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[chasseurlegendaire]

“Bite me again and I’ll fuck you twice as hard.” Isaac to Trevor ;)

CWC/DC/NC NSFW PROMPTS ( prompts | nsfw prompts )

NOTE: Dubcon at best, possibly Noncon...? It's rough, bloody and hateful is why. Probably happening during their fight in the Aiolon Ruins. Also I made a damn basic bitch separator because I got tired of there not being one here. ( & @nobilisdemens )

"I hope that is a promise." The pinned and absolutely beaten vampire hunter states, blood dripping freely from his bust lip, nose and his blue eyes fierce with defiance. He writhes under Isaac even as the two have been connected by the hip, his underprepared asshole aching and likely matching with the bit of injury the rest of his body has taken. Both Trevor and Isaac are scratched, cut, bruised and very likely have something broken with them. But they are tangled this way no matter what and the only thing that is preventing the two from killing one another for being so close is that they are engaged in sex. He should take advantage of this and just shove his not-so-hidden daggers right into the bastard's ribcage, but...

"Ah--fuck..." He mouths just before Isaac pushes back into him, grinding him further against the stone floor. The hand in his hair yanks his skull back before he feels lips on him again, which he knows isn't an act of anything but control. And just like that, Trevor once again bit down hard on the invading tongue and sneers when his assailant jerks away. Small victory, as it's met with a fist to his face so hard he is turned to his side, more blood spraying when he spits, gagging for air from the following cough. The Forgemaster is on top of him once more, still buried deep and pounding harder into him. This new position has him with one leg in the air, draped over Isaac's raised knee and the other pinned and starting to cut off the blood flow in seconds.

"I told you, mongrel. You will be wishing I took it easy and killed you from the start." He hears those venomous words, spoken by an equally dangerous snake who has slammed his face to the stone, pebbles and dust threaten to make his bad eye even worse than before. The pace that those hips are slamming into his own quickens sharply, his body betraying him in how he's still aroused to bursting. His voice comes out in gasps and wheezes, the pressure building up behind his bloodshot eyes and his heart working overtime to keep him alive. It is unlike Trevor to give up just like that, however, thus he uses his elbow to get Isaac to at least stop kneeling on his other leg. With those onyx chains wrapped in his fist, he pulls the brute lower to his face, seeing the dark ink and fiery reds of the man before his crazed gaze and taunts him once more.

"Is that the best Dracula's finest can do?"

As if he wasn't bleeding enough tonight, what's a little more? Isaac is quickly running out of patience with him and it shows. Perhaps a bit of the curse is fueling the both of them, challenging the other even when clearly the winner wouldn't be Belmont himself. No matter how much his only unrestrained limb fails to shove the madman off him, or prevent him from coating his insides with thick, hot hatred. With this he, too, would also come onto the floor and himself with a cry wrenched from him in the end. His grip loosens, chest heaving and still spitting thickening blood, and it's done. Ruined by the Forgemaster but still ready to get him back should the opportunity arise. He swears it. He won't be under him forever, even as Isaac takes his sweet time to slide out of him - the sound of their connection breaking makes bile threaten the back of his throat. That laugh annoys him the most, close to his ear like a lover, telling him wicked things as the come is dripping out of him.

"You look better used."

[belxmont]

Hector to Trevor: "It's nothing, go back to bed."

:3c

Hector would be lying if he told himself he didn't know when this started to happen. When he began sharing a bed with a Hunter, a Belmont no less, than sleeping in the quiet, peaceful privateness of his own quarters. When he began eagerly awaiting for nightfall so that he may sneak away into Trevor's room.

While their trysts had been enjoyable and seemingly countless by this point, the Forgemaster can recall every single moment to mind at will if he so chose. Every quieted moan, every breathless plea, every wanton cry of 'more, harder, please'. Catalogued every single sound Trevor has made and committed to the deepest, most intimate parts of his mind.

So why is it that, when he's lying awake next to the Trevor, who sleeps so peacefully with a Monster at his side, albeit a reforming one, his chest begins to tighten and his heart begins to flutter uncontrollably against his ribcage?

