#꒰ঌ drabbles.ᐟ ໒꒱

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reiner braun drives a big, fat, expensive fucking tonka. it’s coating is this sleek cherry red, and the leathery interior is large & cozy enough to do just about anything; propping up your pedicured feet, storing your vast collection of shopping bags ( courtesy of reiner’s pretty little black card ) with extra space to spare, and sprawling out the passengers seat far to take a ‘comfortable enough’ nap. there’s also room for much more— when rei’s feeling gracious enough to give into your advances, which happens more often then not, he’ll park his precious vehicle aside, pull the both of you into the backseat with giggles and brisk touches, and thoroughly fuck you upon onyx leather.

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Hiiii! Hope you are well!

Hey I know you are Alucard's number 1 fan🥰 but I was wondering if you would consider writing something (maybe smutty🫣) for us girlies who prefer his daddy.

Sincerely, a Vlad girlie!!

as much as i adore adrian, i cant deny that he gets half of those looks from his father . . . dracula lovers surely deserve a treat too, so here’s a little handful of hcs for papa vlad >.<

protective to the very ends of the earth, is what he is. vlad’s doting to the point where it could come across as concern— but when you have the very king of the undead as your beloved, there isn’t much to fear.

with a man of his stature, over seven feet with the broadest shoulders, largest hands and coldest gaze, just know that the size kink is turned all the way on. though he has to crouch a bit lower to just kiss you, he’ll always make sure to meet you where you stand and shower you in his affection.

let’s give a reminder as to why the people call this man the ‘impaler,’ because he’s packing enough to pull at least five orgasms from you. vlad’s a good 220 cm tall, of course he’d have so much to offer you in bed. there, he takes things ever so slowly; interlacing his hands with yours, careful of his claws, while his other cold palm goes to press against your waist, pulling you into his imposing frame. firm muscle and cool flesh is what you feel when in his grasp. his thrusts are paced, thoughtful, and just enough to make you writhe and mewl beneath him. his goatee grazes your skin as he comes to plant a kiss to your forehead, his breathing heavy and rasped. vlad groans out his endearment, hips throttling forward to slam into yours. as you hold onto him for dear life, legs entangling behind his waist, he goes on to whisper how greatly he loves you.

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i think adrian would get hard just from cuddling with you

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș!

❤︎ ₊ ˙ ⊹ 900+ words of . . . nsfw/smut, alucard x fem!reader ( black coded! ) established relationship, spooning, unprotected sex, creampie, minors shoo!

the simplest of affections are enough to rile up the poor man. what can he say? he’s a devoted lover! when you’re underneath the silken sheets of alucard’s grand bed, with him spooning you from behind, his arms wrapped around your middle as your body heat radiates off of him, he can’t help but grow . . . excited. he doesn’t think he could react any other way, being this close and intimate with a beautiful woman he loves.

adrian’s lean hips shift a little against your backside, and it isn’t long until you notice the his stirring cock prodding at you, settled between your clothed asscheeks. you can feel the subtle, steady pulse of his underside through your flimsy nightgown. you hum knowingly, feeling your own arousal grow, and he meekly apologizes with a deep, airy whisper to your ear. you welcome it, though; reaching behind you to slink your arm between your bodies, all to grab hold of him through his pyjamas.

adrian’s breath catches in his throat, holding back a rising groan, and you turn over a little to send him a sweet smile, one that embarrassingly makes his cock jump. god, he always reacts to every little thing you do; you just seem to have that effect on him. your fingers curl around the length of him, tugging down and swirling back up with a pace that makes his hips buck into the warmth of your soft palm. there’s a glint in your eye as you work him, one that shows him you want this— want him.

you steadily jerk his throbbing cock, and his grasp on your hips only grows tighter with every stroke. slippery precum spurts out from his mauve-pink tip and dribbles down, wetting your fingers as they massage his shaft. adrian doesn’t think he can take this for much longer— at this rate, he’ll end up orgasming from your hand alone. alucard pants into the crook of your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin there. his moans have a delicious rasp to it, and the shameless sound makes you throb.

“wanna put you inside,” is your soft confession, and who is he to deny you? the thought of being enveloped by your warm, tight cunt is enough to make his mouth water. he flits out his tongue to swipe over his fangs, releasing a shaky breath.

