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.
Adrian with a pussy who's so cocky about it. You mention going down on him and he's all confident, parting his legs and spreading the folds of his pussy with two fingers, telling you to do your worst.
He quickly regrets those words when 3 orgasms later he's trembling against you, struggling to fight out of your grip as you keep him pulled tight against your face, tongue dragging another orgasm from him that has his whole body almost folding over you where you sit inbetween his thighs.
His confidence falters at the grin you give him as you get on your knees, but he tilts his hips and spreads the folds of his pussy with his fingers. Adrian’s legs quiver when you drag the flat of your tongue over his cunt, the vibrations of your hungry groan as you taste his wetness make him twitch. Your hands grip his thighs, your fingers digging into his pale flesh to keep him still for your mouth. He’s a goner the moment you latch onto his clit, wrapping your lips around it and sucking hard.
Adrian’s moans and whimpers are loud, filling the room. He threads his fingers in your hair for support, his eyes fluttering shut as he fails to keep himself quiet. He tries to pull you off him, but you continue eating his cunt like it’s the first meal you’ve had in weeks. He’s so wet, gushing into your mouth, and you noisily slurp it all up without wasting a single drop. Tears sting Adrian’s eyes when your fingers push into him, curling and spreading as you kiss his sticky clit.
You pull your face away, glistening with his juices, and raise an eyebrow. “Are you going to say it?” You ask over the wet squelching of your fingers fucking into his pussy.
Adrian knows what you mean— that special word that will make you stop whatever you’re doing. But he shakes his head, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, and hiccups out a pathetic “please.”
Hope this isn't too explicit, but as an expert on the matter (lmao) If I may add my two pennies to the domming for Alucard discussion. Being gentle and reassuring is a must. He needs to feel safe and comfortable, and if it takes showering him with praise, then dammit we're about to grow a faucet.
But also what is the Point if you don't turn him into a babbling, blithering mess underneath you. If you don't tease him stupid and make him writhe and beg for your touch. If you don't cut your palm open and let him lick blood off your fingers. He should feel like a mindless fool for at least a full minute after you're done with him and I Rest my Case.
ThAT IS IT
THAT TRULY IS IT
Case closed, your honour.
Whether he’s domming you or you’re domming him, somebody will be writhing and begging, reduced to a mindless state of utter bliss. A lot of edging, teasing, overstimulation. Otherwise, that just ain’t it.
If it isn’t animals humping in the undergrowth (👀), it’s tender and loving. No in-between. That’s the dynamic.
Especially in the beginning or exploratory period, Lulu needs reassurance to feel safe enough to be so vulnerable. He needs to be peppered with kisses, showered with affection and tenderness. Melt him into a pile of goo with your hands and mouth before trying anything. Everything needs to be consensual, agreed upon.
So I was going back through old Crispin Freeman panels on YouTube and he... he just... he admits Alucard’s a sub on camera. If I can find the link, I’ll post it. I’m still in shock
Do you have any thoughts about werewolf!reader with Adrian?
I imagine at first he’s indifferent, (not so) jokingly calling you a mutt, but then you fuck him for the first time and all of a sudden you’re his mutt, basically drooling about how much bigger and stronger you get when you transform - all of this you easily pick up on, able to smell the arousal practically rolling off him
Yeah, he’s nothing but an annoying bastard at first. Adrian comes up with the most awful dog jokes and puns. One time he served you water in a bowl and set it down on the floor, whistling at you and patting his thighs with a mocking grin. He calls you all sorts of names— dog, mutt, hound, puppy, mongrel…
Of course, it all changes when you have him pinned under you for the first time, his face shoved into the pillows as your cock bullies its way inside him. The fat head jabs at his prostate, causing his toes to curl and his hands to fist the bedsheets helplessly as he cries out with every thrust. You latch onto his shoulder with suddenly sharp teeth as you spill inside him, and Adrian’s mouth drops open in a silent scream as he comes. He makes a breathy noise of confusion when you don’t stop, a frothy ring of cum forming around the base of your cock (why is it getting bigger—) as you continue drilling into his abused asshole. Adrian turns his face and, through tears of pleasure, manages to catch a glimpse of the rising full moon peeking through the curtains.
