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As I wallow in writers block, please read this masterpiece 🥹🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

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After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.

Parts:

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen

ao3

#best ghost fic ive read #literally art

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader (smut)

There wasn’t much said when he appears at your doorstep.

Only words exchanged are in the form of breathy moans and occasional grunts. His hands leave imprints along your thighs, pulling you against him so he can bury himself as deep as possible.

Your body burns against his, tightening around his cock as he rocks into you deep and hard.

His face remains partially covered, only pulled up enough to leave smoldering kisses and bites down the column of your throat. Marks that you’ll have to cover up in the morning. But tonight you relish in whatever he’ll give you.

“You close?” Simon’s voice growls in your ear, making you gasp.

Large form on top of you, forearms on either sides of your head. He cages you beneath him, always amazed at how well your body takes his huge cock.

His hand finds its way into your hair, giving a sharp tug to expose your neck to him.

“Shit! Nghh-“ Pain mixes with the pleasure from his hammering into your core, body losing control.

“Use your words, l-love…” The stammer in his voice shows he’s close.

“Yes- Yes!” Your legs wrap around his waist as his thrusts become more erratic.

Arms wrapping around his neck, you pull him closer to meet your lips. His mouth is almost gentle as he sucks on your lower lip.

The friction of his pelvis between your thighs and his cock deep in your guts, has you tumbling over the edge.

Your cries muffled by his desperate lips, you tighten around him as you come. He lets out a series of curses as he releases into you.

His head rests on your chest, and for a moment it feels almost domestic. Resting a hand on his head, you scratch his scalp throw the mask and he tenses.

But he stays. Until he’s gone.

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Boo Boo

Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: After a small fight, you two make up in the oddest of ways.

Sculpted by the gods. That’s the best way to describe the dhampir, Adrian Tepes.

He always scoffs when you say stuff like that. But the pink that dusts his pale cheeks is enough to keep the compliments flowing.

Love is a powerful word to describe your feelings for one another. Too powerful- it makes you a bit clammy thinking about it. Four letters but enough to break a person's entire being.

Adrian isn’t as in tune with his emotions as he may like to appear. Either pushing them away, or letting them devour him completely. No in between. Not the healthiest individual, but neither were you.

That’s what makes this all the more terrifying. Working to better yourselves, for each other. Wanting to be a healthier, more open minded person. Together- for each other.

It’s kind of romantic, wanting to change for the better.

Baby steps at first, beginning with drinking more water and eating healthier. Adrian constantly nags you for all the junk you eat, so you allow him to cook whatever he deems “proper cuisine”.

For Adrian, he’s working on relaxing. As bizarre as that sounds, trying to wrestle the man down for an afternoon nap is almost impossible. Now for a half hour a day, he has to either meditate or nap. No reading, or eating, or whatever mindless hobby he’s picked up. Just sitting there, alone with his thoughts.

This little self help duo you formed has been going well for the most part. Up until he showed up.

It wasn’t a big surprise when newcomers came to the little village Adrian founded. Most of them are stragglers, wandering from town to town then leaving after a few nights. And sometimes, rarely, they even come to have dinner in the castle.

He said his name was ‘Owen’, but after the stunt he pulled you’re not even sure that was his real name.

It was your idea to invite him over for dinner, after he told you a sob story about his awful travels and the loss of his parents. Pity invite, but an invite nonetheless.

“Lovely home you got.” His eyes roamed the beautiful interior.

“Thanks but it’s not mine. Adrian’s father passed it down to him.”

“You don’t say.” Even then you should have noticed his wandering eyes.

Dinner went well, he talked about his parents and seemed like a genuinely decent guy. Someone who’s had shit luck and needed to see that there was still goodness in the world.

Well that genuine nature turned out to be a load of horseshit. He wandered off to “take a leak” and you both found him in the attic, trying to swipe some magic weapons. He panicked and grabbed a nearby dagger, swinging it at you. It only nicked you but Adrian beat him to a pulp. You don’t know if the man would be alive if you weren’t there.

After kicking him out and threatening him never to return, it’s been tense between you both. He’s clearly upset but refuses to say anything. Adrian’s always been a bit cautious about inviting guests into the castle, for good reason- Dracula’s castle is known by many.

Laying back to back in the darkness of your shared bedroom is not how you wanted to spend the night. He never lays on his side, claiming it’s better for blood circulation to lay flat on your back- so you know for sure he’s angry. Plus the small dramatic sighs he keeps letting out.

“Are you gonna talk about it or keep sighing all night?” The silent treatment was not part of your self improvement journeys.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Good night.” It's curt and full of attitude.

Sitting up quickly, you look at him. He feels you shifting but makes no move to face you.

“Adrian.”

Nothing.

“Adrian, talk to me.”

Still nothing.

“Fine.”

The feeling of weight lifting off the bed has his attention, as he peeks over his shoulder to watch you grabbing your pillows.

“Where are you going?” He’s sitting up now, watching you clutch your pillow on a journey to the door.

“Sleeping in the guest room.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t be absurd.”

“Adrian you’ve been an ass to me all day. You’re acting like you’re the one who got attacked!”

He looks at your wrapped forearm, sighing and laying back down.

“If you had listened to me in the first place, none of this would have happened.”

“Oh, so now you want to say shit.” Throwing the pillows at the foot of the bed, and crossing your arms. “As if you haven’t invited plenty of people over to the castle.”

“I have not.” The accusation has him sitting up on his elbows, furrowed brow.

“That couple from Lupu?”

“His wife was pregnant.”

“Those kids from Salo?”

“They were too young to be adventuring into the woods at night.”

“That cute guy from Hanna?”

“He was… very hungry.” Fumbling and struggling to keep eye contact.

“And cute.”

Adrian huffs in anger, the pout on his face would be upsetting if it weren’t so adorable.

“And now one bad apple comes through, after a couple dozen good ones.”

Crawling up the bed on all fours has him shifting up a bit. Almost like prey under a predator.

Finally stopping once you’re fully straddling his thighs, knees slightly bent making a perfect seat for your ass.

“You’re being a real arse to me, when I got a boo boo.” You hold up your arm like a wounded animal, giving a small pout.

He takes the bait and gently grasps your wrist, bringing the bandage to his lips. Ever so careful, his lips put barely any pressure on your wound.

“Perhaps…” Adrian pulls his lips away, “I have been a bit of a ‘jerk’.”