“of course, my love,” adrian gives in, flipping up the hem of your silk-white nightdress. his large palm encompasses the fat of your ass, kneading and squeezing before he goes to hold his cock at the base, lining up with your quivering hole. he starts slow when pressing it in, your wet entrance kissing his sensitive cockhead. adrian sinks in deeper, and he swears he could cum solely off of hearing you whine out his name so sweetly.

alucard kisses the delicate skin of your neck, his hand lifting up your side to cup your left breast and graze over your pebbled nipples. he starts making good work of you; fucking into you from behind, sucking love marks onto the delicate canvas of your flesh. he’s panting into your neck, and the feeling of his cock driving into you with such an undoing pace has you moaning out, rutting your ass back into him as a feeble attempt to match his thrusts. the momentum of his pistoning hips soon grows restless, almost overpowering.

resounding smacks of his pelvis to your backside begin to fill the room and echo off the walls. it’s almost as loud as both your sounds combined; his shuddering breaths and your broken mewls. his quickened pounding makes your back arch further, ass jutting out and rippling against his plunging hips. he slinks his hand forward, swiping the pads of his fingers against your needy clit, pressing tight circles into the puffy nub. “a—adrian!” you cry out, trying to pivot your face around to kiss him.

you’re then blessed with the sight of your beautiful husband. there’s beading sweat built up at his hairline, stray blonde hairs that have fallen into his face, the seductive flutter of his lashes, a scatter of blush that’s overtaken his cheeks, and his pale-pink lips that are trapped underneath his sharp gleaming teeth before your mouth desperately collides with his.

you moan into his mouth, and adrian takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, his thin blonde brows drawn downwards when he feels you clench around him. he pulses in return, swapping spit and suckling at your lower lip, swallowing up all the pretty sounds that pour from you. you feel yourself toppling over the edge, and it isn’t long until you’re creaming all over his cock. you let go with a silent gasp and your eyes screwed shut. he fucks you through it and lovingly coos into your ear, staring into your face when you convulse around him; your plush, agape lips, the cute furrow of your brows, and he glances a bit lower to ogle the delicious curve of your spine down to your butt.

a few more pumps and adrian finds himself unraveling. a raspy moan is what marks his climax, lowly whines falling from him when he cums. his tight grasp around your waist is still there, though it loosens with the dazed sensation that comes tug an orgasm. you bask in the feeling of his warm cum spurting into your womb, filling you up nicely. you pout once he slips out of you, a stream of cum spilling down your puffy cunt.

alucard frees out a deep sigh; one of content. again, you tip your head back to kiss him, a calmer one this time. he returns your affections with gentle pecks, mumbles “i love you’s” onto the soft pillow of your lips, caressing the curving plane of your hips. he’s sure that you both know he couldn’t possibly get enough of you.

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Wait imagine being enemies to lovers with alucard

now, i love the sound of this! ( i think about it more than i should, tbh . . .) a mostly harmless , banter-like dynamic is what comes to mind, similar to what he’s got going on with trevor. you’re a sharp woman with an even sharper mouth, and as much as he admires your tenacity, alucard isn’t one to hold back from delivering his own petty retorts. you throw jabs at the vampiric man, and more often than not, he’ll bite.

at times, real disagreements ensue— over the proper way to effectively kill night creatures, how to reduce any casualties, how you think he’s passive, and how he sees you to be so incredibly brash. you’re defensive about doing things your way, as is he. you know how two people are just going at each other’s throats until they’ve found themselves face to face, chests heaving from the heat of their argument? yeah, that’s exactly where you find yourself now; alucard standing only inches before you, blonde brows drawn together with his cheeks dusted red from what you assume to be boiling rage.

once you finally acknowledge how slim the proximity between you is, you step away and coil your expression into one of distaste, attempting to mask the thrill of having him so close that his nose almost brushed yours. “you’re disgustingly pretentious,” you try snapping at him, though he can hear that bitter, mocking tone of your diminish. is it just him, or is he catching onto a bit of . . . softness? from someone like you, towards someone like him? it couldn't be. you can hardly stand him, anyway. he's sure that the only one harboring any affections, even in the slightest, is him. as much as you boil his blood and make his head spin, you're also able to make him laugh, motivate him to new heights. not that he'd ever admit it, though. you'd probably punch him square in the face.

