#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."

[slaughtershrine]

Words said once before.

(The Dark Lord/Dracula x Reader)

Summary: You had worked so hard for everyone all trial. You did gens, avoided the killer and even saved your teammates at the same time, wanting everyone to get out. Only to be betrayed at the last moment, your escape not nearly as important to others as theirs had been to you, hit and pushed down as nothing but bait for The Dark Lord. Word-count: 865.

Warning(s): Mentions of blood.

Everything spins as you lay nauseous on your aching back. Hunching over generators has been bad enough, the pulsing burn that had started at your lower spine has been making it's way to your shoulders throughout the whole trial. But the ache couldn't compare to the resentment you feel. You had done nothing but worked so hard on gens the whole trial — and such a good job at avoiding the killer not to mention saving your teammates, only to have a locker door slammed in your face, when one of your teammates jumps out, right as you made a break to open the exit gate. Mistakes happen, especially under fear and pressure during trials... But the feeling of them pushing you down, using you as opportune bait so they have a better chance to escape — it was smart. Such a painfully good advantage for them. But, the betrayal and embarrassment you feel couldn't have come at a worse time, looking up to see the new killer, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow at your pathetic downfall. Fuck he's tall. You had barely seen him, not a single chase — only a few split-second glances as you hid between pallets.

He's intimidating, just his atmosphere feels dark and suffocating. It's not hard to imagine freshly bloomed roses dying — wilting instantly from his gaze. You can feel his eyes scrutinizing every attribute you have, and you know what's coming next. A deep, low chuckle leaves his lips as his large hand reaches down toward you. "You are quite a pitiful thing, aren't you?" he mockingly asks. "Working so hard to help the rest, only to be left to die. How typical." You stare up at him with a more feeble expression than you would have liked, dreading as his hand comes closer and closer. His fingers long and pointed, with sharp nails to match. Thoughts of those claws tearing through your skin and toying with your muscles overtake you. It's impossible to fight off your body's reflex of screwing your eyes shut, and fearing for the worst.

Though you don't get lifted by your throat and held at arm's length, dragged to a hook like your fellow team-mates. Instead four cold finger pads drag down your cheek, a thumb on your opposite cheek to firmly hold your face in place during the action. "I can practically smell your blood rushing through your veins, and it is quite lovely." he purrs each word with intensity. His nails feel so sharp, like a painful itch under your skin. Leaving a horrid tingling, sting trailing down your cheek. When he pulls his hand away you feel a warm, liquid drip down your face. Blood. It's a slow trail, with not much blood, but it still leaves you stunned. You hear a deep growl come from his chest, you can feel it even, vibrating through the floor to your own chest. It has your eyes shooting back open, up to his face in panic. He looks down at his claw-ish nail, a small bead of your blood teetering on the tip. A sadistic smile spreads across his lips, he doesn't move his gaze from yours as he brings the digit to his mouth, licking the droplet of blood from it with a pleased groan. You feel sick, you can only think about gagging. You want to run, you want to leave.

The exit gate you had planned to open, sounds an alarm as it creaks open behind the killer, but he doesn't budge, he doesn't even break eye contact. You can hear someone's heavy panting and the stomps from their sprinting. You don't need to look to know that your teammate has left, and they aren't coming back for you. Besides, your eyes seem to be playing tricks on you, distorting your view, making it seem as though he is leaning in. Or is he leaning in? Why is he leaning in?? You can feel his breath on your face, cold, stale, dead. It feels wrong, unnatural and your stomach can't handle the scent of iron — from your own blood no less. He watches your eyes scrunch close again, the way your body sinks back from him as he leans in, the way he can smell the fear radiates off you. It's absolutely perfect. You're more appealing than the other human monsters. "What's the matter, pet?" He asks, his tone thick with amusement. His breath tickles your cheek, as he leans in closer. "Are you afraid?" His question is followed by a muffled, throaty chuckle, a sound you weren't expecting to hear. His hand finds its way back to your face, under your chin, pulling and forcing you to look at him again. You worked so hard to help the others, it reminds him of someone.

His fangs are exposed and prominent as he slowly drags his words along, savoring them as he talks, like they hold a meaningful memory, like they were only said once before. "I think I might like you."

[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.

[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.

[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)

[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.

