#castlevania fics

[eclipseslayer]

• CW: Alucard Tepes x f!reader drabble; cunninglingus on period, descriptions of blood.

"Alucard, I'm on my period..."

"I know, love."

Alucard, sandwiched between your thighs, looks up at you with those golden eyes of his. They're sharp, and pointed—eyes that are full of need, full of want and desire—like a tiger, as if they're about to pounce.

He groans as he nears your panties—the scent of blood fills his head, and it makes his fangs tingle, and he feels his tongue begin to salivate. Drool nearly seeps out of his mouth, but he swallows, thickly, needing to keep himself composed, because otherwise he would ravish you.

He knows he'd tear you apart if he didn't control himself, so, he goes slowly.

Slow kisses are pressed onto your stomach, and then onto your lower abdomen. He closes his eyes and you can feel his blonde lashes flutter against your skin while his nose nudges against your skin, inhaling the scent of you deeply, as if he were getting the fresh smell of his food.

His fingers come up and they touch the hem of your panties; sharp claws brisk along the fabric there before tugging them down, and tossing the bloodied fabric away, revealing that delicious, coppery, sweaty scent that fills Alucard's nose as he inhales deeply.

"So... sweet..." Alucard mumbles before he moves in, spreading your legs apart even more for him so he can see the filthyness of your pussy.

It's a seeping, red mess. Blood is smeared between your thighs, and all over your folds. It's a mess, but to Alucard, it's a pool of ecstasy, to which he decides to dive in, nose first, nudging along your folds like a needy cat, he smells deeply, making his head dizzy with desire. Then, finally, he opens his mouth, darting his tongue into the deep hole of your pussy, tasting the blood that plagues your very being.

Well, to Alucard it wasn't a plague. No, in fact, this plague is making him groan, and he moans from how good it tastes.

Sharp talons dig into the meat of your thighs which makes you wince, but the feeling of Alucard's tongue makes you easily forget about the pain.

"Alucard..." You moan his name softly, and Alucard grins.

Blood stains his teeth while a pair of daggered, golden eyes meet yours.

"Your blood tastes as good as I imagined, my love," he replies in that soft, sweet tone of his before he buries his face back in between your thighs, where he begins to lap his tongue at your hole, tasting the blood that lies there.

He groans as he does, enjoying the feeling of the blood on his tongue, swallowing it, savoring it on his tastebuds... he enjoys it all, getting lost in the feeling of your blood on his tongue.

"Alucard."

Your words are quick, and filled with a shortness of breath; it snaps Alucard out of his dreamlike state. When he looks up at you to find narrowed eyes, his face flushes from embarrassment, realizing that he probably wasn't bringing you too much pleasure by simply lapping at your folds, so, he apologizes quickly.

"Apologies, I was too... hungry."

You forgive him quickly, and so he eagerly moves back in between your thighs, except this time, he focuses on sucking your clit.

He wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, and begins to suck, fervently, which pulls out moan after moan after moan from you.

Your head spins from the feeling, feeling as if you're at the top of the world, on the highest mountain, while Alucard sucks intently onto your clit.

"God, Alucard," you moan, and your hands grip his hair even tighter.

Alucard hums against your clit, finding your moaning enjoyable. He's pleased, really, with how good you sound that his nails dig even more into the plump flesh of your thighs, telling you how much he's really enjoying it all.

You, on the other hand, feel as if your very body is on fire. Each nerve feels as if it's been lit as Alucard sucks eagerly on your clit. The fire kindles lowly at first, but it grows into a roaring flame as he continues his onslaught, making your skin burn with desire as your stomach tightens into a knot, needing to be released.

You warn Alucard of your oncoming release by tugging on his hair and murmuring his name in a lull before finally, you arch into his mouth, your legs shake and you cry out his name,

"Alucard!"

until finally, your body stops trembling as you fall flat against the bedsheets.

Alucard hums, and pulls his lips away from your clit. Saliva and blood coat his lips when he looks up at you with those golden eyes of his.

"May I continue, love? I'm afraid I haven't had my fill, yet."

[bunnyluvx]

spending rainy nights with you.

featuring: vlad dracula tepes x gn!reader.

summary: you're reading late at night, and your husband grows impatient waiting for you.

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content.

tags: fluff | one-shot | vampire! reader | established marriage | clingy! vlad | you fight like an old married couple (you are an old married couple)

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! finally a new fanfic after 4 months. i'm really proud of this one so i hope you all like it! thank you to everyone who gave me advice, i really needed it. i appreciate you all so much! p.s i made the dividers featured, so please do not use them.

date started: 5:02PM, december 31st, 2024. date finished: 5:56PM, january 8th, 2025.

ib: @creativepromptsforwriting ♡ | wc: 2.9k | ao3

Darkness cradles the Earth in a loving embrace while the clouds cry. The moon cannot give its glow for beings below, and the stars are unable to watch the wonders of the night unfold for long without the clouds covering their view. It has been this way all evening, rain pouring down anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour, stopping for around the same amount of time before starting again. The plants and animals of the forest are grateful for the sky's nourishment, and the clouds feel so encouraged by nature's gratitude that there are no signs of this pattern letting up anytime soon.

You appreciate the weather, too, for it is perfect for reading. At the moment, you find yourself sat in one of many libraries in the castle. The rocking chair that you find yourself in is rather comfortable, and the book in your hands pulls you further into its story with every word you follow. In your most comfortable nightwear with a blanket on your lap and a cardigan around your shoulders, not many other things come to mind when you try to think of a better way to spend your evening.

"I'll be to bed soon, dear. I'm almost finished with this chapter." Your voice breaks the comfortable silence and echoes across the wooden shelves enveloping you in your little corner to reach the ears of the rather large man that is making a very poor attempt to hide.

Standing not far from you, partially behind a bookcase, is your husband, Vlad Țepeș. You've felt his presence for the past few minutes, deciding that you would wait for him to speak first, but as quiet lingered in the air, you quickly realized that he wasn't going to announce himself. Your history with Vlad goes far beyond your marriage, for the two of you were some of the first vampires to ever walk the Earth. You were good friends for a very long time, and to save the novel-worthy story, you found each other after many years of being separated and romance fiercely set ablaze. No divine being could send you someone that's close in comparison to him, and he could say the same about you.

There are a few more moments of silence before you feel wind hastily rushing against the back of your neck, followed by large, strong arms tightly wrapping around your shoulders and cold skin resting right where the air had just wafted past you. Many would find it hard to believe that Count Dracula is a clingy lover, but this behavior is of no surprise to you. For as long as the two of you have been together, Vlad has always craved closeness. When he is without you for a certain period of time, he searches the castle to take his rightful place by your side once more. He didn't have to look for long tonight, for he knew exactly where you were.

You have been obsessed with this book that you found in the library, and while he is glad that you are enjoying it, it is taking your attention away from him. This is not something that pleases Vlad very deeply, so he is planning on making some changes tonight. "You've been in here for hours. Come to bed, now." His deep voice comes with a rumble from his chest, tone composed of a gentleness reserved for you alone.

His plea does not go unheard, for you know that all he wants is for you to snuggle up with him and doze into night's comfortable slumber together. Fondness takes hold of your heart as a small, tender smile curls onto your lips. It's difficult to refuse him such an innocent ask, but it is just as difficult to pull yourself away from the narrative in your hands, so you assure your beloved, "There isn't much left. You'll be alright a few minutes more."

This earns a disappointed groan from Vlad, burying his face further into your neck. "How much more is there?"

You tilt your head and take each remaining page between your fingers until you find the next chapter, and when you find your answer, you tell him, "Three pages."