“and you're far too stubborn. it wouldn't kill you to adapt, you know." he grunts, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. would it be wrong of you to admit just how beautiful he is? "it might. i surely won't be taking my chances," you bump past him using your shoulder, and he scoffs upon impact. just as you attempt to zoom past the man, his lithe hand encircles your wrist and pulls you back into him.

against the wall is where you find yourself, with his tall, firm body keeping you pressed there. alucard's grasp is unrelenting, and he's far too strong for you to even try pulling away. his long, golden hair drapes over you, curtaining over you so that the only thing you can see is his cold, glowing eyes. "must you make everything so . . . fucking difficult?" you pray he can't hear it; the erratic thumping of your heart.

“unhand me, you fuck.” he does not. you've pushed him to the edge for the very last time. "why on earth do i put up with you?" he sourly chuckles, as though he's asking himself rather than you. he watches your shaken gaze scour his entire face— from his piercing eyes to his pale-pink lips. you're staring, hard. he much rather prefers gaining this kind of attention from you.

“then don't. i never asked you to." you spit, trying to yank away with no avail. he only shakes his head, closing in on you. at this rate, his lips and your own could practically touch.

“i can’t just leave you alone,” he rasps. you listen with a deep pause, and your breath is caught in your throat. “haven’t you noticed? as irksome as your company is, i can’t seem to go without it.” you finally understand— alucard, of all people, has taken a liking to you.

“so, you’re attached?” your laughter is taunting, and somehow, he’s come to love it. “unhealthily so.” he breathes out. his bottom lip grazes yours, and you shudder at even the slightest contact. god, how he’s already ruined you. “and what exactly will you do about that, alucard?” you call his name with a feigned amount of spite, and your lashes flutter up at him in that provoking way . . . fuck, he can feel himself getting harder beneath his trousers. alucard gives you this particular look, and that’s how you know he won’t be telling you— the man’s about to take initiative and show you, just as you’re always telling him to.

a deep, breathless kiss is what you get in response, one where his mouth are pressed to yours in a way where you can bite at his lower lip and he can groan into your mouth. he knew you’d like it this way— messy, heated, desperate. you suck at his tongue and cup his face, breaking away only after you’ve gotten a proper taste of him. you feel something firm nudge your thighs, and it gets you to peer down and take notice of his apparent bulge, straining at his fitted black pants.

“god, you’re pathetic,” your lips curve into a smile, teasingly taking his bottom lip between your teeth. you bring your knee up to press against his crotch, and his moan comes out sounding so broken. only the stars above could explain why your insults rouse him as much as they do. alucard pecks your lips once, then twice, with a quickness he knows will leave you chasing for more.

“for you, perhaps i am.”

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i love the new theme!! any hcs on our fav vamp having a crush/being jealous? <3

why thank you, nonnie! ❤︎ you’re speaking of that darling angel of a man alucard, i presume? i definitely have a thought or two on jealousy when it comes to him >\\<

this man’s jealousy could burn as fiery-hot as the sun’s raging core, but the one thing he’ll never, ever think to do is show it.

alucard simply isn’t one for disclosing his feelings, and he fears that he’ll come off as childish or insecure if he were to openly admit, so he’d just rather to keep it to himself altogether.

see, he thinks you’re unable to tell; that he appears indifferent. oh, is he wrong. you’re able to read that man of yours like a book with its pages opened flat-out. adrian can keep quiet all he likes, but the tick in his jaw, the grit of his teeth, and the deep grunt coming from his throat is palpable.

this is what he finds to be a completely eye-twitching instance: he takes you, his dear lover, to a nearby pub. it’s just to treat you to something different from the castle’s collection of white whine that the pair of you have emptied down to the very last barrel. this should be nice, he’d thought. a new scenery should be refreshing.

he’d been meaning to enjoy your company, is all. that’s why it takes him by the utmost surprise to see a drunken, grubby man smile at you, hooting your way and staring you down with what disgusts alucard to identify as lust. had he not seen him there, seated right beside you? practically glued to your hip, as he always is? it’s obvious enough to tell; the pair of you are an item. what makes it even worse is that your blatant ‘no’s’ and ‘screw off’s’ don’t even begin to discourage his advances in the slightest.

adrian’s this close to bearing his teeth like a shining dagger. it’d be his silent threat of ripping a throat straight out— but that isn’t of his nature. he conceals it, composes himself well enough for any beer-lapping simpletons not to notice the anger pouring out of him in waves. besides, you’re here, after all, and you’d have his head for inciting unnecessary violence anyway.

it’s happened a good two times now; which is more than enough to make alucard grow red in the face (surely not by the alcohol,) and begin death-glaring any man who ever so thinks to pay you the slightest glance. his quiet promise of pain to them is what buys you a few moments of peace.