Trevor stirs then, as Hector gazes down at him with pale eyes. His back is still turned towards Hector and he runs calloused fingertips over the span of tanned skin on display, smiling softly as the Hunter finally turns to face him.

"What's wrong?" Trevor asks, wrapping an arm around Hector and tugging him close. A lovers embrace. An anchor to ground his wandering mind. A comforting warmth when the chill of the Castle sinks into his bones. Hector shakes his head gently and plants a kiss underneath a scarred cheek.

"It's nothing, go back to sleep." Hector replies, and allows himself to drift off to sleep. But not before an even softer, quieter confession leaves his lips.

"Please Gods, if you do exist, if you'll listen to a Monster like me. Please let this last a little longer..."

[naivesilver]

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I don't know if I can top (eheh) the vampire wife snippet with my puppets, but I will try my friend 💞 also you sent three roses so BIG paragraph

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It's too cold. It's too cold. It's too cold.  The fingers in Pinocchio's right hand are so stiff it's almost painful to hold the sword up. As for the left one, well… It's a good thing he had the reflexes to take the blow from a stray puppet on that side, and not the one where it would have met bone and flesh instead of metal, but that didn't leave him with much functionality. Father will be disappointed, once he finds out his prosthetic arm is right about destroyed.  Father. Where could Father be, in this chaos? The whole city is in disarray - Pinocchio keeps having to hide from violent puppets and those strange monsters dripping ooze all over the street, and he has yet to see anyone alive outside. Just corpses.  He'd never seen corpses before. He was too little when Mother died, and the Rose Estate hasn't had a funeral since he's been old enough to attend functions. But now there are bodies floating in the river, and he's had to use his sword for things worse than sparring with his schoolmates, and he just- it's just- He just wants Carlo.

[diabolifabrica]

So, Hector, you are attracted to blond hair, big eyes, long nails and "well endowed" men...

By chance, what are your feelings on Prince Adrian? 😏

Oh? Oh... Well. He can't lie about this. Even if he wanted to. And he doesn't want to.

Lie, that is.

"His Highness?" As if he really needed to blurt out that very rehearsed lines of respect, rejecting that notion of how he may, in fact, see the Prince as something more than the son of his Master. But perhaps this kindly visitor would see through it since the cat really does seem to have been let out of the bag with this.

And His Highness was isn’t around, so…

“… Professional.” Oh, will he be a little hard to get with this? Maybe not today. Meanwhile he idles his time with keeping his hands busy, turning a long blade in his haves while he gauges its progress.

“But that is just the expected answer. Now talking about someone behind their back is not exactly polite, but I have nothing but respect for him. At the same time, I admit I have been growing close to him, like friends at first. Though it has been rocky, considering my job and the fact that he wasn’t graced with siblings or has any other friends... my Master is strict on who his son interacts with and how he spends his time.”

He smiles in confidence, lowering the weapon he’s working onto a stone table.

“Which means he and I must be meaningful in our outings and make the most of our time. Isaac may have his own ways to go about it, but Prince Adrian trusts the two of us with his care. Sure, he has plenty of servants at his beck and call, but he always seems to have a need for one or both of us, even if it’s to draw his bath for him.”

[chumpovodir]

You know what? Screw it. Hectokado dump.

While vampire Hector would give him a delightful conflict in how he'd fight to retain his humanity, I think it makes more sense for him to become something else entirely. An immortal human, perhaps forging something close to the Philosopher's Stone. He's an alchemist (trained by "Mathias" himself ;) ), so it makes sense.

Imagine Hector living for centuries as a smith. It's what he's good at, and his craft is out of this world. He'd probably rely more on magic to fight against the competition of the industrial revolution lol. But he's a traditionalist at heart. Perhaps, after Julia died, he struggled to find other people to live with, because the poor man has suffered enough heartbreak before even his 30s. (but you will pry "Hector fostering cursed children like a good Dracula" from my cold dead hands)

He keeps away from Dracula. Killing his former Lord once was more than enough. After that one time and how he had been used, he thinks of himself as a liability.

And then Alucard comes back, and he destroys Dracula once and for all. And he's distraught, but he hides it in his new Arikado persona.