[mingsolo]

Attempt Etude

seonghwa (alucard ) x yunho (trevor belmont) x reader (sypha belnades) / fantasy au, castlevania au, angst, romance, poly (implied, suggested but not confirmed) / warnings: blood mentions, violence, cursing, alcohol intake, suggestive tones / wc: 3k, r: 18+

posting late! very on brand of me (not proud at all) but it´s here! hope it doesn´t feel rushed. I wanted something darker, something bloodier, but my head is not in that space rn. this is done for another crazy collab with my dream team! (@daemour @sanjoongie @flurrys-creativity and @potatomountain) don´t forget to check their stories which i´´ll be reading and rebloging following up this one, please enjoy, cause some of us suffered!

It was another day on foot towards Bralia. 

You walked front. The bickering of Seonghwa and Yunho getting louder, and meaner by the second. You were about to shut them off when suddenly you noticed the path had become different.

“Shh, wait” you whispered, lifting a finger and making both men freeze. 

“What is it?” Yunho asked.

“Hm. On the ground, look” Seonghwa glanced at their feet. He got a closer look, confirming your suspicions.

“They are here, probably between the taller trees”

You got in position, and your partners did the same. You were hungry, thirsty and not in the mood to loose to some devil, night creature, vampire or whatever these footprints belonged to.

“Night creatures?” Yunho asked, hand on his whip. 

“Whatever it is, be alert” Seonghwa walked slowly towards you, and as soon as he reached you, you noticed.

“Shit. the trees are so tall, it–”

“... practically night down here” Seonghwa finished for you. He then whispered. “On guard, they´re here”.

As soon as he finished talking, the whooshing sounds of something moving between the trees resonated against the utter silence. Then they launched against you. Seonghwa moved fast, tacking you down to prevent the creature from grabbing you. Yunho launched his whip against it a few feets back.

“Stay sharp” Seonghwa disappeared, well rather sprinted so fast you couldn't see him. The creature, one of them, wasted no time and launched at you again as Seonghwa disappeared. You launched icy pillars to its front, quickly dodging him., but he was persistent. 

Seonghwa´s sword swinging catched nothing but air. Yunho´s whip did no better. These creatures had thought of this attack. If you didn´t stop them soon they would overpower the three of you, and who knows how many of them were hiding, ready to launch at you too when you were too  vulnerable. 

You screamed, pushing back the one attacking you, placing your palms over its roughen skin. The fire burning in your palms made the creature retreat before gaining speed and launching back. You took a few steps back ready to receive his attack, when something grabbed you from behind. 

In a blink of an eye you were being dragged against the mud, when you felt a strike of air rush in front of your face. Yunho´s groan accompanied by the swing of his whip hit the creature that had a hold of you. The hit in your head made you dizzy but you managed to stand up and make an energy barrier around you. Yunho launched himself back to the creature.

“Yunho no!” you shouted but he was already beating the creature, or rather, trying not to let himself be.

You sprint to help, but are stopped by a sharp clawed hand ripping your arm. The sting was painful, but you had no time to complain. Seonghwa kept fighting about three of them to your right. You launched a few flames at the creature´s feet, it squealed and backed off. You created more flames on your palms when you saw it, two more appeared by its side, the three of them ready for you.

As they were sprinting ready to attack, you saw, or heard the familiar sound of Seonghwa making its way through the trees, one of them lunged towards you, making your back hit the ground. Seonghwa launched his sword at its head, but just as quickly another was on top of you. Your flames kept them back but they quickly went at you. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groaned. He aimed his whip at the creature's head on top of you. With gritted teeth, he pushed the one fighting him and wrapped his whip around it until it was finished, quickly running towards you. 

You saw him launch himself on top of the creature growling at you, he was beating himself up. You glanced at Seonghwa, he was too. You just wished he knew what he was doing. 

Yunho killed one and then threw away the other one. You stood up and ran to the middle, between your partners and launched icy pillars and flames to the creatures as both Seonghwa and Yunho launched them in the air. 

There was only one of them left, and just as it appeared, it retreated back into the trees.

“Fuck, about time they backed up,”Yunho spoke under his breath. 

“Exactly. We need to move, there's probably more coming” Seonghwa said, still alert in case a sudden launch of claws appeared in front of his face. 

The tree of you moved quickly, the sun was blinding the moment you stepped out of the forest. 

“They won't attack us here, let's rest for a bit, then we can go to the nearest town and find and in” Seonghwa suggested, gathering wood to light a fire pit.

