Adrian still unable to look into your eyes, evades your gaze by looking at the floor.
For once the dhampir feels more prey than predator. Adrian does not flinch when your hand cups his face, nor does he resist when you lift his face. It is then that he allows himself to look “Well too late for that, I think I lost whatever sanity I had when you left,” your dilated pupils stare back at him. There is no sign of the familiar brown he remembered.
“You took it all with you,” you whisper as you close in and Adrian bumps into the wall behind him. Even with your eyes tinged red and your hair, which you meticulously looked after in the past, now in disarray, Adrian’s heart skips a beat.
"You took it all with you," you repeat, your voice filled with a mixture of longing and accusation. The weight of your words hits him hard, and he finds himself pressed against the wall, unable to escape your penetrating gaze.
A momentary softness that he enjoys as you lean in. Your hand that holds his chin travels the path of his cheek to his hair where your fingers run through his hair. Your scent floods his senses. Too long. Your breath on the column of his neck settles like the sand on the seabed. Your lips hair’s width away from where they should be.
Adrian closes his eyes and waits for whatever punishment awaits him. He would bear it all if it gave him your forgiveness. But it never comes. Your touch, the warmth of your breath, your scent all leave him.
Opening his eyes he finds you withdrawn. Away from the previous closeness. The skin of his neck tingles in anticipation, waiting for your lips. Your rejection pinches his heart. A small moment that leaves him gasping. “You are free to go,” he does not register the words you speak with your back to him. Leave…no you’ve just met. How could…Adrian cannot fathom doing that again.
“I have made sure of your safety and that is all I need,” you continue and it is then that Adrian notices the tenseness of your shoulders and the slight tremor of your voice. A strong front for him. A choice given at your own cost.
A love given so freely that it expects nothing in return. A love that keeps you looking for him for months on end but it is the same love that allows you to back down at the expense of your own happiness. So selfless in its existence.
Accompanied by guilt, self-blame, a sense of fondness fills Adrian’s heart. He had been so wrong. Every construct of his mind that sprung from his past trauma lay useless in front of you. How did he ever think of you as those who betrayed him long ago? How had shadows of his mind not seen what you truly were? All those months how did he not discern the truth?
“Forgive me,” Adrian is surprised when his voice comes out firm, unlike the turmoil of his mind. Reaching for your hand Adrian steps forward to face you. Your balled fist unraveling in his hands. So…cold. Long ago you told him about getting cold fingertips when nervous. You look back at him. So, resilient yet, so fragile at the same time.
Taking your hand Adrian rests it on his cheek. “My fears and my doubts led me to take this step. I did not mean it to hurt you and yet, I have. I have hurt you so much.” Adrian puts all his sincerity as he holds onto your hand. “I wanted to keep you away from the darkness that follows me everywhere I go but in doing so I wronged you.”
Even in your state, you shake your head in denial. Adrian’s heart flutters your thumb caresses the skin of his cheek. A motion efficient enough to unwind him from the long months of running away from your comfort. You give it so freely that it is easy to feel unworthy of it. “Are you sure?” your voice is quiet and full of caution.
Adrian does not reply and merely closes his eyes as he kisses your lips. A kiss that is full of uncertainty and caution that grows stronger that your hands bring him closer. Your arms wrap around him Adrian feels his feet buckle in relief. Adrian feels your shoulders lose their rigidity as his arms circle them.
Your movements are rough and impatient and Adrian cannot find in himself to complain. He complies as you push yourself into him. Desperation fills you both as if the world had been lit on fire.
Your arm snakes around his waist, pulling him closer as your tongue pries open his lips. A request he happily acquiesces to, allowing you to claim what remains yours. Funny how the love that cannot be won with all the powers in the world comes just with the ability to let it go.
Maybe that is why even the teasing nips of your teeth on his lips are pleasurable. It is brimming with love no matter how he sees it. So, Adrian lets himself fall. Let all the worries and burdens go away as you hold him so close.
