Hexes! Magic! Love-Spells!

24.

[succubusonthedoorstep]

🌷𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓎 - 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒿𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓇𝓎!

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„) If you don't worship me-

❤︎ Masterlist. ❤︎ Rules. ❤︎ Sexy! ❤︎ It just don't work for me.

🪷Newest Victim? ArtTeacher!Geto! NSFW & Dark Content Ahead. Must be 18+.

© succubusonthedoorstep2026. all rights reserved. please do not copy, repost, steal, or translate my work.

[erensdork]

pussywhipped!eren obsessed with finger fucking you

word count: 557

content warnings: rough fingering, male masturbation, cursing, slight dirty talk

He's able to feel your warmth, wetness and depth in such detail that he feels the phantom sensations run along his dick. The pleasure oscillates through him, pooling in his shaft and making it twitch. He treats fingering like fucking, completely absorbed by the motions as his mouth gapes and his eyes grow lidded. A pink dusting covers his face as he stares at your pussy shamelessly, groaning at the sight.

He finger fucks you deeper, curling his fingers to try and find impossible to reach spots inside of you, shuddering at the thought of his cock gliding against your insides instead. But, his imagination is so incredibly strong, his cock is already leaking from the fantasy.

It's even hotter when he brings a hand down to fist himself at the same time. He keeps his rhythm consistent, matching the pace of his pistoning fingers inside of you to the desperate tugs at his length. He doesn't hold back his moans or his movements, bucking his hips up into his hand as he begins to thrust his digits into you at a pace that sends your body gently bouncing up and down against the sheets. He loves it. "Fuck-"

The view of your body makes his cock impossibly harder. "Look at you..." His knuckles repeatedly slam at your entrance from the depth of his fingers, his lip finding its way between his teeth. And he knows he's supposed to focus on you. He knows he's supposed to make you feel good. He knows he's supposed to give you what you want. But, he can't stop fingering you just the way he likes it.

He selfishly fills you to the brim before scissoring his fingers inside of you and peering at the hole he creates. Once he sees it, he throbs. He throbs because seeing the wet, wide hole he had created inside of you has his balls draining and his shaft filling up. "Oh fuck."

He thrusts his hips forward, fucking his fist as he topples over the point of no return. He knows you'll be pissed at his premature high but the pleasure clouds his mind to the point where it becomes an afterthought. He curls his fingers into you, hard and fast, getting off at the feeling of your pussy until the pleasure becomes too much to handle. He lets go, letting out a tight groan in sync with the flex of his abs.

His hand stutters as he cums, the jerk of his cock sending ropes of sperm spilling over you. His body sways as the waves of his orgasm crash over him and his eyes flutter shut. Nevertheless, he revels in the feeling of his heightened pleasure by slowly gliding his fingers through your insides. He imagines filling you up, stuffing you with his seed until you're full to the brim; it only draws his orgasm out for longer.

And, when he's done, he opens his eyes to see your furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips. From there, he's spitting out apologies and rushing to retrieve a towel for you.

authors note: not sure how i feel about writing drabbles yet... i still prefer fics overall but drabbles are so quick and fun! i feel like i could get through a lot of requests this way. i won't be fully converting to drabbles though i just wanted to post something 😁

[tteokdoroki]

Ass eater yuuji just made me think of the fact that he’d be that kind of guy in college that’s known as ‘that guy who loves eating ass’ and it’s lowkey a little weird, but yuuji’s rlly hot and kind and charismatic and beefy so you do end up experiencing the rumors are true

🍥 ENTRY #16 LET HIM EAT CAKE ✩ jock bf yuuji .ᐟ

🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 through rumours and campus chatter, one might find that jujutsu tech’s favourite jock is a renowned ass eater. his girlfriend, as shy as she might be, is desperate to test this theory out for herself. | magnetic - jock bf yuuji masterlist.

🏁 safety car ! ⋆  not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. characters are adults. jock bf!yuuji itadori and weird & fem!reader. jock bf series, college au, no curses, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, fingering, squirting, oral sex (f!receiving), anal sex (f!receiving), dry humping. me when i turn everything into jock yuuji.

── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2026.

this is soooo jock bf yuuji coded im insanely unwell but over this …

he’s like most people’s first experiences with eating ass and he’s never the type to keep pushing for it or start consensually he’ll just be tongue deep in pussy, sucking the sensitive bundle of your clit into his mouth and shaking his head from side to side maybe even spitting on it before he looks up — pink hair matted to his face, maybe his sweat tinged with a cherry blossom hue and his golden skin glowing. “can i…fuck… can i eat your ass? please?”

i don’t think anyone would say no to him because it’s yuuji itadori. he comes with hazy puppy dog eyes that glow amber in the sunlight and turn chocolaty warm when he’s horny. he’s got plush pink lips, soft on your sex that shine with obscene amounts of slick and spit. not to mention, he’s so sweet and so kind — he holds open doors and helps freshman students across campus and he’s such a good fuck, why would you say no to his tongue dipping a little lower?

word gets around at how good he is at doing it, how he’ll spit on pussies and cocks and let it slide between the ass cheeks of his partners before he sucks it up, leaving sloppy kisses against their holes and he’s good at it. not ashamed to admit it when someone calls him an ass eater over a game of drunken beer pong.

so then you’re a few months into dating yuuji, he’s taken your virginity and indulged the kinks you thought you might have had before then… it never comes up. not to you at least — you catch whispers of those before you, sticking to the walls at parties it’s hard to miss what they say about the all star jock and your boyfriend … it makes your stomach turn. not because of jealousy, but because you want to know what it’s like.

yuuji would rather indulge your desires over his. spend hours between your legs running languid and lewd circles over your swollen clit — he makes out with your pussy as though he’s running out of time. trying to do everything he can before he’s caught in the act or your body gives way. from sucking slick from your folds, to drooling on your pussy lips, and fucking your quivering hole with his tongue like it’s his dick. he hardly wastes a second.

it’s not until he feels you push his head lower, stuttering broken letters that crumble like chalk into moans, that yuuji realises how much you want something else.

“you gotta use your words if you need somethin’, baby,” yuuji coos, words all wet as they fall from his gleaming, swollen lips. he blows cool air over your feverish mound, watching you clench around nothing. watching arousal run in pearlescent beads from your sex down between your cheeks. “what’s the matter, mama? talk to me.”

“want you to — oh!” you squeak at the cruel sensation of itadori’s teeth graze your beating clit.

he whispers hot into your pussy, folding your knees into your shoulders with one hand. “want me to what? speak up, pretty.”

“eat me lower…” you cry, feeling his smile spread into your sluice sloppy cunt. “e-eat my ass.”

“yeah? you’d let me?” a grin is painted onto yuuji’s lips, wicked but not cruel. just carefully crafted excitement that buzzes in the charged air like particles of kinetic energy fired up. you feel it trickle into your sex as the jock inhales you like you’re oxygen. spitting onto your mound and smearing it into your clit. “fuck, you’ve no idea how long i’ve been wanting to. needing to. kinda my thing and i love this pretty ass, baby. i really do. you’re heaven sent, made for me. my good girl wants me right here, yeah?” the drawl to his voice mimics a whine, needy and hungry like his own greed has pulled him open with nimble fingers that toy with his cracks.

his own creep lower, take the globes of your ass and knead them raw in an attempt to ground himself. pink hair sinks lower too, wisps of cherry blossom tickling the soiled backs of your thighs as though they are trying imitate the kiss of a spring breeze against the back of your neck. yuuji leaves a trail of open mouthed, treacly kisses from your cunt to your asshole, moaning desperately at your flavour as it rolls across the palette of his tongue.

