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[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

For @water-blue 's request!! (Mb I lost the previous draft)

🪽Heart of compassion, loyalty🪽

Gender Neutral

Summary: You are Loud and boisterous, yet you are kind, caring and incredibly loyal. Sometimes you say things as a slip-up, but you've always apologized first, you were even willing to help those even if they're cruel, you were forgiving, willing to understand others, and even stand your ground if things were too much for you. Don't worry, no one is going to take your heart of gold for granted.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Scheonheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Genre: platonic or Romantic nothing rlly matters

Warning ⚠️: There might be angst (although not much), fluff, if you see a speck of romance then I'm srry it's just I'm still practicing for platonic readers!!), Gender neutral, OOC(?), use of "you" and "prefect", flashbacks and childhood talks, and the rest!! (Idk what to add anymore), slight cussy (on Leona's and Vil's part), no crack (unfortunately 😤), spoilers for overblots?? Idk if you guys want that, vague implications of Chuichide (Jamil's part),

A/n: I lost my other one :((( BUT ITS OKAYYY I CAN MAKE ANOTHER ONE :D

Riddle Rosehearts

Before overblot:

•At first he thought you were annoying, even after when you called out his rules, "unnecessary"...

•In what world was his superior rules unnecessary?

So when it was the unbirthday party event, Ace comes up with the tart, a chestnut tart, and had the audacity to apologize by breaking another rule? And THEN snapping at him? Telling him he's WRONG? a TYRANT? He almost lost it. Especially when you were backing up the troublemaker. What made you think you were in the right?

•Why, did your parents taught you magic? What good did YOUR family do? This wasn't fair, his rules are absolute! If he followed them to a T, like his mother had said. Then, there would be no way, at any universe would he fail. But, what was the point if he didn't get to see what he was hoping from his mom? What did any of it mean, if the rules were pointless? His mom? Making him suffer for the rules, but in the end it meant nothing? Why? Why did she do it? What reason? Why? If he suffered for nothing, what was his life meant to be? Why couldn't anyone save him? Why-

•"You've worn a shoe size too big for you, Riddle. But I'll help you find yourself."

•You..? Him...? Find, himself.

•He broke down, this wasn't supposed to happen, it shouldn't have. Yet, here he was, eyes pouring out unspoken feelings, it all hurt, it shouldn't have, but it did. Nothing hurts, until it did. But, he was hurting all this time, wasn't he? So, why do you know better than him? What was he so deserving of, from you?

•Until you offered him a hand. He had Trey, he had Che'nya, and most of all, his dormmates who he could've treated better than before.

•He just wanted to be guided the right way, where he could feel joy and decide on his own. Not someone controlling, it didn't feel right, it never did.

•He thought, that maybe, he could be saved and correct his errors. With everyone supporting him and staying by his side.

After overblot:

•He really admired how loyal you were, how kind you were, how you were willing to understand others, he truly did.

•You even stood up for him whenever trouble came up, it was never a bother, not anymore. He appreciated what you've given him, even apologizing after a slip of a tongue, never wavering. You were so upportive and caring to him and others, even those who doesn't deserve that kindness.

•Your wish for others to be happy with their lives gave him respect for you, even if they were cruel to you. You still reached out and never back down. And only stepping your foot down whenever someone tried to harm you or your loved ones, he couldn't ask for more. You, whose heart was made of gold and carved by the gods with so much love and care, he wondered how you managed in this world.

•From then on, he'll be the one to look after you next and give himself reminders, that he's a person and that matters. Not the extreme rules, not his etiquette, just him. It felt like him.

•He wishes to have the same strength as you, for you whose never shown weakness, sure. You have kindness, but it isn't really weak if it's your strongest trait. You've made connections with others and that's great. He wishes you for the best as he and the others stay by your side as well.

Leona Kingscholar

Before overblot:

•You were a bitch in his mind

•Listen, you've stepped on his tail, proceed to stand your ground and then he got interuppted by a certain Hyena.

