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Replying to your reblog here.
Yes, start with the smallest idea you have. When I started this fic blog last July, I just wanted to publish that one story I wrote and I happened to try asking people to give me prompts to motivate me to practice writing. I didn’t expect to actually get lots of requests.
Now, I have a couple dialogue lines and POV thoughts in my drafts that don’t even belong to a story yet. They’re simply lines I thought of that I think would sound very good. I’ll either find a request they fit in or write my own thing around them. Don’t let ideas go. Write them. :)
—Alucarddear
Could it be? It is… My first ever ask!! Thank you m8!
I have trouble getting started, as well as writing for characters I didn’t create, which is where the bulk of my problem lies. The idea I have requires me to write for Dracula during the year between Lisa’s death and the beginning of his attack on humanity, which we didn’t really get to see in the show. So on top of my writing anxieties, I have to create my own version of what that year was like.
I’ve never written a fic before, but your advice should help me get the start I need to make something people will love! Thank you, and thanks again for your ask!
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Position anon again, would you please write a NSFW alphabet for Alucard? Pretty please? 🥺
Alucard N S F W Alphabet*
I'm personally offended that I haven't done this for Lulu before. Anyway, rather than just spelling out his name, I'll give you the entire alphabet. Heh. This is LONG! Your thoughts and keyboard smashes are welcome. 🤭
P.S. I go explicit and specific; read at your own risk. I also tried my best to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, so this is [Alucard x You]. However, I did have a little self-indulgent fun with W: wild card, the only section with an obvious she/her indication. Just so you know!
A: Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Aftercare is not optional to this dhampir. It's a must. It doesn't matter if you had a quick romp or a long night, he'd still take the time to treat you right, especially if he'd been rather rough with you.
Forehead kisses, soft caresses, helping clean you up—you name it and he's got it covered. It's all about making sure you feel loved, appreciated, and cared for.
Alucard is not one to just up and leave or make you feel used. In fact, it's noticeable how much more he dotes on you after actually using you up good and fucking you raw into next week. 😏
B: Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s)
Your neck. Let's not even pretend that Alucard doesn't gravitate towards it. As you ride him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and nips and pecks at your throat. There's a part of him that wants to sink his fangs into you then and there and another that wants nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings against your skin as you throw your head back in bliss.
Alucard likes his hands—the way they're so large against yours; how perfectly your hands feel in his own. He likes his hands gripping your thighs or hips, his hand coming down to slap your ass, his hands caressing every inch of you. The way his hand closes around your wrist, encircling it completely as if it was made to do nothing but. The way he pushes you down with his hand on the small of your back as he prepares to take you from behind. Most of all, all of the things his hands can do to make you cum.
C: Cum (anything to do with cum)
Alucard's desire to spill his seed inside you is next to nothing sometimes. If you'd let him, he'd bury himself balls-deep and cum inside you each and every time.
He loves to make you cum, loves the way you sound—the hitching of your breath, your begging, the way you can barely keep yourself from shaking as he coaxes yet another orgasm out of you. He loves to praise you for it. "God, you're fucking beautiful," is something you hear often. It just never gets old.
D: Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Alucard loves when you allow him to bend you over whichever way he pleases. Loves how tiny and pliable you look underneath him, adjusting and propping your arms and legs as he sees fit. Just the sight of you like that, it's enough to push him over the edge.
So, you know he draws you—you are his muse after all. You've seen his sketches. But not the ones of your beautiful, naked body. Not even the tasteful pieces he draws as you sleep. Not the ones where, try as he might, he just can't replicate how utterly divine you look when he fucks you. He's a talented artist, but nothing tops the real thing.
E: Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Is he very experienced? No. Does he know what he's doing? Hell yes. His mother was a doctor and his father is a man of science. He lives in a castle full of resources. He has deep knowledge of biology—he's got the theory down pat. Sure, he fumbled a little the first few times, but he quickly learnt how you like to be pleased.
Besides, being a dhampir, Alucard is in tune with your body's responses to his ministrations. When you're intimate, he can practically feel your heart racing, dear. He knows when you're close, can tell when he's hitting it good, need I say more?
F: Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Mastery. He sits on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor to support you sitting on top of him with your legs bent on either side of him, your feet flat on the bed. This position allows you to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss. It lets you start off slow, very intimate—with you grinding against and riding him. Once you're a little tired (or he starts growing impatient), he simply grips your hips and pounds up into you until you're a screaming wreck. His grip on your hips and his feet securely planted on the floor allows him to rut into you fast. And the view? Fucking fantastic. He loves watching you come undone like this, seeing you throw your head back and expose your throat to him. Yes.
For a quick romp, you can't go wrong with doggy style. When you're in his study and you both get a little too distracted? He’ll bend you over his desk and have his way with you.
