#alucard 🥺

[cutiebetutie]

HEHQHAHAHAHA HES ALWAYS SO SCRUNCHT

THIS IS HIM

CACKLING

LOOK AT HIM

ANGRY BBY

[cutiebetutie]

i love him so much

yall dont understand

i love himso much scrwmaing shaking crying AAAAAAAAANFNFNF 😭😭🥹m'husband

[zestyaahbutler]

That scene where Alucard and the queen interact made me so giddy the first time I watched Hellsing. It's one of the reasons why Alucard and her is like my top ship for him.

Imo there is something so special about how despite not ending up with someone due to your role in politics/influence, your love for them never ceases. An immortal being that is caught up in the beauty of seeing you matured and full of life experiences when they met a version of you that didn't have all of that. I don't think he'd let anyone hold him that gently. I know that Alucard is a whore but I'd like to believe that the look in his eye to her was pure love and tenderness.

[cutiebetutie]

modern day alucard would absolutely have an asmr channel, like do yall remember that guy that dressed up as alucard who contoured the shit out of his face and put wet deflated balloons on ouR face

i wish i could watch that video, and this one again for the first time

fuck

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[lena--beana]

Damn I can't believe Sam Deats read my journal and made Castlevania Nocturne specifically for me with everything I could have wanted from a Rondo/Symphony story but like

Oh my GOD??????????

Olrox getting main billing after being my favorite one-off villain with one (1) boss fight with no build-up and never reappearing, they were really like "yeah let's make him the hottest motherfucker in the world and make him even cooler while we're at it"

Richter and Maria's character designs are 😘👌 perfection! I loved how Maria had her classic hairdo with her nightgown too and watching Richter put the bandana on for the first time with goddamn "Divine Bloodlines" playing like????

And Richter doing the Grand Cross??? And his flame whip????? The 1000 blades technique against the marquis?????? Maria using so many of her animal friends and caring so much about each of them sweet child oh my goodness

Not to mention the way I screamed louder for Juste than Alucard bc let's be real baby vampire boy was always going to come back but I had NO faith that they would even look at my boy JB and especially Maxim?? Even in passing I'm so touched holy shit. And I see that red coat on the foot of his bed, I know my angry grandpa's coming back 👀👀

But speaking of Alucard I adore this redesign, the little cravat telling me they're at least trying to give him his Symphony look instead of the t-shirt in the last show is a nice touch but that porcelain doll look is killer and I'm all here for it 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Also everything about Annette oh my lord?? Giving her anything besides just being a damsel in distress like before but everything about her backstory had me on the edge of my seat and I LOVED watching her trap the plantation owner in a cage before the end

Loved getting to see Countess Bathory since we're never getting a Bloodlines anime, the succubus who took me way too long to realize she wasn't just a unique vampire like I had every clue thrown in my face from the fit to the nails and she even admitted to haunting men's dreams and I didn't figure it out til the second she grew wings 😭 glad Alucard still got to finish her off but I'm sad we probably won't get that scene with Lisa again (which probably wouldn't happen since Drac isn't back anyway so there wouldn't be much point)

Can I just talk about Olrox some more bc like??? This guy had NOTHING before the show, he was a fuckin Nosferatu reference and now they gave him all this history, they kept all of his abilities and the dragon transformation?? Plus the beautiful purple and gold suit and those piercing green eyes I love one (1) man and its this fucker I need WAY more of him next time around 👀👀👀👀👀

And yes absolutely I'm excited for next time, we're picking up right where Rondo starts, Father Abbott as a stand-in for Shaft and Tera immediately being turned, the city about to burn like? Are we gonna see Death again?? Do we get to watch Richter fight the Behemoth next season? Is Abbott going to totally lose his mind and bring back Dracula to stop Bathory? Since Alucard is here from the start and not after a time skip do we get to see the Inverted Castle? We already got so much that I would have called a million to one chance but anything's possible now we are SO back baybeeeee

[antaripirate]

these two are so fucking precious 😭😭

and the way lila is so unintentionally hilarious i—

Lila:🤩⚔️

The ship: 🐓🐓🐓

Lila: ⚫️👄👁️

[the-crow-binary]

Shared a dialogue with @beevean on Discord. Turned it into a proper OS for her. 😔

Enjoy this little, platonic Hectorcard thingy ❤️

Hector let the cool wind of the evening enter his lungs, and calm the beating of his heart. The cold stone he was leaning on felt soothing under his arms. How little the world used to look before, from the Castle's bridge. So high from the ground he could barely see it. Dracula's Castle was a monstruous beast that he thought he had tamed. And yet, after so many years, he found himself feeling like a child again. So little and weak between it's claws.