•What do you know that he can't understand? You weren't superior, he knows that.

•But when his plans failed he couldn't help but feel like he had already lost. He lashed out. There was no point if that lizard still won and was well. Why can't he just be number one? Why is this happening to him? Why is everything against him? Why isn't anybody looking at him? Why isn't he a better option? Why can't they just see him, no matter what he does? This empty pit, can not be filled when it's bottomless. And he just fell into it. Why couldn't he be better than his brother? From age? Status as first prince? His brother, was everything he wanted to be. He didn't need a wish to become him, he wanted to do it in his own way. But that failed, and this failed too.

•Where was the point, if he can't set his eyes elsewhere? He had eyes for something he couldn't get, now it's happening here, no matter how much he ran, it followed. There was no point to begin with, just false hope was all he met.

•He couldn't believe it, you. Another herbivore from who knows where, had won hearts of many in one dorm to the other, even capturing one of his freshmans' loyalty. What a bunch'a hopeless fawns. Why was he the target? Why couldn't he catch a break? It was bad when he felt this overwhelming sense of pain, where he felt like nothing could erase what was done, when his eyes stung and blurred his vision, where his throat tied a barb wire in it so he couldn't speak but blabber about his failure and burden, where his hands would tremble in frustration as his brother gets all the praises instead of him, where his eyes would feel empty and unblinking, where his escape would only be to sleep and hope he wouldn't wake up forever.

•He just wanted someone to acknowledge him, to encourage his hard work, for a praise, anything, really. He just needs the words and motivation, doing it himself.-

•"So let me do it for you. What you want, you've asked, wished, it's here. You can't set your eyes on something that didn't belong to you in the first place."... This herbivore-

•But then again, how long was it when he couldn't get the attention he wanted? How long was it when somebody asked, "Are you okay?", how long was it when he was in the shadow of his brother? This place, had given him power, his needs, control. He could've asked what he wanted, but it wasn't easy. Not when it showed weakness in him, vulnerability wasn't his thing, it never was.

•Then you reached out. Hand stuck out like you're giving him some light, he needed space and that's alright. What he needed was time to reflect, no need for a fast process. Just take his time.

•For once, he felt seen. He didn't need to be a Kingscholar, just Leona. A man who just wanted motivation and reminders of his importance in life. Even if he couldn't realize it that way, but he'll try. No promises though, herbivore.

After overblot:

•He didn't care about what you did. He respected you and that told enough. You cared, you encouraged, and you stayed. Long enough for his heart's content. This was enough, he had members in his dorm that cared about him, that listened to his every whims, didn't leave, and had yet to grow under his knowledge he'd throw at them.

•He didn't know why you were so caring, though.

•You were kind, too kind. And you cared a lot for the others as well. You were loud, you were flamboyant. You stood out besides Kalim, but you were also willing to help and understand people. There wasn't much to say about you besides your boisterous persona. He didn't mind as long as you've stayed. He wouldn't need to feel second anymore.

•Watch your back, herbivore. Or else he'll do it for ya. Not that he wanted to, tch. Don't be delusional, he's not sending out his dormmates to look out for you, it comes naturally for them. So ignore it.

•He dgaf when you sleep on him, even if your a loud sleeper that snores a lot, or suddenly placing your entire leg on his torso, he doesn't care. What man would he be if he treated you horribly despite everything you've given- ahem. Yeah. He doesn't care.

....

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..

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•Totally.

Azul Ashengrotto

Before overblot:

•When he first met you, he straight up thought on how he should take profit from you, though, you weren't much of anything useful for his plans. So he didn't even bother you, but you were loud and a tad too confident despite being in a school where you don't belong. Or world?

•Imagine his surprise after hearing two overblots and they involved you. Who knew, that you attract so much trouble in this school? But, you were staying in that Ramshackle dormitory. So, he wanted to take that advantage. To extend the branch

•He didn't know you could be enigmatic. You were so caring and loyal and kind to your friends and whoever. Then, you're standing your ground demanding he should let go of your friends and everyone else in this forced labor. How amusing.