Another groan grates from Vlad's throat, prolonged from the previous one as he nestles impossibly further into your skin with his large frame leaning against the back of the wooden chair. "Remind me why we sleep at night." Your darling requests, peaking up at your face.

"Hey, you don't have to sleep at night if you don't want to. It was your idea to change your sleep schedule so that we could match," You grant Vlad his request and recall the commitment that he made to sleeping throughout the night so that the two of you would be able to be together when the sun comes up.

You have preferred day to night for as long as you could remember. You have no reason for favoring daytime other than feeling that the Earth is so much more lively and bright. The plants are so vibrant beneath the sunlight, and there are so many things that you want to experience that you wouldn't be able to otherwise. Vlad always knew that you enjoyed day more than night, therefore adjusting your sleeping schedule accordingly; As a result, Vlad told you that he was going to start sleeping through the night too. At first, you were a bit worried about such a major change to his routine, but he insisted that he wanted to see the world through your eyes. This has been the arrangement ever since, and you cannot help but feel so smitten by the idea that he is willing to introduce such adjustments to his agenda in order to be with you.

With this transition in his life, Vlad knew that he was going to be groggy. While he has a substantial amount of energy compared to most vampires, this does not exempt him from needing the same amount of sleep. Have no doubt when he swears that there is nothing that he would change about dedicating himself to your lifestyle. You were right when you said that it was his choice, but unfortunately, it does not cure the fatigue that he often finds himself with when he stirs from his night's rest.

In attempt to adjust to the pattern he promised you, he likes going to bed early. Vlad tries to be tucked in anywhere from seven to nine P.M, and typically, you are by his side. You go to bed around the same time that he does, if not a little later, so when he was preparing himself for bed without you, he got worried. He figured that you would come to bed soon, so he laid down in attempt to fall asleep. As the hours ticked by with still no sign of you, he became restless, eventually making the decision to go look for you.

A defeated huff leaves Vlad's lips as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck again. One of many reasons why he fell in love with you was because of your smart mouth, and you pick the most bedeviling times to use it. "I know that," He mumbles lowly, peaking back up at you before resting his chin on your shoulder and closing his eyes.

"You know that I can't sleep without you. Please, come to bed." The count pleads again, sweeter this time.

You almost give in to his honeyed words, their innocent warmth daring to bewitch you. Nevertheless, you keep your composure while your eyes remain on the page before you, as they have throughout the entire conversation, "You will be just fine, dear. Only a few minutes longer."

Vlad has learned much about patience in his life, especially when he found you again. All good things come to those who wait is something that the dark-haired vampire has commonly watched play out, so normally, this wouldn't be the end of the world for him. He would do naught more than pout and refuse to detach himself from you until you came to bed. Tonight, however, Vlad will not be indulging in your distractions. Quick to stand, sending a blast of wind against your back once more, the count steps to your side before lifting you up into his arms. You yelp at the unexpected change of location and almost drop your book in the process, barely being able to catch it by its spine before holding it closed to your chest and leaning against your husband. "Vlad!!" You exclaim, laughter tickling its way from your lungs moments after.

"No. I have had enough. You are coming to bed with me." The vampire declares as he begins to make his way towards the library's exit.

"Vlad, put me down!!" You demand, only moderately annoyed with him as you flail in his grasp in attempt to escape, "Right now!!"

"Nope. So sorry, my dear, but your book is going to have to wait." Vlad proclaims, lips tilting upwards in a cheeky grin as his head turns to the side so that radiant red eyes can meet yours, "Your husband requires your attendance to the nightly snuggle session. You're late."

Any attempts you're making to escape the security of this man's arms are greatly failing you, so you decide to admit defeat now rather than later. His strength serves well, and while you are grateful for it most days, this is a good example of the cons of being married to one of Earth's most powerful vampires. He can, and will, wrangle you around whenever he pleases. Your bottom lip pokes out from its place as you lean against the man's chest, determined to uphold your front of unwavering stubbornness.

Amused by your dramatics, Vlad rolls his eyes playfully and allows them to close while a chuckle vibrates up his chest and past his lips. He opens them again to admire your sullen expression, musing, "Oh, come now. I can't be that bad of a cuddler since you're pitching a fit."

Your pout is quick to dispel from your face, a long sigh expelling from your lungs just afterwards. You avoid eye contact as you agree with him, "No, you're not."

Another chuckle escapes the mouth of your lover, a sound that you are secretly glad to hear that reassures you that he isn't taking you seriously. He draws you closer to his chest as he softly murmurs against your forehead before placing a kiss to it, "Don't worry, you can read more tomorrow."

You sulk and avoid eye contact for a bit before dropping the act. It wasn't much longer before you arrived into your shared bedroom, the door coming open to reveal a sight that has grown comforting to you over the years. The room is decorated primarily in red and black, as you both adore the colors, but there are a few distinct shades around too which sets apart your individual styles. Assorted trinkets rest across dressers and shelves from the many travels that you two have taken over the years, gifts and ornaments that you've made for each other through a plethora of shared anniversaries that always bring a smile to your face every time you pay mind to them.

Variously styled mirrors, decor, and paintings hang on the walls. There is no real purpose for the mirrors other than to enhance the elegance of the room, as they are too high for both you and Vlad to see anything from. The paintings, however, hold much importance to both of you. Each illustration that lays across your walls tells a story from one of your memorable moments together. Vlad personally hired the best artist he could find to perfectly capture your most treasured experiences, and whenever you are having a bad day, all you have to do is look up to brighten your spirits.

Your husband walks over to his side of the bed and holds you above the center before dropping you onto the soft surface, causing you to puff out an exhale before your laughter sings into the air. You lay yourself across the bed and remain still while Vlad adjusts the canopy draped over the wooden post by his pillow before he launches at you. With no time to move away, he plops over your stomach, the impact of his weight causing you to wheeze. You look down at him with an astonished grin on your lips as he lays in momentary silence before lifting himself off of you to settle onto you comfortably. You sit up and adjust all of the pillows behind you before leaning back against them, prying your book open again before it is promptly snatched out of your hands and slammed onto Vlad's nightstand. You laugh and try to reach for it, imploring for its return, but that is quickly shut-down by the vampire hovering above you, "No. Sincerest apologies You'll get it back tomorrow."

Slowly, he stations himself on top of you with his head against your abdomen just under your chest. He is mindful of your body language to ensure your comfort, and when he descends his full weight with no awkward shifting or complaints from you after a few minutes, he concludes your contentment with the position and nestles his head against you with closed eyes. Your arms lift as he gets himself cozy, and once he relaxes, you wrap your arms around his shoulders while your fingers begin to comb through his hair. A smile graces the vampire's lips as your touch serves to soothe all worries away from his mind.

You cannot stop the smile that grows onto your own face as you watch his lips curl up. No soul, alive or dead, can say that they have experienced Vlad Țepeș' joy the way that you do, and for this, you are grateful. Vlad has spent so much of his life keeping up a cold, merciless profile for all vampires that dare to step to him, but charades with you are unnecessary. All of the walls that he spent centuries building are torn to shreds in your presence, and no matter his methods, they could never withstand your blinding iridescence. There is comfort in your arms that he has never found in another, and this tranquility that he has the luxury of being the only person to experience is something that he holds close to his heart. This is not something that you do knowingly, for it is who you are. You are a constant source of peace that quells the ever-roaring fire in his soul to a quiet crackle. You are what inspires him to be curious about the world, you keep his thirst for knowledge abundant with your differing perspectives, and he firmly believes that your ideas could change the world.

