#richter belmont x reader

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request the Castlevania boys reaction to their s/o wearing lingerie?

Alucard

Embarrassed but tries to act like he isn’t.

By this point in their relationship Alucard has seen them naked. Yet somehow this is more…scandalous.

He tries to go to sleep like normal but the vision of them is still in his mind. Urging him to touch.

Trevor

He is definitely a ‘that’s real pretty baby, now take it off’ kind of guy.

Lingerie is great. He appreciates it like any other man, although he thinks it’s a bit unnecessary.

Trevor also hates how complicated it is sometimes. All those finicky laces get on his nerves, so he eventually just rips it.

Hector

Taken aback but quick to correct and be flattered by their effort.

Hector knows this is for him. Something so thin and skimpy certainly doesn’t look comfortable, nor practical.

He would take great care to appreciate not only them but the outfit. Careful to remove it and have it saved for later.

Ritcher

Turns immediately red.

Especially with some of the French lingerie available, it leaves little to the imagine, or too much for fantasy.

Flustered, Ritcher would probably put his foot in his mouth about how impractical it is to sleep in or try to compliment them by saying they don’t need it because they are beautiful but instead saying “what’s the point in that” or something.

[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.

[nineteenninety-six]

Nobel Elements

Request: hii is it okay if you do richter x fem!reader hcs? perhaps the reader is a noble + speaker? ORR just richter x fem!reader dating hcs?? idm up to you!! thank youuuu 💗 AN: Sorry, I don't do hc's and this fic doesn't make sense in the Castlevania universe but hey that's what fics are for right :) Word Count: 600~

Do the ice one again"

The demand makes you smirk. Ever demanding was your Richter.

As your eyes lock with Richter's you let the flame that was dancing on top of your fingers dissipate, causing a pout to form on Richters lips.

A protest was quick to escape his lips, "Why'd you stop?!"

You cast a check on your surroundings, eyes seeking for anything out of place because you weren’t meant to be out here, actually you were strictly forbidden from sneaking out and meeting Richter by your parents and grandparents, tutors and handmaidens…probably by everyone in your castle but no amount of threats or punishments could deter you. You were from a minor nobel house, big enough to attend the big royal events but the common people didn’t really care for you but your family still held weight amongst the aristocrats of the country.

Richter was addicting, his sense of adventure and his bravery and love for his family friends and he was also incredibly kind and mindful towards you.

With you unable to go on a actual date with Richter, he had started to meet you not far from your families castle, sometimes he’d bring a picnic that Tera and Maria helped him pack or sometimes it’ll be like this, the two of your giggling and cuddling as you escaped from your lives.

"Did you leave all your manners at your house?" You ask as you turn back to him,"I know your mother and Tera raised you better than that."

"Sorry, sorry" Richter apologises, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, puppy eyes on full display.

"What's so special when I do it?” You hum as you ask, forming little ice blades where the flames once were. "You are a mage Richter, our powers are similar"

Richter shuffles forward so that you are now pressed up against each other, voice as sweet as honey “I don’t know, just like seeing you use them”

You let out a sigh in an attempt to cover the twitch of your lips, “You’re such a little flirt”

There’s a twinkle in Richter’s eyes before he surges up and pulls you into a kiss, pulling you down on top of him. You giggle as you pull away, settling on his lap as he remains laid back on the forest floor.

Richter sighs as he looks up at you as he shifts to get comfortable on the hard forest ground, “Do you think you can stay longer?”

Richter pulls out all the stops that usually make you crumble; pouty lips, wide begging eyes and the begging undertone of his question but as you look up at the moon high in the sky, you knew your answer would deepen the pout and his face.

“I’m afraid not my sweet. My parents are still suspicious and I think my attempts to get them to warm up to you are working, slowly but surely and if I get caught then all my hard work will be wasted.”

As predicted Richter’s pout increases but there’s understanding in his eyes. Whilst the relationship was strictly forbidden, it was heavily discouraged and there would be only so many incidents your parents will take before they do forbid it.

“Next time?” You propose, in hopes of wiping the pout off his face.

Richter props himself up on his hands so he’s sitting up, face close to yours.

“Promise?”

You hold up your pinky finger in front of you, waiting for him to wrap his around yours.

“I promise Richter”

Your smile when his finger wraps around yours turns into a muffled laugh when he pulls you into a kiss.

[writing-fanics]

Castlevania [x Reader Ideas]

Ideas I have if liked I may write them

Adrien Tepes ‘Alucard’

Alucard Tepes x Belmont!Reader: Summary: the growing bond between the half vampire and someone who was supposed to kill his kind. [romantic]

Alucard Tepes x Dampir-Child!Reader: Summary: Alucard adopted a dhampir child he saved from the night creatures after stumbling upon her human mother dead body [platonic prequel to richter belmont x reader]

AlucardTepes x Belmont!Reader: Summary: You decided you wanted to head back to the castle, thank god you did to stop when you heard Alucards pleas from outside the castle. [reader basically stops sumi and take but gets hurt almost killed]

Richter Belmont

.Richter Belmont x F!Reader. title unknown: Summary: Richter falls for the half-vampire adopted daughter of the Alucard Tepes [she’s around 18-19]

[l0nelyb4t]

I adore you.

Richter Belmont x Fem!Reader

(Fluff, FLUFF, kisses, ALSO TERA’S ALIVE AND WELL I LOVE HER SM AND EDOUARD AND ANNETTE ARE WELL TOO 😭🙏💗)

A/N: btw this is kinda OLD AND IT MIGHT BE OOC I TRIED MY BEST GUYS I JUST REALLY MISSED MY CASTLEVANIA BRAIN ROT. ALSO i wanna start writing even more oh my gyatt hello castlevania nation WE ARE SO BACK 😼😼

Richter finally reunited with Juste Belmont, and you two lived with the Renard family. While Richter and Juste were catching up, you, Maria, and Tera were making dinner for the night, but as that happens, Tera was teasing you for dating Richter and Maria was giggling while cutting the vegetables. Juste and Richter were outside, taking a stroll around the area, while Juste talks about his past and friends who accompanied him in his journey.

After a couple of hours passed by, dinner was almost finished and you decided to make some sort of dessert while the food finishes cooking to welcome Richters grandfather but you weren’t sure what exactly to make. So you asked for Tera’s opinion and she said that she’ll be making the dessert so you wouldn’t have to stress over it. You felt bad, but decided to let her be.

“At least let me help you with something, Tera.” you softly spoke to her.

“Oh no, my dear. I got this. Maria can help me with this. You go with the Belmonts and catch up with them!” Tera responded kindly. You smiled and thanked her.

You walked outside and found them laughing, getting along. The sky looked like it was about to set. You didn’t want to disturb them. You walked off instead, admiring the beauty of nature, not wanting to interfere in such a beautiful moment. This usually doesn’t happen to the Belmonts. You walked towards to a little river, but you caught Richters eye. Juste looked at his grandson, and smiled.

“Go. Talk to her. We can always talk more later. I’ll be talking to Tera anyways.” Juste spoke to Richter. Richter nods and walks towards you, leaving Juste behind, but Juste walks away, leaving you both alone.

“Hey!” Richter grabbed your attention. You turned around, smiling, and admiring his eyes but you were confused.

“And your grandfather? I thought you two were bonding?”

“Oh.. he uh.. heh he let us be.. yknow.. he’s an awkward guy and stuff AND he told me to like always be with my lover or .. something like that.” Richter responded to your question nervously but flustered by your presence.

“Ah.. I see. The Belmonts usually have it rough when it comes to love. I learned from Adrian. Or Alucard. But I won’t let that happen to you. I’ll stick with you until the day way die. You’re stuck with me mister!” You teased with a chuckle. Richter looked at you with adoring eyes and a bright, warm smile. You both locked eyes and stayed that way for a while until you couldn’t bear the fact that your face was heating up unbearably. Richter giggled and smothered kisses on your face while holding your waist.

“I know I don’t say this much but.. I love you. And i don’t say these words to anyone and you being the person to hear those words from me means a lot. You make me feel this emotion.. and this emotion has me feeling like as if I was in heaven.” He stated while looking directly into your eyes. He continues to pepper kisses on your face while you giggle.

“Oh Richter.. I know that already silly. You show me so much affection, I sometimes can’t handle it!” Richters arms tighten around your waist. “And I don’t mean that in a bad way. I.. Love you too, Richter. You make me feel.. special.” Richter admired your face when you spoke. He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly, but passionately like as if the world was going to end soon. As the sun was setting, his lips parted from yours and leaned his forehead against yours.