G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Oh, he's very serious about giving both of you a good time, alright. He might do something that makes you giggle, sure, but for the most part it's probably accidental and not his intention. Sex with Alucard can be intimate and sweet or downright animals humping in the undergrowth (👀), no in between. He's not here for the shits and giggles, darling.
H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It does match. Maybe not all the time completely bare, but he keeps himself neat and tidy. Do you see his luxurious hair? He takes care of himself down there too.
I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Alucard loves to see you and hear you. He's considerate and goes out of his way to find what works for you. So much so he probably has ruined you for anyone else. You'll never find a more receptive lover; it’s time to accept that.
When you make sweet love, he whispers sweet nothings against your skin. He peppers kisses all over you and makes you feel like the most gorgeous being on the planet. He's not afraid to voice his thoughts out loud too, praising you and urging you on.
J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
You remember those naughty sketches of you? Yep. He has used them a couple times while you were away. You're in his thoughts whenever he touches himself.
K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Edging. He not-so-secretly loves it when you beg. How are you to know how much more you can take? He'll just have to show you.
When you moan his name as you grip the sheets and quake beneath him? Yeah. He loves it, especially when you can barely even make out the words for “Adrian, please, please, please.”
When you take control and ride him like your life depends on it, it does something to his brain. You on top, taking control and looking absolutely beautiful as you do so... he could cum just from the thought of it.
There is a part of him that likes the thought of cumming deep inside you and breeding you. Maybe it's that loneliness that sometimes nags at him, maybe he yearns for a family, but he can't lie this feels utterly divine.
L: Location (favourite places to do the do)
The bed is cliche, but it works and is comfortable. Your kitchen counter, desk, against the wall or a tree, table, or out at some secluded clearing by the lake... Alucard is truly not that picky, as long as you're not out in the public for other eyes to see and you’re both comfortable.
M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your reactions and enthusiasm. Knowing you're into it just as much as he is.
When you sashay towards him, crooking your finger at him to beckon him closer? He's right there with you in a heartbeat.
When you wear his shirt and it swallows your smaller frame? It turns him on more than he lets on.
When you moan his name and gasp and writhe in pleasure. When you beg for him to take you harder, faster, and deeper. It just about short-circuits his brain.
N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Any form of bondage or restrictions to his movement. It brings up unnecessary trauma and makes him feel that he's not in control or safe. He is mostly a switch, sure, letting you take control and dominate too, but tying him up is just a no-go for him.
He won't transform into a wolf. It's practically bestiality, which he's not down for.
Somnophilia or any other act where consent can be dubious. He's just big on consent and trust, for obvious reasons.
O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves having absolute control over your pleasure, knowing it's him coaxing the sighs and moans and screams out of you. He enjoys how easily he can make you cum and drive you mad.
That said, he also loves watching you pleasure him, taking as much of his hard length as you can, especially whenever you greedily swallow his load.
P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends. Sex can be whatever it needs to be in the moment. While he loves nothing more than to take his time and make sweet love to you, he also loves ravaging you and leaving you utterly spent. It's satisfying either way.
The usual case is he begins slowly and sensually, but by the end of it (and sometimes without warning), he's rutting into you like his life depends on it.
Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He isn't above having a quickie if that is all time permits, but he would really much rather have his way with you properly!
R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Given that he's a dhampir, he knows exactly how to go unseen or unnoticed. It's likely his risk assessment is much more honed. You might think you're being risky, but he is well aware of the chances of you getting caught in the act.
As for experimenting—other than his hard reservations (the ones listed in N), he is game to experiment and try different things you may be curious about as long as you both feel safe and comfortable about them.
S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a dhampir... need I say more? The chances of you exhausting him first is little. Sorry to burst your bubble. 😆 He's got stamina for days, honey.
T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Alucard is not above using toys to pleasure you. But what can a toy do that he can't do better? Hah. Chances are he will attempt to learn how it pleases you and try to replicate that with his own cock, mouth, and hands.
U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can be such a little tease. You know the way he banters. That snark and sass can sometimes make their way inside the bedroom too.
"What was that, darling?" he'd ask, as if his amazing sense of hearing wasn't enough to register your begging as he edges you for the nth time. "Tsk. Patience, my love..." he would even dare chide you!
Alucard also loves to glide his fangs over your skin, just enough to leave a faint mark but not enough to draw blood.
V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not shy to let you know he’s having a good time, but he’s also not overly loud. He gasps, moans, and curses, a tight-lipped “Fuck!” slipping out once in a while.
W: Wild card (a random headcanon)
He loves to praise you. His way of talking dirty is to let you know how good you feel around him. How ethereal you are, how perfect for him, how you taste so sweet.
He encourages you as he pushes you over the limit. “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it. Cum for me,” he would say. He’d place a kiss on your open mouth as you convulse around him as he rips yet another orgasm out of you. “My sweet darling,” he would groan, wiping the sweat off your brow. “How perfect you are. Good girl.” And just like that, he’s about to do it all over again. RIP. 😫
X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s active and it shows. He’s well built without being overly bulky. It suits him—muscular/toned yet elegant and lean.