It's truly a shame that your eyes cannot convey the amount of love that you hold for this man, but they are doing their best. Your gaze displays your overwhelming adoration for him, and he surely feels how loved he is. When you look at him, Vlad knows that he is admired in every way he never dreamed of. Your eyes do not have to meet for him to know that you look at him like he is the greatest thing in the world, and that is all you could ever wish for. You finally decide to break the silence after watching him rest for a bit, teasing him, "Is this going to be your spot for the night?"

Any thoughts that Vlad was having before you embraced him have completely vanished. Now, it's just you, him, and your warm bed. All he can muster out is a low, "Mhm."

You giggle as you recognize his sleepiness and lift your legs slightly, asking, "Then can we at least get under the covers so that we don't freeze to death?"

A lazy, amused smirk curls onto Vlad's face at your suggestion, his nostrils flaring in a huff. "I'm not even sure that we can freeze," He admits.

You chuckle and move your hands from his hair onto his back to pat it. "Well, I don't want to risk finding out. So come on."

An agitated groans leaves your comfy husband before he begrudgingly eases himself off of you so that you could get under the covers. The two of you adjust the pillows to their normal spaces and you shake off your cardigan to toss it aside before you slip your legs beneath the sheets. A corner of the sheets lay open, and you lift them up to welcome him inside. Vlad's lips form a gentle smile, and his eyes soften affectionately at the sight before he climbs into the covers and rests himself back on top of you. Your fingers return to threading through his hair, a blissful sigh respiring from his lungs as he resumes a comfortable position. You look down at the top of his head with the same benevolent expression that you wear every time that you look at him, and your voice comes out soft when you say, "Goodnight, my dearest. I love you."

The words that you tell him every night are words that he could never tire of hearing. When you say it, he knows that you mean it, and it fills him with ease to know that when you wake up in the morning, he will get to hear you say it again. "Goodnight, my darling. I love you too." Vlad returns the sentiment, falling into an inescapable slumber with you not far behind him.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Do you think that Trevor and Sypha ever started adding information about Alucard to the Belmont library?

Sypha for academic purposes and Trevor for funsies.

Like Sypha suggested that they write a book on dhampirs just in case they ever needed something to reference back to for the sake of Alucard's own self preservation, because almost none of the town healers knew heads from tails about his biology, and Trevor just started sneaking in really silly notes one day.

Like:

"Can occasionally become moody when hungry, teasing not generally recommended in times of famine" is scribbled haphazardly in Trevor's chicken-scratch signature just below Sypha's complicated essay about the many negative side effects that prolonged starvation can have on a creature like Alucard, and how they found out about these health risks the hard way during an extended monster hunt gone wrong.

Just really silly shit intertwined with actual heartfelt care, because neither Trevor nor Sypha want their descendants to be uneducated on the needs of their immortal bestie/partner. It's their way of looking after him, even from beyond the grave.

[pininghermit]

Gift of Fate

AN: if you saw this on my ao3, no you didn't. Is it weird to write platonic stuff for him? Yes, but I want to.

Genre: fluff, found family

Pairing(s): Alucard x Platonic Reader

Summary: If he had been the Alucard of legend, the rumored savior of old tales, these people might have lived. But he wasn’t that Alucard anymore.

His slow heart pounded in an erratic rhythm. He pushed aside the shards of shattered wine bottles, uncaring of the glass biting into his skin. The surrounding ruins, broken furniture, faded tapestries, blurred into nothing.

Had the rotting flesh that adorned the castle not been enough of a warning? He summoned his sword, the weight familiar in his grip. Whoever dared trespass here would not be met with the welcome they expected.

Dracula’s castle welcomed no guests anymore. It once had. When his father met his mother. When love had breathed life into its halls. The last time its doors opened, two human corpses had hung outside them, rotting in the cold air. Now, death reeked from every cranny and crevice.

Long ago, these walls had known joy. A young master, he, had run through its corridors. Love once lit its chambers, and golden sunlight poured through the windows, warming stone and soul alike. Now those same rays only served to highlight the layers of dust, the decay of a forgotten past.

Alucard halted at the castle’s main door, sword gripped tightly. He listened. A heartbeat, soft, faint, alone echoed in his sharp ears. No other sound accompanied it. He scoffed at the fool who dared step into his father’s domain. Weakness would not betray him again as it had in the past.

The scars on his body were reminders etched into his skin as eternal warnings. No amount of alcohol could numb the pain that lingered in those wounds. It burned always, like the doom of patricide that weighed on his every breath.

He had once thought his father weak. In his arrogance, he had scorned Dracula’s fall. Fate, ever cruel, had broken him too left him hollow, drowning in his own despair.

Breaking from his stupor, Alucard slammed the heavy wooden doors open. He moved through the woods like a shadow, soundless and swift. The noise had been close, so close it felt as though it echoed from the castle’s empty halls. But he knew better.

His sword cut through the air in a deadly arc, swift and final. But no cries rang out. No burst of warmth from a severed artery sprayed his blade.

And then he saw it.

His sword suddenly felt heavy in his hands as he took in the scene. Blood soaked the earth in a deep pool around his boots. Five bodies lay still. Four men and one woman. A fleeting pulse clung to one, withering with every heartbeat.

Merchants, he decided, looking at the scattered goods. Bandits had attacked, overwhelming them. The couple had tried to fight but failed. The survivors had fled quickly, gathering what they could in their stolen minutes.

If he had been faster, perhaps he could have helped. If he had been the Alucard of legend, the rumored savior of old tales, these people might have lived. But he wasn’t that Alucard anymore. He was the man who stared emptily into nothing, passing his days in the wine cellar. The blood, the stillness, it was too familiar.

He could leave. The night creatures would erase the evidence by morning. He could return to his misery, save himself the fruitless seconds of caring. Yet… death lingered here, and he knew it too well.

Then he saw movement.

A faint shift, soft as a falling leaf, caught his eye. Hidden near the woman, tucked into the bushes, you stared back at him.

Wrapped in a bundle of worn blankets, you looked at him, stormy gray eyes unblinking.

He froze. In his two decades of life, Alucard had rarely seen human children. He had been one, once, though those memories were distant and faded. Vampires did not have children, not like humans did. They were creatures of cold immortality, unchanging and barren.

Yet here you were.

Your small eyes met his, wide and curious, assessing him.

No… this had to be a mistake. He could take you to the nearest village. Humans cared for their own, didn’t they? Surely they would take in someone so small and vulnerable. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew the truth.

Food was scarce. Famine, drought, and night creatures left little for anyone. Even in his isolation, he knew how ruthless humanity had become.

And you… you were different. Your skin held a faint tan, a sign of a warmer place. A tropical town, perhaps. Merchants, he decided again. Your parents must have traveled far.

You wouldn’t find love among strangers. People would see you as an outsider, at best. At worst, a servant. A slave. That fate would be no kinder than leaving you here for the night creatures.

A tuft of dark hair peeked from beneath your cap. You sat so still, tucked deep into the bushes. Had your parents hidden you, desperate to save you? Blood spattered the earth, but not a drop touched you.

Then you cooed. A soft, fragile sound that cut through the silence like a knife.

You didn’t know. You didn’t understand. You had no idea your parents were gone, that they would never return. Your smile was ignorant of the blood around you, of the death that loomed so close.

How could you smile?

He wanted to scream. They’re gone, he wanted to tell you. Your parents are dead! He wanted to shake you, to make you understand. But he didn’t.

Instead, you reached for him, little hands stretching out through the air.

Something in him broke. Without thinking, he picked you up, cradling you in his arms. You were so light. Lighter than you should have been. You blinked up at him, eyes unwavering, curious and calm.