“I adore you. Despite everything at night, y’know the night creatures and the nightmares I get about my mothers death every now and then, you make me feel wanted and loved. I’ve never felt this way outside of my family.. Thank you for choosing me.. And uhh.. I know that we’re still young, but I would love to marry you one day.” He says without hesitation. You looked at him with wide eyes and immediately smiled and hugged him.

“Oh Richter!!” Your heart was pounding with joy. You kissed him and continued to kiss him until Maria and Alucard called you both for dinner.

“Ugh. Jeez,” Maria looked at Alucard when she noticed you and Richter passionately kissing nearby.

“Oh my. Such terrible timing for you Maria. They’ve been at it for a while. They’re quite corny when they’re by themselves. But that’s what romance is all about when a Belmont falls in love with someone that can beat their ass? I’m assuming.. Thats what I’ve seen with Trevor and Sypha. Cute, but sometimes annoying.” Alucard spoke to Maria with a soft voice.

“Hehe thats funny! Belmonts are strange sometimes. Anyways, I gotta call the two in. It’s time for dinner. Wanna join us?” Maria asked.

“Sure. I’m quite hungry after all of this hunting.”Alucard accepted the invite. Maria smiled at Alucard.

“Okay I need to call them in now. ALRIGHT LOVEBIRDS GET INSIDE!! DINNERS READY!! CALL EDOUARD AND ANNETTE TOO!! I KNOW THEY’RE NEARBY!!” Maria exclaimed to the both of you. Alucard was sitting at the bench, quietly laughing, as he witnessed you both confess your love for each other, once again. Her yell startled you both and both of your faces flushed intensely after you both have been caught.

“O-OKAY!! WE’LL BE RIGHT THERE!!” Richter exclaimed, nervously. You giggled. This journey would sure be entertaining.

[starlight-pearls]

Ugh he's so bf material I want to kiss this man all over and get lipstick all over him

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could you write richter Belmont relationship headcannos or just anything for him pls

He’s a wanker (affectionate)

^^ that is also the nickname you’ve come up for him because it seems like ever since being in a relationship with him, Richter had made it his mission to be a right pain in your ass, but you loved him none the less.

Not an early bird that’s a damn fact. He gets all grumpy if he’s woken up earlier then he would like but his bed head, furrowed brows and pouty lips made him look utterly adorable that you never take his complaining seriously.

Hogs the bed and blanket to the point you have to fucking fight him for even just a smidge of it, only for your efforts to be rewarded with the corner of the blanket…needless to say you’re not impressed. Not even in the slightest.

Protective: Being a Belmont is never an easy life and Ricther is well aware of that. So I wouldn’t be surprised that he would sometimes become overbearingly protective, but just know that it comes from a good place and not wanting to see you in a situation where you’d get hurt. It’s not something he’s willing to risk after loosing his mother, so alongside being protective he’s going to be overbearing and dead set in his ways when it comes to your well being.

So if you got a problem with that, you might wanna sit him down and talk about it until you both come to an agreement.

Smug/Cheeky/Sarcastic cunt and it’s always during the worst moments possible.

Your fighting? Richter has the audacity to say ‘you look like you’re debating on whether or not to punch me. I’d happily prefer it if you were to kiss me instead.’

Spoiler: He don’t get the kiss like he had hoped.

You’re chewing him out for being hardheaded and accidentally letting it slip that you love him? This dude will smugly smirk, lean in towards you and say: ‘so if cursing me out for doing stupid shit and near enough biting my head off is your version of telling me you love me? But then again everyone’s got a unique way of telling people they love them, so I’m not one to judge.’ Only to add on afterwards. ‘I pray that I never live to see you angry then.’

His love language has to be between either acts of service or physical affection.

He’s a genuinely sweet boy with a big heart and so he would be so soft with you, especially if you to get injured with the way his hand would him you firmly and in place, but also in a way where you thought he was scared of hurt in you further and you’ll have to reassure him that you weren’t going to break and do what needs to be done to help you heal properly.

Cuddle bug. As said before, he’s not an early bird and will get grumpy when he’s awoken earily then he would like but if you were to try and move out from his strong arms, he will whine and grumble about you leaving him and won’t stop until your back into his arms where he will shut up and fall right back to sleep. Also good luck trying to get up in general because Richter will not make it an easy task for you, seriously, try and move an inch and Richter is immediately pinning you to the bed with his body weight.

He loves cuddling you as it’s a reminder that you were alive and breathing, which is extremely reassuring when he’s had a nightmare that included loosing you to a horde of vampires. He’ll hold onto you a lot more tighter after experiencing an nightmare, all you’ll have to do is run your hands through his beautiful chestnut hair whilst whispering sweet nothings to him in hopes that it’ll reach to him deep in his sleep. It does because you’ll see his face relax, his grip slacken and a soft smile graces his lips.

Idk but I’m feeling that he’d enjoy forehead kisses, giving and receiving that is. He’s gets this cute, dopey smile when he feels you push back his hair back to press your lips against his forehead, he’d also close his eyes in content and lean into your affection.

When he’s the one giving forehead kisses however, he’s always making sure to bring you in close to him to the point that there was no more space between you before pressing his lips to your forehead and keeping them there for longer then he should before pulling back to give you his award winning smile that never fails to set you aflame.

I can’t think of anything else so I’m going to end it here. 🦦

[demigoddessqueens]

Headcanons of how would Olrox, and Ritcher react to his shy s/o giving a quick peck on the lips in private to cheer him up from a bad day?

- CV-Non

Awww!! This is so cute!!

Masterlist 10

Richter

He’s surprised by your boldness!

You catch the small tinge of blush on his cheeks when you kiss him, but even when you try to pull away, nope you’re not going anywhere

Relentless kisses!

Olrox

It catches him by surprise by he’s amused by your boldness, especially given how most are afraid of him

Despite your shyness, he pulls you close to him when you try to pull away. If you’re gonna kiss him, these lips are sorely missing you.

[xxladyballadxx]

Touches and Kisses

Richter Belmont x f! reader (SMUT)

⚠︎ MINORS DNI ⚠︎

Summary: Richter makes love to you for the first time, showing how much he adores you. The two of you become very lovey dovey to each other while lovemaking.

An annoyed Maria shooed you both off, telling the two of you to get a bloody room. So Richter, your charming man, grabbed hold of your wrist and took you to his bedroom. You giggled innocently. Tera shakes her head while washing off the dishes as she secretly chuckles with a smile. 

You cracked an endearing laugh, watching Richter lock his damn door so nobody comes in. He then joyfully tackles you to bed, tickling your neck with his sweet kisses. “Heavens, Richter! You can be such a boy sometimes!” you bubbled, your cuteness driving him crazy. Laughing so adorably. He continues to peck your neck, “You forget that I’m a man now, (Y/n)! You’re so bloody adorable, my sweet dove. It makes me happy seeing you smile. I love to hear you laugh like that” 

This action caught him off surprised when you cupped his face and spoke in a very quiet, soft voice “Well then, Belmont…Why don’t you take off those clothes of yours and perhaps you would like to hear something…very harmonic?” 

Now this made Richter all embarrassed but he smiled warmly anyway, “Only if you’re ready, (Y/n).” You gave him a reassuring little nod. So Richter takes all of his clothes off, you turned very red as you watched him. 

He helped you with taking off your corset, untying the knots. Gentle kisses pressed to your shoulder as he does it. Richter slides down the top part of your dress while you’re on his bed, kissing you wildly. He began to play with your breasts, moans coming from you were like wonderful music to him. He planted his two fingers in the opening of your g-spot, circling around. “Oh, Richter…” more stimulating noises escaped your lips, drowning into his touch.

Holy Heavens, he’s actually very good at this.

“Allow me to show you much I fucking love you, my sweet dove.” Richter’s sexy voice had your heart racing to a rhythm. He kisses down between your breasts, making it straight down to your very wet spot. 

Richter hooked his hands onto your thighs, devouring your sweet juiciness. His tongue swirling inside your fanny. 

“Fuck…mmm…Ah!” your hands gripped the back of his head, holy sounds bouncing across the room. Your entire body felt electrified, being flooded by the feelings that you never truly felt before.

Finally, it was Richter’s turn to be eaten like a dessert. He spread out his legs confidently, motioning you to put your mouth onto that cock of his. You licked it first in a slow motion, making it towards the tip. The moment begins to heat up in such a sensation when you hold his cock with one hand, opening your mouth onto it. Your head swifting up and down, savoring the taste of him. 

