#sub castlevania

[pickmans-muse]

Submissive Headcanons Castlevania

TW: mention of triggers, pegging, dacryphilia, safewords, BDSM, shibari, overstimulation, size kink this is Hector’s fault I swear

Adrian/ Alucard

Adrian has always felt caught between two worlds, belonging in neither. He struggles with feeling like a mistake, a failure—especially when he’s alone. This man has depression, we know this. So, what he wants in subbing for you is affirmation and love.

Tell him how beautiful you find him—and try to do it about both halves of him. His golden eyes? Beautiful. His fangs? Beautiful. His sweet face? Beautiful. Make sure you praise and compliment him, as much as you can. He needs to hear that.

If we’re talking about pre-season-three Adrian, this will be easier. He’s still struggling with so much, but he hasn’t met Sumi and Taka yet, and he’s more open and trusting. If we’re talking about post-season-three Adrian? This will be very hard, not because his desires have changed, but because he doesn’t feel safe to express them—and he’s triggered by some things around sex after what happened with Sumi and Taka. He doesn’t want to be vulnerable again, so you’ll have to show him love and affirmation in daily ways to wear down his walls.

Either way, once he’s comfortable enough to have sex with you, Adrian will be a little awkward at first—in a sweet way. Before season three, he’s a virgin, so he’ll have no idea what to do; afterwards, he doesn’t really know that there’s more than one position for sex, and that you can check in with your partner. Be patient with him, okay? He’ll get there, and he’s so pleased when he finds what he likes. But he has a massive sex drive, so every spare minute he will come pleading to you with a boner he wants you to take care of.

Spoiler alert—he likes riding you. Doesn’t matter if you’re pegging him, or there’s a vibrator up there, or what. He wants to sit on your lap or waist and rock desperately against you. Let him—it’ll make him so happy that he’ll cry.

He cries a lot during sex. When he’s overstimulated (he’s sensitive, so that’s basically always), he cries. When he’s happy, he cries. When you’re worshiping his body and telling him how pretty he is? Yeah, you guessed it, he cries.

Check in with him before, during and afterwards. Set up a safeword, and explain how it works. He loves to know you care about him, that you want him to be comfortable and feeling safe. And lots of aftercare—baths, reading aloud in bed together. You get it. Take care of him, give him safety.

Adrian’s favorite thing about subbing for you is when you’re gentle and soft. He loves to feel you kissing him all over, to know that you’re not put off by his scar, to see the love in your face every time. He’s pretty vanilla; he just wants to be loved as he is, without reservations or fear.

Isaac

Yes, I know he doesn’t seem like a sub; bear with me. Isaac may be in control at all times, but for him, control is a measure of safety. If he’s in control and removed from the whole thing, nobody can hurt him emotionally—and under his shell, Isaac has a deeply emotional soul. His emotional pain never goes away, even from when he was a child. He’s never felt loved, but he wants that more than anything.

So, when Isaac does finally experience love, he melts. He discovers that he likes being taken care of, being pampered for no reason at all, by someone he trusts completely to love him. And he leans into that. Whenever you enter the room, he goes from being deadpan and stiff to smiling and immediately beelining for your open arms.

Isaac has a low sex drive, unlike Adrian and Hector, so he’s not going to be the kind of guy who begs you for it constantly (I see you, Hector). On the other hand, he doesn’t believe in half-measures. His first priority during sex is making you come. After that, he kind of spaces out, and you can do whatever you want.

He’s not very sensitive, so it takes a lot to overstimulate him—but he likes it every time. He’s a little kinky, though—because he likes to feel that he’s giving up control to someone who will praise him and worship him and have him melting bonelessly into the bed at the end of the night. His stamina is inhuman; he will go all night when he’s in the mood, so be prepared to keep him occupied the whole time.

There are some hard no’s for Isaac, though—things that remind him of his time being enslaved. No impact play, or ropes, or gags and blindfolds; that’ll freak him out, and he wants to see you. But if you tie him with ribbons, just a slip knot he knows he can get out of in seconds, he’s okay. He doesn’t mind the soft reminder not to move too much, especially if you check in during—and he’s the one who decides when he’ll use a ribbon.

His favorite part of subbing for you would have to be when you break him down fully, when he’s come apart with pleasure and he’s sobbing and moaning with it. It takes a while, but by the end he’s a mess, and that’s the part he lives for. And then when he comes down, and you bathe him and kiss him all over, telling him he’s been so good—he loves that.

Isaac’s the kind of sub who adores and worships you, in and out of bed; because his sex drive is so low, he ends up doing this by giving you massages, reading to you, doing chores, as a way to show that he loves you.

Hector

Hector before season three is very innocent in some ways and very indecent in others. He has an idea of what he likes in bed, and it’s pretty kinky, but he’s never had a partner. After season three, though, having those kinks and his trust misused against him, it’s going to take a long time for him to feel safe with sex again.

When he’s content and happy in a relationship, Hector has the highest sex drive of any of the boys. Pretty much anything you do, especially things where you’re in charge in some capacity, has him getting hot and whiny. Every day, sometimes multiple times, he’s begging you for attention.