Your small fingers curled into his hair, tugging. “Ow,” he muttered, untangling the golden strands from your tight grip. You smiled wider and stuffed a piece of it into your mouth.

“It’s filthy,” he grumbled, pulling it back.

You giggled, toothless and unafraid.

For a moment, he simply stared at you. How could something so small survive this? How could you look at him—HIM—and smile?

The sky darkened. Staying out would be unsafe, he knew. So, he made his choice. He would take you with him.

‘She does not belong with you,’ a voice hissed in his mind. ‘A fool to trust again.’

But you didn’t hear the voices that haunted him. You simply smiled, a fragile light in the dark. When your small fingers wrapped around his, he stilled.

So small… but not weak.

“You wish to come with me?” he whispered.

You cooed in reply, soft and sweet.

Alucard...no, Adrian held you closer as he turned toward the castle.

Just as he was about to step toward the castle, the bloody scene reminded him of its lingering presence. Gritting his teeth, he shifted you in his arms, shielding your face as best he could. You didn’t need to see what had been left behind. He would return later, he decided. Your parents...what remained of them would stay close to you.

Adrian pushed open the castle doors. They groaned under their weight, a sound like the ghosts of the past exhaling. Distantly, he noted that the corpses still hanging outside needed to be taken down. It would do no good to keep such grim reminders where a child could see.

You were eerily quiet now. Adrian glanced down, surprised to find you fast asleep, still tucked snugly in his arms. Your small face was peaceful, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, the faint warmth of your breath a stark contrast to the cold emptiness of the castle.

You twitched in your sleep. Unnamed, your name lost to death, to bloodshed. What was your name? He wanted to ask, but what good would it do either of you now? Should he dare. Dare to give you a name and risk his heart again?

Adrian had buried that part of himself long ago. But somehow, when he looked at you, it stirred back to life. He had found Adrian again when he found you.

It was only fair he gave you a name.

“Ilvanya,” the word escaped him, soft and reverent, a name carried from a forgotten tongue, spoken only by people long gone. A name that meant gracious gift.

“Ilvanya,” he whispered again.

The child sleeping in his arms twitched but remained undisturbed, unaware of the name now given to you.

Dusty furniture and crumbling stone didn’t seem appropriate for someone so small, so fragile. After what felt like twenty minutes of struggle, Adrian managed to locate a satisfactorily clean pillow. He hesitated, reluctant to let you go, but carefully pried you from his arms and placed you on the cushion.

The loss of warmth startled him more than he cared to admit.

There were things he still needed to do. He would bury your parents for your sake, and perhaps for theirs. His mind began assembling a mental list, a torrent of tasks that hadn’t mattered in years. The castle would need cleaning. Windows repaired. Food, water, clothes. How much did human children need? A nursery, perhaps.

His life, once confined to the wine cellar in self-destruction, had suddenly erupted into movement.

His father’s libraries would hold the answers, he was sure. Everything ever recorded lay buried in those shelves. Somewhere, a book on human children existed. His mother must have had one after he was born.

Adrian looked back at you, a child small enough to fit into his arms, but somehow bright enough to cast light into the darkest corners of the castle.

The world is cold here. You don’t know how long you’ve been in it, only that it isn’t right. The ground pokes at your back through the blankets, hard and uneven.

It smells strange, sharp, like the old iron pots your mother used, but worse. It makes your nose wrinkle. You blink, and there’s dark, dark everywhere.

Then… there’s a sound. Slow. Heavy. Feet.

You don’t know what it is, but you feel it closer. You try to focus, but the edges of the world blur when you blink too long.

Something blocks the sky. It’s tall, bigger than anything you remember. It doesn’t move like other things do. Tts steps are quiet, like the cats that crept near the house.

The tall thing stops. You stare at it, and it stares back.

Golden. There’s something gold, like sunlight peeking through clouds after it rains. You blink at it...hair, though you don’t know that word yet. You like the way it shines. The face underneath doesn’t look right. Too pale. Too still. Its eyes are strange, bright and glowing, like little fires in the dark.

You’re not afraid. Should you be? You don’t know.

The tall thing tilts its head. You do too, because maybe that’s what you’re supposed to do. Your mouth makes a sound. A soft, uncertain coo. It always works. It makes people come closer.

It works now.

The man (you don’t know what that is, either, but that’s what he is) moves closer, his golden hair swaying slightly. He stops, then bends down, and everything feels bigger, his shadow, his face, his hands. He smells strange, like earth and stone and something faintly… warm. Not like your mother’s hands. Not like your father’s chest when he carried you.

He stares at you with his glowing eyes, his mouth a flat line. You wonder why he doesn’t smile. Grown-ups smile when they see you. They talk in sounds that make you giggle and touch your cheek softly.

But not him.

You reach out, your small hand finding the air between you. Your fingers curl and wave, searching. Hold me, they say, though you don’t know how to ask.

The man doesn’t move. For a moment, you think he’ll turn and leave you here, alone in the cold again.

But he doesn’t.

His arms scoop you up, and the world shifts. For a moment, you don’t like it. So high, so fast but then you’re against him. His chest feels strange: hard and steady. Not like your mother’s, but still warm enough to make you stop crying.

You look up at him, studying the lines of his face. His hair is close now, close enough to touch. It’s soft when you grab it, like the blankets at home. You tug hard, and he makes a sound low and sharp.

“Ow.”

You giggle because it sounds funny. He doesn’t smile, but his mouth moves, and he pulls the golden strands from your fingers. You try to put them in your mouth before he can, but he’s faster.

“It’s filthy,” he mutters.

You don’t know what that means, so you smile at him anyway. Your toothless grin always works. He stares at you, long and quiet, and you stare back. His face doesn’t soften, but you think maybe he’s not angry.

The man holds you closer. He smells better now, like something steady, something safe. You like him.

Your hands find his chest, small fingers curling into the black cloth that covers him. It feels thick and strange under your touch. You rest your head against him, pressing your ear to the thudding sound inside him.

Thud-thud, thud-thud.

It’s slow, not like the quick, warm beats you know. But it’s still there. It’s enough.

Your eyes grow heavy again. The dark is warm now, and the bad smells are far away. You feel the man moving, his steps steady. The world sways softly as he carries you, and for the first time in a long time, you feel safe.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. You don’t care.

The thud-thud sound lulls you to sleep.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there may I request Percy from Vox Machina and Alucard from Castlevania with a male reader the two of them rides male reader face and male reader eats them out.

Absolute bars anon!! 🙌❤️‍🔥👍

MDNI,NSFW,SMUT 19+

Kinktober 2024

Percy

You practically had to gag the young man as his voice raised several octaves. He quickly found out that the more he tried to protest, the more devilish you were in denying him.

Even past the gag, Percy tried to be defiant as your lips wrapped around him. The nerves were more receptive than usual as his legs threatened to close around you. Hands were weaving through your hair tighter than usual. The taste of you from before still lingered on his lips.

If it wasn’t for the intimate environment, he would have tried to take charge and make you shiver.

“Are you going to behave, Percival, or am I going to have resort to other methods?”

With a defeated sigh past the gag, you could see the meek nod of his head as you made a meal out of him for more.

Alucard

He tried to stay quiet. Key word being tried.

You still had a blush on your cheeks after the obscene noises he had made while tasting you, but it wasn’t helping that Alucard was doing his best to look even more sinfully beautiful

Golden tresses were splayed out in waves on the bed pillows. Shirt and pants mussed and undone as fists clenched onto the sheets when you sucked him off. The trail that led down from his chest to the hips was just too irresistible.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Alucard?”

