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shroompkinski · 2 days
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i haven't played a single castlevania game, this is my general understanding of the lore
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nigelgraz · 3 days
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Drawing cool and overly detailed earrings is my passion
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alucarddaily · 3 days
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Hello every-nyan...
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fukkatsu-sumi · 1 day
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Alucard, I love him so much...
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auntyokula · 23 hours
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when Carmilla is horny…
(sketch Carmilla x Tera)
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pinkmirth · 1 day
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⸻ 𝒜𝑀𝒫𝐿𝐸!
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𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ this is a response to the ask: ‘how’d you think alucard would be when he’s overstimulated!’ ~ i am so glad you asked, nonnie >.< i’ve been meaning to write a bit of smut for adrian, and this ask was the perfect opportunity to do so! please enjoy, and thank you for reading! ❤︎
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ 800+ words of . . . adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, porn with a no plot whatsoever, canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), nsfw/smut, established relationship, size difference, nipple play, unprotected sex, cowgirl (i wanna ride i wanna ride!) dacryphilia, use of pet names (e.g, love, dear), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread oopsie, minors shoo!
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you’ve always known your husband to be picturesque. what you never imagined, though, is that pushing him to the very edge could get him any prettier.
oh, but it does. you’ll surely make note that a good swivel of your hips grinding down on his cock is just what undoes him and turns him into this; a tousled display of blush-dusted cheeks, mouth agape and puffy from your kisses, shiny fangs bearing whenever he parts his lips to moan, and long lashes glistening with unshed tears . . . its a scene of its very own, straight out of the pages of wallachia’s filthiest erotica novel.
adrian usually withholds from making noise whenever you have sex, but when the sensations become overbearing, he starts to grow loud. he's pleading your name in broken whimpers, unsure of whether he should tell you to stop or beg for even more. he can hardly handle it, and his eyes scrolling to the back of his head confirms such. but god, he can't help but wane for you. and so he basks in the very feeling of you, and wouldn't want it any other way.
though he's terribly close to losing his senses, adrian's careful enough to not allow his claws extend when gripping fervently at the warm flesh of your full hips. you're riding him to no end, bouncing upon the length of him, and he bets that you feel the underside of his swollen cock throbbing as wildly as a heartbeat. he finds that he loves it— how you use him to chase your own pleasure.
you're sensitive too, he notices. the sound of your breathing's picked up, and all your noises are pitchier. you claw at the broad expanse of adrian's shoulders and leave a slew of subtle reddened lines, his skin cool to the touch. you're then lifting yourself up with a trembling sigh before slamming back down on his twitching dick, asscheeks rippling from the collision of your skin against his. he bites his lip over the way your boobs jiggle and sway upon impact. there’s far too much to absorb, yet he can't get enough.
his restlessness manifests into desperate rutting, thighs flexing and trembling when he does so. adrian makes a sloppy attempt to fuck up into you, and an especially deep thrust has you clenching and fluttering around him. when adrian cries out, you mewl along with him.
spent, you lower yourself to lie upon his frame, breasts pressing up against his firm chest as you rest your face within the crook of his neck. his body is toned, imposing, and ghostly-fair, a beautiful contrast to your warm complexion and soft curves. he's got his hands melded into the slope of your dipping waist, and the flesh is hot and reddened there, as you are everywhere else.
your lips, plush and pink, wrap around his nipple, and he whines ever so sweetly. you're a bit lazier with it now; languidly rolling your hips against his own, striving to take him deeper into your sopping pussy. your arousal wettens his slim torso. with the remaining of energy he has left, adrian brings his large hands to grab at your ass, and gingerly bounces you down on his cock.
with strength, he lifts you by the flat surface of his palms and brings you crashing back down onto him, lewd claps with a wet tinge resounding throughout his grand bed-chamber, room now humid with lust. you lift your face to find his lips, and give him the messiest kiss of the night. he'a panting into your pliant mouth, and you lick along his own as he aimlessly tries to suck on your tongue.
at long last, crystal-like tears begin to slip their way down the apples of his milk-pale cheeks, and his groans are ceaseless. perhaps you've finally broken him. you peer up towards your angel of a man, eyes bright and alluring as you coo:
"adrian . . . is it too much, dear?"
to that, he whines. “n-no, it’s— i can handle it,” his head shakes fervently, golden-threaded tresses swaying with it. his impeccable hair is in disarray from all the fucking, and a lengthy strand falls into his face.
gently, you tuck it behind adrian's blush-tipped ear, admiring his countenance; a straight, defined nose with blush dusted across the bridge of it, faint blonde brows drawn together, and sheen lips tinted the tiniest bit of red from your biting and sucking.
“you’re certain?” you ask of him, but he only reaffirms with another breathless kiss, his eyes screwed shut as he melts into the warmth of your mouth, hooked on the sweetness of your lips. once you part, his sun-yellow eyes stare back at you, gaze lust-blown and full of affection. he’s nothing short of flawless.
