#love me some alucard

[pocoyo-yo]

BLOODLUST // BITING ALUCARD TEPES

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warnings: smut, p in v, missonary (pos.), mating press (pos.), fingering, biting, slight bloodplay, petnames (darling, my love, love), not proof read

song: right here - chase atlantic

kinktober!masterlist

it took time for adrian to allow himself to get intimate with you— he could love you but to let you touch him in such a way? for a good while he couldn't fathom it. but now the man couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't grinding up against you in the dead of night, fucking you slow yet filled with authority.

tonight; the feeling of alucard's cold hand kneading your breasts consumed you. breathy moans of his flowed from between his plump lips— you found yourself a beautiful man.

"look at me," he urged— his other hand had two slender fingers stuffed in your cunt. ".. yes, yes— you're so beautfiul, darling."

it was a habit you had come to notice; alucard only fucked you in ways that he could see your face. he would make sure you didn't hide from him, but also wasn't a fan of you on top of him. you knew why. and you didn't push it because you were happy he was comfortable enough to even be intimate you.

still— your sex life was quite vanilla, pleasurable, but vanilla.

"mm adrian.. fuck .." you whined and dug your nails into your thighs. the pace he had set for his fingers was torturous— only giving your clit little attention here or there.

"i need you prepare you, my love," alucard murmured; his eyes were glued your leaking cunt. your sticky arousal made his fingers and your folds glisten in the moonlight. ".. you can last, yes?"

you glanced at his hand that pawed at your chest— tugging and pinching your hardened nipple. the only reason alucard hadn't fully stripped you was because he found your nightgown cute; so the top was pulled below your breasts and the bottom was bunched up at your waist.

"adrian," you pouted— leaving scratches in your own skin as his fingertips brushed over your g-spot yet he refused to give your more than that. ".. please just fuck me.."

his cock twitched in his undergarments.

"patience, love—"

"— need your cock, adrian, please." you begged without a hint of shame which had your lovers cheeks flushed red.

"wait." he mumbled.

his cock was dripping pre-cum.

"baby please.."

and his temple throbbed from irritation.

"hush, darling." he groaned— feeling your cunt squeeze at his fingers. he knew you; that was purposful.

you whimpered, "need it s'bad, alucard.."

he slide his fingers from your wettness and before he could think laid a hefty slap on your pussy.

"shut," he held your jaw with his other hand. "up."

you stared at him wide eyes. that was new. you doubted it even registered to alucard what he had done to you. you needed to feed on it before he realized, and apologized, then swore to never do it again. because, god he was perfect— thick, blond locks framing his sharp face; anything that man did to you gave you pleasure.

"m'sorry, adrian," you grabbed his wrist and pulled his soaked fingers towards your lips. he stared; confused yet turned on— letting go of your jaw. ".. so so sorry." you pouted before you dragged your tongue up his fingers, tasting yourself, as you sucked and nibbled at his skin.

"just filthy," alucard murmured under his breath. "when did my darling girl get so damn filthy?"

he forced his fingers out of your mouth and pulled off his undergarments— revealing his hard cock that was just about as pretty as himself. a flushed tip and smooth, tan skin with a slight curve to it that always hit the right places— and a single vein that ran along the right side.

your mouth watered at the sight of it and you spread your legs further apart. alucard let out a shudder— your hole was grasping at nothing in anticipation for him.

"alucard.."

he slotted a velvety pillow underneath your hips before he took your legs and prepared to place them on his shoulders.

"hm?" he hummed.

"take your shirt off." you remind him— he was comfortable being bare in front of you now, but sometimes he would still forget out of habit.

"oh," he began. "right." alucard removed his large night shirt and tossed it to the floor. you wanted to kiss his scars like you would on the nights he didn't forget— they held weight but they somehow made him even more beautiful. with that he had your legs on his shoulders. his cock in hand as he slid it in between your slit and tapped the tip against your hard clit.

you clawed at the sheets while he guided the tip inside your cunt. his golden eyes were dead set on watching as your tight hole let his cock sink inside with ease— that was his entire focus, so much so that he almost missed you utter the words 'bite me, adrian'. almost.

he bottomed out inside you with a stutter in his hips.

"bite you?" adrian chewed on his bottom lips while he hovered over you— folding you in half. one of his hands was on either side of your head. "fuck I.. no."

he rocked his hips against your own— his thick cock had you full and stretched out with every thrust.

"p— please," you moaned softly. "no turning.. just bite me."

he shook his head and tore claw marks into pillow underneath your head with his sharpened nails. of course you asked him this while he buried deep in your addicting cunt— letting his cock be drenched in your arousal while being welcomed by your warm, wet walls.

"can't risk it, love," he grunted— a bead of sweat dripped from his nose. ".. just focus on my cock, yeah?"

you whined, "no no.. fuuck!" your body rippled every time the two of you made contact. a bump poked in your belly once he sunk back in— curse him and his skill.

