an au where Alfred managed to escape out of desperation and begs the redfields to take him right by the plane. Maybe he got a bit of therapy for his obsession about his sister(hes not over it but therapy does help him just vent) and Claire's natural empathy made it easy for him to get over that tough obstacle of feeling hated and all. I think Claire knew his upbringing really fucked him badly.
But present day, he loves dresses and putting on make up and long wigs for fun and to express himself and going to clubs with Claire- though he's still getting used to how.. different things are. I honestly never knew where to take this au bc this art I purposely added undertones of maybe them messing together (arm on her leg) but idk xD
idk if i uploaded it here but someone asked about it to i reuploaded!
Another smut from my fanfic that will take forever to post
Minors do not interact please 🙏
Dracula x reader
Warning: Pnv, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, female reader, submissive reader?, biting, drinking blood, small aftercare at the end.
Those who sat around Dracula could feel his possessive gaze on you, exuding an aura of danger. They didn't know if the anger was directed at them or at you. But his aura could certainly be felt from afar.
You didn't do a bourslesque show, which could made Dracula end up destroying the couch and consider kidnapping you from the stage.
Oh but you looked so sexy. Eternal even singing that lovely song. When you smiled at him, he felt his throat close, wanting nothing more than to join you on stage.
But there was no openings for him, you were the star of the show.
At the end of the night you drank more champagne, enjoying the frizzy taste. You went to say your goodbye to the king, but he, as a gentleman, and your friend, decided to accompany you home.
Walking you to your house, seeing how you walked bouncing through the light rain without worrying about getting wet and shaking the older man's hand. He was relieved that you accepted his company not wanting to let your vulnerable side exposed for the rest of those hungry wolfs at the club.
Dracula contemplated the cloudy night listening to you hum a song
Im singing in the rain 🎵 "
What a glorious feeling ...
Hum umm huh huh hum
He hated how your silliness affected him.
"Thank you for walking me home your majesty! The night was fun, you should go out more often." You were saying goodbye to the oldest tho he hadn't let go of your hand. Trapped in thought, wrestling with himself, wondering whether or not he should do this.
That feeling that he cautiously caged inside. Those shameful thoughts. And lonely longings of a grieving heart.
"Y/n... I... think... I like you." Dracula said, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he revealed his feelings. Feeling naked before you.
"Haha haha Awww how cute! This is the first time you've told me that. My friendship efforts would bear fruit I knew that deep down inside you had a little heart" you couldn’t help but laugh, so out of character of him express his feelings specially towards you, a human girl, a daring woman that “corrupted” his son. ( you taught baby Alucard compassion)
"..." Dracula just squeezed your hand and looked at you like a puppy abandoned in the rain. And he moved closer to you "Y/n I like you a lot." Dracula tenderly brought his hand to your cheek.
"Ha... Wait- are you serious? like more than a friend?" Your heart dropped
"A thousand times more than a friend or student." The silence of the night allowed you to hear your fast heartbeat. How you felt your cheeks heat up
As the rain fell, drenching both of you, the clouds hid the moon, you looked into each other's eyes and slowly got closer.
Dracula slid his hand from her ribs to her waist, bringing her closer, close enough for their chests to touch and they felt each other's breath, and they both slowly got closer until they pressed their lips together.
The kiss had a strong taste of herbs and dry red wine, almost metallic.
The kiss was sweet, uncertain and curious. It started small to shy and progressed until they were both searching each other passionately, unbothered by the rain that was getting thicker by the moment.
You broke apart, panting, as you felt drops of water running down your skin.
"What are we?" You asked breathless
"Friends definitely don't kiss each other like that." Dracula pulled you into another kiss, a safer, more confident kiss.
Your heart racing as your bodies sought each other more fervently. The vampire picked you up and carried you without difficulty to your room, up the stairs of the inn to your room. They were both soaked leaving a trail of rain across the floor. Dracula kicked the door to your room, which he opened quickly and closed with his heel.
He laid you on the bed, placing light kisses on your face, tickling lightly with his mustache. The vampire's hands went up to the collar of his shirt, they had an atypical lightness, taking off his wet blouse and undoing the belt of his pants. Leaving you in just panties and bra.
That man's predatory gaze appeared, seeing your body, there was no denial, he was mesmerized, looking at your imprisoned breasts.
You wasted no time, pulling the vampire back into the kiss, pulling him by the neck.
