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"MC's such a bitch. She's so mean to Sylus :("

Sylus in the privacy of his room after having his shoulder used as a stool, having his hot gf grab him by the collar and being bossed around by her:

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Crow family Pt. ...

Luke: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

MC: Strong.

Kieran: Weak.

Sylus: An idiot, is what your are.

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first day of my big girl 9-5 job and all i can think of is nanami kento 💔💔💔

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warning: gun play, sub!sylus, car sex, riding, headlock, overstimulation, that trailer changed me, MDNI

gunplay with sylus….except you’re the one armed. He could never point a gun at you in such manner. No, he could never subject you to such disrespect, such belittlement to point a weapon in the direction of his sweetie. Though he doesn’t exempt himself, rather he’s soaking it up. Meanwhile you’re soaking for him, sunk all the way down his thick shaft with a forearm at his throat, a Harriet 700 pointed to the side of his head, trailing the barrel down to his jaw, letting him feel the cool metal as the rest of his body turns hot.

“You’re sick….look at how much you love this” You whisper, applying more pressure to his throat to hear him groan, locking him with the headrest in the passengers seat, watching as he puts both hands up in a surrender.

“Y-you look like you are too, sweetie, I know you…can feel it” He grunts, trying to thrust up into you as you torture him with the slow drag of your hips, cunt stretching around him so slow you can feel every throbbing vein on his cock. You click off the safety, pointing the barrel under his chin to make him look at you. He’s filthy, dragging his tongue on the side of the gun until he reaches your lips, groaning into your mouth as he tilts you back, begging you silently to use him, ruin him, make him fall apart.

It doesn’t take much, not much at all.

You give in to his pleas, riding him until his chest is heaving, lips quivering as you point the gun back at his head, telling him how pretty he looks when he’s writhing.

“Sweetie please…I can’t- handle anymore.” He grunts, looking down at your gooey pussy bouncing up and down faster and faster, chasing your own high now after making him cum so many times he’s gonna be shooting blanks soon.

It’s a sticky, slippery mess that may as well ruin his fancy car. But he doesn’t care, he just needs you; reaching to touch you- any part of you he can, to feel your skin as you fuck him. “Hands off.” You demand, hearing his load groan, though he obeys. “Cum for me again Sy, you can do it right? For me, yeah?” You say in his ear, but it comes off much, much differently with a gun to his head.

Yet he nods, incoherent now, feverish nods and pants. Embarrassingly fast, he cums another load inside you, hearing you pull the trigger with an empty click.

…

You show him the barrel, the next shot would have been lethal, and now he’s hard again.

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thinking about sylus again

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HIHIHII

I absolutely love the way you wrote Alucard!! Alsoo, hurt/comfort is my favourite trope ever, so I was wondering if you could please write something with it? Imagine reader got hurt while fighting night creatures or something else entirely (up to you) and Alu comforted them, it would be so cute😭

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us, I love rereading your fics! You are so talented fr 😭🫶

HERE YOU GO ML!!! Thank you so much for the request and your kind words 💗💗💗

I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY MWAH

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silent apologies ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ⏦ﾟ♡︎

synopsis: After deciding to go out and protect the villagers under attack by yourself, your Husband must tend to your wounds.

tags: angst, comfort, mentions of wounds/blood

a/n:ii blonde vampire men 🚬

w.c: 0.6k

⏦ﾟ♡︎ You grit your teeth as Alucard pushes a damp cloth against the wound in your side. The gash burns, it stings, but not nearly as much as the guilt crawling up your throat and urging to spill upon seeing the state of panic you’ve put your husband into.

"Hold still," he murmurs. His voice is still soft, but laced with that familiar feeling of restrained emotion, something the both of you were rather accustomed to as of late.

"I am holding still," you snap, more sharply than you intend, or wished- like a dog who doesn’t know why it bites.

His eyes flick up to yours. His amber eyes, always glowing, now dimmed.

