★Isabel

cis!female she/her - straight i like art and writing oneshots/stories I hope you enjoy my content Xx

[duhhisabell]

am i a furry if i find this fucker (caeser) attractive?😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

PLEASE TELL ME I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE 😭

[duhhisabell]

𝓭𝓲𝔃𝔃𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 ★

a/n: Hi!!

Rui is my favourite character in any fandom at the moment so I decided to write this ♥︎

Also the READER is apart of WONDERLAND X SHOWTIME

RUI IS AGED UP OFC ★

( if anyone in the audience hasn’t, please give Project Sekai a go on whatever device you have! It’s an amazing game, I LOVVEEE it )

TW(s)!!! MDNI, female!reader, p in v sex, public(?) sex, oral sex fem!receiving, porn without much plot, quickie, short story, rui being rui, rui being a tad ooc

❦ sometimes rui would just go crazy for you.

❦ normally, it was whenever you were preforming with him; stood beside him, dressed up, looking as stunning as ever, singing and dancing with precision he could only dream of.

❦ Rui always hid it well.

❦ the only person who could normally tell was you, yet even then it was difficult to spot.

it would just be a few prolonged gazes, or his hand resting atop your waist during bigger movements that would cover it all up.

❦ He was no stranger to subtlety, and you knew that all too well.

❦ He would keep it internalised throughout the show, keeping that same happy smile atop his lips.

it wasn’t until the show would end when he would let it all out.

❦ Nene, Emu and Tsukasa would exit on the right—and you and Rui would exit on the left.

It only took one moment before Rui took your hand, his grip tight yet soft, as he swiftly disappeared with you within his dressing room.

❦ Once you were both inside, you already knew what mood Rui was in—he never dragged you off like that without having an intention.

❦ He always made sure to ask before doing anything to you—he’d lean back against his dressing room door and make sure that you were fully on board before he’d act.

❦ You normally agreed, you were always eager to agree.

❦ He’d do whatever he felt like doing. Today, he chose to do a mix of everything.

❦ He never started with sex, it as a little rule he always had—he always started with pleasuring you.

whether that be eating you out, fingering you to oblivion or whatever dirty depraved thoughts he wanted to make reality.

❦ He was skilled in every aspect: whatever he did it’d make you see stars, he’d leave you dizzy from the pleasure.

❦ Rui would go to town eating you out, devouring whatever he could in the short amount of time you both normally had.

❦ He’d be knelt on the floor, in between your legs.

You’d be sat on his makeup chair—eyes lulling back as your fingers gently grazed through his multicoloured hair.

❦ He would hook one of your thighs atop his shoulder, his thumb rubbing lightly against your clit, his tongue occasionally plunging into your cunt.

❦ He’ll finger you silly while he touches up his eyeliner and eyeshadow.

While his fingers are thin, they’re long and very skilled.

❦ He’s curve them in the right places without even looking, he’ll always find that spot inside of you effortlessly.

❦ If you both have enough time he’ll happily fuck you.

❦ Rui would do it whenever, wherever.

The vanity, his chair, stood up, on the floor, against the door—he isn’t picky.

❦ he’s gentle.. at first.

❦ His norm is bending you over his vanity desk, his goofy mirror staring at you both as he ploughed into you.

❦ He was feral behind walls—when you two were alone.

But, when you’d both return to the stage he’d be the same old Rui.

❦ noone would bat an eye, but that just made the thrill even better.

[duhhisabell]

his little princess♡

A/N: i don’t know why I’ve just always seen mephisto as a girl dad ??? am i just odd, or right ?😭😭😭

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

your husband has been a proud girl dad ever since your half-demon daughter was born.

from the second she came into the world Mephisto adored her.

every opportunity he got she was cradled within his arms, her tiny hands making small grabbing motions up towards him whenever he did.

you thought that it was just his over the top attitude towards his baby but as she grew up he only grew more attached to her.

whenever she would cry for whatever reason mephisto would always manage to calm her down within a minute at most.

whether he’d distract her with one of her toys or in cases where that didn’t work, he’d transfigure himself into the small dog that you had seen him do many times.