•that is, until you've completely done it. Ruining his plans, his hardwork, his efforts to get to the top, by managing to get Leona on your side?

•How. How could this happen to him? He- he's going to be seen as pathetic again! That silly loser, that small octo-twerp, that- that weak, slow, fat, ugly, octo-mer.

•No, not again. He doesn't want it to happen again, not this time- No. It shouldn't- it can't- but it did- and he doesn't want it to. Why? Why do this to him? How does this benefit you? YOU? Who cared a lot for others, why must you DO this to him? Why? This can't- you're RUINING EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. ALL HIS HARDWORK. CRUMBLED. All because of YOU and your BACK-UPS. WHY? He's going to get bullied again, you guys are teasing him like those annoying bullies he'd had before- its repeating the same thing, over, over, over, and over again. He just wants to feel okay- he wants to feel loved- he wants to love himself but he couldnt- it hurts. Everything. All this hurts because it reminds him, everything does not always go according to plan.

•So you've helped. You did. Not out of obligation but for him. You did it for him. No other reason, just him. So he could feel love not from any other reason, but to exist.

•He... he just needs a little more confidence in himself to love.

After overblot:

•Nothing big had changed really. Just the twins going back to their usual selves while Azul kept making deals, a fair one sure. But some, exceptions, for the ones you've had unpleasant encounters with. He respected and admired you. You've had every dorm vying for you. You had everyone's support incase you fall. And you had their backs too, with all that kindness and unusual amount of loyalty. Especially for him, too.

•He never thought, you'd be the one guiding him step-by-step. He always thought that this is how his life is gonna go. Being a shady business man. And all he could do, is make others distrust him. But, you helped. You tried to understand him, little by little.

•And you did.

•He was honored to have you as his, until the day your gone. He'll wait.

Jamil Viper

Before overblot:

•Sigh.

•Kalim 2.0? Again, with another loud, confident, flashy grin. Another student he should avoid dealing with. And no, he doesn't want grey hairs at the age of 17. Don't do this to him please. He's tired

•Tired of revolving his life around someone and not his own. Tired of the small practices he had to do to protect someone of higher status than him. Tired of everything being about Kalim. Tired of everything that had been placed onto Kalim's lap and never owning anything for himself. Tired of having to put himself into harm's way for someone else that knew no better. Tired of everyone having to tell him to stay in line behind Kalim. Tired of not being able to show off his full potential, his competency, his talents. Tired of letting Kalim outshine him every way when he holds back. Tired- just, exhausted.

•So when his plans failed? When his plans to overthrow Kalim had failed? Because of some magicless person that clearly didn't belong, had managed to bring back-ups? This was his last resort. He didn't care if it was his final moment or how this is where his life ends, he has had everything taken away, nothing could erase that. So when he overblotted, the only thing that made him feel free was afterlife.

•And then that had done nothing on him. Since that failed too. What was the point on doing anything to serve some boy who couldn't even take care of himself? Why was he born in a family of servitude? He hated his background, being a Viper. A servant to the Al-Asim. It was unfair, all of it was unfair. He couldn't do anything to outshine Kalim because of consequences. He really couldn't, but now-

•"No one is here to stop you. Just let loose every once a while." Is what you'd say along those lines.

•You noticed? And yet to understand his situation. But you noticed anyway. Despite being flamboyant and loud, you knew how to care and when to stop when it's necessary. You've helped, you've reached out. Something meant for him.

After overblot:

•After the entire incident everything, mostly went to normal (but there were DIY rains that often occurred whenever Kalim went outside in the middle of the night), you've helped everyone (and maybe Kalim, poor boy-) and mostly, him. Your kindness kinda got to him, not that he'll admit. Your loyalty is like no other, and it was most likely because you were willing to give. So, sometimes whenever he's free he makes your favorite dish and gives it to you as a gift as both of you hangout.

