Human Hero, cursed with regeneration powers, is enslaved to Vampire Villain's coven. Maybe Hero gave themselves up to protect the city. Maybe Hero woke up drained and bleeding in Villain's arms, betrayed by their team "for the good of the people." Maybe, just maybe, Hero hopes that with enough blood loss, they can finally die.
Vampy too eepy to work. Can't I just suck blood on stream or something? I'm sure women wanna watch others get drained and potentially mated. Aiming the camera at her face so the audience can see how she's feeling in real time and my pleased, blood covered smile. Think that'd be interesting to watch.
OK RANDOM SURPRISE. this contains supernatural elements and period blood drinking
As always. Not proofread. I go back later and fix!
MDNI!
Warnings: smut. Oral (female receiving) period blood. Fingering, somnophilia, supernatural, vampire!Jack Abbot, if blood isn’t your thing, this is not for you.
I’m not apologizing for this! I love vampires. And anything supernatural. And this popped in my brain randomly. And it was semi inspired by @thinkerer24
I don’t know the word count because I wrote it on my phone.
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There was a reason he worked night shift. It wasn’t just because he found solace in the darkness. He didn’t have a choice.
Jack stretches his arms above his head, letting his muscles release the tension from the previous night. He looks down at you and gently strokes some of your wild, sleep tousled hair out of your face. He leans down and kisses your forehead, careful not to wake you up.
He looks around the pitch black room and zeroes in on the clock across the room on the dresser. ‘6:15 pm’. He had work in 45 minutes and it was already dark out. He loves the winter. It gave him more time to be outside, more time to live an actual life.
He took in a deep breath as he stood up, continue his stretch throughout his body. He caught the scent just as the last bit of air entered his lungs. You were bleeding. You must have gotten it during your sleep.
The growl that starts brewing in his chest was feral. He was gonna be a little late for work. He picks up his phone from his bed side table and sent Robby a text ‘running behind brother…gotta eat before I come in. I’m fiendin’
There were three people in the whole world that knew: The person that did it, Robby, and you. He felt his phone buzz with a response from Robby, ‘Roger that. Don’t take too long’. He tosses the phone down and moves towards your side of the bed.
You let out a soft whimper in your sleep and roll over onto your back. Love blooms behind his eyes as he watches you. It’s almost like you feel him in your sleep. You can tell what he needs, even when you’re dreaming.
The discussion of somnophilia happened very shortly after your first sexual encounter together, especially considering Jack’s situation. Grazing off of you saved him from having to “borrow” from the hospitals supply. Sometimes you were asleep when he needed a fix and he would hate to wake you, just because he’s hungry.
He runs his finger tips up your exposed thigh, letting goosebumps form. He starts to add pressure against your inner thigh, causing the pulse in your femoral artery to echo through his ears.
He pushes your tshirt up and sees that you’ve already bled through your soft cotton lilac colored panties. His nose was dragging up the length of your lips over the fabric before he could stop himself. His hips jerking forward unintentionally.
He keeps his thumb on your pulse point, massaging it in circles to keep the blood flowing quickly. He growls, like an animal, and rips the crotch of your panties open with his other hand. He stares. He’s entranced. Your perfect, puffy, normally pink pussy is red. She’s covered in strong, healthy, iron rich, blood.
He takes a long deep breath through his nose and closes his eyes in an attempt to keep his composure. He lets the breath out slowly through his mouth. The hot air of his breath hits your exposed vulva and you start to gently roll your hips.
“Jackie boy” you purr, half asleep, and your fingers thread into his curls. “Take what you need, baby” you whisper through your dream state and sigh as you snuggle back down into the mattress.
He places his tongue flat against your pussy and runs it up the length of you slowly. He cleans off the initial layer of his nourishment and lets out a deep satisfied sigh. He uses his two thumbs to spread you open for him and starts to lap at you. You let out a sleepy giggle and squirm against him as he continues his strong, but short licks on your sweet center.
You always joke with him that his kitten licks were more like that of a lion cub, your sexy Simba. He even comes with the sharp teeth.
