#Castlevania fanfiction

[pinkmirth]

What kinks do you think each Castlevania man would have? Asking for a science project

⸻ WANT & NEEDS!

MY LOVE NOTE! 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ oooh, kinks you say? >< glad you asked, nonnie! for scientific purposes only, of course . . .

CONTAINS . . . 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ multi castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, hector forgemaster, isaac forgemaster, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; praise, body worship, breeding, power play (dom/sub), edging, bdsm (flogging), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread (apologies for any typos!), minors shoo!

ALUCARD!

praise • he wants— no, needs to hear the effect he has on you. is he doing well? do you want it faster? are these brittle-cold hands of his any good at handling your body? it’s all he wants; to hear those sweet, sweet words tumble from your lips and grace his ears. words of affirmation is what adrian holds onto dearly. tell him you love him, just voice it out through a whisper, and he’ll melt into you with the loudest moan you’ve ever pried from him. his sounds will heighten, pace increased with a surge of fervor, a fueled drive to please you. yes, he likes being sweet-talked when it’s coming from his beloved. flatter him a bit, and he’ll surely give you a night to remember.

oh my god i’m so sorry but I’m adding another for my favorite man; body worship! • adrian is all about devotion. once he’s invested in anything, in you, he pours in everything he has to offer. alucard doesn’t take it lightly; you trusting him enough to be so vulnerable as to getting intimate with him. unclothing with him. touching yourself before him. joining your body with his own . . . letting his cock press its way into your tight, delicate entrance. it’s an honor, and he sees it as such. his lips never leave your skin, kissing along your neck as he rolls his hips into you, fucking deep into your warmth. ‘thank you,’ he whimpers, tone low but light as a whisper, ‘thank you, my love . . .’ his hands, big and cold, trail along your hips, against your tummy, around your ass, anywhere he can grace with his cool touch. he likes when you voice your approval of him, but loves to praise you all the more.

TREVOR!

breeding • there’s no denying; it took this man no time at all to get sypha pregnant! and god, if that doesn’t convince you, than nothing else can. he fucks with reckless abandon, and finishes inside as it’s his favorite place to do so. he’ll keep you stuffed with him, cock pulsing from within you as he uses your pliant womb to empty his fat balls of the last spurt of his thick, potent cum. there’s a dopey grin he carries knowing that he’s thoroughly fucked a baby into you. perhaps he isn’t destined to be the only remaining survivor of the house of belmont, after all.

RICHTER!

flogging • he doesn’t like to punish you. no, not at all. but seemingly, you quite enjoy receiving it. when you’re working up a fit just to gauge his reaction, richter knows what to do. the unnecessary attitude, sharp mouth, huffy noises— you just want to be spanked. and so, he throws you over his lap, bunches up the frilly layers of your skirt, and allows his handheld flogging toy, purchased for moments like these, to fall upon the jiggling flesh of your round ass. you moan from the pain, and his cock throbs from beneath his trousers. again, it lashes against your bum and the contact makes you jolt in his lap, trembling over his thighs and dripping all over his flogger toy. it’s almost . . . beautiful, watching the sting of pleasure bloom into a faint, lasting red on your supple skin.

HECTOR!

power play • he may be on top, but you’re holding onto the reins. telling him to slow down, speed up, drive into you deeper; it’s all up to you. and oh, is he quick to listen. he’s a pretty little thing— handsome, intelligent, obedient. he aims for your pleasure much more than his own, sneaking beneath layers of fabric to eat you out, determined to make you cum from the swipe of his tongue alone. he isn’t just doing it because you asked, no. he likes the tug of your fingers weaves through his hair, pushing his face further into your dripping cunt. he likes to be used, to be lead, to feel no regret for being vulnerable. you’re sure of what you want from hector and find no shame in demanding for more, blessing him with the direction he so desperately needs.

ISAAC!

edging • isaac simply likes the control it gives, and who is he to turn away from exercising the art of pure discipline? he feels you fluttering around him, sounds growing pitchier as you try and fuck yourself on his cock. it’s easy for him to keep you still in this angle, as he’s kneeling above you and you’re laid on your back, peering up at him with lust-blown eyes and the most desperate expression he’s ever come across. a large hand of his grabs your face, and sternly. his thrusts come to a stop. to that, you whine, but he doesn’t fucking care. you’ll learn some self-control, he’ll make sure of it; even if he’s stuffed you full and the dick has you going brainless.

DRACULA!

soft sex • dare i say this man is vanilla as fuck? he just wants to please, and coddles you throughout it all with his imposing frame. he makes up for his cold touch with the safety and experience his large hands have to offer. vlad craves pure intimacy; nothing extreme, just pure bliss.

[2kyo7]

♱ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 ♱ | SOLEIL

pairing ; adrian tepes , trevor belmont , sypha belnades x female reader

ཐི ➥ summary ; As the world begins to pay the toll of Dracula's rage, four unlikely heroes must band together and defeat him--no matter the price.

warnings ; swearing

notes ; hopefully the dialogue reads accurate to how the characters actually talk in the series😓😓. Lmk what u guys think!!

ONCE LEAVING ALUCARD's TOMB Sypha wished her people many sorrowful goodbyes, watching for the first time as they traveled somewhere she could not. Soon they themselves would too depart from Gresit and in turn leave for west where their destination rested in between the territories of both OTTOMAN and MOLDAVIA.