He’s packing a just-about-above average penis, but nothing you cannot handle. The man’s over six foot, it just fits.
Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Alucard is the type to yearn and pine, so set the volume level up cause he cannot get enough of you. Enough said.
Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sometimes you drift off to sleep together, but you usually fall asleep first.
He’s a night owl. He’d take you in his arms and stroke your hair as you sleep, admiring the way you glow under the moonlight, and wonder how he got so lucky to have found you. 🤍🌙
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Hi there, was hoping I could ask your advice if it’s okay! How might someone relatively new to the Castlevania fandom on Tumblr get to know the community better? 👋 I know everyone is super hyped for Nocturne, so I figured now was a good time to try to become more active in the fandom!
Hello dear, you're absolutely on point! 🕸️The Fandom🦇 is slowly awakening now that the Nocturne sequel is hitting the bend, so this is the perfect time to dive in, I'd say.
Now, I tend to be a fandom hermit personally on here for Reasons, but this isn't about me. Here's some resources!
Follow the tags! I noticed some of the most popular ones are #castlevania, #castlevania nocturne, #castlevania netflix, #castlevania fanfiction, #netflix castlevania. If you have particular character faves, follow their tags too
There are many creatives involved and versed in the Castlevania show&game lore on here. Browse the tags and posts, see what sounds interesting to you. Reblogging or commenting are always good ideas. If you see a piece of meta you like, comment, reblog, send asks, see where it gets you! This fandom has low key gained me some friends for certain.
Here's some blogs from which I've seen plenty of castlevania show (and game inspired) media, I've not interacted with all but worth checking out, mostly going from my side-blog items heh:
kundool
almond-aulait
isnipedgodlastsaturday
bornfreakdraws
@chrysonoe
@akut0u
@akutouart
func44
aeeriz
askvarneyakadeath
@sandwichartistdatzu
@ignix191
theocarina
kinginthemask
@wyyvernn
trevorsmellmont
thekaryna
tirtyturtle
ash-and-starlight
autumnmobile12
funsetsunset
@askadrianalucardtepes
@davisd00dles
akulols
@hunterssymphony
@amandajgaskins
@avatarchai
etherati
justsayapple
fruitsuccubus
@demigoddessqueens
@kkeidawrites
@fandomn00blr
@kiatheinsomniac
alucarddear
aquilaofarkham
alpaca-clouds
nocturneprince
felixfellow
???
Other informative/fun blogs:
@alucarddaily
@castlevania-gallery (art reblogs)
@the-keep-under-gresit
Blogs of people involved in the show(s) relatively active here:
tendermiasma is a character artist on Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne
samueldeats blog belongs to Sam Deats, director of the series along with Adam Deats
This list is by no means exhaustive and I am missing blogs for sure, therefore making this rebagel🥖able for anyone who wants to say hi, self-promote, both, or just add to the list.
Welcome to the fandom!
PS: won't comment on fandom dynamics or conflict, I avoid that as a rule, but remember to curate your experience: use the privacy and block features available. One aspect that (for now) makes tumblr different to other socials is that your fandom experience here is highly influenced by who you follow/see in the tags.
I'll also say the series fandom is *very* vibrant on twitter (or 'X', now, I guess). So if you're up for the latest and greatest, it's usually there. Not sure if you use that platform tho.
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fav fanfic writers:
@jcbbby
@alucarddear
@dommyqueenwrites
@witchthewriter
@hagofyourdreams
@angelst4re
@bonkers-4-hatter
love you all <33
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for the fanfic writer ask game! 1, 17, and 18?
What is your most popular fic?
I am pretty sure on tumblr it's this "what if I hurt you" prompt with Alucard, although it's just a drabble.
On archive it is Do Not Disturb.
17. Are there any writers and/or stories that you consider an influence?
@actuallysaiyan in every way. I'm pretty sure that 80% of my writing would not happen without her cheering me on. @carnal-lnstinct is a writer I really admire because they write such creative and detailed scenarios.
18. Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!)
Everyone I Love Is Dead by @actuallysaiyan if you like angst with some fluff mixed in. It's the closest I've come to crying while reading something.
Hunting Hares by @alucarddear is just the right amount of tantalizing and if you're imagination is anything like mine, this drabble will make it run wild.
Unfortunately, I haven't had as much time to read multichapters lately so I don't have any to recommend right now. But if anyone has suggestions I am always open to taking them!
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Girl, stop. You write so well. 😳 You do the surroundings, the detailing that escapes me 90% of the time.
—alucarddear
Eeee tysm!
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Alucard’s fangs* 👀
Nobody asked for this, but my brain needed to spit this out. Enjoy! [Alucard x You]
P.S. heads into the NSFW* zone.