“Mmhmm.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

It’s a sweet request, pure even. He’s giving you a look filled with adoration and love. Mouth slightly agape revealing his pearly whites, two fangs one display. Cupping his cheek makes him gulp, the look in your eye making him equal parts nervous and excited.

“I can think of a few things.”

Leaning down, planting a kiss on his jawline, then along his neck, reaching his shoulder. No time to process what’s happening, you dig your teeth into the skin showing from his nightgown.

“Ah!” That cry wasn’t one of surprise, but pleasure.

“There, now we both have boo boos.” The joke doesn’t process with him, too busy panting - eyes not focused on anything.

“You okay?” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. Based on the hardness pressed against your panties, he’s more than okay.

“You liked that?” He only nods, words failing.

He’s too much, and not enough. The pink flush across his cheeks, twitching between his thighs, and soft pants- wetness already damping your underwear.

Hand creeps up his back, landing snuggly in his hair at the base of his head. One small tug and he folds, granting access to the expanse of his neck. Wasting no time, you sink your teeth into the unmarked skin. Not enough to bruise, but it leaves a ring of small crescents. But that's not enough, for either of you.

One bite turns into two, then three, soon his neck is almost as pink as his cheeks. The last bit is the hardest, even when he cries out in pleasure, you don't pull away. Instead giving a small suck to the abused skin.

“Oh- ahh…” He falls back, your weight on top of him. Back of his hand flies up to his mouth, trying to silence some of the cries leaving him.

“When we agreed to try new things, I never had this in mind.”

“Quiet.” He tries to be intimidating, but fails completely.

“Seems like you’re the one making all the noise.” All it takes is small thrusts against his dick to get him squirming again.

Reaching down to rub him through the nightgown, his cock leaving a small wet patch on the fabric.

“P-please…” he whimpers, and just the desperation alone has you throbbing. “Touch me.”

“I am, pretty boy.”

“Don’t be annoying.” he glares, at least tries to. The rubbing becomes full on jerking, making his leg kick a bit. Like he’s full of energy that needs to be released somehow.

Shifting off him, and laying beside him. Pulling the gown up to reveal his muscular thighs and dripping cock. Small veins travel up the shaft, leaking pink tip revealed, twitching and begging for stimulation.

“Wanna come?” These two words have him nodding eagerly, shame is the last thing on his mind right now.

Starting to jerk him off again, and his reaction is immediate. Nothing but a jumble of ‘yes’ and ‘more’.

But once your hand slows to a complete halt, his eyes snap open, irritated.

“I was close.”

“I know.”

Moving down the bed until your mouth is by his crotch, planting a kiss on his weeping tip.

“But I wanted you to finish in my mouth…” his dick twitches, but you still ask, “Is that alright?”

To which he nods so fast he might have pulled something.

Smirking as you bring your lips back to his cock, giving the shaft a few kitten licks, gouging his reaction.

“You wanna come for me, Adrian?” Sucking on his tip, saltiness filling your mouth.

“F-fuck! Yes!” His head tosses side to side, blonde hair splayed against the pillow. Such a lovely sight.

“Good boy.”

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I'm having trouble getting to ur masterlist. Every time I try I get sent to a site instead of the app itself. Please help.

I think its only available on desktop bc of how I set up the links. I still need to create a mobile version.

For now, if you have a specific character you want to read about just try to search their name on my profile.

I’ll fix it as soon as I can😔

#masterlist #i have to update the masterlist anyway

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Best Simon fics I’ve read in a while 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

— minors do not interact. My writing includes smut, canon-typical violence, and other warcrime-spy-fun. We're treating the cod characters like marvel heroes here. Nobody is immune to propaganda, blahblah; inform yourself about pro-war narratives for some sexy conscious consumption. It’s cool to consume and enjoy content you don’t 100% agree with, just educate yourself about the real life parallels. okay? okay.

— bad dog series. {simon riley x fem!oc | plot | romance | slice of life | cross-posted on ao3}

— chapter O1 | prologue, smut with plot.

— hearing damage series. {simon riley x afab!reader | established relationship | post-breakup | getting back together | angst | porn with plot | cross-posted on ao3}

— you let all your love riot inside you | you and ghost fuck in a church. that's it. — you're the knife I turn inside myself | post break-in morning sex?

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{commission}

prompt: “need you now”

word count: 580

warnings: sorta nsfw, biting

It’s not unusual to find yourself in the oddly welcoming warmth of Dracula’s infamous castle. Neither is it unusual to be laying in front of a gorgeous mantle, surrounded by the heat and smell of a roaring fire.

What is unusual is the dhampir that’s practically pacing behind you. Blonde hair a mess, shirt unbuttoned, and eyebrows furrowed. Adrian Tepes isn’t looking like the prim and proper half vampire everyone knows him as.

“Can you quit your pacing, you’re gonna blow the fire out.” He pauses at your voice, turning his glare to you.

“I’m trying to think. It’d be easier to do in complete silence.”

He always gets like this whenever there’s an issue in the village. A hero to the people whether he likes it or not. Brain moving so fast his body can’t sit still.

“Or,” you pat the seat next to you, “You can take a seat, fucking relax for five seconds.”

Adrian squints at you, before slumping a little, retreating to the couch.

He lays his head in your lap, legs over the armrest. A few months ago, Adrian would have never even considered sitting in such a position with you. Now his head finds your lap without question, your fingers gently raking through his blonde locks.

“What's the matter?” He sighs deeply at the question.

“Winter is almost upon us, and at this rate the shelters won’t be completed in time.” His voice is soft and mellow, it’s a struggle not to fall asleep to it.

“That is a worry.” Is all you hum back. “But why not simply let the villagers take refuge in the castle? Just until the shelters are finished.”

He ponders it for a moment, before scoffing. Bringing your other hand to his lips and planting a kiss.

“So simple yet brilliant, I would be lost without you.”

“Utterly stranded.” Leaning down slightly, he pulls himself up to meet your lips.

Hesitant at first before he’s fully sitting up and pushing you back against the couch. His tongue fights yours, but you're always quick to give him control when he feels like taking charge. Not quite submissive but rather compliant in the bedroom, it’s rare for him to be the one taking initiative.

You swear he has a snake tongue sometimes, with how quick he is to find all your weak spots. Sweet moans pour out of you and into his lips, curling them into a mean smirk.

