#castlevania adrian

[qwee206]

He's too cute

[amoretteboba]

𖡎 This is so Dracula, Lisa & Alucard 🥺

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

*during a fight*

Alucard: Trevor, I’m afraid.

Trevor: What? just- stick close to Sypha.

Alucard: She's why I'm afraid!

*Manic laughing from behind them*

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best QPR Ship Group 3 Round 1

Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont, & Sypha Belnades vs Lilith & Hooty

Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont, & Sypha Belnades

Lilith & Hooty

Voting ended onJul 31, 2024

[crimsontangerine]

Final piece in this style. Working hard on changing it and learning new things. 

So why not start the new year with a good send off? 

Adrian taking his friends out to show him the woods that he used to walk with his family when he was younger. 

Taking a rest before heading back to make dinner. 

[thewritingginger]

Nights Alone

This was from this request, Thank's again!

I wrote this in a different way I think, so its in 3rd person but it’s written in a way of Alucard thinking of what he would do - ya feel me?!?

Fandom: Castlevania Pairing: Alucard x Fem! Bodied GN! Reader Word count: 893 words Warnings: NSFW 18+ Minors DNI, Mentions of masturbation (M), Oral sex (fem! & M! receiving), Fingering, Lonely & Deprived Alucard 

Enjoy ~

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“Ha god damn i-fuck!-” Alucard’s deep voice vibrates through the quiet room as he ejaculates onto his fisted hand. Slumped in his chair in front of the fireplace, shirt open, cheeks and neck flushed, he rests his face in the palm of his free hand.

It is yet another night he has found himself thinking about Y/n whilst doing this self-indulgent act. Shame washes over him after nights like this. He wishes the first time he did it was his last but truth be told he was lying to himself when he thought that. How could he not? As much as he may despise his sinful mind to think of the person that has been nothing but a genuine friend to him as an object to direct his lust  towards, he can’t help it.

He knows it’s pathetic.

He knows that it is wrong. So very wrong.

The treachery his mind plays when he fantasizes that it is their hands stroking him and not his own. That the warm saliva he spits on to his shaft is the doing from their beautiful mouth. He knits his brow at the image of them before him on their knees, eyes glossy and jaw slacked.

Though tonight his imagination strayed him from that picture and painted another. One in which he always seems to come back to.

Tonight he had Y/n on their back, their beautiful body laid out for his eyes to feast on. He was able to run his large hands down their frame, admiring every dip and curve. He was standing before them between their legs the only scrap of cloth on them is made up of the lace undergarment covering their sex.

Leaning down he’d begin peppering kisses down your neck, lightly nipping the skin every few pecks. His hands would rest firmly on their hips as he grinds his against theirs. Making his way further down their body he’d grasp their breast in one hand as his mouth makes work of the other. He’d grope their breasts and tweak their nipples. Reveling in their sweet gasps and moans. Looking up he’d see their face awashed with lust and neediness. Releasing their nipple with a soft pop he’d continue his ministrations down their belly to then rest on his knees between their soft thighs. He’d run his rough palms over them, widening the space between them to get a better view of their clothed need.

He’d savor this moment.

Kissing the inside of their thighs as they release soft moans asking for more, but not yet. He couldn’t rush this. Making a line of kisses towards the junction of their legs he’d switch to the other before meeting the middle, his hands rubbing and squeezing the supple flesh. Once satisfied with the number of red love bites he left behind we would look up to see their expression. Oh how deprived they’d look at him, their eyes just begging for his touch. For release of the tension building in their belly.

His grip on their thighs would tighten as he pulls their body closer to his face, so close he can smell their arousal and god was it heavenly. He wants to taste them. He needs to taste them. Leaning in he’d kiss their covered folds, breathing in their scent. Bringing one hand to aid in his quest he’d gently massage his fingertips over their dampening panties. Looking up through his lashes, their face blushing.

So pretty.

Pulling back he’d grab the waistband of the needless fabric, slowly peeling it from your body. He’d watch how they’d squirm, helping him with the removal. Discarding the artle to a forgotten corner he’d greedily reopen their thighs. Eyes drinking in the sight of their pretty wet lips. Spreading them open with his thumbs he’d blow cold air earning him a cute mewl. Finally giving in he’d take a slow drag of his tongue along their needy pussy. Lapping up all their essence like his life depended on it. Focusing in on the bundle of nerves he’d begins to suck at, their voice would begin to resonate through the room only making him need more. More of their voice. More of their desire.

