#castlevania smut

[pinkmirth]

Hiiii! Hope you are well!

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

Sincerely, a Vlad girlie!!

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

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

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

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

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Alucard getting overstimulated by his s/o to the point he's whimpering and teary-eyed?

His lungs burned as he tried to clutch air into them. Alternating between gasping pants and clinching his jaw so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

How long had they been doing this for? Hours? Days? Centuries? Alucard felt it difficult to keep track of time. Keep track of anything other than trying to get air in his lungs, his lover’s wonderful cruel touches, and the need to cum.

“Aww…is it getting too hard my love?” Their sweet voice called to him. A finger tipping his chin up to crane his neck off the bed, which he instantly follows. A willing puppet to their whims. “I mean, I know your cock is already too hard. So red and swollen.” He gasped when their other hand drifted over his erection. Hips lifting to get just a little more touch that he needed to cum. But he was denied. “It looks to vibrant against your beautiful, white skin.”

“….please….” Alucard can barely choke out the words. He had actually been strangled, so he could honestly say that their skillful torment had left him strangled for words.

“Ooo…you beg so beautifully too. My sweet love. The son of the all powerful vampire lord Dracula at the quaking mercy of a little human. What would your father think?”

His fangs bare in a hiss, possibly a subconscious flash at the remark or from another barely their touch on his inner thigh near his balls. “….please…”

“You’re so beautiful when you cry too.” He hadn’t even noticed he was crying until they leaned in to lick a single tear from his cheek. Frustration, pain, or just squeezing them so tightly, he wasn’t sure what caused them. He was sure that elation was the cause of them after they told him, “ok. You can cum now.” It was like a cord snapped inside him as he came ropes of cum all over himself and the bed. Not unassisted by the fact that his back bent off the bed like he was possessed.

Alucard fell back to the bed when he was finished, then fell back into himself. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” His voice was a little hoarse. Probably from earlier when he was moaning & crying out. Fighting against it before he relented and just let them do what they wanted with him. Submitted so he could have the opportunity for release.

A cool rag drifted over his chest and arms, and Alucard lulled his head over to their lap that was already near it. “You seem to be needing this more than usual.” He had no comment on their remark. Mostly because it was hard to argue when they were right. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” He repeated and they dropped it. Letting him fall asleep as they finished cleaning him up, then crawled into bed after him. Maybe it was the exhaustion, he thought as he drifted off. Why he kept asking for this. If he was too distracted by orgasm to think, then too tired to think after, then maybe that was the reason. Or maybe he was just starting to like it more.

Either way, he would keep asking as long as they would provide. They seemed to have no qualms about doing this so far. So, he was safe. For now.

[m00nchildthings]

ALUCARD X PREGNANT!READER

This story was based off of this one right here: https://www.tumblr.com/m00nchildthings/703854020457021440/mating-press-and-breeding-kink-with-alucard

if anything this can be read as a sequel where he managed to get you knocked up cw for pregnant reader, oral sex one sparing use of the reader being called mama, and alucard being a hovering creep towards you for carrying his child also slight pregnancy kink if you squint not even read over once bone apple teeth🧑‍🍳😙🤌

p.s. @yazzzmints @ch3rryistheg you asked and i delivered

“You’re hovering Adrian”.

“I do not hover,”

You sighed, closing the large ornate tome you had been reading and setting it on the small wooden table beside your chair. He was hovering and whether he was oblivious to it or simply choosing to be obtuse, he was doing it a hell of a lot more recently. You knew why though, you thought as you brought your hand over your swollen stomach. Seven months into your pregnancy and through every step Alucard had treated you and your unborn child like fine china perpetually teetering over a precocious edge.

“You are aware we won’t turn to ash the moment we leave your vision,” you said cheekily staring up at your dhampir lover. His eyes narrowed before he swept past you, moving to sit in the armchair beside your own. He sat there, for a moment beautiful like marble with his eyes closed, before turning to face you.

“I am very well aware of that,” he said, placing his chin in his hand as he peered at you. You hummed, turning away from him, instead choosing to focus on the crackling fireplace in front of you, pretending the warm embers floating around the wood were far more interesting than the golden haired man sitting next to you.

“Then I hope that you are also aware,” you began pausing to take a sip of the tea still hot on your side table “that fathers who hover around the pregnant wives are bound to produce children that do not enjoy their company,”

“That isn’t true,” you could see his brows furrow from your peripheral view, hiding your chuckle behind another sip of tea, you continued.

“It very well might be an old wives tale, but I have heard of children coming out fussy towards their fathers fresh out of the womb-,” you were cut off with a loud swoosh as Alucard gracefully stepped towards you settling down at his knees, hands placed on your stomach.

“You won’t dislike me right?” he directed at your stomach, brow even more wrinkled with worry “Surely they understand I am just so, eager, to meet them right darling?,”

He stared up at you now, golden eyes tense with worry, your lip wobbled as you held back your smile. Here before you on his knees was Alucard Tepes; one of the slayers of Dracula, the feared prince of the night that cut down his enemies like knives through butter- reduced to a simpering thing at the fear your child might come straight from you hating him. You relented not having the heart to tease him any longer you cradled his jaw in your hand.

“I was just teasing my love, surely our child will love you just as much as I,” immediately he relaxed, melting into the palm of your hand. His golden eyes cut up at you a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“You are cruel to do such a thing to your doting lover,” his alabaster hand gripped your wrist as he turned to lay a kiss in the fleshy part of your palm. “I treat you so sweetly and you insist on giving me heart palpitations.

“Consider it payback for what your hellspawn is doing to my body, I can barely make it from here to the door without my swollen ankles and aching spine objecting,” you said, bringing your hand away from him to stretch the intense cracking of your back emphasizing your point.

Alucard stood, staring down at you, he adored your changing body evidence of the growth of his child in you. You’d always been beautiful in his eyes, but something about knowing the swell of your stomach was from your baby growing inside of you, surely you were a goddess gifting him with the gifts of gifts. Bending down he looped his arms around your waist ignoring your grumbles of objection when he picked you up hoisting you into his arms until your knees hung over his elbows.

“Then allow me to be your legs,” you huffed rolling your eyes as Alucard toted you out of your rather comfortable reading room, you knew where he was taking you of course. The looming large ornate doors of your bedroom came into view as Alucard steadily carried you to them.

“Our bedroom,” you said flatly “I wonder what reason you could have for bringing me here Adrian,”

“I have no idea what you are implying deer,” he said, turning to press his back to the door, opening it with your combined weights. Barely holding back his impish grin (a look a great number of others refused to believe existed when you said he did so on the regular) he rushed you to your bed gently placing you on the downy mattress.

“Your feet must be killing you,” he said, gracefully moving to sit beside you and patting his lap. Begrudgingly you laid back against the comforter swinging your aching feet to his lap. He gently massaged your foot pressing his fingers into the soles of your feet soothing the pain that afflicted you. His talented hands seemed to pull all the aches from them knowing how to just work your body from months of repeated practice. A particularly forceful push into your left heel and you couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from your throat. Alucard smiled at you gently placing your feet on the bed beside him.

“See? So sweetly,” he said, placing his now free hand on your stomach.

“My body still aches,” you grumbled, still feeling the tension in your back

“I can help with that,”

“Your version of help is what got me into this predicament,” chuckling Alucard slowly spread your legs apart hiking your dress to just under your belly. There laid out before him nestled in a thatch of curls your cunt shined for him, already glistening with arousal. His slender fingers traced up the warm slit of your puffy lips noticing the audible hitch in your breaths

“If you don’t like my version of help then where are your undergarments,” he questioned, knuckles grazing up and down your quivering pussy

“They no longer -mmph- fit,” you moa, turning around to bury your head into the pillow.

“How lucky for me,” he murmured, just barely above a whisper as he sank down till his face was level with your heat “that my favorite snack is but a silk slip away from tongue,”

With one scathing breath his mouth was on you, pink lips pressing toward your own. His tongue wickedly lapped at you running wet circles around your throbbing clit before slipping its way into your clenching cunt. He couldn’t help the vibrating moans, near purrs that reverberated into you, as your juices flooded his taste buds. He couldn't help the way he ate at you ravaging your quim with every fiery stroke through your quivering lips. Your hands tugged at his golden locks pulling him closer and closer to your weeping cunt. How foolish, he thought as he drank up all you had to offer, why pull him close when you both know the last thought on his mind was pulling away?

Your orgasm crested, creeping up on you with each lascivious lick that toyed with your throbbing clit. It was with one particularly harsh suck that had you falling apart, melting apart like butter on warm toast your cunt creamed over your lover's tongue. Undeterred Alucard continued to viciously feast on your juices, moaning as they glossed his face. Clawed hands though gentle, held your hips in place as they began to buck so he could wrap his lips around your clit sucking on the shiny pearl undisturbed.

“A-Adrian please, s’too much I need-,” interrupting you Alucard sighed loudly, releasing your clit with an audible pop.

“You never let me have my fill,” he complained peering up at you over your swollen belly “but I know what you need,”

Rising Alucard reached for his trousers tugging the strings till his cock, heavy with a bead of precum pooling at the tip, fell free. Smiling and flashing those fangs of his wide he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing at his cock he lined the drooling pink head with your equally wet cunt, rubbing it between your lips and nudging at your clit. Gently he pushed inside of you, hissing as your heat slowly enveloped him till the hilt. The two of you rested there for a moment panting as your limbs tangled about each other. You whined under him, arms reaching towards him, hands making grabby motions for him. Alucard reached underneath you pulling you towards him. You both sat there, connected at your most intimate of places, your sweaty forehead resting on his cool one.