Hector is also the kinkiest of the boys. If it’s a subby thing, he’s probably considered it at some point. Shibari? Yup. Overstimulation? All the way. Pet play? Oh, hell yes. have you met him? He loves being a good boy, and if you’re bigger or stronger than him, he’s basically drooling at that. (He won’t admit it, but if you’re a vampire, he’s kinky for that too.) Please manhandle him, tease him, show off your strength and size to control him.

Whether you’re a vampire or not, Hector wants you to bite him. You read that right. Leave hickeys everywhere, mark him as yours—it makes him giddy to know that he belongs to you. He’s very sensitive, particularly around the nipples, so that’s a great spot to tease him. And he loves when you’re protective of him too.

Hector has a particular thing for roleplay. He wants to be your pet, your omega, your servant—you name it. He definitely has a title for you in bed, and if he calls you that not in bed, it means he’s getting horny. However, if this is post-season-three Hector, do not put him in a collar or leash, and do not do pet play. He’s going to silently panic, and then just crumple. He’ll say he can do it—don’t let him. Just stick to other things, and make sure he knows you’re his lover, not his owner.

Favorite part? Probably when you show your dominance in bed. He loves it when you put him in a mating press and just slam into his prostate over and over until he’s drooling and he’s come more times than he can count and he can’t even form words. But he also loves when you gently hold him afterwards, and massage his aches, and stroke his hair.

As a sub, Hector is obedient, kinky, and so pliant. Just love him fiercely, and make sure he knows that you don’t own him. If anything, he owns your heart.

[denynothing]

➔ hector would kiss you forever if he could

You release his mouth when you take notice of his struggle. Hector makes a displeased noise despite the heaving of his chest. His pale lashes are dewy with tears, his lips kiss swollen. You use your thumb to wipe away the spit on the corner of his mouth, your own curling into a smile. His cock is lodged inside you, deliciously warm and thick as it rubs against all those pleasurable spots inside you. Hector’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, though his hands will never be able to leave bruises on your skin with their weak human strength.

“More?” You ask knowingly, and his thighs strain beneath you with the effort of keeping still.

“Please.” Hector begs, those pretty blue eyes staring at your mouth.

“Oh, puppy,” You can’t help but coo at him, carding a hand through his hair, and slowly grind your hips. His answering groan is muffled when you take advantage of his open mouth to kiss him again, using your hand in his hair to tilt his head, and suck his tongue into your mouth. His rounded nails dig uselessly into your back. Your shared eagerness makes it messier than the previous ones, spit glistening on his chin.

Hector pants harshly when you pull away again, strings of spittle breaking off when you lick your lips. He looks frustrated at his need to breathe, like he’d rather kiss you for the rest of eternity than grant his human lungs the oxygen they require. You ride him languidly to appease him, stroking your hands down his chest and kissing the curve of his jaw as you wait for him to catch his breath. You’re so wet that the silvery hair above his cock is matted with your arousal, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

“I’m going to come soon.” Hector whines when you playfully scrape your fangs over his earlobe.

“Are you?” You ask baitingly, your breath making his skin break out in goosebumps.

“Yes.” He says, huffing at you, and his bottom lip juts out ever so slightly. He’s not aware of it, but Hector pouts quite often. Usually when you tease him or when he doesn’t get his way. It’s adorable, and it makes you want to kiss him even more.

And you do, carefully taking his bottom lip between your teeth. He hisses lightly at the scrape of your fangs over the delicate tissue, and you run your tongue over the small injury in a half hearted apology. The taste of his blood, so fresh and sweet, floods your senses. You moan softly against his mouth, feeling yourself clench around his cock.

“Oh, god—” Hector chokes, squeezing his eyes shut and trembling with the sheer effort of holding back the inevitable.

You press brief, chaste kisses against his lips. “Hector,” You murmur affectionately, “come for me, sweet thing.”

Hector sobs into your mouth, his hands coming up to tangle themselves into your hair. Tears roll down his cheeks as he spills inside you, his hips bucking upwards. You idly trace the back of his molars with your tongue, grinding your hips back and forth while he fills you to the brim. Excess cum spills from the seal of your cunt stretched around the base of his cock, dribbling sluggishly down his balls to soak into the sheets. You’ll call a maid later to clean up while you bathe him.

You grow still when little overstimulated whines emerge from his throat, cooing at him sweetly. You stroke his back until the trembling of his body wanes. Hector blinks at you slowly, pouting again. “You didn’t…”

“That’s alright.” You brush his hair away from his damp forehead, tracing your fingers down the bridge of his nose. “I can wait.” You add, shifting your hips for emphasis. Hector gasps softly, and his cock gives a half hearted twitch inside you. You’re in no hurry, coaxing him into another round of slow, deep kisses that make his toes curl.

[nickgoesinsane]

I'm down so bad for Adrian. Just thinking about the first time you fuck him, so slow and gentle, the way he practically melts into your touch when he realises you aren't going anywhere, leaving him like everyone else did

Oh, how he turns into putty under your hands when you reverently trail your fingertips down his torso and take a hold of his hips. His lips part with a small groan when you push inside him until you’re cradled between his thighs, buried to the hilt. He feels so full, so warm, so safe and loved. He feels—

You, you, you. 