(just to impress you normally)

the second she learned to walk he would give her minimal tours of True Cross academy, he always made sure to show off his daughter to every staff member and student that crossed their path.

her first word was of course ‘dada’ and the second she babbled out the word mephisto sobbed in pure joy.

you returned back to his office one day to see mephisto sat on the floor, opposite your daughter coaching her through various demonic abilities that he possessed. everything from summoning things, transfiguration, time-space manipulation, telekinesis, his fire pentagram thing,

all of it.

it didn’t really help that she would burst out in laughter each time mephisto chanted ‘ eins, zwei, drei ‘

it took him two months of ‘ training ‘ her, before she finally summoned one of her stuffed animals into her hands with a small puff of smoke, after babbling out her own version of ‘ eins, zwei, drei ‘

It surprised him even more when she held the toy in mid air with just the slightest movement of her hand.

but, the very moment she did mephisto immediately swooped her up into his arms and started balling his eyes out.

[duhhisabell]

deadbeat.

CW: angst, reader is megumi’s mom.

toji fushiguro, the sorcerer killer himself.

The only man who would have the sort of audacity to knock you up the month before he got a big job so that you wouldn’t be loney when he left.

it took him months to get intel about his targets and from the little amount he told you there were more than three which would take even longer. so when he actually left for the job, five months into your pregnancy you didn’t expect to see him for a while, a couple months at most.

and now you had megumi, your three month old baby son with jet black hair and dark blue eyes. you saw toji in him, you saw him on him as well; the kid was practically a miniature clone of the man.

you never thought it’d be easy raising a baby, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

megumi was by far the quietest baby you had even seen in your entire life, but he was definitely the fussiest. he hated formula, he hated breast milk, he hated mostly everything.

he reminded you of toji more every single day.

that stupid deadbeat. you hated seeing him in megs of all people, your son, your child..

but what you hated more was that you couldn’t stop loving toji for a second.

everyday you stayed hopeful that he’d walk through the front door of the apartment, as unfazed as ever until after almost a year of him being gone, he showed up like he never left in the first place.

waltzed right into your bedroom, glancing over to the crib in the corner of the room before laying eyes atop you sat on the bed; cradling megs in your arms, holding him close to your chest before you finally locked eyes with him.

you just stared, it had been a year since you last saw this man and you couldn’t believe it.

you were in denial that your lover was actually here in front of you and all he said was.

“ hey, so the brats born?”

You hated that you loved this man.

[duhhisabell]

Leon and Raihan waiting for their pregnant S/O to give birth.

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Leon 🛍️

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leon had never been so nervous in his life, all he could do was sit in the delivery waiting room, his fingers against his lips as he hesitantly bit atop his nails, his foot tapping rapidly against the floor beneath him.

he never thought that he’d be here, in this situation, anxiously awaiting the birth of his daughter.

leon was technically allowed in the delivery room where you were currently giving birth, he was the father afterall but he had already fainted once from the anticipation and everytime after he tried to step foot inside he couldn’t help but feel faint and apprehensive. he didn’t want to cause you anymore stress, especially in a situation like this.

it had already been hours and nothing, all he could hear was your occasional cries of pain and the few nurses in there giving words of reassurance.

leon felt so afraid, for you and the baby both, it was an obvious worry for any father-to-be who was in his situation but that fact didn’t make him feel any better.

his head was pounding, he needed to see you so bad, but he didn’t want to cause any more trouble than he already thought he was.

he knew that he should be in there by your side, holding your hand throughout the entire process, telling you that it would be okay.

but just as quick as leon’s worries sprouted they decayed away the second he heard an unfamiliar wail from inside the delivery room.

he swiftly stood up from his seat and almost ran up to the large double doors that were holding you inside. the second he pushed them both open his heart melted at the sight of you being brought his sobbing baby girl.

the second his eyes locked with yours he couldn’t stop his eyes from watering with joy as he walked over to your side and gazed down at the tiny baby cradled within your arms.

he beamed down at you both, a warm smile tugging at his lips before he pressed a small kiss to one of your temples.