“Adrian,”

“Yes my love?”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes my love”

With a low chuffing noise, Alucard thrust up into you once, twice, three times, every one seeming to be deeper than the last. Your mouth hung agape as your lover continuously fucked up into you carving the shape of him deep into your cunt. Moans barely escaped you as every thrust seemed to steal your breath, your eyes stared into the golden ones of your lover unable to look away. Before you could process Alucard's hand gripped your ass holding you towards him as he stood on the bed, steadying his feet in the cushion and using his grip to lift you fast up and down his cock.

“Do you feel me sweet, deep, in here,” he rasped as he bounced you on his cock balls slapping on your ass. His hot breath fanned your face as he used your own weight to fuck you, one particular hard thrust had your eyes rolling back into your skull, and with a rush words escaped you.

“Fuck Adein yes! Fuck me please, I- oh god don’t stop!” you screamed nails clawing into the rolling muscles of his back.

“That’s it mama,” he hissed somehow managing to grip you closer, shifting to the balls of his feet he began to roll his hips up into you to match every bounce of your ass against his thighs “Take it, cum for me, let me feel your silk grip me,”

You don’t know whether it was his words that got you there so quickly or the orgasm he gave you prior, but with a barely audible cry you came walls gripping him tightly as you gushed around him. Alucard grit his teeth at the grip your cunt had him in, thrusting a few times before spilling inside you with a strangled cry. Alucard fell to his knees holding you close as you both bounced on the mattress. He pulled you off him holding back chuckles when you grumbled from the over sensitivity. Gently he laid you down before getting off the bed and leaving towards your bedroom bath chamber. He returned with a warm bowl of water and two warm cotton cloths.

Sitting beside you Alucard dipped the washcloth into the water wringing it before bringing it to your heaving body. Carefully he cleaned you off, wiping the spunk he left at your center. You groaned, pushing at his hands, still feeling far too sensitive. With a chuckle he dropped the now sullied rag once you were clean of him, reaching to prepare the second one he had brought and pressed the soothing cotton to your sweaty brow. Your eyes closed as you let your dhampir lover continue with his aftercare.

“Am I forgiven yet, for breeding you with my -what did you call our child- hellspawn?” he asked golden eyes trained onto your face. With a sigh you looked up at him already having forgotten the remark you had made earlier. A sly smirk tugged at your tired face.

“For the time being leonito,”

[kiatheinsomniac]

──── 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i'll love you forever if anyone knows what the title is a quote from. anyway, i was craving primal, desperate, bloody sex with alucard so here it is 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, biting, marking, blood drinking, oral (fem. receiving), overstimulation (male and fem.), men whimpering and moaning

A desperate noise leaves your lips as his fangs sink into your neck. There’s pain but a rush of pleasure too as his canines withdraw and his lips wrap gently yet eagerly around the wound, your blood pooling on his tongue, sluicing down his throat, staining his teeth red and pink. And when he kisses you, it’s with a mouth of heat and copper and yet it’s not off-putting in the slightest as his tongue slides against yours and he then buries his face in your neck again, lapping at the punctures over your throat, warm breath panting against your bloody skin. 

A moan leaves his lips and your hand tangles in his gossamer hair, the ends darkened and stuck together where they’ve swiped through the blood on your bodies. He’s not the only one leaving marks through as your other hand is scratching angry, vengeful lines down his back. He’s on top of you, nestled between your soft thighs, the insides which are already painted with fang punctures and love bites, having been thoroughly pampered and prepared with his skillful tongue before he even considered taking his own pleasure for you. 

His heart might be slower than yours but every beat of it belongs to you so as your pulse thrums through your veins like a storm, he listens to its flutters and feels the warmth of its work on his tongue. His alabaster skin is also smeared with the red liquid. Your life isn’t like his: it’s warm, red, brief and he wants to worship it. Your life flowing from your broken skin isn’t unappreciated at all and you’ll be treated like a queen of queens after this but for now he wants to love every part of you, of your nature, to feed from you if only to prove how his immortal life rests in your living hands. 

Your thighs squeeze his narrow waist, heels digging into his back to push him deeper into where he’s pumping in and out of your welcoming, wet walls. Between your flowing blood and arousal, your bodies meet with repeated wet smacks and he looks at you with lidded eyes the colour of winter sun. He’s beautiful – unspeakably so – and it only makes you pull him into another kiss, your tongue sliding past his fangs and tasting the bitterness of your blood and arousal that’s filled his mouth. 

The kiss breaks and he rests his forehead against yours, brow pinched in pleasure as he thrusts into you, stretching you sweetly as his tip kisses your cervix each time, hips angled to reach each sweet spot of yours along the way to keep those sweet moans and whines pouring past your bloodied lips. His breath mingles with yours and a whimper squeezes out of his pale throat. 

“You’re so warm… so, so warm.” He props himself up with a hand on the headboard and looks down at your writhing figure beneath him, breasts bouncing enticingly with each firm smack of his hips against yours. “I want to see you come again, I want to feel it.” His eyes are watery with how overwhelmingly good he feels, crystalline drops clinging to his long lashes. His other hand ventures down to your clit where he begins to rub sticky hearts, pressing down on the sensitive button to feel your walls clench around him. “So pretty… you’re so pretty, my love.” He sighs out when you throw your head back and he feels the way you tighten on his cock. 

He wants to keep on looking over you like this but he can’t resist the crimson splashed over your throat like sweet syrup and his tongue is lapping at the punctures he’s left in your flesh again. 

“Come for me, darling.” He coaxes, voice slightly muffled with the tip of his tongue still on your warm skin, “Come on my cock and show me your prettiest self.” He smiles when your moans go up in pitch and he can feel your thighs squirm and tense. With his one hand, he keeps on pressing and rubbing your clit, rapidly flicking the pads of his fingers over it, but the other goes to the back of your knee, pressing on it to hold you open so that you cannot close your legs when the pleasure washes over you. You wouldn’t be able to close your legs with him between them anyway but he wants an unobstructed view of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over so that he can see how you’ve made a halo of cream at his base, length shining with how much he can turn you on, the insides of your thighs smudged with blood and darkened with love bites. 

“A-Adrian, please.” You cry out as you begin to tremble and all that pressure building up in your belly finally collapses in on itself, sending utter bliss washing through your body. He bites you again, over your breast this time, and lets out a muffled moan of his own. You’re contracting so tightly around him that it’s got his hips stuttering and everything about you from your feel to your looks, your sounds, your scent, your taste has him going right over the edge with you. A whimper escapes him as he slows down his steady but firm pace, now just grinding into you as he pumps you full of warm cum. He leans down over you more and shifts your hips so that it’s less likely for it to spill out of you. 

You’re both pushed to your most sensitive states but he doesn’t care and continues to grind into that soft spot of yours with his tip over and over and over, pulling soft, wet noises from your fluttering walls. He fucks his cum deeper into you, not wanting a drop to spill from your body for now and yet he’s already anticipating the sight of seeing it leak from you when he pulls out. Alucard’s body feels as though it’s on fire with the overstimulation settling into his being and yet he’s enjoying you far too much to care and with those beautiful tears prickling the corners of your glittery eyes, he can’t find it in himself to stop. 

He nuzzles into your bloodied neck as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you close to him and encouraging your spine into an arch. You’re trembling like a leaf in the wind but he’s right there with you, desperate sounds slipping past bloodied lips for the both of you. Eventually, he reaches the pinnacle of that sweet fire in his veins and he finally goes still. He presses a kiss to your collarbone reverently and then slowly pulls out, mindful of how sensitive the both of you are. Just as anticipated, he’s blessed with the sight of your puffy pussy that glistens with your juices and leaks his thick ropes of cum, framed by your pretty thighs that he’s bruised with his mouth and punctures with his teeth, smudged with blood. 

He lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms, bodies damp with sweat and blood. You curl up against his toned, scarred chest and he’s holding the most precious thing in the world. He smooths your hair back and away from your face, lips pressing to your forehead as he closes his eyes, coming down from his high. He cups your cheek and then kisses that next.

After around ten minutes, he gets up to begin doting on you like royalty. You deserved every bit of pleasure he was capable of giving and now you deserve every ounce of care. 

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[daisynik7]

Pairing: Alucard x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: vampires, blood, periods, smut – cunnilingus during a period, vaginal sex (doggy), creampie

Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, thanks for all those who encouraged me by saying they'd read this hehe. Enjoy! Divider by @/ohmarigold!

It’s been a little less than a month since you waltzed into the desolate castle nearly ten miles from your hometown. You’ve heard the rumors about it through whispers on the streets and drunken confessions at the bar. It’s Dracula’s estate, the bearer of demons and disaster, though he has since perished. It’s been told that the deed was done at the hands of his own son, Adrian Tepes, better known as Alucard. Surely, you had to check this out for yourself to see if the legend stands true.

What you didn’t predict was falling for the allusive charm of the son of Dracula. That you’d be living here as a permanent resident and take the role as Alucard’s forever human plaything. And that you love it. You love him. In the span of a few short weeks, you’ve completely abandoned your mundane life to share your exciting future with this dhampir. It really is something out of legends.  

Tonight, you lie in bed with him, snuggled close to his body. His breath tickles you, his fangs barely grazing skin as he presses delicate kisses along your neck. You giggle, running your hand through his silky hair, tugging him back to kiss him on the mouth. “Adrian,” you whisper, sucking on his bottom lip.

His fingers are nimble on your thighs, inching their way closer and closer to your arousal until you grab at his wrist, stopping him. He looks at you, confused. “What is it, darling?” 

Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, turning your head the other direction to avoid his brilliant gaze on you. “I’m bleeding,” you answer meekly.

“Bleeding?” 

You nod, confirming it, still too shy to look him in the eyes. He contemplates for a few seconds, understanding what you’re trying to say to him. Then, he laughs softly, giving you a delicate smooch on the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart. You think that’s going to stop me?” He nuzzles your ear, voice low and sultry. “I’m even hungrier for it now.”