“And something to eat, I'm starving” you added. You sat against a rock, thankfully it was a flatten one, when Yunho approached you as Seonghwa disappeared for a bit. 

“Are you alright?” 

You blinked slowly at him. It was not like Yunho to come to you and ask you if you were doing fine out of the blue. “A little beaten, nothing that fresh bread and some ale can´t fix”. 

“Yeah, alright.. Hm” he seemed to want to say something more but didn´t. “What about that?” he eyed the long scratch on your arm.

“It's fine, I fixed it already, thankfully I moved fast so it wasn't too deep. I just need to rest, and take a warm bath”. 

Again he seemed to want to add something else. 

“And some ale! And bread!” you kept going. It was bothering you that he just seemed to have trouble saying whatever he wanted to say. “Anyways, it's a beautiful sunset, I like it way better than inside that filthy forest” you chuckled. 

“Hm. Yeah,” Yunho whispered.

“Out with it Yunho, you want to say something?” you squint your eyes at him, cornering him up.

“What do you mean?” 

“It's not like you to come and ask me if i´m alright, there's something weird with you tonight”.

“We almost died back there, I might be melancholic”.

You laughed. Yunho´s vulnerable side was something you didn't expect to witness today. “Sorry, I just.. It's so weird seeing you act like this–” you turned to see him, and got startled by the way he was looking at you. “Yunho?” 

There it was, it was a fine smile drawn on his lips. His eyes shone brightly. He seemed happy. 

“Sorry, I– just enjoy when you laugh, you look beautiful”. 

“What?” you snapped. 

Yunho frowned, he had just said it without thinking. Yes. He wasn't thinking at all. “I mean,” he coughed trying to make up the words he wanted to say.

“Stop with that!” you pushed him back. “Don't say things you don't mean” you stood up, going to sit across from him. 

“What the fuck did I do?” Yunho groaned, standing up and walking past you, probably to find Seonghwa and retaliate his anger towards him.

.

.

.

“Just so you know, you should take care of her tonight”.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes at his companion, turning his head to look at you, sitting a few tables back speaking to an old man animatedly. The same man you said “looked like an old mage” as soon as the three of you entered the tavern after wandering around almost all night. 

“I don’t think your friend can hold on anymore, I don’t want to have to clean up her mess if she throws up on my table”. The tavern owner looked at both Seonghwa and Yunho with a raised eyebrow as a warning.

“See, that’s exactly what I am saying” Yunho turned back to Seonghwa, pushing his cheek with his tongue and giving you a quick annoyed glance.  Seonghwa sighs, getting up from his seat and walking towards you. 

“Thought you said you were good with alcohol?”. he sat beside you, crossing his arms and legs. “Come on, come back with us, leave this poor man alone”. The old man looked at you with pleading eyes, and signaled how he couldn't unlink his arm from yours. 

You threw your hands at Seonghwa, getting closer and brushing your lips on his cheek. “You come to rescue me, or him?” you whispered before bursting into laughter and going back to the old man’s side. “I'm not going ANYWHERE WITH THAT PRICK” you snapped out so Yunho could hear. It was a successful call out as he turned again, now looking even more annoyed.

“Aha!” Seonghwa turned, “So he made you mad and now I'm paying the price” 

You got closer to him again slowly, fluttering your eyelashes. “Am I that much of a nuance for you, Hwa?”

“When you are angry— yes, you are insufferable, now that three drinks to that and no one is safe”.

“Oh she’s had more than three, she had taken mine too!” the old guy finally snapped, taking the chance to free from your arm and leave the table, taking what was left of his drink with him.

“You scared him! He was telling me how to cut time on our way to Bralia!” 

Seonghwa laughed, taking your hand and dragging you back to the counter where Yunho was hunched on his seat. “Come one you can talk about this with him, don't be childish”.You took your seat in between them, but without looking at Yunho to your right. Yunho glanced at you for a second, before going back to stare at his drink. 

“How are you not drunk yet? Though the Jeon’s had it in their blood” Seonghwa snapped at Yunho trying to break the silence that followed but was unsuccessful. “Well, cheer up you two, we still in one piece —against all odds”

“Exaaaactly! Let's cheer for that! You let out with a hiccup, asking the bartender for another round. The very tall and very bald man grinned behind his mustache but served each of you another round.

“I seriously think you shouldn't…” Yunho started but you quickly shut him up.