“ she’s perfect darling..” he told in a quiet tone as the baby hushed it’s cries into small tearful blubbers, her hazel eyes opening and syncing with both your’s and leon’s.

you let out a small chuckle through your own tears as you gently wiped her tears with your thumb. “ I know.” you replied with a radiant smile of your own lightly rocking her in your arms as she blinked away her remaining tears.

leon brushed the back of his hand overtop of the few purple, frizzy wisps of hair she already had atop her head tears rolling down his cheeks. “ welcome to the world Layla.” he greeted softly, his palm resting atop the back of her small head.

his other hand came up to one of hers, one of his fingers resting against her palm before she instinctively curled her tiny fingers around his.

the action made you laugh once again before you pressed a little kiss against her cheek, watching as she squinted her eyes in response and tightened her grip upon leon’s finger.

he couldn’t believe that he was this little girls father, you and him had made this perfect human and now she was finally here, alive and well.

he had never felt so much love in his heart.

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Raihan 🎀

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raihan was normally a cool, calm and collected kind of fellow but right now, he was absolutely freaking out.

pacing around the delivery waiting room like a madman, his hands buried deep in his pockets as he turned back and forth every few seconds.

he had been kicked out of the delivery room where you were currently giving birth to his son because of his ‘poor behaviour’.

so what if he had shouted at the doctor and few nurses in there, you were crying to him about how much pain you were in and he did what he thought was right.

it shouldn’t be his fault if the hospital staff couldn’t do their jobs and keep you comfortable and calm like they were supposedly meant to be doing.

he was so stressed out, he didn’t know what to do. he couldn’t see you until the baby was actually born and it had already been hours too long for his short patience.

without even thinking he slammed his fist into the nearest wall to him with an audible bang, and immediately flinched back at the pain that then coursed through his knuckles.

One of the labour and delivery nurses ran out of the room at the noise and immediately went up to raihan and asked him what the noise was.

he reluctantly told her and rolled his eyes in annoyance as she asked him to sit down so that she could examine his hand to make sure it wasn’t broken.

he grimaced slightly as he flopped himself down on the closest chair to him, his eyebrows twitching in annoyance the longer he sat there, doing nothing as the nurse fidgeted with his hand.

she didn’t even get through the full examination before raihan perked up at the sound of an unknown wail coming from within the delivery room.

he immediately stood up, unintentionally making the nurse stumble back before he ran past her and into the delivery room.

he came to a halt the second his eyes laid upon you sat in a hospital bed, crying tears of happiness as you held his baby son in your arms.

raihan blinked a few times, staying put as he tried to process the situation before eventually walking over to your side within a few seconds.

you held the baby close to your chest as he cried his little heart out, his small fists balled as he squeezed his eyes shut. you glanced up at raihan with a joyful smile dancing atop your lips before you gently cradled the baby upwards and quietly hushed him.

it took a few moments for his cries to die down to small whimpers and soft sobs before he opened his tearful, icy-blue eyes.

raihan was speechless as he looked down at the baby boy, he couldn’t find any words to describe how he felt.

“ hey Roan..” he greeted with a small smile on his lips as he brushed away the babies remaining tears with his thumb, resting his palm atop his cheek.

you giggled breathlessly at raihan’s words before handing Roan one of your fingers and watching as he gently gripped onto it.

the room was quiet for a moment, only full of the babies soft breaths as he continued to look up and raihan and you.

“ no one’s ever gonna hurt you, or your momma.” he promised in a hushed tone before pressing a tiny kiss to the baby’s nose.

[duhhisabell]

publicity.

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pairing: raihan x fem!reader

tw(s)! established relationship. fluff. kisses. pokemon sword & shield spoilers. dragon pokemon. generation eight. short story. guilt. feelings.

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third person poV.

publicity is the one thing your and Raihan’s relationship never hit.

he was a popular and busy man, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be bombarded by his fans and the press simply for being his girlfriend. not to mention, him, along with every single celebrity with fans had those few crazy followers that struck out to hurt people that even hung around them.

Raihan couldn’t bare the thought of having you constantly targeted for press conferences, fan interviews and everything else whenever you walked around Hammerlocke.

He delt with it surprisingly well, but he liked all the attention and he didn’t want to gamble with how you’d react to it all.

so ever since you two became an official couple amongst your friends, he swore to you that he never wanted the public to know about your and his relationship, and you mostly agreed with his decision.

the only annoying part was that you could be a normal couple behind closed doors; you could kiss each other, hold hands, make each other feel loved, but the second those doors opened and either of you stepped out into the public eye you had to act like friends.

act like there was nothing going on between you both, which proved to be harder than you had previously thought.

everyday, Raihan would obviously have different gym challengers and you’d have to spend the entire time acting like his really, supportive friend.

you had grown decent at the part, but it didn’t mean that you liked playing it.

it got harder the longer you did it, you wanted to congratulate him on his wins and comfort him on his losses the second they happened, not the second you stepped back into the safety of your home.