The kiss is cut short and Adrian whines. The emptiness seems unbearable after so long. He tries to reach for you, his eyes clouded by his own tears at the loss. ‘Sorry,’ he aches to plead. He wants to make it right so bad. Beg you and reassure you. Anxiety floods his mind as scenarios of your rejection plague him. The peaceful trance from moments ago is now disrupted.
“I am here beloved,” your voice reaches him and so does your touch. “Right here,” you speak as he feels his own hand in yours. And then he feels the beat of your heart under his palm that you guide to your chest.
“Right here,” your voice rings closer as your forehead rests on his. “I got you, love,” you reply to his whimper as you gently kiss his unfocused eyes, his cheeks, his lips. Adrian’s hands remain feeling your heartbeat as your fingers free him of his shirt.
He is too far gone to notice how you appreciatively take his appearance in. Even feel the shift from the cold wall to the warmer wood of your desk next to the fireplace. Your hands guide him, to where, he does not know, he merely remains in your embrace.
And then your lips finally kiss where you had earlier stopped. The place on his neck that had been ever since craving for your touch. Warmth pools in Adrian’s stomach as you kiss the spot and suck on it taking all your time. Your hands alternate between rubbing his exposed back and running fingers through his hair.
“Adrian,” you call his name reassuring him of your presence. You feared all this was too quick, both of you were too riled up but Adrian…he seemed so vulnerable, so soft in the moment. Making him comfortable on your desk, the only piece of surviving furniture in the dingy inn you rented. Had you known, you would have prepared better. Cushions, blankets, or maybe even something to eat but things had to wait. You would not deny your lover of any comfort.
The passion that burned you for months now simmered into pure affection. You run your hands all over his exposed skin, cementing his presence, differentiating the moment from countless visions that haunted you.
Standing between Adrian’s legs, you crouch lower, and Adrian’s fingers grip your hair. His grasp barely holding on as completely undress him from the layers that separate you both. “Oh look at you love. So eager for me,” you chuckle and Adrian’s knees tighten around your shoulder. “Look at you, Adrian so wet just from kissing,” your fingers glide over his exposed folds. Barely touching but the tremor that runs through your lover is enough proof of his sensitivity.
“Did you truly think anyone else could make you feel this good?” Your question is answered by a moan followed by Adrian’s nails scratching the top of your shoulders. Standing back up you catching his mouth back in a kiss as your fingers are enveloped by his warmth. Tight and pulsating as you scissor him open.
Adrian grinds back with his movements eager and urgent. “Mmmh,” is all he can summon at the annoyance of finding your shirt still on. His frustration lost in the daze of pleasure. His hips buck into your fingers trying to create more friction even as you increase the number of fingers opening him open. “Please ahh…need…more ahh,” a disappointed whine leaves his mouth as your fingers leave him open and empty. Exposed to cold.
However, his moans are muffled as your fingers fill his mouth. “Look what I do to you and look what you did to me,” you pull his hair back as Adrian continues sucking on your fingers. Uncaring of the drool that leaves his mouth making a mess of both of you. His fangs glide your fingers making you arch into him.
And then you press into him, enjoying the tightness that welcomes you. You grind into the spots that you remember pleasuring him in the past. Your movements are frantic after a long time of your separation.
In a rushed rhythm, you continue your game of push and pull. The table creaks with your force but you pay no mind to it. Your arm circles Adrian’s back holding him close. Adrian’s nails dig into your back as his moans fill the room and you do not doubt that the entire corridor rings with your noises.
Lost in the trance of building pleasure Adrian falls back on the desk as you continue drilling into him. Driving him into the haze of everything yet, nothing.
You lean in kissing the evident marks on Adrian’s neck. Reveling in your claim on him and your rock you both into another orgasm. Both your climaxes build together as you hold him close despite the sweat that lines your bodies.