Your cheeks burn, simultaneously flustered and aroused as he quickly positions himself between your legs, his golden eyes burning into yours, full of lust and desire. He tugs at your undergarments, already a dark spot of crimson leaking through it. Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out, lapping at it for a taste before puckering his lips to suck on the damp fabric. He hums, delighting in the taste of you, of your blood. The mere thought of it makes you dizzy but seeing him smirk at you with your ruined panties between his lips has you aching. “Touch me, Adrian,” you beg, voice trembling. 

He pulls your underwear down your legs, breath warm on your loins as he speaks. “Touch you how, sweetheart?” He knows exactly what you want, but he’s going to torment you just a bit for almost denying him this pleasure. “Like this?” He licks a stripe on your clit, causing you to squirm from the sudden contact. 

“Yes, Adrian, fuck!” you cry out, your shout echoing from the high ceilings of his bedroom.

“You want me to taste you, is that right?” he taunts, giving you another stroke of his tongue, this time slower and more deliberate.

You nod frantically, clutching the sheets beneath you. He smiles, kissing the plush of your thigh, relenting his cruel teasing. “Of course, my love. I’ll give you whatever it is that you want.” He slides down, his mouth at your wet cunt, glistening with fresh blood and arousal. He licks his lips, ready to indulge in this fine meal you’ve laid before him. 

His thumb rests on your throbbing clit, massaging deep circles into it while he laps at your slit, consuming every single drop of you. Soon, his lips are smeared rouge, his fangs stained red, his pristine skin blushing scarlet, completely enthralled in devouring you. He bucks his hips against the bed, desperate for friction on his hardening cock. A guttural moan emits from his throat as he fucks you into an orgasm with his tongue and fingers, eager to drink all of your juices up. 

“You taste divine,” he purrs. “May I keep going?”

And who are you to deny a vampire of their deepest desires? You give him a weak nod, spreading your legs wider, body already quivering from ecstasy. He pleasures you into three more orgasms until your brain is mush and your limbs are limp against the sheets. Finally, he finishes inside you, taking you from behind, fucking his seed deep into your womb. He watches with a wanton gaze as he pulls out, cock dripping with your combined mess. 

Alucard really is a legend, and you’re more than happy to have found that out for yourself. 

[beaunoor]

nsfw drabble

“Face the wall brat.”

Your half turned face morphs into a frown at his words, and you let out a needy whine. It was your own fault for getting into this situation after all. 

“You just had to give me attitude, after everything I do for you huh?” His big hand gives your ass cheek a slap, “Keep moving.”

You reposition yourself on his lap, facing forward once again, hands settling on his shins and leaning forward to keep moving your hips up and down on his cock. You wanted to watch his reactions so bad. You could only let out another whine at how much work you had to put in. You wanted him to put in work too, this wasn’t fair.

Your hips, getting tired, slowed down its rhythm and settled for a deep grind on his pelvis, his crotch providing stimulation to your labia. Grinding back and forth lazily, your breath becomes ragged as the hint of your high presents itself. And of course he notices; he knows what every sign means for your body. He eyes your back side, carefully watching you twitch before a hand comes down to slide up your calf and squeeze.

“Uh uh, enough of the easy work. Keep moving those hips up and down. Remember this isn’t for you, this is for me. Let me see my pussy show how she appreciates me.” His command in that deep voice makes you shake as you obey his words and retreat back to lifting your hips and dropping them down hard again in his lap.

He grips both ass cheeks, lifting up your fat to watch himself go in and out of your tight cunt. Your cream dripping down his dick has him groaning and closing his eyes for a second.

“Just like that baby, good girl.”

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ft. your favs

[sl33paholics]

Could you write smut of Alucard from Castlevania. Maybe light praise kink and telling the reader how well she's taking him. Definitely have Alucard eat her out and grinding against the mattress while giving head.

You taste incredible

Alucard x fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (eating out), kinks involved (praise kink)

"Just like that, my dear, you're taking me so well."

The long white blonde hair man would say. With a pillow that was placed under your hips, Alucard tilts your pelvis so your feet are resting comfortably on his shoulder blades. Alucard gently pushes up on your abdomen, helping himself expose the clitoris from underneath the clitoral hood. Your legs tighten around him as he lowers himself to kiss down your thigh and slowly inch your knees higher up to make sure the friction is right. Alucard works in silence for a while, then breaks into a grin when he hears you moan. His tongue traces the outer edge of your thighs, before finding your clit again and circling it. You gasp at the jolting sensation.

Alucard is gentle with everything he does. From when you first meet him. From when you first touch his bare skin as you walk around. From when you first kiss. The man's hands move smoothly and easily, as though they've done this before and he knows exactly what to do. The vampire prince wanted to award his princess for being an amazing woman with a fantastic body. Alucard wasn't very good at giving gifts, but he did want to make you happy. So he decided he could show you how much he loved you. Not just through a physical relationship, but by showing the love in your eyes every time you look at him.

You run one of your hands through his hair, feeling the silky strands against your palm. A small groan escapes your lips, and you feel yourself getting wetter with desire.

"Do you like that?" Alucard asks in between nips on your inner thigh, his intoxicating gaze looking up at you as he watched your face contort into a blissful expression, quickly nodding as he went back to work. "You're such a treasure, my love."

Your body tingles all over, goosebumps erupting all over your skin as you let out a low moan and Alucard squeezing your legs tighter, you cohuld feel his fingers work wonders on your swollen clit. Throwing your head back and letting out a loud groan, "You're doing so good, baby, I know you can pull through." You bite your lip when Alucard removes his finger from your clit, giving it gentle kisses. His breath is hot against your skin as he moves back to sucking on your clit, your moans turning louder as Alucard continues to massage your pussy. You writhe under him, "Who’s my beautiful girl?"

"M...m...me~" You moan and clutch onto the bedsheets as you watch Alucard continuing to work on you, his tongue flicking across the tip of your clit as he sucks gently. He doesn't miss a beat. It feels like you're losing your mind. Alucard was driving you crazy with pleasure. All you could think about were his fingertips moving inside of you, and the way he sucked your clit like he owned it, even when he knew it would get hard. It felt too good not to enjoy. You needed more. More stimulation. You needed him.

The rough movements you felt against yourself made you slowly come back to reality, your cloudy thoughts fading away until you realized your fiancé grinding against the bed, his eyes glazed with lust. It was only reasonable for him to pleasure himself while doing the same to his darling.

You squeal and try to sit up straight, pushing away his head, your pussy now drenched and a throbbing mess. You watched as Alucard's pupils dilate, he watches you with hungry eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenching, and the bulge in his boxers making you squirm. It looked like Alucard was ready to explode, but he couldn't restrain himself for any longer.

He moved in front of you, leaning down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands caress his shoulders. This was it. This was it all you've been waiting for. You both finally had your moment after months of not being able to. "Mmh, Alucard, please… please…"

Alucard didn't even need to position yourself on the bed. Your pussy soaked and exposed, legs high up and bent, an exhausted expression on your face was all he needed.

"Take it for me, I know you can. I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're mine~"

[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."

[milkywaydrabbles]

21 from kinktober list with alucard 👀 I can see him and fem reader trying to seduce trevor and sypha into their bed… perhaps greta can join too 😏

A/N: This was such a daunting request I didn't know if I'd be able to do it or not tbh but IT'S HERE!!! This is a little bit of a monster but I hope you like it, I put blood sweat and tears into this req for you MWUAH

Threesome or Moresome x Alucard, Trevor, Sypha

“Honey, just think about it.”

“This is embarrassing, absolutely not.”

“Adrian, you don’t think I didn’t see how you used to look at them? Before really being with me?” 

That stopped him in his tracks.

Alucard thought he was so good and hiding his face, his glances, his pout whenever he saw how the two doted on each other. But he wore his heart on his sleeve, and you could see right through him.

“I love you, dearly, and I know you love me.” You sighed into his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. “But if you want this, I’ll indulge. I’ll even bring it up first, if you’d like.” You reassured, feeling his arms tighten around you. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough for me, darling..” You held his chin, moving it to make him look up at you, eyes full of love and affection. “I know I’m enough for you, my love. But let yourself enjoy this. If they say no, well that’s that. But what if they say yes?”

Alucard groaned, blush covering his face. 

“Fine. We’ll ask.”

-

“You know, you really outdo yourself with dinner every time, really, but the wine is still outmatched.” Sypha slaps a hand on Trevor’s chest, looking over as if to say ‘what?’ while you cackled a laugh, and Alucard sighed, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. He can’t believe he’s actually fantasized about this. “Dinner is delicious as usual.” Sypha interjected, the four of you now lounging in the grand living room. The castle was quite gorgeous, after all this time of you and Alucard both working at it to become a home once again. They still didn’t know how you of all people stuck around with him. (Well, Sypha understood, mostly Trevor being a dick.) You fought valiantly by their side, holding your own as a witch in their midsts. They were sure you’d go on your own to continue fighting the masses. Instead, you stayed--and built a life with Alucard. Hell, you even called him Adrian. (It warmed his heart that his name would still be remembered.) 

“Thank you, Sypha, as for the wine, you should really be thanking Adrian, Belmont. He knows how to source a good red.” You winked over at him, seeing his pale skin turn ablaze with crimson. “Ah, right, thank you Adrian.” You knew Trevor was simply teasing, but it gave you a glimpse of hope when the brunette winked at your lover the same way you did. His stomach flipped, palms sweating as he steeled himself for you to bring up probably the most embarrassing request he could imagine. 

Even more embarrassing when he was caught with makeshift dolls of the couple in his kitchen.

“Actually, Trevor, Sypha. We have...a proposal. For the two of you.” the Speaker’s interest piqued, cocking a brow.  You looked over to Alucard, taking his hand in yours and rubbing soothing circles into his palm. “Alright? Out with it already.” Belmont was impatient as always. You glanced at him once more, making sure he was still okay with the interest. And when you saw him nod, you continued.