Admittedly the journey was...unfavorable to say the least, paths were thick with snow and ice—turning their fires into signals for enemies which hid in the cover of night. Conversation was admirable, but only when Trevor and Alucard were not knee deep in conflict (which happened more often than not).

After yet another disagreement, Sypha attempted to lighten the atmosphere with questions. "Soooo Savior, how exactly do you know of this true blood? And how are you so sure they'll help us?" He released a drawn sigh and look towards the pile of burning wood before him, "we aren't exactly going to meet just one pure blooded vampire—this is a family of them."

Trevor was quick to sit up in protest, but Alucard held out a hand, almost pleading with the man to stay silent for just a moment. "They are family friends... or once were, before my father had a falling out with the family's head." His face became tense with focus as if it was painful to recall such years ago. "The fight wasn't anything extravagant or gruesome—pure bloods' consider themselves above such 'unnecessary brutality' in their words, but we've never spoken another word to each other since."

Alucard clenched his fist in frustration, to keep himself from saying the unthinkable. "Anyhow, they won't slaughter us when we step onto their doorstep if that's what you're thinking, by the time we get there they'll probably be full off lunch." Sypha huffed before crossing one arm over the other.

"You never answered my second question, are you so sure they'll help us—pure blooded vampires are still vampires nonetheless." Alucard placed a hand between his brows where a wrinkle formed, "I'm not."

"Oh bloody Christ almighty!" Trevor held quiet for long as he knew how, now standing from his icy snow bed he threw his arms high in the air. "We're out here in fucking god knows where about to walk into the god forbidden den of an apex predator! JUST MY LUCK!" Alucard scoffed at what he could only describe as a tantrum, "we need a true blood Belmont, whether you soil over yourself at the thought or not. Now as I've said, it's possible they'll refuse to join us, but in any case they won't kill us. That I'm sure enough of."

"Trevor you quite literally kill vampires for a living, how much different can these pure bloods be?" Sypha shrugged her shoulders in confusion, not exactly exhilarated by the idea of the human race depending on the choice of a single unworldly being. "Oh! I don't know speaker, maybe because they're a 100 times faster, stronger, not to mention smarter then your average run-of-the-mill vamps."

"Like I've said time again, there will be no fight."

"Sure, because we'll already be maggot food before we can get a single word out."

And here they go again, Sypha watched them bicker like children over the last slice of bread—how much longer will she have to put up with this? The more they fought, the angrier she became until eventually water appeared from thin air to slightly soak the two. "What in heaven's name?"—"What the hell!" They shout in union, "Enough! Both of you! We have a long journey ahead and none of your childish yelling will get us there any quicker."

With that concluded the conversation for the night's entirety, Sypha slept soundly knowing there wouldn't be any interrupting noise while Trevor nearly froze to death, his lifeline, the glowing fire in front of him. Though Alucard had his fill on slumber, this wouldn't be of any use as he too clung tight to any of the warmth provided to him that unfortunate night.

After nearly a week of tireless walking during the day while constantly having to fight off hoards of unearthly creatures at night, the trip was proving quite testing. But there efforts were not in vain, finally they'd made it, relishing in their success as a great wooden sign nailed neatly onto high gates read: Welcome to LAVATRIS—population 4,500.

Before they even attempted to make their presence known a man rose from above the gate's entrance, his appearance was a bit disheveled, he had been dressed much too casually to be an official guard of any sort. "State your names and business with Lavatris." His voice was monotone, like he was bored beyond comparison. The three of them looked around to another for a moment, "Ahem. We are stopping by for some shelter...we've been walking for a many days and are terribly exhausted."

The guard stared down upon them with a look of doubt, but prying any further might've killed him. So with a wave of his hand the gates rumbled loudly against ground flooring, opening up just enough for the three of them to pass. "Don't cause any trouble or we'll kill you—blah blah blah." Once entering the gate began to close just as soon as it opened, "that was odd..to say the least."

"Didn't even matter what we woulda said to the fucker, what kind of security is that? I'll be surprised if this town wasn't a complete sh—" Trevor's assumptions had been cut short at the sight of the city. It's streets were bustling and busy, everywhere you looked had been a different story. People were smiling, playing, loving, exactly opposite of what they'd grown accustomed to in Gresit.

Walking along the streets they were in awe, music played on every corner, new smells of delicious foods anytime you turned, it's almost like they had been disconnected from what went on in the outside world. "The city's always been like this," Alucard spoke, a small grin protruding on his face. "These people have been protected by vampire royalty for generations, and in turn they are food pens."

"Tch like a dog on a leash." Trevor said through muffled anger, hands knee deep in his pockets as he looked around with disgust. "No like a fair trade. True bloods value status, and this proves it—having their meals ready to eat whenever they need, without the hunt? That's lavish living for any vampire." Alucard once again contradicts Trevor's statements with venom on his tongue.

"So these pure bloods don't hunt at all?" Sypha inquired, the happy aura becoming almost contagious as she too found herself smiling. "Not in this city, they travel to surrounding areas if they’re feeling extra peckish."'

Deeper they traverse into the city of Lavatris each part being as lively as the rest. "For heaven's sake I need a drink." Trevor dashed towards the ale vendor, slamming down about three gold coins onto the wooden surface below. "Can't you wait a moment's more? Their home is just through this passing."

"Alucard's right Trevor," she snatched the currency in her hands before the vendor could collect, sending them an apologetic look. "The fate of humanity is resting on our shoulders, and all you can think of is a drink?"