The world didn't feel small anymore. On the contrary... it was looking way too big for him.

"So..." a calm voice raised from behind him, "The day has finally arrived, huh...?"

Hector watched the sun set in the horizon, as someone took place beside him.

"Adrian..."

"Please, call me Alucard."

A low chuckle escaped the Forgemaster's throat as he propped his head on one hand, looking at the newcomer. His hair floated in the wind like it was part of it, the last rays of the sun shining on those golden locks... he looked most alive in the last hour of the day.

"First you reject the title 'young master', now the name 'Adrian'..."

The dhampir didn't move. As if he was afraid of looking at him, he kept his eyes locked on the horizon. For a few seconds, the wind gently hitting their ears was all they could hear.

"...what brings you here, Alucard?" Hector finally asked as he turned back to the sun.

"I heard you were leaving to confront the Belmont."

"Correct. Your father, if you still consider him as such, has ordered me to kill him," The vampire lord's voice still resonated like thunder in his mind, "Is there a problem?"

"No..." He could not hide the slight hesitation from Hector, "I'm just... feeling conflicted..."

"Why?" The air hung heavier between them, now, "Is it concern for my safety? Are you afraid I might lose?"

The dhampir sighed and shook his head, "In order to lose, you'd have to fight him to begin with."

So, he has been caught. Thinking of it, of course Alucard would be the one to see right through him. Lord Dracula was too obsessed with his revenge, and Isaac too obsessed with Lord Dracula, to even care about what could be going on in his head. Not that he didn't make it clear in more than one occasion... he would have waste less of his saliva talking to the walls.

"I knew you'd leave, one day." Hector listened carefully, finding unusual for the dhampir to break the silence. That was his job, usually. "I hoped for it. You deserve better than this life... But.... now that the time has come... I feel... Confused. It's not that I'm unhappy... It's..."

The Devil Forgemaster couldn't help a smile from cracking his lips. The Prince was known for being difficult to read, with the ease he had to stay calm and seemingly emotionless in most circumstances. But there was no hiding the way his shoulders tensed up to him. Nor the discreet tapping of his fingers on his thigh. Even his eyes, he so desperately tried to keep control of, betrayed his thoughts. Hector wondered how he ever managed to miss all those signs.

"It's..." the dhampir repeated, furrowing his brows.

With just one step, Hector's shoulder touched his friend's. "I'll miss you too, Alucard."

The wind was not strong enough to rid either of them of the weight they carried. Still, Alucard's shoulders lowered as he let out a small sigh.

"You know... I kinda wish you'd come with me..."

"I can't."

"I know. Because you're not as cowardly as I am."

For so long, he had praised himself for being above many. Above the ones who made him suffer, and those who'd run away at the sight of his shadow. Fear itself avoided him for years, but the moment Lord Dracula's true nature started to show...

"I don't think you are..." said Alucard, slowly turning to him.

Hector's breath was shaking as he took in more of the cold wind. The sun was almost completely gone, now, promising a much more cruel night... he closed his eyes, as if the courage he needed could be found in the darkness.

It was the case, once... he drew strength from what he considered his home... but now, all he wished, was to escape from it.

"Well..." he opened his eyes again, and turned to his friend, patiently waiting for him. His arms moved on their own, inviting him closer. "One last embrace before I go?"

For how rarely it showed itself, Hector welcomed the dhampir's smile like a precious gift.

"Of course."

Body pressed against body, as arms wrapped around each. Whether his death was near or not, Hector was going to treasure this memory for how long as fate would allow him. The safety he once found in Dracula's arms, had now moved to his son's owns.

His heart sinked, knowing he'll have to go on without either.

"Be safe, Hector..." the dhampir's voice murmured, "Live, and be happy."

"I'll do my best..." Hector responded in kind, "Good luck to you, Alucard. You... you were the closest thing to a brother I ever had..."

Alucard's hold around him tightened. "...You were... the only brother I ever had."

The cold was not what caused Hector to tremble.

[cutiebetutie]

fucking me

[feralplantwife]

So I'm watching the new Castlevania show on Netflix and in case anyone was wondering how long it took me to start simping like the aroace fictional character loser I am... 2 minutes and 17 seconds.

[beevean]

🌹

Longish piece I'm proud of :3

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“I don’t… disturb you?”

“Why would you?”

“Because of my… nature.”

He pushes the last word through his shame. Terrible, horrifying images crowd his imagination, too vivid to be dismissed as childish concerns: of himself with eyes burning with the flames of thirst and long fangs dripping saliva and blood, tearing and mauling Hector to shreds in search of his life, eager to steal it for himself because that is what humans exist for, to nourish beasts like him, he gave himself to him in trust and he will destroy that trust—

“Adrian,” Hector snorts, without hesitation in using his name, “I’m surrounded by ferocious monsters who would love to make a meal out of me. Why would you bother me?”