You could hear a continuous sound, coming from the someone, resembling a purr.
"How adorable Drac! I didn't know you could purr." He stopped, like a child caught in a cat's jump, before relaxing his body and giving in even more. "And you'll find out more about what I can do. If you're willing?" He placed their foreheads together, looking into her soul. "Do you want to move on (name)?"
A lump formed in your throat, not expecting that question. You were even shy to respond, nodding, as your tongue froze.
"Use your words, dear. Tell me how much you want my touch." Your body vibrated, you couldn't identify if it was from the cold or the heat of your belly. "Don't tell me I finally caught the cat’s tongue." He gave an even more dangerous smile than the one Astarion sent your way.
You snapped out of your trance "I prefer to use actions rather than words dear." You touched the volume between the vampire's legs
"Hmmm." Dracula ran the tips of his nails down your exposed back, causing goosebumps before unbuttoning the lock of the bra, throwing them on the corner of the room. "Aren't you a naughty one? But I won't touch you until I heard you said it, I want your full consent. For what I'm about to do will forever change our relationship."
It was strange. This whole development has happened before, so why did you feel butterflies in your stomach?
"I want you. I want this." You whispered in the vampire's ear
Your hands unbuttoned the dark-haired man's shirt, which revealed a carefully sculpted chest, the top garment falling, and the pants following shortly after.
Dracula's member was thick and long and with a low bush of hair followed by a happy trail.
Before entering into the main act of the night, Dracula didn't just want a simple night of pleasure, this was special.
Dracula gently slid his hand all over your body, feeling and appreciating you from head to toe. You felt a firm, cold and heavy hand squeeze your breasts while a tongue wet your neck making you let out a ticklish moan.
"Don't hold back your voice dear. I want to hear all your sounds until the end of the night"
Dracula held your hands above your head, leaving your neck exposed to his fangs.
Your neck and chest were attacked by a thirsty mouth, you felt Dracula's fangs passing dangerously close to your jugular.
"Allow me?" Do you trust the vampire enough to offer your neck? Do you trust that it won't transform you? A shot in the dark in this moment
You nodded.
Dracula licked your shoulder, giving you goosebumps, before piercing your skin and sucking your blood. You could feel his body getting hot and limp, and his mind hazy. Your blood also made Dracula even harder, tasting that delicacy, his mind closing in a curtain of pleasure.
You tried to get out from under the brunette, but he blocked your hips with his thighs and applied more force to your arms.
Stopping drinking blood, he licked the wound, like a dog.
"Not so fast. You're too hurried , you're not even ready to receive me. Let me prepare you."
Drac let go of her wrists and bent down for well, you know 👅👅😺
Dracula slid his tongue out and teased your hole, sliding up and down your folds before moving up, closing his mouth around your clit and ran his tongue along the bundle of nerves. The sudden attention made you tremble even more with pleasure, your body feeling a current of shock run through it and your hips rotating, seeking more stimulation.
He wanted to see how much you could take, so he began to suck slowly, drawing delicious moans. Soon his pace began to accelerate, sucking harder. You spat out muffled curses, covering your face with one of your arms, feeling the blood rush to your head.
"You taste really sweet." The pussy was like new. Pussy tight ! pussy clean! pussy fresh!
Before you could come, he slowed down. His tongue now slowly circled the clit, teasing gently, giving you enough pleasure to torture you but not push you over the edge. You let out a small cry of frustration as your back arched, desperate for a release.
Taking advantage of your restlessness, he snaked one of his arms around your thigh, pulling you up, pressing his face deeper, until your legs were wide apart, resting on his shoulder.
He pressed down feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around his tongue, tasting another one of those lovely nectars that women produce. He moved his finger experimentally, pulling it out and pushing it back in, making you squirm as he slowly stretched you.
"ah! Drac! Faster!"
"Magic word?"
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"P-please, sir."
"Good girl."
Dracula pressed another finger into her, filling you even more and feeling her walls suffocate his fingers. Meanwhile, your was body on fire and skin tingling, yet everything was perfect. He was perfect.
Vlad was doing perfect, sucking and preparing you at a perfect pace. The orgasm started in the pit of your stomach and blossomed outward, clenching every muscle in your body as heat spread through you. legs shook as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, enjoying your squirming
Dracula removed his wet fingers, admiring his work "Now you are ready to receive me." He licked his fingers clean, looking down at you.