“Ahhh, (Y/n)….you're very fucking good at this…mmmm…holy fuck…” Richter crooned, his erotic moans sending you off to heaven. The two of you were filled with so much joy, this is what you both wanted to do for a long time. This is the chance where you two passionate lovebirds get to cherish the moment. 

You laid down on your back, breathing out heavily with sweat. Richter inserted his sweet dripped cock into your cunt, your insides twisting. “Ahhh! Oh fuck…mmm…please fuck me, Richter! Please fuck me good!” You pleaded, moaning loud like a naughty kitten. Cries of joy crawling onto your face. 

“Oh how I fucking love you begging for it, my sweet dove..” Richter murmured as he pressed a quick soft kiss to your lips, starting with a slow thrust and then speeds it up afterwards. You moved your hands onto his back, digging your nails into it while you felt your wobbly body melted gracefully, into a spiral of lust and ecstasy.  Your sweet sounds of harmony drove Richter very wild, like a madman but in a good way. 

Richter sped up a bit more. His whole sweating body rocking onto yours, reaching for the final climax. “Oh baby! I’m going to cum!” feeling the little amount of hot, pure milk dripping out of your anus.

“Cum for me, my love!” Richter shouted in excitement, “Fucking cum already!” 

He gave a good smack to one of your buttcheeks. The tone of his cocky voice led you to making more pleasurable moans, as you entered your goal. You cummed, tensing up as you squirted out that nice, warm liquid across the silk. Richter slowly dragged out his cock from your sweet spot, wanting to lie down next to you. 

“Are you alright, my love?” Richter caresses your reddened left cheek. You smiled at your silly man, giving a light kiss to the side of his forehead, “More than alright, Richter. That felt absolutely bloody amazing. I…I never felt this much…joy in my life…ever.” you placed your hand onto Richter’s bare chest, your head falling onto his shoulder. 

“I’m the same, love. I will never forget this special moment we had together..” Says Richter in a soft, loving tone, hooking his arm under so you can lean on it, “I love you so fucking much, (Y/n).” 

“Love you too, Richter.”

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As the starlit night falls graciously, you and Richter had a wash together, getting rid of that smell of sex. That way Maria doesn’t complain about it during dinner. Tera, however, seems to know what you and Richter were up to. 

At the night of dinner, Richter made his little adopted sister very irritated and uncomfortable when he began to flirt with you mischievously. Tera couldn’t help but laugh. Maria gave a little kick towards Richter’s leg underneath. 

“Hey!” Richter gave her a small frown as Maria stuck her tongue out, blowing a raspberry. You covered your lips and laughed. “Alright, you three, eat your food before it gets cold.” Tera commanded them. 

You cleared your throat, continuing to put food in your mouth. Annoying Maria once more, Richter gave a slow swift kiss towards your cheek that caused you to jump a little. Maria stabbed her fork into her meat annoyingly and scowled, “Really?! Right in front of me, you wanker?!” 

Richter died laughing, you rolled your eyes at his intolerable behavior but secretly smirked while facing away. Tera shakes her head with a small disappointing smile. 

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Richter nuzzled up to you close in his bed, watching you sleep peacefully. He lifts his hand to caress your head in a gentle motion. He loves when you sleep by his side, it eases him. 

You are his greatest gift of all and he will never let anyone have you.

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(A/n) - I'm so sorry for rushing this! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Still not very good at writing smuts these days. However I actually kinda enjoyed writing this. I was listening to Collide by Justin Skye (Solo version) while writing this, kept making up fake scenarios with Richter for some reason.. (づ_ど). I hope to write more of my hubby in the future, probably not a smut one since I'm shite at it.

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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[plushverse]

Trevor and Richter Belmont with an s/o that’s afraid of vampires

Trevor:

*Trevor can understand your fear, and he’s made it one of his top priorities to make sure you’re safe

*”you are aware that you’re in love with a vampire hunter, right?? The one that all vampires target??”

*You were quite aware of what you were getting into when you got together with Trevor, but you love him, so you don’t mind it too much

*you try to make sure not to go out at night, at least, not without Trevor to accompany you

*While you can protect yourself against night creatures, vampires you just… can’t fight alone, because of how scared you are of them

*you or Trevor don’t get it, but he’s always got your back and will help you out when needed

Richter:

*Richter can also understand your fear, but he will tell you not to worry about them

*he’s always there to protect you from vampires, no matter what

*you don’t go out at night, unless Richter is with you

*Richter will make sure a vampire never comes near you. He wants to keep you safe

*though he’s willing to help you with your fear, and teach you how to protect yourself from them

*or teach you a few things about how to get away in case he’s not around

[bunnyluvx]

You were asking about prompts for Richter and I have a two!! Richter x dhampire reader where they are introduced through alucard. Richter x Annette's sister.

in his arms. ♡

featuring: richter belmont x gn! dhampir! reader. (w/ alucard and annette!)

summary: you reunite with alucard, richter and annette after drolta has taken sekhmet's corpse, and someone is very happy to see you again.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. season 2 spoilers.

tags: hurt/comfort | one-shot | fluff | physical affection | second pov | no y/n use | fatherly! alucard | sister figure! maria | a lot of other characters are mentioned

a/n: i hope i did you justice, moss! this fic is intended to be romantic, but can be interpreted as platonic too, so take it how you will! thank you to all of the wonderful people who've been giving me requests, i really appreciate you all and will get to them when i can! requests are still open and i do commissions! more info is on my profile. thank you all for the love, and enjoy! <3

date started: 7:05PM, february 6th, 2025.

date finished: 10:23PM, february 7th, 2025.

dc: @cafekitsune | ss: a1i.scenes insta | ib: @creativepromptsforwriting ♡ | wc: 2k | ao3

Sky which once warmly held the sun relinquishes her hold on her lover to make way for the night. They slowly slide out of one another's embrace, creating brilliant hues where they exchange their farewells. The clouds, ever the passers-by, assure the sky that the sun will come again, and remind her that tonight, she will get to hold another love, the moon. Below, Paris stone stands tall, proudly protecting its people and their creations. It believes that it will be able to endure what is to come, but the wind's silence leaves room to second-guess.

On their mission to retrieve Sekhmet's mummified body, Alucard, Richter and Annette entered France's capital with hopes of finding it before the Vampire Messiah's servants. Not even a minute after locating the goddess' remains, Emissary Drolta Tzuentes arrived with a hoard of night creatures, and in the midst of battle, Sekhmet's corpse was taken. Alucard tried to go after her to no avail, for he was quickly kicked into the river beneath them.

Frustration boils within the dhampir's blood as he emerges from the water, coming to a stand and taking a few steps away from the river's edge before pushing back wet white locks with one hand. A scowl scrunches onto a usually calm expression as he strides to regroup with Richter and Annette. The young revolutionaries hurriedly make their way to Alucard, and once meeting with him again, Richter is more than ready to start planning their next moves. "So, what do we do now?" The boy asks.

After hundreds of years of dealing with Belmonts' bad decisions, Alucard's patience has grown thin, so he's quick to snap at Richter, turning to face him with fangs bared and brows furrowed, "This would not have happened, Richter Belmont, if you hadn't told them where we were going."

The brunette's lip pokes out into a guilty pout after receiving this scolding, and Annette is quick to come to his defense, "It wouldn't take a sorcerer to predict we were going to Paris, Alucard. And we thought that Drolta was dead. We thought you'd killed her."

The dhampir's expression has calmed from its hostility rather quickly, and his eyes close while he lets out a sigh. Boots clacking upon the opposing side of the pavement interrupts Alucard's attempt to voice a new plan. All attention diverts toward the sound, in preparation for a fight, but the trio's shoulders relax once they see the source.

You. Alucard had introduced you to the group shortly after his arrival, knowing that you would be willing to help in any capacity that you were required. Seeing as you are a dhampir too, he believed that there was no harm in having more supernatural strength on their side.

Before the trio left for Paris, you agreed to watch Maria while they were gone. Only a few days had passed when you felt something pulling you out of Machecoul. It was an unexplainable feeling, all you knew was that you had to go. You informed Juste of what you were sensing, and he permitted you to pursue this calling, in trust of a reason behind your motivation. So, you began your journey, and apparently arrived just in time.

The three stare at you in wonder as you approach, like they couldn't believe their eyes. Alucard is first to speak up with asking, "What are you doing here?"

When your feet finally come to a stop, you lean over and lay your hands on your knees wearily. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath you take, eyes flickering from the floor to everyone else multiple times. You don't know how long you'd been running for, but you're glad that you got there when you did. "I felt like you needed my help," You explain, "So, I came."

