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Hunger

A/N: I love vampires, John and Alucard. That's why I chose his second identity, Alucard (Hellsing). But to be honest, you don't have to know this character in this plot. Pairing: vampire!John Wick(Alucard) x F!Reader. Tags: 18+, NSFW, a smut without a plot Warnings: vampires, blood, split personality disorder, oral sex, F!receive Word count: 2,0 k Synopsis: You and John had just begun dating, both falling deeply in love. He had confided in you about his split personality disorder. But the second personality has never appeared until today.

As you stood in the kitchen, deftly chopped vegetables for a salad, the sudden knock on the door startled you. With a jolt, the knife blade slipped, nicking your finger and eliciting a hiss of pain. You watched as blood emerged from the tip of your finger, flowing steadily. Swiftly, you brought it to your lips, sucking on the wound and tasting the distinct metallic tang in your mouth.

Glancing through the window, you caught sight of black Dodge Charger outside. A faint smile briefly appeared on your lips, distracting you from the throbbing ache in your finger. The unexpected visitor was John.

Hurrying to the door, you hastily wiped your hands on a nearby towel before swinging it open. There stood John, rugged and confident, his dark hair swayed in the breeze.

"John," you greeted with a warm smile, meeting his burgundy red eyes.

"Y/N," he replied in his low raspy voice, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "Apologies for the unexpected visit. Just passing through, thought I'd say hi."

"Come in," you welcomed, your heart quickening as John entered your home."I just need to... well, you know — ," you trailed off, and he nodded in understanding. With that, you hastened back to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. John followed you, shedding his black jacket and draping it casually over the nearby chair. Walking over to the table he perched himself on the edge, observing your movements with interest.

"How was your day?" you inquired, your focus split between chopping vegetables and stealing glances at John over your shoulder. As your eyes met his, your heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze.

"Better now." In his voice was a hint of something more beneath the surface.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" you asked, attempting to redirect your attention to the task at hand, though finding it challenging with John's intense gaze fixed on you.

"Yeah."

You couldn't shake the sense that it was more than just about food.

Approaching the table from the same side where John was perched, you set a plate down. A gasp slipped from your lips when he leaned in, burying his nose in your hair and neck. Frozen in place, you were taken aback by the deliberate intensity of his deep inhale, as if he were savoring the scent of his prey before the final, deadly strike.

"You smell enticing," his voice muttered against your skin. You found yourself leaning in, irresistibly drawn to his presence and actions.

As you caught his eyes, you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. You could feel the tension between you growing.

"Thanks," you mumbled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Just grabbed some perfume at the market," you shrugged, avoiding his gaze as you focused on the plate. Your heart raced, your attempt to appear nonchalant feeling futile as you knew he could sense every beat as clearly as the ticking of the old clock on the wall. Uncertain of his next move, you awaited his response with bated breath.

Surprisingly, his sharp gaze swept over you, from head to toe, before shifting towards the kitchen counter. It was as if he silently signaled his approval for you to proceed with whatever task awaited you there.

You went to fetch the meat from the stove, and for a brief moment, the heavy tension in the air dispelled for a moment. Returning to the table, you spoke up.

"I like this smell... a combination of raspberries, musk, and—."

"Sandalwood," John interjected.

"Yeah, right," you nodded, a small, self-conscious smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you set the plate of meat down on the table. It felt kind of silly to be listing perfume components to a vampire, that left you feeling a bit foolish.

"But that's not what I'm talking about," he said calmly, his gaze locked on your face as he detached from the table. "You're bleeding."

You looked up at him and it seemed to you that he had become taller than usual. He took a step towards you. With a jolt, you realized that the cut on your finger from earlier might have reopened.

"Oh," you exclaimed softly, holding up your cut finger with a nervous giggle. "It's okay, don't worry."

He glanced at your cut finger, as if it were a minor distraction from what truly captivated him. His gaze then shifted from the wound to meet yours.

Feeling a sensation of constriction around your neck, you swallowed hard before finding the courage to speak.

"Wait you mean… " your voice trailed off, drawn and hesitant, your mind struggling to accept what he was implying, "... that bleeding?"

As you took a step back, your heart pounded with a mix of fear and confusion. The chair behind you halted, causing you to flinch at the unexpected obstacle. John’s features transform from their usual sharp and stoic demeanor to something darker, something primal and unyielding

"John, you said you won’t drink my blood," you stated, your voice trembling with uncertainty as you tried to make sense of the situation.

He took another step closer, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. You were full of conflicting emotions —fear, desire, and uncertainty all battling within you.