His behavior changes drastically after that. He’s much sweeter, undeniably smitten, and he’s the first to come to your defense when someone makes a dog joke or says a deprecating comment. Adrian eagerly offers his assistance during full moons, hard and leaking at the mere thought of being stretched around your knot and stuffed full of your cum. The transformation takes a lot of energy from you and leaves your senses rather sensitive, so Adrian spends the day after making sure you’re comfortable. He kisses you softly and keeps his voice low, curling up against your chest and tracing absentminded shapes on your warm skin with his fingers.
Warning: Minors do not interact. Please. (Pet play, collars, NSFW stuff in general)
AN: Prompted by a depraved friend of mine. P.S. writing smut after a long while spare me people of tumblr.
"Have you been good my darling mutt?" You purr cradling Adrian's chin in the palm of your hand. Your smirk languidly leaning back into your chair. Enjoying the beseeching look in your dearest’s eyes.
It had been hours perhaps. You could not remember, you were sure Adrian couldn’t either. It was all just a long blurr of waiting for him. Kneeling by your feet, his head bowed in submission that was hard to attain on most days. It had to be the week long of absence that your work had kept you from him. That must have broken the usual pride your beloved clutched so close to his heart.
Much to your delight your beloved leans his face into your palm, his bound hands twitching to be released. To touch, to be touched, to feel, to map each other’s body with tips of fingers, kiss of lips, licks of tongue. Adrian had been craving it since you walked in.
So taken by the idea that even mournful whimpers you were greeted with have left him at this point of your long night of this wicked game. His begging look almost breaks your resolve to drag this out more. So you let your hands wander in his locks. Threading your fingers through his Sun kissed hair as he hisses with delight inching closer, his face resting on your thigh. “Will you not answer me pet?” You ask him ignoring his warm breath next to your crotch. “Tell me have you a good boy in my absense?” Your thumb presses into his bottom lip as a sense of impatience tugs at your nerves.
Without a wait Adrian opens his mouth allowing your thumb to caress his tongue, leaving him further incapable of answering. Among your administrations of tracing his fangs Adrian resorts to a simple nod to answer your question. His hair tantalizingly brushes against your flexed thighs making your other hand grip his hair harder.
You resist the urge to pull him up and devour every last fragment of your beloved. To grant him more than the cold fabric of your pants, where he has draped his body to get closer to you. Yet, his flushed panting face stops you. Haste would spoil the fruit you both were to savor.
The sight of watching your beloved bloom with the flush of a rose after long winter. Watching his eyes loose focus, his sweet pleas, this mouth watering scent… who were you to stop your darling from unraveling so wonderfully.
It was boon granted after a long penance of earning his trust. Of Adrian going beyond his fears to allow himself to be this vulnerable with you.
Instead, your hands travel lower mapping the unmarred skin of his neck, hooking your fingers on the warm leather collar you pull his mouth closer to where you wanted it. The hitch in his breath a good enough sign until a soft moan accompanies it to make you grin wider.
You watch in fascination as his entire body tightens by a simple pull of your fingers. “Then I must test how much patience my beloved puppy learned in my absence.” You whisper although you doubt any of it reaches your beloved, who by now was soaking your pants with the wet kisses he trails down your thighs. Going as far as to tug the seams with his fangs.
You would have pulled him back were you not busy pulling him closer. Your hands intertwine themselves with his hair intending to pull him apart but all thoughts leave your mind as his kisses move closer to your groin.
Your thighs wrapping around his head as your arch back into a groan. One look at his reverent face and your will collapses no better than a house of cards.
“Fine ha,” you mutter between your gasps of pleasure. “Have it your way darling mutt.” Your eyes roll back when the man on his knees laps his wet tongue against you.
I'm down so bad for Adrian. Just thinking about the first time you fuck him, so slow and gentle, the way he practically melts into your touch when he realises you aren't going anywhere, leaving him like everyone else did
Oh, how he turns into putty under your hands when you reverently trail your fingertips down his torso and take a hold of his hips. His lips part with a small groan when you push inside him until you’re cradled between his thighs, buried to the hilt. He feels so full, so warm, so safe and loved. He feels—
You, you, you.
You smile down at him, and the flush on his face spreads to bathe his chest in a soft pink. “You’re so pretty, love. So good for me,” You coo, and he curls his fingers into the sheets as his legs tighten around your waist.
“Please,” Is the only thing Adrian can say, feeling like he’s burning under the unconcealed love in your gaze.