"there you go, darling.. mm shit," alucard laid a kiss on your calve as he began grind himself against your clit here and there. "just let me fuck this cunt—"

"— mmm! f— fuck.. let me, adrian, 'wanna hold you." you pouted in a shakey tone.

he groaned, "hold me then, darling." alucard leaned down further— forcing himself deeper and making you tighter. you pressed gentle kisses on his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck— weaving your fingers through his silky hair.

alucard spoke breathlessly, ".. so pretty— don't need me to ruin this skin."

you nibbled at his jaw and mumbled, "holy— you could never ruin me, adrian."

he pounded into you quickly— heavy pants fell from his lips with every movement. you admired his flushed face as you let yourself claw into his back. the castle was huge; no matter who inhabited it the two of you could do whatever you pleased and not a rumor would spread. so the echoing sound of wettness, the countless creaks, and back to back bangs of the bedframe against the wall came without worry.

which also meant you two could be loud, and adrian sounded like heaven.

"harder— alucard harder!" you pleaded and he furrowed his brows; biting his bottom lip. the tip of his cock pressed hard against your cervix— his thrusts slowed but the power he had behind him had you gasping and leaving scratches on alucards muscular back.

your cunt grew wetter by the second and you noticed the untouched, smooth skin of his neck. he isnt going to bite me, you thought. has he ever been bitten?

you drug your tongue along the cold skin of his neck and alucard shivered. but that wasn't what you noticed in your clouded mind, what you noticed was the whimper that he choked back. your lips curled into a grin before you sunk your teeth into his neck— you could feel the stutter of his hips and his cock throb inside you.

adrian whined— your name flowed from his pink lips. "why—" you pulled back and pressed a kiss to that spot before biting at his shoulder. "—oh god.."

he sucked in a sharp breath, and your eyes flickered to the back of your head as his strokes grew faster and unthoughtout. you gasped and let your head fall back into the pillows— brows scrunched as you reached down and rubbed at your clit.

"yes! yes... y— yes adrian!" you sobbed; thighs shaking at the rapid tightness building up in your core.

alucard stared at you; he was going to cum soon.. he could feel it. and look at you. perfect— the sheen of sweat that covered your skin, your wet and pouty lips, and glistening pussy so easily taking in his cock. you bit him— twice.

and he liked it; but his mouth watered at the sight of your exposed neck.

adrian couldn't.

but alucard yearned for it.

the clear, soft, plump skin... he didn't have to puncture it. alucard leaned in close. if he made you bleed he didn't know what would happen next. so just a nibble— a small poke of his fangs. his teeth connected with your skin.

you let out a giggle and moaned softly— pushing his head further with your free hand. he bite harder. not enough to puncture your skin but it was enough to feel the sting.

alucard eyes widened and his thrusts grew animalistic. your eyes squeezed shut and you gave up on your clit— grabbing his forearm with your sticky hand.

"m'gonna cum, adrian— please!" you whimpered.

"where.. where do you want me?" he groaned softly against your skin.

"in.. inside.." you shivered.

with one hard thrust adrian sunk his teeth into your shoulder just enough that his fangs made two pebbles of blood. your cunt convulsed around his cock as you creamed around him and he buried himself deep inside you. hot ropes of cum shot inside of you— and adrian thrusted weakly in a fit of muffled whimpers at the taste of your blood.

"shhh.. shh." you kissed alucards forehead before he quickly pulled away. digusting at himself for hurting you, but in love with your taste.

"i'm sorry—"

"—m'okay, adrian," you smiled. ".. i liked it.. did you like it?"

alucard stared and panted for a moment before he finally cracked a small smile.

"oh darling," adrian laid down on your chest and sighed. ".. i unfortunately loved it."

[pebblezone]

[sorrowveined]

It's strange to think how only weeks ago, Maria could never have imagined the depths of despair she would soon sink into, or the future waiting for her. It feels like those times - the times when her family was whole - were years ago, now; yet she remembers them perfectly, and those crystal-clear memories now only serve to torment her, leaving her shaking under the weight of the pain they bring.

Perhaps she's being melodramatic. But she feels she's earned the right to be, just a little. Her mother, who she may never she again, is a vampire - cursed to be hated and rejected by all, having become the thing she hated the most - a monster. She'll never walk in the sunlight again. And that fate was supposed to be Maria's... that's what hurts the most. The fact that she's desperate to escape but can never run away from, so agonizing it's unbearable - is that in the end, it's all her fault.

And her father's.