He groaned, appearing as if he would combust at any moment now, mumbling beneath his breath: "At the very least wanted a cold one before I died."

They would begin to walk up a steep hill overrun with large trees the size of mountains that have long since lost their coverage caused by the unforgiving winter season. As they continue to march forwards, a dark grand castle begun to shown through, easily seen in deep contrast with the bright evening sky and nature's frosty white blanket. Breathtaking was one word to describe it upon many others.

When approaching, they were met by two towering iron doors that appeared almost implausible to push open on their own intent. Alucard stood in between both Sypha and Trevor, stepping up further than either of his comrades, knuckles raised and ready for impact. "Before we enter, both of you must remember. True bloods aren't like regular vampires, they are not driven by the need for food or power. Instead pleasure and entertainment."

"Just open the godforsaken door." Trevor began to stretch past Alucard, but before he could make contact the doors slowly unfurl revealing only unending darkness inside, ancient gears turned from within while the density of the doors weighted against the marble floors.

Everyone looked to each other, a silent uncertainty weighing heavy on their minds. Alucard was first to ascend further, the others following soon after, and once everyone had gathered entirely inside—the doors swiftly closed shut, a loud BANG promptly following suit—trapping them helplessly inside.

"WHO DARES ENTER MY FORTRESS!"

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

HIIII OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING. Its so comforting but also quite accurate to the character’s personality.

I wondered if u could make a part 2 of Drunk, with Adrian and the reader.

Be free with your imagination i am sure it will turn out great!

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hi anon, sorry it took me so long to answer but I had no ideas what to write for this request. 😳

My writing has changed a little since I wrote part 1 of this. Hopefully, it'll be still up to standard.

Days after the incident, Adrian was still haunted by the things he had said and might have said while inebriated. It seemed rather silly, considering you haven't mentioned anything about that night, kind as you were. However, the son of Dracula was shaken after exposing himself to you, in more ways than one.

At the memory of him practically showing his naked chest in your face whilst rambling drunkenly about his loneliness, he could feel his face warming up. He undoubtedly has that unflattering shade of pink on his right now. Adrian lifted his chin from his steepled fingers, pressing his forehead against them instead. Instead of moping behind the wooden table, he should be making dinner as he watched bits of dust dancing in the last rays of evening sun streaming through the Tudor windows.

At this moment, you're probably getting both their beds ready for the night. Pulling back the bedspread and making a fire in the fireplace. You made a habit of slipping a stem of lavender from the garden and putting it under the pillows. He can hear you fussing about it, even though you're one floor higher. The dhampir's senses were finely attuned to your every breath and every movement. It came to the point where it was torturous. He wasn't just trying to dull away the pain of his past, but these pressing feelings as well.

Damn him, again and again, he's becoming attached to people only to be left every time. No doubt you will leave too, once you're able to. He'll be nothing but a fond memory...

"How's the dinner? I hope there'll be someplace left on the stove for teap-"

He's dragged away from his gloomy thoughts by the sudden sound of your voice nearing the door. You stopped mid-sentenced when you saw him sitting at the kitchen table, instead of working at the stove. He felt an immediate pang of guilt.

"Apologies I've seem to be a bit addle-brained today."

Adrian offered an apology as he started pulling the cutlery from its hooks. Hopefully with his back turned and his hands occupied, you won't notice his rather obvious fluster.

"Ah, it's alright," you waved him off in a placating manner as you rounded the table towards him. "Head still spinning from the vine, I see." you teased him as he made a fire in the stove, almost making him set his brows on fire.

As you walked past him, you gently put your hand on his back to make him step away. A whisper of a touch, yet he was tingling all over, his heart beating irregularly.

He clutched the edges of the stove, ignoring the rising heat. It can't go on like this. He has to do something.

You prepared the dinner in relative silence. You chopped mushrooms as he prepared pastry into small pans. Soon, bulky savory tarts were pulled out of the stove. He watched you wolf down four tarts in the row, while his plate was left neglected, safe for the few pokings with the fork.

"Adrian?"

His head snapped to you at the sound of your voice. He noticed you were looking at him in concern.

"What is it? You've been spaced out for days now." It was your turn to study your plate as you mumbled, "Is it...about the kiss?"

He was definitely blushing now. Adrian took a generous gulp of water from his chalice as he contemplated his answer.

"Yes and no."

You looked at him in confusion and he sighed in resignation.

"I'm sorry...my friend. The thing is..." He caressed the grooves in the ground glass. Would she even understand? What kiss meant to him?

"There have been several attempts in my life. There have been people who stayed in this castle pretending to be my friend and then turning on me as soon as I became vulnerable."

Adrian closed his eyes momentarily, chasing away the tainted memory of their hands coiling around him like vines of a poisonous plant. The pleasure, and the pain. So, so much pain... He opened his eyes and there were your eyes, filled with some much tenderness he had to suppress the urge to look away again.

"But last night, you didn't... and you could, easily so."

"I'd never-"

"I know, I know," he gently cut you off by putting his hand over yours. Your palm was much warmer than his, dainty fingers covered completely by his long ones.

"Believe it or not, but you singlehandedly restored a great deal of my hope in humanity. What once had been destroyed..."

He hasn't allowed his mind to wander to dark places, not this time.

"I don't mean to bring up such depressing subjects. But when one leads a life such as mine, you tend to... figure some things out."