"You went out alone." He says, still tending to you and avoiding your eyes.

"I had to. The village it was-"

"The village has their own guards. I thought we agreed- you agreed-you said you wouldn't leave the grounds without me. Again.”

You flinch- not from the cloth pressing into your tender flesh, but from the disappointment that flooded his expression.

"I just… didn't want to bother you." You confess.

Alucard freezes, the cloth in his hand soaked red.

"Is that what you think this is? A bother?" His voice is low, not dangerous, but trembling slightly enough for you to detect. "Do you think watching you bleed is something l'd rather deal with?"

You look away, throat tightening. "I didn't want you to worry."

"Well, it’s too late for that darling."

You wanted to argue. You want to say that you're not made of glass, that you've fought before, that you can take care of yourself and you don’t need him to protect you from everything in the world. But the words turn to ash when you meet his eyes again, finally, full of heartbreak.

Alucard drops the cloth and exhales slowly, letting it sink down the small bowl of water.

"When I found you...for a moment I didn’t think you were breathing." He exhales.

"I was," you whisper, reaching to hold his thumb.

"You were barely," he shoots back. "There was blood in the dirt, yours, so much I coult smell it. I thought-" He cuts himself off, jaw tightening.

You tighten your hand, shaky and weak. "But I’m here now, Adrian…”.

He doesn't speak. Just brushing a strand of hair from your face, fingers ghosting against your skin.

"I'm sorry," you add, quieter this time. "I didn't think it'd get that bad."

He exhales through his nose, trying to cool the fire beneath his chest. "That's the problem.

“You didn't think."

Your lip trembles. "Do you really think I wanted this to happen?"

"I think you're reckless when it comes to your own life," he replies bitterly. "But not mine. Or anyone else's. You would die for anyone-but never let anyone risk themselves for you."

"You're not a burden. You're my wife."

You close your eyes, tears spilling over.

"I hate that you had to see me like that."

"I'd rather see you broken and breathing than not at all," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please, listen to me now. It’s okay to need me. I want you to. As I do for you.”

Your voice is barely audible. "I don't know how to need someone without feeling weak."

"You don't need to be strong all the time," he murmurs. "Not with me. Let me carry you when you can't stand."

You nod slowly, finally allowing the weight of it all to rest on his shoulders.

"Im scared," you admit.

Alucard pulls you gently into his arms, careful of your wound. "So am I. But we'll be scared together."

He kisses your temple, your hair, the corner of your mouth. A thousand silent apologies.

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COMING BACK TO LJKE 4 ALUCARD REQUESTS AGHHHXHEBXB

they will ALL be written for guys this is making my heart so happy

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so….i started playing this at 10 and stayed up til 1:30 and it was so worth it

got ending 3 heheheheheh

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so glad the alucard loving community is alive and well and sending me reqs bc i love him sm guys you don’t understand 💔💔💔

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i just love love and deepspace so much because the writers inadvertently subvert what is arguably the most popular trope in romance right now that is absolutely plaguing the genre: the callous, cold, (borderline) abusive mafia boss/bad boy/criminal of some kind. sylus is, at first glance, expected to follow all the ten booktok commandments of this trope, like he looks like what you’re supposed to picture when these books are brought up. he comes into the story mysterious, curt, domineering, almost to lull you into an expectation of where this is going. you’ve seen this before, it’s the most popular romance trope of the decade after all, the red flag booktok biker bad boy.

but instead, within literally a few chapters, he is so fucking tender. he is the most emotionally secure out of all the love interests. he looks at our character with nothing but absolute softness and warmth in his eyes. he is ruthless and he is a killer, but our character will know absolutely nothing but gentleness with him from here on out. even canonically in the bedroom, too, what you would expect from this booktok bad boy archetype is a dominant man who relies on violent and/or misogynistic sexual beliefs to fulfill his pleasure; but instead he submits, maybe not in the way you’re thinking of, but he truly gives himself over to our character, all of him on a silver platter. he’s a one woman man (for centuries), constantly asking for confirmation, going slowly with gentle hands, taking the time to imprint nothing but love and care with them. he’s secure in his masculinity, not possessive, protective yes but still knows and trusts that his lover can handle herself. in fact, loves the fact that she can handle herself, especially when up against him. (the man is canonically a bratty sub and i will die on that hill but that’s neither here nor there.)

sylus is the breath of fresh air that the heterosexual genre of romance media desperately needs.