“Someone’s eager…” You manage to pull back and appreciate the sight before you. Pale cheeks tinted a nice shade of pink, eyes wide and wild, and his chest heaving slightly.

“Silence.” He demands as he pushes you flat onto the cushions, chest pressing against yours, “I need you now.”

Tongue roaming your mouth before pulling back and latching onto your neck. Gasping in pleasant surprise as he leaves wet bites down your throat. Usually, Adrian is very careful when it comes to biting in the bedroom, today is not like most days.

“Mmmm…fuck Adrian.” Whimpering underneath him only spurs him on.

“Not yet, my dear.” He pulls back to admire the marks already forming on your skin. Repositioning himself, his knee drawing itself closer to the apex of your thighs. Meeting him halfway, you grind down on his clothed knee. The much needed friction still not enough to satisfy the burning sensation consuming you.

“Hurry up and fuck me, Tepes.”

He doesn’t respond, only latches back onto your neck, his hand making its way up your inner thigh.

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Forever and Always (Comm.)

Prompt: Important question 💍

Word Count: 700

Staring at the gorgeous array of foods on the neatly arranged table in front of you, already had your cheeks warm and your lips curled.

The two hopeless romantics that were responsible for this lovely evening sat next to each other in front of you. Blue and burgundy eyes stared at you expectantly while you munched and drank.

“I can’t say I’m not feeling a bit too pampered this evening,” you pause your eating, looking between them, “But I’m a bit confused as to what the occasion is.”

They share a look before sitting a bit straighter, whatever joy on their faces now replaced with serious ones.

“We wanted to talk to you, about our future together.” Lisa’s voice made you freeze, a anxious feeling gnawing at your chest.

This past year has been almost a dream with Vlad and Lisa. Everything was like a fairytale, a brilliant and lovely doctor, a handsome and fearsome vampire, and a lovely castle to top it all off. It was too good to be true.

But everything good must come to an end. You’ve gotten better at ignoring that voice in your head, the one that lurks its way into your mind whispering lies and twisting your heart against yourself.

Yet here you are, questioning your place between the lovers in front of you, once again.

She seems to notice the dread that takes shape on your face, and immediately lightens up. Hand over yours, a small knowing smile forms.

“Oh dear, no need to look so horrified.” There’s a slight reassurance in her voice that releases your brain from the chokehold of self doubt.

“Of course, you had me thinking one of you was dying for a moment.” The tensions in the room dispersed with the sound of Vlad’d baritone laugh.

“Unlikely, darling.” Lingering chuckles still escaping his chest, “No, we wanted to talk about our future together.”

Pulling the pure white napkin off your lap to wipe the corners of your mouth, you take a moment to respond. “I actually wanted to talk with you both about something as well.”

They’re silent and waiting.

“I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided to sell my cabin.”

Silence returns once again.

There faces share confusion, Vlad speaking up first. “Have you been looking into new homes?”

“Yeah, sort of. I’ve had my eye on one place for a while.”

“Well you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.”

“I know,” Your eyes meet his, holding each other with a loving look, “I’ve had my eye on the castle for a bit.”

It doesn’t take Lisa even a second to realize what you were saying, a face beaming with joy.

“You’re moving in here?”

You nod slowly, eagerness and nervousness mixing in the pit of your stomach.

“If you’ll have me.”

Vlad reaches out to pull your hand towards him, kissing your fingers.

“We’d be delighted.”

He still knows how to make your thighs clench, just one kiss and he has you aching for me.

“But that’s not exactly what we wanted to discuss.”

He holds your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Oh, sorry I just assumed. What did you-”

A cold sensation against your hand cuts you short, not taking even a millisecond to take in the sight before you.

Reflective and beautiful, were the first words that came to mind when you took in the silver ring wrapped around your finger.

They looked at you for any signs of dismay or disappointment but found nothing but pure unadulterated love.

Vlad had laced his fingers with yours, the ring on his finger matching yours.

“Would you do us the honor of-“

“Yes!”

Lisa shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes and lips stuck in a permanent smile. “You didn’t even let us finish.”

“Okay! Okay, sorry…”

They laugh at your attempt at appearing calm, practically shaking in your seat.

“Would you make us the happiest people in the world, and marry us?”

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!”

Vlad’s presence appears behind you, hands on your shoulders and pulling you gently back until you're pressed against your chair. His lips find yours and only add to the heat growing between your legs.

Pulling away, your lips chasing him until you can feel his breath against them. He grins at you, joy reaching his eyes.

“We’ll love you forever and always, my love.”

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(Not Available)Limited Commissions:

Hey y’all! So with school rn I’m pretty busy, but I’ve decided to take a couple short “x Reader” requests based on these prompts.

Sfw and Nsfw accepted!

Kissing prompt

Multi prompts

Prices:

500 word = $4.25 (Venmo & Cashapp)

Characters:

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Alucard (Hellsing)

Adrian Tepes

Vlad Dracula Tepes (+ Lisa)

Eddie Munson (terrible ik)

Professor Stein

DM me with the character and prompt if you’re interested!

#x reader #alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #writing request #smut #adrian tepes #adrian x reader #commission #adrian fahrenheit tepes #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #hellsing #soul eater #professor stein #simon ghost riley #taking commisions #commisions open

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Boo Boo

Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: After a small fight, you two make up in the oddest of ways.

Sculpted by the gods. That’s the best way to describe the dhampir, Adrian Tepes.

He always scoffs when you say stuff like that. But the pink that dusts his pale cheeks is enough to keep the compliments flowing.

Love is a powerful word to describe your feelings for one another. Too powerful- it makes you a bit clammy thinking about it. Four letters but enough to break a person's entire being.

Adrian isn’t as in tune with his emotions as he may like to appear. Either pushing them away, or letting them devour him completely. No in between. Not the healthiest individual, but neither were you.

That’s what makes this all the more terrifying. Working to better yourselves, for each other. Wanting to be a healthier, more open minded person. Together- for each other.

It’s kind of romantic, wanting to change for the better.

Baby steps at first, beginning with drinking more water and eating healthier. Adrian constantly nags you for all the junk you eat, so you allow him to cook whatever he deems “proper cuisine”.

For Adrian, he’s working on relaxing. As bizarre as that sounds, trying to wrestle the man down for an afternoon nap is almost impossible. Now for a half hour a day, he has to either meditate or nap. No reading, or eating, or whatever mindless hobby he’s picked up. Just sitting there, alone with his thoughts.