“We’d like to sleep with you, both.”

You could hear a pin fall with how the silence cut through the air of the castle. You looked perfectly calm, smiling at the couple across from you that couldn’t quite believe what they were hearing. In reality you were scared to death. You didn’t want to be the one to bring it up, but Alucard had whispered his desires to you in the comfort of your bed, after taking you over and over again one night. How were you ever supposed to say no to him? Besides, it’s not like you hadn’t thought of it yourself after he brought it up. 

Sypha was the first to break the silence, tapping on Trevor’s jaw to have him close his fucking mouth. “Ah--” She cleared her throat, before starting again. “That was ah, quite the joke you two!” She nervously laughed, hoping you’d eventually crack your facade. You didn’t. “Not a joke Sypha, right Adrian?” You looked over at your lover, whose face was still flushed. “We’ve ah....discussed, inviting you to our bed before, if you were comfortable.” Trevor snorted a laugh. “Always knew you wanted me--the muscles usually do it.” He flexed an arm, now it was your turn to slap at him, before laying your hand a bit too close to his crotch, released Alucard’s hand and mirroring on Sypha’s lap. “You can take your time to think about it, you can say no right now...but the offer is there.” The two looked at each other, hearts racing as they took you up on your offer.

-

The four of you sat on your shared bed, large enough to comfortably fit you all. The two were hesitant, you can tell, which meant you would have to lead the way until everyone was comfortable. You gently held onto Sypha’s hand, pulling her towards you close enough to caress her face with your other hand. “Tell me to stop if you ever feel uncomfortable..” You whispered, watching her glance down at your lips with parted mouth, nodding once before meeting you in a soft kiss. You heard a faint gasp, not sure which male it’s coming from. You ignore it either way, angling her face towards you to deepen the kiss, hand on her face moving to run your fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her head. “Fuck.” Trevor’s deep voice rumbled through you, feeling his breath tickle at your neck. He kissed your skin, hands slowly exploring your body from behind as you continued with Sypha, biting at her lip asking for permission to go further. The speaker opened her mouth, letting you explore her mouth with your tongue, licking at her teeth and tongue. She gasped when feeling a new presence behind her, Alucard’s hands grasping at her chest through her clothes, fangs scraping at her neck. You detached yourself from her to take in the sight before you: Alucard kissing and suckling bites into Sypha’s neck, her hand reaching back to grip at his blonde tresses, mouth hanging open and already panting. 

It made you so wet looking at them. You kissed the other side of her neck while Trevor started groping you, hands moving up and down your body, even rubbing at your clothed pussy for a moment before moving back up. You moaned, looking up at Sypha and Alucard sharing a heated kiss, his hand covering her throat. You were pulled back. “I don’t know how I feel about him kissing my wife like that..” The Belmont mumbled, and with a snicker you turned to look at him, both hands running through his silky hair. “Then why don’t you kiss his wife like that?” You challenge, immediately being pressed closer to him with a moan. Your shared kiss with Trevor wasn’t as soft, not like a woman’s touch--it was all tongue and teeth, his hands gripping at you and moving to take your clothes off as quickly as possible. You couldn’t help but giggle, looking back to see Alucard doing the same to Sypha. You shared a look with him, making sure you were both still on the same page. A hand shot out,gripping at your jaw and turning your head. “Look at me, beautiful. Wanna be in on the fun.” Fuck. You understood why your sweet and charming husband looked at Belmont with lust in his eyes. You palmed at his crotch, Trevor hissing into your mouth and bucking into your hand. “Take these off, Trevor..” You mumbled against his lips, feeling entirely too exposed in comparison to him. Throwing caution to the wind Trevor discarded his clothes quickly, latching himself back onto you. You trailed your kisses down his body, across his strong chest, chiseled abs, making sure to lick over all the scars that littered his body on the way down. You gave special treatment around his adonis belt, licking his happy trail along the way. “Fuck, Alucard you never said your wife was insatiable.” He joked, though his laughter came out shakier than he intended it to. 

“Same could be said to you.” He mumbled against Sypha’s skin, who was writhing underneath him already. He was kissing and biting at her hips, trailing his tongue and fangs to the inside of her thighs, exposed cunt near his face. Sypha leaned up on her forearms, watching his every move with baited breath, letting out soft whimpers each time he bit down on a particularly sensitive spot on her thighs. She wanted to complain, wanted to beg him to stop teasing her the way she would have with Trevor--but when he peaked up through his long lashes and those beautiful hues looked at her, well, she couldn’t help but let him continue at an excruciatingly slow pace. One of his hands trailed up her body, groping and pinching at her tit and nipple, pulling the hard bud here and there in between. Sypha moaned, opening her legs up more for him and bucking up, in hopes he would move faster to where she wanted it. He clicked his tongue once, before licking a stripe up her pussy. “So impatient..” He whispered against her, other arm wrapping around underneath her thigh and pulling her flush against his face, lapping up her juices as she squirmed above him. “Oh, fuck.” Sypha fell against the bed, both hands tugging at Alucard’s hair as he moved to fuck her on his tongue. No matter how eloquent the man seemed, Alucard ate pussy like a man starved. And he had been wanting her for so long, lusting after the couple from the moment they met. He wouldn’t let her go dissatisfied. 

Trevor couldn’t help but look at the sight before him: his friend going down on his wife that was writhing in pleasure underneath him. He wanted to feel a pang of jealousy, really he did, but he was so turned on it made his dick jump. He heard you giggle underneath him, licking from the tip of his cock down to his balls. A hand slowly pumped him as he bit back a moan, swallowing hard as you continued to tease and kiss at his dick. “They look good, don’t they?” You commented on the couple next to you, mouthing at the length before engulfing his cock into your mouth, sucking and spitting it. Trevor shuddered a breath, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth accidentally, letting out a small moan when he saw how good you took him in your mouth. Trevor was a bit girthier than Alucard, but what he lacked in thickness he made up for in length. You were fortunately very used to being face fucked, taking Trevor’s length was easy for you, if only just a tad shorter. He pet your hair, grabbing at the roots and letting you set a pace, leaning over and smacking your ass for good measure. You moaned around him, stuttering and gagging around him from the sudden slap. 

You felt a delicate hand slip two fingers into your soaking cunt, causing you to moan again around the brunette. Behind you was Sypha, slowly fucking her fingers into your wet heat. Her head was spinning with how good Alucard was eating her, but having your pussy right in her face was driving her mad. She wanted a taste, even if just from licking the juices off her fingers. Alucard noticed, releasing the grip he had on her just enough for her to reposition herself underneath you, grabbing at your hips and begging you to sit on her face. “Beautiful pussy..” you heard her whisper, bringing a heat to your face. Sypha was sloppy, still so new to eating cunt but her desire to make you feel good was so overwhelming she couldn’t help but keep licking at you. She was a quick learner, feeling your hole clench around her tongue whenever she licked up a certain way, your hips pressing down harder into her face when she sucked your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you rutted against her face, feeling Trevor take control of her head and fucking into your throat. 

Alucard brought Sypha up to her first orgasm, pushing two fingers into her heat and curling up--hitting that squishy spot that had her creaming on his face. She moaned into your pussy, causing you to hump at her face using her to get to your high. It wasn’t long until you were there, sucking harsh on your nub when you came. “You girls look so good when you cum.” Trevor laughed breathlessly, pulling you off his cock to let you catch your breath. Alucard chuckled, removing the last of his clothes and kneeling. “I’d have to agree with you Belmont, they’re gorgeous aren’t they.” The compliments had you preening, turning around stradling Spyha, rubbing your body on hers as you tasted yourself on her tongue, before looking up at your husband with a salacious smile. “I want a taste~” You cooed, pulling him down for a kiss and licking into his mouth with a moan. “Taste so good on his tongue, Sypha.” Her body shuddered, a light blush dusting her skin. Alucard looked over at Trevor, slowly pumping his cock as he eyed both yours and Sypha’s pussy on display for him. “Do you want a taste, Belmont?” Alucard was treading lightly, still unsure if Trevor would reciprocate. “Fuck, come here you stupid vampire.” Without a second thought, Trevor grabbed the back of Alucard’s neck and smashed his lips against him, biting and licking his lips, tongues circling each other in a fight to dominate the other. Alucard whimpered, letting Trevor take the lead as he licked into his mouth, the blonde’s nails clawing down Trevor’s chest and grabbing a hold of his hard cock. The vampire hunter hissed, pulling back to look at the way Alucard stroked him, huffing as Alucard traveled south to suck him off. Trevor moaned, head being thrown back as the other male sucked him off with enthusiasm. Alucard bobbed his head, tongue sticking out from his mouth and slurped the spit that was dribbling from his mouth. 

You moved to get underneath Alucard, enough to be able to take his cock into your mouth. He was incredibly hard, leaking precum over the sheets as he continued to ignore his own pleasure for everyone elses’. So selfless. You lapped up the stickiness from the head, and trailing down to his balls, taking one into your mouth and laving your tongue over it, while your hand jerked at his enlarged cock. He stuttered on Trevor’s cock, causing him to release him with a pop and take hold with his hand, flicking his wrist and keeping a pleasurable pressure on him. “Ah fuck, darling, so good for me.” He groaned, gripping the roots at the crown of your head, pulling you up to shove you down onto his cock. You gagged, regaining your composure as you continued to choke around him, nosing his pubes with each thrust he gave you. Alucard continued giving Trevor attention, wrapping his pretty lips against his dick again, nails clawing at his thighs with each thrust Trevor decided to meet with his bobbing. 

Sypha moved up to kiss Trevor, tongue licking at his mouth, gripping his broad shoulders as they made out. He dipped two fingers into her wet cunt, pistoning them in and out of her sloppy pussy. “Fuck, they’re better than I thought they’d be.” Trevor all but moaned into her mouth, and she nodded in agreement, fucking herself down on his thick fingers. Trevor pulled Alucard off his cock, the dhampir’s eyes glassing over with lust, pulling him up for a quick kiss before whispering against him: “I want to fuck your wife.”