He dreams of servicing them.

Make his body an object of pleasure for them.

Whilst licking he’d insert one of his long digits into their warmth. He groans at how they would cling onto him, their walls pulsating begging for more. He’d oblige, adding another finger feeling them slowly stretch around him. Curving his fingers up he would be graced with their sweet voice once again.

The sensations would be overwhelming in the most delicious way. With their taste upon his tongue. Their smell. The way they’d suck his fingers in. Their voice crying for him and the way they’d would look all need and lust, their lips parted, eyes heavy - all from his doing. Every part of them just feeds the carnal desire to please them. To mark them. To have them.

He would drink up everything they’d give him.

He would taste every morsel of their being.

But all of this is just in his head.

He is not with them.

He is merely a deprived man alone in his study committing this debauchery. He should be ashamed and exercise self control but he can’t.

And he won’t.

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Still struggle with naming things :’)

Hope ya enjoyed that tho. Twas kinda sad but I think I like how it came out.

If you have any more ideas my requests are open both general and Kinktober :3 

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[jackie-darling004]

Am not saying Death was right, but I too go to great lengths to satisfy my hunger. 

[symphonyofthewrite]

What a King Considers Beautiful 

Art by niuan_ on instagram!! I'll include a link to that in a reblog!

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix) | Castlevania Symphony of the Night

Summary: Of vain queens and fire green | A fluffy little ficlet about Vlad and Lisa homeschooling Adrian.

My second fic for the prompt on tumblr “Please give us Lisa and Vlad just being loving science parents (bonus points if they’re protective).” Last time I focused more on the loving parents + protectiveness part, this time I’m focusing more on the science part!

Notes: I wrote this a while ago, for the same prompt I used for "Seven Years Bad Luck...or Maybe Just a Moment."

I've been trying to teach myself to be less perfectionistic, so I apologize if the language, or the experiment they’re doing at the end, is/are inaccurate to the time period. I decided not to scour the internet to double check XD And I don’t actually know if Cassiopeia is one of the constellations on their ceiling.

Also, yes, I am aware there’s more to the Cassiopeia myth than I said. I might be able to get to that later…

I got an angsty idea for an extra scene, but a) at the time I promised myself to write something truly fluffy with this, and b) it wasn’t ready by the time the rest of the fic was, so i didnt include it. I might add it to this later, or add it as a second chapter, or another fic in this series, but I made sure to keep this one truly fluffy because that’s what we all needed during this time (and after S3…).

At this point I’ve had this fic up for a while, and I seriously do love that idea... so maybe I’ll add it as a reblog or something? What do you guys think? Do you want to read my angsty last scene?

I hope you enjoy! Please don’t hesitate to leave a comment and/or reblog to let me know!! They really do cheer me up a lot!!

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“What about that one?” Adrian points to a collection of stars.

“That’s Cassiopeia.” Lisa answers.

The two of them are laying, not, in fact, on a moonlit patch of grass, but on the floor of the boy’s room, looking up at the ceiling. Unlike most ceilings, which are plain and boring, this one is littered with stars. They’re no glow-in-the-dark stick-ons either. Vlad and Lisa once painted these stars, and they were meticulous; making as sure each constellation was in its proper place.

“It was said she was a vain queen, who once boasted her daughter was more beautiful than all the nymphs. To punish her Poseidon tied to a chair in the sky, making her hang upside down for half the year.”

Adrian makes a face. “That sounds …ridiculous.”

“Which part?”

Adrian thinks for a moment. “All of it. Why would she boast like that? Didn’t people in Ancient Greece know how jealous the gods could get?”

“Maybe not. Or maybe she knew, and boasted anyway. Maybe she was trying to spite him.”

“Probably not the best idea.”

“No, I wouldn’t say so either.”

“And why would Poseidon punish her so harshly, just for saying that? Didn’t he know she was just being vain, and the nymphs really were more beautiful? Couldn’t he have let her off with a warning?”

“Who knows, maybe they weren’t as beautiful as everyone thought, and she touched a nerve. Or maybe he was just insecure. And, well, the gods aren’t known for their merciful punishments.”