This little self help duo you formed has been going well for the most part. Up until he showed up.

It wasn’t a big surprise when newcomers came to the little village Adrian founded. Most of them are stragglers, wandering from town to town then leaving after a few nights. And sometimes, rarely, they even come to have dinner in the castle.

He said his name was ‘Owen’, but after the stunt he pulled you’re not even sure that was his real name.

It was your idea to invite him over for dinner, after he told you a sob story about his awful travels and the loss of his parents. Pity invite, but an invite nonetheless.

“Lovely home you got.” His eyes roamed the beautiful interior.

“Thanks but it’s not mine. Adrian’s father passed it down to him.”

“You don’t say.” Even then you should have noticed his wandering eyes.

Dinner went well, he talked about his parents and seemed like a genuinely decent guy. Someone who’s had shit luck and needed to see that there was still goodness in the world.

Well that genuine nature turned out to be a load of horseshit. He wandered off to “take a leak” and you both found him in the attic, trying to swipe some magic weapons. He panicked and grabbed a nearby dagger, swinging it at you. It only nicked you but Adrian beat him to a pulp. You don’t know if the man would be alive if you weren’t there.

After kicking him out and threatening him never to return, it’s been tense between you both. He’s clearly upset but refuses to say anything. Adrian’s always been a bit cautious about inviting guests into the castle, for good reason- Dracula’s castle is known by many.

Laying back to back in the darkness of your shared bedroom is not how you wanted to spend the night. He never lays on his side, claiming it’s better for blood circulation to lay flat on your back- so you know for sure he’s angry. Plus the small dramatic sighs he keeps letting out.

“Are you gonna talk about it or keep sighing all night?” The silent treatment was not part of your self improvement journeys.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Good night.” It's curt and full of attitude.

Sitting up quickly, you look at him. He feels you shifting but makes no move to face you.

“Adrian.”

Nothing.

“Adrian, talk to me.”

Still nothing.

“Fine.”

The feeling of weight lifting off the bed has his attention, as he peeks over his shoulder to watch you grabbing your pillows.

“Where are you going?” He’s sitting up now, watching you clutch your pillow on a journey to the door.

“Sleeping in the guest room.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t be absurd.”

“Adrian you’ve been an ass to me all day. You’re acting like you’re the one who got attacked!”

He looks at your wrapped forearm, sighing and laying back down.

“If you had listened to me in the first place, none of this would have happened.”

“Oh, so now you want to say shit.” Throwing the pillows at the foot of the bed, and crossing your arms. “As if you haven’t invited plenty of people over to the castle.”

“I have not.” The accusation has him sitting up on his elbows, furrowed brow.

“That couple from Lupu?”

“His wife was pregnant.”

“Those kids from Salo?”

“They were too young to be adventuring into the woods at night.”

“That cute guy from Hanna?”

“He was… very hungry.” Fumbling and struggling to keep eye contact.

“And cute.”

Adrian huffs in anger, the pout on his face would be upsetting if it weren’t so adorable.

“And now one bad apple comes through, after a couple dozen good ones.”

Crawling up the bed on all fours has him shifting up a bit. Almost like prey under a predator.

Finally stopping once you’re fully straddling his thighs, knees slightly bent making a perfect seat for your ass.

“You’re being a real arse to me, when I got a boo boo.” You hold up your arm like a wounded animal, giving a small pout.

He takes the bait and gently grasps your wrist, bringing the bandage to his lips. Ever so careful, his lips put barely any pressure on your wound.

“Perhaps…” Adrian pulls his lips away, “I have been a bit of a ‘jerk’.”

“Mmhmm.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

It’s a sweet request, pure even. He’s giving you a look filled with adoration and love. Mouth slightly agape revealing his pearly whites, two fangs one display. Cupping his cheek makes him gulp, the look in your eye making him equal parts nervous and excited.

“I can think of a few things.”

Leaning down, planting a kiss on his jawline, then along his neck, reaching his shoulder. No time to process what’s happening, you dig your teeth into the skin showing from his nightgown.

“Ah!” That cry wasn’t one of surprise, but pleasure.

“There, now we both have boo boos.” The joke doesn’t process with him, too busy panting - eyes not focused on anything.

“You okay?” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. Based on the hardness pressed against your panties, he’s more than okay.

“You liked that?” He only nods, words failing.

He’s too much, and not enough. The pink flush across his cheeks, twitching between his thighs, and soft pants- wetness already damping your underwear.

Hand creeps up his back, landing snuggly in his hair at the base of his head. One small tug and he folds, granting access to the expanse of his neck. Wasting no time, you sink your teeth into the unmarked skin. Not enough to bruise, but it leaves a ring of small crescents. But that's not enough, for either of you.

One bite turns into two, then three, soon his neck is almost as pink as his cheeks. The last bit is the hardest, even when he cries out in pleasure, you don't pull away. Instead giving a small suck to the abused skin.

“Oh- ahh…” He falls back, your weight on top of him. Back of his hand flies up to his mouth, trying to silence some of the cries leaving him.

“When we agreed to try new things, I never had this in mind.”

“Quiet.” He tries to be intimidating, but fails completely.

“Seems like you’re the one making all the noise.” All it takes is small thrusts against his dick to get him squirming again.

Reaching down to rub him through the nightgown, his cock leaving a small wet patch on the fabric.

“P-please…” he whimpers, and just the desperation alone has you throbbing. “Touch me.”

“I am, pretty boy.”

“Don’t be annoying.” he glares, at least tries to. The rubbing becomes full on jerking, making his leg kick a bit. Like he’s full of energy that needs to be released somehow.

Shifting off him, and laying beside him. Pulling the gown up to reveal his muscular thighs and dripping cock. Small veins travel up the shaft, leaking pink tip revealed, twitching and begging for stimulation.

“Wanna come?” These two words have him nodding eagerly, shame is the last thing on his mind right now.

Starting to jerk him off again, and his reaction is immediate. Nothing but a jumble of ‘yes’ and ‘more’.

But once your hand slows to a complete halt, his eyes snap open, irritated.

“I was close.”

“I know.”

Moving down the bed until your mouth is by his crotch, planting a kiss on his weeping tip.

“But I wanted you to finish in my mouth…” his dick twitches, but you still ask, “Is that alright?”

To which he nods so fast he might have pulled something.