Maria feels her stomach lurch at the thought of him. Grinds her teeth together. It's not like she isn't trying to move forward, like she's sure her mother wanted for her - Richter, too... but it's hard, harder than anything she's ever known. She feels useless, too, which is a feeling she hates more than anything. Seeing Richter, though... while it doesn't exactly ease the weight in her chest, his presence reminds her that she hasn't lost everything, that there are still some things worth fighting for in this world. And she's grateful for that, at the very least.

"You're giving me that look again." she says, once she notices him staring. She's not the person she used to be, and it's no surprise that he can see that, but she feels so exposed and ashamed under his gaze. There's no judgement there, though. She can't see any, anyway.

"Are you worried about me? You don't need to be." The bitterness that colored her words before is gone now, because Richter doesn't deserve that directed at him. "I know you're thinking of leaving, but... I'm not completely useless on my own."

@knightfeared ( starter! )

[maxellminidisc]

Got tagged by @rhubarbspring to do a poll of my 5 favorite fictional characters from any media

I'll tag @wutheringheightsfilm @llycaons @kalisbaby @afro-elf @colorisbyshe

You can also feel free to do this if it seems fun and tag me if you feel like it!

[yencirilla]

"greta is a bitch/unsympathetic to alucard when they meet" all she knows about him is that he has dead bodies strung up outside his house she's trying to protect an entire village from any possible threat, which could have included alucard for all she knew so sorry she wasn't giggling and blushing the moment they met?

[cocolacola]

anyone in this hell pit want to discuss alucard with a sexy amount of nuance

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

One thing that I am deeply curious about, is how the book Dracula is seen in the Hellsing universe. It's made clear to us that the events of the book DID happen, albeit, a bit altered, and Integra, herself, tells the Wild Geese to look to Bram Stoker's book for further instruction on how to kill a vampire.

This implies that Dracula by Bram Stroker may very well be a slightly altered 'based on true events' type of tale, with perhaps Bram Stroker being a friend of Abraham Van Helsing's who asked about the events leading up to the death of the menace known as Dracula. Perhaps Abraham gave a heavily altered view of events or made Bram write fictional elements into the tale in order to keep what really happened on the down low. After all, it be very bad for Abraham if someone prematurely found out about his new 'pet' in the dungeons. Of course this also means Mina probably had a moment of grieving because apparently Dracula and Mina fell in love in the Hellsing universe. I'm not entirely sure if that is actually true or not. Idk, someone correct me if I am wrong, Hellsing is weird as shit.

Anyway, Dracula by Bram Stroker being actual events that happened is not nearly as talked about as it should be in this fandom. It's deeply fascinating in my honest opinion.

[the-best-bagel]

The last stretch of hellsing after anderson dies is fucking painfully boring. The twist with schrodinger is the only marginally interesting thing and it's drowned out by Walter being stupid for literally no reason and the Nazis jacking themselves off about how cool they while having negative charisma. like i know they were going for the evil genius thing and it just fails because they're a bunch of losers. HOWEVER the epilogue somehow manages to save it and I'm glad I didnt bail before seeing Gilftegra

[pinkmirth]

my vampire phase is coming back in the strongest way, it’s literally so terrible. im binging castlevania like it’s my fucking lifeline, reading the dracula novel from how many decades ago because apparently now the impaler is most intriguing thing in the world to me? and don’t even get me started on how i went to rewatch fucking twilight out of all things just to see some vamp content . . .

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Nocturne Season 2 has officially confirmed that Alucard did, in fact, spending at least six generations as the Belmonts' "favorite uncle" and I might curl up and die of cuteness from that statement.

Apparently Juste knew him from meeting him "a total of three days" when he was fourteen, and Juste's father and grandfather "went on and on" about Alucard like he was "some sort of favorite uncle."

Hearing Juste say all of that turned me onto a puddle.

Alucard teasingly/jokingly apologizing for not being around to "bring toys" and "give fishing lessons" while Juste was little was amusing as banter, but I love the implication that Alucard probably did just that for Juste's dad, granddad, and so on.

Alucard's reason for becoming distant with the Belmont family broke my heart 😢

He was "tired of seeing Belmonts die," y'all 😭

Also the line "It's been so long since I was young, I'd forgotten what it was like."

THE NOCTURNE WRITERS NEED TO CEASE AND DESIST, I CAN'T WITH THIS ALUCARD ANGST!!!!

Just kidding, yes I can, give me more!!!!