"Things?" You carefully prompted, pity overrun by curiosity at last.

Adrian smiled in a self-deprecating fashion. "Well, for example, I have now discovered that in this entire world, I only have one close friend. You are my only solace, the only person that I can talk to regularly."

There was Trevor and Sypha, of course, but they found solace in one another, something deeper than friendship. Adrian understood now, what those feelings meant. His next words were full of emotion.

"I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't know if more demons will come and I'll be forced to fight them off. I don't know if the world will end tomorrow... and that used to not bother me. I used to not mind the idea of death. To slip into the quiet sleep..."

He trailed off, and you squeezed his fingers in encouragement. He squeezed yours right back, so you know he's not spiraling again.

"However, whatever courage I have towards that cause always sours at the thought of what comes after. What does come after do you think?"

You looked over his shoulder in contemplation, you traveled places far away from here, no doubt. Thankful you're entertaining his silly musings, Adrian patiently awaits your response.

"I'd like to think it's a place where I meet all my loved ones once more." You gave him a warm smile.

He chuckles at that. "Interesting response."

"What about you? What do you think?"

Adrian shook his head, golden locks tumbling over his shoulders, "As I said, the fear of not knowing that is the only thing that kept me alive for quite some time. But now, now that I've spent some time with you, it allowed me to clear my mind of that sort of dangerous thought. I think I may have an answer, maybe not a very good one but..."

He gingerly trails his hand from yours to the curve of your elbow and you let him. He leans closer, tone bordering on a soft whisper as he looks into your eyes.

"It doesn't matter what comes next, that shouldn't dictate our actions while we are still here. If you want something, chase it." He puts the other hand on your cheek, making his intentions clear with his actions and his words. Carefully, so you can pull away at any time.

Please don't.

"You have allowed me, to come to this mindset," he sighs. "The thought that what I want is worthwhile to pursue. So I will pursue that which I want. I will pursue... you."

It is evident that his words left you speechless. You stare at him with your mouth slightly parted. Adrian lets out a small breathless chuckle.

Is it really that shocking? After our lips have already become acquainted?

"I know...I know that I'm... half human, half vampire, so at the very least I know it can work, but it's up to you, really." His thumb caressed your cheekbone, "I will continue to pursue you for as long as you allow me."

He can see your eyes glistening with emotion, and he hoped his words touched the part of your soul he wanted them to. However you still haven't said a word and Adrian needs you to voice your desires, or lack thereof, directly.

"I bid you command me now. My devotion is solely placed at your feet. I truly cherish you. Every step you take and breath you breathe."

You close your eyes and choke back a sob as he places one small kiss on your forehead.

With a voice clogged up with emotion, you finally release him from his torment.

"I... would love... nothing more... than to be pursued by you." You say as you give him a watery smile.

He lets out a relieved sigh as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Then pursue you I shall."

It takes only a moment for the atmosphere to change around you. With hunger, you never saw in his eyes, he whispers to you hoarsely.

"Come here, you..."

The kiss is devoid of any sweetness the first one had. This one is full of fire and blood and passion that takes your breath away. You don't have time to react as he pulls you to his lap. His kiss goes down your throat and settles in your belly like a fine liquor.

[thatonevamp]

Trevor Belmont, my sassy Beloved

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩⋆

synopsis: being alone in the woods isn’t a great idea, but your village is in dire need for a savior, and who better to give you salvation than the sleeping soldier of Wallachia

tags: mentions of blood, violence, vampiric trancing, vulgar, explicit, fingering

wrd cnt: 1.5k

a/n: first ever castlevania fic w my favorite bbg

You didn’t support what happened to that poor woman. Lisa Tepes, the wife of Dracula Tepes.

Your town was always weary of the church, and the rumors of witchcraft. Fools, you said. Wherever there is a competent women, there must be witches?

The warning from the sky sent the entire country into a panic, soon enough your ears heard whispers rustling through the forest about a sleeping soldier, a savior who would end the terror of the night and vanquish Dracula and his army of demons.

No one was brave enough, but you were tired enough. Tired of locking the shutters so tight not even a sliver of moonlight could peak in, tired of sleeping so soundly not a single devil could hear your breathe, tired of the constant fear that bathed your body in a ghastly feeling.

But- there was so much to lose. The rumors- sightings of the creatures that stalks the sky’s, killing anyone who dares to venture out after dark.

You’ll sleep on it, but not for long.

….

You can hardly sleep with all the noise. The noise?

The shutters fly off the walls of your home almost fantastically, but not as loudly as the first scream of a mother. You weren’t safe any longer, and you had to make a decision now.

As you huddle in your home, praying for the dawn to come in a matter of seconds, you hear the second screams of your neighbors outside.

You know what it means - the monsters have come for your village. With your heart pounding in your chest, you grab a weapon, cross, bundle of garlic, and flee into the woods, hoping to escape the unspeakable horrors that stalk the earth.

As you run through the forest, tripping over roots and branches, you realize that you're lost. But you don't have time to worry about that right now. All that matters is getting away. You follow a particular light and hope it’s a fire, but you stumble upon a cabin, hidden deep in the woods. You dash towards it, hoping to find shelter.

The door swings open as you bash your shoulder in.

As you pant like a dog on the floorboards, you move your hair back behind your shoulders and survey the room.

Inside, you find the space lit by flickering candles. As you catch your breath and get up, you notice a strange object in the corner of the room - a coffin.