"You're supposed to be with Maria." Alucard reminds you, agitation resurfacing in his tone.

"Juste said he could handle it." You insist.

"You left Juste, who admitted that he didn't know how to deal with teenage girls, with a teenage girl?" Alucard emphasizes, fangs poking out of the frown on his face.

"Fighting is pointless right now. We have more important things to worry about," Annette redirects.

Finally, you stand up straight and tilt your head up to the sky to take a breath. You look back at the group, resting your hands on your hips. "Annette is right. I'm here, that can't be changed, so let's move on."

For the first time in almost over a week, your eyes meet Richter's. He looks completely bewildered, lips curled up into a grin and bright blue eyes sparkling with joy. You didn't know each other for very long at all, so most of what you know about Richter has come from Maria. The girl most commonly describes Richter as an ungrateful wanker, often recounting memories of when he acted impulsively by jumping into fights that he couldn't have finished alone. Many of these stories ended with Maria saving him, and while she did enjoy embarrassing Richter, you knew that she admired him deep-down; She wouldn't say it aloud, but she didn't have to.

Based on the time that you were able to personally spend with Richter, you could tell that he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Carrying the Belmont name was no easy task, but being an older brother holds just as much weight. There was a lot of tension between Richter and Maria after her mother was turned, and it was evident to you that Richter blamed himself for that. Tera made the decision on her own accord to sacrifice herself to Erzsebet, he knows that, but Belmonts have always been protectors. He has fought a generous amount of vampires throughout his lifetime, and Erzsebet was the one enemy that he couldn't defeat. He believes it to be his failure, and it was a great price to pay.

Something else that you learned about Richter is that when things are looking dark, he tries to make light of it. Humor is his way out of despair, so when he was brooding by himself and you came to sit with him, he would crack a joke. You came to admire this about him rather quickly, and it became something for the two of you to bond over. You would go back and forth to try to make him feel better about their current circumstances, and when he walked away, he was able to do so with a smile. Both of you felt a little lighter after that.

You took turns listening to each other talk about your lives, and what got you to where you were. Richter spoke of his mother, and a few memories that he shared with her, and you spoke of your experiences living in this world as a dhampir. Richter gave you his undevoted attention when you talked about what things were like for you growing up and now. When he got the chance to listen to you, with everything that you shared with him, he became all the more awestruck. He had never met a dhampir before you or Alucard, so he was interested in learning about how different your histories' were. Unlike many in your past, Richter appreciated the diversity between you and was eager to learn more.

You don't consider Richter to be someone you're particularly close with yet, but you do believe that there is potential for something beautiful to grow between you. The expression on his face tells you that he feels similarly, God does he. While traveling alongside Alucard and Annette, Alucard often told stories of you and the many adventures that you had together. Learning about you through him only made Richter want to know more, to speak with you personally and listen to any tale you wished to tell. Admittedly, he was a little disappointed when you agreed to stay in Machecoul with Maria, but he knew it was for the better. You're magnetizing to him in a way that he can't explain, and here you are, standing in front of him.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Richter leaps forward to wrap his arms around you. Your eyes widen at the sudden embrace and you remain still, unprepared for the contact but not willing to reject it. Strong, light arms encase you closely around your neck to his body, and he swears that you slot perfectly against him. Today marks the first day in history where a Belmont has prayed, because Richter is pleading to whatever will listen that he doesn't have to let you go. Would you have felt this way in his arms if he had held you sooner?

Alucard and Annette find themselves just as shocked as you are. They have noticed the softness that swims within his eyes when Richter hears or speaks of you, but they wouldn't have expected for him to spring to you like this. Fond smiles and knowing gazes quickly overtake their features while they watch you stand still as stone, dumbfounded. Your arms slowly raise to hover over Richter's back before they slowly rest there. The only words you can manage to say come out in a soft mutter, as your eyes slide to look at the boy hugging you so tightly, "Hey, Richter.."

A deep inhale sounds from Richter's nostrils as he breathes you in. Words could not describe the feedback that his senses received, but it's so uniquely you. In his mind, it is solidified that you are truly here, and he couldn't want you anywhere else. He wonders if you are always this warm, or if it is just the armor you adorn yourself in. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, a relieved sigh breathing onto your skin as he mumbles, "I'm so happy to see you."

Of all people, you would not have expected for Richter Belmont to display such a sentiment. It is far from unwelcome, though, as you find yourself able to relax in his arms. The tension in your shoulders slowly unwinds with the rest of the muscles in your body coming in-tide. Your eyes close as you nuzzle into his shoulder, savoring the connection that you have with Richter while you have it. He feels just as warm as you are, comfortably so, and you realize that you're asking yourself when the last time you felt so safe was. As you inhale, the aroma of familiar forests and a light hint of sweat greets your senses. You find it calming, giving you all the more reason to melt in his embrace. "Yeah..I'm happy to see you too," You agree tenderly.

You are permitted a few seconds longer to cherish this moment. You wish that it could last forever, but you know that there are other pressing matters at hand. You both seemed to forget that, for you collectively jump when Annette pipes up with, "Are you two done cuddling now, so that we can focus?"

Wide-eyed with rosy cheeks, you and Richter regrettably pry yourselves away from each other to face Alucard and Annette. You both nervously glance in opposite directions towards the floor, your hands fold in front of your body while Richter rubs the back of his neck awkwardly with the opposite on his hip. Annette shakes her head lightheartedly at the two of you while Alucard just smiles, starting to walk away as he gives you all instructions, "You three look for nests of vampires. When Erzsebet's army attacks, we don't want another front opening up into the city."

You all nod, which licenses Alucard to promptly make his getaway. There is a newly found trio now with you, Annette and Richter, and you all dash into the city to begin your search. In your rush, Annette turns her eyes to you and admits, "It is good to have you back."

You look back at her, and a smile blesses your lips. "Thanks. It's good to see you guys too."

"How is everyone back in Machecoul?" Richter asks, brows furrowed with worry.

You shrug and cast your eyes ahead. "Ah, they're coping. I'll tell you more later. For now, let's get to work."

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request cuddling headcanons for Castlevania : Nocturne Olrox, and Ritcher please?

Olrox

Not the biggest cuddler. He has to really be in the mood for it; and since he is moody this is rare. If his partner insists, or they are just laying together after the throes of passion hopefully too tired & spent to move, Orlox will “suffer” through it. He needs to be the big spoon in any cuddle situation though. He does not wish to be held.

Ritcher

Oh boy....I don't think you're ready for thr level of need this boy will have for cuddling. Ritcher would want to be holding his partner all the time. Or at least touching. He honestly prefers cuddling more to sex. It feels more intimate, more connected, and certainly less awkward. If denied cuddles (by their mission, sleeping arrangements, or an argument) he will pout and be almost impossibly snarky until this is fixed. Has no opinion on if he is the big or little spoon, just wants cuddles.

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝑃ℛℰ𝒮ℰℛ𝒱ℰ!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ the belmont family has endured for centuries, and it’s now up to richter to keep it going strong. there’s only one way to ensure the expansion of his bloodline, and it’s simple; knocking you up.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 6k+ words of . . . ) richter belmont x fem!reader, canon-divergent, set in the 18th century (1700s), nsfw/smut, porn with very little plot, established relationship, size difference, nipple play, handjob, panty-ripping, p-in-v, heavy breeding kink, many mentions of pregnancy, missionary, tummy bulge, lotus position, creampies, richie’s a bit cocky (when is he not!), use of pet names (e.g. darling, love, good girl, rich, richie . . .), richter calls reader a ‘ cockslut ’ once, explicit language, lowercase intended, black coded, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ after binging castlevania (nocturne), i instantly fell for that gorgeous man richter & his baby blue eyes ><  he’s got a sharp mouth, a pretty face, and nice biceps– of course i’m in love with him! i just had to whip up somethin’ for my favorite belmont (dunno why, but i heavily believe their clan is crazy about breeding hmm) this was supposed to be an itty bitty drabble, but it ended up much longer than i thought it’d be . . . and might i warn you that this is mostly just sappy, nasty filth. now, please enjoy this smutty piece of work for richie! ❤︎

richter has made the renard household your favorite place on earth. more specifically, you’re fond of his homey bedroom. it’s got this olde charm to it, and a wide glass window with french-pinewood framing; one that offers a pleasant view of the grassy fields and neighboring stream that surround the cottage. 

over anything else, his bed is surely the best part of it all. there’s a fluffy duvet in that dusty-blue color he likes, one so large that it covers his long legs even when they tangle between yours. the quilted mattress has just the right amount of space for two lovers, and is comfy enough to keep you warm throughout the night, considering the chance you might stay over. 