You smile down at him, and the flush on his face spreads to bathe his chest in a soft pink. “You’re so pretty, love. So good for me,” You coo, and he curls his fingers into the sheets as his legs tighten around your waist. 

“Please,” Is the only thing Adrian can say, feeling like he’s burning under the unconcealed love in your gaze.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about olrox sprawled out on your bed, long hair spilling out on your sheets, fingers digging into the mattress as Mizrak works his mouth on him, while you’re kneeling onto the floor tonguing Mizrak’s hole, watching his back arch at your touch and moans roll off of his tongue. Although you only have the rough texture of the bed side to grind your weeping cock onto, you find it more than enough especially at seeing your lovers enjoying themselves so much.

Your collective moans almost form a symphony as you continue to work each other to your release, words of encouragement being exchanged along with soft caresses.

You soon teeter over the edge but not before bringing your lovers along with you.

Once you’ve cleaned up and settled into the bed you’ll drift off to dream land, the last thing on your mind being olrox’s playfully smile and Mizrak’s grunt as he slaps the other man’s arm.

[dingus11111]

Heya! Request from @legendaryflowercheesecake

Night Creature!Edouard x Night Creature!Male Reader PT. 2!!

Warnings: NSFW because of his dream, male!reader, teratophilia, Soft Edouard, OOC (whoops), jealous!reader, bottom!male!reader.

PT. 1!!

Soft breathing puffed onto your left ear. You were sitting in Edouard’s lap, sleeping. You took comfort in his large frame enveloping you to seemingly protect you from the dangers of the world. You slept peacefully. Edouard smiled softly, relishing in the moment. Soaking up the feelings that he felt. His eye’s began to close as he brought one of his arms to caress your back lovingly.

“Sleep well..” Edouard mumbled.

He began to drift to sleep. A dream popped into his brain. A happy dream. A good dream. He dreamt of being free with you in his arms. Of him kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. Of him holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Of him kissing you, and gently making love to you.

He dreamt of him pinning you to a mattress so that you were comfortable. He would put your legs over his shoulders and press his forehead to yours. The hands covering his eyes would be open. His blue, piercing gaze would wash over your sight like the clear, blue ocean would to sand. He would stroke your cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. A composer to your music made up of your moans. The lewd, slick noises your hole would create. The sounds of your sharp nails against his back. He would make a symphony out of you that you would wish to experience eternally. He would make you orgasm over and over, making you feel pleasure almost unimaginable. He wanted nothing more than that.

CLANK!

Edouard’s eyes shot open and so did yours. You quickly looked behind you and got off of his lap. The woman behind the metal bars of the cell was just as surprised as both of you were.

The woman had black locks that had metal jewelry in them. Her skin was dark and beautiful. She was wearing a light mustard vest with a white, long sleeve shirt underneath. A thick, red belt was situated at her waist. The belt had accents of sky blue, black, and yellow. She had black, comfortable looking pants on that made you almost jealous of her due to you only wearing a loincloth.

“Annette!” Edouard leaped forward.

“So he knows her.” You thought.

Annette looked at you and then back at Edouard.

“Who or what is that?” Annette asked.

Edouard stepped towards you and picked you up with ease, carrying you bridal style. You blushed softly.

“This is M/N.” Edouard introduced you.

“Oh.” She replied, sounding almost hurt.

You grumbled ever so slightly at Annette. You just found out who she is, and you already don’t exactly like her.

Suddenly, a vampire and a few night creatures began to chase after Annette. They were too busy with her to realize that you and Edouard were both in the same cell. You hugged Edouard deeply.

“Never let me go.” You mumbled.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Hope you enjoyed! I got kinda lazy with this one. 😭😭😭

[pininghermit]

A Good Boy in Need is a Good Boy Indeed

Pairing: Sub Alucard x GN Reader

Warning: Minors do not interact. Please. (Pet play, collars, NSFW stuff in general)

AN: Prompted by a depraved friend of mine. P.S. writing smut after a long while spare me people of tumblr.

"Have you been good my darling mutt?" You purr cradling Adrian's chin in the palm of your hand. Your smirk languidly leaning back into your chair. Enjoying the beseeching look in your dearest’s eyes. 

It had been hours perhaps. You could not remember, you were sure Adrian couldn’t either. It was all just a long blurr of waiting for him. Kneeling by your feet, his head bowed in submission that was hard to attain on most days. It had to be the week long of absence that your work had kept you from him. That must have broken the usual pride your beloved clutched so close to his heart.

Much to your delight your beloved leans his face into your palm, his bound hands twitching to be released. To touch, to be touched, to feel, to map each other’s body with tips of fingers, kiss of lips, licks of tongue. Adrian had been craving it since you walked in.

So taken by the idea that even mournful whimpers you were greeted with have left him at this point of your long night of this wicked game. His begging look almost breaks your resolve to drag this out more. So you let your hands wander in his locks. Threading your fingers through his Sun kissed hair as he hisses with delight inching closer, his face resting on your thigh. “Will you not answer me pet?” You ask him ignoring his warm breath next to your crotch. “Tell me have you a good boy in my absense?” Your thumb presses into his bottom lip as a sense of impatience tugs at your nerves.