"It was before I…we fell in love with you," his voice low and seductive you caught a glimpse of mischievousness in his red eyes.

John took another purposeful step closer, his imposing figure growing larger, casting a shadow over you.

You made an effort to keep your composure, despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

"John, you're embarrassing me," you managed to utter as you continued to back away.

"There is no John anymore." The devilish curve of his smile unsettled you, causing your knees to weaken. "Your blood," he murmured in a hushed tone "It beckons to us… It's rich, vibrant, and intoxicating.'' His voice was low and resonant, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous hunger, "Our senses sharpen even more when it comes to you. We can detect your blood from miles away, more distinctly than any other."

"I don't think that's a great idea…" you protested weakly, your voice still trembling with uncertainty.

"We apologize, my dear. We didn't ask for your consent. We have deep feelings for you, and we yearn for your blood. We don't wish to harm you. So, we have two options. One of them is to take blood directly from your vein, but isn't that dull?"

With each step back, your heart raced, but it wasn't fear anymore, rather it was the anticipation of what lay ahead. You stumbled, then collapsed onto the couch, your breath hitching in your throat. Before you could gather your wits, he knelt between your legs, his movements deliberate and commanding as he began to unbutton your pants.

"Has John showcased his physical capabilities to you?"

"N-no." You shook your head.

He grinned in response.

"You know, John is too…" he paused, his gaze drifting as he sought the right word, "…conservative. Unlike myself. So here I am, ready to save the day."

Feeling your struggles he spoke again.

"Oh, trust me, you're going to enjoy this."

His grin, brimming with both amusement and superiority, spread across his face, slowly transforming into a smile. As his lips parted, revealing his teeth and sharp fangs, John’s unnaturally long tongue literally fell out of his mouth. It stretched out before you, twisting and writhing moving like it had a mind of its own.

Your eyes widened in shock.

"Oh shit!" you cried out, but he seemed unfazed by your surprise.

Silently, he deftly discarded both your pants and panties in one swift motion. You tensed, feeling goosebumps run across your skin. He let out a low, appreciative whistle, admiring the smooth contours of your thighs and the inviting allure of your pussy.

"Just relax," he hissed, his grip firm on your bare thighs as he drew you closer with a possessive intent, positioning his head between your thighs. They possessed an insatiable thirst for power and control, dawning that you were completely at their mercy.

"I'm not sure if —"

Your mouth fell open in amazement as he pressed his lips against your lower lips, your chin quivering slightly as you gasped for air. You grappled with his dark hair, torn between the urge to push him away or pull him closer, uncertain of your own desires at that moment. With fervent hunger, he devoured your pussy, emitting low, guttural groans of pleasure, savoring the taste of your blood.

Your craving for pleasure trumped your insecurities, leaving you unable to resist the temptation. Your fingers relaxed as you sank back into the cushions of the couch. A soft, breathy moans escaped your lips, mingling with his throaty hums.

With fervor, he skillfully sucked on your clit, hitting all the right nerves. After his tongue shifted to your throbbing entrance, making circles around it, teasing and arousing you further. His large hands firmly gripping your hips as his fingers sank into your flesh, holding you in place.

You peeked at him with your hazy eyes. His were shut, savoring the mingled taste of your blood and juices. Sensing your gaze, a mischievous grin spread across his lips as his tongue slowly slid into you, causing your toes to spread apart.

"Fuck…" you moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation.

John's long tongue explored every inch of your warmth inside, drawing gasps and writhes of pleasure from you. As it delved deeper, it seemed to grow thicker, filling you with a sensation of fullness and pressure.

His thumb began to circle your clit as his tongue fucked you, each movement driving you closer to the edge. You tilted your head back, releasing a sigh of pleasure as he found your g-spot, prompting you to synchronize your hip movements with his motions.

The climax building with each move. His pace quickened, his movements growing more intense, pushing you over the edge with a scream of pleasure. Your muscles clenched tightly around his tongue as he persisted in his ministrations. As you slowly came down from your high, you met his gaze.

His red eyes reverted to their usual stoic gaze, the smile gradually fading from his face as he withdrew from you.

"John?" you asked awkwardly as he looked at you, half-naked.

"I take it he did it," John said, rubbing his bloodstained cheek with his finger before licking it with pleasure.

You nodded in response, unable to utter a word as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

"Did he hurt you?" John asked in his usual voice, handing you your pants before rising to his feet.

You shook your head.

"Did you enjoy it?"

You nodded.

"I should've warned you. We...I was intoxicated by you," he admitted with regret in his voice.