Sometimes, Alucard catches you staring at his teeth. The first time you told him you liked his fangs, he blushed.
You find it adorable the way they’d peek out whenever he’d talk or smile or laugh or kiss.
The way they’d extend when he’d hiss or when he feels threatened (usually when protecting you)… you get reminded just how dangerous your lover truly is. How those fangs can kill and maim. The thought sends shivers down your spine, like you almost can’t believe they weren’t made just for kissing you.
As much as you like his fangs though, Alucard has a habit of trying to hide them when speaking—so much so he sometimes sounds like he’s murmuring.
When he smirks at you, one side of his mouth showing off a fang… you know he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. This man knows how to use them for good. 😏
When he tears open packages, letters, your underwear, with his teeth. 👀
The way goosebumps would pepper your skin whenever he’d graze it with his fangs. The anticipation and danger of knowing he can just bite into you and suck you dry, yet knowing he wouldn’t—that you’re safe—adds to the heat of the moment.
His open-mouthed kisses on your thighs.
When he sucks on your fingertips, grazing them ever so faintly…
When you ride him and he throws his head back with a plea, panting with his mouth half open, those wretched fangs making you want to kiss him so urgently.
You love the way he kisses your lips so softly, gently, as if afraid of accidentally hurting you. And the way it contrasts with those desperate nights when your lips lock with barely any care for drawing blood.
The way he licks at your lips, languidly lapping at little droplets of blood, murmuring his sincere apologies against your mouth. “You taste so sweet, my darling.”
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what if alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated? like she wakes up in the middle of the night almost crying and then occurs to her “oh, I was dreaming” but she’s still a little bit mad and get away from his embrace which wakes him up and he’s like “babe what’s wrong?” “you cheated” and he’s like “what? I didn’t!”. a little bit fluffy in the end with him assuring her that this will never happen because he loves her too much 🥹
+more requests that are along the same vein. Here’s to some of you seeking a comfort drabble with our beloved meow meow. 🤍🦇
Immutable Truth
Alucard’s wife dreams that he cheated on her. [She/her]
It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you.
Alucard wakes to the sound of his wife sniffling next to him.
He wipes the sleep from his eyes and immediately attempts to take her in his arms, but she wouldn't budge. “What’s wrong? Another nightmare?”
He expects some half-slurred sad story—the usual culprit that breaks her sleep—but meets instead a fierce glare.
Her eyes are burning. "I dreamt that you cheated on me!"
His wife's remark almost had him laughing, if not for the distress on her face.
“What? Love, I never would,” he states calmly. “Hush now. It’s a bad dream and nothing more, I assure you.”
"Adrian, I-I..."
And there it is, the sight he dreads the most. Quivering lips, reddened eyes, tears that wouldn't seem to stop. Her sobbing pierces straight through his heart and fills him with the overwhelming need for anything to have it stop, anything to make her feel better.
"Hush now, darling. It was nothing but a bad dream. Come here," he says, arms open to receive her. She glares at him yet again.
“Should I be offended, my love? I would never look another way; surely you know this to be true.” But his words don’t get him anywhere. She wouldn't accept his embrace.
Sigh. "Alright, I won't touch you. But would you tell me, please, darling? So that I may soothe your worries." I hate to see you cry.
"I dreamt that y-you chose someone else over m-me; t-that you l-left me—hic—just like that..."
Oh.
He listens patiently, giving his wife time to let it all out and calm herself.
“You are constantly at the receiving end of confessions after confessions. Letters, presents, barely veiled affection right in front of my eyes, even though we're married!"
It is true, Alucard has to admit. Ever since the establishment of Belmont Village, he had been somewhat popular. There are some that have been, for lack of a better word, persistent despite his martial status.
He nearly cringed. He had an inkling that those incidents bothered her but chose to downplay them in lieu of causing a rift. The idea of ever leaving her had always been ludicrous at best, but he realises now that he should have been doing a much better job of reassuring her. He should have been firmer in rejecting others' advances.
Alucard takes her hands in his, and this time she lets him. “I understand," he says. "I have gotten used to the attention as of late that I…" He shakes his head. "No, there is no excuse. I apologise. I would do better.”
He caresses her cheeks, tenderly wiping away new tears that are threatening to form before they could have the chance to break his heart in pieces.
“I want you to know that their words hold very little weight to me,” he whispers lovingly, staring straight into her eyes as if imploring her to see through him, to view the vastness of his love.
Then, he presses soft kisses just below her eye. “Hush now, sweetheart, please, my lovely wife… It pains me to see you this way.”
If she only knew just how little it takes for her to break his heart in two. Even before she gave herself to him, he’d wanted nobody else. Hearing her crying over something he considers utterly impossible… he should have been doing a much better job of proving himself to her. If anything, he’s disappointed in himself.