This man would be insatiable. You concluded silently.
He closed the gap between both bodies, burying himself in your hot, wet pussy, going all the way in smoothly. You groaned, finally feeling the inner emptiness being generously filled. Drac grabbed your shoulders, slipping his arms around your neck to pull you close.
He kissed your collarbone, tasting your sweat on your skin, feeling your pulse beneath your flesh. Your heart was beating like a drum, meaning he was doing a good job, his chest filled with pride knowing that he was the one giving him this pleasure, his heart then beat excitedly, the electrifying euphoria coursing through his body .
Dracula looked at yours expression, with some tears of pleasure, and mouth open, panting. The exact expression that intoxicated his dreams. One that he kept locked out of shame for his filthy thoughts, but now he had the pleasure of seeing it in person.
Legs wrapped around his waist, breasts bouncing, and that expression of ecstasy. His expression probably wasn't much different, He hadn't felt intimacy like this in so long, when was the last time he had held a woman so fervently? He was lost in ecstasy in her smell, her touch, her taste and muscles. They were so soft and at the same time hard under his hands, her muscular flesh, her pussy like warm velvet wrapped so tightly around him.
Your body was shaking, the carefully and paced movements with his hips weren't enough, Dracula was torturing you with this rhythm. Those pink eyes were twinkling with sadistic pleasure, but two can play. You slid your arms under your daddy's shoulders, letting out several moans in his ear, before biting his ear.
Vlad let out a hoarse moan, feeling goosebumps run through his cold body, he raised his head and looked into your eyes. Your expression was one of lust, although the sparkle in your eyes was an emotion that no one dared to look at him, care. His eyes darkened, it was impossible to feel more desire than now, the brunette pressed his lips to yours in a frantic kiss, rocking his body inside you in long, desperate movements.
Finally the pleasure arrived, you could feel each vein of the member pulsing inside you, crushed against the walls of your uterus.
The pleasure that grew was intense, viceral, it could almost burn him from the inside. He coveted that feeling. No one had made him feel this way in decades, since Lisa passing, maybe centuries, he’d never met a crazy lad like you before. How long has it been since he unwind? How much self-control and restraint? How stressed this war made him? You were taking him so well, the perfect toy for reliving stress.
His balls contracted, an intense pressure building in the pit of his stomach that sent shivers down his spine. He was so close, so close to release, so close to losing himself in this woman. You felt a excruciating hug caging you as his thrusts became so desperate and sporadic.
You pulled your lips away from his and let out a moan so filthy and low, warm breath hit his ear and he heard her. That velvety, pleading voice... so he doesn't stop. How can he deny you if you ask like that?
Years of pent up lust and frustration released all at once came crashing inside you, his cock throbbing with load after load of hot semen inside your spasming walls. When he came, he felt her legs tighten around his waist as he came, your orgasm adding intensity to his. He didn't want to stop. Your walls milking him So heavenly, he beloved that was the closest he would get there.
He pulled out a little, letting the liquid drip out. Both of you were panting, the electrifying current still pulsing. Resting your legs on his shoulder, you looked at his disheveled hair, always so neat, now stick on his forehead and neck.
“Drac-“ bending you over. He pushed back in, his body hypersensitive after cumming, cried out in pleasure.
Once again the rhythm of a samba drum returned, this time much wetter, the air in the room was warm from this activity, the rain outside muffled your moans, while Drac held your leg, using it for support, then buried himself deeply, to discharge more cum, rutting into that mess he made inside.
You moaned in shock and the extra sensitivity. You couldn't believe how much there was. Cum dripping from your pussy, staining the mattress. He didn't want to stop filling her again and again.
“Isn’t Thai what you wanted lad?” He whispered with that horsen voice “now you have all my undivided attention.” He trusted harder as he pronauced each phrase
“Drac” you whined feeling your strength leaving you
“So lovely. You’re just perfect. Taking me so well. How long have you thought about me filling you like this honey?”
“Drac!” You dragged your hands on his back
“Yes! Scratch me. Bite me. Moan for me love.” He held your cheeks as he kissed you in a final moment, reaching his own limit
He collapsed on top of you, breathing deeply and enjoying your touch. In his arms he realized he wouldn't let you go. You completed his broken existence. You had to stay with him. You needed to stay. How long has it been since he felt alive?