"You should have been," you replied, finally coming to your senses and retrieving your pants.

"Are you mad at me?" John's voice softened, tentative, as if fearing your answer.

"No John, I am not," you replied, trying to reassure him with a smile.

"Thank you. And thank you for letting us to —"

"It’s okay, John," you interrupted gently, sensing his discomfort, and changed the subject, "Are you staying for dinner?"

"No," John said, slipping on his jacket. You lowered your gaze.

"Sweetheart," he lifted your chin with a bent index finger, prompting you to look at him, "I promise next time I'll stick around." You nodded as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. From your porch, you watched him head towards his car.

"Then until next time," you called after him, causing John to pause in his steps. He turned back, shooting you a mischievous glance over his shoulder.

"Until tomorrow," he replied with a smirk before continuing on his way.

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Daddy-Daughter Dance

Summary: Neville takes his girls to the Daddy daughter dance

Warning: Fluffyyyyyyy stuff Neville being an adorable father gahhhhhhh

Words: 1,724

A/N Post-it Note: I'll edit this later

"Hop on up here Charlie." Ruby instructed her youngest daughter.

Charlie did with a toothy smile on her face.

"You wanna hold the brush?" Ruby asked Charlie nodded. So Ruby gave it to her.

Ruby was helping her daughters get ready for a daddy daughter dance. They had seen the flier while going to the market one day and asked their Dad to take them. Neville of course said yes! And Ruby helped them pick out there dresses and do their hair. The girls were really excited and talked about it for weeks till the night of. Which was tonight.

Daphne was picking out her hair with a floating mirror at the kitchen table and Ruby watched her while she started to braid Charlie's hair. Her hair was naturally curly and she wore it mostly down but she wanted it to be in braided ponytails this time which Ruby was doing.

"Want your hair ties to match your dress, Charlie?"

"Yes, please!"

Ruby smiled waved her wand and the ties changed to light blue.

"Thank you, Mama!"

Charlie looked back at herself in the mirror.

Her face broke out into a smile.

"Your welcome! Now go get dressed." Charlie hopped off the chair and ran up to her room.

"Walk, please!" Ruby reminded. Charlie's steps slowed down. Then she went to help Daphne.

"It's a bit lumpy." She blew in frustration.

Ruby took her pick and showed her how to make her hair look more like a afro. Daphne listened and repeated it.

"See you got it!" Ruby patted her on the back.

Charlie came back into the room holding her dress to her chest. It was a pink tulle dress with satin ribbons as the handles that hung off her folders with a pink bow on the back. Charlie held her hair while Ruby tied the ribbons to her honey brown skin.

"You look amazing Charlie!" Daphne told Ruby nodded as well.

"Thank you!"

Daphne went to go put on her dress and came back downstairs so her Mom could zip it. Here was a champagne long sequins dress.

"You both look magnifique!" Ruby smiled.

"Thank you!"

"Put your shoes on, I'm going to go check on Daddy ok?"

Both girls responded. As Ruby went to the garden to look for Neville she found him putting his bowtie on, his black suit fit him well.

"Hey, Nev the girls are almost ready, their putting on their shoes now."

Neville nodded waving his wand across whatever he was working on the table. Ruby stepped closer to see it. And her hand went to her mouth.

It was three corsages two as a pin and one as a bracelet. Tiny sunflowers resting on babys breath, a case materialized around the smaller ones.

Ruby kissed Neville on his cheek.

"What was that for?" Neville questioned.

"For being the best Dad to our girls." Neville blushed a bit. Ruby waved her wand to tie his tie. Then gave him the keys to their car.

"I'm the lucky one." Neville mumbled as Ruby walked away back into the house.

"Dad's ready girls." Charlie bounced up and down in the balls of her feet.

Ruby gets a few pictures of Charlie and Daphne twirling around in their dresses and just being, she smiled at some of the pictures. Mars meowed his thoughts at them.

"Thanks Marzy!"

Ding Dong

Charlotte and Daphne walked to the door opening it and both gasping at their Dad.

"You look SPIFFY DADDY!!!" Charlie shrieked happily.

Daphne smiled up at her Dad. "You look good Dad!"

Neville smiled brightly. "Thank You, you two look beautiful…I've got something to go along with your beautiful dresses." Neville entered the door and handed the clear boxes to his daughters.

"Their flowers!" Daphne and Charlie giggled.

"wont they wilt, Dad?" Daphne told.

Neville shook his head no. "not to worry they'll look vibrant all night, I charmed them to."