The dhamphir could barely peak past his eyes that were practically glued shut in ecstasy.

The frantic chorus of “yess!” made the heat coil in your belly as you tried to not tire him too much. You wanted to enjoy the rest of this evening.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about Olrox and the kinks he likes to indulge in

Pairing: Olrox x Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MDNI, riding, jealousy

“You were jealous” you say, voice breathy and strained, watching Olrox line your cockhead up with his puckered rim.

“I’d rather say I’m ah- intrigued” Olrox says sounding breathless as he slowly sinks down, just enough to push the tip past his rim.

“Oh fuck” you grunt out, head lolling back and eyes squeezing shut but there’s a smile twitching at the corners of your mouth “Intrigued? What’s -what’s that even supposed to mean “ you say, hands gripping tightly onto the sheets, willing everything in your body not to buck up into him.

It takes a good minute for him to say something as he continues to take you inch by inch, only responding to your questions once your hips are touching.

“He’s rather charming, handsome Ah-, enticing even, tell me would you- would you ah- be interested in a man like that?” He moans out as he starts experimentally rolling his hips, not even giving himself time to adjust to your size.

“Wouldn’t you be?” You grunt out with a smirk on your face, feeling his blunt nails dig into your chest and seeing a flash of fangs as his lip curl in disdain.

“That is not the answer to my question” he says, nails sinking further into your chest and fangs digging into his bottom lip as he picks up his pace a bit.

“Neither - neither is yours” you pant out, feeling the sparks of pleasure intensify as Olrox movements become much more pronounced.

“Vante” you moan out, vowels purposefully drawn out, adding fuel to a fire you’d tactically planned out “that’s his name “ you add on, watching the way he works himself up your cock only to slam himself back down again.

“Clo-close” you manage to gasp out, feeling yourself inch closer to your orgasm and watching as Olrox wraps a hand around his length before he starts stroking himself.

You watch the way his eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling lax before ropes of cum spurt all over his hand. “Ah- Vante!”

You don’t even have time to process what he’d said before you tip over the edge yourself.

“You play dirty” you say once you’ve managed to catch your breath.

“So do you darling so do you” he say before he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss.

[beevean]

[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.

[missvaseline]

Deal under the Blue Moon: Chapter 2/3 (Alucard X Reader)

He'll grant the witch access to the secrets and knowledge she craves, but there is always a price- especially a dhampir who claims he hasn't eaten in forever.

This is NSFW(18+) with an inclusion of a podfic (TTS) that's optional to listen to as well. (triggers in this chapter: bartering for sex, sassy Alucard, cunnilingus) This story doesn't have any sort of description of the reader- I left it intentionally vague without using inserts(Y/N, Reader, etc.) so then it doesn't disturb the tone of the story.

She stands out of her chair, ready to walk back out as she feels a sudden jolt of shame hit her like a wave in a storm.

"What could you possibly do with my cunt that isn't sex?" She sighs as she grows silent to contemplate.

He surely was attractive, he probably had years of experience behind him and rather- The witch didn't have reservations against sex in this case- but for respect in this situation.Alucard’s golden eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and anticipation as he paused before the door of his room. His hand hovering over the ornate handle. He turned to face her, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

Alucard’s lips curled into a sly grin as he sensed her hesitation beginning to crack.

“I can assure you, the things I can do with your cunt have little to do with intercourse- in a crude and vulgar sense of it anyway.”

His golden eyes flickered down to her body, his tongue darting along his bottom lip as if tasting a delicious phantom flavor that already belonged to him.

"And what do you mean by that?"

There was an air of silence that was pregnant between them. It was then she pondered on how she even got here, slaying creatures and traversing in the cold darkness only to make a perverse deal with Alucard, to which she was shocked he'd even ask for this sort of thing.

"You could have anything in the world at your fingertips, yet you choose to ask me of this? I would've thought you'd ask me to apprentice a quest to find some sort of artifact, but nothing as quite simple as this…”

He chuckled softly, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the library, seemingly filling the silence between them with an almost palpable tension. Then he tilted his head as his gaze remained on hers. The witch's assumptions weren't wrong, but her naivety was charming in a way that seems delicious. It seemed utterly delicious because she was grossly underestimating him and his ability to change her whole worldview.

“What do you know of pleasure outside of missionary? It seems like there are some pleasures your human mind cannot grasp without seeing or experiencing it.”

The tendons in her jaw squeaked in her ear as she tensed it. He was at least correct at that. She didn't understand the pleasures of sex and she sorely had disinterest in it as alchemy was always in its stead. She gave a sigh of resignation as she averted her gaze.

“You're right, I don't know. But at the same time, it's not the end all to be all. How I even get in this predicament is still a spectacle to me.”

Golden eyes twinkled with wonder as he glanced at her. In his face, she could almost see the hardship hidden beneath it. Yet as he held her gaze, she felt the underlying sense of curiosity her lips could never admit.

“You barged into my castle asking for a grand mentor in alchemy. Instead of refusing, or perhaps having my undead familiars rip you limb from limb,” He took a dramatic pause, studying her features as if painting a mental picture, “I instead ask a small favor in return- perhaps even less.”

She nearly lunged at him in irritation to suggest giving away the last vestiges of her dignity was something so small. Something as equal as words exchanged.

"*You believe it to be small?!*"

The snarl had him unfazed as he held his place, his expression only seemed to have ‘entertained’ written all over it. A ghost of a smirk danced upon his lips, and he raised an eyebrow in response to her words.

"You can always leave, if this displeases you. If my 'pleasures' seem too unsavory for you- feel free to waddle out into winter’s air having to face the same creatures that likely made your journey a nuisance in the first place." He jests with an apathetic drawl and tilts his head slightly to see the anger that burned in her eyes.

"Is it truly too small of a request- especially since what you could possibly ask is quite grand. Is this not what it is called? Equal exchange?” A dubious chortle sifts out of her as she feels the disappointment slowly but surely swell nerves in her throat until she can barely swallow.

"Probably I'm disappointed a hero I hailed for years turns out to be a pervert." Arms cross over her chest as she finds her body contemplating the decision. Alucard seemed to be austere but at the very least warm at his center. But this sort of estranged personality seemed to leave no room for that warm nature to even live within him. He crossed the remaining distance between them, towering over her petite frame. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his breath caressing her ear.

“Heroes are not forged in holy water, witch. Or by saving the princess. They are forged in shadows and blood, where desperation forces the impossible and where even the purest souls become stained and calloused by those that would crush them.”

She takes an eager step back as she tries to manage herself. Eagerly, her gaze sought him for anything, for any of the semblance that she's heard of him before but it appears she had more of a parasocial relationship with his reputation than him.

"Then you are a victim of your circumstance. You have been brought down by the very beings you fought against and you're at fault for that.”

She blinked once and he was before her in an instant that startled her into jolting back with owlish eyes. Alucard let out a soft, sardonic laugh, his breath tickling the witch's ear as he leaned in closer, craning over her.

“It seems someone has spirit. Blaming the savior of their realm when those they saved turn around and abuse them. Quite bold.”

He lets out a low snicker, and continues speaking in an overshadow undertone to tease her.

“But spirit alone cannot change the reality before you. nor erase the consequences of power. You do plan to heal the world- I do admire it but I will not give my everything unless it’s worth my time. Especially to you standing before me right now. Your audacity still outclasses your power- how about changing that?”

The sorceress takes another step back but finds her back finally meeting the cold wall, the contact making her jounce again. She gave a chuckle trying to console her timid soul as he stood closer to her than ever before on this night. She finally met his eyes after centering herself, a smile growing on her lips as she bowed her brows. The banter of all of this was surreal.