Your giggles start to turn into soft moans as his tongue circles around your clit, pushing your hood back to expose it to the cool air of your bedroom.
Your back arches slightly and he sucks it into his mouth. His left hand makes a cupping motion and he places it just under your hole, letting blood collect in the palm of his hand. You whimper at the loss of contact when he pulls away, but you whimper turns to a gasp when you hear slurping.
“Fuck…Simba baby are you drinking it?” You ask in soft pants. He raises his head and your eyes roll back into your head at the sight of him. Blood is smeared across the bottom of his face and his finger tips are covered. He slides the middle and ring finger of his right hand inside of you and starts rubbing against your gspot roughly and quickly. He gives a quick lick to his lips, removing some of the blood in his skin before dropping back down to bring your clit in his mouth.
You’re right there. He knows it. You’re becoming slicker by the second, blood pushing out past his fingers. You’re gripping his fingers like you’re holding on for dear life.
You feel the tops of his teeth stroke against your labia as they descend. He always waits until you cum, the blood is the sweetest when it’s filled with oxytocin and dopamine.
You let out a shriek as your orgasm hits. In less than a second, before your orgasm finishes, Jack’s teeth pierce your femoral artery. The moan that leaves his chest vibrates the bed. You cum again right after the first one. And again. And again, before he finishes.
He’s gulping and you’re sobbing. “Ok ok Jackie…ok” you say in a breathy moan. He immediately retracts his fangs from you and runs his tongue over the wound to heal it instantaneously. He presses a kiss to where his fangs just were and leans back up to nuzzle against your pussy.
“Fuck, you taste so good…ever since we started buying the 90% lean ground beef and high quality steaks, Jesus Christ…I can’t get enough of you.” He says before crawling back up to you and hovering face to face.
You lean up to let the tip of your tongue clean some blood off his lips before kissing him slowly. “You’re gonna be late, fangs” you say with a giggle. He chuckles against your chest after dropping his head and shaking it in mocking disbelief. “I already told Robby. There’s no way I woulda survived a shift without eating first…especially not after waking up to you bleeding” he says in a low voice placing kisses across your clavicle.
The clock reads “6:47 pm” and he finally stands up and heads to the en suite bathroom. He cleans his face and hands off and turns on the shower to get the rest of his blood of his arms and chest.
You walk in and undress slowly. You step in behind him in the shower and turn on the second side. Having one of those fancy two sided Kohler showers seemed like an unnecessary luxury, until times like this.
You soaped up your loofah to wash off the smears and streaks on your thighs and let the hot water soothe your tense muscles. You turn around and kiss across Jacks shoulders as he finishes his shower.
You step out of the shower, throw your wet hair up in a messy bun, grab a pair of plain black cotton panties, put your tampon in and a back up panty liner and crawl back in bed.
You’re fast asleep again by the time Jack leaves the bathroom fully dressed. He chuckles to himself and leans down, kissing your forehead softly one final time before he leaves. He grabs his backpack and heads towards the door to leave just as the clock reads “7:00 pm”
His phone buzzes in his pocket.
‘You better be on your way, Lestat’
He smirks at Robby’s text and types a quick reply, ‘Just walked out the door. Be there in 10’
Not sure if it needs much else. The pool of honey could be tinged with blood and needs a little blending (haha) work, but I might be ready to move on soon.
UNLESS I add a few magnolias in the corners. But I like the contrast of colors as is so eh…?
Mentions of: Reader cuts their finger, Alucard is eager to lick it away
Minors please do not interact! Reader is ofc 18+
Content
Reader is working at the Hellsing manor as a housekeeper
Story is set before the happenings of Hellsing - Still Spoilers ahead
Reader is gender neutral, no pronouns are used but "you"
Age, ethnicity, height, weight and any other physical attributes are never mentioned. You are free and encouraged to imagine yourself or an OC in this scenario.