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it was moments like this that you hated. Raihan had signed up to battle within the pokemon league for the second time this year and the second he was paired up with Leon in the final round you almost felt your heart sink.

it wasn’t that you didn’t believe in Raihan, it was the opposite even, but you did have sense and you knew all too well that he hadn’t won a pokemon battle against Leon for quite some time.

there rivalry was admirable, but also saddening to watch from the sidelines as Raihan lost, the second Leon decided to send his gigantamax Charizard out against Raihan’s Duraludon.

you always liked watching dynamax battles in the stadium but the second Charizard hung on to that last ten hp and hit Duraludon with it’s second G-max Wildfire you almost predicted that Duraludon would faint.

you were of course right and you frowned as Raihan returned Duraludon to it’s pokeball and stepped forward, offering his hand out to the champion.

they shook hands and the crowd roared with cheers, each person chanting different things but most of them being about how Leon the undefeated champion’s legacy rained.

you didn’t pay much attention to it but the moment Raihan began to walk back towards the side stadium you immediately left your seat and headed towards towards the place you knew that your boyfriend was heading.

you managed to catch him just as he got to the stadiums built-in pokemon center, handing over his six pokeball’s to nurse joy before she placed them in the healing holder.

he didn’t look too disheartened to the average eye but you could tell that he was at least a little disappointed by his loss.

you were limited with what you could do or say since within a second a camera crew surrounded him and proceeded to ask him one million questions about his battle with Leon, and how he felt about coming in second in the pokemon league for the tenth year in a row.

he kept up his public, unbothered image and answered each question how you’d expect him to answer them.

“ Gym-Leader, Raihan, how are you not one bit discouraged by your loss tonight against Champion Leon?” One reporter asked, holding a microphone up to his lips as she awaited an answer.

Raihan simply shrugged with a small yet smug smile atop his lips. “ I’ve beaten the Champion loads in the past, it’s just his way of payback.” he chuckled, causing a few of the news crews to laugh in sync with him.

he wasn’t lying at least, he did always beat Leon when they were kids; during their journey, collecting every gym badge, Raihan never lost a battle against him.

but the second they both faced off against each other in the first Pokemon league they both entered, Leon emerged victorious and went on to beat Galar’s old Champion.

a few questions later the press around him died down and you could finally approach him.

You both exchanged a few words before he left with you through the front doors as discreetly as he possibly could.

everytime someone asked him who you were, he would just reply, saying that you were his good friend.

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the mere second you got into your shared apartment, Raihan practically collapsed into your arms.

you knew that he’d be upset, disappointed in himself and you hated it.

“ baby, it’s fine..” you whispered to him, draping your arms overtop of his shoulders as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

the living room was full of Raihan’s quiet sobs, his hood pulled over top of his head as he continued to cry to you about his loss.

His arms tightly wrapped around your waist as he shook his head as best as he could, his tears soaking into the collar of your shirt.

“ I looked stupid, I always loose..” Raihan muttered to you, a few of his fingers slipping up the hem of your shirt before they lightly rubbed against your lower back.

“ no you didn’t, and you don’t always loose.” you reassured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, since it was the only place you had access to due to how he was holding you. “ you made it to the final round, again…” you reminded, rubbing small circles into the backs of his shoulders.

“ yeah, and came second for the tenth year in a row.” He scoffed, pulling off his hat before chucking it over towards the couch, his hair falling over what little you could see of his face.

A small sigh left your lips as he continued dragging on about how second place was just a nicer way of telling people that they lost.

“ It’s humiliating, all my fans were there,

you were there…” he murmured.

“ and I didn’t care that you lost, I was proud of you regardless.” you whispered, finding a semi decent sign when your grip slightly loosened and his breathing slowed just a bit.

“ I’ll love you no matter what, if you’re the champion or not…” you promised.

the room was quiet for a few seconds before perked his head up slightly and wiped at his eyes. “ you sure?” Raihan mumbled to you, his breath fanning lightly against your neck.

you nodded softly before pushing him back slightly so that you could look at him properly.