Without a wait Adrian opens his mouth allowing your thumb to caress his tongue, leaving him further incapable of answering. Among your administrations of tracing his fangs Adrian resorts to a simple nod to answer your question. His hair tantalizingly brushes against your flexed thighs making your other hand grip his hair harder. 

You resist the urge to pull him up and devour every last fragment of your beloved. To grant him more than the cold fabric of your pants, where he has draped his body to get closer to you. Yet, his flushed panting face stops you. Haste would spoil the fruit you both were to savor. 

The sight of watching your beloved bloom with the flush of a rose after long winter. Watching his eyes loose focus, his sweet pleas, this mouth watering scent… who were you to stop your darling from unraveling so wonderfully. 

It was boon granted after a long penance of earning his trust. Of Adrian going beyond his fears to allow himself to be this vulnerable with you. 

Instead, your hands travel lower mapping the unmarred skin of his neck, hooking your fingers on the warm leather collar you pull his mouth closer to where you wanted it. The hitch in his breath a good enough sign until a soft moan accompanies it to make you grin wider. 

You watch in fascination as his entire body tightens by a simple pull of your fingers. “Then I must test how much patience my beloved puppy learned in my absence.” You whisper although you doubt any of it reaches your beloved, who by now was soaking your pants with the wet kisses he trails down your thighs. Going as far as to tug the seams with his fangs. 

You would have pulled him back were you not busy pulling him closer. Your hands intertwine themselves with his hair intending to pull him apart but all thoughts leave your mind as his kisses move closer to your groin. 

Your thighs wrapping around his head as your arch back into a groan. One look at his reverent face and your will collapses no better than a house of cards. 

“Fine ha,” you mutter between your gasps of pleasure. “Have it your way darling mutt.” Your eyes roll back when the man on his knees laps his wet tongue against you.

[becausecriminals]

Castlevania Hector X Vampire Dom Reader

Hector is human. Despite being an asset to Dracula’s army, it did not mean that the other vampires respected him: still viewing him as a lesser being.

However, not you. You showed him respect and courtesy, unlike the others, and showed an interest in his work as a forgemaster. He became enamored with you and eagerly awaited your every word because of your charisma and empathy.

Hector feels your presence and stops his swing, hammering over his shoulder. He casts a sidelong glance.

“[your name]”

“hector”

Hector lowers the hammer in hand, a small smile spreading across his lips. “What brings you here?”

“You” you answer sitting on an empty area near his forgery. Hector’s face flushes, and he lowers his gaze. “Oh- um… I- I am just working.” You lower your gaze from his figure to his forgery. “what are you working on” you get off the table and walk closer to him but keeping your distance so as not to get you’re self hurt.

Hector turns his neck alert of your sudden movement, his face flushes at your sudden closeness.

“will you not answer me?” you ask a little disappointed. Hector snaps out of his trance, he shakes his head out of the trance. “M- my apologies… I am working on a new piece. If this battle is going to be bigger than it seems, I will need to make more weapons.”

“keep up the good work” Hector cannot focus on his work, only hearing your words in a distant fog. His skin tingles and skin flushes at your praise. “y-yes.”

seeing the state he’s in it only makes you wanna see how red you can make him “you’re very pretty hector you have no idea what you do to me” upon hearing your words hector immediately stops his hammering and looks to you.

As you get closer you move your hands over his chest and stomach. “i really want you” your hand traces the band of his pants before slipping by and grabbing his ass underneath his pants. “can i have you?” you say squeezing his ass.

Hector gasps and freezes, stunned by your action; a hand squeezing his backside, another hand squeezing his heart, your warm breath on his neck. He tries to pull away, but every movement sends a shock through his body. His chest heaves as his breath quickens. In a whisper, he asks, “what am I supposed to say to that?”

“you can always say no, you know I won’t force you” you say taking another squeeze of his ass

“De—decline? You— you want me to decline something like this?” Hector’s voice goes shaky, as though something so wonderful could never be offered to someone like him and in this way. He tries to move again, but his body is stiff and unmoving. He is at your mercy. “Then do you like it?” you ask biting at his ear.Hector bites his tongue to stop himself from saying “yes” over and over again. He nods, barely able to get the words out. “Yes, you can.”

in a flash you use your vampire speed and strength to place him on a table. his back lays flat on the table and you above him. you bite into his flesh with your fangs sucking his blood claiming him as yours. Hector’s body quivers in pleasure as he becomes trapped beneath your firm touch. His breath deepens as your fangs find his neck, puncturing his skin. His mind begins to cloud, thoughts escaping, lost with every drop of his blood that you take. He becomes nothing but a vessel to serve and please— yours for the taking now. “you’re delicious” your lips slowly and passionately trace his neck down his collar leavening a path of bruises “i’ve wanted to taste this blood of yours for so long, it’s even better than i imagined.”

Hector whimpers as your lips travel down his neck, leaving a trail of delicious agony in their wake. His head falls forward to give you more space, making it easier for you to take. His breath hitches in his throat, his body trembling under your touch, overwhelmed by the pleasure you give him. While your mouth is focused on his upper body your free hand wonders his waist and your hand grabs at his cock.