“But they’re the gods. Isn’t it their job to be infallible?”

“As you so expertly pointed out, the Greek gods weren’t infallible at all, in fact they were jealous, petty, and vain themselves… amongst other things. In other words, they were very human.”

Adrian ponders it.

“And, I don’t know,” Lisa considers, “I can kinda see where Cassiopeia was coming from.”

“What do you mean?”

She turns over to look at her son more closely, brushing a strand of gold behind his ear.

“It wouldn’t take much for me to say my son is more beautiful than all the nymphs.”

“Ugh, mother, stop!” he turns away, and she laughs.

“I can understand both sides, myself.” Vlad’s footsteps sound around them.

They sit up, startled.

Vlad continues as he walks into the room, (avoiding the patches of waning sunlight on the floor). “On one hand, your mother has a point. On the other, one ought not disrespect that which a king considers beautiful. She was asking for trouble at that point.” He steps over to the desk in the corner, picking up the papers on it and thumbing through them, continuing, “When you have all that power, it’s easy to forget that your punishments are cruel.”

“So,” he changes the subject abruptly, “You hypothesize that the copper sulfate is going to burn the same as the salt?”

Adrian nods excitedly. Pyrotechnics are a favorite past-time of nine-year-old boys (well, in this case, not actually nine. But it’s a past-time of boys, and sometimes girls, of any age, nonetheless.)

Vlad raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Let’s go and see, shall we?”

Adrian looks at his mother, who smiles and nods. Vlad hands him his notes, and the boy takes them, bustling down the staircases—his parents following more slowly, chuckling to themselves at their son’s eagerness. They soon reach the large room downstairs where they do most of their experiments; shimmering with golden light, full of bubbling beakers and bottled lightning.

Lisa hands him gloves, warning him to stay safe—which he can’t get on fast enough. Vlad gives his son each of the supplies as he needs them. Adrian consults his notes, setting up the experiment; rolling the salt on the end of one skewer, the copper sulfate on the other (more carefully).

“Shall we go outside and test these?” Vlad puts his hand on his shoulder.

They make their way through the hall, Adrian scampering out the door; the sun went down while they set up.

Vlad sets down the bucket of water he brought, and asked if Adrian was ready. When he nods, Dracula holds up his hand, a small flame appearing in the air by his fingers.

Adrian holds up the two skewers. His father steps forward and lights the salted ends of each, (reminding him not to breathe in the fumes from the copper sulfate).

They light, a little orange flame sitting at the top of each. Adrian examines the flames, then holds them each up to the one Vlad is still holding to get a closer look.

“I was right!”

Dracula holds up a finger on the other hand to call for patience.

Adrian watches as the orange on the copper sulfate flame becomes dotted with...green? Was he mistaken? It becomes clear he isn’t, as the green streaks multiply, as if rushing by, until the entire flame has turned a light green color. He smiles in awe. Then holds it back up to the other flame, making sure of what he’s seeing.

He holds onto the them as long as he can, but when the flames reach the actual skewer Adrian reluctantly drops them in the bucket of water, where they sizzle and die (and Vlad drops his arm, extinguishing the magic flame too).

“That was magnificent!” Adrian grins.

“Now don’t forget to write the results down in your journal.”

“Ugh, alright…” he mutters as he picks up the bucket to take the supplies back inside the castle. Clearly he’d rather continue to play with fire with his parents, than finish his homework for his teacher.

Vlad puts his arm around his wife, and they watch him go. Lisa rests her head on his chest.

“He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Lisa murmurs softly.

“Careful, or you might to bring the gods’ wrath upon us.”

She pushes him playfully.

“He’s growing up too fast.” She continues as she intertwines her arm back around his. “I just want to smush him in a bottle and keep him young forever.”

“Well, some famous humans would say that’s what makes things like him so beautiful; they don’t last forever. A flower that blooms eternally would lose its luster.”

“I think I’d always see him as beautiful, no matter how much time I watched him.”

Vlad chuckles, brushing his hand through her hair. “No, I don’t think I would ever stop either.”

They pause for a moment, and Vlad holds her tighter.

“But,” he adds, “I still want to see what an amazing person he’ll grow up to be.”