Almost in slow motion, you watch. A figure rises from inside, his eyes glowing in the dim light and his ears pointed, partly covered by his lengthy almost platinum hair.

'Alucard,' you whisper, your voice trembling. You've heard the tales of the sleeping soldier, a creature who is neither alive nor dead, son of Dracula and the Prince.

As Alucard approaches you, you can see his teeth, long and sharp, glinting in the light. You know what he is - a monster, just like the ones that have been hunting you. But as you look into his eyes, something strange happens. You don't feel fear anymore. Instead, you feel something else - something of warmth, something almost symphonic.

'You're not like them,' you say, your voice still but a whisper. 'You're different.'

“And you are?” He asks.

“Y/n-…That’s my name.”

“And why have you woken me, Y/n”. He says sternly, reminding you of the fact.

As you stand there, face to face, you can't help but feel a strange connection to him. You stutter as you try to find the right words to explain yourself.

'I-I was running from the monsters,' you say, your voice shaking. 'I didn't know where to go, and I saw your cabin. I just needed a place to hide.'

Alucard studies you for a moment, his glowing eyes never leaving your face. You can feel your heart racing as he steps closer to you, closing the distance between you. You can smell his strange, intoxicating scent, a mix of something sweet and something earthy. It's a smell that you can't quite place, but it fills your senses and makes your head swim.

'And what makes you think I'm any different from the monsters you were running from?' he asks, his voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words to explain what you're feeling. 'I don't know,' you admit. 'I just... I don't feel afraid of you. I feel safe.'

Alucard's expression changes at your words, and he takes another step closer to you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you find yourself drawn to him, unable to look away. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

'You shouldn't feel safe around me,' he says, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I am a vampire, and you are full of blood that I can hear at this very moment coursing in and out of your heart like a little rabbit’.

Alucard's eyes darkened at the mention of blood, and he looked at you hungrily. You couldn't help but feel a little scared, but at the same time, there was something thrilling about being so close to a creature of the night. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as he leaned in closer, hoping he could hear it, his lips just a breath away from yours.

'I could take it all, you know,' he said, his voice low and menacing. 'I could drain you dry and leave you here to rot. Like a vampire.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry with fear and excitement. 'But you won't,' you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Alucard smirked, his fangs glinting in the light. 'No, I won't,' he said. 'Because for some reason, I find myself intrigued by you, Y/n. I want to know more about you, and what makes you different from the other humans I've encountered.'

With that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped at the sudden contact, your body trembling with desire. You had never experienced anything like this before, and you couldn't help but wonder what had come over you.

Alucard's tongue explored your mouth, tasting every inch of you. You could feel his fangs brushing against your lips, and it only served to heighten your pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the kiss grew more intense, feeling his hair envelope you.

As you kissed, you could feel yourself growing weaker, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before Alucard's thirst took over. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away. There was something about him that drew you in, something that made you feel alive.

Finally, Alucard broke the kiss, his eyes glowing with desire. 'I need to taste you, Y/n,' he whispered, his voice husky with need. 'I can't resist it any longer.'

You nodded, unable to speak. You knew what he was asking for, and you were more than willing to give it to him. Alucard's lips found your neck, and he bit down gently, his fangs piercing your skin. You cried out in pleasure, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that you had never experienced before.

As Alucard drank from you, you could feel yourself growing weaker, but it was a weakness that you welcomed. You had never felt so alive, so desired, and you knew that this was something that you would never forget.

And what followed was even more unforgettable.

As Alucard drank from you, you could feel the pleasure coursing through your veins. 'Don't stop,' you whispered, your voice barely audible. 'I don't want this to end.' Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he continued to drink.

Finally, Alucard pulled away, leaving a small wound on your neck, licking it gently to console you. You slumped against him, completely spent. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing in beside you.But he wasn't done with you yet. His hand began to explore your body, tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver with delight. You looked up at him, your eyes heavy with desire. 'Do you want this? Taken by a Dhampir?' he asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

'More than anything,' you replied, his eyes dark with desire. His fingers found their way between your legs, teasing you until you were begging for more. You gasped as he slid a finger inside you, causing your body to arch off the bed with pleasure. He began to move his finger in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster as he curled them up.

'Oh, God,' you cried out, your body on fire with desire. You had never felt anything like this before. And then, he added a second finger, stretching you wider.

‘The Gods are not here to save you. I am.’ He whispered.

You cried out with pleasure, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. 'Don't stop,' you begged, your voice ragged with pleasure.

‘You’re quite demanding, could have fooled me.” He says, ‘If I help you- when I help you, we’d do good to stick together’.

Shit, you just remembered, the whole reason you left was to get help. Now you’re about to fuck the help.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[azulazenin]

The Big Bad Wolf

Kinktober 2024 | Role Play: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Adrian Tepes/Alucard x Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein)

Summary: Adrian is in heat and his wife wants to indulge his fantasies

Warnings: Explicit content, (sort of) consensual non-consent. Minors DNI !

A/N: This is an extra for my story The Blackest Day and its sequel Swan Song. Be mindful that in this particular universe, Alucard was born in 1451, not 1456 like the show, and Mihaela was born in 1453. However, they are both dhampirs and they develop faster, by the time this excerpt happens they are physically, emotionally and mentally adults.

This particular piece was inspired by A Scent That Lingers. Go to read it if you're into Vlad and Lisa!