though, there is a downside, as nothing can be perfect— it creaks far too much when he fucks you. 

it’s not often that the both of you can make good use of that bed of his, especially when the noise makes things terribly obvious. you wouldn’t dare attempt anything improper in richter’s room with his adoptive family just a brief set of steps away. 

there's a time for everything, but not that he cares. you try paying no mind to richter’s lingering touches along your waist, and how he mischievously dives underneath your bottoms to grab at the fat of your ass with a wicked grin; all as his aunt tera boils porridge and beans by the stovetop downstairs. you’re sure he finds joy in the risk, or more in provoking you. 

it’s only when the house is empty, apart from you and richter and nothing else, that you can have your fun. like now, for instance. it’s out of pure luck that tera decided to pay a visit to the farmer’s market, and for maria to tag along with her mother as well. they mentioned something about wanting to buy the best of what the early-autumn harvest had to offer, with the meats being juiciest and the produce fresher than it’s been all year. 

you believe that’s why richter’s got so much stamina— the plenty of food he’s been scarfing down lately. or, possibly, it could just be him . . . nothing but him, and his unexplainable belmont genes that make him fucking superhuman. he swears he’s normal, but the way he picks you up with such ease as soon as his family steps out the door can only be deemed as unnatural. 

he's quick to sweep you off your feet, in the most abrupt way he can, of course. richter grins over the way you squeal as he whisks you past the kitchen, ‘round the table, and down the corridor. his hands work at keeping you upright, palms firmly planted under your thighs. he carries your weight like that of a feather and doesn't break a sweat. but considering where he’s headed, straight to his bedroom, that’ll soon change. 

“don’t go getting all surprised on me,” richter voices a lighthearted whisper. he kisses the part of your neck that he can manage to reach from above the collar of your blouse, “you know what we do once we have the place to ourselves.” 

“you snatched me off the ground without notice, i’ve all the right to be surprised— ohmygod, richter!” you sputter out a laugh, with his mouth on your flesh being so ticklish. you can feel his lips curving upwards, taking the shape of a smile. your arms fling around the back of his neck like second nature, fingers carding through his fluffy brunette hair. with zero patience, as always, richter kicks the door in with the shallow heel of his leather thigh-boot, slips into the room with you still in his arms, and shuts it closed by pressing you up against it. 

he was right about one thing— once tera and maria leave, this is exactly how it goes. clothes are torn off with haste (mostly on richter’s end, as you could imagine), heated kisses are exchanged, and he spits the nastiest words with that sharp mouth of his in order  to get you all worked up. the night sky and moonshine from the window gives his room this subtle tone of blue, but he makes you feel red-hot. 

richter keeps you right where he wants you; held up by his unfiltered strength, with your back to the door. one moment, he’s drawing closer to you, raking over every detail of your face with nothing but admiration swirling in his eyes. by the next, his lips are moving languidly against yours, slightly unruly yet undeniably passionate. you wouldn’t dare admit how much of a damn good kisser he is. the man’s ego would fucking skyrocket.

though, you really don’t have to tell him anything. the way you reciprocate his affection says it all. he breaks away for a sparing moment, but not before bringing his tongue across your bottom lip in one playful swipe. it’s light, teasing, and completely of his nature.

“i can see it in your eyes, y’know.” richter chuckles at how you lean forward to chase after the warmth of his lips again. he brings you to your feet so he can slip off his fingerless gloves and undo any harnesses. he then crouches a bit to unzip his boots. 

“see what?” you airily huff, haphazardly undoing button by button on your blouse until it’s completely open. similarly, he begins to make quick work of his top. you enjoy the flexure of his biceps as he pulls them out from the sleeves of his cerulean blue blazer-vest that he drops once free of, allowing it to scatter to the ground. you catch onto its emblem; the belmont crest, neatly embroidered upon the breast-pocket. 

“how much you want this,” richter peers down at you, eyes gleaming the prettiest tint of blue. “it’s cute, how obvious you are.” his upper half is bare, and the smooth canvas of his chest is all can focus on while he closes in on you. you’re trapped between the sturdy door and his heated body, and you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. 

“you’re practically salivating over the thought of getting fucked, yeah? bet you wouldn’t mind if i took you right here.” he grins as he says it, staring unashamedly at how cleavage pools from your brassiere. richter creeps a finger underneath the strap, tugs it down and does the same with the other, dipping his head low to pepper your bare shoulder with feather-light pecks. before long, the bra’s at your feet. 

“hm, but you’re no different,” you manage out, reveling in the warm lashing of his tongue against your nipple. it buds up the more he suckles at it.

“really, now?” he eventually parts from your breasts and rises back up to his full imposing height, carrying that faint smirk he forever wears. he looks so adorable this way— cheeks pink, lips spit-streaked. richter takes hold of your bottoms from either side of you, and swiftly brings them down with what you could only call pure impatience. 

“yes, really. you’re just as desperate,” you counter him, reaching low to prove it. your palm grazes his bulge, and you give a few thorough squeezes; the kind that makes his mouth drop open. 

“look at you, almost bursting out of your pants,” you quietly giggle, gazing up at him through the wisps of your lashes. richter wonders how you make such light fun while using your touch to undo him all at once. his breathing quickens, and it gets just a little heavier with your every attempt to caress his throbbing cock through his trousers. “seems like you need it more than i do, doesn’t it?” 

“oh, fuck me . . .” richter whines, settling his head into the slope of your shoulder. your touch leaves him, just for a moment, to rid him of those restrictive pants. his cock springs free from its confines and bobs under its own weight. he’s got more length than girth; a good six or seven in size, with two thick veins running along the underside of him. the faint-pink tip prods at your thigh, staining your skin with precum. 

he bucks against you hungrily, fingertips digging into the seams of your panties. you think you can hear them splintering apart. in the heat of things, he always winds up tearing your good underwear. 

richter could ease into this moment and let your hand work him senseless, but there comes a time where he decides to end the charade. there’s also no knowing when his aunt and sister will return. he wants to make the most out of the unpromised time you have. 

and so, he cuts your fun short with a mere rasp, “i’m through messing around with you. get on the fucking bed.” 

no malice is found in his words; it’s just the height of his lust. you’d do as told, but richter’s already taking action into his own hands. with two, three— no, four steps, he’s standing at the bedside and splaying you across it. he snags off the remaining of your torn panties, left to suggestively decorate his floor. now, in all your naked glory, you’re bare and ready for him. 

richter crawls over to you and kneels from above where you lay, situated closely between your legs. your thighs cushion either side of his lean hips. he leans down occasionally whenever you plead for a kiss, or wish to thread your fingers through his brown tousled hair. it now looks just a bit wilder than usual. 

“c’mon— open, darling.” he hints at your legs, smoothing his warm palms down from your calves to your thighs. ever the compliant girlfriend, you part them nice and wide for his viewing pleasure. your cunt’s glossy and wet, clenching around nothing but the intangible air around. 

‘oh, how pretty,’ he breathlessly murmurs, dragging two fingers across the expanse of your body. down, down, down, until they’re tracing along your slit. your dripping hole puckers against the pads of his index and middle, and you whimper when he threatens to push two inside. 

“this wet, yet i’ve hardly done a thing,” his voice is ever boastful, “are you sure i’m the desperate one?” both fingers are suddenly replaced with his stiff erection, and he uses the precum-stained tip to catch onto your clit, resting warm and heavy against it. to that, you release a little ‘mm,’ and he taps against your puffy bud with the head of his cock— stopping once your hips start bucking for more. 

“god, you just love to torment me . . . ” you huff out, vexation getting the best of you. “torment you? oh, never.” richter taunts, slotting himself between your puffy folds. he steers the way he glides against you by keeping a thumb at the base. “i just like to watch you squirm, is all.” 

you know how to pry what you want out of him; a little bit of begging here, a small ounce of praise there. you lift your hips to grind against the underside of him, emitting soft moans whenever he rubs against your swollen clit just right, “richter, please. i really need your cock . . .”  

“oh, baby,” he bites at his lower lip, giving in just as you expected of him. “i love it when you ask nicely.” in one fluid motion, he fits himself past the fleshy ring of your entrance and slips right inside. noise falls from you both; you’re gasping at the steady push, doing your best to accommodate every given inch, and richter’s letting small groans escape him, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips. 

“always so fucking . . . tight,” he emits a shuddered breath, dropping his head to watch himself bottom out deep enough for his balls to nestle snugly against your ass-cheeks. you’re well connected now, to the point where his own pelvis has become sticky with your arousal. chestnut fringes drop into his view, and he sweeps his hair back with one hand threading through it. 