You and Sypha moved in tandem, face down ass up towards Trevor, practically presenting your dripping cunts to him while the two of you moved to lick and suck Alucard’s cock and balls. It was nearly overwhelming ,feeling the love of his life share his dick with his friend, exchanging kisses and spit with each other. He almost forgot why he was in this position in the first place before hearing you squeal. Trevor pushed into your tight heat, pussy greedily sucking him in with each thrust. “Fuck! Pussy so good.” He growled, grabbing a hold of your hips and slamming himself into you. Alucard saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, slowly becoming cockdrunk off Trevor’s dick. It made his dick twitch in Sypha’s mouth, a glob of precum oozing out onto her tongue. Your mouth lolled open, tongue hanging as you drooled onto the sheets below you. You couldn’t form any words, just babbling away at how good Trevor was making you feel. Trevor pulled out, only to shove himself into Sypha turning her to mush the same way. You’d both give Alucard head, turning messy and sloppy each time Trevor would take turns with the two of you. Then Trevor surprised the dhampir the most.

“You want a turn, pretty boy?”

-

“Trevor you fuck him so good.” You gasped, rubbing your pussy along Sypha’s, fingers in her mouth making her a mess underneath you. On the side of you was Alucard already crying at the feeling of his tight hole being pummeled by the Belmont. He was so full, cock feeling so much better than he could have ever imagined. Alucard reached for you, grabbing at your free hand. You held his hand, looking over to your husband with your eyes hazy, cunt sopping wet against the speaker’s. “Look at you honey, so fucking handsome.” You heard him moan, tip wet with his arousal. Sypha’s muffled voice was warped around your fingers, letting up enough to let her speak. “Wanna ride him, please.” Her eyes were pleading, and who were you to deny her?

She scrambled from below you, hovering over his cock and lining herself up, Trevor slowing down enough to let her slowly fill herself up with Alucard’s cock. She clawed at his chest, feeling so full and having him so deep was making her pant. Trevor sped up once again, wrapping a hand around Sypha to tease and grope her tits. He kissed at her back and shoulders, biting every now and again with pleasure. Alucard was dizzy, pleasure completely overwhelming him, but he knew something was still missing-you were still missing. With hazy eyes he looked at you, not even giving you a moment before he pulled you onto his face and ate you like a man starved. You cried out, feeling his tongue to deep curling into your cunt as you rode him. Each moan he let out vibrated against your pussy, pushing you closer to the edge. Sypha was just about as far along as you were, bouncing on Alucard’s dick with fervor. You reached down to rub at her swollen clit, occasionally pinching the bundle of nerves. She cried out, trembling and clenching on Alucard, riding her orgasm on his cock until she tapped: climbing off him to catch her breath. Alucard was losing his mind, so close to cumming. You could feel his desperation in the way he ate you out. Leaning down you took his cock into your mouth, taste Sypha’s cum on his length. Alucard held out as long as he could, waiting to feel you clench around his tongue and tasting your cum, gushing out over his tongue and face, before moaning and bucking into your tongue releasing his sticky fluids into your mouth and deep down your throat. Trevor took all the sights in, dick twitching inside Alucard before he pulled out, pulling Sypha down and jerking onto her tongue. “Share with our pretty boy, beautiful.” He panted, having Sypha crawling up to Alucard’s mouth and sharing Trevor’s cum with him after you moved away. 

The four of you collapsed onto the large bed, nothing but pants and huffs heard in the air, thick with the scent of sex. “So...this is what you two freaks get up to?” Trevor teased, feeling a pillow lunged at him muffling his face. 

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk, Belmont.”

[nathscalet]

Another smut from my fanfic that will take forever to post

Minors do not interact please 🙏

Dracula x reader

Warning: Pnv, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, female reader, submissive reader?, biting, drinking blood, small aftercare at the end.

Those who sat around Dracula could feel his possessive gaze on you, exuding an aura of danger. They didn't know if the anger was directed at them or at you. But his aura could certainly be felt from afar.

You didn't do a bourslesque show, which could made Dracula end up destroying the couch and consider kidnapping you from the stage.

Oh but you looked so sexy. Eternal even singing that lovely song. When you smiled at him, he felt his throat close, wanting nothing more than to join you on stage.

But there was no openings for him, you were the star of the show.

At the end of the night you drank more champagne, enjoying the frizzy taste. You went to say your goodbye to the king, but he, as a gentleman, and your friend, decided to accompany you home.

Walking you to your house, seeing how you walked bouncing through the light rain without worrying about getting wet and shaking the older man's hand. He was relieved that you accepted his company not wanting to let your vulnerable side exposed for the rest of those hungry wolfs at the club.

Dracula contemplated the cloudy night listening to you hum a song

Im singing in the rain 🎵 "

What a glorious feeling ...

Hum umm huh huh hum

He hated how your silliness affected him.

"Thank you for walking me home your majesty! The night was fun, you should go out more often." You were saying goodbye to the oldest tho he hadn't let go of your hand. Trapped in thought, wrestling with himself, wondering whether or not he should do this.

That feeling that he cautiously caged inside. Those shameful thoughts. And lonely longings of a grieving heart.

"Y/n... I... think... I like you." Dracula said, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he revealed his feelings. Feeling naked before you.

"Haha haha ​​Awww how cute! This is the first time you've told me that. My friendship efforts would bear fruit I knew that deep down inside you had a little heart" you couldn’t help but laugh, so out of character of him express his feelings specially towards you, a human girl, a daring woman that “corrupted��� his son. ( you taught baby Alucard compassion)

"..." Dracula just squeezed your hand and looked at you like a puppy abandoned in the rain. And he moved closer to you "Y/n I like you a lot." Dracula tenderly brought his hand to your cheek.

"Ha... Wait- are you serious? like more than a friend?" Your heart dropped

"A thousand times more than a friend or student." The silence of the night allowed you to hear your fast heartbeat. How you felt your cheeks heat up

As the rain fell, drenching both of you, the clouds hid the moon, you looked into each other's eyes and slowly got closer.

Dracula slid his hand from her ribs to her waist, bringing her closer, close enough for their chests to touch and they felt each other's breath, and they both slowly got closer until they pressed their lips together.

The kiss had a strong taste of herbs and dry red wine, almost metallic.

The kiss was sweet, uncertain and curious. It started small to shy and progressed until they were both searching each other passionately, unbothered by the rain that was getting thicker by the moment.

You broke apart, panting, as you felt drops of water running down your skin.

"What are we?" You asked breathless

"Friends definitely don't kiss each other like that." Dracula pulled you into another kiss, a safer, more confident kiss.

Your heart racing as your bodies sought each other more fervently. The vampire picked you up and carried you without difficulty to your room, up the stairs of the inn to your room. They were both soaked leaving a trail of rain across the floor. Dracula kicked the door to his room, which he opened quickly and closed with his heel.

He laid her on the bed, placing light kisses on her face, tickling her lightly with his mustache. The vampire's hands went up to the collar of his shirt, they had an atypical lightness, taking off his wet blouse and undoing the belt of his pants. Leaving her in just panties and bra.

That man's predatory gaze appeared, seeing your body, there was no denial, he was mesmerized, looking at her imprisoned breasts.

You wasted no time, pulling the vampire back into the kiss, pulling him by the neck. 

You could hear a continuous sound, coming from the someone, resembling a purr.

"How adorable Drac! I didn't know you could purr." He stopped, like a child caught in a cat's jump, before relaxing his body and giving in even more. "And you'll find out more about what I can do. If you're willing?" He placed their foreheads together, looking into her soul. "Do you want to move on (name)?"

A lump formed in your throat, not expecting that question. You were even shy to respond, nodding, as your tongue froze.

"Use your words, dear. Tell me how much you want my touch." Your body vibrated, you couldn't identify if it was from the cold or the heat of your belly. "Don't tell me I finally caught cat’s tongue." He gave an even more dangerous smile than the one Astarion sent your way.

You snapped out of your trance "I prefer to use actions rather than words dear." You touched the volume between the vampire's legs

"Hmmm." Dracula ran the tips of his nails down your exposed back, causing goosebumps before unbuttoning the lock of the bra, throwing them on the corner of the room. "Aren't you a naughty one? But I won't touch you until I heard you said it, I want your full consent. For what I'm about to do will forever change our relationship."

It was strange. This whole development has happened before, so why did you feel butterflies in your stomach?

"I want you. I want this." You whispered in the vampire's ear

Your hands unbuttoned the dark-haired man's shirt, which revealed a carefully sculpted chest, the top garment falling, and the pants following shortly after.

Dracula's member was thick and long and with a low bush of hair followed by a happy trail.

Before entering into the main act of the night, Dracula didn't just want a simple night of pleasure, this was special.

Dracula gently slid his hand all over your body, feeling and appreciating you from head to toe. You felt a firm, cold and heavy hand squeeze your breasts while a tongue wet your neck making you let out a ticklish moan.

"Don't hold back your voice dear. I want to hear all your sounds until the end of the night"

Dracula held your hands above your head, leaving your neck exposed to his fangs.

Your neck and chest were attacked by a thirsty mouth, you felt Dracula's fangs passing dangerously close to your jugular.

"Allow me?" Do you trust the vampire enough to offer your neck? Do you trust that it won't transform you? A shot in the dark in this moment

You nodded. 

Dracula licked your shoulder, giving you goosebumps, before piercing your skin and sucking your blood. You could feel his body getting hot and limp, and his mind hazy. Your blood also made Dracula even harder, tasting that delicacy, his mind closing in a curtain of pleasure.

You tried to get out from under the brunette, but he blocked your hips with his thighs and applied more force to your arms.

Stopping drinking blood, he licked the wound, like a dog.