Hector lets out a sharp breath, frozen in place under your hand. His face flushes red again, and his chest fills with heat as he is overwhelmed with passion. His heart races while his breath quickens. He shivers under your touch. your hand moves up and down around his cock, you tighten your fist causing him to thrust into your hand. “you like that pup?” Hector can’t do anything but nod his head with a slight pout on his face. he shuts his eyes tight, focusing only on the pleasure you give him. “good I want you to feel good just worry about taking everything I give you hm?” Every word you say is an embrace to him. He feels your love and gratitude. His body trembles, wanting every bit of the pleasure you are giving him. Hector has no idea how this is possible, how someone like you could find someone like him,a human, attractive. Tears trickle down his cheeks as his breath comes in rapid, shallow gasps.

You lick his tears away “good boy does that feel good hm baby?” Hector lets out a small whimper, and his cheeks flush even redder than before. Your words fill him with warmth and that wormth continues to build in the pit of his tummy. He is at your mercy in every way possible, his body now belonging to you. His breath grows steadier as he takes everything you give him. seeing the expression in his face you can tell he’s close, you twist your hand at the tip of his cock. “you gonna cum baby? cmon cum, feels so good doesn’t it pretty boy” at your words his face scrunches and his pretty dick shoots white in the palm of your hand.

you lift your hand to his face “clean my hand.” Hector heard the assertiveness in your voice and can’t help but obey. “his lips touch your palm first then he like at your palm making sure to swallow his load. “good boy” you grab his face kissing him and tasting him.

I really wanted to make this a Breeding fic where reader fills Hector up over and over, but i literally have no clue who my audience are and what they’re into so i’ll just have the breeding fic in mind for now. but i hope you enjoyedddd.

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

Snippet

Here’s something I’m writing for yandere!sub!Alucard. Big question, what kinks do y’all want me to explore in this fic? I got a few ideas but I want to see if anyone else has any ideas they want to see written out. Send me an ask

“  His request was simple. Spoken in such a way that if you didn’t know him better you might think he would punish you if you didn’t give in. 

“Fuck me like you hate me.” 

Maybe deep down you did. Every moment of every day, Alucard was there. Sucking the life out of you. Demanding your focus, teasing you until you were mad with want. He was cruel because he wanted you to be cruel. 

“Love me. Touch me. Hurt Me.” Beg. Beg. Beg. You could hear him when he wasn’t there. Smell him when he was meant to be miles away and you couldn’t understand it. You felt yourself slowly slipping over the edge. The solid glass case you’d built to keep you sane was cracking under his incessant pushing and you were angry and sad and you wanted him. No matter how angry he made you, you wanted him so much you’d crawl under his skin and live beside his bones if you could.   

So when he asked you, you obliged.   

On his knees, he gazes at you like you’re a god of old preparing to bestow a blessing on him. As your fingertips graze the side of his face and over his lips, his eyes darken as he wraps his lips around your thumb. The feeling of his warm tongue curling around it sends bolts of heat from the bottom of your belly to your core.  He bites you playfully and you raise your knee to his chest. Gently pushing him down to the floor so you can straddle his waist. In moments like these, you’re indecisive about what to do to him first.”

[aethes-bookshelf]

on a leash || sub!alucard/reader

I had a dream and just had to do this. I might actually write a full version of this fic in the future, 'cause the concept is just delicious to me.

Pairing: Alucard/Reader

Warnings: sub/dom dynamic, collaring, edging, femdom

Wordcount: 250

Reblogs appreciated!

He nuzzled into your neck as a soft whine escaped his throat. You loved him like this; drunk on your pussy, soft and pliable in your hands. How he trusted you to get him exactly where he needed to be. You held the leash loosely wrapped around your hand, ready to pull.

And pull you did when you felt him twitch inside you.

‘Not yet, love,’ you cooed at him, tightly wrapping your legs around his hips to stop him from moving. Not that it would actually work if he wanted to overpower you, but he stopped regardless. It gave you a one of a kind high; you wondered if he’d stop on his own next time.

‘Wanna cum,’ he mumbled into your neck, panting.

‘I know, but we’ve just begun. Remember what you asked me for?’ His hair tickled your jaw as he nodded. ‘Good. Then you know why I can’t let you cum yet just because you want to, right?’

He nodded again.

‘Use your words, honey.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘Good boy, Alucard.’ You kissed the top of his head. ‘Do you still feel like you’re gonna cum?’

‘No, ma’am.’

‘Alright then.’ You let your legs fall on the mattress below. ‘Go on, love. Let’s see if you can make me cum this time.’

[yousaytomato]

Shout-out to that girl in Castlevania: Nocturne who's been kidnapped and taken to a room full of vampires, but she's still kind of shy about dancing with big vampire mummy 😳

[chibishortdeath]

I just put on a playthrough of CV1 as background noise for drawing and I have realized that I can tell exactly where this guy is in each level by sound effects alone. He just missed a secret chest.