“s-sensitive, yuu!” you squeak at the new pressure, clenching in two places around nothing — pushing out a fresh wave of violently hot slick.

he makes somewhat of a chuffing sound between sucking on your rim and coming up for air. he could die, drown himself in your flavour and never surface again simply because you feed him so well. douse the fires of his appetite with what your body has to offer. the hybrid noise comes out as wrecked in his throat. “i know, baby, i know. ‘m sorry, i know. just hold on a sec… trust me. s’gonna feel so good.”

to soothe you, make it easier for you to take him — yuuji tacks two fingers on your little pleasure bud that swells prominently between your puffy folds and attentively knocks it back and forth. the motion contrasts with the insistent, wet slurp of his tongue whilst he circles the rim of your ass — sucking your pussy juices into his mouth and spitting them back onto the second tight hole. frothy from his added spit.

“m so lucky, my good girl gets off on having ass played with. doesn’t she?” thick fingers replace his tongue at the puckered entrance, just one for now. he’d never want you to feel hurt by him. your back arches where you stretch over him, gripping every segment of his finger as it passes deeper into your warm walls. “fuck, you’re so right. look at you squirm, mama. you take it so well.”

meeting his brown eyes, calid and mirthy. yuuji latches back onto your pussy — entire mouth engulfing the length of your slit, pink muscle squirming against spoken walls to thrust, much like he would with his cock, and you ripple around him desperately every time. “taste so good, fuckin’ dripping for me.” he says, heady and hungry, chin wet and lips raw? moaning against you impatiently because all he wants is for you to cum.

when yuuji switches, tongue back in your ass and fingers rubbing your clit in misshapen circles — you squeal so high that the sound shoots down his spine and his eyes roll back into his skull, cock rubbing itself sore against the bed.

“can feel you… s’like you’re all the way in my throat. s-so deep, baby.” your voice is a tremor, barely holding itself together whilst your sanity comes apart. it’s true, his fingers scissor your clenched hole as if to make room for something thicker, girthier later on.

“hmm, you like that? me in your tight, warm little holes,” he’s got filth locked and loaded behind his teeth that graze your clit here and there — ecstasy striking you like a lightning bolt. yuuji’s pitch rises like hot air over cold, whiny and needy as though he’s seconds away from losing it all. “cum for me baby, i know you need it. let go for me baby. c’mon, come on. ohoho, shit. there it is…”

yuuji laughs brightly as you squirt — as if the very sight is the reason why the word joy holds its meaning. the corners of your world turn fuzzy with a black vignette as if a cloak of night has been pulled over your eyes. for a second, your presence in the world slips like it was always meant to be fleeting — you are sure that your heart pauses in place and your lungs exhale their last breath all while static jump-starts across your brain, cables crossing. electricity crackling. the jock licks you clean throughout, tongue curling to cover your clit, dipping lower to gather what juice runs between your ass cheeks. glistening, glazed — a sweet treat that has him bucking wildly into the bed until you’re both coated in your own mess.

“holy shit,” he licks his lips clean, wipes the remainder of your orgasm from the corners of his mouth with the back of hand in a manner that’s so sexy it gears you up for another turn. “you gotta let me do that more often. you cum so hard.”

you reach for him as he crawls up the bed to join you, the scent of yourself permeating his skin whilst he peppers you with affectionate kisses. “only if you fuck me there with your cock next time.” you beam, too buzzed to keep on being shy with your words.

yuuji’s eyes roll back into his skull and swears he might actually die.

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[hangenism]

♡ ⸝⸝ teacher!nanami & teacher!reader fool around at a teacher's conference, abbott elementary inspired ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: nsfw ⸝⸝ janine & gregory dynamic

teaching wore you out. with all the effort that went into lesson plans and grading—not to mention the mistreatment teachers faced daily—no one could blame you for wanting to find a way to de-stress. could they?

enter mr. nanami: regular substitute turned full time teacher. you’ve never looked at a coworker in that way, but he made it hard not to. with your classrooms right next to each other, you saw him every single day. when he wanted to pull you away for a chat, he knocked on your shared wall to grab your attention. you secretly liked it. he was fun to talk to, a lot more than you'd like to admit. the blonde man was serious, but also had dry sense of humor, and was very attractive. maybe too attractive that it distracted you from your duties. how you found yourself underneath him at this year’s teacher conference in miami will remain a mystery to you, a mystery you were in no rush to solve…not when he had you like this.

“keep it down sweetheart, the walls are thin,” he whispered quietly to you. he was attempting to bottom out, but he was too big to fit. he rubbed small circles on your clit with his thumb, but it was still no use. he could barely make it halfway in. the stretch alone made tears prickle in your eyes. you tried to bite back your moans, but you failed miserably. another one escaped from your mouth and he clamped his hand over your own to quiet you.

“shhh. you can take it, sweetheart, i know you can.” you nodded, eyes wide and fixated on him as he pushed in another inch. his thick cock split you in half and all you could do was groan against his hand. he chuckled and continued to massage your clit with his thumb.

after a bit of coaxing, he finally bottom out. he let you get used to the feeling of all of him, pressing light kisses to your collarbone and triple checking that you were okay. all you managed was a small nod. your mind was too focused on how he buried you to the hilt.

“just let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” he kissed your palm and you nodded eagerly.

“ready.”

he slowly moved his hips, eyes never leaving your own. the drag of his cock against your velvet walls made you squirm underneath him. you moaned softly and shuddered. his dick twitched inside of you at your pretty noises.

“you’re so beautiful,” he grunted, snapping his hips. you groaned, as much as you could given his hand was still over your mouth, and clenched around him. the addictive way your walls fluttered around his dick made nanami lose his mind. he picked up the pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. the low groans that escaped his lips made you spread your legs even wider. his thick cock bullied your cunt, splitting you open with stroke. the way he handled you was both gentle and rough: he called you beautiful as he spread your thighs apart, angling his thrusts to reach as deep as possible. your broken cries only egged him on and pushed him closer to the edge.

"i'm close, come with me sweetheart. need to feel you squeezing around me." he grunted and moved his hips frantically as he chased both your highs. the pressure in your stomach rose until you shattered underneath him. you clenched around him as you came, thighs trembling at the sensation.

you were completely lost in the pleasure that you didn’t hear the soft knock on the door.

“hey, hey, are ya in there? and have you seen kento? he’s supposed to help me out with my new projector…” someone from the other side of the door called out. of course, jacob's nosy ass was looking for the two of you again.

nanami stilled his hips and froze. your heart dropped to your ass when you heard the beep as jacob slid the keycard on the door.