"Not so fast. You're too hurried , you're not even ready to receive me.  Let me prepare you."

Drac let go of her wrists and bent down for well, you know 👅👅😺

Dracula slid his tongue out and teased her hole, sliding up and down her folds before moving up.  Dracula closed his mouth around her clit and ran his tongue along her bundle of nerves.  The sudden attention made her tremble even more with pleasure, her body feeling a current of shock run through it and her hips rotating, seeking more stimulation. 

He wanted to see how much you could take, so he began to suck her slowly, making delicious moans.  Soon his pace began to accelerate, sucking harder.  You spat out muffled curses, covering your face with one of your arms, feeling the blood rush to your head.

"You taste really sweet." The pussy was like new. Pussy tight ! pussy clean! pussy fresh!

Before you could come, he slowed down.  His tongue now slowly circled her clit, teasing gently, giving her enough pleasure to torture you but not push you over the edge.  You let out a small cry of frustration as your back arched, desperate for a release he wouldn't let you have.

Taking advantage of your restlessness, he snaked one of his arms around your thigh, pulling you up, pressing his face deeper, until your legs were wide apart, resting on his shoulder.

He pressed down feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around him, tasting another one of those lovely nectars that women produce.  He moved his finger experimentally, pulling it out and pushing it back in, making you squirm as he slowly stretched you.

"ah! Drac! Faster!"

"Magic word?"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"P-please, sir."

"Good girl."

Dracula pressed another finger into her, filling her even more and feeling her walls suffocate his fingers. Meanwhile, he brought back her tongue, super heating her insides, her body on fire and her skin tingling, and everything was perfect.

Vlad was doing perfect, sucking and preparing you at a perfect pace. The orgasm started in the pit of her stomach and blossomed outward, clenching every muscle in your body as heat spread through you.  legs shook as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, enjoying your squirming

Dracula removed his wet fingers, admiring his work "Now you are ready to receive me." He licked his fingers clean, looking down at you.

This man would be insatiable. You concluded silently.

He closed the gap between both bodies, burying himself in your hot, wet pussy, going all the way in smoothly.  You groaned, finally feeling the inner emptiness being generously filled. Drac grabbed your shoulders, slipping his arms around your neck to pull you close.

He kissed your collarbone, tasting your sweat on your skin, feeling your pulse beneath your flesh. Your heart was beating like a drum, meaning he was doing a good job, his chest filled with pride knowing that he was the one giving him this pleasure, his heart then beat excitedly, the electrifying euphoria coursing through his body .

Dracula looked at yours expression, with some tears of pleasure, and mouth open, panting. The exact expression that intoxicated his dreams. One that he kept locked out of shame for his filthy thoughts, but now he had the pleasure of seeing it in person.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts bouncing, and that expression of ecstasy. His expression probably wasn't much different, He hadn't felt intimacy like this in so long, when was the last time he had held a woman so fervently? He was lost in ecstasy in her smell, her touch, her taste and muscles. They were so soft and at the same time hard under his hands, her muscular flesh, her pussy like warm velvet wrapped so tightly around him.

Your body was shaking, the carefully and paced movements with his hips weren't enough, Dracula was torturing you with this rhythm. Those pink eyes were twinkling with sadistic pleasure, but two can play. You slid your arms under your daddy's shoulders, letting out several moans in his ear, before biting his ear.

Vlad let out a hoarse moan, feeling goosebumps run through his cold body, he raised his head and looked into your eyes.  Your expression was one of lust, although the sparkle in your eyes was an emotion that no one dared to look at him, care. His eyes darkened, it was impossible to feel more desire than now, the brunette pressed his lips to yours in a frantic kiss, rocking his body inside you in long, desperate movements. 

Finally the pleasure arrived, you could feel each vein of the member pulsing inside you, crushed against the walls of your uterus.

The pleasure that grew was intense, viceral, it could almost burn him from the inside.  He coveted that feeling.  No one had made him feel this way in decades, since Lisa passing, maybe centuries, he’d never met a crazy lad like you before.  How long has it been since he unwind? How much self-control and restraint? How stressed this war made him? You were taking him so well, the perfect toy for reliving stress.

His balls contracted, an intense pressure building in the pit of his stomach that sent shivers down his spine.  He was so close, so close to release, so close to losing himself in this woman.  You felt a excruciating hug caging you as his thrusts became so desperate and sporadic. 

You pulled your lips away from his and let out a moan so filthy and low, warm breath hit his ear and he heard her.  That velvety, pleading voice... so he doesn't stop. How can he deny you if you ask like that?

Years of pent up lust and frustration released all at once came crashing inside you, his cock throbbing with load after load of hot semen inside your spasming walls.  When he came, he felt her legs tighten around his waist as he came, your orgasm adding intensity to his.  He didn't want to stop. Your walls milking him So heavenly, he beloved that was the closest he would get there.

He pulled out a little, letting the liquid drip out. Both of you were panting, the electrifying current still pulsing. Resting your legs on his shoulder, you looked at his disheveled hair, always so neat, now stick on his forehead and neck.

“Drac-“ bending you over. He pushed back in, his body hypersensitive after cumming, cried out in pleasure.

Once again the rhythm of a samba drum returned, this time much wetter, the air in the room was warm from this activity, the rain outside muffled your moans, while Drac held your leg, using it for support, then buried himself deeply, to discharge more cum, rutting into that mess he made inside.

You moaned in shock and the extra sensitivity. You couldn't believe how much there was.  Cum dripping from your pussy, staining the mattress.  He didn't want to stop filling her again and again. 

“Isn’t Thai what you wanted lad?” He whispered with that horsen voice “now you have all my undivided attention.” He trusted harder as he pronauced each phrase

“Drac” you whined feeling your strength leaving you

“So lovely. You’re just perfect. Taking me so well. How long have you thought about me filling you like this honey?”

“Drac!” You dragged your hands on his back

“Yes! Scratch me. Bite me. Moan for me love.” He held your cheeks as he kissed you in a final moment, reaching his own limit

He collapsed on top of you, breathing deeply and enjoying your touch. In his arms he realized he wouldn't let you go. You completed his broken existence. You had to stay with him.  You needed to stay. How long has it been since he felt alive?

You breathed in for a minute trying to assimilate what happened.  One of the most fulfilling sex you've ever had, you lost track of time, after a long time you were on the bottom of a relationship.

Drac turned around and put you on top of him after a few minutes of recovering. He guided his hips against your pelvis.

"Look into my eyes." Dracula commanded you to look into his eyes as you shared each other.

Dracula had a kinky, corruption fetish, he was euphoric seeing your expression when penetrated,that look of lust and surprise mixed with shame.

You let out weak moans as your bodies met.

"I can't do it anymore! Everything is shaking!" It’s was a mess your sex, his member making space spelling and pushing deeper his cum

"Do it honey, just a little longer! You're doing excellent!" Yours hip was left with marks from the brunette's claws. Dracula's chest was not intact either, looking like a crime scene.

Oh but he loved when you squished his pecs. Flustered, unable to control the pacing. Next time he’ll let you control the pace, use him to impale yourself.

You felt your eyes widen and your body fell forward as you felt him penetrating your cérvix.

“Ohh. Looks like I found it.”

You died in bed. Dracula laid there for a while, catching his breath, with you to laid on his chest.

You put your face on his shoulder, already making your way to the crib.

Dracula was stroking your hair and smelling you.

"I think someone needs a shower."

"Naaum! I'm tired, tomorrow I'll take. Let me sleep, you annoying parasite"

"Can you sleep with all your sweat and this coming off you?" Dracula pointed to the middle of your legs that was dripping with liquid.

"You know, I've slept with a gunshot wound to the rib and bleeding out."

Sigh. "Come, I'll carry you." You were taken like a plincesa to the bathroom

Dracula prepared the bathtub for you.

"What it was?"

"Nothing."

“You got something on your scheming mind. Tell me”

"I know. You're looking at me like a dog.?"

"Dog face? What's that face?"

"That face right there. Those low ears, those droopy eyes." You imitated the dog face for him studying his air cheeks

"Ahahahaha. I look like that, do I?" Dracula hugged you from behind.

"Yes. What are you thinking huh?"

"I was thinking about how I managed to be  with someone like you."

"Fufuf kinda late to regret it. I already took your body muhahaha. You're mine now." You let out Machiavellian laughs as you squeezed the sides of the king's face.

"None. I don't regret falling into that fearsome dragon's lair. She's actually quite cute." Drac said, looking at you with eyes so gentle and full of tenderness that you blushed and turned around, sinking deeper into the bathtub. Which made him laugh.

"Am I yours now? Isn't it the other way around? Since I'm the one who captured the dragon?" Dracula pressed you against his chest, kissing your shoulder

"You may have entered the dragon's nest but- you turned around- don't forget that it has sharp claws and teeth, made to devour you whole."- you pulled the brunette by the neck and gave the Vampire a hickey, pulling his hair of the same forcing him to look up and making a humm in his throat.

"How cruel. I thought the dragon lady was docile and silly."

"She is docile when offered offerings. What do you have to offer?"

"All I can offer the dragon lady is my body and soul."

"Then I'll take both."

"How greedy! What will be left for me if you take both?"

One last request. I can make your wish come true."

"Hmm. Then I want the dragon lady to give me her heart."

"Aren't you asking too high, mortal?"

"I wish for a trade." Drac took her hands and kissed the back of them "an exchange of heart."

"Damn you, what makes you think I would give my heart to you? What makes you worthy of such glory."

"I fell in love with the dragon. I am in love with your beauty and intellect, they are as precise as a painitis, as magnificent as the garden of Eden. I would trade my kingdom to be able to spend a night with you, so I could tell the demons that I was in the heavens without never having set foot there."

"Damn you and your lip service for Shakespearean romance!" You pushed your lover's face

"Miss Dragon would not be interested in this exchange."