Imagine them meeting after all those centuries, how close to tears they'd be. Of course they'd settle together, for protection but also because, well, who else do they have? Arikado could teach Hector more of modern technology, and finally live together in society. Hector could comfort Arikado in his weakest moments, allowing him to open up. Hah, I wonder if Hector would know about how ruthless Arikado has grown, especially in regards to Soma and Julius. (Hector meeting the Sorrow cast would deserve its own post entirely, especially Soma oh man imagine Hector meeting his Lord but finally at peace)

They could watch movies and TV series together. They could dance together to the radio. Just decompress, like they could never do in their former lives. Finally enjoy the peace they deserve. Remembering the past that forged them both, but finally moving forward, sharing the grief and lightening it up.

yooooo this is pretty close to my headcanons as well!

i like to think however Hector gains immortality, he'd want to use it to make up for the lost time - he's gained a hunger for knowledge of the human world and all the unknowns it holds for him. but i also like to think it was accidental, and it takes him a little while to settle down to his new reality. maybe this was even an unknown consequence of becoming a Devil Forgemaster? after all, Drac knows both Hector and Isaac are human, with a very limited lifespan; unless by "suffusing them with his essence" he also knew there was some kind of loophole he could use to keep them human but immortal. man isn't above lying by omission, but then again they did both pledge their undying loyalty to him. so :^)

and oof, yeah i can imagine the poor guy struggling to integrate into society once he has to contend with the fact that yes, he is still human, but whatever dark forces he's been playing with have stripped the comfort of death away from him, at least by mortal means. so of course, eventually he has to go into hiding once again when the last person he shares any kind of bond with is gone. he's decided he's not going to take the easy way out via suicide anymore, and lives very quietly for a time, away from society like he had always planned for someday.

i can imagine he wouldn't dare approach any future Belmonts, not wanting to draw their suspicion due to his past links with Dracula.

so he bides his time as a smith, perfecting his craft over the centuries and functioning in the world as renowned, yet anonymous artisan. probably raising a new generation of smiths whenever he comes across any wayward children.

also no, i believe there would be no "close to tears" they would be full on sobbing at the sight of each other, the utter disbelief, the confusion, but also the relief. them catching up on the time since that fateful day when they saw each other for what they thought was the very last time.

oughhh. don't get me started on all the cutesy domestic scenarios they could be in. but i like to imagine that once Hector settles down with Arikdao in this modern setting, he feels much more emboldened to go out into the world and experience everything it has to offer - especially after Arikado points out that Hector doesn't have to feel self-conscious or that he's "evil" based on his looks alone. i'm sure being in metropolitan Japan in 2035 would see alot more out-there looking folks lmao. so it'd also be Hector who likes to drag Arikado to all kind of activities, cafe-hopping, you name it. (we can't forget the filler episode type of scenario where they attend a traditional summer festival sdklfjsldkfjsl)

and it's just like that, the two of them in the comfort of each other's company, slowly rediscovering the joy of living now that they have one another~

[luxintenebrislucetx]

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25 A kiss that's an accident

(( wrote a little more than intended but regardless, I thought it was cute and nice ))

There’s a memory that comes to mind, before his world got shattered to pieces…

It didn't mean anything at all! Truly it didn't, even as he's pulling the man back over for another kiss afterwards. That man being the several years older forgemaster who helped raise him when he's living in the castle. And the one who did the absolutely terrible deed (d-don't tell father!!) is none other than one Prince Adrian...

How they got to this point was just two innocent children playing.

Even though Hector was older than him, his charge happens to match and soon to surpass his height. His hair already long and pale golden strands streaming about behind him as he runs as fast as he could. With some handicap, naturally, as there's just no way even skinny brother Hector can outrun a hungry bat! With his fangs drawn and his nails out, Adrian makes small, playful roars - complete with verbal sound effects to strike fear into his prey!

"Oh no! What a terrible beast is chasing me!" A just as playful voice echoes from around a corner, the owner speeding up as his assailant rounds the corner. They're playing one of the younger boy's favorite games to play, tonight. Hunter and prey, it's good for the young lad even as he's reaching adulthood faster than one can blink, growing much faster than normal humans or likely just his genes. Particularly that side from his father... and what is displayed here even while the both of them may be deemed much too old for such play.