“fuck.”

thank you to @pinkkittipawzz for requesting this ! you're the sweetest <3 ac: @ thatsallitchief taglist: @vanillaapples, @kamislop, @jiyuspassion, @valberryboos, @rengoatku, @mykirstein, @popeheywardssecretgf, @kentonami, @sunnyfieldsz, @megssleepygirl + join taglist here

[forriku]

𓀏𓂺

his thick cock pushes past your lips and fills your mouth in one smooth motion, stretching your jaw wide as nanami holds your head steady with both hands.

you struggle immediately around his heavy length, throat fluttering and eyes watering while he sinks deeper, savoring every choked gasp and wet gag that vibrates along his shaft. he loves this, the way your tongue presses helplessly against the underside, the tight heat of your mouth working so hard to take him. his hips roll forward with careful insistence, guiding more of himself down your throat until your nose brushes the neat trail of hair at his base and your breath comes in desperate little bursts through your nose.

nanami groans low in his chest, fingers threading tighter through your hair as he holds you there, feeling the way your throat convulses around him.

tears slip down your cheeks and saliva drips messily from the corners of your stretched lips, coating his balls and running down your chin in shiny trails. he pulls back just enough for you to gulp air, strings of spit connecting your swollen mouth to his glistening cock, before pushing in again with that same headpusher rhythm. you choke softly around the thick head as it nudges the back of your throat, body trembling with the effort, yet you keep your hands on his thighs and lean into it, letting him use your mouth exactly how he wants.

he watches every second of it with dark, focused eyes, the pleasure clear in the tension of his jaw and the slow, deep breaths he takes.

your struggles only heighten his enjoyment, the wet sounds of your mouth sucking and gagging filling the space between you as he fucks your throat in measured strokes. nanami murmurs soft praises, voice steady and warm, telling you how perfect you feel, how much he adores the way you fight to swallow him down. he presses deeper once more, holding you close while your throat tightens and flutters, drawing a long groan from him as pleasure coils tighter in his core.

the rhythm builds steadily, his grip firm on your head as he rocks in and out, always careful but unrelenting in his need to feel you struggle around every inch.

your lips look so full and slick wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing with each pull, and he cannot get enough of the sight.

when release finally washes over him, he keeps you right there, spilling hot and thick down your throat while you swallow around his pulsing length, body shuddering with the intensity of it. he eases out slowly afterward, thumb brushing your wet lips as he catches his breath, eyes soft with lingering satisfaction.

[malewife-levi-ackerman]

so cruel and twisted that Zeke never got to be anyone's weird uncle even though he is so clearly meant to be one. yeah that's my uncle Zeke he smokes two packs a day and every sunday he goes to the cemetery to piss on grandpa's grave. he's bisexual and loves to lie. which is why he's gotten divorced twice. from the same person. he has three cats and one of them is named after my dad. dad fucking hates it. yeah it's hilarious. lmao.

[t0jisbunny]

cult!leader suguru loves overstimulating your clit ⋆. 𐙚

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ based on this request

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"nghhahh — sugu, s’too much," you babble, tears of pleasure and overstimulation rolling down your cheeks.

he’s had you here, in his lap, for over an hour — two fingers rubbing your clit in precise, unhurried circles. “you can give me one more, can’t you, sweet girl?”

he makes it sound like a question, like you had a choice. in reality, he means "you will give me one more."

because he knows you can’t say no to him.

you nod your head feverishly, thighs twitching as he continues circling your swollen, throbbing little clit. “mm, this is why you’re my favourite girl. such an obedient little thing," he hums, rubbing your clit just a little faster.

“mnnngh — please," you cry softly, throwing your head back against suguru’s shoulder, soft whimpers escaping you. “shh, i know, almost there now," he coos, "such pretty sounds for me, hm?"

your whole body felt like it had melted, every nerve was on fire, slick coating your inner thighs. you squirm helplessly in his lap, his fingers bringing you close to yet another orgasm.

"that’s it, pretty girl," he whispers, breath hot against your ear, "just a little more." he rubs your clit faster, pressing slow, gentle kisses behind your ear.

after a plethora of whimpering, whining and gasping, you finally come undone. your hips buck against his hand, your entire body trembling from the intense pleasure. “o-oh my — sugu! — mnghh," you cry out.

he hums lowly, half in satisfaction, half in amusement as he watches you fall apart on his lap again, his fingers refusing to slow until you’re through it.

“thereeee we go, good girl," he purrs. when his fingers finally cease their movements, he looks over your shoulder, smiling to himself. "you’ve made such a mess, hm?"

you can only pant and whimper in response, feeling him lightly slap your pussy, making you yelp.

"poor thing," he says, lifting his hand and observing the slick you’ve left on it, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"now, i know my favourite girl hasn’t forgotten her manners," he says, voice infuriatingly calm as always, like he hasn’t just had you crying on his lap for the past hour.

“t-thank you," you say quietly, earning a gentle kiss on your temple.

[atinystaypixie]

I’m legit so tired of bitches complaining about black!reader. Tfym all black!reader does is party, smoke, and strip? So many fics of black!reader being a scholar, a bimbo, ex-wife, wifey, wifey to girlfriend, girlfriend to ex girlfriend, tutor, needing a tutor, a baker- i mean the list goes on AND THESE ARE ALL FICS THAT HAVE RECENTLY BEEN RELEASED! Mind you these types of fics have also been released on black!reader tumblr for YEARS! I’ve been on this account for a few years now and black!reader is never just some random ignorant, ass shaking bitch. Even when shaking ass, all of these girlies put in so much work to give her personality, a backstory, and emotions. Not only have I seen one black fic writer write a range of black!reader, I’ve seen MULTIPLE black writers on here write a range of black!reader. It’s not just a matter of you not finding the right account, it’s a matter of you just ignoring the damn fics and not looking for them. DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING SINNERS FICS BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT BLACK WRITERS HAVE DONE FOR BLACK!READER WITH SMOKE AND STACK?! Yea stop playing these girlies like that aint put hella time, energy, and thought into these fucking works that they do FOR FREE! Even if they want to only write black!reader as “ghetto” and as someone who shakes ass THEY HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO DO WHAT THEY FUCK THEY WANT! If you want something different WRITE IT YOUR FUCKING SELF! Everyone does this shit for FREE and for the damn love of the game. Black women can’t even create in peace without random bitches getting on their ass? Can Black women please just be left the fuck alone ESPECIALLY by their OWN FUCKING PEOPLE?! Damn yall pmo.

To every Black fic writer out there that’s creating for us to enjoy, please continue unapologetically. Please let black!reader shake ass, get degrees, get married, have kids, get divorced. I’ve seen too many black writers leave this platform and deal with constant harassment and negativity. I love you and all of us who are enjoying yout content loves you too!

[akaamarin]

House clean, clothes washed, dog fed, dinner ready💃💃

[larkspurhoney]

Men who take off your shoes, carefully peel your sheer tights to massage and kiss the arch of your foot before resting your legs on their shoulder and burying their face on your pussy vs. Men who toss you face down, ass up, and tear up a hole in your tights so they can eat you out from the back through it

[sugurizz]

Higuruma/ Nanami vs Toji / Kuna

[pinkmirth]

𝒩𝐸𝒞𝑇𝒜𝑅.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. adrian ‘ alucard ’ țepeș!

CONTAINS ⨾ ( 2.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x vampire!fem!reader ( black coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century ( late 1400s ), established relationship, soft-dom!alucard, nasty rawww freaky ass vampire sex, missionary, blood-letting, blood drinking, size difference, use of pet names ( e.g. love, darling, iubire, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo! 

𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ requested by the lovely @rsv3n! thank you for the splendid idea <3 i think lulu would be veryyy open to a blood-sharing ritual! actually he’s a little too excited, lol >.< he’d love teasing you with that thick, red sweetness, swapping the liquid between your tongues as he fucks you nice 'n deep mmm . . that’s as intimate as can be, and he wants to be irrevocably close to you . plsss hubby is just so in love <3 please enjoy this little blood-stained drabble, and thank you for reading! ❤︎

𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ )  drunk in love, beyoncé ⨾ candy, cameo ⨾  a little death, the neighborhood ⨾ whatever you want, tony! toni! toné! ⨾  join me in death, HIM ⨾  blur, the marias

dhampir blood is cloying, to put it best. sticky, syrupy, and far more potent than any mortal vein. your husband had been kind enough to let you drink in that confirmation just hours ago. 

castlevania’s ancient stone held the chill of a thousand transylvanian winters, but within alucard’s grand bedroom suite, the air was just about thick enough to tangibly cut through. on the floor lay a forgotten graveyard of finery — stiff silk corsets and a froth of ruffled lace embroidery cast aside in the height of your lustful fever.

with a reverence that treats you like glass, alucard has you laid upon velvet furs, dropping you tenderly as if you weren't immortally powerful. he lowers his own body down to yours, defined and beautifully scarred, until his limbs entwine with your own and the cold of the castle fades into a distant memory. 

your skin remains so soft to the touch, holding this otherworldly glow; even after turning into something devoid of life. in the guttering candlelight, his pale skin looks like polished marble, the flickering flame highlighting the pink slash of his flesh scar, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between your cold, pressed bodies. he was only one part mortal, a beautiful contradiction you find it to be — and beneath his ribs, half of a heart still drums a slow, heavy rhythm. 

alucard’s hips find their home between your thighs once he finally sinks into you. you bracket the slim taper of his waist with your trembling legs, head throwing back as he presses the slippery crown of his pretty cock past the sticky schism of your puffy lips. you moan so deliciously whenever he enters you, a sound as coaxing as a lullaby; he doubts he’s ever heard anything sweeter. 

his wispy blonde lashes flutter whenever your gushing hole contracts just enough to squeeze around the girth of him. he swears your heartbeat never truly left you; it must’ve simply gone down to your cunt, waiting for his touch to call it back to the surface. he begins to press into you with slow, deliberate rocking. it utterly delights him — watching you mewl at the stretch he brings, breasts swaying with each thrust careful thrust he feeds you. 

“adrian . . mmm, d—don’t hold back on me,” your plush lips are agape, the sliver of your precise fangs shining as you puff out sultry breaths of air out between them. “please, my love, fuck me faster,” you plead, the soft ache of knowing you can handle him — and that he knows it too — melting thick and heavy between you. 

your stiletto claws glide like the flat of a smooth blade over his skin, tearing vivid lines of crimson down the pale, broad canvas of his back. a low chuckle spills from him, dark and sweet like honeycomb, sending a deep, rhythmic throb straight to your core. there’s no need for words; you both know the truth by now. he craves the pain you bring.

“whatever you wish, my dear,” he indulges your request, no matter how bratty your whims might be, and takes a firm hold of your waist; hands locking onto the dipped curve of it, anchoring you to the bed, to him, so he can plow into your sopping pussy until the sharp collision of slapping skin casts the wettest, most lewdest of echoes throughout his bedchamber. your voice breaks into a scream of pure delight, a sweet kind of sound that vibrates through the room, making the wallachian-pine of the bedframe creak and groan beneath every heavy drop he makes into you. 

he begins to moan out your name between labored huffs, fangs bared with every breathless moan that slips out from his bobbing throat. adrian lowers his head, a curtain of golden hair cascading around him as his dark gaze fixes on the exact point where he enters you — over, and over, and over again. 

you peer up at him lovingly, trace the image of your angel of a husband; watching as the base of his throbbing cock sheathes in deep, just to reappear with every heavy, punctuated drive of his hips. his abdomen flexes tightly with the effort. higher up, his thin brows are drawn up, pearly teeth grit, and his nose scrunched as his eyes squeeze shut in the pure surge of pleasure.

then, your gaze drifts, zoning in on his exposed throat. 

you find yourself fixated on the slender, elegant line of his neck, tracing the way it curves seamlessly into his shoulders and collarbone — you’ve always held a soft spot for it, your lips constantly drawn to kiss and nuzzle the skin there. the sloping protrusion of his adam’s apple catches your gaze of how he swallows down his pooling desire, all as you eye that subtle vein running along the side, pulsing with every breath. 

the curiosity has lived in you for so long — the wonder of what a dhampir’s blood might taste like . . . what alucard’s would taste like. as the intensity between you builds, your dilated eyes blow wide, mouth parting as you fixate on his neck. your focus narrows entirely on the way the veins running along it grow prominent, with all the exertion he’s putting into fucking his darling wife so, so well. 

your husband’s always had the uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts, even before you act on them. his eyes snap open, catching you in the act of staring — as if the sudden, ebbing heat in his flowing arteries have already warned him exactly where you want to bite.

the hammering pulse in his throat begins to thrum harder. 

“ah, you thirst . . . is that it, my love? shall I grab a chalice?” he delivers an especially grinding thrust, pairing it with the humble swipe of his thumb over your clit. you whine, you nod, you weep, all from the sheer pleasure of it.

your head tosses against the pillows, the thorny edge of your nails sinking into his shoulder blades until fresh, bright blood spills and beads over your grip. it takes everything in your being to keep your hands from drifting up to your awaiting tongue. 

“hnnn! y-yes, but I . . . I want yours,” you manage to gasp the words out, even as the heavy force of his rhythm knocks the breath right from your lips. your eyes lock — your glassy, completely dilated gaze catching the piercing gold of his. in that silent, breathless look, everything clicks.

he finally gets it.

“you — haah, you wish to taste of me?” adrian questions, leaning down low, slowing his thrusts and fucking into you harder, deeper, as if to pound the truth out of you. you nod, teary and needy, hands trailing up to caress either side of his neck, warming his silken skin with your open palms.

“mhm,” you whisper, “i’m sure you’re sweeter than any wine . . .” your teeth catch your bottom lip, aching for the moment his potent blood finally drips onto your tongue. your ribbed, velvety walls clench around him at the mere thought, a sudden sensation that ripples through you both. adrian feels your pulse throb in perfect tandem against his skin as his hips continue their slow, heavy roll. 

“fuck,” he manages out, the word torn from his throat. he never imagined a desire so dark would excite him so. “for how long have you yearned for this?”

“far too long, my love,” you mewl against his skin, pressing stray, wet kisses up the length of his neck. your fangs lightly graze his sweat-sheened throat, catching right over his adam’s apple. you suck gently against the pulse point, the sharp friction causing him to twitch and jump deep inside you with a sudden, ragged gasp.

“resist no longer, iubire.” he whines lowly, the muscles of his thighs and core flexing hard against you with every deep shove. “take what you want.” 

alucard gathers his long blond hair in one hand, sweeping the heavy tresses over his shoulder to bare the smooth expanse of his neck. you gaze up at him, mapping the absolute submission written on his face. his golden irises gleam back at you in the dark, glinting with a sharp, needy excitement as he waits to feel your fangs against his skin.

as if to soothe your hesitation, he implores you with the breath of a command against your skin:

"drink of me." he whispers, his voice a low, heavy vibration that seems to echo through the silent stones of the chamber. it does well at reassuring you. sliding up the smooth, warm expanse of his neck in your hands, you bring your lips to his skin, agape mouth brushing his artery with a grateful sort of reverence. leaning in, you allow your fangs to graze the hot skin of his jugular, tracking the frantic ba-dum of the pulse that marks his human heritage.

when you finally, finally, bite down, alucard lets out the sharpest, most ragged breath, his hands locking onto your hips as he bucks up into you at the welcome intrusion. his rich dhampir blood surges into your mouth — a potent, velvety syrup that tastes of concentrated life and a deep, metallic sweetness that coats your tongue like the most saccharine nectar.