“you’re taking it all so well this time,” he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a subtle grin playing on his lips. “such a good girl for me.” the connection between you two pulsates. he starts to build a delicious rhythm— drawing out for just a second, and pushing back in by the next. he watches you melt beneath him, your eyes sealed shut and mouth agape. a tangly string of moans tumble from your plush lips. richter’s no composer by any means, but the sounds he pulled from you is nothing short of beautiful music. 

he’s without resignation tonight, and you notice his intensity when handling you. those naughty hands of his cup and squeeze and rub, his thrusts are fast, and you're sure that the resounding ‘smack!’ of skin-upon-skin can be heard from outside the window with how loud it’s become.  

richter’s got your wrists bound above your head using the grip of only one firm hand, while he uses the other to keep your leg perched over his broad shoulder. his cock pushes deeper inside whenever he rolls his hips into your own, and your toes curl against the sheets with every stroke. when ramming in, his breath goes shaky at the sight of your body lurching, and pulling out makes his eyes roll back with how hard you’re clamping down on him, practically begging him to stay. 

you’re soon to unravel, and you can tell he is too. his thighs begin to tremble, and his pace is less timely. nearing ecstasy, you already know what richter’s bound to ask you: 

“where do you want me?” 

without fail, he poses the same question by the near end of every session. and each time, you opt for the safe route, even though you secretly wish for more. your answer mostly varies on whatever position he’s got you manhandled in. bashfully, you’ll instruct him to cum over your ass if he has you bent over, or your tits if he’s been ogling them the whole night. sometimes, you’ll even let him decorate your pretty face with his seed— now that drives him mad, so much so that you always go another round or two afterwards. 

but your true desire is, by far, much filthier than the rest. you’re nowhere near daring enough to plainly admit that you want his cum inside of you. as in, womb-filling placement. pregnancy-inducing, even. 

though, something’s come over you tonight. you think richter’s finally ‘fucked you stupid’ the way he always cockily threatens to. or, maybe having him settled within you just feels too good to give up so soon. you don’t want him pulling out this time, you determine. what you need is for him to stay right where he is, to keep you stuffed whole with his warm love. all you want is for him to do it— 

“inside,” is your breathless cry; a risky plea of the very thing he spends lone nights getting himself off to the thought of. richter isn't sure he heard you right— no, it must be a cruel figment of his perverse imagination. a bead of sweat's caught along his raised brow, those blue eyes of his carry a hooded glow, and his face, bearing a cutely furrowed look, grows pinker than before. 

“what?” 

“oh, god,” you whine, face gone hot. “richter, i . . .” the words melt off your tongue and fizzle into nothing. 

“you . . ?” he plays around your hesitance, drawing out the word with some light goading. you sigh rather than responding, and it’s a dramatic one, because does he really have to make you repeat yourself? richter gazes down at you expectantly as he slows his movements, finding purchase on your waist to come to an unsteady pause. his fingers drum along your sides, awaiting more clarity. 

your voice is small when you manage to confess, “ . . . i want you to cum inside of me.”

you think you can see the very moment that he fucking breaks. it’s like his resolve’s a porcelain vase, oh so delicate, and you’ve just pushed it to the floor and cracked it into a million tiny pieces. he releases this low groan, one that makes your pussy flutter at the sound of it. you can feel how rapidly his cock throbs from within you. you’re sure he’s about to paint them white. 

“shit . . . you don’t mean that.” 

“i do, rich. i want this.” 

you blink up at him, pleading with glassy eyes and the very pout that makes his heart throb. god, he wants to kiss you so messily right now. and that he does— closing in to slot his lips against yours, working his tongue down your mouth, and separating with a distinct pop! you moan against richter’s lips as his clutch on your waist intensifies. 

“you’ve gone ahead and finally drove me fucking crazy,” he thickly swallows, “you don’t know what you’ve just done to me, do you?” richter takes hold on both sides of your face, painless but firm. you mumble aloud what sounds like his name. he can’t be sure, as you’re muffled from the way his grasp is making your cheeks puff out. 

“oh, darling, you don’t.” richter seethes, knowing how you like it when he gets a little mean, “because if you did, you’d know that spewing that kind of shit will make me fuck you like a senseless animal,” his toned body is hunched over yours, eliminating any space there once was between you, “that i’d fill up this greedy little cunt until you’re overflowing with my cum,” his octave drops, tone dangerous, “that i wouldn’t be able to stop until we’ve both passed out on this goddamn bed.” 

“mmph, rich . . .” you weakly attempt, whining through your lips that he keeps pursed between his thumb and index that press into the fat of your cheeks. 

“what was that, love? you wanna be stuffed with my cum?” his tone is a mocking one, but you dumbly nod anyway. he mirrors the rocking motion of your head, amused with your desperation, “fuck yeah, you do. can feel you getting wetter at the thought of it.” 

you haven’t got it in you to feed into that typical banter with your boyfriend. you only want him to do just as he said and ‘fill you up.’ you're pawing at his bicep with one hand, and the other one clasps over the wrist of the hand he’s using to squish at your face. ‘want it,’ you start, fingers skimming across his arm, ‘so badly, rich!’ 

“fine, then. you’re such a needy thing,” he gives in, figuring you’ve endured just about enough of his teasing. richter holds himself by the base, and pulls back to trace your gaping hole with his cockhead. 

“you asked for this,” he pants out, “to be fucking bred.” 

just as before, his entrance is a smooth one; even if your grip on him is so taut that he can barely manage to move. you’re moaning again, aimlessly circling your hips in an attempt to match his movement. 

patterns repeat themselves— like richter’s desperation that always manifests itself through harsh rutting. his mind goes blank every time he’s encompassed by your sweet, warm pussy. he aches for it, for you, as though he wasn’t just indulging. he was this close to release just minutes ago. the sensitivity is still there, you notice from how his tip pulses from within you. he’s been holding out on himself, trying to make this count. 

richter dedicates the next several minutes to flipping and folding you into at least two different positions, bodies merging with a zealous haste. as always, the bed creaks and whines with every pivoted motion made upon it. nobody else is here to complain about it, so the noise is ignored rather than worried over. after all, there’s something gratifying about the sex being hard and thorough. 

there’s more fervor behind his loving this time, and it’s because he’s got the end in mind. yes, the finishing is what he anticipates; once he can finally, finally pump you full of all the cum he has to offer. and maybe— no, definitely, he’ll have you knocked up after it’s done.  

the prospect excites him more than it should; giving you a little bright-eyed belmont. richter’s always seen replenishing the sacred bloodline as a responsibility that only he alone holds. the very last one, he is. who else apart from him could return their clan to its original glory? 

a good amount of years ago, as richter can’t bring himself to remember a particular number, his mother would present him with countless tales of their infamous family. how they’d slay monsters of the night with the utmost ease, gifted with holy tools and magic of old passed down throughout the centuries. he wouldn’t like to admit how much it’s gotten to his head; or moreso, how important he sees it to expand the family tree. 

god willing, the pair of you will have babies, lots of babies, and mark the start of a new generation of vampyre slayers. it already helps that he loves to fuck you at any given chance. breeding you had always been lingering at the back of his mind, even back when the pair of you first coupled over ten months back . . . but he never really thought so deeply about it until you confessed your deep desire, and forced him to come to terms with his own. 

“thinkin’ of you pregnant,” he reveals, voice honest and vulnerable, “god, what a beautiful sight. my woman, all round and full with my love . . . ” 

“mm, that sounds— possessive,” you breathe out, body steadily rocking at the pace that richter’s set. you’re cracking your eyes open and sparing him a glance, just to see that he’s already staring back down at you. like you’re his everything, it seems. that twinkle in his eye is reserved for you only, and it makes you throb with want. 

“oh, i’m sure it does.” he doesn’t bring himself to deny it. he wants you marked by him in every possible way. for anyone to take a glance at your rounding belly months from now and just know that he touched you thoroughly and fucked you right. 

“but you should understand just how fortunate you are, baby,” he coos, “do you know how many bitches would kill for this seed you’re getting tonight? hm?” richter drones on, “you even sure you deserve it?” 

he knows full well that you do. if there’s any woman on god’s green earth that he wants to give all his love to, it’s indisputably you. he’s simply rousing you up, making you ‘earn’ it. the man likes to tease, and you can’t help but enjoy being on the receiving end. 