Smirking as you bring your lips back to his cock, giving the shaft a few kitten licks, gouging his reaction.

“You wanna come for me, Adrian?” Sucking on his tip, saltiness filling your mouth.

“F-fuck! Yes!” His head tosses side to side, blonde hair splayed against the pillow. Such a lovely sight.

“Good boy.”

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Monster

Vlad Dracula Tepes x Reader x Lisa Tepes

Summary: You and Vlad get into a disagreement, and some things are said.

Word Count: 1.5k

A mortal being.

That’s what you were.

No fangs, just blunt canines. No claws, only partially bitten nails. No strength beyond what your human muscles can accomplish.

Knowing the strength of even the lowest of vampires is enough to keep you up at night. One punch is enough to shatter you like the puny human you are.

As mortal as the blonde doctor who has reservation in your heart.

And him. The strongest of all. Vlad Dracula Tepes.

His strength is his own- you know this. But that doesn’t stop the notion of having The Dracula, as your protector, at your side.

He’s beyond any being you’ve ever encountered in your few decades. Never one to get violent around those he holds dear, that doesn’t prevent the small glimpses of power he unconsciously displays.

The love you hold for the vampire and the doctor is too much- overwhelming nearly. It’s hard to be an addition to an already established relationship- the notion of being easily removable isn’t lost on you. A fear that one day you’ll be back in your small cabin in the village of Lupu, all alone- months spent with the doctor and vampire, forgotten. That fear became a reality- one that you have the misfortune to be currently suffering through.

Half empty glass of red wine, in your left hand, and a partially chewed piece of dried goat meat in the other. Slumped over on your worn couch. Never quite felt this low before.

What ifs circle around the room, wondering if anything had been done even the slightest bit differently, perhaps you’d be cuddled between Vlad and Lisa right now.

“That was foolish.” He spits as his heavy steps approach from behind you.

“Dear-” Her attempt to calm him down was cut off by your own agitated voice.

“Foolish? No, what's foolish is your idea of danger!” Facing them now, eyes ablaze locking with Vlad’s. Lisa looks between you both, unsure who she should attempt to soothe first.

“You have no idea what you’re speaking of.”

Rolling your eyes was immature but impossible not to. There was no danger- not real danger anyway. He was the Vlad Dracula Tepes, a man who’s spent nearly his entire existence being hunted and attacked. Danger to him is any living mortal, except for the two standing next to him.

And while he’s overprotective of you and Lisa, taking a trip to visit your parents while he was away, isn’t breaking any laws.

He utters your name, making you reluctantly face him.

“I only wish to keep you safe.”

“Safe? We went to visit my family, Vlad. It was one night away.”

“It’s too dangerous to go out alone while I’m not here.”

“It was the middle of the day!”

“You were to stay in the castle until I returned, like I told you-” Poor word choice. Even Lisa cringes.

He’s Vlad Dracula Tepes, a name he wears with pride, like a cloak that he wraps around you and Lisa. The name alone enough to scare off any sane person, a name alone that keeps you both safe within the walls of his castle.

There are bad people out there- some not sane enough to avoid the castle. Some insane enough to actively seek out your home. And these are the monsters that Vlad fears. He knows he can crush any and all that dare cross him, but he can’t say the same for his two lovers.

Many nights spent snuggled close, bodies melded as one, hearing him whisper his deepest fears. Every night he clutches you both close- too tight- as if every hug might be his last. Human lives are fleeting, this much he knows. Fleeting, fragile, precious.

We’ll be here for as long as Lisa’s remedies keep you going. You remember whispering back to him one night. The warmth from his cold body and the sweet chuckle that left him, put your mind at ease. But did nothing to slacken his hold on you both.

Yet you’re a human being, and wear that with pride as well. Any day now might be the last time you’ll ever witness the sunrise. But isn’t that what makes everyday more special? Being caged away from danger might put Vlad’s mind at ease, but it makes you feel degraded. Something that can’t defend itself.

“Like you told me to? I am not your child nor your pet, Vlad.” Stomping out of the room, a pair of feet right on your heel.

“Of course not, even a child could comprehend a simple command.” It’s bitter and spoken with malice. Intent to hurt. It makes you stop cold.

“Excuse me?” The warning in your voice either goes right over his head, or he chooses to ignore it.

“You cannot fathom what monsters lurk in the shadows out there.”

“Oh I think I can.” Pause, enough time to swallow your next words. “Considering I’m looking at one right now.” Low blow, but spat out in a fit of rage.

If you weren’t so upset, the slight hurt that flashes across his face might have made you cave. Instead you continue stomping away, towards your room.

“What are you doing?” Lisa asks, referring to your haphazard bag packing, grabbing handfuls of clothes and shoving them away.

“Leaving.”

“But dinner is all ready…” Lisa’s sounds worried, scrambling to find the key words to make you stay.

“I lost my appetite.”

Pushing past them, they don’t follow you immediately, allowing you some distance. Once you're at the main door, they stand at the top of the steps.

Neither of them say anything.

That was almost three days ago, and you’ve convinced yourself that this lovely polyamorous relationship was now back down to two. Leaving you back in your empty cottage caring for plants that have been long neglected.

Books lay scattered across your limited floor space and various pieces of furniture.

You don’t remember life being this sad before you met them. It’s as if all you’ve ever known was Vlad and Lisa. Pretty sure that’s not healthy, but it’s true.

The light taps on the door are near vomit inducing, other people are the last thing on your ‘can’t deal with right now’ list.

Even your own parents seemed like too much right now. And once the large silhouette of Vlad’s body was visible from the sheer curtains blocking the window, the nausea was only doubled.

But despite the bile creeping up the back of your throat, the door opens and you greet your familiar visitors.

“Hey…” Is all you can muster, nerves getting the best of you. All the things you wanted to say, words are lost to you. Now that they stand before you, these past few days feel like eternities spent apart. But his voice brings dopamine rushing through you, without any effort.

“Good evening.” Pause. “May we come in?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Lisa rushes in and hugs you, squeezing the life out of you.

“Honey, I’ve missed you.” Pulling away, she tugs lightly at Vlad’s arm, “We’ve missed you.”

Vlad looks almost embarrassed, clearing his throat. “Yes, we have.”

If God were real, he must definitely be cruel. The seconds weigh heavy as you try not to suffocate from how awkward this silence is.