"You've got more sass than integrity it seems"

A sigh, laced with a quiet exasperation, tumbled from his lips as the corners of his mouth moved ever-so-slightly upward into a barely perceptible smirk. His elegant hand, slender fingers that were taught with deadly precision, gently grazed his chin as if contemplating her biting accusation that he himself almost admired.

“Integrity. Such a human notion. Such useless qualities don't matter when I haven't needed it. Humans have failed me continuously since I stepped out of this very castle to slay the evils they themselves created. And now it is time for me to get a bit of payment in return- after the many favors I have freely bestowed upon others.”

He continues his gentle assault, his words like a lover’s caress despite the predatory edge to his tone.

"I have been fair. If you do not wish for my power- leave."

It was his third time telling her she could leave instead of taking the deal. This is when she realized she couldn't bargain with the dhampir. He laid out the boundaries and what he would need in order to teach what she was seeking. The ball was in her court. Her resolve was faltering before she finally parted her lips and let the words fall out.

“Fine.”

It was a grumble that echoed in the library and suddenly the air shifted. Fortunately, he took a step back. Although she was expecting for the leerish smirk to reappear on his face, it hadn’t came. Instead, he turned away and soundlessly, almost hauntingly, glided to the book shelves.

He extended his hand towards a nearby chair, silently offering her a seat. Once she is comfortably seated, he continues,

"I require a very simple favor, a very small favor."

His voice lowered, adopting a hypnotic cadence,

"Your services will be needed everyday- until your mind has learned what I have to offer. It isn't a harsh arrangement is it? It will grant you many things- but if you grow uncomfortable at any time, I will release you from my grasp and gift you a sum of gold and riches far grander than you could possibly make in ten lifetimes."

Well now her interest has peaked.

"Oh?" She hummed in surprise.

All the words she had left had all but died as she sat back down in the seat. Was his appetite so insatiable that he had to do it every single day of their proposition? She wanted to ask him, to press him further to dispel the possible meaning that she would have to sacrifice part of herself everyday to this seemingly cold and callous being. She opened her mouth to protest finally-

“Deal?”

His voice whispered into the library like a hymn that was unforgettable. Then she had nothing else left to say. The wiccan sat there for a moment, pondering and contemplating. It wasn’t such a bad deal, but she questioned her stamina. Regardless, if she fell tired, she would still be rewarded in the end.

She glanced at him before contemplating before sighing and giving a faint nod

Alucard’s expression remained stoic as he patiently awaited her decision, his golden eyes unwavering as they locked with hers.

“Speak, witch. Are we in agreement or are you going to shamble back out into that frostbitten hell?”

"Deal." She sighs as she settles her eyes on him. It was settled then and there.

“Come.”

He barked, pacing past her back into the long labyrinth of the halls.

Legs moved while her mind didn’t for a moment. Her thoughts swirled with notions of what everything could imply. The air was pregnant with silence the rest of the way as she was too afraid to back out. The air was far too unfriendly outside, the excursion to this bastion was extensive, she was exhausted- mentally dispelled and disillusioned. She couldn’t go back out there. Not now. He suddenly halted, making her pace accidentally against his back before she cleared her throat with a step back. Alucard turns to open the door, his eyes flickering to her with a slight smile.

“Here is your abode… for now.” A strong arm gestures the way. The witch paces forward entering the room’s darkness before the wicks in the room lit themselves.

“-And for fucks sake try not to steal my trinkets. Clothes are there for you on the bed.” He hissed as she paced passed him, goosebumps prickling her skin from both his whispers and the flames alight. She remained wordless as he shut the door behind her.

More like caged her in, she thought.

The sorceress was left with herself, a shaky breath of relief, fear, a tinge of shame and dare she say excitement ran through her before she puts her coat down on the wood chair pushed in under the desk and peeled clothes off only to stop and furrow her brows in confusion at the sight of a sleeping gown and a towel already laid out for her on the bed. It appears he expects this... Or wishes for company in the very least

.

She carefully took the towel and gown, pushing the side door of the room to find a bathroom of immaculate posture. Her eyes skim the golden faucets and porcelain lining. This wasn't like bathing in a bucket, she nearly glared at the faucet for a moment before finally turning it for it to provide hot water.

By the gods.

She found herself soaking for at least an hour, relishing in an environment that isn't harsh or cold for once. A shaky sigh escapes her before she stands to pat herself dry and to put on the rather modest gown. And when she slipped herself underneath the heavy embroidery comforter her eyes found themselves staring at the tall ceiling and the chandelier. The golden prismatic defeat reflecting from the moonlight peering past white transparent drapes.

The silence overtook her. Not even the castle was cracking and settling under its massive structure. It was simply her with herself... And the fact she made a deal with her body. The feeling meddled with her until sleep finally found her.

The hours melted away like candle wax before the day came to steal the moon’s show. Birds cackled and chirped at each other while the morning dew formed outside the dark castle. She was deep into slumber. A soft knock stirs her from her sleep. And all the worries that were kept away by slumber suddenly were there in the morning to greet her.

“Rise and shine, witch. It is time.”

Alucard greets her with a seemingly soft tone.

Her eyes open for her to see the glimpse of day peering through the windows before she grunts while anxiety brews in her stomach.

"what is the time?"

“Just past dawn. Or are you simply unable to read a clock? Perhaps the human in you is starting to show more than I realized.”

"Probably I didn't see the damn clock when I had asked?" A sharp glut of irritation was spat back at him through the carefully carved bedroom door.

Alucard let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused by the witch’s indignant response.

“Such a delight. Do hurry, I am rather hungry and I am sure you don’t wish to starve your supposed savior, hmm?”

His words are a delicate caress. After a few moments, the sounds of his retreating footsteps can be heard echoing down the hallway as he gave her a reprieve to dress herself and collect her belongings. She grumbles under her breath before opening the door only for her steps to meet an outfit for her to wear.

Of course he would dress me… She thought before breaths fumble from her previously buttoned lips.

The door clicked shut and shortly she was out of the room, the dress hugging her figure and slightly too short for her tastes. After putting her boots on, her body melted into the hallway’s darkness.

Alucard materialized from the shadows at the end of the hallway, his footsteps near silent as he approached the witch, seemingly emerging from the very stone walls of the castle. He offered a curt nod of acknowledgement before gesturing for her to follow.

“Good, it suits you. Try not to trip.” His voice laced with amusement as his golden eyes lingered on the exposed skin of her legs

Each step felt like lightning shooting up from the soles of her feet and into her body. And every step she took sounded at a distance, a distinguishably slower tempo than his to build the distance between them as she had been doing since their encounter.

Alucard glanced over his shoulder, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the witch's discomfort. He slowed his pace, allowing her to catch up before resuming their journey through the castle's winding corridors. He continued into the dark hall towards the library where she had arrived last night.

“Your anxiety amuses me, witch.” He commented as they moved towards the dark oak doors at the end of the long, narrow passageway, its double doors ominous under the dim candle light lining the hallway towards it.

"I'm preparing myself." With gritted teeth, boots seemingly slowing in tempo against the stone behind him just to rebuild the distance again.

“Preparing yourself for a fate worse than death? Do try to be a bit more original, witch. Every frightened virgin utters the same damn sentence.”

The premeditated gestures earlier did seem to be schooled in some repetitive ritual.

"Of course you'd be the one to know that, right?”

Alucard’s lips curved into a sardonic grin as he pushed open the heavy oak doors, revealing the dimly lit expanse of the library. He gestured for the witch to enter, his voice dripping with sarcasm,

“Of course, I do, darling. You're not that special now, are you?”