“hngh, y—yes, yes, yes . . .” his eyes scroll back into his head as you cradle his beautiful face in your hands, completely helpless under your touch as you drain him, lapping his blood hungrily into your mouth. the fluid is intoxicatingly rich and warm, sliding down your throat like a heavy, golden essence that could only belong to a dhampir. he trembles beneath you, utterly consumed by the way your tongue sweeps along his major artery, siphoning every sugary drop of the rich blood he so willingly surrenders to you.

you let out a soft, gratified moan at the cloying sweetness of him; though not entirely drinking every ounce he offers. you hold some of the thick velvet syrup behind your teeth — gathering just enough in your mouth to perform the next ritual you have in mind. pulling back just by an inch, you meet his gaze with a heavy, unblinking focus, your plush mouth stained with the red coppery-taste of his life-force. 

alucard blinks down at you hazily, his golden eyes blown out and dazed as he groans against your lips. when you finally press your mouth back to his, the exchange is thick, visceral, and wet; nasty and lawless, just as vampires would do.

your fangs clash against his — a sharp clicking of ivory, as you share a desperate kiss that blends salt and iron. the rich essence slicks your tongues, and alucard greedily drinks his life-force straight back from your mouth.

alucard tilts his hips into yours with a slow, grinding force, his large frame pinning you flat against sheets of romanian silk as he slides back deep inside you.

his hands find yours against the soft bedding, his long fingers sliding between your own to intertwine and lock your palms tightly together. the direct friction of his thighs against yours generates a building heat that matches the warm syrup coating your tongues. 

he pulls back just an inch, his eyes glowing a fierce gold in the dim light as he gives one final, bone-deep shove that leaves you both trembling. his lips are stained a deep, beautiful red, mirroring your own.

“never thought my wife would be so . . . thirsty,” he muses, swiping his tongue over your lips. you can feel him smiling against them, a soft and intimate pressure.

you’re nearing closer to the edge, all from the searing taste of his blood, every sensation amplified to a fever pitch. he is also hazy from the feeding, his movements turning drawled and heavy as he rolls into you.

“c–cumming,” he huffs, grinding his pelvis down into yours one last. “mmm . . me too,” you clasp your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a messily wet kiss as your walls pull taut around him, reaching your coiling climax with a silent scream released straight into his mouth.

he returns the intensity, fucks shallowly into your gripping cunt; spilling thick, lukewarm ribbons of his heavy load deep inside you. you both rock into each other, riding the high of it all with shut eyes, panting into each other’s mouths until the heat finally peaks. adrian lifts himself off of you to lay beside you, his strong arms coiled around your waist to pull you close against his chest.

side-by-side in the stillness of the chamber, you lay curled together on the plush bedding. the ancient castle grows still, though the heat of the moment remains between you. he drowsily blinks his heavy eyes open, his cheeks a beautiful, shaded rose that deepens into a rich crimson. his mouth is slightly agape, the lower lip stained with the bright, copper taint of his own life-force. 

“you still look rather . . . parched, my love.” his hand slides up to caress your waist, his smile widening slightly as he offers you his bare throat. his fingertips trace the wet bite marks on his neck, marveling a bit at the funny, new sensation of being on the receiving end of those punctured holes. knowing the wounds will knit together soon, he silently urges you to lean back in and get some your fill before his flesh heals over.

“come, dragă mea,” he insists, pulling you in closer by your waist until you're flush against him. bringing his thumb up, he slowly swipes it over your reddened lip, his mirthful golden eyes searching yours. 

“don’t you want more?” 

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[pinkmirth]

𝒮𝒰𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐼𝑇.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. adrian ‘ alucard ’ țepeș!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 1.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon divergent setting ( 15th century / late 1400s ), established relationship, lulu speaks a bit of romanian. size difference, oral ( m!receiving ), deep-throating, facefuck, gagging, lulu gets the bj of his lifeee , throatpie >.< , lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ۶ৎ this little piece o' work came to be only because i’ve been thinkin’ of something so nastyyyy . . . face-fucking with alucard mmm >.< literally the pinnacle of my daydreams for the past 3 days . . . deep sigh . consider this as my way of starting off his birthday month with a small treat 🧁 please enjoy, and thanks so much for reading! ❤︎

𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦 ⨾ use your heart ( interlude ), SWV .ᐟ

alucard isn’t the kind of man who’s prone to losing his composure.

that being said, it isn’t often that you’re taking him down the entirety of your throat.

it’s not that he shies away from oral, or any form of intimacy with you. who is he to deny his beloved when she wishes to please him?

it’s moreso the sheer, depraved reality of you wanting to be gagged breathless by his cock that he can’t seem to grasp. the mere thought of stretching your jaw of his heavy length until tears stream down your cheeks, absolutely stuns him.

he’s too gentle, too soft for you at times, and he simply can’t bring himself to force that kind of rough friction down your throat; not without the hefty weight of shame that would consume him.

you know your husband loves to treat you with the utmost care, but for tonight, you just wish for him to let go. your aim is to strip away the gentleman he is and find something more earnest and raw — more than anything, you want to watch him completely lose his mind over the pleasure only you can give him. 

and so, on a quiet night softened by the warm glow of flickering candlelight, you find yourself kneeling upon the soft shag of carpet in his reading room, bracketed between the thick expanse of his strong, pale thighs. 

you suck him off nice and slow, deliberately sloppy — exactly the way you know he secretly craves, even if he’d never admit it aloud, blinking away the hot beads of crystalline tears that well up in your eyes. through the flutter of your lashes, you watch him restlessly shift in his armchair over every lick. 

alucard’s painfully shy about it at first, only because he has a semblance of an idea where you’ll take things tonight; you’ve mentioned the yearn to try deep-throating before. his hands find your shoulders, his grip dampish and hesitant, almost refusing because no — he won’t use you like that. he is a refined man, a scholar of both magic and science, raised with far too much dignity to ever treat you like that of an object. 

his mind scrambles for a reason to withhold from you, over why he would ever subject you to something so raw and shameless; but the sheer heat of your mouth makes his arguments melt away at the tip of his tongue.

the deeper you swallow him, the more your tongue swirls wet circles around his length, slick with saliva that paths down his shaft. alucard can only fracture into broken moans, his hips twitching with an involuntary, needy buck that drives him deeper into the wet heat of your mouth. a muffled whine catches in your throat as your lips stretch to accommodate the girth of him, your tongue sweeping up the sensitive underside of him to drag along every vein running beneath his throbbing cock.

“look at you go — ah, taking all of me in that pretty mouth of yours . . .” 

invigorated by his praise, you catch his large, pale hands in yours. you gently tug them from where they affectionately cupped your chin, guiding them up until they rest against either side of your head. he almost tries to pull away — his gentle instincts urging him to refuse, but you don't allow him. instead, you sink deeper, drawing him down until his heavy length pushes past all resistance and hits the very hilt of your throat. 