“do you wish to leave?” adrian asks expectantly, his lips to your ear as he leans into you, trying his best to sound sweet. you can still make out that strain of distress, the traces of it within his low voice. he tries to play it off as a safety concern, though he knows how well you can handle yourself. it’s simply jealousy, bubbling up and catching in his throat. his pronounced adam’s apple bobs as he dryly swallows, as though trying to gulp the feeling down.

“it’s fine, my love.” you brush it off, bringing your drink to your mouth and taking a generous sip. “we can’t allow a few pigs to ruin our night, now can we?” he lets out a lowly ‘as you wish,’ and settles on keeping his arm looped around your waist for the rest of the night. that’s the most he’ll show of any possessive feelings.

though, you notice; how his grip subconsciously tightens around your waist, bringing you as close as he can get you to be. his fingers, long and lithe, twitch with a cool, silent anger, drumming against the width of your hip as he holds you. it isn’t often that he grows this way, no. it’s just moments such as these that truly cause adrian to lose his fucking wits.

you pressing a kiss to his cheek is always more than enough to soothe him. it’s like you can feel the tension dissipate from his very form. “you’re mine, and i am yours.” you reassure, hand resting at his lap. a little nod is all he gives in reply. though you know, it was just the thing he needed.

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not you literally feeding all the hungry alucard fans😋

thank you sm for your charitable acts! wonderful writing, as always. i’d love to ask your thoughts or imagines? is it called? anyways, i’m just too shy😣 have a beautiful dayyy

i loveee being able to add my two cents to the castlevania community, especially for adrian! even though the fandom’s kinda tiny, i’m glad to know that there are those out there who enjoy what i put out for him, especially since he’s my obvious favorite and i’ll definitely be writing much more for him >.< as for thoughts of him, i have plenty to share! though i’ll just start off with a few:

adrian’s actually quite fashionable! i like to believe that he’s great at sewing and tailoring; courtesy of his parents, especially lisa, teaching him almost every important skill under the sun. a fun little headcanon of mine is that he’s the very one who made that famous black coat of his! for you, he crafts dresses of fine silks & vibrant colors, and it warms his heart to see you looking so pretty in them, the shade flattering your complexion with the neckline settled low, nicely showing off your collarbone and bust. give him a little spin, won’t you? just know he’ll be slipping it off of you later that night . . .

adrian loves self-care days with you more than anything! washing each other’s hair, soaking in the tub together, gently giving and receiving massages, all of it. the whole thing just feels so calming and intimate. you having enough trust to bare your most natural version of yourself to him is what he truly appreciates. it also helps that you two always have much fun on your pampering days! more often than not, you end up making love with him in the tub . . or, on the bed, where he’s taking his sweet time lotioning your body with sweet-smelling herbal creams. or, over the sink, where you’re rinsing the soap from his golden hair . . . the pair of you just can’t stay away from each other, to put it simply! don’t you worry, though; after it all, adrian will make sure to clean you right back up >.<

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Headcanons with Isaac the forge master, 👀?

NSFW, fluffy, just anything you might want. 🥰

now i like this ask!!! it’s not often that i get to talk about my favorite forgemaster ❤︎

he is the most patient, giving man on planet earth, i believe. isaac is extremely slow to anger, and hardly anything upsets him. if you’re getting bratty or frustrated about anything, even if it’s towards him (which i highly doubt because this man is calm, respectful, just about perfect), he’ll simply calm your nerves with a thoughtful, delicate kiss. that’s how he solves every problem and gets his way with you lol. he takes advantage of it, but nobody’s complaining, right! his way of waking you in the morning when you’re tired and refuse to leave the bed? a kiss to your pouting lips. you’re convinced that his love works actually magic; perhaps even more than his hammer >.<

isaac is very adamant about your health, even if he doesn’t seem to care half as much for his own. he’s picking fresh berries to assort a fruit bowl just for you, and yes, he does expect you to finish it. he’s just incredibly caring and thoughtful when it comes to his lover, and he won’t hesitate to put you first at all times!