[pickmans-muse]

Headcanons

Submissive Headcanons

Alucard Liking You

Teasing Alucard

Fics

[lavendergoldenrod]

im so ugly rn

[nickgoesinsane]

the hunter who cried wolf

trevor belmont x werewolf!reader

cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!trevor, dom!reader, amab reader, monsterfucking, unspoken consent, mentioned rimming, size kink, trevor is lonely, knotting, overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.

word count: 1040

Trevor stays very still as your weight settles on top of him, massive claw tipped hands pinning him down against the forest floor. He grips tight fistfulls of damp grass between his fingers, eyeing his sword a few yards away, but doesn’t make a move to reach for it. Part of his brain tries to be logical and warns against it in fear of being torn apart while the other, much more depraved part, can’t wait to see what you do next. His asshole is slick with your spit, gaping and clenching around nothing after you’d thoroughly tongued him open. Trevor had fought back at first, thinking you were going to eat him, only to go limp with pleasure once your intentions were made clear. He’s hard as a rock against his stomach, and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he waits. 

The tapered tip of your lupine cock, thick and hot and wet with precum, prods at his hole. The air is punched out of his lungs in the form of a loud groan as you steadily slide into him, inch by inch, until you’re buried to the hilt. He rests his forehead against the back of his hand, breathing harshly. You don’t move for a few heartbeats, and he wonders if you’re waiting for him to adjust to the sudden stretch. He can feel your sack resting against his, swollen and full with cum— fertile. You huff against his ear when he clenches around you, inhuman tongue lolling out in pleasure.

You adjust your grip on his shoulders, experimentally grinding into him. Pleasure crackles up his spine when the tip of your cock prods at his prostate, and Trevor grinds back against you. You clearly take that as a sign to begin, because you immediately start thrusting. They’re slow, hard grinds of your hips with the right amount of pressure that has his own cock dripping precum. 

“Oh, fuck,” He whispers when more of your weight settles onto him, your surprisingly soft fur brushing against his back. Your body is massive, packed with muscle, and it runs hot enough for him not to feel the chill of night. Your strong thighs press against the back of his own, and your balls smack wetly against his as your thrusts pick up speed. 

The fat head of your cock jab, jab, jabs at his prostate with every snap of your hips, making his toes curl and precum to drip from his slit in a near steady stream. Trevor’s arms shake from the effort of keeping himself up on all fours, and he lowers himself onto his elbows. It gives you a better angle, and your cock sinks just a little deeper inside him. Good god, he can almost taste you in his throat. 

The unfiltered and whorish sounds of his moans, groans and whimpers paired with the wet smacking of your cock drilling into him drown out the sounds of the forest. Sweat makes his hair cling to his face, and his face feels like it’s burning. Trevor’s vision blurs and clears when he blinks, tears of pleasure rolling down his flushed cheeks. Blades of grass are torn from the ground, his entire body rocking back and forth as if he was on a boat assaulted by waves. It’s been so long since someone touched him. 

It feels so fucking good. 

Your tongue drags along the racing pulse on his throat, and he suddenly wishes you’d been in a more human form so he could kiss you. Instead, he bares more of his skin to you, and a content growl rumbles in your chest. Your cock begins thickening at the base, catching on the rim of his asshole with every thrust. It’s your knot, he vaguely realizes. He should shove you off, he should reach for his sword and cut your head off. He should definitely stop you from knotting him, from filling him up with the hot cum that’s stored in those heavy balls of yours, he shouldn’t be rocking back against you and spreading his thighs for you to get closer and let you breed him like a bitch—

A long moan leaves him as his climax crashes into him, his cum pooling beneath him on the forest floor. A startled shout is ripped from his throat as your knot suddenly pops past his puffy and abused rim, locking you together. He can fell every pulse and twitch of your cock, rope after rope of cum spurting inside him to fill his belly. He feels full, so fucking full and hot. Trevor collapses onto the ground with a near sob, his body shuddering. Your hands cradle his hips with surprising gentleness, keeping them up as you fuck your fat knot into him in small circles. 

A growling sort of groan leaves you, deep enough to nearly rattle his bones, and he weakly turn his head to catch a glimpse of you from over his shoulder. You’re looking down, golden stare locked onto the way his pink asshole is stretched over your knot— taking it, taking you so fucking well. He whines wordlessly, limp cock twitching weakly in interest, and one of your large hands comes up to gently scratch his scalp. He closes his eyes with a sigh.

Trevor’s almost asleep by the time your knot goes down, the full moon high in the sky, and he hisses when you begin to pull out. He sighs at the loss, only to cry out in shock when you thrust back in, your hard cock pushing out your cum as it forces its way into his asshole again. 

“Fuck— fuckin’ hold on, shit—” He gasps and moans helplessly, mouth falling open in pleasure. His thighs become a frothy mess as you start fucking him into the dirt again, nipping at his exposed throat with your sharp teeth. His eyes threaten to roll into the back of his skull, cock hard and throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and he futilely attempts to meet your thrusts. Eventually, though, he just lays there and takes it. 

Maybe you’ll stay with him, keep him warm and full during the colder seasons. 

The lonely part of him really hopes you do.

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MASTERLIST

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DORORO

Sunset (_)

His Voice (_)

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STARDEW VALLEY

Adoption (_)

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Castlevania (Nocturne)

Edouard (*)

Edouard pt. 2 (*)

Mizrak x Olrox (*)

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FUBAR

Captured by Boro (*)

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AppleDash (_)

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[pininghermit]

Bane of My Existence

Pairing: Alucard x Fem Dom Reader

Warning: Minors DNI (seriously don't). Pegging and other good stuff. Reader with a cunt and Alucard with a dick.