1467

Dry grass and pieces of wood branches scratched Mihaela’s bare feet as she ran around the forest, venturing deep into the wilderness, listening to the wind blowing the leaves on the high trees and a wolf howling from afar. The moon was full and the night was cold. She would have liked to stop and make a fire to warm herself up, but she didn’t have a second to spare, it would only make her fall victim to him sooner.

Him. She could hear him getting closer, the white wolf, his howling becoming louder, a clear indication that he was near, for no matter how fast she ran, Mihaela was still no match for his pace. He was going to get her, mount her and claim her as his mate, just like he said he would. There was no escaping, only delaying her inexorable fate, running until she was out of breath and her poor feet couldn’t take it anymore…

She noticed glimpses of a white figure showing through the old trees, causing her to jump scared and stop so abruptly that she fell to the ground, the stones and pine needles ripping the fabric of her skirts and opening deep scratches on her knees. Mihaela held back a scream not to draw his attention to her, but it was too late: he could scent the droplets of blood flowing from her fresh wounds, and the smell drove him crazy, it soon had him coming out of the shadow of the trees and jumping on top of her.

Mihaela fell on her back, screaming when she looked up and saw him. The wolf, its white fur brushing against her skin, its golden eyes staring at her with some primal urge and its big teeth bared as he growled, sniffing on her to make sure no other beast had tried to claim her before him. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his warm tongue licking off the blood of her knees, but when it stopped, something grabbed at her wrists to drag her away, and it weren’t paws, it were hands.

She opened her eyes and the wolf was gone, in its place stood a man, tall and pale, with beautiful, long blond hair and smooth skin. Adrian, her Adrian… but not exactly him. She remembered they were not themselves that night, she wasn’t Mihaela the dhampir princess of Styria, but a helpless, innocent damsel trying to escape her predator; he wasn’t Adrian or Alucard, the son of Dracula and prince of vampires, he was the hunter, the beast who came to mount his prey.

“No!” She whined, struggling to get rid of his strong hold on her wrists.

“Yes!” He purred, dragging her to a pile of leaves in a small depression on the soil.

Mihaela tried to crawl away when she was pushed on that nest of leaves, only to be grabbed by her ankles and pinned down by the weight of his body.

“You’re not trying to escape, are you?” He inquired in a mocking tone, one of his hands back on her wrists to hold them above her head.

“P-Please...” She sobbed, feeling his bare skin against the fabric of her nightdress. He was as naked as the day he was born. “Don’t hurt me...”

“Hurt you? I would never hurt you, my dear, I’m just gonna fuck you.”

“N-No, we c-can’t...”

“Oh, so you're telling me you don’t want me to?” He teased, getting desperate nods in return. “Liar. I can smell how aroused you are.” He pulled up her skirts, pushing her underwear aside to insert a finger inside of her. “And I can taste it.”

Adrian licked her wetness off his finger, groaning in satisfaction at her taste. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, how could her body betray her like this?

He smirked, delighting on her struggle. She was trying to kick him off of her, writhing beneath him as he ripped off her undies, making little noises of protest when he pushed his knee between her legs to spread them open and press it against her clit.

“You really expect me to believe you don’t want this when you’re dripping wet?”

Mihaela bit on her lip, attempting to make it stop quivering. She couldn’t really say he was wrong, even she could smell the juices of her arousal, and it didn’t help that she started to slowly rub her pussy against his knee.

“See? You cannot fight your own desires.” Adrian chuckled, whispering in her ear. “Don’t worry, my dear, I’ll take good care of you.”

He didn’t waste any time preparing her to take him – she was wet enough, and he was hard enough, too turned on by the chase and the little fight she put up. He released her wrists and held his cock, brushing the tip against her entrance, pushing it all the way inside her cunt at once. Beneath him, Mihaela gripped a handful of leaves and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back in need.

“Damn, woman! You are so warm...” He moaned, teeth nibbling on her shoulder. “You were made for this… for me.”

Whining, Mihaela let go of the leaves and clung to him, her nails sinking into his back as he smashed his hips against her, balls slapping against her ass and cock reaching all the right spots inside of her. All the previous noises of protest she made turned into little moans and cries for more, her sweet voice mixing with the sounds of nature around them, with the owls’ hoots and the bats’ trills, the rustling of leaves and the whistle of the wind.

Adrian’s lips parted in pleasure when he looked down on her, completely surrendered and under his mercy. He speeds up the pace, thrusting into her poor cunt mercilessly, desperately searching for the relief of his throbbing cock, dying to spill his seed inside of her. Mihaela’s state was no better, hips arching up to meet his, pleading him to fuck her harder and fill her up.

It was his last straw, to feel her walls clenching around him, creaming his dick as she begged for his cum. The sclera of his eyes went red and he grunted like an animal in heat, his hands found their way to grab her waist and keep her still as he fucked her like his life depended on it, as he pushed deeper and deeper until his tip touched her womb and he filled her with his seed.

Adrian sighed with relief, continuing to thrust into her until his cock stopped pulsing. He withdrew, but kept her legs spread for a while so he could look at his sperm leaking from her cunt. Was there ever a more appealing sight?

He finally fell on the ground, pulling her into his arms to nestle her on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, listening to her faint chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Nothing.” She giggled. “I was only thinking you were really into it.”

“As were you. Your helpless girl act was really convincing.”