speaking of ‘putting you first’ . . . your pleasure matters most to him, especially in bed. he couldn’t care less whether or not he’s reached an orgasm of his own or not, all isaac wants is for you to let go, give into him, and get your fill. such a selfless man, i say! he’s eating you out, playing with your clit, and stroking into you just right; three of your climaxes ensue before he’s even halfway there, and he prefers it that way. you’re the priority, he believes. besides, between the both of you, isaac is sure you look much prettier when you cum, anyway.

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what do you think are alucard's favourite types of kisses? i feel like he'd love to pepper you with sweet kisses all over every inch of your skin but suddenly give you a long drawn out one

now this is the kinda shit i wanna talk about lol! good question, nonnie >.< personally, i imagine adrian to be a slow, sensual kisser. he takes his time, slots his lips up to yours so that they’re perfectly mingled, sweetly licks at your lower lip, and pries your pretty mouth open with the gentle entrance of his tongue. he swipes it against yours, suckling on the tip of your tongue with a small, rumbly moan. when this man kisses you, he becomes absolutely enraptured. his breathing goes heavy, those large palms of his are at your waist, kneading at the flesh of your hips . . . something intended to be a small act of affection always blooms into so much more with alucard. he just can’t help himself— his appetite for you never curbs. all in all, he's a deep and thorough kisser for most part. the rare occasions where his kisses grow quicker and feisty are when he's making love to you, and he can no longer bring himself to remain poised; not when you’re moaning and whining beneath him, hot to the touch and slippery-wet at your very core. along with every desperate thrust, he’ll nip, bite, suck and kiss without any inhibitions, and you like the change of pace. if you’re in the mood for his more . . eager side, you’ll make sure to bed him more often <3

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Does he eat you on ur period?

to answer your question, nonnie; yes. he. does! adrian loves to eat you out, and a little bit of blood isn’t going to deter him. it’s in his vampiric nature, after all— if anything, you being on your cycle makes it all the more enjoyable for him, which means he’s got even more vigor to please you. the distinct, metallic scent you give off makes his mouth water, and alucard doesn’t think he can ever get enough. he’ll lick you clean and part from your reddened, swollen lips with his golden eyes hooded and a bloodied smile, the taste of you still fresh on his tongue. quickly, he’ll run the pink muscle over his gleaming fangs and wipe them clean of the crimson that stain them.

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Headcanons about Jin 👀 self-ship, NSFW, anything!

ooh, how fun! >.< i think that jin is:

surprisingly clingy, in more of a physical way. he’s always got an arm wrapped around your waist, strewn across your shoulder, or a heavy, calloused hand on your ass. he prefers not having to say much, letting his touchiness show that you belong to one another.

a great cook! since his mother wasn’t the best at it, he taught himself how to whip up meals from scratch. this man should be a chef instead of a fighter, i tell you! his talent in the kitchen is bizarre. you promise to make him wear a ‘kiss the cook’ apron one day >.<

i’m gonna say it . . . he loves outdoor sex; particularly in the forest! to him, it’s quiet, serene, and private; the perfect setting for intimacy. there’s also a lesser chance of any disturbances. fucking you against a tree then rinsing off in the nearest waterfall is definitely on his checklist.

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now what do YOU think Richter's favorite way to kiss? ;3c

i think richie’s favorite type of kisses are fast and desperate, as if he wants to eat you alive and savor the taste of you. he’ll lick into your mouth and groan against your lips, prying then open so he can stick his tongue inside and make a complete mess out of you. this belmont kisses you with this sense of vigor and passion, like he’s trying to make the moment count. his grasp on your waist is fervent, and he’ll lead you back into a wall just so he can make out with you in the nastiest way and give you no escape, sucking on your tongue and nibbling at your lips. it’s as though his energy rolls off of him in waves, and you can tell that he’d be able to do this all night. his slower, more thoughtful kisses usually come around after sleeping with each other, or when you’re first waking up in the morning. in both instances, he’s drowsy and lightheaded but all he knows is that he needs your lips on his. so he takes it easy, softly kisses your mouth with low moans and a hand kneading your ass from beneath the sheets <333