It’s only you whose love and affection cause a stomping in my heart, a magnitude of which I have never felt before, he wants to express but couldn’t find the right words to. It's only you whose very voice is enough to lift my spirit. How could I ever hope to replace this feeling? To love another? To abandon you would be akin to losing everything. Everything.
"I have everything I could ever want. I have you."
It is immutable truth. Just as the sun is bright and the nights are dark, I love you. I love you and I am yours.
“There’s only you, darling. I love only you.“
Alucard goes on to reason with her. “Have I ever given you cause to worry? When was the last time?”
When was the last time? He looks at her as if to challenge her. The very notion of him looking another way was almost laughable if his beloved wife wasn’t in agony over it.
“Don’t you make light of my commitment to you,” he tells his wife solemnly. How long has he to live? A thousand years, if not more, yet all of it he wishes to spend with her. It’s almost frightening, truly, the depth of his affection and adoration for this woman. His want—his need—for her runs so deeply it’s enough for him to believe it can transcend lifetimes.
The thought of being somewhere, anywhere, without her is frightening in and of itself. How was he to even ponder it?
“There is not a life in which I would ever abandon you,” he says plain and simple. The surest thing in the world.
“There is only you, my darling wife,” he says pointedly. “In any life, in any place, I would choose you.” In a heartbeat. Always. It’s only fitting, he thinks. For there was nothing before she came into his life.
“I’m sorry…” his wife mumbles, avoiding his eyes, looking adorably like a petulant child ashamed of her blunder. It makes him smile. Silly girl.
“It’s alright, please; you had a valid concern. And I don’t wish for you to misunderstand. I am not angry.” He opens his arms to receive her, to shield her. “Come here to me.”
This time, she tilts her face toward his like a sunflower to the sun, a pleased smile now etching itself onto her mouth. Alucard places a kiss upon it and captures her in his arms. Yours. All yours.
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Alucard drinking his lovers blood-😩😩😩
Mine*
Alucard feeds on his lover during sex.
Note: *Smut drabble ahead. This contains 18+ written material. [She/her]
I wanted this to be sfw, but I ended up just going for the usual passable excuse in vampire fiction—sex truly works.
The dhampir starts slowing down his pace, prolonging the inevitable. He bucks into his lover with enough force at just the right angle, coaxing a particularly drawn-out moan from her. He chuckles low against her lips, watching the way her face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the fact that he is causing it.
Even in his darkened room, she is beautiful.
Soon, he has her panting, writhing, gripping the sheets, his name falling off her lips in a repetitive litany he could’ve sworn rivalled those sung in hymns, if only they weren’t followed by vile fucks and shits and harder, faster, please, Adrian, please.
How could he ever say no to his little darling?
Adrian picks up his pace, his hips stuttering against hers in rapid successions, the slapping sound of their coupling nearly drowning out every dirty little thought swimming in his head. “Yes, that’s it,” he says. “Squirm for me.”
His lover arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Adrian, I-I—” she pants harder, faster, voice going higher in pitch to match the shaking of her legs. She grips him as if her life depends on it. The coil is tightening. Too much, too much—
“Shhh,” he coos, supporting her, holding her by her arched waist and hitting her spot over and over. He presses his face to her breasts and convinces her that “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it.”
She’s so soft, so warm, and mine, mine, mine.
Fuck. He’s close, and with the way she is clamping around his length, he knows she is too.
It’s time.
“Darling,” he rasps, his thrusting becoming desperate, yet she is already throwing her head back, baring her throat to him willingly.
Adrian hears her heart beating, racing, as she chases her orgasm, her own hips meeting his every thrust. He smells her everywhere—tantalising, flooding him with a different kind of hunger, yet he senses no fear in her, only desire. He gulps.
His fangs extend and he zeroes in on her neck, grasping her by her hair.
She barely feels the sinking of his fangs as her searing white-hot climax hits her hard, leaving her clawing at his back, mouth open in a silent scream, limbs shaking, shuddering, writhing.
He empties himself buried deep inside her quivering cunt, back stiffening, his moan muffled by his suckling at her throat.
As always, she tastes sweet like cherry wine.
#my boy deserves sex without him shedding tears for any reason grr#i will not accept it#adrian tepes#alucard#castlevania#alucard tepes#alucard x reader#alucard fanfic#alucarddear writes#alucarddear: mine#Alucard smut#Adrian tepes smut
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What do you think turn-ons and turn-offs would be for our pretty vampire boy
Alucard’s kinks*
[You] *CW: contains sexual themes, namely turn-ons and turn-offs. It gets specific.
Note: Ooh! Listen, I love this. I feel like our Sunshine Prince might’ve been a full-on Sub if the Taka+Sumi incident didn’t happen. I HC him to be a switch because of the need for some semblance of control!