“fuck! —don’t overdo it, darling. you’ll— mmm, you could choke,” a heaving, breathless gasp rips from his chest, the sort of tender sound that breaks the quiet of the room. all his hesitation evaporates as his trembling fingers bury themselves deep, gripping the soft roots of your textured hair to anchor himself against the overwhelming onslaught of your mouth.

you pull back with an audible, wet pop designed to tempt him, thick strings of saliva connecting the swollen pillows of your lips to the glistening crown of his cock.

“you’re too nice to me, ‘adri . . .” you whine softly, looking up into the molten gold of his eyes while dragging your tongue lazily over his tip. he shudders violently at the sight and feeling altogether, a low tremor running up the length of him. “use me, just a little bit.” is your plea, “i want you to.”

the sparkle in your beautifully round eyes speaks volumes, revealing exactly what you crave — his rough edges, his taut grip in your hair, his low noises, his cock in your mouth being the only thing you can taste — all of it. and so, with an almost testing plunge, alucard cups your face in his careful hands and tilts his hips, delivering a subtle thrust or two before shallowly bucking into the tight heat of your mouth. 

“god, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,  even when you’re choking on it . . .” adrian coos, admiring your urge to please through hooded sun-yellow eyes, peering past his blonde wispy lashes, “so — mmm, so good for me, dearest.” 

it’s far too sweet not to continue, entirely impossible not to speed up; the sensation is consuming. a deep, fractured groan tears from his chest, golden hair spilling forward as his head drops. his mouth does the same, silently falling open whenever the blunt round of his cockhead hits as far as it can manage to reach. the quickening rhythm of his thrusts coaxes a symphony of slick, wet noises from the depths of your throat, forming frothy bubbles of spit that smear your pretty little tear-stricken face and gather around the base of him.

“christ. love, did your throat get . . hngh, t—tighter?”

you’d reply if your jaw wasn’t locking around his thick cock, helpless as he relentlessly drives past your lips. the only difference is that he’s finally chasing his pleasure completely without inhibition — the way you’ve always wanted him to. 

all the poise in adrian is now gone; he grows reckless, louder, plunging heavily into your mouth with the sloppiest abandon. every unbridled thrust prompts the dull, wet smack of his heavy balls to tap against your spit-streaked chin. you bring an emboldened hand up to fondle them, just to watch him writhe. 

"fuck yes, just like that . . k—keep still for me, love," his tongue swipes along the sharp, pearly line of his gleaming fangs as he pants, nimble fingers spanning to cradle your bobbing head as a means to ground himself. hearing him speak so dirtily, so completely unraveled by you sends a throbbing spike of heat directly to your sopping pussy.

you whine around him, allowing your husband to take you as he pleases, all as your own lust for him builds until you can’t bear the ache any longer. seeking any dainty form of friction, you make an attempt to grind the sensitive peak of your clothed clit into the heel of your palm, even as it pulses from the lewd display of him losing himself over the feel of your mouth. the way he fucks into it and grunts above you makes you hump a little faster.  

“prinţesă, i’m getting— hah, so close,” adrian’s honeyed voice is low and warning, his head thrown back as a golden silk spill of blonde hair cascades onto the cushioned chair. you can always tell when alucard is nearing — it’s evident in the heavy, demanding pulse against your tongue each time he uses his big hands to rock your nodding head further down onto him.

then, with a sudden, shaken cry of your name, he falls upon his orgasm, thick ribbons of lukewarm cum spurt onto your awaiting tongue; rivulets of his seed and your spit dribbling down your lips as you eagerly manage to lap it all up. 

“oh— yesss, I love how you gag on it for me, iubire . . please, keep taking all of it,” he growls, his refined demeanor completely shattered as he involuntarily pushes the back of your head, forcing your face flush against his smooth, blonde-dusted pelvis. he doesn't give you much of a choice; not when his hips deliver one last, desperate surge that drives him to the very back of your throat as he spills warm streams of his cum down it.

a low, animalistic groan rises from the very depths of his chest as he releases a thick, burning pour inside your mouth. eyes scrolling back, adrian’s entire frame trembles violently once you swallow around him, drinking down every last milky drop he has to offer.

you peer up at him with a cheeky, satisfied glint in your eyes, observing your angel of a man helplessly melt into his seat. his entire frame still shudders with the lingering force of his thorough climax. golden strands of hair are strewn across his flushed, beautiful face, and his thin blonde brows upturned in an orgasmic haze.

his broad scarred chest rises and falls as he works for breath, all as the length of his cum-smeared cock twitches with a lewdly slow, residual beat, bobbing between the wide expanse of his thick ivory thighs.

“that was better than you thought it’d be,” you murmur, a soft, breathless laugh catching in your throat as you glint up at him. you lean forward to rest your chin against his sinewy thigh, looking up into his dazed golden eyes with a triumphant smile. “wasn’t it, husband?”

he merely covers his face with a wide, trembling hand, entirely spent by how unmade you rendered him; all by the use of your mouth alone. after a quiet moment, his fingers slide down to cup your jaw, his thumb wiping away a creamy trace of his spill from the corner of your mouth before tilting your head up. 

he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the pillows of your lips, suckles on the bottom one just to taste himself off of you. a weary, although adoring smile graces his pretty face as he hooks strong, corded arms underneath your bottom and pulls you up until you’re fully gathered into his firm, bare lap, tucking you flush against the breadth of his warm, beating chest.

“. . . yes,” adrian humbly admits, dipping his head low, as to bring his mouth to meet yours once more. he swipes and suckles along your awaiting tongue, all so you can swallow the timbre his low whisper, “it was.”

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[tvgals]

when (very whipped) frat! sukuna popped his shy! gfs cherry for the very first time, he couldn’t contain himself.

you might think he’d start pounding into you, slapping a calloused hand over your mouth to muffle your mewls — or that he’d ignore your asks to slow down and would pace himself at wherever he found satisfactory.

no, i mean he couldn’t contain in himself in the sense that he had tears welling in his eyes and he could only whisper “thank you” into your ear.

“baby — holy shit — thankyousomuch..thankyou..” he rushed, tears falling from his ruby eyes. “mmfh- ohmygod, kunaaa!” is all you could manage as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, your head caged between his built arms. “i can’t believe you’re letting me do this..” he whispers, his brows knitting as he kisses down from your ear to your collarbone, hips rocking into yours. “i love you s’much, sukuna..” you whisper into his ear, bucking back up into him — and sukuna promises to whatever god there is that he would never let you go.. on account of the fact that he came inside of you with a loudddd groan after you uttered those three words.

“holy fuck, y/n…oh my god…” he whined, fucking whined as you cried out, back arching into sukuna’s built anterior as tears flowed down your face — emotions so high neither of you could come down from anytime soon.

“one more time, baby…came too early..”

myaas sticker — i have two more things coming out i swear im sorry for abandoning yall

[realitytvshow]

[prrincessbabydoll]

asking plug!reiner to help you film a video for your somewhat secret twitter account surely was a bold choice. but the more you thought about it, about how perfect his toned body would be in front of the camera or how much traction the video would get, the embarrassment you got from wanting to ask withered away.

and besides, you and reiner had built a very close relationship in the almost two years you've known him, and being touchy wasn't much of a problem.

he was more than just your plug it seemed. and more than a friend. you two didn't really know what to label what you had. you were comfortable together, that's all that mattered. he'd seen you naked on a couple of occasions, same as you've seen him.

"hey big guy." you shouted from your car, tory burch wedged heels clacking loud against the concrete parking lot of the mechanic place reiner worked at. you knew around this time not a lot of people came through and reiners shift was about to end.