Summary
Alucard is getting comfy in an almost domestic role
He starts to feel weird about you (Man is falling slowly in love, give him some time to grasp that)
He is his usual arrogant self but reader enjoys bantering with him
Index
Previous Chapter: Chapter 2 "In A Demons Embrace"
Next Chapter: Chapter 4 "Delicate Blossoms"
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Allie X · Cape God · Song · 2020
Gods. He did not believe in them. Not in any significant way other than they had forsaken him long ago. But when he looked at you like this he almost wanted to thank them.
Had he not died he would have never gotten to meet you. Unless the idea of rebirth was more than a joke fate had offered him - there would have been no chance you two would have met. But here he was. Sitting in the quaint servant kitchen of the manor with one leg crossed over the other.
He almost felt domestic. With how he watched you making dinner. It was not unusual for him toj just appear next to you when he felt like it. You had grown used to it. To the point where the whispers of the other servants did not affect you anymore.
For better or for worse you started to see Alucard as part of your day-to-day life. The vampire king appeared normal to you at this point in time. To such an extent that you had invited him to dinner. Well. Not really. Nothing you could ever prepare him could be consumed by him. Or rather, he could not taste it. So was his curse. Everything he once delighted in turned to ash in his mouth.
It mattered little to him if you were a good cook or sustained yourself off microwaved meals.
He appeared content with merely existing in the same space as you. It went so much deeper than that but he was more than alright with letting you believe this, for now. Alucard had barely paid attention to what exactly you were making. He just knew you were cutting something. His eyes were half lidded as he was more focused on your words. You were making comments about the Hellsing gardens.
They could use a few more flowers, you said, and he grinned at that. "Ah yes, the Hellsing manor needs more flowers… We ought to be careful to not damage them when cars and helicopters move out to defeat the evil of the world."' He mocked you, he often did. It was how he showed his affection.
Even Walter and Integra had to suffer amongst his way too big ego. You were no different. "Perhaps we should park the vehicles outside of the property so we have more space for your beloved flowers." What a dick. It made you scoff.
More importantly, it made you not pay as much attention as you should when holding a sharp knife in your hand. Alucard smelled it quicker than he saw it, though his body was moving no less quickly.
Suddenly he stood behind you, imposing and looming over your form. Blood dripped down your finger. The deep cut send pain to your brain and you dropped the knife onto the kitchen counter.
"You ought to be more careful.." A deep voice rumbled behind you. "That is all your fault! You distracted me." You grunted while looking around for the first aid kid. Never before had you needed to use it, thus the location was not marked in your brain just yet.
However, before you could step away a large hand cradled yours gentle. Alucard guided your hand upward. "What are you doing-" Your voice died out when you saw his expression. Predatory. Hungry. He was entirely focused on you, as if nothing else mattered.
A long tongue rolled out of his mouth. He never took his eyes off you as he moved slowly. Alucard was essentially giving you any chance to pull back. When you did not move away he dragged his tongue up your finger. Gathering up as much blood as he could a deep, rumbling noise left him. It almost sounded like a purr.
His eyes fluttered, almost like he had to resist rolling his head to the back of his head. You tasted sweet… like honeyed wine. He could get addicted to you. When you still did not resist he put your finger into his mouth and sucked softly.
His long tongue wrapped around your finger while he shuddered a little with delight. What a perfect incident. When he finally released your finger, he looked through half lidded eyes at you. "How wonderful you taste, little lamb." There was a pleased growl in the back of his throat while he spoke.
"Perhaps I should distract you more often." He squeezed your wrist, his fingers curled around your hand. The smirk on his face was more smug than usual.
Your cheeks were bright red and you stammered. "I-I think I really need to put a band aid on that now." Hopefully vampire saliva did not risk infection as a normal humans would.
"But of course…" Alucard reluctantly let go off you, his mouth practically salivating. He licked his lips before you could turn away. It was a dangerous thing, how much he liked your blood.
His teeth ached and his heart ached with need. Those few drops only increased his hunger. He must sink his teeth into you. Rather sooner than later. But he could wait. He was not a patient man. But for once in his life, he could wait.
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