[orphicmusings]

Omg could you please do some or all of the NSFW alphabet for adrian tepes, i would be extremely grateful 😭😭😭 (if you’ve never heard of it look it up on tumblr and you’ll find the template)

finally got my thoughts together for this

a = aftercare

alucard is incredibly gentle with you afterward, even if you both didn’t get too wild- he is just in a sweet, lovey mood. giving you little kisses everywhere and cleaning you up, then holding you while you fall asleep.

b = body part

alucard loves your hands. he loves holding them in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, trapping them above your head while he sinks into you. he especially loves kissing them, making you fluster at such an innocent gesture while you’re doing something so filthy.

c = cum

i don’t really think he’s one for a breeding kink?? i think he would be terrified at the prospect of having kids. he would be too afraid of crashing out like his father if something happened to you and giving them no choice but to end him and live with the guilt. i did not mean for a prompt about cum to be this depressing

d = dirty secret

we all know how he looks at trevor and sypha. he would only be into if you were into it. that said he would be so into it. watching him be so rough with trevor, so submissive with sypha, and a delicious mix with you. meshing together, exploring each other, cuddling in one big pile after.

e=experience

HE GOT NONE LOL…i do think he is a relatively quick learner though, he’s a very focused and determined person and will learn what makes you tick quick.

f = favorite position

def missionary, holding your hand and looking into your eyes while he fucks you hard and fast or deep and slow, it doesn’t matter so long as he sees your face.

g = goofy

i think i could get a little silly with it, but definitely doesn’t initiate the silly mood during sex. maybe if you’re both a little tipsy, you tripped, your shirt got stuck, etc; he would just look at you and burst into uncontrollable laughter that would give him the giggles all night.

h = hair

doesn’t manscape often given the time period but definitely does…out of sheer boredom at least

i = intimacy

he values it so much, he needs to see you and hear you and feel you. for him, sex isn’t quick fun, it’s connecting, it’s intimacy. it’s literally an act of pouring all his love into you, and he’ll make sure you know that.

j = jack off

he probably has but doesn’t strike me as the type to do it often, he’s very disciplined.

k = kink

PRAISE. he loves hearing you praise him, and he loves the flustered look on your face when he praises you. definitely has a love-biting thing, loves seeing the slight indent of his fangs in your skin. i also think he has a thing for size, being such a tall ethereal being and also having at least a quarter of a predator instinct. like he probably thinks of how small you are compared to him and will short circuit, his brain crowded with the urge to protect you and ravish you in equal measure.

l = location

i do not see this guy getting nasty anywhere but the bed or the couch. he’s definitely old fashioned like that. and he wants to know you’re comfy!

m = motivation

when you run your hands through his hair and tug ever so gently, it’s over. he’s putty in your hands. especially if you praise him in the process.

n = no

i think bondage for obvious reasons, he never wants to feel that feeling again nor does he want you to, so it’s just off the table. he likes biting and playing rough with you, but he will never hurt you. even the slightest frown will get him to snap out of it and check in with you. he could not bring himself to ever hurt you on purpose.

o = oral

oh this man is a giver….like….sinking his fangs softly into your inner thigh and licking up the blood before he goes in LIKE!!! and don’t get me started on when you’re on your period, he’s practically feral, holding your hips down and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re shaking and can’t go any longer.

p = pace

he can definitely do all, but prefers it deep and slow, he wants to savor everything. he wants to commit your pleasured, flustered, blissed out face to his immortal memory. he wants to make sure he remembers the most divine thing he has ever seen, the most divine thing he’s ever done, if he’s feeling poetic.

q = quickie

he doesn’t like them. like i said, sex is deeply intimate and loving for him and he can’t just fuck one out quickly.

r = risk

i think if you expressed wanting to do something that he wasn’t necessarily opposed to, he’d have an open mind about it and at least try it once.

s = stamina

beast. actual beast. he can control himself, though, and knows you can’t go as many rounds as he could, and he would never push you to. but if you felt like being edged? ohohohoho

t = toys

i don’t think sex toys existed back then…i could be wrong. but even in modern aus i don’t see him using them.

u = unfair

he doesn’t tease you often, but when he’s in a cheeky mood, he’s in a cheeky mood. he definitely can be withholding when he wants to be, and he knows he can stick it out longer than you. will definitely tell you to “ask nicely” and won’t obey until he hears the prettiest pleases.

v = volume

i think he’s fairly low volume, but very breathy. also talkative if he’s in the mood for it. just narrating what he’s doing, how he’s feeling, how he’s making you feel and having you affirm it could bring him to the brink faster. definitely whimpers, though, just tries his hardest to contain it.

w = wild card

reads about sex. like, all the books he can find on it. and will definitely fuck you on the sofa in the library while he asks you to read a passage out loud, whispering how well you’re doing and how good you are for him, all while chuckling as your voice shakes.

x = x ray

well we’ve seen his chest. but his dick is definitely big. not monstrous. but long. definitely a long boy

y = yearning

i think he has a fairly normal sex drive. not too high, not too low. he’s goldilocks :)

z = zzz

doesnt fall asleep until you do. he just wants to make sure you’re okay, and he loves watching how peaceful you look, wrapped up safe in his arms.

[thewritetofreespeech]

May I request Alucard finding out that his s/o may be pregnant? I mean, if that's okay. If not then, may I request Alucard reacting to his s/o asking him out?