“Leave the thinking to Hwa or me, alright? I had enough of your ideas tonight” 

Yunho grunted, turning to the side and gulping his drink in one go.

Seonghwa soothed the space between his eyebrows and sighed deeply. This was going to be a long night unless he dug on what got you two grumpy at each other. And the sooner the better, if he wished to have some decent sleep before venturing into the deep forest again tomorrow morning. 

“Can you join me outside for a second? I need some fresh air” he asked. He knew Yunho wouldn’t say a word and he still didn't know how to push him to open up to him. But you were a firecracker, a few paths in the back and you will tell him about everything. 

Seonghwa was just about to ask you what had happened when you snapped.

“HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL!”

He blinked for a few seconds, letting out a dry laugh. “So that’s what happened back there! No wonder why he kept groaning instead of helping me get the wood for the fire pit”.

“He was! I don’t know…afraid to die back there I guess, I man he could have panicked!” you stumbled between words. You knew Yunho meant it, but you didn’t want to accept the fact that on what he thought it was going to be his last thought, he decided to call you beautiful. 

“Darling, you know he meant what he said. Why are you upset about that instead of acting on it?” 

You blushed hard. You have been so attached to both Seonghwa and Yunho since the journey started. You have learned to confide and love them both. But with Seonghwa, even in his constant silence, things were easier to say. Now Yunho… he made you weak cause you could trust Seonghwa to take care of himself, but Yunho needed you the most, he was still very broken. You shook your head. Yunho would hate hearing you talk of him like this, but, it was how you felt… 

“Seriously, you two need to fuck soon, im getting tired of this.” 

You freezed in place. “Seonghwa!” 

“I mean it. I would gladly let Yunho join anytime you want, you know I love you both, but I do think you need a first time alone before that can happen”. He smiled, grabbing you by your chin.

“Stop that!” you blushed hard. The alcohol mixed with the swirling on your stomach caused a rather unpleasant reaction. “I dont wnt to fuck him, he– I don’t know how to feel about him!” 

“You love him, just like you love me, well this hurt me to say but you might love him a little more, you are just too proud to admit it”. 

“Hwa…” 

Soeghwa raised his eyebrows. “It’s fine sweet, Jeon has that drunk charm that's hard to resist, I guess.” he chuckled and you pushed him back, to which he theatrically retreated. 

“Alright alright, I give up for now, but seriously you need to talk to him, he’s harmless like a cat, and he— Wait here, I’ll let him say it”.

Seonghwa sat you gently in the stool outside the tavern. You hugged yourself head spinning and legs trembling. You weren’t sure you were drunk anymore, the idea of Yunho and you… and Seonghwa…

A few minutes later you could hear the voices inside the tavern getting louder, and a couple of grunts and loud steps startled you. You stood up to check what was happening inside when suddenly the door opened, and Yunho was pushed outside, Seonghwa peeking his head by the door. “You two will settle this tonight. I won't let you in until you do.” with that said he closed the door behind him. 

“Bastard! Open up!!” Yunho grunted trying to open the door. Inside you could hear the voice of the tavern owner yelling at Seonghwa for barricading the door, to which you smiled, as if it would be a harder challenge to pretend he was struggling to keep them away, than actually doing it. You turned to Yunho, who kept grunting trying to open the door from outside, so you knew you had to do this quickly.

“Yunho,” you stood beside him, eyes on the dark starry night, calling him out but trying to avoid him at the same time. “Seonghwa is right. We need to talk this up”.

“Talk about what? Oh yes, the fact that you pushed me back when I said … forget it”.

“Yes yes, about that.” you sighed.

“You know I wasn’t lying, so what do you want to pretend I did? That wasn’t even the only thing I was going to say before you punched me”. Yunho grunted.

You froze again. Oh no. Here it comes. ”What do you mean?” 

Yunho tried but quickly stumbled on his words, looking everywhere to focus his eyes on, but you. “I care about you, back there we could– have died, and that never scared me before,” you tensed up and crossed your arms over your chest, eyes drifting over to him. “Now that I have you two, I don´t know, I think I would like to live a little longer…” He was looking at his feet, but suddenly his eyes lifted and met yours.

“Yunho…”

“Fuck I´d rather be back fighting night creatures,” You knew he was going to back off if you didn´t say anything, and only the thought of him blocking himself to you made your guts swirl again.

“Yunho! Just say it!”