“well . . . you’re planning to give it to me, aren’t you?” even with him wrecking you, body sore and hair disarray, you're still able to check him. “i am,” he sighs, “and you’re gonna feel it all the way in here,” a large palm of his splays across your abdomen. from over your tummy, he feels the outline of his own cock, pressing in and sliding out before ramming it’s way back in again, courtesy of his rolling hips. 

it spurs him on to see that he doubles you in size, so much so that his dick leaves a bulge. richter bets that he’s stretching out your cunt in the nicest way— just look at how you’re taking it with hazy eyes and quivering legs. no wonder you want his cum so badly; because who else throughout all of goddamn machecoul could give you such good orgasms? which other man could possibly fill you up with such valuable seed? 

“i swear, m’gonna give you a baby,” is richter’s shaky promise, moaning throughout, and his cock throbs twice in a row. he’ll make you a carrier of the next generation of belmonts, he swears it. and oh, is he sure you’ll be an amazing mother. the thought makes his head buzz. he vividly pictures you, tender and swollen in the tummy and breasts, waddling around cutely due to carrying his very own child. he could cum just by thinking about it too hard . . . 

and he does.

“oh, god, i’m gonna— oh, fuck!” his balls constrict, his pelvis becomes tightly-strung, and before he knows it, he’s emptying his thick load inside of you. 

“yes, rich . . . give it to me,” you softly purr, allowing him to ease his weight onto you as he shudders from the high and his limbs go weak. from where he has his face smushed against your cushiony chest, he bites at your left breast while cumming some more. it spurts out in hot streams, accompanied by the twitching of his sensitive dick. he lazily humps against you, and a bit of semen seeps past your cunt, trickles down the length of him, and pours out onto the sheets beneath. you knew it’d be satiating to be filled to the brim. 

he feels like he could fall asleep right here atop of you. even with his head’s swimming in a thick cloud of lust, and though the aftermath of his climax lingers, he’s still able to deliver slow rubs to your little bud.

“hope you’re ready for another,” he reaches down between you and swiping his graceful fingers across it, “because we aren’t fucking done yet.”

you hardly get a chance to bask in how nicely he’s loaded your womb, or the delightful tingle he brings when playing with your clit. richter, always a step ahead, uses his small bit of remaining energy to sit upwards with his back to the bedpost, and hauls you onto him so that you’re straddled over him just the way he likes. he gets the best view of your jiggling boobs this way.

“of course you still have it in you,” you lightly laugh. given his endurance, richter’s usually able to maximize his stamina through plenty of rounds. “i also wouldn’t mind being filled a second time . . .” you set your forehead to rest against his, bringing up a hand to swipe hair away from his gorgeous eyes, “i liked it.”

“and i loved it,” he’s quick to admit, “should’ve been finishing inside you long before now.”

you smile over his comment and wiggle your ass over his semi hard-on, growing stiffer with every sway of your breasts in his face. his hands are busy holding you from either side, so you go out of your way to stroke along his cum-dirtied cock, white dripping alongside it. he groans at your touch as you help him in finding your entrance. your mouth falls open when sinking down on him, and he rushes to lick and suck at your lips. for the third time tonight, he makes himself at home in your inviting cunt. 

and so, it begins again; his ceaseless tempo. your partner's grasp is hot and strong, pulling you off and slamming you back down onto him however he pleases. you cry out for more, and he’s capable of giving it to you, so he does. richter pistons up into you— out, in, out, in, molding you to shape the very curve of his veined cock. blush colored a fiery pink scatters his face from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears. 

“again, richter,” you gasp out, “cum inside me again . . !” oh, just look at that. now he’s built you a rotten little addiction. from here on out, you’ll probably always be left craving the fulfillment gained from him dumping his load into your pussy. personally, he doesn’t mind sating you. if it eases your mind and satisfies your heart, of course. after all, he’s surely developed a new kink of his own after tonight.  

“oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you, cockslut?” his fingers dip between your bodies to slide against your clit once more, “to let me impregnate you again, and again, and again . . .” he punctuates his sharp words with the lurch of his sturdy hips, knocking up into you until you’re jolting in his lap, breasts bouncing against his solid chest. 

he doesn’t mean to come across in an offish way, or sound so mean. it’s just that when he gets like this, with your warm body so pliant at his fingertips, his mouth just tends to . . . run. more than usual, he supposes. the belmont just says whatever comes to mind, no matter how vulgar. 

richter’s bright blue eyes follow the motion of your tits with every thrust. he slams in, hips pressed to you as close as it can get. he’s burrowed into you so deeply that his curly patch of dark pubes friction against your bundle of nerves. he’s twitching at the underside for every time your velvety walls suck him in further. you’re trying to milk him fucking dry, he believes. 

there’s only so much stimulation that the pair of you can take in one night alone. 

‘goddammit’ he grits out. before long, richter’s fucking you full of another stream of cum. his orgasm, hot and blinding, triggers your own; you’re creaming all over him, wetting his cock with the juices you squirt out. you’re sobbing out his name and shaking in his lap, so he holds you. a secure hand of his comes up and cradles your head to his chest, stroking your hair and calming your spent body, even as the orgasmic waves rush through you. 

a silence comes over his quaint little room, where the ambience was once intense with the steamy air of sex. a chill autumn breeze blows its way through the cracked-open window, cooling your sweat-sheen skin. his dusty-blue sheets are stained with all kinds of suggestive white fluids, and the bed has stopped making all that noise. 

you’re still placed over his thighs in the same straddling stance, one you both feel much too tired to get out of. he tries at maneuvering so he can lie on his back, with you motionlessly laid over him. your breathing is soft and winded, but your heart’s beating fast. he can feel it, with the way your chest is pressed to his own in this position. 

richter eventually slips out, and you whine once he leaves you. he peers down and groans at the spillage of his potent cum, pearly and warm, dripping from your messy little cunt in thick globs. ‘christ,’ he thinks, ‘it’s so fucking much.’  

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and it stirs you from the sleep you were just about to fall into. “what do you say to me, darling?” 

“hmm . . what?” after all those rounds, you’re not here mentally, and he knows it— he’s why. but with the light smirk his lips hold, you’re finally able to get it. he’s waiting for a: 

“t—thank you,” you murmur out, and he tsks.

“oh, c’mon, be specific. thank you for what?” 

he's simply insufferable. oh, but you love the man, so you'll let him have his way, just for tonight.

“thank you for . . giving me your cum, richter . . .”

he hums in what appears to be satisfaction. it sounds like the prettiest set of words when falling from your lips. he’d fuck you again if the both of you weren’t completely spent. 

richter brings a hand to support the back of his head, propping it up a little higher than the pillows can. you snuggle into him, face nuzzling against the firm comfort of his chest, and he throws his arm over your waist, feeling at the plush skin there with a wandering touch. 

his palm slides a bit further down, now planted gently against your stomach. it’ll start to grow in a little while, and get real big and plump with your baby fostering inside. maybe they’ll have your nose and complexion, with his eyes and attitude . . . he lets a grin overtake his lips, feeling more than accomplished. 

“you’re a lucky fucking woman,” richter coos, hand lovingly rubbing over your tummy, “you’re gonna be carryin’ belmont blood now.”

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[nineteenninety-six]

Hi!

I have a req - Richter fell in love with reader (female) who is a Vampire

They’re pretty distance at first but then they start to like eachother 👉👈😮‍💨

Also sorry for my bad english…

AN: I don’t think this is exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoy it. Also, I forgot how much I hate tumblr’s formatting.

Word Count: 1600+

You had been a freshly turned vampire when you met Alucard.

A rouge vampire had turned you and abandoned you and it was only because of pure luck and maybe a little bit of fate, had Alucard stumbled upon you and taken you underneath his wing, teaching you and helping you cling onto the remnants of the humanity you had left and since then, you had remained by his side, travelling the continents, he dragged you along to every adventure he got in to for the past two hundred years.

Now you were in France, camping out in the ruins of an old building, or rather you were hiding in the quickly diminishing shaded areas, calculating how long you had left until you were forced to hide in the nearby forest as the sun rose from its forced eclipse.

“Why not keep the world in darkness forever and destroy it all at once? She must have exhausted her power.” Annette spoke as she stood up, “We should attack again now, while she’s weak”

“She’s not weak.” Alucard approaches the group, “I’m sorry we didn’t get you sooner, who did you lose?”

“Her mother…though she is not exactly dead” Richter informs them.

“I’m sorry, I know how she feels”

Alucard turned to where you were hiding and glanced up at the sun, a silent warning that your time was rapidly running out and you nodded at him, standing up from your crouched position.