"My heart for yours. A dragon for a dark being. The exchange seems irrational. Denied!"

"Then... I'll steal it." Drac pulled you into a fit of kisses and tickles.

"BURGLAR!" You applied foam to his mustache. "You won't steal my heart. It is pure and valuable."

"We both know your heart is greedy and relentless."

"Do you think you can satisfy him?"

"I'll do my best." Dracula sealed his lips on yours

After a long bath, you finally got the rest you wanted. Blacked out in bed. The king was at peace and your mind was racing, going over what had just happened. The seduction plan ended up happening by divine will.

[smallestapplin]

Let me love you into the night.

🔞mating press, soft, established relationship, womb is said, size kink.🔞

Dracula x fem reader

Another repost from my now deleted side blog.

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Walking through the castle has always been something you enjoyed, but it was a bit tedious when you simply wanted to get to bed.

Unfortunately for you, unlike previous times, you’re walking to bed alone, as your husband stayed behind to handle something with his underlings.

The castle hallways always felt cold without him at your side.

Walking into your bedroom always feels unreal, the bed is quite massive and lavish, with tall bed posts with curtains to hide you from the world.

Even after all these years, you just can’t believe you married such a wonderful man. You sigh, lazily stripping so you could get into your night clothes. Yet something catches your attention before you can grab a shirt, in the corner of Dracula’s reading chair.

And on that chair lays a shirt of his, neatly laying across the arm of the plush surface.

You can’t help but stare at it, like it’s taunting you.

Your beloved is a large man, you don’t even reach his with how tall he is, not to mention how wide his shoulders are.

His shirts have always been massive on you, to put it lightly. The fabric always drags across the floor, the sleeves nearly touching the floor.

You walk over to the large chair, picking up the oversized shirt and bring it up to your nose, taking a deep inhale.

Oh, the smell of him alone is enough affect you, the deep smell of oak, wine, and a hint of copper from the blood he drinks, it’s so overwhelmingly comforting.

It’s a deep rich blend, that’s perfect for him.

You can’t resist. You grab the hem and pull it over your head, allowing yourself to drown in his shirt. But in turn, you’re surrounded in his scent. Maybe you can fall asleep faster with this.

Happy with your sleepwear of course, you crawl into bed and under the cozy comforter. You lay there half and hour more, hoping and waiting to see if maybe Dracula would be here soon. You know he can get quite busy, so it doesn’t sting as much when he doesn’t arrive.

You move over, getting on his side of the bed and laying on his pillow, before curling up and getting comfy. Finding it easier to fall asleep surrounded by his rich scent.

You were awoken by the feeling of the mattress sinking, accompanied with the hushed sounds of someone whispering.

You groan, barely cracking your eyes open to see Dracula sitting next to you, cooing softly at your sleepy form.

“I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His voice barely above a whisper.

He brings a hand up, gently stroking your head. You lean into his touch, nearly falling back asleep at such comfort.

“But I couldn’t resist when you look so positively adorable in my clothes.”

You let out sleepy giggles, feeling his goatee tickle your skin while he presses soft kisses all over your face. His long silver hair creates a curtain around you both, as you let the vampire love you without a care.

“M’sorry.” You yawn, stretching a little before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer.

His hands move to either side of you, keeping his weight off you while caging you between him and the bed.

“I saw it on your chair, and I missed you, so it helped.” You bury your face into his neck, sighing contently that you get to hold him again.

Dracula purrs, nuzzling his face into your neck as well, leaving little kisses in his wake.

“I’m sorry beloved, I didn’t mean to take so long.”

“It’s okay.” You mumble, finding comfort in him being over you like this.

You feel him shift, moving you on your back and laying in between your legs. He lifts himself up, looking down at you he can’t help but admire you.

How you’re practically drowning in his shirt, how you’re so much smaller than him, so much softer than the calloused skin of the vampire.

“Stop staring like that, it’s embarrassing.”

Dracula blinks a few times before softly laughing at your bashful face.

“My apologies, dearest, you’re just far too sweet. How can I not gaze at such beauty?”

He leans down, leaving kisses along your cheek, slowly moving closer and closer until he gets to your lips.

He pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes with pure want. You pull him further down by his shoulders, finally pressing your lips against his.

He hums into the kiss, pressing some of his weight against you. He brings a hand to cup your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek, while being mindful of his nails. You melt against the bed, relishing in his tender touches, and the weight of him against you.

You whimper, squirming when his tongue lightly touches your bottom lip. You part your lips, allowing him to slowly slide the tapered appendage in. You tighten your hold on his shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself.

You to let out a muffled gasp, feeling his cock hardening against your thigh. Your movement and sounds aren’t helping him, he simply wanted to tell you how cute you were.

Oh, who is he kidding? He found you in his garb, sleeping so soundly, as if you were at peace in his clothes. How could he not be affected by such a lovely sight?

He twists his tongue around yours, soaking up all your sounds and licking up all your drool, wanting it all for himself. You can’t help the whimper that leaves your throat, feeling his fangs brush against your lips.

He pulls away from you, letting you take gulps of air. You stare up at him, eyes shimmering with want as the thin strand of spit connecting you two, breaks on your lips.

“My, you certainly are an intoxicating sight.”

Your breathing hics, as the hand on your cheek slides down your neck, slowly over your tit, down to your side before reaching the hem of the shirt. Dracula lightly drags his nails across the bare skin of your outer thigh, delighting in how you tremble for him.

Once his hand reaches your hips, you see his red eyes flash up at you, smirk on his lips.

“No underwear? What a naughty little thing you are.”

He sits up, resting on the bed with his legs under him. His other hand now free to join under your shirt, this time only sliding up much further.

Your skin prickles at his featherlight touch, only to mewl when his large hand cups your breast. A purr rumbles in his chest, as he eyes you like a meal.

“You truly are filled with surprises, my treasure.”

You squeak as his thumb brushes against your perked nipple, carefully taking the bud between his thumb and pointer finger, lightly squeezing it.

“Mm! Ooh, Vlad…please stop teasing me.”

“Oh but why? You look quite ravishing like this. All flustered under me, squirming. I can hear your heart pounding, Love. You like this as much as I do.”

He’s not wrong, you can’t deny how much you want him. How much you need him to fuck you, to love you.

Dracula lifts the shirt just over your chest, wanting to keep you in it as long as he could - Yet finding it a difficult balance between keeping it on and just tearing it off, so he could finally admire your wondrous body.

The hand on your hip trails over, gently sliding down your wet slit. He chuckles at how you try to control yourself. His fingers slide up and down, until he’s sure they are coated in your slick. He pushes one finger into your clenching hole, one’s you feel aren’t sharp. He grins at seeing your back arch.

His thumb began rubbing slow circles on your clit, teasing you with his light touches. You want to beg him for more, but your body is still sensitive from waking up, you don’t know if you could handle it.

Dracula leans back down, licking a long strip up your stomach, slowly drooling as he moves up your body. It’s not long before his tongue flicks your nipple, and wrapping his lips around it, gently biting and sucking on it.

Tugging at your other one, listening to you cry out.

It’s all at once! You can feel his fangs scraping against the soft flesh of your tit, but you know they pose no threat. The feel of his goatee brushing across your skin.

His large hand squeezing and caressing the other.

And oh, his rough hand fingering you open! You whine as he pushes another finger into your hole. You reach up, running your fingers through his silver locks, holding his hair out of his face and holding his head to your chest.

“V-Vlad!” You can’t help but cry his name.

You buck your hips, trying to grind against his hand.

“Come on, please? Haaa- please! I want you inside me!”

He moans around your tit, only letting go of it to speak to you.

“So needy. Have some patience, beloved.”

Before you can retort, his fingers curl, easily hitting your sweet spots with ease. Your toes curl at the pleasure, with your body feeling like a live wire.

“You’re truly a sight, so stunning. Like a sweet little deity under me, letting me pleasure you like this.”

You shriek, squirming as you feel his palm grind against your clit, with his fingers tenderly rubbing that delicate spot inside you. Dracula bites his lip, watching you cum, watching your body tense and shake, coating his hand with your juices.

“There you go, Little love… Shhh you’ve done so well for me.”

He helps you ride your high, only pulling his fingers away when you fall limp against the bed. You lean your head back against the pillows, chest heaving from your orgasm. You shakily open your eyes, squeaking as Dracula pulls his hand from your cunt, bringing them to his face just to lick them clean.

His eyes glow a soft red as he moans at your taste.

“Like the finest ambrosia…”

Your face feels hot, but you can just sit there a watch the vampire toss his cloak aside. Your eyes instantly going to where his hands go.

“You’re shaking, and I haven’t even undone my pants yet.”

“Hnn don’t tease me, not like this.”

You plead with him, looking up at him with tear filled eyes and a pouting lip.

How can he say no to you?

Dracula merely chuckles, aware of how you’re staring at the large bulge in his pants. You wait with bated breath at the first sound of his belt, then the zipper, watching him pull his pants down just far enough to free his dick.

You spread your legs further apart, putting your pussy on display for him, letting him see your juices drip down to the bed. His cock throbs at the sight, tip leaking precum just staring at your cunt.

You bite your lip as he spreads your pussylips apart with his thumbs, eyeing your soaked hole hungrily. You knew what he wanted to do, but you just wanted him.

“Is it too much to ask for my husband’s cock?”

His eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours.

“Just to stuff me full of it? Please, I need your cock in me, fucking me to the brim-!!”

You cut yourself off with a yelp, while Dracula grabs the back of knees and brings them up, they nearly touch your chest with how he has your folded.

“Fuck, you make it so hard to take my time with you.”

You let out a soft whine, feeling him rub his cock against your dripping wet heat.

“When all I desire is to cherish you, you look at me with such pitiful expressions- Ones I cannot resist.”