Alucard x Reader

Alucard did not normally consider himself an anxious person, but in this moment, he was positively paralyzed by it.

Metaphorically, of course, as he was currently wearing a fine trench in the floor with his pacing.

[Y/N] had been sick for a few days now. Retching, unable to keep anything down, poor sleeping. Finally, he sent word to Sypha to have a look at her. Though his mother was a skilled doctor, Alucard had no knowledge of human medicine outside of basic first aid and chicken soup. Sypha was the only healer he knew who could help them.

“Relax will you.” Trevor told him. As lax on the situation as any other. “I’m sure [Y/N] will be fine.”

“What if they’re not?” Alucard retorted.

His partner was human. Fragile. He remembered once a time when his mother was sick and his father had a similar amount of worry. Who heals the healer when they fall ill? Eventually, she did recover, and they were a happy family again. But he remembered quite clearly his father’s distress that he might lose his only love. Alucard didn’t think he could bear it. Not after everything else he had lost.

The door finally opened and Sypha slipped out. “What is it? Are they alright?” Alucard questioned immediately.

“They are fine.” The Speaker assured him. To which Alucard let out a sigh. “The sickness may persist for a while longer, but that is normal.” He arched a brow. That didn’t sound normal. “They want to see you.”

Alucard wasted no time in going to their side, as requested. [Y/N] was sitting in their bed. Looking rather fine with a soft smile on their face. So it seemed that it was good news. “Sypha told me you would be on the mend. That’s good to hear.”

“Is that what she told you?” He arched a brow again. Why was everyone being so cryptic today. “Well, I am fine. She found the cause for my sickness. I am…pregnant…”

Shock washed over Alucard. Pregnant? From him?

Of course, he knew it had to be from him. [Y/N] was nothing if not faithful. But he was under the impression that dhampir were sterile. Like mules, or some other cruel comparison he had heard from his childhood. Alucard didn’t think he could get [Y/N] pregnant. If he had known they would have been more careful. But she was with child….“You don’t seem happy.”

Alucard looked up to [Y/N]’s face. Her smile fallen into a look of concern. Clearly taking his reeling for a negative reaction to the news. “No, no! I am happy, my love. Ecstatic!” He leaned over to kiss her sweetly in joy.

A child. They were going to have a child. A piece of him & her, out in the world. A chance at a new family. A chance to go on living again.

“Are you truly happy, Adrian? I know this was a bit of a shock.”

“Miracles tend to be that way.” He told her with a soft smile. Clasping their hands. “I could not be happier though.”

He wondered if his father had been as happy when he heard the news about him. Did his parents make the plans he was already making in his mind? Did they cry like he felt he was about to? No one could be sure, but he did know this. Alucard would give his child and wife a world where they would be safe in. He would love and protect them always. This he would promise them.

[thirstyforlulu]

(about the latest post) Ok but consider. Alucard has super high libido and though indulge him as we might we're probably gonna get tired real fast, right?. Hence why I present you... Thigh fucking. He gets to cuddle /and/ get sexy times while we lazy fucks rest and get to watch him come undone

You are absolutely correct

It’s hard to keep up with an inhuman libido!

Even if you’re also a vampire, he’s much stronger than you, which means he can last way longer

After the last round you can handle, you plop onto the bed, entire body spent and tired, but as always Alucard is still rock hard and ready

He was the one who first came up with the idea

You had rolled over to rest and he was still needy, and seeing your thighs pressed together, he couldn’t help himself

“What are you doing?” You asked as you felt his cock prodding around between your thighs

“I’m trying something my love. Get some rest, don’t worry about me,” He reassured you, placing a kiss on your neck

He then started thrusting himself between your thighs, the remnants from earlier helping make things smoother

���Fuck…” He moaned shakily

You let him do as he pleased, resting as best you could

His moans grew louder and louder in your ear as his thrusts grew faster and faster

“Are you really enjoying this that much?” You asked curiously

“Yes. You’re absolutely divine my darling,” He replied

You could hardly believe it when he came

Did he really just get off using just your thighs?

And you didn’t have to do a thing

After that, thigh tucking became a regular part of your sex life

When you’re too tired to keep going, you let him go to town

You love seeing how much pleasure he gets from it

And he loves that it keeps him from running you ragged

[prickly-paprikash]

Castlevania Nocturne really stepped up its game in the second season.

I had two major complaints for the premiere season of CN:

The pacing was erratic. From episode 2 onwards, it seems as if the story is obsessed with giving us nonstop climactic battles, at the cost of letting the characters and pacing breathe. I understand that a central theme of the first season was loss—not just loss of loved ones and the grief that comes with it, but simply losing at every turn. They make the Vampire Messiah feel more like an inevitability, and it works to some extent. But one thing that the original Castlevania series did well was how it handled the flow of conversation and combat.