•He never felt like this, he didn't need to feel like a servant or a Viper. Just Jamil, someone who feels like him, not needing expectations of who he doesn't want to be, but the freedom of knowing he's himself whenever he wants to be.

•He's grateful you've helped him. Even when he tells you not to. He needed it, and you knew it.

•He'll watch your back when the time comes to dire situations. Even if you're annoying. Worry not, prefect.

Vil Scheonheit

Before overblot:

•When he first saw your flashy grin and heard your loud voice, he thought, 'Great, another Kalim in the list' it didn't mean he dint like your confidence, though. And maybe slightly envied you as others flocked towards you.

•The few months (days?) Staying in this school he and heard about your... encounters. You were troublesome in his mind, you never seem to catch a break. So, at the VDC, your group (+Kalim and Jamil) was chosen, so while they were practicing you got a bit too loud and Vil had to fcking bitch-slap you to shut up, cause' mf aged 10 years listening to your loud-ass voice that broke the maximum volume.

•So when the VDC incident happened he couldn't understand why he wasn't perfect again. Why he couldn't be the fairest of them all, why their opinions of him are expectant, taking roles of a villain, lines, the stage was not meant for him, but for that boy. That Naive, stupid, too sweet boy. All describe him as love itself. It wasn't fair to him. Why isn't he number one!? WHY are they looking at Neige's performance as a more LIKEABLE much more FAIRER one? Why couldn't he be noticed as number one? Why can't they just get it? He hates this boy. Growing and manifesting envy, raising it to the high skies. His resentment is palpable. He despised, his heart grew ugly, black splattered around, oozing from his magic, a blot monster shaped as a figure behind him, the manifestation of envy. His heart poisoned with every bit of his hate and jealousy, the mocking crown on top of his head, veil on the back of his head, revealing a pale white face. Something he considered to be beautiful. He wanted perfection and be perfection itself. His veil at the back of his head symbolizing the unraveling truth, the veil he wore kept hidden his true nature, from behind all the cameras and stage-plays, Vil Scheonheit is the villain. Scheonheit takes the role of a bad-guy. Vil is bad. Vil is a villain. Vil is beautiful but comes 2nd to Leblanche. Neige this, Neige that- E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G was about N.E.I.G.E. He HATED all of them, all those relating to Neige. All the topic, the conversation, the top- Just Neige.

•Why couldn't he be the fairest one of all?- "You may not be the fairest of the world, but you are the fairest in their eyes. The ones who've stayed with you, the ones who've followed you. They see you as their fairest queen. You'll just need to accept that perfection has its flaws, that'll include you, Vil."....

•You really think so? Thinking he is perfect without the world's validation? To just believe his loved ones and the people that loves him, is enough?

•He'll try. He thought to himself, bringing back his senses, cries of a child who wanted success, who viewed his life as a never-ending tragic movie.

After overblot:

•He felt slightly bitter. That's all there is to it, he isn't forcing much on Epel but keeps it to a limited amount, he'd sometimes correct your posture or bring you clothes since your closet is lacking. Feeling warm and slightly proud whenever you stand up for him from the haters, it wasn't really necessary but he let you be

•He admires your kindness and care. Your willingness to understand others gives him respect for you

•He'll not have this in any other way, you've done your best. And that's all he ever asks of you.

•Anyway you have to fix your hair-

End.

I'm suuupperrr sorry but I think I'll continue Idia And malleus in the next part like bro- my emotions hurt so much (yes in the writing I've imagined myself in their shoes and then feel the emotions and write it down to my very best descripture. And it depleted my energy somehow I'm not joking this time).

[sultrystarlet]

GIVE ME SOME SUGAR DARLINGS

[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so��� but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾ℳ𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ❤︎

[kaciidubs]

Wanna help me get on Santa’s naughty list this year?- 💎

Oh babes, at the rate we're going you'll be at the top of the list with me under you 🤭💓

[selineram3421]

*me thinking about Alastor during my last day of my summer job* I wanna give the silly man a peck on the forehead.

