(Kinktober 5. Praise kink.) Don't think Alucard hasn't noticed how you melt at the smallest of praises from him...

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You knew it the moment his voice dropped, low and tender, nearly a whisper, like every word was meant for your ears alone.

"You're doing so well, darling."

It didn’t matter what you were doing. It never did. Alucard’s praise wasn’t given carelessly, it was deliberate. Precise. A weapon sharper than any blade he'd ever held. And it shattered your composure every time.

He noticed it, of course. How your breath hitched. How your lips parted just slightly. How your body leaned toward his voice like it was the only warmth in the world.

You tried to play it off. Hide it. Pretend his words didn’t unravel you from the inside out.

But nothing escaped him.

That first time he’d said good girl, soft, reverent, like you were something divine, it hadn’t even been in bed. You’d dropped a book and rushed to pick it up, flushed with embarrassment.

And he’d murmured it without even thinking.

*Good girl.*

You didn’t sleep that night.

Now, he plays with it. Gentle at first. *Sweet one*. *Darling*. *You're perfect like this*. And each time, you melt a little faster. Each time, his eyes darken with something hungry.

He loves the power of it. That he doesn’t need force, teeth, or threats, not when all it takes is a whispered compliment in your ear to have you trembling for him.

And tonight? He’s pushing it. Testing just how far that weakness of yours goes.

You’re already beneath him, bare and breathless, every inch of you aching for his touch.

And still he doesn’t move.

He watches you squirm, golden eyes glowing with hunger, one hand sliding slowly up your thigh, not to soothe, but to tease. The backs of his fingers graze your skin like he’s memorizing it, claiming it. His voice, velvet-dark and unbearably calm, drips over you like wine.

"Look at you," he murmurs, dragging a finger along your jaw, slow and adoring, before snaking it into your hair. "So eager to please. So desperate for a little praise. What am I going to do with you, hm?"

He presses his other palm down, firm, pinning your hip with just enough force to remind you how easily he could keep you there. How easily he could ruin you without ever rushing. His lips ghost along your throat, not kissing, not biting, just hovering, drinking in your heat.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, the words a command wrapped in praise. “Say it beautifully, my darling. I’ll give you everything... if you ask for it nicely.”

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Authors Notes: I accidentally wrote my dream man...

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