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Imagine Richter stealing glances at you ( the same way he did with annette! ) his shy glances and the small blushes on his cheeks each time you caught him 🩵🩵

witnessing the ever-so proud richter belmont in a state of pining is, by far, the most endearing way you’ve ever seen him. it’s like he can hardly bear to look you in the face these days . . . you’re conversing with him, looking straight ahead as you ramble on about the topic of interest. it’s only when you turn his way that you realize he’s been gazing at you throughout. a frantic little echo, ‘ fuck, ’ is his first word of thought. when your eyes lock with his own sky-blue ones that twinkle with admiration, it’s only a matter of time before he tears his face away and stares at your surroundings; the thick, chestnut-brown curls atop his head thwipping with his sudden motion. you suppose that maritime pine tree standing overhead is all the more interesting to him than the conversation you two were having. it’s cute, that air of bashfulness that overtakes him. he clears his throat like sticky-sweet marmalade’s been caught in it. with his head turned, the most you can make out is the reddening tips of his ears, his bobbing adam’s apple and the tightness of his jaw. as much as he tries to hide it, you take note of the sprinkle of crimson blush that’s scattered across his cheeks. this has happened for, what, the fifth time? you make it a habit to tease him of how bashful he’s become. poor, lovesick richter . . . he thinks that he’s coming off as suave and enigmatic, but oh, do you see right through him. after all, he’s just a boy in love ❤︎

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hiii! love the influx of posts <3 your last ask had me giggling and kicking my feet back. i hope you’ve been well and that the summer heat isn’t overbearing! any thoughts on how our fav vamp yearns? i feel like he’d put any other man to shame— though, anything he does already has that effect. have a lovely week!! :))

why thank you, nonnie! i’m glad to know you’re liking my content for lulu >.< the heat’s been crazy lately, but daydreaming of adrian could fix me right up 🤍

i think that alucard yearns with so much tenacity. his desire would just be so palpable, like you could feel the very tension of it wafting throughout the air. it’s in his low voice, in the close stance he takes beside you, in his glowing eyes that don’t tear away from your face, your frame. adrian wears his heart on his sleeve; moreso, his hunger. the way he grabs onto you and caresses your body already has you caving, ready to give him whatever he pleases. you can never bring yourself to deny such a beautiful man.

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i knew you were the right person to talk about the kisses! another thing i wonder is if alucard is willing to admit that he does find your neck rather attractive. does he prefer not to think of the implications or does he not mind as much? my headcanon is that the 'forbidden' aspect of that attraction makes it stronger and more appealing but idk

omg nonnie you sent in the kissy ask! 🤍 as for this, i think adrian’s fetish would definitely be the nape/base of your neck. whether it’s his vampiric nature or simply something he’s naturally got a liking for, we can’t be sure. but just know that once you tie your hair up and expose the slender slope of your neck, this man is done for. he wants to kiss you there, suck blooming love marks onto the supple flesh . . . and one day, if you’d allow him for the sake of some kinky play, alucard surely wouldn’t mind sinking his fangs into the smooth crook of your neck and tasting of you.

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I have a headcanon that Isaac likes giving love bites. He's usually so serious and respectful but sometimes he lets himself act mischievous. What do you think?

you’re onto something, nonnie! isaac can be very cheeky when he wants to be . . . sucking upon your flesh with teasing vigor until his lips release, leaving a blooming bruise of affection in its wake. the marks form to become this deep, rosy-purple; the perfect color to represent the passion and love he feels for you. the man’s collected, and he initially doesn’t seem like the marking type. isaac himself wouldn’t admit it, but maybe it’s a thing of possession— him wanting others to know that he entirely belongs to you; and that you offer the soft canvas of your body unto him.

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imagine a threesome w eren n reiner in a way thats like ‘lets see who can make her cum more’ 🏃🏾‍♀️

my favorite shingeki boys in one place? how yummy >.< I truly think rei and rennie are the perfect duo; with reiner being all grounded ‘n devoted, he’ll work to please you most . then there’s eren, eager and unpredictable, who’s just itching to tease you. both of them are polar opposites, but that’s exactly why a night with those two would be the time of your life!!! want them both badlyyyy (i swear i’m gonna write a smutfic about this one day . . . i will !!!)