“Well, what can I say? I like the idea of being actually helpless compared to you.”

Adrian laughed too, tightening his hold on her. Of course he would never do any of those things without her explicit consent, but if she liked it that much, what was the problem in indulging?

“You’re a naughty one, you know?”

“And that’s all your fault, I didn’t have these weird fantasies before I married you, you’re the one triggering it.”

He smiled at her words and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, his heart about to explode in chest with the flattery. She always knew what to say and what to do to boost his ego.

Thank the gods he married her.

[aquilaofarkham]

title: of blood & brine rating: M (violence, gore, body horror, suggestive content) word count: 17,132 summary: Trevor is the last of his bloodline and despite his skill at hunting sea monsters, he hates the miserable cove where he lives, only staying because of his responsibility. Until Sypha, a nomadic sea witch and the one person he loves, returns from her travels with something else following her. Something with long golden hair, the body of a human, and the body of a sea creature.

A Castlevania sea monster AU written for mermay

likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated!

READ HERE

[kkeidawrites]

Darkened Halls

Day 24 of Blacktober! Enjoy from your lovely sick writer!

CW: suggestive mature themes

The wind pushed and pulled the trees, some threatening to rip from their roots as the rain pelted on the branches, easily snapping them off the limbs to the wet ground below.

The cloaked body was taking the time to escape the harsh weather, boots crushing the mud from below their feet. It seemed that they were following a set path through the cluttered forest of trees and shrubs, their hands tucked away in gloves tightening the cloak around their more closely to their body.

Pushing back the brushes that were leading to where they needed to go were as high as their chest when they parted them to step through.

Their eyes look up to see the place that they were looking for and smile.

As the thunderstorm hailed in a heinous fury, it didn’t stop the individual from wanting to go to this magnificent hidden treasure that no mere human would ever think of approaching.

In the middle of the raging storm there it sat: a castle, so tall and jagged that one would think that by touching it they would be cut from the sharp edges it beheld.

The stone steps were not slippery enough to not walk on and the individual made their way up to the tall double doors that awaited the entrance.

Pushing the doors open, they were met with an opulent hallway, plush red carpets and lit candles that littered the ceiling and hanging candleliers. Two sets of stairs spiral to the next level of the castle and the individual makes their ascent to be met with a long dark hallway.

It would seem that the light here couldn’t reach this level of the castle as the person makes their way down the concourse.

Doors were closed as they passed, each one perhaps concealing a rare glimpse of the unknown but, to the exploring character it was not what they needed to look into.

Once they reached the end of the hallway, there was a thump sound that sounded from behind them and they stilled in place.

The thump is heard again, this time much louder and closer than the first but, they still don’t move a muscle.

“A visitor?” A baritone voice is heard as their voice slithers to the individual’s left ear and then a hand is cupping the undercut of their chin.

“In my castle? You must have not heard the stories of this place. Yet, somehow,” fingers dance under their chin and light grasps their neck, nails so sharp it could cut them without even flicking his wrist.

“You are here. I am quite impressed.” He chuckles as his hand quickly leaves their neck. A breath is left from the character’s lips and in turn they dig into their cloak, searching for something.

Pulling out a small pouch, they held it out for the voice behind them and heard a confused sound emit from him.

“I have received the spice that you were looking for, I can’t believe you made me go out in this storm and buy this.” The woman’s voice is revealed along with her pulling back her hood.

Black curls swish from side to side as she looked up at him with a pointed look. Her full lips were fully pouted and her hips were jutted in a stance that showed she was upset with him.

“But Y/n-“

“No, Alucard! Do you know that this entire sack costed ten pieces of silver? Ten! I had to haggle the shopkeeper to get such a cheap price.” She exclaims shaking the bag in frustration as her lover holds up his hands in defense.

The dhampir son of Dracula is rendered to a stutter as his little love fusses at him. He had promised to come with her to the nearby town for some ingredients for dinner that they were making together.

“I didn’t actually think you would go out and get it, and I also didn’t think it was going to storm so harshly either. I’m sorry Y/n.” He helps her pull off the heavily soaked cloak and folds it over his right arm.

“Fine. I forgive you,” she pouts and crosses her arms.

“But, to make up for it, you need to put this oregano in the pot and cook the rest of dinner. With MY supervision, I will not have another meal where everything I eat has no taste.” She scolds lightly and Alucard grabs the bag of spice.

“Very well. I really wished you had waited for me, dear I worry for your safety.” He says and takes her brown, hand in his, pulling her closer.

His lips find hers as they embrace and Y/n wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands roams through his long blonde hair and pulls away when she looked up and pulls on his blonde beard, rubbing the soft hair.

“So handsome, will you be getting rid of this anytime soon?” She asks.

“Not this week.” He says. Y/n hums and smiles wickedly.

“Perfect. Keep it a little longer, you look so pretty like this.” He smirks at her as she said this and brings her closer to his chest, a fanged grin bringing tingles down her body.

“Oh? Do I?” He asks his hands running down her back and cupping her bottom.

“Mmhmm, but right now we have dinner to work on and I am most certainly looking forward to eating this dinner.” She tells him and grabs his left hand pulling him in the direction of the kitchen and Alucard rubs his beard.

“Will you get on top after dinner?” He suddenly asks and Y/n abruptly stops but then makes her stride in high gear to the kitchen.

“After dinner yes I’ll ride your face.” She promises and Alucard is all smiles.