Summary: Dressed in the colors of your kingdom, wearing the jewels provided by you Alucard looks ravishing even with the murderous glint in his eyes.

Word count: 2.5k

AN: I have no shame anymore. Could it be nastier...yes but idk how to. Also please ignore if there are any stupid errors (unless its really bad). I have written this in a moment of hyper fixation.

“Rather than moping alone with this ruin, I would recommend that you find something better to do,” Alucard glares at you from where he lies on the ground. Perched on the only surviving piece of furniture you do not avoid his withering gaze.

Instead, you stare right back. “Lying here in filth as you wait for death tsk tsk…,” the dismissal in your voice enrages Alucard. “What do mortals call it…yeah meaning of life. Why don’t you look for that? I mean you already did your heroic quests but what now?” Dressed in the finest silk and invaluable gems you look out of place.

“Maybe a heartwarming friendship or must I say romance,” Alucard flinches at the mention of both. Dusting your hands you stand from your place. And for once Aculard regrets not having his sword on him. “If not all that then,” you crouch next to him and your fingers brush against his chin, tilting his neck to look right into your eyes, “why not accept my proposal? I am still very smitten with you and very willing to offer all that I did a year ago,” a mischievous smile plays on your lips. 

The touch of your fingers burns Aculard’s skin with a sensation he feels after months. The touch of another leaves him wanting more. Barely resisting the urge to lean into your touch Alucard stares by defiantly. 

“My subjects would still welcome you. Our betrothal still stands unbroken after all and I am nothing if not understanding for a fiance who was cheated on,” you do not care to spare him from the burns of his past. You never have. Maybe that is why even now it is hard to sense any deception from you. Alucard never visited your kingdom. Your betrothal to him had been a thing of the past. A bond forged for petty alliances.

“The ones who betrothed us are long gone. So are the ones you claim to be my lovers. What exactly is your aim here? Why are you here y/n? Have you run out of things to do in your kingdom?” Your bond was formed in the teenage years of Alucard’s life. A bond that promised him the only position of the consort, next to you. Somehow in all that went by Alucard forgot about it. 

You look at Alucard with a mix of amusement and intrigue, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, my dear Alucard, you underestimate my motivations," you say, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "I didn't come here out of boredom or a lack of things to do. I came here for you."

Alucard's brows furrow as he tries to make sense of your words. "For me? But why?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. “What scheme are you up to now? And why now? Where were you when I needed you?”

You lean back, still maintaining your captivating gaze. Undaunted by Alucard’s accusations you continue, “My absence from your life has been a part of my duty as a ruler. I simply could not drag my people into your father’s mess. It wouldn’t be a great look if I got my people killed by my father-in-law or my fiance,” you shrug dismissively.

“So I am here now. Offering you what my father promised. A place by my side and my people. You have proven yourself worthy of it. Wealth, power, love, praise, I offer everything and if must you insist then also my deepest apologies.” Aclucard pushes away your hand as silence prevails over the room after your declaration. 

There's a hint of sadness in your eyes, but you quickly mask it with a dismissive smirk. "Your loss, Alucard," you say, rising to your feet and straightening your attire. "I offered you a chance at something extraordinary, something that you could have had. But if you prefer to remain in this pitiful state, then so be it."

As you turn to leave, Alucard's voice cuts through the air, “Fine then, prepare everything you can,” standing up Alucard faces you with a cutting look in his eyes. “This proposal that you are so proud of, I accept it. So be ready to bear the consequences of offering beyond your reach,” leaning in Alucard’s eyes glimmer with a crazed look that matches your own. Both twisted with a sick fascination. “I might just find meaning in becoming the bane of your existence.”

This is how Alucard finds himself in your royal chambers. Dressed in dainty silks that you prefer. Ladden with jewels that bear your insignia. His usually flowing hair braided into the intricate style of the royal consort. All covered by the insanely long veil he was made to wear the entire ceremony.

It had been hours since he had been thrusted into the wedding chambers. The sweet coying smell of wine and roses surrounds Alucard as he awaits you. Tired of waiting Alucard rips away the annoying veil and fills himself a glass of wine. 

“My, my, indulging ourselves self a little too much aren’t we,” your breath falls on the column of Alucard’s neck just as he was about to sip the wine from his glass. Yet, moments later you find a dagger digging at the exposed skin of your neck. “Ai, and here I thought consummation would be the easier part,” you reply without a care in the world.

Dressed in the colors of your kingdom, wearing the jewels provided by you Alucard looks ravishing even with the murderous glint in his eyes. Unfettered by the dagger pressing close to your neck your arms circle Alucard’s waist, pulling him closer. 

Alucard flinches as the tip of his dagger nicks your neck. “Dearest consort feel free to kill me if you can manage all the paperwork of this forsaken palace. Although I will say I have been slacking off the past few days so you might have to work a little harder.” Despite your light-hearted words, Adrian finds it hard to breathe. 

A clang of metal reverberates in the room as he lets go of the dagger in his grasp. Instead, Adrian’s arms circle your neck. Leaning in closer to him your lips remain a hair’s width away as you whisper, “I would have loved to take off your veil but what an injustice would it be to hide you any longer Adrian,” the dhampir’s breath hitches at the mention of his name from your lips. His true name. 