It's childish, but it's nostalgic. At least it was supposed to be.

It really was an accident, he swears.

At least the first time.

Adrian could "see" even when they gave him the handicap of a blindfold and a neutralizing scent to help hide detecting Hector too early. One false move and Hector was caught, tangled in long limbs and pushed against a table and chairs on the way to the floor. As Adrian lost balance, knocking their heads together and then? For the briefest moment as they struggled, laughing, hissing, pretending to claw clothes and flesh but catching metal and wood instead, he felt his head get knocked forward. In their descent, the dhampir has thrown his body over Hector's in order to protect him from the knocked over furniture from hitting him and he, bumped there by an object, kissed Hector.

That was the first one, where he pulls back immediately and seems to be apologetic for it, lucky that his fangs did not slice into supple flesh. The blindfold on Adrian remains, not that it was truly needed for their little playdate. Hector didn't protest much, even if he made a surprised sound when he's hovered over, sharp tipped fingers tenderly caressing his face with only the pads. He's concentrated, that prince, on leaning in and giving another kiss without so much as a fuss. It's as though the whole room just doesn't exist anymore, as the only thing that mattered to him was the feeling of accomplishment, of deeper affection and perhaps... desire. Lust.

But he's still so gentle and stops when his shoulder is tapped against, golden eyes barely seeing through the shade of white fabric around his eyes.

"Your highness. If this is what you wanted... you need but ask next. Skip the preamble." Hector offered, breathless, which net him the view of his prince finally becoming frustrated enough to lift that blindfold up and stare, the shines in his golden eyes reflecting light in the dim room.

"What? And ruin our fun? You were playing the role of my prey perfect... I should devour you now."

"Then have me, my Prince. Don't think I'll accept this all was just an accident, though. Heh. You know what you want."

A third kiss, entirely on purpose, was gifted to him now, pressing his palms against those decorated wrists and push them above Hector's head. He can feel his retainer's pulse, heart pumping that sweet nectar of life through him and channeling heat in the right places, coloring his cheeks and complimenting his silver hair. They stay this way, on the floor, for some time...

[mieldyne]

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OKAY SO I WAS GONNA WRITE UP SOME NEW SHIT BUT FNHSNFH NEVERMIND, THIS IS OLD AND CRAP?? ENJOY SOME DRAMON (DRASIM? SIMCULA? SIMOCULA?? DRACSIMO)

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Simon doesn’t even notice the dark shadow on the other side of the bed, waiting for him after sweeping inside before the window was closed. Now the hunter is unaware, just like the night before, of the man who is about to love him once again. His amber eyes are closed, his red tresses splayed out among the pillows and sheets, which are now being slowly pulled away. The hunter makes a small sound, turning onto his side as he’s not fully awake just yet, his awareness barely there, as he reaches for the blanket… only to have his hand held and drawn back, fingers intertwined like that of a lover, and both draped over his waist. He certainly felt that, and is surprisingly not very alarmed even when he should be. But those thick eyelashes flutter, trying to open and yet fail to do so, those bright eyes staying closed as he’s pulled closer to his visitor.

No words are spoken, and Simon doesn’t even struggle as he feels lips upon his skin, trailing down his neck and another hand rubbing against his backside. Soon the other hand gave up tying their fingers together in favor of sliding down his exposed leg, bending it at the knee and lifting it high, folding it close to his chest. They lift up his nightshirt, cupping his ass and massage his thighs as well. Simon wants to sleep and yet he wants this. He swears this feeling shouldn’t be happening, and yet he wouldn’t dare stop it. He’s getting hard from the straightforward yet gentle behavior, making him feel like he’s being handled by a long time lover... and definitely not the man who is supposed to be his sworn enemy.

[aquillis-main]

Both Forces and Frontiers suffered from the same problem: the development was so rushed that there are visible missing pieces in the story. For example, Forces lacks the entirety of Null Space, while Frontiers has that whole ending where Sonic's corruption amounts to nothing. But it will take years for the fanbase to recognize this.

Yeah, unfortunately. And for once, I'm blaming SEGA for it. Mainly because they rushed it to be out by 2022, and didn't bother fixing up the script in that time period.