“I’m sor-” “I wante-”

The laugh from you both is genuine, some tensions relieved. But only slightly.

“You first.” You push- curiosity getting the best of you.

“I wanted to ask if you would please come back to the castle.”

Running your hands through your hair helps the sweat that's built up on your palms, but does nothing for the churning in your belly.

“Vlad…”

“If I crossed a line, I apologize.” Just like that.

“Thank you. And I really missed you both too.”

His gaze softens, shoulders relaxing at your declaration. And he practically melts when your hand finds his.

The person before you is no mere man- a being beyond mortal comprehension. An undead vampire longer than he was ever a human. But when he gazes at you with such fondness- you catch a glimpse of the man he used to be. Someone who needs the warm touch of the living, lest he forget he was ever alive.

“Vlad, I can’t find the right words to tell you how sorry I am.” Intertwining his fingers with yours- clutching him close. “I love you so much.”

If he feels the wetness dripping on his hand, he does nothing to show it. Head tilted towards the ground, heavy with shame. “You’re not a monster… You’re kind and brilliant, and- and…” Your sleeve stops the falling tears from wetting both your hands further.

A long clawed finger tilts your head up, admiring the raw emotion on your face.

“I was behaving rather poorly, I understand why you were upset.” Him being so dismissive of your behavior makes you feel even worse. His fear of losing you is preventing him from accepting a proper apology from you.

“My behavior was inexcusable, you don’t deserve any of the hateful things I said to you.” He’s leaning towards you, all you do is stand on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He’s pressing you against his chest, tongue tentatively pressing between your lips.

Lisa’s arms wrap around your waist, her chest to your back. She’s laying quick kisses on your nape, trailing around your neck like an invisible necklace.

Still standing in the small old cottage, but with these two - there’s a new warmth in the room.

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Love Thy Body (Comm)

Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader (smut)

Summary: Adrian Tepes is in dire need of some good ol’ fashion loving.

Word Count: 1.9k

The dhampir of Wallachia was a man known by the name Alucard. 

The opposite of the evil Dracula, he’s seen as the people's savior. The one who will destroy the mad vampire and seal him to rest in his coffin for all eternity. 

But the old stories were just that: stories. Nothing but old wise tales passed around village to village. 

The real Alucard wasn’t the opposition to anyone. He was simply a man. A man who had lost those dear to him in the span of one long nightmare. One that could only end once he drove a stake into his own fathers heart. 

When you looked at this strong hero, you didn’t see a man. No- you saw a crying child longing for his mother and father. 

Adrian wore his scars with great sadness.

From the slice across his chest- given to him from his own father. To the burns around his wrists- given to him by those he entrusted with his body and soul. 

There was no savior, only a wounded child. 

Adrian Tepes was a beautiful man. No one could deny it. 

Even when he spoke with pure arrogance and sass, his golden eyes and sharp jawline were bound to make even the strongest of wills shatter at his looks. 

Upon your first meeting, you were very close to clocking him in his perfect nose. His sharp tongue and know-it-all attitude, made it impossible to not seethe with rage. 

But as you spoke with the man, you began to see past the beauty of his face. Looking into the eyes of a broken creature, longing for someone to hold him- but to scared to open himself to others. Fear of betrayal outweighed his need for compassion. 

The first time you kissed was quite a surprise for both of you. Tension was high after a fierce battle with a few night creatures. One moment your locking eyes, the next your pressed against him in a heated embrace. 

You both swore it was from the heat of battle, even when you can't help thinking about how soft his lips were. 

One broken promise later, you find each other stripped down and in each other’s embrace. No- not quite actually. 

You’re stripped naked, Adrian is only missing his cloak. 

As unfair as you think it is, the orgasms that Adrian delivers are enough to keep your complaints to yourself. 

You thought nothing of his tendency to remain mostly clothed during your heated exchanges. Usually your mind is to busy being blown to care. But tonight would be different. 

“Strip.”

Adrian simply freezes, suddenly unsure where to put his hands on your exposed body. 

“I beg your pardon?” Ever the linguistic, but still playing dumb. 

“Ya’ speak English or not? I said strip.” Your legs shut, blocking his hands or wandering eyes from your privates. 

“I’ve never had to-“

“Aye, I’m naked as the day I was born, yet you’re still in your fancy boots. It’s not fair!” Arms folded like your scolding him, you pick up a pillow to block your chest from his view. “No more fucking until I get to see your bits!”

It’s his turn to scowl now, sitting back on his knees, on the mattress. 

“Language.”

“Stop changing the subject, strip or no more fun time!”

“Fun time?” His lips twitch slightly, a smirk forming on his face. 

Not liking his blatant disregard for his request, you tug a spare sheet around your shoulders to cover your bare body. 

“Fine.” Dragging yourself to your feet, you turn from him, “Good night.”

It doesn’t take him long to call you back, not even two seconds in fact. 

“Don’t leave.” His tone is new, almost fragile. Like if you raised your voice he’d shatter. “Please.”

Clasping your sheet dress, you turn towards him, but wait for him to continue. He doesn’t speak, only reaches a hand out, a proverbial olive branch. 

Who are you to deny this beauty of a man. 

Adrian cups your hand so gently, tugging you towards him. He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, spreading his legs to fit you between them. His eyes level with your chest. 

He’s peering up at you with a look that you can’t quite pinpoint. Definitely lust, but with a twinge of something else. 

Pulling your hand downward, he leads you to his button up. Your fingers follow his to the first button, his hands slip away, but the invitation remains. 

Uncertainty weighs your fingers down, slowly unbuttoning the first one. Only when he nods do you pick up the pace, eager to see more of him. Even the small sliver of visible pale flesh has you excited. 

But that excitement is quickly dashed once you catch sight of the large scar branding his near perfect skin. He must regard your sadness as disgust because he pulls back. 

The look on his face of pure disdain- but you know it’s not directed towards you. 

“Satisfied?” Is all he spits at you, eyes glaring at the wall behind you. 

Lifting a hand, your fingers dance along the scar tissue. Only able to journey so far before his hand grips your wrist and halts your motion. 

“Don’t-“ His grasp weakens, shoulders slumping, “-don’t pity me.”

Allowing your hand to pull free, you begin your conquest once again. This time planting both hands firmly against his chest, before leaning down planting a chaste kiss against his lips.

It’s soft. Softer than either of you’ve ever been with one another. 