Seasons 1-3 were all mostly slow, deliberate episodes centered on talking. Characters would simply converse. The very first scene of Castlevania literally embodies this.

Lisa and Dracula, having an organic yet expertly crafted conversation that feels sharp, poignant, and immediately tells us everything we need to know about these two characters. We get one Lisa scene, and then she dies and yet it hits so hard because of how one conversation was written.

Nocturne's first season, many times, felt more like a quip-fest. Castlevania's humor was dry and morbid, to better fit the sarcastic and dark tone of the series. When characters like Trevor or Sypha or even Isaac cracked a joke, it never felt out of place. They had a cold, callous sense to them. Like their humor was a coping mechanism for the dreary and bleak reality they lived in.

Richter on the other hand felt like a Phase IV MCU lead, being unbearably sarcastic and "witty". Watching Nocturne again, I struggled to like Richter in the first half but he really came into his own after he meets Juste.

In the second season, however, the pacing really knuckles down. It becomes deliberate. And when a fight scene happens pre-episode 7, it feels more like OG Castlevania again. It isn't being treated with extreme weight, but it feels more like a part of every day life for Belmonts and their peers. Whenever Trevor, Sypha and Alucard get into a scrap with Night creatures, it actually had a sense of levity to them. This was a job. An occupational hazard. A logical result of living in Wallachia. In Nocturne season 1, fights were treated with more weight than they should have, while character work felt secondary, barring someone like Annette.

Here, it really allows me to fall for these characters more. Being an OG Drolta stan was so rewarding this season. I really also liked Maria and Tera more here, with Tera becoming a vampire creating a really interesting dynamic between the two and pushing their characters into directions that I didn't expect to enjoy as much as I did.

Mizrak, Olrox, and Richter were sidelined a bit more here, but it makes sense. These three dominated the first season, so it made sense to shift the focus on others and let their characters grow and shine. But just because they didn't take up most of the spotlight doesn't mean their characters were ignored.

Mizrak and Olrox's romance was developed in more subtle ways this time, which I appreciated. The writers let the unspoken heat and budding romance speak for themselves here, and I really enjoyed Olrox's sadness and Mizrak's regret and grief here, though of course the best scene between them was at the end. The way the writers made that finale, weaving feelings of heartbreak, lust, love, and fear into that one sentence was so, so good. Mizrak's fear of death and torment. Olrox simply saying that the devil was easy to cheat.

Ugh. That's the good shit.

And Richter? They still let him be the dry, sarcastic quipster, but I appreciate the restraint here. He doesn't crack jokes as much. Instead, they really focus on his feelings with Annette, to the point that he feels more like the love interest rather than the MC for a good chunk of the season.

And I'm not complaining. I enjoyed the budding romance between them in the first season, but with the deliberate pacing here, the writers really sold me on this soft, chaste, tender love story. Richter and Annette feel like young adults falling for the first time and I really fucked with it.

I'll talk about Annette in a separate post, but sufficed to say, she was the best character of this season. Hands down.

My second complaint was Erzsebet Báthory. She felt so... she felt like she paled in comparison to the three other villains of the season.

Drolta was exquisite. She oozed charisma and charm, and she stole every single scene she was in. The animators loved her and I could tell. She had the most costume changes. She had the sharpest lines. She was gorgeous. And even her death felt euphoric because she got to introduce Alucard into the mix. Like, seriously, they used her perfectly in the first season and she was easily the best character by far.

Olrox? Sexy. Gay. Kill me. Him and Mizrak? Perfection. His voice was so smooth and seductive. His dialogue? Smartly written. Every scene he's in, he feels like he's always holding back something.

Rage. Pain. Lust. Desire. Grief. Hatred. Remorse. It is always there, an undercurrent of emotions so thick you could feel it in every scene they placed him in.

Abbott? Worthless. Pathetic. Hypocrite. I hated him every single time he was onscreen, and that was exactly what he needed to be. A counterrevolutionary bible thumper that would elicit powerful memories of unlikable relatives at a reunion. No notes. Perfectly utilized villain, and I fucking cheered when he got burnt to a crisp by his daughter.

But Báthory felt so underwhelming.

So either the writers knew this specific complaint from the fans, or more likely wrote her this way to purposefully hide the true final boss of the series.

Drolta.

See, Báthory doesn't hold a candle to any previous villains of the Castlevania story. Not as complex as Isaac. Not as iconic and important as Dracula. Not as enjoyable to both hate and love as Carmilla. Not as hilarious and memorable as Death. She was just there. I thought it was a waste, and that I wanted to see more of her shine in season 2.

So when the only bit of character work she got was her mourning Drolta and her small flashback, I was disappointed.

Make no mistake, she made a great physical threat. But that was it. She felt more like one of Death's elite guards from season 4 than her own true brand of evil.

