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[jadedpistachio]

You’re Not My Eater

19 ◦ black writer ◦ she/her ◦ multifandom ◦ ao3 ◦ Unhealthy obsession with my wife Adrian Fahrenheit Țepeș

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[jadedpistachio]

Is that how you tell us apart?

Pairing Gretrephacard x gn!reader

Wc: 1.5k

✎ᝰ During your meeting on the town's plan and finances, you were called away to sort something out. So with the polycule that you are, you kiss all of your partners goodbye— but you do have a favourite as of late.

Contains | fluff, mild smut , poly relationship, kissing, flirting, sarcasm, mdni

Friday Afternoons were when the town's objective meetings took place, the sun was just starting to set, the streets were quieter, and most importantly— all tasks had been completed for the day.

These meetings were usually held in the backrooms of the local pub— insisted upon by the piss-head of a drunk, Trevor Belmont.

Though trite, it was private and the constant supply of ale kept Belmont content and agreeable.

The five of you were deep in conversation about budgeting this months funds for the town that Greta's people had founded nearby, now known as, Adrian's Castle. Construction has been slow as of late due to the tilt in the hemisphere, work can only be done in the early hours of the morning; otherwise the sun's unrelenting rays would be too harsh on your poor labouring bodies.

And every room in the Castle had yet to be completely cleared out after the final battle against Death itself.

Those were some of the topics being prioritised (besides making sure the town remained night creature free).

You all were coming towards the end of the budgeting solution when a knock to the door of the private room you were in put a cap on your conversation.

knock knock knock… "Excuse me for the interruption but I was told y/n would be here…" It was Jane from the nursery.

"Ah.. yes I'm here. Is there any trouble? We were just closing off our conversation." You said, worry evident in your tone.

It's not often your meetings are interrupted so you presumed it must've been urgent.

"Oh my apologies again, but no it's nothing dire. I wanted to know if it was okay to go over the nursery's timetable with you for the newcomers that will be joining us, just for good measures?"

Your main job in town was guardianship over the children during the day. Adrian also took it upon himself to join you since the children absolutely adored him (and it's effective in keeping the rowdy lot of them manageable).

Sypha, Trevor and Greta were on the more hands-on duties around town, this being decided upon because someone didn't have the patience for children and likely would have started an argument with one.

"Yes of course, we can go over that.." worry subsiding at the ultimately minor request, "I'll be with you in just a moment. We can walk and talk about it."

Jane nodded at your answer and briskly made her exit not wanting to intrude any longer than necessary.

It was getting late, civil twilight on it's last leg. The five of you had been running on a concerningly low amount of sleep, so a much needed early bedtime was rewarding.

"I suppose that wraps up our meeting?" Adrian declared from his seat closest to the window. You were already up and packing, you didn't like to keep people waiting.

Trevor chirped in, "Alright! We'll clean things up here whilst y/n heads out first."

"Oh please you're just trying to get a few more pints in you!" Sypha retorted. For a man who she had the misfortune of falling in love with Belnades knew him too well.

"You keep up that habit of yours and you'll develop a beer belly before you finally get to meet your child." You added on, barley containing the chuckles erupting from your chest.

Laughter littered the room, competing with the mess that was copious amounts of pint mugs on the table. Dog pilling on tipsy Belmont was one of your quartets favourite pastimes.

"Lucky I love you all too fucking much to not beat the shite out of you for blatantly insulting me." But there was some truth to it. Trevor never passed up on the opportunity to drink.

"It's all in good fun we promise," Greta reassured on the topic of his alcoholism.

It was moments like these that made your love for the four of them indescribable. You wouldn't change it for any other experience.

With all your items now in your possession it was about time you departed. However, you knew it would be rude to leave without your goodbye kisses; it had become a part of your routine at this point.

First was Adrian— he was your first love within the group, having grown closer during the time you both spent together in the castle following Sypha and Trevor absence.

"Alright, I'll be heading out now." You proclaimed, leaning down to place a deep kiss onto Adrian's lips. He was cooler than usual. It's how he got when the suns warmth no longer reached his skin. Tugging at his nape, you licked a few strides along his sharp teeth— it kept Adrian on his toes and satiated your need for thrill with the possibly of drawing blood. It was your favourite game.

"Mph— have a good rest my love." Though he wished you'd stop doing that he could never deny you your entertainment.

Making your way over to Trevor you decided on a few pecks this time. He reeked of alcohol but you loved him enough to not be absolutely repulsed by him.

"Is that all I'm gonna get pretty face? I've been out of trouble lately." Rough hands grip your upper thighs just under your plump ass. Trevor's arrogance was detestable but you always loved how forward he was.

"I'll reward you with more when you're not drunk off your arse, hmm?" Smoothing loose strands behind his ears, taking notice of the growing red at the high of his cheekbones. Trevor loved the banter you shared because, just like the others, you knew how to put up a good back and forth— going as far as putting him in his place.

But the blushing could've also just been ale-induced. He'll never admit that though.

Although Greta was last to be introduced to the group, you all accepted her warmly. You got to know Greta through intimate conversations about your travels, escaping night creatures, and meeting new people. You taught her about your 'witchy remedies' as the others say, and she taught you new techniques… fighting techniques.