The unmentionable answer lingers between them.

He is in his teeth, sharp enough to pierce human flesh. He is in his nails, that require thick leather to be hidden to the world. He is in his blurry reflection, in the way he furrows his brows or curls his lip. He flows in his veins, from his mind to his heart, dragging him away from his mother’s sun.

No matter where he goes, or what he does, or what he thinks, Adrian’s father is embedded in his self. And his father’s favorite General has been trapped under his wing for far too long, and Adrian does not have the heart to burden him further.

“Then, it seems that you have a queer fascination with creatures of the night.”

Hector cocks an eyebrow at Adrian’s feeble attempt at a joke.

“Don’t compare yourself with the likes of the demons that roam the castle.” The hand that rests on his shoulder is light, yet firm. “You are a beautiful man, of elegant looks and disposition: I have no reason to be repulsed by you.”

Adrian has been called beautiful more times that he had cared to count, empty platitudes from empty people who stretch jagged smiles on their faces to win the Lord’s favor. He cannot take pride in a stroke of luck that he did not earn by himself, so he swats them away. Yet, from Hector, the word acquires a different meaning, and a sweeter taste. He doesn’t know yet the words with which to express the heat suffusing in his chest, so it comes forward in the form of a kiss on Hector’s warm cheek.

When Hector kisses him again, it’s soft lips against lips and smile against smile.

[pebblezone]

🧍‍♂️

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

alucard displaying sumi and taka on stakes outside his castle,, he’s becoming his father 😭😩

[dollwrites]

JEESUS, I got a notification from this damn app you posted something about Alucard so I’m like oooo let’s check it out and I am met with absolute FILTH. I think I said “Jesus” in disbelief about 4 times in that little blurb like goddamn that was SICKENING. Idk what I expected I should’ve known but it was a fun ride bro!! Lol 😆

In all seriousness that was a really good little snippet you wrote 10/10 fantastic thank you for the food

THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE MY NOTIFICATIONS ON???

I am KISSYING YOUR HEAD !!! 💚💚💚💚

omg I am like a feral little rodent over alucard I’m not kidding I TYPED THAT BLURB WITH MY PUSSY LIPS IM PRETTY SURE

Alucard will always give you a fun ride 😫😫😫

[cutiebetutie]

ugh <3 TERRIBLY ADORABLE. i wish this was what happenedhere instead of what did happen, ugh

goodnight.

By- u/CastlevaniaDracula

[orphicmusings]

alucard and praise kink please🥺 i want to tell him he’s beautiful so bad and hear him call me every sweet thing under the sun

“hello, beautiful.” you smiled when he entered the library, the flames of the fireplace casting a soft orange glow on his porcelain face. a faint dusting of pink streaked across his cheeks when you greeted him like that. how you loved making him flustered.

“hello, darling.” he gently approached you, sitting next to you on the loveseat. “what is my clever love learning today?”

a bashful smirk reached your lips as you showed him the book from your shared ever-growing collection you’ve chosen. “herbs.” you simply explained, pointing to the diagrams of lavender, thyme and rosemary drawn about the pages. “well, specifically these. did you know that…” he listened to you ramble and watched the spark in your eyes with a certain hunger in his gaze, almost like his predator instinct was softly asking to come in. when your words got more slowed down and spaced out and you looked at the dazed expression on his face, he asked, “are you done with it?”

“pretty much, yes.” you nodded.

“good.” he threw it on the table in front of you and grabbed your face, practically devouring you in a kiss. he ran his other hand down your back and pressed you against the cushions of the sofa, only pulling away once you were flush beneath him.

“where did that come from?” you panted as he trailed little kisses down your neck. “not that i’m complaining.”

he chuckled richly against your neck, his fangs gently brushing the skin, and you gasped. “i am so lucky the keeper of my heart has such a curious brain.” he suckled at the skin of your collarbone delicately. “it is what i love most about you.”

“me reading gets you going?” you giggled breathily.

“if you want to put it so crudely, yes.” his hand rode up your nightgown, lightly groping at your flesh. “god, i want to eat you whole.” he squeezed your inner thigh, causing you to yelp. your hand in his hair tugged gently on his tresses in surprise, and he moaned. he settled your thighs on his shoulders with a simple command, “do that again.” you smiled at his firm, authoritative tone and tugged harder. another sound of pure ecstasy and debauchery ripped from his chest, all for you. he sighed into a smile. “always so good for me.” he rasped before he bit down on the flesh of your thigh.

[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

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