[bulgarka]

[zmrzeltm]

📸

[desktopmermaid]

. Which emojis would Ur OCS use more often / slash / what emoji encapsulates each of Ur OCS best? Ty.... 💕

THIS IS a really good/fun question, cos esp with goldie and borros, i have it in my head that in their universe, they kinda were some of the first ones to use emoticons. Goldie uses the :-) and <:-) (smile with a party hat) a lot. Borros will use emoticons ONLY with Goldie, they like using :^)

meanwhile, cabby and jett in their respective lives use ^_^ :3c a lot in their texts. Trashghost, who learns a lot from cabby, ends up copying her typing style so he also uses :3 in his texts LOL

[hellohopie]

my gf sent me this for valentine’s day, she’s so sweet!💋✨

[scuderia-hamilton]

🏎❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🩶🤍 toot toot! This is a formula of love, which is meant to spread positivity on F1blr. You can send it to the blogs you enjoy to make their day a bit happier - if you want to, and have the time to do so <3

ugh, this actually means so much coming from you 🥹🫣 you were one of the first blogs i followed here and i love love LOVE your vibe and your posts. i was so happy when you followed me back 🫶🏻 okay, i’m done being embarrassing now. thank you for this you’re too sweet!! 💕🥰💗

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

OKAY, JUST ONEEE SNEAK PEAK FROM WHAT IM DOING OKAY MY LOVELIES? JUST FOR YOU♡

Like I just edited my photo so you won't see the entirety of it, that's all.

It's going to take long, so I can't really post fast !!! Motivation keeps running away from me!!

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

“💋” "Please do be honest it's alright if the number is low!"

SEND “💋” AND MY MUSE WILL SAY HOW SMOOCHABLE YOUR MUSE IS FROM 1-10 // @eyesofcuriosity

Butch places a curled index beneath her chin, tilting her head up some just so he can press a gentle kiss to those delicate lips of hers. He’s never taken the initiative to actually kiss her considering they didn’t know each other all that well just yet but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted to. But keeping it tame for the time being seemed like the right move; it doesn’t help him gauge too well how smoochable she is per-sae but it gives him enough of the very important scientific information he needs for his determination.

“Don’ sell yerself short, cutie pie~ how’s ’bout an even number, like eight? Yeah… I think I could stand t’smooch ya a bit more sometime down th’ road f’you’ll let me, f’course!”

[pinkmirth]

i think adrian would get hard just from cuddling with you

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș!

❤︎ ₊ ˙ ⊹ 900+ words of . . . nsfw/smut, alucard x fem!reader ( black coded! ) established relationship, spooning, unprotected sex, creampie, minors shoo!

the simplest of affections are enough to rile up the poor man. what can he say? he’s a devoted lover! when you’re underneath the silken sheets of alucard’s grand bed, with him spooning you from behind, his arms wrapped around your middle as your body heat radiates off of him, he can’t help but grow . . . excited. he doesn’t think he could react any other way, being this close and intimate with a beautiful woman he loves.

adrian’s lean hips shift a little against your backside, and it isn’t long until you notice the his stirring cock prodding at you, settled between your clothed asscheeks. you can feel the subtle, steady pulse of his underside through your flimsy nightgown. you hum knowingly, feeling your own arousal grow, and he meekly apologizes with a deep, airy whisper to your ear. you welcome it, though; reaching behind you to slink your arm between your bodies, all to grab hold of him through his pyjamas.

adrian’s breath catches in his throat, holding back a rising groan, and you turn over a little to send him a sweet smile, one that embarrassingly makes his cock jump. god, he always reacts to every little thing you do; you just seem to have that effect on him. your fingers curl around the length of him, tugging down and swirling back up with a pace that makes his hips buck into the warmth of your soft palm. there’s a glint in your eye as you work him, one that shows him you want this— want him.

you steadily jerk his throbbing cock, and his grasp on your hips only grows tighter with every stroke. slippery precum spurts out from his mauve-pink tip and dribbles down, wetting your fingers as they massage his shaft. adrian doesn’t think he can take this for much longer— at this rate, he’ll end up orgasming from your hand alone. alucard pants into the crook of your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin there. his moans have a delicious rasp to it, and the shameless sound makes you throb.