Subject me to your thoughts and violent reactions. 😪
Turn-offs
He’s not a big fan of an overly potty mouth, in general. You can cuss here and there, but every time you speak is just too much. Please, have some class.
If you’re overly flirty with everyone, that’s also a no because he is a monogamous lover. He wants you all to himself and likewise, he gives his all to you. Being overly flirty with everyone can make him feel like he’s not special to you after all.
He will never fall for someone who is unkind or sadistic in any way at all. He will not even pay you any attention. That also goes for someone shallow who only likes him for his looks or status.
Bondage. Yes, you saw that coming, didn’t you? Anything that restricts his movement, he’s uncomfortable with for obvious traumatic reasons.
Facials. He’s not all about cumming on your face. He’d rather stuff himself deep inside you instead. He’s not one for degradation of any sort and doesn’t feel the need to do that to you. He gulps on that respect juice. However, he doesn’t mind cumming elsewhere—butt, stomach, etc.
Turn-ons:
Intelligence. If you’re well-spoken and your thoughts are logical and you’re not afraid to speak your mind, he might just fall in love with you. He wants someone who won’t shy away from discussions, but can remain respectful about it. Someone creative and intellectual who can match his energy.
He’s putty in your hands if you are caring and understanding yet also capable of being headstrong; someone with both conviction and compassion is someone he can admire.
When you wear his shirt and it looks like a dress on you cause his frame is much larger—the way it’s falling off your shoulder, the V-neck cut of it so deep on you that he gets a good view… It makes him want to take you then and there.
Hair-pulling, back-scratching, those little things you do that gives him a tiny bit of pain that’s also pleasurable. When you show him how much you’re letting go when you fuck.
A partner who fully trusts him, fully submits to him. He finds it so hot when you let him do as he pleases, when you show him how much you want him. When you let him roughly bend you over his desk and fuck you from behind, the wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the castle. But at the same time, when you take control and dominate him, when you ride him til he’s quaking and your legs start shaking, that’s just as hot.
To some smaller degree—breeding kink. Adrian isn’t sure if this is a vampire trait, like some sort of natural hunger to procreate, but… the thought of pushing himself balls-deep in you so he can cum deep inside you turns him on more than he lets on. Especially when you clench around him tightly and milk him for all he’s got as he’s cumming. The thought of putting babies in you, you carrying his offsprings… that’s hot. Needless to say, he is also crazy for a good creampie. 😌
When you moan his name… Honey, it’s over for you and him both.
#the way I bumped this request#I’m obsessed lol#castlevania#alucard#adrian tepes#alucard x reader#alucarddear writes#alucarddear headcanons#adrian fahrenheit tepes#adrian tepes x reader#Alucard fanfic#Alucard smut
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any headcanons on Alucard being touchstarved?
Note: 💯 See this happening during lonely Alucard szn.
Orphaned young, with no other family to boot, Alucard should have gotten used to a solitary life. Yet for a brief time, he’d experienced banter and conversations—friendship—with Sypha and Trevor.
So when the couple left to pursue a life together, he was hit by devastating loneliness. By the realisation that he didn’t have what they had. That he wanted it. So much so he’d found himself fashioning dolls in their likeness, talking to himself—to his only friends’ doll counterparts—as he ate in his cold and large dining hall.
After them, his companions were Taka and Sumi, who, in their own isolation, had been blinded by mistrust. It didn’t last long.
He told himself then that he was done with humans. That he would sleep in his coffin for a century and forget about his desire to hear voices again in his castle, the touch of warm hands or soft smiles or quiet laughter. That he needed to be by himself for a long while. That time will make him forget any yearning, any desire for connection, even if it took a hundred years.
He told himself that he will one day emerge again—stronger, renewed, with a disdain for touch rather than a sick longing for it. Invincible.
But she shows up in his life in the most unexpected way and turns it upside down—ruining his plans, reigniting his thirst. Yet another human, yet another wretched temptation. And he, like the starved fool that he is, snatches the dangling prize and lets her in. Opening, yet again, the possibility of hurt.
But he wants it so bad. Companionship. To have conversations. To feel warmth. To be held by someone who loves him, be loved. To not only hear of it, but experience it too. It outweighs whatever modicum of self-preservation he has in him.
They eventually fall in love, and he is happy again, but so afraid.
With her around, he creates little excuses to touch the skin of her hands as if she might disappear any minute now. To softly and slowly graze his knuckles against her cheek as she sleeps on his lap. He never wants to be without her.
Sometimes when his fear gets bad, he acts as if every moment is the last he gets to spend with her. As if reminding himself that he is no longer alone, he prolongs her every hug, squeezing her tight, and savours her every kiss—keeping her wrapped up in his arms, safe and sound.
Quick pecks, a hand on her waist as they stroll outside, cuddles in the cold, dark nights, and he is happy.