Adrian takes a moment but returns the sweet gesture. Lips working against yours, like two puzzle pieces. 

You don’t give him a chance to think before pushing your body weight onto him, successfully landing him on his back. 

Despite being caught off guard, he’s still quick enough to land on his elbows. 

“Bloody vampire speed.” You grumble, but refuse to let him stump this small victory. 

Latching your lips on his jaw, you revel in the gasp that leaves him. Adventure further down the column of his throat, leaving small bites and kisses in your wake. 

The subtle pleasures must be enough for him to lower his guard once again, slowly laying flat on his back. His hands fist the sheets beneath him, claws unconsciously ripping the fabric. 

Noticing this loss of control you take the opportunity to lighten the mood. “Tsk. That’s silk, Mr. Tepes.”

Moving back to lock eyes with him, you’re relieved to see him roll his eyes. 

“I can always buy new ones.”

“Oh? Trying to impress me with your riches?” Hands spread on his chest, you push yourself into an upright position, straddling his waist. 

Adrian’s hands move from the sheets, securing themselves onto your hips. 

“Are you only straddling me because of my possible riches?” The grip on your hip gives him leverage to grind against your bare crotch, drawing a low moan from you. 

“Trust me, it’s not just your money that keeps me here.” You trail a hand down his chest, raking your nails a little harsher as you reach the sharp v-line, leading to the tent in his pants. 

“Y-your- ahhh…vile creature.” His moans only add to the heat between your legs, making you unconsciously rub against his bulge. 

“An’ you’re too sexy for your own good.” Your eyes admire the sight of him beneath you. 

Pale skin, ripped muscles, beautiful face, all for you. 

“Quiet.” Is all he can muster in a weak defense, but the pink tint on his cheeks is a dead give away. 

“Not until I make up for all the times you hid this work of art from me.”

Hands run down his bare chest, fingers trying to memorize every crack and crevice. His breathing hitches when you trace his scar, skin more sensitive than the rest. 

Leaning down you catch a pink nipple between your lips, giving a half hearted suck. His reaction is a mixture of surprise and pleasure, back arching a fraction and fingers twitching. 

“Heathen…” he manages to groan with faux anger, not convincing due to the pink still tinting his cheeks. 

“Whore.” You grin back up at him, rolling his nipple between your teeth now. 

“Hng-” It’s adorable really- watching him struggle to keep his cool demeanor up. 

Your mouth remains latched to his nipple, hand wandering down his arm, pausing at his wrist. Even with your soft grip around it has tension rushing through his muscles. Pulling his wrist a bit, you feel slight resistance before he allows you to drag his hand towards your face. Still hovering over his chest, you place a soft kiss on the dark scar that resembles a bracelet. 

“You’re beautiful,” you sit up to straddle him once again, while hoisting his other wrist to your lips. “So beautiful it’s nearly scary.”

He’s breathless as he lays back and watches you plant kiss after kiss along his scars. 

The grinding of your hips against his catches him by surprise. 

“Oh!” The half vampire gasps, mouth opening revealing two razor sharp fangs. 

His hands are led down your neck, past your chest, landing on your hips. Hot friction burns between your arousal and his, successfully leaving a wet spot on his pants. 

“Please let me show you how badly I need you…” your voice loses any confidence, taking on a breathy, whiny tone. 

Your eyes lock, his half lidded golden orbs staring at you with a near predatory gaze. One hand drops from your hip and slides between your legs.

“Ah! Adrian-” Your cries only make his fingers move more, direct contact making your thighs clench. 

Moving up a bit, unconsciously giving his long, attentive, fingers better access. His fingers are slightly sticky with your arousal, taking said juices and rubbing it around your hole. 

“This- mmm… I wanna be in c-control!” As angry as you try to sound, you can’t help the noises leaving you, screwing your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure. 

“You want me to stop?” He questions, his fingertip pushes into your eager cunt, giving only a hint of relief before pulling out. “Fine.”

The whimper that leaves you has him growing hard- well, harder. 

“Please…more.”

There’s no time to try and deny your body's needs, not when he allows his finger to push into you, all the way in. Thrusting the finger slowly, the sounds of wetness get louder. He pulls them out completely, only for two to push back in. 

“Y-yes- need more…” Your hips move on their own, fucking yourself on his fingers. 

He doesn’t press another in though, instead keeps his eyes locked on the place where you wrap tightly around his fingers. Even the slightest crook of his finger inside of you has you toppling over, bare chests rubbing each other. At this awkward angle you can’t really fuck yourself onto him, leaving you at the mercy of his slow and shallow fingerfucking. 

That need for release grows as his long fingers strike sparks against your inner walls. The sounds coming from your lower half would be embarrassing if you weren’t going mad with unholy needs. 

“I can’t come like this, p-please…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can’t walk. Okay, my love?”

My love. A title too romantic for your intimate relationship, words failing you.

Your lack of response is substituted by your tightness clenching around his digits, making his chest rumble with an evil chuckle. 

“Good girl.”

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Till Dawn (pt.3) (comm.)

Vlad Dracula Tepes x F!Reader x Lisa Tepes

Summary: The three of you continue your bedroom adventures…

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 Part 2

The air is thick around you, passions are high, leaving you craving more.

Knees pushed towards your chest, thigh muscles burn slightly at the provocative position. The culprit of said position is none other than Vlad Dracula Tepes himself. Cold hands nearly engulf the back of your knees as they spread you wide for his fierce gaze.

He towers over your quivering form, anticipation and longing making you crave more than just his hungry eyes. You can’t see the sheets beneath your legs, but you can feel the wetness gushing from your core.

Warmer hands paw at your perked nipples, gently tugging and pulling soft moans from your trembling lips. The soft hands belong to none other than Dr. Lisa Tepes, the embodiment of brilliance and beauty. Also the woman who’s been leaving you breathless for what feels like ages.

“You’re utterly beautiful, honey.” She punctuates her compliment with a chaste kiss. Quick to move her lips down your neck.

The vampire above you shifts his hips, a prodding at your hole reminds you exactly what you desperately needed. Seems almost impossible to forget where his cock was based on how intimidating his size is. His leaking tip pressing against you, mixing his fluids with your own. Despite his blatant eagerness to continue, you feel no urgency from him. No pressure to speed things along.

He’s gentle and patient, a gentle giant knowing his size and strength. Treating you almost like a fragile piece of glass, prepping you to take him fully.