You breathed in for a minute trying to assimilate what happened. One of the most fulfilling sex you've ever had, you lost track of time, after a long time you were on the bottom of a relationship.
Drac turned around and put you on top of him after a few minutes of recovering. He guided his hips against your pelvis.
"Look into my eyes." Dracula commanded you to look into his eyes as you shared each other.
Dracula had a kinky, corruption fetish, he was euphoric seeing your expression when penetrated,that look of lust and surprise mixed with shame.
You let out weak moans as your bodies met.
"I can't do it anymore! Everything is shaking!" It’s was a mess your sex, his member making space spelling and pushing deeper his cum
"Do it honey, just a little longer! You're doing excellent!" Yours hip was left with marks from the brunette's claws. Dracula's chest was not intact either, looking like a crime scene.
Oh but he loved when you squished his pecs. Flustered, unable to control the pacing. Next time he’ll let you control the pace, use him to impale yourself.
You felt your eyes widen and your body fell forward as you felt him penetrating your cérvix.
“Ohh. Looks like I found it.”
You died in bed. Dracula laid there for a while, catching his breath, with you to laid on his chest.
You put your face on his shoulder, already making your way to the crib.
Dracula was stroking your hair and smelling you.
"I think someone needs a shower."
"Naaum! I'm tired, tomorrow I'll take. Let me sleep, you annoying parasite"
"Can you sleep with all your sweat and this coming off you?" Dracula pointed to the middle of your legs that was dripping with liquid.
"You know, I've slept with a gunshot wound to the rib and bleeding out."
Sigh. "Come, I'll carry you." You were taken like a plincesa to the bathroom
Dracula prepared the bathtub for you.
"What it was?"
"Nothing."
“You got something on your scheming mind. Tell me”
"I know. You're looking at me like a dog.?"
"Dog face? What's that face?"
"That face right there. Those low ears, those droopy eyes." You imitated the dog face for him studying his air cheeks
"Ahahahaha. I look like that, do I?" Dracula hugged you from behind.
"Yes. What are you thinking huh?"
"I was thinking about how I managed to be with someone like you."
"Fufuf kinda late to regret it. I already took your body muhahaha. You're mine now." You let out Machiavellian laughs as you squeezed the sides of the king's face.
"None. I don't regret falling into that fearsome dragon's lair. She's actually quite cute." Drac said, looking at you with eyes so gentle and full of tenderness that you blushed and turned around, sinking deeper into the bathtub. Which made him laugh.
"Am I yours now? Isn't it the other way around? Since I'm the one who captured the dragon?" Dracula pressed you against his chest, kissing your shoulder
"You may have entered the dragon's nest but- you turned around- don't forget that it has sharp claws and teeth, made to devour you whole."- you pulled the brunette by the neck and gave the Vampire a hickey, pulling his hair of the same forcing him to look up and making a humm in his throat.
"How cruel. I thought the dragon lady was docile and silly."
"She is docile when offered offerings. What do you have to offer?"
"All I can offer the dragon lady is my body and soul."
"Then I'll take both."
"How greedy! What will be left for me if you take both?"
One last request. I can make your wish come true."
"Hmm. Then I want the dragon lady to give me her heart."
"Aren't you asking too high, mortal?"
"I wish for a trade." Drac took her hands and kissed the back of them "an exchange of heart."
"Damn you, what makes you think I would give my heart to you? What makes you worthy of such glory."
"I fell in love with the dragon. I am in love with your beauty and intellect, they are as precise as a painitis, as magnificent as the garden of Eden. I would trade my kingdom to be able to spend a night with you, so I could tell the demons that I was in the heavens without never having set foot there."
"Damn you and your lip service for Shakespearean romance!" You pushed your lover's face
"Miss Dragon would not be interested in this exchange."
"My heart for yours. A dragon for a dark being. The exchange seems irrational. Denied!"
"Then... I'll steal it." Drac pulled you into a fit of kisses and tickles.
"BURGLAR!" You applied foam to his mustache. "You won't steal my heart. It is pure and valuable."
"We both know your heart is greedy and relentless."
"Do you think you can satisfy him?"
"I'll do my best." Dracula sealed his lips on yours
After a long bath, you finally got the rest you wanted. Blacked out in bed. The king was at peace and your mind was racing, going over what had just happened. The seduction plan ended up happening by divine will.