Your breathing catches in your throat, watching the head of his dick press against your cunt. You toss your head back, wrapping your arms around his neck while you mewl at him pressing into you.

“Maybe it’s because I adore you so, you’ve taken over my thoughts, my heart. I crave you.”

“Vlaaad!” You whine, panting even though he’s barely half way inside you.

You feel so full! He just keeps pushing into you. Rubbing your thighs to help soothe you, though he knows you can take it, you always have.

“I love you so much. I want to love you like this, every waking moment, to just have you.”

The vampire looks down at you, taking in the sight of your watery eyes, your flushed face, and just how stuffed you are. Dracula lets go off your legs, letting them rest on his shoulders as he leans over you, caging you between him and the bed.

His body covering you, blocking you from the rest of the world. He’s all you can see, he’s all you can hear, he’s all you feel.

“Mm, watching you fall apart on my cock is too addicting.”

He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel the heavy weight of his balls against your ass. He buries his face into your neck, lavishing the skin with kisses, and tender nips.

“Feeling your touch leaves me delirious, wanting only more.”

Dracula pulls his hips back, leaving only half of his cock inside you, only to gently push back in, setting an even rhythm.

Every roll of his hips, sends his cock so deep into your pussy, kissing your womb with each gentle thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders, crying out with every thrust.

“Ooh! S’good, s’good!”

“You’re squeezing me too tight, darling!”

His words and how lovingly he fucks your body, it’s making your head spin!

“I love you! I love you! Please-“ you’re cut off as his lips crash into yours, muffling your pleads.

His sharp nails lightly dig into your thighs, but you’re too much for the vampire! You’re too sweet, too good, always leaving him longing for more of you just to get a taste again.

With every piston of his hips, his balls slaps against your ass, letting the room fill with the sounds of your love making.

Your body jolts, parting from his lips after he nips them. Moaning when he licks your bleeding lips clean.

“S-so good to me, my-oh!- sweet husband! Always too good for me!”

His eyes flutter back, before he lets out a low growl. He can feel his shaft throbbing at your words, ready to spill his load into you.

“You always do so good for me. I want you to cum for me again, milk my cock.”

You squeal, tugging at his hair as your cream all over his dick. Dracula moans at feeling your small pussy squeeze around him. His balls clench as he pumps his thick cum into your greedy cunt, grinding his hips to make sure you take all of it.

Your pitiful whimpers are like music to his ears.

He coos softly at you, wiping your overstimulated tears. You’re exhausted once more, you just want to go back to sleep. Only to be drawn back by a few tender kisses.

You lazily chuckle, glancing to your lover.

Locking with his shimmering red eyes, and seeing the warm smile across his face.

“I hope you don’t plan on falling asleep just yet, I still have to clean you up.”

He cackles at how you thrown you head back and groan.

“Noooo, I don’t want to, not yet, please?”

“Darling, I need to get you washed up and ready for bed.”

“I want to stay full, I don’t want to be empty just yet.”

Dracula coughs, almost choking on air, as he stares at you, eyes wide.

Oh how you get him so flustered sometimes. He sighs, keeping his cock inside you as he flips you two over, letting you lay on his chest without his dick ever leaving your pussy.

“How about this then?”

He hums happily as you nuzzle into his chest.

“This is perfect.”

He smiles, rubbing small circles on your lower back. He can’t believe he got so lucky in love once more, to have found you, and to earn your love.

He feels a warmth in his chest just thinking about it.

“I love you, my treasure.”

“Mm I love you too, my husband.”

He could swoon at just hearing you call him that.

He still has to bathe you, and get you cleaned. Looking down he finds you’ve completely passed out on him. Even if he wanted to, he doubted he could bring himself to disturb you resting so peacefully- So what a few hours of rest with you more

[pinkmirth]

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

⸻ WANT & NEEDS!

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

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

ALUCARD!

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

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

TREVOR!

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

RICHTER!

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

HECTOR!

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

ISAAC!

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

DRACULA!

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

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Can you do headcanons of Alucard getting pegged and pampered like the pillow price he is/deserves to be?

Love your writing! :)

Something like this takes a lot of trust, and that is the first hurdle to get over for Adrian.

To be vulnerable and open to someone in this way. It takes a lot for him.

It’s one thing when they are having sex and he’s on top. In control (allegedly).

They both know that’s not entirely true, as most nights as Adrian loves it when his beloved dominates him from ‘below’.

Even when, or especially when, she is on top of him. Riding him to oblivion and telling him how good his cock feels while she takes her pleasure from him.

However, being dominated that way has not had the best results for him.

His one, and only, experience in being penetrated in return had been tainted with betrayal.

But then again, he had been doing the penetrating as well and was still betrayed all the same. So why not give it a shot again?

His partner would have to be someone who knows everything about Adrian. Including what happened the last time.

She of course would be patient with him. Careful. Cautious. Checking in frequently to make sure he is alright and wants to go through with it.

They have to stop and back out the first few attempts, but eventually Adrian settles into it and lets it happen.

She gives him a lot of foreplay. Kissing him. Telling him how good he is doing. Sucking his cock while stretching him open to make sure it is pleasurable as possible for him.

He would want to be facing them that first time. Adrian trusts them completely but…he can’t be on all fours or his stomach. Not yet.

That’s fine and his lover kisses him sweetly as she enters him. The same way he kisses her when he enters her.

The smooth marble cock slides into him perfectly thanks to the stretching, and Adrian feels so full he can barely breathe.

They take it slow and gentle that first time. But eventually it gets more filthy between them.

Now that he knows it’s safe, and he likes it, Adrian asks for more.

He does eventually get on his knees. On his stomach. His fists and fangs clawing at the pillows while his partner snaps her hips into him. Holding the back of his neck. Pulling his hair.

It’s a certain kind of release he needs. Not often, but frequently enough. One his lover seems happy to provide, as long as she is getting penetrated just as equally in return.

[mumsie-bangin]

Alucard moaned as you dragged the flat of your tongue against the base of his dick. His head falling back as his grip in your hair tightened.

In moments like this you'd almost expect him to be so much rougher,yet he manages to remain gentle.

Keeping your hands busy you run circles over his thigh, while the other massages the space between his balls and dick. Never leaving his gaze as he tries his best to continue looking at you.

So beautiful between his legs.

As you twirl your tongue over his swollen tip, he can swear hes seeing stars.

A broken moan leaving him that he immediatly tries to withhold, all whilst bucking his hips into your warm mouth.

Finally taking all of him in, you hollow your cheeks and immediatly feel him flinch.

Sucking until he cums into your mouth.

This man swears he blacked out that exact moment, only feeling that knot in his stomach uncoil.

From your perspective, it was beautiful to hear the dhampir you love leave out such whorish sounds.

Especially when hes been so shy to make any noise for you.

The salty taste lingers in your mouth after swallowing his cum. Kissing your way up to his face as his chest heaves.

You're about to start taking care of him, keeping a hand on him to let him know youre still there. His gaze unfocused and fucked out as he feels you shift, quickly getting a hold of your arm.

"Love, what is it?" You turned to a sight you couldnt have fantasized of better. Alucard. Fucked out, hair falling messily around his face, chest and shoulders in a beautiful shine of sweat as the sun bathes him in its warm quake.

"Darling, it hasnt even been your turn yet" he managed to articulate.

[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.

[daisynik7]

cw: f!reader, vampire (Alucard is half-human, half-vampire), smut - dry humping, cunnilingus and blowjob (69 position), PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author's Note: I binged Castlevania during my little break from here and Alucard/Adrian Tepes is currently living in my mind rent free right now. In fact, I'm actually living in his castle and I'm the one paying him (with sex) and this is the result. MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

Alucard fucks you with those slutty little belts wrapped around his waist because he knows how much you like them.

He doesn't quite understand the obsession himself; he wears it for practical reasons, a holster for his ridiculously long sword. "Why are you so fascinated with these?" he asks, watching your fingers work nimbly on the tight straps, tracing his cold skin beneath it.

You're with him in bed, one arm linked around his fondly, the other stretched over his torso. You give him a warm smooch on his cheek, smiling softly. "I think they're sexy. Is that so wrong?"

He rolls his eyes, still not understanding. "What's so sexy about practicality?"

Deciding that it's better for you to demonstrate rather than trying to explain it any further, you swing your leg over his lap, straddling him. You're in your silky nightgown, him bare-chested with his leather pants still on. And, of course, those belts criss-crossed right above his loins. You hook your finger around it, snapping it against his skin. He hisses, baring his fangs at you, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you just how sexy practicality can be," you smirk, grabbing his belts with both hands, like reins on a horse. He licks his lips while watching, relaxing against the pillows, relenting control to you.

You start slow, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, thin layers of fabric separating you. Soon, you feel him hardening against his britches and you rub yourself on his bulge until your panties are creamy with slick. His grip on your waist tightens as you throw your head back in pleasure, a sweet moan escaping your lips. "Adrian."

"Show me," he mutters, voice trembling, golden eyes half-lidded in a daze from watching you. You lift the hem of your nightgown up, displaying the wet spot leaking through your undergarments. He hisses again, expression wild with lust now. Swiftly, he strips you naked, turning you around to plop you down onto his face to lap at your arousal, tasting every drop of you. You lean down, removing his bottoms while he pleasures you, leaving only his belts on. With a firm grip on them, you sink your mouth onto his cock, bobbing up and down on his shaft, swallowing him to the hilt.

When the both of you are barely hanging on the edge, he directs you back onto his lap, facing him, your cunt wet and glistening with slick and spit. "You better hold on tight, darling," he grins, flashing his fangs at you. He guides himself inside you as you squeeze his leather straps, holding on for dear life while he fucks up into you with rough and deep thrusts. His long, pristine fingers squelch on your throbbing clit, waiting for you to come twice more before he releases inside you, filling you up with his seed.

When he sees your combined mess dripping onto his belt, he finally understands the appeal.