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Short and sweet enjoy and be sure to like, reblog, and comment!

This is what Alucard looks like and I found this on Google so yeah…take this as you will I actually love this look on him. Like father like son😏😏😏 I couldn’t find the artist of who made this fanart but here is the link for it:

[yoditopascal]

Character sheet for Sol and her lycan form from my Castlevania fic Nocturne!

Commission by the amazing @discosmackdown (seriously thank you sm for making this she looks AMAZING 😭✨👏🏽)

[eclipseslayer]

• cw: fingering

& god Trevor loves hearing the sound of ur pussy squelching...

"Fuck," he groans, as he slowly slides in a thick finger, listening to the sound of your pussy sucking him in.

He feels his pants get tighter around his cock as he listens, and watches his finger being sucked in by your sopping wet hole.

He slowly moves his finger in and out, watching intently as he listens to the soft, squish, squish, of each movement.

"Fuck, this is making me so damn hard," he grumbles as his eyes are keenly watching the dirty sight in front of him.

So, to add to the fun, he decides to add a second finger, just so he can hear that wet squelching again. He slides in that thick finger, and then he curls them, hooking into you and pressing against that wet, gummy spot that squelches again.

He groans again, feeling his cock strain so painfully against his clothes.

"Fuck... so... wet..."

[autumnmobile12]

I want to see an AU where these three pull off a bank heist.

Or any kind of heist in general.

[2kyo7]

♱ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 ♱ | ACT 1

pairing ; adrian tepes , trevor belmont , sypha belnades x female reader

ཐི ➥ summary ; As the world begins to pay the toll of Dracula's rage, four unlikely heroes must band together and defeat him--no matter the price.

warnings ; swearing

notes ; this looks better on wattpad💔

"A VAMPIRE HUNTER & A MAGICIAN..." Alucard declared, slowly retracting his own body away from both Trevor and the silver blade he held which pierced through his pale—nearly porcelain like skin. "YOU'LL DO." Standing to his full height, Trevor watched bewildered at Alucard's sudden change in demeanor, once a deadly threatening foe now a sort of peace-making pacifist. "I am Adrian Tepes, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes."

Alucard then spoke of his year long slumber beneath Gresit to heal the wounds dealt after fatally attempting to battle Dracula. "So you are the sleeping soldier." Sypha confirmed her suspicions, a sense of relief and gratification washing over her, overzealous after finally completing the mission which placed her life at stake. "I know the stories—I also know Speaker's consider the story to be information from the future." He turns to look at her, "Though...do you know the whole story?" Sypha blushes with uncertainty, "Yes?"

Simply veering his sight elsewhere, Alucard proceeds to reiterate the tale he'd heard beforehand as if it was old as time—"The sleeping soldier will be met by a hunter, and a scholar," Belmont intervened with a tone which could only be described as defeat. "No one told me that."

"Why do you think my grandfather tried everything to make you stay?" Sypha now too interjecting the story, that was now starting to sound more like a conversation. "and they shall seek the eyes of true blood." Both Sypha along with Trevor looked to Alucard in deep confusion. "True blood?" They say in perfect union. Alucard walks to his casket, searching out a long black coat to wrap around his slender shoulders. "Meaning we must search for a pure blooded vampire willing enough to join to our merry trio," Alucard walks past both his newly formed teammates, "unfortunately I know just where to acquire her."

"Come again?" Trevor stomped his way towards Alucard, stopping him from walking without any further explanation. "You're telling me that we have to recruit a full bloody vampire—to kill other vampires? Tch...some goddamn messiah you are."

"I'm sorry to hear the prophecy doesn't quite suit your taste, Belmont. But I assure you that I am any more excited about such fate." He looks to Trevor with a look of certain distaste, grabbing both his sheath and metal sword. "So, what now?" Sypha's brows knit together, taken aback by new prophecy. They begin journeying towards the nearest exit, Trevor leading in front as Sypha and Alucard neared close behind. "Now we travel to Lavatris, in findings of our little true blood."

[alpaca-clouds]

I am very normal about them

Okay, let me talk clearly. I am just so fucking in love with these two. Because they are two very grown men. And they are both so darn complicated in their motivation and what not.

So, yeah, I am very normal about them.

Also, I had just to write that missing scene in episode 3 where Mizrak went from "fuck you" to "fuck me".

CW: A fuckton of religious guilt

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

One of my favorite things about a good Castlevania fic is the way that certain authors use comparative descriptions when separating Alucard from other vampires in the eyes of the reader.

There is one fic in particular that comes to mind whenever I think about this, wherein the author has a scene describing the practice of blood drinking from Trevor's perspective. I can't remember the exact context, but during that same scene Trevor has an inner monologue comparing Alucard to a suckling kitten.

Given that Trevor had gone on an internal tangent about greedy evil vampires and their brutal draining of humans not two or three scenes prior, I just think it's neat that the author managed to so clearly characterize the difference between those two extremes in that way, and from the perspective of a vampire hunter no less.

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[azulazenin]

Kinktober 2024 masterlist 🎃

Pairing: Adrian Tepes/Alucard x Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein)

Summary: some kinky moments between Alucard and his dear wife that wouldn’t fit the main story, so here’s a little bonus to my readers. You can read the main story here

(Art by @/punkedible on twitter and instagram)

1. Deepthroating

2. Role Play: Hunter/Prey

3. Pegging

4. Voyeurism/Exhibitionism