"hey princess,” reiner slung the rag in his hand over his shoulder, flashing you a sexy grin. "whatcha doin' over here so late?"

"oh nothin, i got a favor to ask."

he plopped down on the hood of the truck he was working on.

"let's hear it"

"you know i make...content, right?"

"right."

"and you know i've been talkin' bout wantin' to do a collab with someone, right?"

reiner paused to think then nodded. “yeah.”

"could you... help me with a video? just once, if you're comfortable with it. it doesn't have to be all that long, and if you don't wanna show your face then i could blur it out or focus the camera so it's not on your top half you know?"

reiner chuckled his big beefy arms crossing as he looked at you intently. "what would we do?"

"oh... fuck! rei... too deeepp!!" you whined, reaching from behind you in an attempt to push his hips away from your sopping pussy. he grabbed your wrist with one of his hands to pin them behind you while snaking the other to rub your sensitive clit.

"nuh uh, don't run now," reiner cooed in your ear. "you wanted this, baby."

you had long forgotten about the camera. the feeling of him marking up your neck with little kisses that turned into love bites that spread down your spine made you impossibly wet and fully cock drunk. he was so big that he towered over you and caged you in from under him.

reiner had done it all. he ate your pussy like he was starved, showing off your glistening clit to the camera

"she's all wet and i've barely even started, he said to the camera, giving a mock dissatisfaction. "how naughty."

and when he was done he turned soft, leaving little pecks on your pussy that continued all the way to your ankles.

he had you in missionary next, your legs on his shoulder while he gave you slow strokes that made you see God himself. reiner whispered sweet nothings and praises in your ear, edging and teasing until you broke. he kissed the tears of pleasure and pain from your beautiful doe eyes that tried their best to focus on him when he asked. you truly tried to hold on to your sanity but something about the way reiner fucked made you go insane.

you tightened your legs around his big frame to pull him in making his hips stutter.

"fuck baby, feels good?"

"ouu shit..." you gasped, fisting the baby pink sheets of your princess bedroom to brace yourself for the blinding, dizzying pleasure that bursted in your abdomen the deeper reiner thrusted into you.

"f-feels so good rei!"

"you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? make a mess for me... yeahhhh."

the air left your lungs as you came, messing up the sheets and you and reiners inner thighs when you squirted hard. reiner interlocked his hands with yours, reaching down to kiss you messily as he came inside of you. it was too much, your brain went dumb at the feeling of reiners seed stuffing you full while he continued to thrust himself into you.

"awe," reiner cooed, cradling your face in his arms. "she went dumb on me, think she got one more left?"

@𝒫𝑅𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐸𝒮𝒮𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴𝒟𝒪𝐿𝐿 2026 ⸻ please do not steal my work or feed it to ai, thank you!

[tirajpg]

Summer monke

[pinkmirth]

𝒩𝐸𝒞𝑇𝒜𝑅.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. adrian ‘ alucard ’ țepeș!

CONTAINS ⨾ ( 2.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x vampire!fem!reader ( black coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century ( late 1400s ), established relationship, soft-dom!alucard, nasty rawww freaky ass vampire sex, missionary, blood-letting, blood drinking, size difference, use of pet names ( e.g. love, darling, iubire, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo! 

𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ requested by the lovely @rsv3n! thank you for the splendid idea <3 i think lulu would be veryyy open to a blood-sharing ritual — actually he’s a little too excited, lol >.< he’d love teasing you with that thick, red sweetness, swapping the liquid between your tongues as he fucks you nice 'n deep mmm . . that’s as intimate as can be, and he wants to be irrevocably close to you . plsss hubby is just so in love <3 please enjoy this little blood-stained drabble, and thank you for reading! ❤︎

𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ )  drunk in love, beyonce ⨾ candy, cameo ⨾  a little death, the neighborhood ⨾ whatever you want, tony! toni! tone! ⨾  join me in death, HIM ⨾  blur, the marias

dhampir blood is cloying, to put it best. sticky, syrupy, and far more potent than any mortal vein. your husband had been kind enough to let you drink in that confirmation just hours ago. 

castlevania’s the ancient stone held the chill of a thousand transylvanian winters, but within alucard’s grand bedroom suite, the air was just about thick enough to tangibly cut through. on the floor lay a forgotten graveyard of finery — stiff silk corsets and a froth of ruffled lace embroidery cast aside in the height of your lustful fever.

with a reverence that treats you like glass, alucard has you laid upon velvet furs, dropping you tenderly as if you weren't immortally powerful. he lowers his own body down to yours, defined and beautifully scarred, until his limbs entwine with your own and the cold of the castle fades into a distant memory. 

your skin remains so soft to the touch, holding this otherworldly glow; even after turning into something devoid of life. in the guttering candlelight, his pale skin looks like polished marble, the flickering flame highlighting the pink slash of his flesh scar, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between your cold, pressed bodies. he was only one part mortal, a beautiful contradiction you find it to be — and beneath his ribs, half of a heart still drums a slow, heavy rhythm. 

alucard’s hips find their home between your thighs once he finally sinks into you. you bracket the slim taper of his waist with your trembling legs, head throwing back as he presses the slippery crown of his pretty cock past the sticky schism of your puffy lips. you moan so deliciously whenever he enters you, a sound as coaxing as a lullaby; he doubts he’s ever heard anything sweeter. 

his wispy blonde lashes flutter whenever your gushing hole contracts just enough to squeeze around the girth of him. he swears your heartbeat never truly left you; it must’ve simply gone down to your cunt, waiting for his touch to call it back to the surface. he begins to press into you with slow, deliberate rocking. it utterly delights him — watching you mewl at the stretch he brings, breasts swaying with each thrust deep, grounding thrust he feeds you. 

“adrian . . mmm, d—don’t hold back on me,” your plush lips are agape, the sliver of your precise fangs shining as you puff out sultry breaths of air out between them. “please, my love, fuck me faster,” you plead, the soft ache of knowing you can handle him — and that he knows it too — melting thick and heavy between you. 

your stiletto claws glide like the flat of a smooth blade over his skin, tearing vivid lines of crimson down the pale, broad canvas of his back. a low chuckle spills from him, dark and sweet like honeycomb, sending a deep, rhythmic throb straight through your core. there’s no need for words; you both know the truth by now. he craves the bite of your pain.

“whatever you wish, my dear,” he indulges your request, no matter how bratty your whims might be, and takes a firm hold of your waist; hands locking onto the dipped curve of it, anchoring you to the bed, to him, so he can plow into your sopping pussy until the sharp collision of slapping skin casts the wettest, most lewdest of echoes throughout his bedchamber. your voice breaks into a scream of pure delight, a sweet kind of sound that vibrates through the room, making the ancient wallachian-pine of the bedframe creak and groan beneath every heavy drop he makes into you. 

he begins to groan out your name between labored huffs, fangs bared with every breathless moan that slips out from his bobbing throat. adrian lowers his head, a curtain of golden hair cascading around him as his dark gaze fixes on the exact point where he enters you — over, and over, and over again. 

you peer up at him lovingly, trace the image of your angel of a husband; watching as the base of his throbbing cock sheathes in deep, just to reappear with every heavy, punctuated drive of his hips. his abdomen flexes tightly with the effort. higher up, his thin brows are drawn up, pearly teeth grit, and his nose scrunched as his eyes squeeze shut in the pure surge of pleasure. then, your gaze drifts, zoning in on his exposed throat. 

you find yourself fixated on the slender, elegant line of his neck, tracing the way it curves seamlessly into his shoulders and collarbone — you’ve always held a soft spot for it, your lips constantly drawn to kiss and nuzzle the skin there. the sloping protrusion of his adam’s apple catches your gaze of how he swallows down his pooling desire, all as you eye that subtle vein running along the side, pulsing with every breath. 

the curiosity has lived in you for so long — the wonder of what a dhampir’s blood might taste like . . . what alucard’s would taste like. as the intensity between you builds, your dilated eyes blow wide, mouth parting as you fixate on his neck. your focus narrows entirely on the way the veins running along it grow prominent, with all the exertion he’s putting into fucking his darling wife so, so well. 

your husband’s always had the uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts, even before you act on them. his eyes snap open, catching you in the act; as if the sudden, ebbing heat in his flowing arteries have already warned him exactly where you want to bite. the hammering pulse in his throat begins to thrum harder. 