“ of course I am…” you replied smiling up at you with a loving gaze.

[duhhisabell]

✂️ akashi seijuro x fem!reader !!HCS!! ✂️

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pairing: akashi seijuro x female!reader

TW(s)! sfw & nsfw hcs. my personal

opinions. akashi has dissociative

identity disorder

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sfw HCs!

. you might be the only person that Akashi isn’t overly stoic towards.

. he isn’t afraid to show you affection wherever, whenever.

. he loves spoiling you - he’s always buying you small gifts; everything from jewellery, flowers, your favourite food l

. he’ll rest his head on your lap whenever he gets the chance, mostly when there’s a lot on his mind.

. you’d think that with him being the captain of the Rakuzan basketball team, a straight A student along with having a few other hobbies, that he’d be quite busy - but he never struggles to make time for you.

. he is a gentleman through and through, he’ll hold doors open for you, hold your seat for you and then push you in - he was taught well by his mother obv.

. Uses petnames like my love, darling ect

. He isn’t shy about acting affectionate with you in public, he’ll hold your hand, kiss you wherever he feels necessary in the moment and isn’t afraid to prove that you’re his and he’s yours.

. pretty everybody in Rakuzan knows that you’re together.

. He’s a verrryyy attentive lover, he can always tell how you’re feeling before you even tell him, it’s like he can pinpoint it - but he also makes sure to take note of your interests and hobbies just to feel closer to you.

. Whenever he wins a tournament with his team, he makes sure that you’re on the bench so that he can see you as soon as he’s finished.

. on the way back from anything basketball related; practice, tournaments, friendly games with the gom’s he’ll always give you his Rakuzan jersey for the walk back to the car.

. He’ll always hold your hand in public or whenever it’s mildly crowded.

. He does your hair on his game days so you look extra pretty for him.

. He’ll help you study if you have a test or are struggling with your subjects in general.

. He loves to cuddle and have late night chats with you while you’re in his arms.

. Loves showering you in small kisses, all over; your face, neck, hand.

. He occasionally lets you watch him practice, it depends whether he has a game coming up or not because it could change how much he needs to focus.

. But when you do watch him it’s always nice, it’s amazing to see him so dedicated to something he likes.

. sometimes when it’s just you two there he’ll call you over and teach you a few things; he’ll ask you to try and pass him in a 1 on 1, along with various other things.

. One time he was explaining the basics of shooting to you, his hands adjusting your posture every few seconds, his fingers always lingered on you for a few extra seconds.

. If you managed to do anything that he taught you he’d praise you for it.

. If you ever get sick he’s somehow the first to know, it’s like he picks up on the slightest changes in your behaviour.

. He’ll leave no room for arguments, he would be taking care of you and he would do an amazing job of it.

. anything you want he’ll get for you, if you have a fever then he’ll happily cuddle with you until your chills go away.

. He doesn’t seem to care whether he would get ill from being in such close proximity to you, all he cares about is making sure you’re okay.

. He would defo miss school just to look after you.

. When you’re upset he’s the biggest emotional support, he’ll whisper you small things to calm you down, wipe your tears and hold you until you’re satisfied.

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nsfw HCs!

. likes to be the one in control, gets a nice thrill out of being in charge of you.

. consent is a big thing, he’ll ask along the way if you’re still on board and if you are he’ll definitely make it worth your while.

. enjoys seeing you all needy and vulnerable it’s a big turn on, knowing that you need him and no one else.

. likes missionary since he gets to see your face the entire way through.

. though on the rare occasion he’ll let you ride him.

. he loves praising you during, calling you his good girl and that you were made just for him.

. enjoys making you wait for him if he’s busy with something.

. loves hearing you babble, something about the way you slur your words, how you couldn’t even fully say his name it all made him crazy.

[duhhisabell]

caught.

paring: afab!reader x ryomen sukuna

tws! fingering. teasing. slightllyyy ooc sukuna?? idrk

it wasn’t uncommon for you to be left alone while your husband is busy. you had grown used to it after the years you had both spent together, accepting it as one of the few things that you’d have to put up with in your marriage.

you normally didn’t mind either. it was nice having some time to yourself now and then, and today would be no different.. if you weren’t feeling the way you were.