He loves to run his fingers through her hair, to have her kiss his cheeks good night. As long as she is there to receive his embrace when he reaches his arms out in his sleep, then all is well again. He is content.
He does things like nuzzle his face against hers, draw little figures and shapes onto the skin of her stomach, cuddle with as little clothing as possible—his touch light as a feather. Just that skin-on-skin contact he craves for. And when he holds her, he holds her in his arms as if she’s the most precious thing in the world.
She—who came into his life at his lowest like a beacon of light—is cherished, celebrated, protected and loved by him for as long as she would be willing to have him.
“Undeserving as I am,” he tells her once, a sad smile on his face. “Thank you for loving me.”
#bbyy no you deserve it all#castlevania#alucard#adrian tepes#alucard x reader#alucarddear writes#alucard tepes#alucarddear headcanons#adrian fahrenheit tepes#Alucard fanfic
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Oh I have a short doable one!
Ways he would show love to his significant other without using the words “I love you”
Ways Alucard shows you that he loves you without words…
Alucard dear is the epitome of service as a love language and actions speak louder than words. He would massage you when you’re exhausted. He lightens up your load when he notices you’re busy and you don’t even have to ask! Brush your hair after your bath… Read to you when you can’t sleep… Really, you name it—if it’ll help you, he will be willing to take on any burden.
He’d surprise you with breakfasts in bed, picnics, and candlelit dinners from time to time—just to remind you that you’re special. You blushed so hard when Sypha pointed out how spoilt you are by your dhampir! It’s so Adrian you didn’t even realise.
He trains you in sword-fighting. He doesn’t say it, but you know it’s because he doesn’t want to ever lose you. If he can’t be there to protect you, he will make damn sure you’re capable of handling a night creature or a bandit or two.
Whenever he hears of you—any mention at all of your name, he cannot fight the smile that tugs up the corners of his lips.
The way he speaks so highly of you, whether you’re around to hear it or not.
He knows how you take your tea, the way you like to fold your clothes… your little quirks and peculiarities. It’s the little things that he takes note of that makes you realise how giving and warm he is to you. He compromises and puts you first in most situations and it never fails to warm your heart. You’d do the same for him, of course. It’s hard not to for such a lovely man.
His warm embraces, and his soft caressing of your hair… how he longs to be by your side always. Neither of you have to speak to know how one another feels.
The way you can feel his stare from across the room. He could pick you out of an entire crowd easily.
He worries! You know he cares the way he worries over your health, where you’ve been, why you have this or that bruise, etc.
The way he rests his hand on your thigh or wraps his arm around your waist as if to say you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.
#alucard#adrian tepes#castlevania#adrian fahrenheit tepes#alucarddear writes#alucarddear headcanons#Alucard x reader#Alucard fanfic
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the baker imagine is so cute! she always has something baked for him and leaves her shop open a little longer, hoping that he shows up (and pretending her heart doesn't skip a beat when she sees him at the door)
Fine, fine, fine. You guys have coaxed it out of me. Here’s how I picture the baker imagine starts. 🤭
Sugar and spice (Alucard x F!Baker)
She’s the new baker in town. Adrian’s early morning walks has never been the same since her arrival.
Where his mornings used to be marked only by the calming sounds of nature (birds twittering and fluttering about, animals scampering away in bushes, the gentle streaming of his favourite river), nowadays he is enveloped by wafts of spicy cinnamon and sweet syrups that hang in the air for hours on end.
Before long, the sight and sweet scent of the new baker girl becomes just as familiar as his forest trees and animals.
Whenever he passes by her stall in the market, he cannot help but sniff the air. She herself always seems to carry the scent of cinnamon, honey, and vanilla made complex by the gentlest wisp of smoke. She smells to him exactly like one of her pastries on the stand. Delectable.
“Try our new special, Cherry-filled Sticky Buns!” she calls out one day—maybe to nobody in particular, but he stops in his tracks all the same as if she had picked him out from the crowd and called him by name.
One bite and he’s hooked. What’s wrong with me? he admonishes himself. I’m not even fond of sweets… and yet he’s back at it again the next day.
Soon, she starts closing her shop juuust a little later than the usual. Just right after he stops by. Somehow, it just doesn’t feel right to close before her favourite customer gets his pastries for the day. She always throws in a little extra too and tells herself it’s the reason for his frequent visits.
Of course, it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Unbeknownst to her, he was enamoured of her completely. Adrian knows infatuation when he sees it by now. It’s sudden and irrational, so why fight it?
He’s there as soon as she opens the very next day.
#adrian tepes#alucard#adrian fahrenheit tepes#castlevania#alucarddear headcanons#Alucard x baker#Alucard imagine#Alucard fic#Adrian tepes fic
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how do you think Alucard would flirt with someone? all respect to my mans but i'm stuck between thinking he's suave as all hell or that any success in flirting has to be an accident lol
💀 I’m dying. You really are killing me. 😭 I felt this to my core and I have to agree...
