Since Dracula is a vampire basically dead he’s cold, and Lisa was human making her warm, that Alucard being a mix of the two is anemic and despite being warmer than a vampire, he’s colder than a human and likes to wrap up in his cape cause it’s cozy.
But this also means that when it comes to you he naturally gravitates to you.
When sleeping in bed you two could start off on your own sides, but you’ll always wake up to him curled around you and legs tangled with yours.
But on the flip side, he gets a laugh watching you jump when he surprises you with a cold hand under your shirt.
Or you crying out he’s “too damn cold! Heat thief!”
It brings him such joy to hear it ringing throughout your shared home.
you’re his warmth, his blanket, his warm home to come back to.
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Though he does love making you tremble as his cold hands slide down your sides, holding your heated skin.
Or enjoying having you in his lap, your back against his chest and your legs spread, just for him to slowly bring a hand down and make you jolt, gasping from the cold touch of his hand on your sex.
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My inmate
Wriothesley x male reader.
Cw : inmate reader, office fucking, reader is called pretty boy and good boy.
🔞Minors do not interact! Adult situations stay adult situations.🔞
A commissions from a friend.
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You’re an odd inmate, one Wriothesley keeps his eyes on. Most would assume it’s because you’re an escape artist, though they’d only be half right. You love the thrill of breaking into places you don’t belong, but it’s never to truly get out of the fortress of Meropide.
Your antics have Wriothesley enamored, you always break into his office just to visit him, and it’s given him many laughs at seeing you at his desk waving at him.
But he can’t deny the risk.
And how much he loves it, like he does you.
“C’mon pretty boy, that’s it. Fuck, doing so good for me.”
You whine, feeling his hot breath fan across your neck before he litters your bare skin with kisses.
“Mm…W-Wriothesley it’s so much.”
Your back is against his chest, your legs spread being kept open with his, leaving your needy cock on his display for anyone who’d walk into his office.
He made sure to lock the door, however, you’re for his eyes only.
His dick throbs at your whines.
“My poor little inmate. Don’t worry, I know you can take it.”
His dick is only halfway inside you, and from your other encounters with him, you know you still have so much to go.
“Shhh there we go, almost in, handsome.”
He slides a calloused hand up your stomach and to your pecs, thumb rubbing across your nipples. Wriothesley chuckles at your jerky reaction, watching your body twitch against his gentle touches, while his cock carefully slides into your ass.
He bites his bite, breathing out heavily before tossing his head back against his chair.
“Shit!…fuckin’ hell, you feel so good. Relax, you’re squeezing me so tightly.”
“M’sorry! Just, feels good, so deep.”
You lean your head back against his shoulder, trying to take deep breaths and relax for him. Wriothesley leans forward, kissing your cheek and nuzzling against your neck. His free hand stroking your inner thigh until he can move again.
“Can you go faster? Please?” You plead breathlessly, but he’s happy to oblige.
“Want more, baby boy?” You can feel his sharp grin on your neck.
“Who am I to deny such a good boy, asking so politely.”
You choke on the air, feeling your breath being punched from your lungs from him pushing his cock inside you. Wriothesley always fills you up so well, making you feel so full.
“Move..! Please please Wrio move!”
His rough and calloused hands move to your hips, lifting you halfway off his cock before swiftly pulling you back down. You arch your back, tossing your head back against his shoulder as you cry out. Your hands gripping his, clawing at them for something to hold onto you.
Wriothesley bites his lip groaning at how your ass squeezes around him so nicely, like you want him to cum.
Your squeals echo in his office. Your drool slides down your chin as he fucks you, slamming deeper and deeper inside you, before your shriek, your body tensing only to fall limp.
“Oh? My pretty boy liked that?” He moans in your ear, nipping at your neck.
You try to grind back in time with each rut of his hips but his movements are too quick, using you like a well-loved toy. Your cock smacks against your stomach with his feverish thrusts, getting your pre everywhere.
“M-m’close! Gonna cum!”
The tip of his cock hits your prostate, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You practically shriek, feeling one of his hands grab your dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Too much! Oh fuck—!!”
“Give it to me, c’mon make a mess on me.”
Your cock is twitching in his hand, while you can feel his throbbing inside you.
With one final thrust you break, wailing as your cum coats his desk, thighs, and stomach. Your tear-filled eyes roll back at feeling his thick hot cum painting your insides white.
“I love that face when you cum. You’re addicting.”
You pant, laying limp against the large man, but can’t stop the airy chuckle that leaves you as he kisses your neck and cheek.
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing….archons above that was so good.”
You can feel him puffing with pride.
With light shuffling you blink, seeing his coat being placed over your bare body.
“Wait, wait it’ll get dirty.” You panic, but he brushes your worries away.
“It’ll be an easy clean, I wanna keep you here a little longer before cleaning you up.”
He wants you to keep his cock warm while he lavishes you in kisses.
“You did so good, such a good boy for me. I love you.”
You snuggle against him, holding his coat tightly around you in the comfort of his arms.
“Love you too, handsome.”
He knows you two can’t stay like this for long with his work, but he’s going to take every chance he gets to keep you like this.
He doesn’t want you to leave just yet.
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