.horny..hot..needy.

when you’d feel like this on an average day you would obviously just go to your husband, but that wasn’t an option at the current time with sukuna being all busy and stuff. your options were limited, there wasn’t a whole lot you could do without his assistance; and the more time you spent lounging around on your shared bed longing he was here to satisfy your needs the more prominent those feelings were becoming.

you waited around for what seemed like hours, when in reality it was only around ten minutes until you retorted to stimulating yourself with your fingers instead of seeing if sukuna would return any time soon.

so there you were; sprawled out atop of your shared bed, legs spread apart as if he were there in between them and your fingers sloppily pumped into your glistening pussy.

you lolled your head back against the mound of pillows behind it as you managed to slip in a third digit to your aching cunt.

your hand trembling lightly as it continued thrusting your fingers in and out of you; a few stray moans and mewls bubbling up in your throat as you pictured them to be him, pictured him rutting into you ruthlessly instead of your fingers. your eyes squeezed shut as you arched your back from the mattress beneath you, your fingers barely grazing the spot you knew he’d hit with ease every thrust.

it wasn’t until a sluttish moan of his name fell from your lips that you heard a faint chuckle from the doorway.

you immediately reopened your eyes and looked over only to see your husband, stood there in amusement a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you attempt to get yourself off without his aid.

“ you really think that’ll satisfy you?” he chuckled lowly, a mocking undertone lacing his words as he slowly approached the foot of the bed.

all you could do was gaze up at him with glazed over eyes, breathlessly whining and begging for him to ravish you.

“ k-kuna’ please-“ you started, pulling your fingers from your pussy only for sukuna to grab your wrist and send you a taunting glare before he shoved your fingers back inside of you. you moaned in protest sending him another pleading look along with a small buck of your hips, doing everything in your helpless state to convince him to fuck you.

he stood there for a minute, his hands still wrapped securely around your wrist as he held your fingers inside your pussy before his smirk twisted to a more sinister grin.

“ dumb girl, I was enjoying the show.” he cooed, his cruel crimson eyes never leaving yours for a second.

“ i’ll give you the stimulation you desire if you entertain me for a while longer, we both know that you’ll hold out.” he spoke, his mere tone sending a shiver through your spine not to mention his words. “ you’ll never cum like that.”

he commented, easing your fingers further into your pussy with each new word that fell from his mouth.

you were quick to comply after he released your wrist from his grasp, immediately thrusting your fingers back into your cunt and continuing as if you had never stopped in the first place.

hopefully you’d be able to convince him sooner rather than later..

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[duhhisabell]

art gcse rly paid off huh?

[aemonds-gf]

Hii friends I have a few fics ready to be posted but I don’t know which to post first lol so I decided to do a poll. Below I’ll add the brief synopsis to each fic ( post will be deleted after the fic is posted )

Which one <3

Sick like me ~ Vlad/reader 18+

Evermore ~ Alucard/reader

Voting ended onNov 7, 2024

Sick like me - you’re Adrian’s best friend and have caught eyes for his father. { Tw : Lisa doesn’t exist in this fic, mature content, spicy content, this one is 18+ }

Evermore - Adrian promises that the both of you will be together forever ( Tw : turning into a vampire, fluff )

[duhhisabell]

I was playing as Dracula in dbd and was sent this by my cousin at the end of the match. like tf went on with my transformation, dbd is so scuffed.

[duhhisabell]

Not twice.

paring: vlad dracula tepes x fem!reader

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A/N: as Dracula’s second wife, he won’t let the same mistake he made happen twice.

IDEA FROM alucards-gf credit to them because all I did was make my own version of it which is still similar to theirs!

it was late and your fiancée was still absent from your bed, it was always cold without him so you set off to find him. You eventually came across him in his study, sat in the dim light provided by the fireplace which was seemingly always lit.

“ vlad, darling.. are you coming to bed?”

you asked, voice echoing through dracula’s study as you stood in in the doorway, your left arm barely caressing the frame.

His head perked slightly at the soft echo of your voice, his crimson eyes peering back at you before turning back to face the fire. A quiet hum left his lips before he answered your question. “ yes dear i’ll be up shortly, I just have some things to attend to first.”