“wanna put you inside,” is your soft confession, and who is he to deny you? the thought of being enveloped by your warm, tight cunt is enough to make his mouth water. he flits out his tongue to swipe over his fangs, releasing a shaky breath.

“of course, my love,” adrian gives in, flipping up the hem of your silk-white nightdress. his large palm encompasses the fat of your ass, kneading and squeezing before he goes to hold his cock at the base, lining up with your quivering hole. he starts slow when pressing it in, your wet entrance kissing his sensitive cockhead. adrian sinks in deeper, and he swears he could cum solely off of hearing you whine out his name so sweetly.

alucard kisses the delicate skin of your neck, his hand lifting up your side to cup your left breast and graze over your pebbled nipples. he starts making good work of you; fucking into you from behind, sucking love marks onto the delicate canvas of your flesh. he’s panting into your neck, and the feeling of his cock driving into you with such an undoing pace has you moaning out, rutting your ass back into him as a feeble attempt to match his thrusts. the momentum of his pistoning hips soon grows restless, almost overpowering.

resounding smacks of his pelvis to your backside begin to fill the room and echo off the walls. it’s almost as loud as both your sounds combined; his shuddering breaths and your broken mewls. his quickened pounding makes your back arch further, ass jutting out and rippling against his plunging hips. he slinks his hand forward, swiping the pads of his fingers against your needy clit, pressing tight circles into the puffy nub. “a—adrian!” you cry out, trying to pivot your face around to kiss him.

you’re then blessed with the sight of your beautiful husband. there’s beading sweat built up at his hairline, stray blonde hairs that have fallen into his face, the seductive flutter of his lashes, a scatter of blush that’s overtaken his cheeks, and his pale-pink lips that are trapped underneath his sharp gleaming teeth before your mouth desperately collides with his.

you moan into his mouth, and adrian takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, his thin blonde brows drawn downwards when he feels you clench around him. he pulses in return, swapping spit and suckling at your lower lip, swallowing up all the pretty sounds that pour from you. you feel yourself toppling over the edge, and it isn’t long until you’re creaming all over his cock. you let go with a silent gasp and your eyes screwed shut. he fucks you through it and lovingly coos into your ear, staring into your face when you convulse around him; your plush, agape lips, the cute furrow of your brows, and he glances a bit lower to ogle the delicious curve of your spine down to your butt.

a few more pumps and adrian finds himself unraveling. a raspy moan is what marks his climax, lowly whines falling from him when he cums. his tight grasp around your waist is still there, though it loosens with the dazed sensation that comes tug an orgasm. you bask in the feeling of his warm cum spurting into your womb, filling you up nicely. you pout once he slips out of you, a stream of cum spilling down your puffy cunt.

alucard frees out a deep sigh; one of content. again, you tip your head back to kiss him, a calmer one this time. he returns your affections with gentle pecks, mumbles “i love you’s” onto the soft pillow of your lips, caressing the curving plane of your hips. he’s sure that you both know he couldn’t possibly get enough of you.

[richardcameron]

your tags on my outsiders edit 🥺🥺🫶🫶

It’s a known fact you always kill it with your creations but that one specifically haunts me. I associate that song with them so heavily now. I’m forever in love with it!!! Thank you for creating it to begin with❤️ :)

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

actually going insane over renaissance leon (in a good way). my compliments to the chef 🤌🏻 (mwah)

Hehehehehehe

The Chef takes your compliments to heart, thank you so much 🩷

I've been in a bit of a creative slump lately, so I apologize for the lack of ficsss

They'll be more soon and I will definitely work on those requests <3 🐝

[tokeposts]

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don’t worry kitty, we’ll go thru the backrooms together <333