Ruby couldn't stop herself from smiling looking at the three of them, they looked so cute! Charlie wore hers as a bracelet and Daphne had hers pinned to her dress just like her Dad. Ruby took a couple more pictures before the girls pulled on his hands to take their Dad to the car.

Neville kissed Ruby before he was out the door with his kids.

Dad's and their daughters walked through string lights that lined the hallway into the event space. The curtains were deep blue like the night sky and the carpet was twinkly too. There were people at the door welcoming everyone. There were circle tables grouped together with white tablecloths, sparkly stars hanging from the ceiling, little light decorations in bottles on the tables with dinner plates, silverware and blue napkins. In the middle of all the tables was a dance-floor. Off to the side was a place to take pictures in front of a giant crescent moon decoration and more stars behind the backdrop of "A night under the stars" words on the curtain in Neon lights. There was everything!

Neville held both his daughters hands as they walked in and saw everything their brown eyes and brown faces lit up in smiles.

"WOW!!!"

"This is nice! Look at all the decorations." Neville said.

"Where do we sit?" Charlie asked.

"Where ever you want Charlie."

"Lets sit over there." Daphne pointed to a table.

The three went over there, Neville sat down he didnt dare pull the chair out for them. He did that once when they were 5 and 6 and the bold response they both gave him was enough for him to never do it again. Ruby had cried from laughter. "I dont need you to pull my chair out Daddy! I can climb up there myself now!"

Neville was brought back out of this thoughts. To the sound of Daphne gasping in surprise.

"They have a bubble machine, Dad look!" She tapped him.

Neville looked up and bubbles were floating around in the air softly.

Wait staff began to file out of a hallway and make their way over to the tables that were full of guests already.

One walked up to their table welcomed them to the annual event, gave a run down of the evening and left them with menus before walking away.

Charlie ate her mac and cheese while she people watched, Daphne was talking to her Dad in-between bites of her chicken nuggets.

"Did you go to any dances before Dad?" Daphne asked.

"Yeah I went to one when I was at Hogwarts, it was in the middle of a tournament." Nev responded.

A familiar song comes on after dinner Neville had heard it at least a thousand times over in their home before it was one of Charlie's favorite Disney songs.

Daphne smiled while she was trying to finish her meal. Charlie on the other hand was dancing in her seat humming to the song. She tried to finish her meal before hoping off her chair dragging her sister along to go sing and dance to the family madrigal.

Charlie started to sing the words and twirl around Daphne caught her mid twirl and started to sing out loud with her.

Neville laughed at his kids silliness.

Then Daphne's favorite one came on, Neville saw her face light up & went to do his best impression of the candlestick from Beauty and the Beast. They had sung this song a million times at home and Daphne always wanted him to be Lumiere and he always played along. He started singing with some flair.

"…it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner!"

Neville says bowing to Daphne who takes her Dad's hand and continues singing and dancing to the song. He presents his other hand to Charlie and she spins and dances too.

Neville and his daughters danced and sung along to many songs before the first meaningful slow song came on. Neville looked down at both of his daughters. Both of them were staring up at him like he hung the stars in the sky. Charlie and Daphne rested their heads on his tummy. He rested each of his arms across their shoulders and swayed gently back and forth.

Neville started singing and Daphne and Charlie smiled softly and hugged him. He smiled and was remincing on every moment he had with them since they were born. Baking with Daphne, walking them through his garden, reading to them, picking them up when they fell, watching them play, tucking them into bed at night. Neville sniffled they were only 7 and 8 but man they were growing up fast. They'd be out of charms school in a few years and off to wherever they choose. He wanted to bottle this moment forever, he loved being their Dad.

"Daddy!" Charlie called.

Neville snapped out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Lottie?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Lottie, I love you and Daphne more than you'll ever know."

To commemorate the night they took a picture against the background they'd be back every year till they didn't want to go anymore. Charlie had started to fall asleep on the drive home. Neville glanced back at them in the backseat Daphne was looking out the window trying to stay awake and her sister was out like a light. Neville undid his bow-tie as he pulled in to their long driveway. He picked up Charlie she nuzzled her head into his neck. He took out his wand and unlocked the door with a flick of his wand.

Ruby was inside reading a book, when she saw Nev and her kids walk in. Her face softened at Lottie asleep in her husbands arms. she pointed to her room, pecking his lips while he carried Charlie up the stairs.

Ruby unzipped Daphne and she went up the stairs to their shared bedroom too. Both girls fell asleep soundly. Neville waved his wand and Pjs conjured on both of them. He kissed them both and left their room.

"You're getting a Best Dad mug for Fathers Day this year for sure." Ruby quirked.

Neville smiled.

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