"Hey Grets, I'll be heading out now"

"Mmm I'll miss you. My bed'll be all lonely tonight.." kisses with Greta were one of your favourites, eager hands beckon you to sit on her laps. When she kisses, her right hand always finds its place at your nape holding you to her firm. Her mouth was overpowering, leaving you most of the time breathless and eyes watery just like now.

"Hah hah— just make sure my spot doesn't get cold." You replied, voice thin, stealing one more kiss before licking your lips. You were foxy and that's what she loved about you.

Finally, Sypha. Sypha is the person who you have known for the longest amongst your humble polycule. Having joined the nomadic scholars that she belong to on their journey through Gresit, you very quickly became acquainted with Sypha; you both being close in age was something she also appreciated.

"How's my lady doing? I hope I didn't keep you waiting." You observed finding your place on her lap.

"As good as always. And the best for last, no?" Her hands made their way up you thighs grabbing a handful of your soft flesh.

Her response made you chuckle, you guys were good at having cheeky talks that did or didn't end up with both of you in one bed.

"Yeah, best for last.." words trailing off by the time you were close enough to share the same breath. Not wanting to wait a moment longer you crashed your lips into eachother.

They were soft. Like always.

And so addictive.

What should have been a few pecks developed into an intense amorous make out. Exchanging saliva— you couldn't help sucking on her rosy tongue, heat already starting to pool below your abdomen.

"They're in their own world." Trevor commented on you and Sypha's compelling portrayal of love.

"Appears as though y/n has a favourite as of late." Adrian added.

At this point you were on the verge of grinding to a climax on your lovers firm thighs. She was just so irresistible.

"They have known eachother the longest," Greta informed the two men, "it's bound to happen."

And happen it did. You were 3 more passionate kisses away from ripping each others clothes off and fucking right on the pubs back room table.

That was the mood before a voice pierced the bubble of passion you both shared— "Y/n! I think you have bid your goodbye to Belnades for long enough." Adrian interrupted rendering in the reality that was previously blurred.

"You wouldn't want to keep the poor lady waiting now would you?" Trevor mused finding the whole thing comical.

You were red with embarrassment for letting yourself get so carried away. Lustful heat now turned flustered, you finally got up to hurriedly make your way to the door.

"Sorry I got carried away. I'll actually be taking my leave now."

"Don't fret it. Just don't stay up too late. Rest well." Sypha added through a content grin. The others following up with their own farewells of the night for when they'll see you the next morning.

Loving them was easy and most exciting.

a/n: Didn't know how to write in a no-name background character so she's Jane Doe.

I found it unfortunate that Greta wasn't very popular in the Castlevania fandom— I do think that if she was introduced earlier in place of Sumi and Taka, binning the SA scene, people would've acknowledged Gretacard more. But aye we ball.

Either way writing for her was great.

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[jadedpistachio]

Is she perverted like me?

Pairing Perv!Armin x f!reader · headcanons

Wc: 418

✎ᝰ Armin has always been a bit of a pervert but that wasn’t what surprised you when you finally started dating.

Contains | oral sex, smut, nsfw, explicit content, mdni

.˚☆ Armin has always been a little bit of a pervert— other's attributed his aloofness to him being a socially awkward nerd. But what interested you in him was how passionate he was about his hobbies.

.˚☆ You both shared a friend group but only talked on occasion, you decided to make the first move when you noticed his lingering stares.

.˚☆ You'll never forget his tomato red face when you confronted him, stuttering about how he didn't mean to ogle at you spilling out a confession you hurriedly accepted leaving him stunned. I mean, you did think he was kinda cute and who knew where things could have headed.

.˚☆ Now already in an established relationship Armin felt free to be himself— doing his casual pervy thing like snagging your underwear whenever he stayed at your place. He says it's his 'Good luck charm', keeps him going throughout the day. You didn't mind. You loved how obsessed he was with you.

.˚☆ Something that you weren't expecting before you made it official with Armin was that he had a tongue piercing.

.˚☆ It came as a surprise when you finally got your lips on him and something smooth and hard was brushing up against your tongue.

.˚☆ He said that he got a tongue piercing after doing extensive research on female anatomy and pleasure, wanting to make up for his inexperience by providing duel stimulation to whoever his future partner came out to be (it was you ofcourse, he'd had such a long crush on you he wanted to be 100% sure he could make you orgasm + he's a pervert that fantasised about you squirming on his tongue).

.˚☆ Fantasy becomes reality because not only did he get to use his tongue on you; you urged him to do so as many times as he could, pushing you to your peak— cumming uncontrollably the first time he wrapped his lips around your cunt, leaving your cheeks tear streaked, eyes watery, and legs spasming trying to fight against his iron grip holding your legs wide open. He claimed to be inexperienced but you knew he could bring you to the same state even without the piercing.

.˚☆ You guys' new found pleasure very quickly turned sour as Armin's constant ministrations on your sensitive clit resulted in a tear on the lingual frenulum of his tongue (mucous membrane that connects the tongue to the floor of the mouth), leaving his mouth in pain and your cunt deprived of fulfilling pleasure with whatever alternative you both come up with.

a/n: Trust as soon as that tongue is healed, we're right back at it.

I was inspired by a Uni au fanart of Armin with a tongue piercing🪡 ( like what that tongue do!? 😜)

This is also my first ever AOT / headcanon fic so really proud of myself 👏

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