But let’s think on it a little. Give him some chance. 😆
How Alucard flirts:
[She/her]
If they’re not in a relationship yet, any flirting is accidental. Truly an act of god. 🤡🤡🤡
He can be downright adorable when he’s terribly in love. He leans close, wanting to be in her space—drawn, magnetised. He may not even realise it. He “flirts” like a bumbling fool. It’s adorable. However, if they were close/platonic friends first, he’s probably a bit playful about it and would banter!
He may accidentally tell her that she looks or smells good, and then fumble hard once he realises what he’s said lol. He also gives himself away by giving her little gifts (often thoughtful ones!) that he then has to make up excuses for.
It’s 💯 her who eventually tells him she returns his feelings, if he doesn’t just kiss her first out of nowhere, that is… All those pent up feelings will eventually make their way out.
However!!! Once it’s mutual, he’s suave as can be, cause by then he’s reassured. He knows he’s wanted and loved. His advances are confident. He becomes a smooth talker and makes her swoon. He will use all the pet names in the world and doesn’t skimp on compliments or loving caresses, sometimes possessive touches.
He dotes on his beloved and lavishes her with attention. Even a look from him can send her gulping in anticipation. 👀
He has her blushing, wondering what’s happened to the sweet, seemingly innocent man she’d met before. :p He can get very naughty. He’s either whispering sweet nothings to her or downright sins. No in between.
Best of all… to everyone else, he’s Alucard, but to her? He is her Adrian. Completely open and utterly himself around her. Contrary to popular belief, he is warm as the hearth. He is fire. Sunlight. He is not the cold spot in the room to his beloved. 🤍
#don’t get me wrong…#he’s an entire clown#answered ask#alucard#castlevania#on alucard#alucarddear headcanons#adrian tepes#adrian fahrenheit tepes
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could u write something abt adrian w a pregnant s/o 🤍🥺
Alucard with a pregnant s/o. He will be so happy. 😭
It was Adrian who first entertained the thought—her recent headaches, irritability, and sensitivity to certain smells. Coupled with her strange food combinations as of late and her delayed bleeding, it pointed to one possibility: she might be pregnant.
She knew his mother was a doctor and his father was a man of science. Both were intellectuals who sired another intellectual. They certainly had taught Adrian a thing or two, and he’d always been her “doctor” so she trusted him. They were both pretty certain, but just to be sure, they went to the village doctor anyway who then confirmed her pregnancy.
The entire time, anyone who didn’t know Adrian would’ve thought him quite nonchalant about it with how cool and composed he was. But as soon as the couple were back home??? he BAWLED for a straight hour. “I… I’m going to be a father?”
He was absolutely petrified. At first, Adrian vacillated between utter terror and unbelievable euphoria. He had no doubt that his s/o will be an excellent mother, but he was absolutely terrified at the thought of fatherhood, especially after doing what he had to do to his own father. He often wondered if he even deserved this. But eventually, he came around til he couldn’t quite contain his excitement!
His eyes are on her all the time. Adrian excitedly comments on how her small bump appears to grow bigger and bigger every day. 🥰 He has a smile on his face whenever he talks about it.
Better believe he will read whatever medical textbook that exists on pregnancy!!! He’s with her through it all, noting any changes every month, making sure everything is going to be okay.
He always talks to the baby. He kneels down and presses his cheek to her belly. He gives plenty of kisses too. At night, he already whispers stories to their little one, and they’re not even out in the world yet. 🥹
One thing is absolutely certain—his baby will want for nothing.
At night, they often cuddle in bed and discuss possible baby names. Adrian doesn’t care what sex the baby will be. He will love them regardless. He cannot wait to teach them all sorts of things.
He already spoils his s/o, but now that she’s pregnant, he is even more doting on her. Whenever he goes to any other room, he asks “Anything you want, darling?” He will get her ANYTHING she asked for if he can help it, no matter the time of day or night. She wants it? She gets it.
He is protective! She hasn’t lifted a single finger since the confirmation of her pregnancy. He simply will not allow it. “I am not fragile, you know,” she’d argue. “I know, darling,” he’d say. “You’re strong, but… just—just let me.” It makes him happy to just be there for her, supporting her all the way. She does all the hard work at this time, after all. In his mind, the best thing he can do at this time is to be there and to take care of the little things for her every step of the way.
Best believe his s/o is eating go grow glow lol. Fruits, vegetables of all sorts, tons of water, no stress, he takes her and their child’s health extremely seriously!
As she goes further along her pregnancy, Adrian is basically glued to her belly, waiting to feel the first kicks.
Most of all, he is extremely proud. As he holds his lover in his arms, swollen with his child, he tearfully marvels at what’s to come. He almost cannot believe the life they created together. He will do everything in his power to protect his little family. Nothing matters more to him than them. 🤍
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