"You heathen," She growled under her breath as she followed him into the library. "That's supposed to make me feel bad?”

He let out a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the silent chamber before turning to face her, a playful smirk dancing upon his lips

“You mistake my honesty for malice. The first step in mastering magic is control. Control your heart and your mind. It appears you lack both, hm?”

Out of the fuming sorceress, sighs of irritation parted from her lips before she remained still with a glare plastered on her face.

"And You're highly insufferable..." She murmurs in defiance.

Alucard chuckled, amusement flashing across his features as he sauntered back to his favorite velvet chair perched around the crackling fire in the hearth that had been ablaze the entire evening. It appeared as though he hadn't left this room since she fell asleep.

“And you’re just another boring Tuesday evening.��

He gestured for her to approach the bed tilting his head to a side.

To that the woman glared at him before, her jaw tightens to the point where her teeth grinded. She realizes why this whole situation was paying so much more of a price for the sake of Alchemic knowledge now if she hasn't before. Alucard seemed to have enough years backed behind him to know how humans tick to know where to stick and jab word where it hurts most.

She stammers in place, eyes flickering from the book stand, the drapery, and the ornate details of faces hung on the walls to the chair before sighing and giving in. At this point she'll lose her mind fighting with this creten. Bare feet pad against the wooden floor to the side of the velvet chair before she plops down in defeat.

“Let's just get this over with, I'm done arguing.” She grumbles as her eyes flicker to him.

“Good,” His lips spread into a leer, “pull up your dress and open your legs.”

The words snaked out of his mouth as if it were wrapping around her body, squeezing her with trepidation as she felt nervous undressing for his hungry gaze. She was still as she looked at him, expecting more- something more than just a cold bark of orders while he shut the door and turned to face her.

“That certainly makes me feel comfortable..” Sarcasm tinges her words as she crosses her arms, ignoring his requests.

“If the delicacies of gold and knowledge weren't enough comfort for you, I can assure you I can do much more than just lap you with words and you'll be so much ever comfortable than you've ,felt in your life.”

He purrs lowly, so low in fact that the woman can feel it vibrating in her body. Another slow step forward and he was towering down, gleaming at her with a golden gaze before craning over. The tip of his nose nearly met hers as he searched her eyes.

“Pull your dress up.”

His gaze is unrelenting. Loud drumming thumps met the witches ears and she swallowed on nerves that appeared to swell in her throat.

“Or leave. And never come back.”

She shivers as she bites her lip and averts her gaze. Shaky palms run to the sides of her ruffled dress before hiking the dress up slightly, showing her thighs to him. There was a slight sense of shame to this but nonetheless, she could get much more than cowering out of this. The witch just despised his tongue.

He waits.

Golden eyes flicker at her trembling lips before trailing up to her eyes. A shaky breath parts from her before her fingers curl and bunch her dress until her thighs peak at him.

“And open your legs.” He whispered against her ear before pulling away and studying her expression.

Her thighs wavered before incrementally opening wider while she swallowed another round of swollen nerves. His golden locks suddenly descended as he kneeled on his knees before she felt lips press at her knee.

A gasp slips from her before she shivers and before another kiss on the side of it. Slow and gentle kisses butterfly up her inner thigh as she was shaking all the more harder the closer he got to the apex of her thighs. A smooth palm gently slides up her calf before cupping her knee as he kissed closer and closer to the white cotton that shielded her core. Strands of golden hair whispered against her thighs as he leaned forward causing her to bite her lips out of an emotion she couldn't even recognize until her cunt squeezed in anticipation.

She was enjoying this

Then for a brief moment she felt nothing. Annoyance was suddenly seeping into her, none that she could recognize as she opened her eyes to glance at him smirking at her. There was a triumph he already claimed before he even started. A look in her eye that he must've seen that-

“You're wet.” Alucard purrs, “and I was beginning to think I should just send you off as you were astutely uncomfortable just moments ago…”

Warmth presses against her cheeks and the voice in her dies down. Probably she didn't want to deal with him being a bitch towards her anymore than he already was. She stayed still, legs splayed as she looked at him silently. There was, after all, a wet patch unseen by her eyes at the middle of her panties. She quickly felt exposed, embarrassed even though she wasn't the one on her knees.

Alucard let out a soft chuckle that rumbled through his chest before he trailed his tongue up her other knee, the motion making her shiver.

“Perhaps I spoke too soon…” he hums as the witch seemed so shy for someone who traversed through hellfire and brimstone to reach him. “So impatient…” he continues before blowing cool air on her soaking core.

“Shut up-”

“Make me, darling.” Alucard murmurs against her heated skin, tongue slowly bunching and parting the white cotton of her panties to tease at the flesh underneath. The fabric of the velvet chair croaked beneath her nails as her palms clutch each side. The witch’s breath stuttered as she felt his tongue kneading into her hidden clit.

He glanced up to look at her expression as his tongue massaged and slivered against the tenting flesh underneath the delicate cloth. The white fabric was getting so drenched, he could see the color of the flesh beneath it. His pants felt so miserly that he considered letting it free to relieve himself of the uncomfortable tightness as his cock pleaded to be let out of the guard of his belt and buttons. Pads of fingers slip to the sides of her labia underneath her panties to splay them apart, freeing her clit from the mercy of being hidden between lips before he grazes his tongue over the fabric again.

She hissed as she sucked in air trying to steel herself from him.

The nerves in her brain were snapping and popping just trying to process what was happening

"Why are you licking like that?" Her panties were still on, but it was as if they were off.

“Why are you trembling like this?” He copies her as he pulls away and gives her soaked panties a pointed look.

“Perhaps if you’re more compliant you might find out.”

Before she could even speak, his lips wrapped around her fabric covered pearl and suckled. The spine against the chair arched with a rasp parting from her. His tongue skillfully had her writhing without even taking her panties off- she could feel her cunt convulsing against his lips. Dribble building at the corner of her lips as she silently screamed, struggling to soundlessly contain herself.

Suddenly a deep groan made the coil at her core tighten all the further as she flickered down to meet his gaze. And he seemed determined to educate her on what pleasure really meant. Without her mind taking decision, her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling in both frustration and euphoria as her breaths became labored.

He yanked her closer, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep her bound in her place all the while a yelp squeaks out of her. Fabric rips with a sharp yank at her panties before she could process it. Cheeks were aflame alike.

Labia spread again, his tongue slipped into her drenched hole before lewdly slurping the slick out from it as if it were the last sip of blood he could ever take in his life. His fangs pressed against her cunt as he lapped egregiously. Finally a cry slips out of her throat like a wailing sob as she found herself unable to restrain all that was left of her dignity.

“There she is..”

He purred. His fingers carefully slip to the sides of her clit, rolling back the protective hood that stood between his tongue and she jolted as if she were suffering a seizure or a possession she couldn't wring from her body.

“Fuck!” She moaned As her body danced up the chair, wooden legs scraped against wooden boards as she began to claw at velvet armrests. Toes curled, back arched, slick seeping into velvet beneath her- she was losing her sanity. Her eyes nearly lawl back as her cunt quivered instinctively.

She was losing control. Her cunt wouldn’t stop spasming. She couldn’t stop clawing at thefucking armrests.

Alucard pulls back slightly, slick visibly bridging between the tip of his tongue and the exposed tip of her hardened clit, engorged and drenched with saliva and slick alike. He was showing her just what he was doing to her and with a faint smirk, his finger circled around her hole. Gilded eyes stare back at her as the tip of his tongue grazed and wagged on the tip of her hardened nub in a hypnotic fashion that nearly pulled her soul from her body. A lewd drop of slick gathered on his tongue exquisitely rolling down the short length of her bud, seeping into the cavern of her cunt.