His fingers still glisten with your juices, smearing wetness on the back of your thigh as he pushes your knees back.

“Ready, my dear?” He’s grinning but waiting expectantly for your response. All is still until you speak.

“Yes…” Your voice is a mere whisper, you can feel Lisa smirk against your skin.

The emptiness in your gut is slowly filled as he presses forward. Your tightness welcoming him and pulling his cock in deeper.

“Oh! F-fuck!” The cusses tumble from you from the slight uncomfortability of being so full.

He pauses, nails softly scratching your inner thigh, soothing your tense muscles.

The slight pain subsides rather quickly, overwhelmed by the need for him to be deeper, as deep as your body would take him.

The pressure diminishes as he pulls out, only to push back in nearly to the hilt.

“V-vlad!” Calling his name in such a needy tone makes them both chuckle, enjoying your sweet, and partially pathetic, begging.

“What do you need?” When he gets no response, he gives you another shallow thrust, stirring up your insides but not hitting the spot you desperately need him to. “Use your words.”

Legs trembling in his grasp, the slight ache in your thighs from the awkward position you're both in, is overshadowed by the fluttering of your sensitive walls gripping him.

“Please fuck me.” No tremor interrupts your voice as you make your request- no, your demand.

Starting off with another shallow thrusts, his member pulls out almost all the way before sliding all the way back in. The sounds he tears from you are absolutely sinful, enough to make the devil himself shudder with delight.

She pulls back in order to get a better look at your face- head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth wide open. Her blonde locks frame her angelic face. You could almost mistake her for an angel if not for the devious smile that spreads across her face.

“Enjoying yourself, dear?” She directs the statement to no one in particular. But it hangs over you and Vlad, only adding to the sexual thrill in the room.

“Hng- Immensely…” Vlad says in a husky groan, such a powerful beast brought to his knees by your tight cunt. The thought alone is enough to have you clenching down on him.

More force is added to the back of your thighs, nerely folding you in half. There’s no time to focus on any muscle ache, before he gives one hard thrust kissing you sweet spot. His fangs reveal themselves as he grins at the feeling of you walls spasming.

“Mmhmm… ahh!” The moan of approval from you might not be in the form of coherent words, but it’s enough to show your approval.

‘Vlad the Impaler’ is surely living up to his old name, with his cock ramming into that spongey bundle of nerves.

Over and over, leaving your mind blank.

“Well, I’m feeling a little left out all by my lonesome.” Lisa pouts, and you almost don’t even register her voice at all. But the pouty face she’s making is to cute to not tug at your heartstrings.

Her body shifts, thighs unconsciously rubbing together as she watches the unholy display before her.

An idea sparks within the deepest, darkest, crevices of your horny mind.

“Come up here.” Is all you say- rather it’s all you can say. But it’s enough to successfully stump the doctor.

“I’m sorry, dear?” Slight worry laces her tone as she moves closer to you. It’s endearing how quickly she falls out of her dominant role when she’s worried.

“Sit on me.” There’s a pause, including Vlad’s deep thrusts, before the realization of your requests dawns on them.

“Oh dear.” She tries to cover her blush with her palm, but the redness on her ears is a dead giveaway. It’s almost a badge of honor to successfully knock both of them out of their rhythm- quite literally.

“How lecherous,” his thrusts resumes with a new vigor. “You. Naughty. Girl.” He punctuates each word with a rough thrust, mixing some welcomed soreness to your thighs.

“AHH- so f-fast!” Back arching upwards, before being slammed back down with the snap of Dracula's hips.

“Who am I to deny such a sweet request?” The rhetorical question is thrown into the air as she shifts towards the top of the bed.

Crawling on her knees, she throws a leg over your head in order to straddle your face. If her fidgeting before wasn’t enough proof, her swollen clit and dripping arousal, are both clear indicators that she’s not as unaffected as she’s trying to appear. Her cunt is practically begging for you to taste her.

“Come on, beautiful. Take your seat.” Something about witnessing the effect you have on her, gives you the confidence to take some control on the room.

“Yes ma’am.” And your hands wrap around her hip dips as they pull her to meet your mouth.

“Ngh- Ah!” Her cries are slightly muffled by her thighs but still just as delicious.

Between her moans and Vlad’s unrelenting pace, you can feel your body getting ready to explode.

“Are you close?” He growls out, “I can feel you gripping me so ferociously.”

His pace goes from fantastic to godly, making you cry out into Lisa’s dripping cunt.

“Ohh- just like that dear. I can feel her crying out. And her tongue is divine~” Her words are slurred and dripping with delight, only spurring him on more, perhaps the longing to satisfy both women in the room.

“Hold on,” he’s nearly panting, an impressive feat for you two considering his stamina, “A little bit more.”

Wet muscle slips in and out of Lisa’s hole, before moving up to abuse her clit. Her body tries to shift away from your ministrations as she gets closer, so you tighten your grip.

“Mmmm-” Is the only sound heard from your face buried between her legs.

He’s ramming into you now, most definitely leaving some bruises and a lot of soreness in the morning. “You’re amazing, both of you.”

His words affect you both enough to send you tumbling over your edges. That knot bursting around the vampire's cock.

Fluids leaking from Lisa are quickly lapped up by your tongue.

Over sensitivity hits both you and Lisa, making the two of you wither away from any more pleasure. Vlad pulls out of you, no release from him, but your legs are too weak to question the sexual reproduction of the vampire species.

Lisa and you lay next to each other, bodies exposed to the cold air of the master bedroom. Lack of movement makes your body temperatures drop, shifting to hold each other.

No words are spoken as Vlad’s presence vanishes from above you both, only for a moment, before reappearing.

There’s a gentle, warm, wet cloth wiping between your legs, quickly cleaning up any leftover slick from earlier.

Lisa’s arms jolt against you, but quickly relaxes in your embrace, a tell tale sign that Vlad is cleaning her up as well.

It’s not soon enough when Vlad’s larger form hovers over both of you, making you break away. He takes his welcomed spot between your exhausted bodies, wasting no time pulling them into his chest.

Hands splayed across his bare chest, only to interlock with each other. His right hand lovingly stroking Lisa’s back, the other leaving shivers along your sensitive hip.

Basking in the afterglow of your conjoined lovemaking, the three of you don’t say a single word.

Not a sound.

There’s nothing to say, the tight grip you have on one another speaks for itself.

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