“ah, you thirst . . . is that it, my love? shall I grab a chalice?” he delivers an especially grinding thrust, pairing it with the humble swipe of his thumb over your clit. you whine, you nod, you weep, all from the sheer pleasure of it. your head tosses against the pillows, the thorny edge of your nails sinking into his shoulder blades until fresh, bright blood spills and beads over your grip. it takes everything in your being to keep your hands from drifting up to your awaiting tongue. 

“hnnn! y-yes, but I . . . I want yours,” you manage to gasp the words out, even as the heavy force of his rhythm knocks the breath right from your lips. your eyes lock — your glassy, completely dilated gaze catching the piercing gold of his. in that silent, breathless look, everything clicks. he finally gets it.

“you — haah, you wish to taste of me?” adrian questions, leaning down low, slowing his thrusts and fucking into you harder, deeper, as if to pound the truth out of you. you nod, teary and needy, hands trailing up to caress either side of his neck, warming his silken skin with your open palms.

“mhm,” you whisper, “i’m sure you’re sweeter than any wine . . .” your teeth catch your bottom lip, aching for the moment his potent blood finally drips onto your tongue. you clench around him at the mere thought, a sudden heat that ripples through you both. adrian feels your pulse throb in perfect tandem against his skin as his hips continue their slow, heavy roll. 

“fuck,” he manages out, the word torn from his throat. he never imagined a desire so dark would excite him so. “for how long have you yearned for this?”

“far too long, my love,” you mewl against his skin, pressing stray, wet kisses up the length of his neck. your fangs lightly graze his sweat-sheened throat, catching right over his adam’s apple. you suck gently against the pulse point, the sharp friction causing him to twitch and jump deep inside you with a sudden, ragged gasp.

“resist no longer, iubire.” he whines lowly, the muscles of his thighs and core flexing hard against you with every deep shove. “take what you want.”  alucard gathers his long blond hair in one hand, sweeping the heavy tresses over his shoulder to bare the smooth expanse of his neck. you gaze up at him, mapping the absolute submission written on his face. his golden irises gleam back at you in the dark, glinting with a sharp, needy excitement as he waits to feel your fangs against his skin.

as if to soothe your hesitation, he implores you with the breath of a command against your skin. "drink of me." he whispers, his voice a low, heavy vibration that seems to echo through the silent stones of the chamber.

sliding up the smooth, warm expanse of his neck in your hands, you bring your lips to his skin with a grateful reverence. leaning in, you allow your fangs to graze the hot skin of his jugular, tracking the frantic ba-dum of the pulse that marks his human heritage.

when you finally, finally, bite down, alucard lets out the sharpest, most ragged breath, his hands locking onto your hips as he bucks up into you at the welcome intrusion. his rich dhampir blood surges into your mouth — a potent, velvety syrup that tastes of concentrated life and a deep, metallic sweetness that coats your tongue like the most saccharine nectar.

“hngh, y—yes, yes, yes . . .” his eyes scroll back into his head as you cradle his beautiful face in your hands, completely helpless under your touch as you drain him, lapping his blood hungrily into your mouth. the fluid is intoxicatingly rich and warm, sliding down your throat like a heavy, golden essence that could only belong to a dhampir. he trembles beneath you, utterly consumed by the way your tongue sweeps along his major artery, siphoning every sugary drop of the rich blood he so willingly surrenders to you.

you let out a soft, gratified moan at the cloying sweetness of him; though not entirely drinking every ounce he offers. you hold some of the thick velvet syrup behind your teeth — gathering just enough in your mouth to perform the ancient ritual you have next in mind. pulling back just an inch, you meet his gaze with a heavy, unblinking focus, your plush mouth stained with the red coppery-taste of his life-force. 

alucard blinks down at you hazily, his golden eyes blown out and dazed as he groans against your lips. when you finally press your mouth back to his, the exchange is thick, visceral, and wet; nasty and lawless, just as vampires would do. your fangs clash against his — a sharp clicking of ivory, as you share a desperate kiss that blends salt and iron. the rich essence slicks your tongues, and alucard greedily drinks his life-force straight back from your mouth.

alucard tilts his hips into yours with a slow, grinding force, his large frame pinning you flat against sheets of romanian silk as he slides deeply inside you. his hands find yours against the soft bedding, his long fingers sliding between your own to intertwine and lock your palms tightly together. the direct friction of his thighs against yours generates a massive heat that matches the warm syrup coating your tongues. 

he pulls back just an inch, his eyes glowing a fierce gold in the dim light as he gives one final, bone-deep shove that leaves you both trembling. his lips are stained a deep, beautiful red, mirroring your own — an eerily visual proof of the truest, most pure way for your kind to love, carving out a permanent sanctuary that exists completely outside the mortal world.

“never thought my wife would be so . . . thirsty,” he muses, swiping his tongue over your lips. you can feel him smiling against them, a soft and intimate pressure. you’re nearing closer to the edge, all from the searing taste of his blood, every sensation amplified to a fever pitch. he is also hazy from the feeding, his movements turning drawled and heavy as he rolls into you.

“c–cumming,” he huffs, grinding his pelvis down into yours one last. “mmm . . me too,” you clasp your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a messily wet kiss as your walls pull taut around him, reaching your climax with a silent scream released straight into his mouth.

he returns the intensity, fucks shallowly into your gripping cunt; spilling thick, lukewarm ribbons of his heavy load deep inside you. you both rock into each other, riding the high of it all with shut eyes, panting into each other’s mouths until the heat finally peaks. adrian lifts himself off of you to lay beside you, his strong arms coiled around your waist to pull you close against his chest.

side-by-side in the stillness of the chamber, you lay curled together on the plush bedding. the ancient castle grows still, though the heat of the moment remains between you. he drowsily blinks his heavy eyes open, his cheeks a beautiful, shaded rose that deepens into a rich crimson. his mouth is slightly agape, the lower lip stained with the bright, copper taint of his own life-force. 

“you still look rather . . . parched, my love.” his hand slides up to caress your waist, his smile widening slightly as he offers you his bare throat. his fingertips trace the wet bite marks on his neck, marveling a bit at the funny, new sensation of being on the receiving end of those punctured holes. knowing the wounds will knit together soon, he silently urges you to lean back in and get some more before his flesh heals over.

“come, dragă mea,” he insists, pulling you in closer by your waist until you're flush against him. bringing his thumb up, he slowly swipes it over your reddened lip, his mirthful golden eyes searching yours. 

“don’t you want more?” 

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