Yunho looked at you like a nervous dog waiting to be scolded. He looked anxious, he knew the words but he didn't know how to say them. Suddenly, both turned around and saw the knob turning without success.

“Geez. listen, I like you, I know you know but you always take everything I say so… lightly”.

“Yunho, you always say dumb things that get us in trouble, and you are always half drunk if not drunk completely, and– you always say how idealistic I am and how much it bothers you, you don't take me seriously either”.

“Yeah but that’s not things that make me dislike you, I actually admire those things, and you make us get in trouble far more than me by the record”.

“Oh you–”

“So, what I'm trying to say is that I like you– I do think you are beautiful, daring, and you always fight without trying to hurt innocent people, even if you don't like violence. I– never met someone like you before” 

You kept silent but smiled, you wanted to say a thousand things but words felt useless. You wanted to tell him that you liked him, even loved him as well. That you were grateful to have them both beside you on this journey. If he just did what you were thinking… If you just did it.

Yunho leaned towards you, smiling shyly and your eyes shone at how delicate he looked even if he was practically towering you up. He got closer and closer and you closed your eyes instinctively, waiting for him to brush his lips against yours at least, when the sudden stomp for the door being pushed open startled both, making Yunho move the inches back away from you. 

“So, is it settled?” Seonghwa laughed, getting breathless by the second as the bald tavern owner and the few other guys inside fell over him finally making him move away from the door.

Yunho smiles sweetly at you. A smile you had only seen on him the day the three fought and won against the night creatures of Dracula, back in the castle. 

You smiled at him, and then at Seonghwa. 

“Almost,” you replied sweetly, as Yunho and you helped Seonghwa stand up, as the men cursed at you three and closed the door in Seonghwa´s face. “Thanks Hwa, for giving us some time”.

Seonghwa smirked, flattened his jacket and started walking. “I´d hope you would kiss her at least Jeon, but you ain't very good with words”. 

“Bastard, you were listening?!” Yunho grunted, immediately following him down the stone path towards the in. The sun was coming up and you looked at the sky for a moment. The bickering of your two companions served as white noise and even behind Yunho´s cursing and Seonghwa´s snarky replies, you smiled.

 It felt so warm, like home, like a real family.

@mingsolo please do not repost/translate to other sites.

a/n: thank you for reading until the end! i have a half written part two for this, and yes,it gets spicey ;)

[eclipseslayer]

• Trevor Belmont Smut Drabble

• CW: fingering

Trevor Belmont likes to tease.

His fingers will graze over your clit, just barely, while he's propped up on one arm, laying on his side—a smirk, plastered onto his lips while he watches you writhe beneath him.

"Trevor please—"

"Please what?" He interrupts, knowing you won't say what he's after anyway. He has to pull it out of you, as if he were pulling teeth.

"Please, I need it—"

"Need what?" He sits up, leaning over you now, his gaze bares into yours, wanting you to say what he wants to hear, but he's going to be a dick about it until he hears those few words.

"Trevor!" You hiss, just trying to get what you want, but he's having none of it. His fingers still continue their slow, teasing movements.

"Say. It." He punctuates clearly, and a smirk pries at his lips. "Say what I wanna hear."

You take a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts as you feel heat rise to your face. You sigh, "Trevor please. Want your fingers in me."

There it is.

That smirk that pried onto his lips is now fully etched onto his face, giving the smug bastard a sense of satisfaction.

"Finally. Good girl."

[alucarddear]

the baker imagine is so cute! she always has something baked for him and leaves her shop open a little longer, hoping that he shows up (and pretending her heart doesn't skip a beat when she sees him at the door)

Fine, fine, fine. You guys have coaxed it out of me. Here’s how I picture the baker imagine starts. 🤭

Sugar and spice (Alucard x F!Baker)

She’s the new baker in town. Adrian’s early morning walks has never been the same since her arrival.

Where his mornings used to be marked only by the calming sounds of nature (birds twittering and fluttering about, animals scampering away in bushes, the gentle streaming of his favourite river), nowadays he is enveloped by wafts of spicy cinnamon and sweet syrups that hang in the air for hours on end.

Before long, the sight and sweet scent of the new baker girl becomes just as familiar as his forest trees and animals.

Whenever he passes by her stall in the market, he cannot help but sniff the air. She herself always seems to carry the scent of cinnamon, honey, and vanilla made complex by the gentlest wisp of smoke. She smells to him exactly like one of her pastries on the stand. Delectable.