You couldn’t help but frown upon his words, your eyes falling down to your feet as your hand slid up to rub your arm comfortingly. “ at this time?” You asked taking a few steps closer to Dracula so that you were stood beside his arm chair, your hand now resting atop his shoulder as your nightgown hung nicely from your frame: your body basking in the warmth of the fire roaring within the fireplace.

Vlad stayed silent for a moment, only another mere acknowledging hum leaving his lips at your second question of the night. “ it’s late my beloved we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, you should get some rest.” He said as if he didn’t hear your previous question even if you knew definitely he did.

“ you didn’t answer my question honey.” You commented, the hand that you had placed on his shoulder now rubbing small circles against it with your thumb.

Drac spared you another glance his red eyes looking through you, a thoughtful glimmer within them. A little sigh made it’s way past his lips before he rested his chin upon one of his palms. “ please go and get some rest my love?..” He asked the pleading undertone within his voice making him hard to deny. You leaned towards him before planting a sweet kiss upon his cheek your lips lingering there for a few uninterrupted seconds before you pulled away again. Within the next minute you had left his study, heading back up the spiral stairs where you had once came down to reach him.

Another frown tugged at your lips as you reached your bedroom. You quietly pushed the door open and settled yourself back down into the mattress that lay cold without your fiancée’s presence beside you. You couldn’t understand why he kept so much secret, and even when he chose to indulge you on the odd occasion you’d receive the most vague answer you thought possible. Your understanding of vampires and their common behaviours was limited, there unfortunately wasn’t a guide manual on how to perfectly understand them that you could just read to solve the current problems you were facing.

You laid in bed alone for what felt like hours, tossing and turning every few minutes while trying to put your mind at rest: but no matter how hard you seemed to try, your thoughts always subsided back to dracula. You just wanted to help him, to comfort him but you couldn’t do much if he didn’t let you. His behaviour almost mimicked that of someone who was scared, frightened of making some sort of mistake that they had before, desperate to try and do what was beneficial while also trying to hide their feelings.

You couldn’t stop the sight of that then protruded your lips as your eyes fell half lidded and heavy, no matter how much your body craved the sweet release of sleep you knew your mind wouldn’t switch of anytime soon. But..

Suddenly, your thoughts were cut short as your bedroom door reopened and you quickly closed your eyes, trying the hardest you could ever say you had to fake being asleep sleep. You heard the familiar unclipping rattle of your fiancé’s cape and the sound of it being draped over the bedside desk before you felt the covers being breifly lifted and the mattress sagging with a newly added weight.

You felt your mind slightly eased at the presence of vlad now being finally beside you, even if it took a while longer than you wanted. But no matter the fact that your fiancé’s body was now resting beside you, you still couldn’t settle, your mind was still full of questions and concerns.

‘ all I want to do is help him, if he just told me what was troubling him I could at least try to help..’

A low grunt was heard beside you before you hesitantly cracked an eyelid open to be met with Dracula’s features staring back at yours. “ You do realise that I can hear your thoughts, right love?” He asked, his tone carrying a conflicted hint which was somewhere in between mused and exhausted.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly before you reopened your eyes in defeat and frowned up at him: you had indeed forgotten that your beloved fiancé could in fact read minds. “ so you heard me then?” You asked, still curious about your prior thoughts and my your husband to-be was so eager to keep you at arms length about certain matters.

He nodded softly before turning back to look at you his crimson eyes piercing through your your soft hazel one. “ yes, I heard you.. and I can understand your frustrations with me.” Vlad told in a solemn tone that somehow soothed your mind in the usual charismatic way which he did.

He stayed silent for another few moments before sitting up and leaning himself back against the headboard of your shared bed causing the wood to groan beneath the added weight.

“ I’ve made many mistakes in my time and I don’t want to make the same ones twice.” As usual his tone somehow stayed mysterious, his words never changing from their standard poetic nature either. Each sentence that left his lips was like a brand new poem and it never failed to charm you.

Without warning he then took your hand in his, and for a split second you saw his face waver with a small amount of guilt.

“ I made the mistake of not turning my first wife, I have intended not to not make the same mistake with you.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, basking in the realisation that your fiancé wanted to turn you into a vampire which would explain his withdrawn and quiet behaviour recently. You didn’t really know what to say at first, you knew that the human’s your own kind had murdered Dracula’s last wife and you could only assume that he didn’t want the same happen thing to happen to you.