The display made her question if she were still asleep, in the guest bedroom of the castle, dreaming.

She felt the pressure of his finger as he pushed it in her tight hole, groaning at the anticipated embrace of it around his cock.

“It’ll be a tight squeeze… nonetheless..”

He murmurs before giving her nub attention with the delight of his tongue again as he gently thrusted and presses the pad of his finger to the top of her clenching walls. Another palm crept under her dress, long fingers slip around her breast and squeezed as he lapped and fingered her. The witch’s pelvis moved, thrusting up into his lips as she pulled at his tresses again.

Of course, he enjoyed it thoroughly. She couldn’t sass anymore as her jaw slacks with breathless moans. Fingers pinched at her nipple as he pressed a second finger inside of her, nearly making her jolt from the chair as he lapped faster at her clit. Her warmth wrapped around his fingers, slick pussing out from her hole as a never ending source. Like a spring that has no end. Her bud jolted to his tongue, her body writhes, giving the tell tale signs of her impending orgasm as she was driving herself up the chair with squirms and back arches.

Lips squeeze tighter around her clit as he sucks harder, rolling his tongue in a hypnotic symphony before she sobs out her cunt squeezing tightly, a tear slips from the corner of her eye, down to her cheek. The fingers squeezing her nipple felt good- at this point everything melted into a euphoria where all the world's problems went away with the lens of this experience. It felt so good, she was crying as if she’s finally found solace in this world.

The witch’s body explodes into trembles, cries and to ceaseless breaths as her cunt spasmed with pleasure. Waves of trepidation had her until she finally settled down into the seat, panting. Soft eyes were glazed over as she had nothing to think of. She was in subspace, a sort of trance.

She felt the pressure of his fingers slip away before his tongue traversed her one last time as he desperately laps the last vestiges of slick away from her trembling, engorged pussy before his fingers. She could barely process that he stood up, a low chuckle as he observed her baffled body that was limp on the seat of the sofa chair.

“Get dressed, witch. We have a long day ahead of us. Today, we begin with the basics of alchemy." He spoke coolly, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as if nothing occurred.

[dervampireprince]

[18+, minors dni] trying to draw alurox but i keep getting interrupted by random flashes of alurox scenarios

"that's it adrian, just like that. look at you little one, taking all of it so well"

adrian is spread out below him on his stomach, olrox's cock pushing him open, one of olrox's hands on adrian's hip and the other wrapped around his stomach. adrian's sweating, twisting in the sheets.

"i'm older than you," adrian scoffs over his shoulder.

olrox only grins. "and yet you twitched around me when i called you that."

before adrian can retort, olrox rolls his weight back onto his knees, pulling adrian up with him, both kneeling on the bed, adrian's weight sinking him further onto olrox's cock. one of his hands presses down on adrian's lower stomach.

"can you feel that? how deep my cock is inside you? your little hole stretching around me."

adrian looks down at olrox's hand on his stomach and moans.

[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..."

[bellasmumblingsandmusings]

Please see the glory of this close up. Thank you https://www.instagram.com/jonath_prac/ for this amazing work for What Could Have Been Check out Chapter 6 for the full panels (they are after the cut)

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Pausing in the middle of Episode 6 to scream about Alucard's "Family isn't only linked by blood" speech.

HE SAID THAT THE BELMONTS WERE HIS FAMILY, I'M SOBBING!!!! 😭💔

[etherati]

I'm so proud of this bind!

So this is What Light Tastes Like by AshesAndHoney, and it's just such an endearing, sincere, and sexy execution of the "they wander around the countryside dealing with ever increasing levels of sexual tension and accidental feelings, while figuring out how to put it all together" trope. Which, I gotta say, I love being in a fandom where that's a common trope because ❤️💛🩵

The cover is done entirely by sunprinting with cyanotype treated fabric-- no augmentation or editing whatsoever, entirely printed with the power of the sun. I've included some process pics for this one because I really wanted to show that off. It's also my first typeset using Affinity, which allowed me to do some really fun things with the chapter header pages.

Legal quarto with patterned endpapers from French. The titling font is Swingset BB, the window icons are from the font Nature Boho, sun dingbats from the font Cute Sun, full page spread graphic is a stock photo that was heavily edited, and headbands are sewn on.

Done in advance for Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day 2024, will be shipping second copy to the author as part of this event.

[demigoddessqueens]

Masterlist 11

Writing Drabbles

Intimacy

avert your eyes

SFW writings

Match up pairings - Valkyrie // Trevor Belmont // Alucard // multi-fandom pairing //

Song 🎶 fics - Vax fic // Percy fic // Grog // Caleb // Cadeuces // Grog - fic 2 //

Song fic: multi-party - Pike/Jester/Laudna //

Pretty Little Liars 💋/Original Sin 🔪- being mouse’s sibling //

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette flirting //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 🐉- aegon + writing prompt // aemond headcanons // incorrect quotes // jock 💪 aemond //

Ewan Mitchell - Martin (in the modern world) //

The Decameron - Dr Dioneo fluff // Dioneo and the artist //

Hades - making out with Moros //

Marvel

MCUniverse - Namor + female general // Paradox ⚡️ headcanons // incorrect quotes // incorrect quotes 2 // incorrect quotes 3 // incorrect quotes 4 // incorrect quotes 5 //

Werewolf by Night - Jack Russell fluff //

X-Men - relationship headcanons //

Bridgerton - Benedict SFW (+ NSFW) //

Fallout - found family + Lucy //

Dune - Chani + sister!figure //

Ultraman Rising - kenji x male!reader //

A Quiet Place: Day One - dating Eric //

Monkey Man - writing prompt ask //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- ares x Hindu!god!reader // Dionysus with pregnant!reader + twins // hard to get Ares // can’t carry a tune 🎶 // Hermes and Apollo twins // sneaking with Poseidon // childhood friend // rise of Venus 💕 // friends of monsters // plus size reader //

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - thicc thighs // (my darling) yandere // grog + sorcerer!reader // Percy + harpy kiss // yandere Vax and Percy // bard oc + scanlan // kidnapped?! // wild witch 🧙// domestic + affectionate //

Mighty Nein - hold my ale // you get separated // flirting as a bard 🎵//

Bell’s Hells - constellation Druid //

Other -

Dungeon Meshi - toshiro headcanons //

Castlevania/Nocturne 🌙 - once upon a December // Fae healer lover // fall asleep on their shoulder // Trio + modern au // lover’s voice kink // divine paladin, cleric // roasts and insults // richter + elf!reader // sugar 🍬 rush //

Assassins Creed - Kenway friend // drunk Haytham // Connor and author s/o // the cuddling type // gyaru reader // altair and day off // Altair and eagles // Malik headcanons // markings of Eden // supportive Altair //

Codexmonthly prompts

July “magic”

August “rooftop”

September “leap”

Baldurs Gate - linking pinkies // peck 💋 on lips // practicing “I love you” // Gale + insecure!body reader // blue dragon in the rain // too close to call //

Batstarion 🦇 Week 2024 - day 6 // day 7

Star Wars - Rey skywalker + reader with anxiety //

NSFW writings

Twisters 🌪️ - sweet darlin //

Critical Role 🎲

Multiparty - match freak //

Vox Machina - lover & giver // ride of your life //

Mighty Nein - your reward + round 2 //

Bell’s Hells - braius fic //

Castlevania - you taste good (ft C.R.) //

[wetcatspellcaster]

An invitation on-set.