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sylus, dry humping, and a glass of wine.

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welcome back king (do NOT let xavier see this)

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this this this

sylus is a loverboy to. his. core.

and that, to me, gives the softest of soft doms. pleasure dom to the max idk idk

the first time you even bring up the idea of him being rough with you he’s slightly flabbergasted, but he will do anything that you ask him, so of course he’s gonna fuck you with his hand around your throat, and he’s gonna spank you but he’s gonna make sure he didn’t hit you too hard, “are you okay, sweetie? was that too hard?”

you'd reassure him that, no it wasn't too hard, and he can be rougher. pointing out that he's the big bad leader of onychinus, and he accepts that you're right but asserts that you're too precious to him to ever be anything less than respectful to you.

but that was months ago and he’s definitely found his stride. sex was never bad with him ever, but since he's embraced a different side of him you're in complete and utter heaven and so is he. he likes to see you panting and writhing underneath him. he likes to watch you come undone as he whispers the filthiest things in your ear. he gets off on it. he gets off on the feeling he gets when you give him complete control, knowing that you trust him enough to let him do whatever he wants with you.

“that’s it…” his hand reaches between your bodies to circle your sensitive clit, “that’s my beautiful girl. you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? gonna cum for me?” you’re too overwhelmed by the pleasure to form a coherent word. he circles your clit a bit faster, “hmm?” he prompts, he knows you’re fucked out, completely overwhelmed by his cock but he wants to taunt you, wants to give himself a reason to punish you just a bit. he waits for a moment, slows his thrusts just a bit to see if you’ll speak up but when you don’t he almost smirks.

a sharp swat to your ass makes you gasp, “answer me.” he demands, and you do, “yes!” you grunt out, the lingering sting mixing with his work on your clit and the deep feeling of his cock pressing in and out of you at a blinding pace.

“yes what, kitten?” he doesn’t let up on you at all, he loves to watch you like this. you know you’re fluttering around him, your climax is fast approaching. he knows it too because he can feel it, the way you’re gripping his cock, he knows.

“yes m’gonna cum for you!” he hums, happy with your answer. a sloppy kiss is placed on your lips so quick you barely have enough time to kiss him back. he leans back, holding your legs open so that he can watch his cock disappear inside of you with each thrust, his pace is reaching a fever pitch.

“you’re perfect,” he says, watching you as you come undone, “fuck, look at you, you’re so beautiful cumming on my cock.”

he gets off on you getting off, so as you're still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm, he's falling into his. spilling into you with a deep groan, his hips stuttering for the first time all night. aftercare is incredibly important to him, too, so he gives himself a moment to catch his breath before he's springing into action. kissing your face gently, checking in with you “did i hurt you? are you okay, my love?”

he's gently cleaning you up, though he does like the sight of his seed spilling out of you, he knows you hate the mess so he’s quick to get everything cleaned up. if you're thirsty he's getting you water, he's carrying you to the bathroom to pee afterward, everything he's just such a lover boy!!!

i could scream about this forever.

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holy shit i js checked and there’s 4k of you now AHHH THANK YOU SM!!!!

i adore you freaks and now it’s time to clock into the cock factory and write more for you lovely people

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i started playing honkai star rail again, EXPECT SOME MYDEI SMUT COMING SOON….

i missed my princess (boothill)

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the holy trinity in 76 pulls total…wtf is this luck