“ y-you want to turn me into a vampire?”

You asked the entirety of your voice filled with uncertainty at the matter. Vlad nodded again at your repetition of his own statement, his eyes closely watching your form as if he were stalking his prey.

“ If you want to be mine, I must, I will not make the same mistake twice.” By his tone it sounded more like he had already decided on it but you knew that he’d never do something as significant as that without asking for your consent before hand.

You looked Vlad in the eyes being met back with a cold stare that belonged not to a monster, but a man who was troubled and burdened by his past mistakes, a man that you loved deeply and would do anything for if it meant his worries would be put to rest.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to come up with an answer semi quickly, not wanting to sound too reluctant due to a long pause caused from indecisive nerves.

“ you can turn me vlad.. if it’ll put your nerves to rest.” You agreed, a reassuring smile tugging at your lips as you saw a small glimmer of relief in Dracula’s eyes which was soon replaced by a smirk which sent a small shiver through your spine.

A mix of excitement and fear were now running tangent in your mind, as he drew himself slightly closer to you. “ then it’s settled, tomorrow, after the ceremony.” He clarified watching in slight amusement as he watched your emotions run wild within your mind.

At least you agreed.

[duhhisabell]

Theatrics

paring: vlad dracula tepes x afab!reader

cws!: shameless sex. blood drinking. biting. mentions of breeding. slight daddy kink.

a/n: i haven’t watched alot of castelvania. - but i do main him in dbd -

so i apologise in advance in dracula seems slightly ooc.

your vision was blurry and your head spinning beyond belief, the only coherent thought you could just about muster would probably be about was him.

the very man fucking you as you knew it; the man who was the one currently sinking his teeth into the base of your neck. dracula.

your face was flushed past recognition as you clung onto his wide shoulders as if your life depended on it. a small yelp being ripped from your lips as you felt his fangs dragging back from you and then digging back in just below your carotids.

“ d..drac, careful..” you stammered sheepishly, keeping your head buried in his shoulder as he continued to rock into you at a thoughtful yet quick pace, each throt of his hips sending a sudden shock through your system.

he merely grunted in acknowledgment to your timid words, his fangs still scraping against your shoulder and neck, licking up every drop of blood that trickled out from the wounds he had left.

normally you’d be receiving sweet and encouraging words with each thrust but there would be those special few times where vlad wanted more than sex. he was hungry and he wanted you in every way shape or form.

practically intoxicated by the thought of breeding you, he was relentless about using it as dirty talk but this time was different - he was focused, transfixed on the thought, the mere knowledge that he could make it happen whenever he wanted and apparently then was now.

your eyes welled up with tears a few times throughout as you clung onto him, timing your breathing with his thrusts which were oddly rhythmic. he cooed a few sweet nothings here and there if he knew he was getting too rough or if he had caused you to squirm a bit more than normal.

but your eyes were still blurred as you mindlessly watched the sheets beneath you through a half lidded gaze as if they’d do something.

suddenly he hoisted you back and pinned you down amongst the many pillows decorating your bed. His eyes studying your every move as he kept a firm but gentle grip on your chin, forcing you to face him.

“ look at me my darling.. i want to see you as I breed you.”

*his words sent a shiver down your spine as he continuously rutted into you, your eyes unconsciously shutting due to the emense pleasure that was shooting throughout your entire body.

It simply felt too good, especially since you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to your own release. dracula caught on almost immediately, his eyes still studying your form as he watched it become more and more errotic.

“ eyes on daddy beloved..” he whispered to you, grunting softly to himself as a familiar burning sensation made itself known in the pit of his stomach.

you cracked your eyes back open and gave a small gulp as you locked eyes with your husband once again.

he then enlocked your lips again, sloppily kissing you before you felt his hips splutter forward against yours and spilling his load into you.

a deep sigh left his lips as he slipped his eyes shut, running his clawed fingertips through your hair.

You both laid there in silence for a few moments your breaths still ragged as you tried to catch it again.

afterwards you both ended falling asleep with vlad still within you, you laid atop his chest as he acted as your mattress with his arms wrapped around you.