Not as hate-worthy as the Abbott. Not as conflicted as Olrox. Not as charismatic as Drolta.

So imagine my surprise and subsequent glee as to when Drolta takes the power for herself. Killing her in the sky. That was perfect.

Drolta, who served Sekhmet. Who broke down at the loss of her goddess, her fellow priestesses, and the people she cared for. Who, blinded by grief, sought to resurrect her goddess by becoming a vampire herself and searching high and low for a worthy vessel.

Drolta became even more interesting. Thinking herself as only a follower, never seeking to gain the goddesses' power for herself. Becoming the first Vampire/Night Creature that gave Alucard, the son of Dracula himself who was leagues above Báthory before she became the goddess, quite a lot of trouble.

The way every villain was handled in this season was excellent. From Abbott's death, to Richter proclaiming his desire to avenge his mother to Olrox's face right after they worked together to beat Drolta, but still letting him go afterwards as thanks—I'm sorry, but that was some raw ass writing right there.

The only thing I have to complain about? Nothing from the writers or animators or directors. It's the production that I hate.

Streaming services fucked everything up. 8-10 episodes for every single show is such a dumb move, and making us wait 2-3 years for every single one of them is horrible.

On top of the fact that they will cancel something on a whim.

Nocturne would be unquestionably a masterpiece had it been allowed to have 24 fucking episodes each season. We could explore France more. See deeper into the revolutionary setting of the show. Really see the world of Castlevania, but no. And now there's still a threat of cancellation when animation has been carrying Netflix's worthless ass for years? Especially through the pandemic?

Watch Castlevania Nocturne. Support the studio. Show Netflix that this is where their energies and money should be going towards.

Their live actions, barring something like the big names of Stranger Things and Squid Game, have been flops. They fumbled the Witcher series. They killed Kaos. They ended Shadow and Bone. They fuck up every single time and it has been animation that has pulled through.

Arcane. Castlevania. Blue Eye Samurai. She-Ra.

Support this show, please. I would love to keep this series going, but it needs the attention it so rightfully deserves.

Please. I need to see Old Man Coyote. I need to see Tera go further into the darkness. I want to believe in the possible Maria x Alucard romance that was in the games that could be written really well here. I want to see more of these characters. I want to dive deeper into this world. But most importantly, I want every single person who worked on this show to keep having a job. To be able to do what they do best and get better at it.

This show is great. It deserves more seasons. More sequel series to explore other Belmonts. Other countries. More sexy vampires. More sexy hunters.

Support animation.

[catboymoonknight]

Children

Alucard Tepes x Reader

No Y/N used

Gender not specified

Words: 800+

Requests are Open!

Notes: Just finished both Castlevania shows and I'm so sad. I need more. Its also my birthday today (Oct 7) but I figured I should post this anyway since its finished <3

"Don't think I haven't heard the orphan children call you father," Greta says as she sits on the log with Alucard. His face flushes as he hears her words, turning away from her.

"Some of them even refer to you and your partner as their parents."

Alucard flushes deeper, leaning forward to rest his face in his hands. "I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about." He says, keeping his normal tone in hopes of not seeming flustered.

Greta chuckles softly, patting his shoulder before standing up to help around the new village. He watches her walk away, sitting back up the further she gets. He sits up straighter as he hears a familiar set of footsteps walking towards him.

"I didn't know the orphan children called us their parents." He says softly, turning to look at you as you stand at his side.

"Mm..." You hum softly, resting a hand on Alucard's shoulders. "I've heard it from one or two children." You say softly, crouching down by him.

He chuckles softly, leaning into your touch. "Its cute, no?"

"I think the children in general are cute, Alucard." You laugh softly, pressing your forehead against his.

He brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks. He rubs your cheekbones with his thumbs. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your nose before leaning back and standing up. "Walk with me, darling?" He asks, holding his hand out to you.

"I would be happy to walk with you." You say with a bright smile, taking his hand.

He smiles back, helping you to your feet. He brings your hand up to his face, gently pressing your knuckles to his cheek. He lets out a content sigh, enjoying the warmth you provide him. You gently pull your hand from his grasp, pressing the palm of your hand to his cheek.

"You know... If I knew any better I would say you would die without my touch." You tease him softly.

He grins, his fangs peeking out from behind his lips. "Mmm.. Maybe I would, but I'd rather not find out, darling."

You laugh, leaning up to nuzzle your nose against his. Taking his hand, you slowly begin walking around the village, Alucard following closely behind you.

He looks over at you, eyes filled to the brim with love, a small content smile on his face. For the first time in weeks, months, he feels relaxed. He feels content. Many of the villagers say hello as the two of you pass by. Some of them notice the way Alucard looks at you, a smile on their face as they realize how smitten he is with you.