“I’ll stay nearby” You inform him, head motioning towards the woods just beside the ruins they were camping out in, “Keep me updated.”

Alucard nods and watches after you as you speed off to the safety of the darkness and shade.

Richter is also watching after you, his blue eyes trailing after your blurring figure before you completely disappear.

He had been curious about you since you and Alucuard had saved them hours beforehand, something about you was compelling to him and he wasn’t sure why. He’s come across many vampires before but you were the first one who actually saved him and not tried to kill him, plus you were also stunningly beautiful.

Ritcher was brought back to reality after Alucard turned around to face the group and found him still staring after you, a small smirk on his face before he began to tell them of their journey to Egypt.

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You sat up against one of the many trees around you, bored out of your mind as you were unable to do anything whilst the sun was up. Usually you sleep the day away or read but now you’ll have to wait until the sun sets before you can set off to Paris with Alucard and Richter if Alucard manages to convince him.

The sound of distant footsteps makes you perk up, they’re nervous, unsure and so you’re only half surprised when Richter stumbles into the clearing minutes later.

He flushes a bright red when he realises that you were already watching and expecting him, and he clears his throat nervously before he speaks up,

“Are you also going to Paris?” Richter asks.

“I am” You nod as you stand up, “Wherever Alucard goes, I go.”

“So you’re quite close to him then?” Richter asks, curious about the dynamic between the two vampires.

“Alucard saved me when I was turned. I’ve been by his side for two hundred years.” You reminisce, “I’ll follow him to the end of the world if I have to.”

Richter looks shocked at your statement causing you to let out a soft laugh.

“I guess our relationship is like yours and Maria’s…siblings almost but Alucard saved me from a certain death and for that, I’ll always be by his side, loyal to the end” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The sun had once again set and you were free to leave your temporary prison of the forest and leave with the group towards Paris but not before they stopped by Juste’s cabin…which was currently up in flames.

Richter gasped and ran ahead, calling out for his grandfather and you ran after him whilst Alucard transformed into a wolf and Annette forged her weapons.

You looked around the area but it was quiet, no sign of vampire life other than the dead ones that were scattered around and you were pulled out of your concentration by Richter wading into the water, calling out his grandfather's name before he turns the body around and realises it’s a dead vampire.

The sound of tinkling brings everybody’s attention to where Juste stood, alive, contaminating the river.

“You normally interrupt someone when they’re taking their steed to water?” Juste asks, unhappy that he was disturbed.

You laugh at the face Richter makes as he realises what was happening before he exits the river as quickly as he can.

“Do you normally piss in the lake you drink from?” You ask, disgust lacing your words.

Juste calls out your and Alucard’s name in recognition before a frown settles over his features, “This doesn’t bode well”

“There was an eclipse” Juste states while crossing his arms.

“We know” Richter deadpans

“Fucking vampires everywhere. Never seen one before, an eclipse. But this one was magic anyway, wasn't it?” Juste turns to Alucard for answers.

“Erzsebet Bathory, the Vampire Messiah. She can turn day to night.” Alucard informs him.

“Oh. So, what will it take to kill her?” Juste asks the question that everyone wants to know the answer for.

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You sat with Alucard and Annette on some tree stumps as Richter and Juste have a private moment.

“Are all Belmonts like this?” Annette asks.

“Irritating? Oh, yes.”

Alucard’s response makes you laugh, as even though you don’t have a history with them like Alucard, the few you have met over the years did all seem to share the infamous Belmont trait.

“To be honest, it's years since I had much to do with them.” Alucard stands from where he sat, desperate to get going, “Richter, we need to go!”

“But if we can't stop Erzsebet, I'll need a Belmont to finish the job. Or a revolutionary witch, of course.” Alucard continues on with his conversation with Annette.

“What happens if we get to Paris, and the mummy doesn't hold any power, and it's just some old corpse that was stolen hundreds of years ago?” Annette asks.

“Then at least it's no use to Erzsebet either.”

You wait for Richter as he finishes saying goodbye to his grandfather before you both follow after Alucard and Annette.

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“The river will take us much of the way from here, we won't be stopping, so if you need provisions, get them now. Keep out of sight. For sure, we're being followed. I'm always being bloody followed.” Alucard instructs them.

“Will you turn the tables on them, surprise them and take them out with your flying sword thing?” Richter eagerly asks, excited to see Alucard in action taking over.

“I'm going to find a boat.” Alucard responds, his tone as flat as ever.

You and Annette stifle your laughter as Alucard stalks off.

Richter invites you to help him hunt, insisting that your vampire traits would make it easier as Annette picks mushrooms.

“So, how long have you been alive?” Richter asks, his hand going up to nervously scratch at his nape.

“Haven’t you heard it’s rude to ask a woman their age?” You tease him with a giggle.

Richter’s cheeks flame red as he quickly splutters to clarify what he means, causing you to laugh again before you reassure him.

“After the first hundred years, I lost track but if I were to guess, maybe two-hundred and twenty…give or take a few years”

“That’s…a long time” Richter is stunned as they come to a stop in a clearing.

You hum in agreement, “I have lived a long life, traveled to places and seen things that I could have never dreamed of before I was turned.”

“I would love to travel someday”

You step closer to Richter, “Maybe I’ll take you travelling, you know, once we’ve killed Erzebet and Drolta…if you want that is”

Richter’s head dips closer to yours as your hand comes to a rest on his arm,

“I’d like that…alot” Richter whispers.

You move to shift to your tiptoes when you hear distant footsteps heading your way, prompting you to step away from him.

He shoots you a confused look that is answered when Annette steps through with a basket filled with mushrooms.

“Caught any rabbits?” Annette asks with a smile, “Or did you get distracted?”

You flash her a grin, “I’ll leave you two to it, I don’t even need to eat, not really.”

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As Annette was in the spirit world, you got comfortable down into the basement of the building you were temporarily staying in but you weren’t alone for long as Richter soon joined you, sitting beside you as close as he possibly could without actually sitting on you.

“How is she doing?” You ask about Annette.

“Nothing has changed, but Alucard is keeping watch over her.”

Richter stutters as he tries to speak again, tripping over his words as a steady blush rises on his cheek.

“Can I kiss you Richter?” You ask, smile on your face as you get to the point.

“Oh, yes please.”

You shift up and pull him into a kiss, swallowing his soft gasps as you deepen the kiss. You only separate when Richter has to pull away to breathe.

“You know, Alucard gave me the encouragement to come down here” “Not enough encouragement to initiate the kiss I see” You tease, “Unfortunately, Alucard is a terrible bragger when he’s right.”

“Let him” Richter grins at you before he pulls you back into another kiss.

[cutoruncut]

richter belmont (please use his symphony of the night artwork not anything from the tv show)

[l0nelyb4t]

Richter bf headcanons :3

gender neutral !!

(he’s so cute in this scene im on the floor, rolling, crying, screaming im dying pls help HES SO CUTE)

*richter would be too shy to talk to you since he developed feelings for you

* he doesnt really know how feelings work so he talks to tera to discuss how they work

* after finiding out what to do with those feelings, he tries to get closer to you but that made his heart pound even more because of your presence

* one night, you ask why does he try to get away from you after a night of vampire hunting and his response was, “eehujhuh” only because you placed your hand on top of his

* he eventually confesses but it soon became a problem for him since yknow, he’s not used to romantic stuff

* he gets upset because he doesnt know how to be as affectionate with you like you do with him. he thinks its unfair but you comfort him

* he’s the happiest when you guys became official but since he struggles to show his affection, he hesitates when he wants to hold your hand or he’ll squeeze his eyes shut when he tries to kiss you ( he saw a couple kissing in public and he wanted to try kissing you since he hasn’t)

* he’ll get used to it and becomes more bold after some time (he’s a young fella he’s filled with energy :3 )

* after some time, he’s proud to show you affection anywhere and anytime and he can’t thank you enough for being patient with him so he attacks you with neck kisses (in a cutesy way not sexual,, unless 👀/hj)

* UGHHH i feel like richter loves neck kisses 😋 he likes giving and receiving :3

* PLEASE CUDDLE HIM EVERY NIGHT 💔 he finds cuddling comforting. he feels so safe in your arms that his nightmares vanished ever since you guys started cuddling

* the mornings will be a pain in the ass tho 😋 he’s not a morning person but when you try to get up to get ready, he’ll just cling onto your body and whine and whine until you get back into bed. he just wants you to hold him a little longer before you guys start your day 😔

(hhshdjsjs i tried my hardest 😞😞) i hope you guys enjoyed tho!! im not the best when it comes to writing but i do enjoy it !