"fuck— don't you stop," is his plea, voice taking on a low rasp, "just continue, love . . . keep on using me."
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example-be · 2 days
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g-vlssz · 2 days
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I forgot to post this one here...ops
Human! Morana and Vamp! Striga AU inspired the fic "Turning" by @luckyfirerabbit on Ao3
↑ go read it too.
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tobiasdrake · 3 days
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Sometimes I see the way media handles female characters and I'm just like, "Oh my god, that's so cool. I don't even want you to change that. I just want you to notice how cool that is. Why aren't you doing something with this amazing thing you wrote? It's so fucking cool."
When I seize control of the Castlevania franchise in a bloody coup, the first thing I'm doing is giving this woman her due.
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So. Like. The plot of Castlevania is that the Belmont clan is a long family bloodline of vampire hunters who slay a variety of monsters and routinely kill Dracula every time he shows up. The key to their success is the powerful weapon Vampire Killer, an ultra-sanctified super-weapon that cuts the undead to ribbons so hard the crucifix gets jealous.
(Actually, no, crucifix is OP in Castlevania if used well, but I digress.)
Point is, Castlevania once went into detail about the origins of the Vampire Killer. And its origin was this woman. Sara Trantoul, a young woman afflicted with vampirism who decided that, instead of becoming a vampire, she was going to do some alchemy shit to transmute her very soul into the holiest goddamn weapon in the history of sacred artifacts that lethally fucks up every vampire it comes into contact with.
This woman is to the Belmont bloodline what Raava is to the Avatar. What Fi is to the Master Sword. The key to their ability to slay monsters and fight Dracula comes from a teenage alchemist's undying, eternal determination to get his ass. (Well, to get the ass of the vampire whose powers he stole but same deal really.)
In the games, she basically stops being a factor after the one that introduced her. She's a footnote in the canon of Castlevania, far less important than the whip.
But. Like. Her soul is literally in the whip. I've always imagined Sara as, like, the spirit guide and mentor figure and advisor and shit to every Belmont. Like when the whip is officially passed down, your first challenge is to take it and commune with Sara for the first time, the way the Avatar communes with their past lives.
And then she's with the Belmont in spirit. She knows everything. Can name all of the various creatures they might fight. Encyclopedic understanding of the lore. Trades barbs with Death, who (along with Dracula) is one of the few creatures that can see her. Friendly banters with Alucard about her latest Belmont.
Even if your parents were slaughtered as a child and it was all they could do to get you to safety and there's nobody to teach you how to be a Belmont, as long as you have The Whip, there's still Sara.
This character has so much potential to be such a cool piece of the narrative puzzle. It's already there. All she needs is presence.
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saw that u guys really liked the other ones hehe
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freyanistics · 2 days
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It started off as a crack ship
It’s not becoming one now 😭
Art credit to trebol_draws on Instagram
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alucarddaily · 15 hours
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Fates weave their thread Our lives are sewn Born to a life, all but our own We feel it inside our bones -- [Darren Korb & Ashley Barrett, "In The Blood"]
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ifishouldvanish · 1 day
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Sword Bisexuals Face-off
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For your consideration...
Alucard is a half-vampire and the son of Dracula; Zagreus is the god of blood and the son of Hades
Both of them love their mommies very much and drink Respect Women Juice by the gallon.
Alucard killed his dad once and has Depression about it; Zagreus commits patricide multiple times a day or night for Enrichment.
Alucard can levitate, shapeshift into a wolf or a swarm of bats, and is a master swordsman with a weapon he can control with his mind; Zagreus is trained in combat with a variety of mythical weapons, which include the very gun Lucifer once used to Fight God.
Alucard knows how to live off the land and can cook for himself; Zagreus eats gyros and pommes he finds in the trash.
Alucard is an intellectual–well-read with knowledge of magic, alchemy, and ancient languages; Zagreus doesn't know what a bird is.
Alucard isn't dead, he's just taking a 300 year depression nap; Zagreus has died countless times, including by: stepping on a rake, running into a wall that was painted to look like the way out, and slipping on a banana peel.
Zagreus receives boons from various Olympian gods and goddesses, and can summon his dominatrix girlfriend, his grim reaper boyfriend, and several other friends (including a giant rock) to aid him in combat; Alucard has the support of his husband a man from a long line of monster hunters who once fought death itself and won, his wife a woman who is an Enemy of God and posseses as much magic in her tiny body as half the Greek pantheon, and his other wife a bad bitch with a hammer.
Both of them have Immaculate Breasts.
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artvaultz · 11 hours
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hewwo hewwo its an awucard eye 👁👄👁
(wacom inutos pro + clip studio paint)
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retrogamelovers · 2 days
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My favorite in the Castlevania NES trilogy, which is your favorite? 🎮
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