Many of the children run by, a small little girl running up to you. You crouch down to her height, recognizing her as one of the orphan children who refer to you and Alucard as their parents.

"What do you need, my little love?" You say to her, rubbing some dirt from her cheek.

"This is for you." She says excitedly, holding out a small flower she picked from the ground.

You smile brightly at her, taking the flower from her tiny hand. "I'll keep it forever," You say ruffling her hair softly.

She beams up at you, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck in a quick hug before she runs off once again to go play with the other children.

You stand straight again as you watch her run off, before turning to Alucard. He has a smile on his face, an expression filled with nothing but love.

You blush softly, giggling. He snaps out of his daze, blushing as he realizes you caught him gazing at you.

"You're so cute, my love." You say, tucking the flower behind his ear.

"I think you're mistaken. You tend to be the cute one between the two of us." He says, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips.

You rest against his chest, pulling away from the kiss after a few seconds. "I love you, Alucard."

His knuckles brush your cheek, his eyes meeting yours as he looks at you. "I love you too, darling. I will always love you. During this lifetime and through many more." He whispers against your lips, his breath gently brushing your skin.

A deep blush spread across your face. You look away from him, burying your head in his shoulder. He chuckles softly, the vibrations from his chest providing a sense of comfort, a sense of home.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. Neither of you speaks, enjoying the silence between the two of you while listening to the ambiance sounds from around.

The silence is broken by dozens of little feet running over to you. You quickly turn in that direction, a group of children running around the two of you with happy expressions. You look up at your lover, a content smile on your face.

"Looks like our children need us." You say,

He chuckles again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Looks like it, darling."

He leans down, picking up one of the younger children, holding them on his hip. The two of you contiue walking around the growing village, the children happily walking and running beside the two of you.

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General Alucard Dating Headcanons

A/N: This takes place post Season 4, if he didn’t fall for Greta of course and just became friends with her

He absolutely adores when you call him Adrian, he doesn’t really like being called Alucard by you, since that’s more of his title than his actual name. He didn’t share his real name with you for a bit, but one day he asked you if you could call him by his given name, Adrian, and of course you respected his wish. But there was something about everyone else in the village calling him Alucard or The Alucard, and you were one of the only people to call him by his name. It made you feel special, and it made him feel more close to you when you said his name

It took awhile for him to open up to you fully, after what happened with Sumi and Taka, he needed physical space from you. Physical touch was iffy for him, he had to take baby steps into it with you. First it was linking pinkies, then holding hands, then hugs, and it took a long time for him to finally kiss you. But once he did, he never stopped wanting to, your lips fit perfectly against his and your sweet and love filled kiss didn’t hold any malice or ill intentions. More intimate things like sex would come later into the relationship, but for now you were content with kissing him

HE LOVES CUDDLING WITH YOU. After getting used to you touching him and feeling your arms around him, he felt so safe in them. They held him after nightmares, held him when he cried, held him when he wanted to express his love for you. Likes when you play with his long hair and scratch his scalp, his own hands often scratch your back with his long nails, or his thumbs rub your hips where his hands are rested. When he feels lonely in the castle, he finds you and asks if you to hold him. It never takes much convincing, so you find a comfy place to get comfortable, whether it be him sitting in a chair and you on his lap, on a couch or getting cozy in bed for a nap together

Loves watching you help the people around the village. You help the men hold things up to build houses, help cook meals with the women, play with the children while their parents were busy. You and Sypha would often chat together, complaining about your S/O’s bad habits, like Trevor’s constant thirst for beer and Adrian’s clinginess when you were busy

Adrian: “I am not clingy…am I?”

Trevor: “When you got drunk with me you cried about wanting Y/N and kneeled before her.”

Adrian: “Oh-“

He likes to gather and cook you dinner personally, it feels more intimate and with love that way rather than just bringing you a plate of food someone else made. Likes to set up romantic dinners with a velvet tablecloth, candles, and a vase with flowers for you, and cook you your favorite meal after a long week of running a village with him

He gets so embarrassed when the orphans of the village call him ‘dad’ in front of you. It always makes you giggle and brings a red blush to his pale cheeks, and he freezes until one of this kids tug on his sleeve to answer their question. Whenever he sees you playing with the kids, he can’t help but imagine what it will be like when the two of you have kids. Belmont and Sypha are already expecting their first, maybe soon the two of you would as well in the near future. He would bring the idea up to you, and you had the same thoughts for some time as well, thinking that Adrian would make the cutest kids with you, hopefully they’d have his luscious blonde hair

He definitely wants to turn you into a vampire, he doesn’t want to live his immortal life without you. Of course if it is your wish to remain human, he will respect that, but if you allow him to turn you, he will do it gently and hold you through the painful transition. Would love to always kiss where he bit you while turning you, so lots and lots of hug from behind followed by the soft peck of his lips on your neck