“Try our new special, Cherry-filled Sticky Buns!” she calls out one day—maybe to nobody in particular, but he stops in his tracks all the same as if she had picked him out from the crowd and called him by name.

One bite and he’s hooked. What’s wrong with me? he admonishes himself. I’m not even fond of sweets… and yet he’s back at it again the next day.

Soon, she starts closing her shop juuust a little later than the usual. Just right after he stops by. Somehow, it just doesn’t feel right to close before her favourite customer gets his pastries for the day. She always throws in a little extra too and tells herself it’s the reason for his frequent visits.

Of course, it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Unbeknownst to her, he was enamoured of her completely. Adrian knows infatuation when he sees it by now. It’s sudden and irrational, so why fight it?

He’s there as soon as she opens the very next day.

[m-owo-n]

Ok so like it's like the end of Castlevania (spoilers) when it's revealed that Dracula and Lisa are alive, and they go to an inn. And they're laying in bed saying how they don't know how it happened, but everyone thinks they're dead and maybe it's better like that ...... SO THAT??? BUT JAYVIK????

[darkimaginativeplace]

Some tender Trephacard for the writing prompt? :)

Gosh, I’ve written SO MUCH tender Trephacard! I’ll definitely write more in the future but here’s a master post in the meantime:

“Like the moon in the arms of the sky” (drabble collection, completed)

Chapter 1: Night Visitor (Alucard slips into Trevor and Sypha’s bed at night)

Chapter 4: Marks (morning after shenanigans: Sypha wakes up after a busy night, Trevor and Alucard get up after a busy morning)

Chapter 6: Healthy (Alucard and Sypha bond over Trevor’s morning wood, NSFW)

Chapter 8: A Night at the Inn (the trio rent a room all to themselves on a rainy night on the road. vaguely NSFW)

Chapter 9: Tamer (Alucard assists while Sypha dirty talks Trevor into sub space. NSFW)

Chapter 11: Fae (Sypha does Alucard’s hair and Trevor is stuck in bisexual panic)

Chapter 14: To Behold (Sypha and Alucard top Trevor. Praise ensues. NSFW)

Chapter 17: Surprise (Alucard thinks Sypha and Trevor intend to surprise him with a pregnancy announcement but he surprises them instead)

Chapter 20: The One Who Didn’t Flinch (Alucard undresses in front of his lovers for the first time. NSFW + trans! Alucard)

Chapter 21: Solstice (the trio spends the longest night of the year with a good ol’ celebratory marathon fuck. NSFW)

Chapter 23: Adrian (Trevor calls Alucard by his given name during sex. NSFW)

Chapter 24: Pulse (Alucard listens to his lovers’ child heartbeat)

Chapter 26: Greedy (Sypha borrows Alucard’s strap to top Trevor. NSFW)

Chapter 28: Spoiled (this just in: beds are great. NSFW)

Chapter 29: The Invitation (Alucard gets invited into his friends’ bed for cuddles)

Chapter 31: Time (the trio parts ways but not before getting promise rings made)

“Until it sleeps” (drabble collection, ongoing)

Chapter 4: A Thing of Beauty (Trevor’s stamina is not the same as it was, but his lovers don’t mind. NSFW)

Chapter 10: Easy On The Eyes (Sypha hits on Alucard for Trevor while they think Trevor can’t hear them)

Chapter 12: Fox (Trevor and Sypha tenderly rail Alucard in the woods outside his father’s Castle. NSFW)

“The Sweetest Irony” (multiple chapters, NSFW, ongoing)

Alucard is finally reunited with his old friends, although a lingering sense of uncertainly looms over them, as he, who’d offered to raise Trevor’s child, now hesitates to get close. Sypha battles a new uncertainty about her place in the world, without her magic and her people. The last Belmont, a lifelong outcast, struggles to adapt to a life of community. Will their new way of life bring them together or set the apart?

[lrickwig]

¡¡INVIRTIENDO LOS PAPELES DE MAVIS Y ALUCARD!! 🔄

Alucard con Dracula de Transilvania 🦇❤️‼️

Mavis con Dracula de Castlevania. 🦇🫀‼️

Johnny cuando conoció a Mavis, pero es Alucard~ 🤫

Y Mavis; a punto de pelear con su no papá. ☝🏻

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Muchas gracias por ver está práctica y visión, like para más cringe. ✍🏻