Your lips meet his and they are soft. Adrian’s body heats up at every point of contact as your arms pull him closer. Your lips, hungry fight his own as your teeth nip at his lower lip. Your tongue ventures into his mouth exploring every part of him with unparalleled haste.

There is a wild look in your eyes when you pull away and Adrian would have almost collapsed if not for your hands that hold him steady. 

Adrian feels the cool of night cling to his skin, as you rip open the ceremonial gowns with a care in the world. Peeling off the layers in careless motions. Before Adrian can voice his discontent at your intact gown, or notice the scars of his own past you pull him into the bed. 

Adrian plops down on the plush bed, “Shh,” your finger stops the complaints forming on his lips. “Only words I want to hear from you are the moans of my name and of course and warning of discomfort,” you pluck away all the hairpins that hold Adrian’s hair back. Your own hair falls down like a majestic waterfall. Shielding him from the outside world.

And then in quick motions, you discard your robes in a messy pile beside your bed. Adrian finds his eyes wandering on the planes of your body as yours do on his. “You’ll be in this bed much longer than anticipated husband,” your voice sounds huskier as your hands travel Adrian’s torso. “Maybe I should just keep you here, always ready for me.” your dilated pupils stare back at Adrian. 

But it isn’t fear that fills Adrian even at your crazed words. No…it’s something completely different. Something that makes him want to be here for you. Waiting for you to take him at any passing moment of the day. Waiting for you to drill him into your wedding bed as he screams your name. The name only he is allowed to utter in the entire kingdom. 

You lean back in to kiss Adrian, who meets your kiss with equal enthusiasm. And Adrian’s legs part to accommodate your knee. His pleasure, visible from the eager red erection that springs to life. 

Adrian groans when your knee rubs against his dick. A thrum of pleasure goes through him at barest friction. Your lips trail down leaving a map of hickies down his throat. Your fangs tug at his skin teasing it and nipping it mercilessly. 

Your hands rest on each side of his waist. Holding him from humping onto your knee like a bitch in heat. “Ahh…ugn please,” Adrian finds himself begging you in the very first minutes. He cannot bring himself to care. He truly does not care enough to put appearances for you. But do not allow him. Your hands hold him as your mouth continues traveling down. 

For all your chatter, you remain quiet in bed. Only amused chuckles and clever remarks that put dirty scenarios in his mind grace Adrian. Your hands travel up gripping his chest as your fingers toy with his nipples. “Should we peirce them?” Your nails dig into his sensitive nubs. “Tell me Adrian would you like that? Tight clamps, chains all that would leave your pretty little nipples this beautiful red? So sensitive that even a touch would leave you a moaning mess? Cover you with all the jewels and delicate gold chains like a prized trophy. A pretty present only for the monarch. And then fuck you so good that it leaves you in a mess of jewels and your own cum forever wanting more,” as if on cue your knee rubs on his dick, and Adrian’s eyes cloud. 

“Maybe I could dress you in those see-through silks, that all this would be out for everyone to see. For all our subjects to know how much their beloved consort enjoys playing with his nipples,” your mouth bites his nipple and Adrian arches into you. “y/n please,” he rubs into you. Your words ringing in his mind. Your teeth roll his nub as he continues rutting on your knee. Your tongue sucks his nipple and Adrian’s mind blanks as he comes shooting cum all over you and his own belly. 

However, your knee continues rubbing his dick that stands back up as if it hadn’t just…”Good job husband,” your voice sounds distant. “Ummph,” oversensitivity wrecks Adrian’s body but he cannot bring himself to pull away from your onslaught. 

He obediently opens his mouth to welcome your fingers that taste of himself. He rolls his tongue sucking your fingers taking in his own cum. It doesn’t last long before your fingers pop from his mouth and Adrian whines at the emptiness. 

He is too far gone to notice a slight shuffle as you pluck a small clear bottle from the nightstand. But he feels it when your fingers circle his rim. His mouth falls open when the first tip breaches open his entrance.

Working his muscles you take your time. He feels the lube running down his hole. Trickling in as you work him open. From one to two, your fingers scissor him open. And Adrian finds himself meeting the rhythm of your fingers. “Haah, y/n,” he calls for you and you reply with an endearing kiss on his lips as your fingers keep him open.

“Patience consort,” and then he feels it. The tip of your strap on entering him. Cold compared to the rest of your body. “Please,” Adrian widens his legs as you enter him inch by inch until he feels too full. Wrapping his arms around your neck and his legs around your torso Adrian rocks back into you as you ram into him.

The pressure of his own movements leaving a sweet pressure on your cunt. Sweat, lube, cum all cover you both as you drive the dildo into Adrian’s hole. Moans, groans, and pants fill the room. 

Adrian’s dick quivers with pleasure as it stays trapped between the both of you. Each movement rubbing it towards another orgasm. You kiss Adrian as pleasure builds inside you from the friction of the strap-on and Adrian’s hurried movements.

The tip of the dildo hits his prostate as Adrian comes with you. Both your juices mingle on the wedding bed. “Told you consummation was the easier part,” your words earn you a swat from your consort. 

Maybe some need love to live, but for Adrian being the bane of your existence is enough.