Could you write smut of Alucard from Castlevania. Maybe light praise kink and telling the reader how well she's taking him. Definitely have Alucard eat her out and grinding against the mattress while giving head.
"Just like that, my dear, you're taking me so well."
The long white blonde hair man would say. With a pillow that was placed under your hips, Alucard tilts your pelvis so your feet are resting comfortably on his shoulder blades. Alucard gently pushes up on your abdomen, helping himself expose the clitoris from underneath the clitoral hood. Your legs tighten around him as he lowers himself to kiss down your thigh and slowly inch your knees higher up to make sure the friction is right. Alucard works in silence for a while, then breaks into a grin when he hears you moan. His tongue traces the outer edge of your thighs, before finding your clit again and circling it. You gasp at the jolting sensation.
Alucard is gentle with everything he does. From when you first meet him. From when you first touch his bare skin as you walk around. From when you first kiss. The man's hands move smoothly and easily, as though they've done this before and he knows exactly what to do. The vampire prince wanted to award his princess for being an amazing woman with a fantastic body. Alucard wasn't very good at giving gifts, but he did want to make you happy. So he decided he could show you how much he loved you. Not just through a physical relationship, but by showing the love in your eyes every time you look at him.
You run one of your hands through his hair, feeling the silky strands against your palm. A small groan escapes your lips, and you feel yourself getting wetter with desire.
"Do you like that?" Alucard asks in between nips on your inner thigh, his intoxicating gaze looking up at you as he watched your face contort into a blissful expression, quickly nodding as he went back to work. "You're such a treasure, my love."
Your body tingles all over, goosebumps erupting all over your skin as you let out a low moan and Alucard squeezing your legs tighter, you cohuld feel his fingers work wonders on your swollen clit. Throwing your head back and letting out a loud groan, "You're doing so good, baby, I know you can pull through." You bite your lip when Alucard removes his finger from your clit, giving it gentle kisses. His breath is hot against your skin as he moves back to sucking on your clit, your moans turning louder as Alucard continues to massage your pussy. You writhe under him, "Who’s my beautiful girl?"
"M...m...me~" You moan and clutch onto the bedsheets as you watch Alucard continuing to work on you, his tongue flicking across the tip of your clit as he sucks gently. He doesn't miss a beat. It feels like you're losing your mind. Alucard was driving you crazy with pleasure. All you could think about were his fingertips moving inside of you, and the way he sucked your clit like he owned it, even when he knew it would get hard. It felt too good not to enjoy. You needed more. More stimulation. You needed him.
The rough movements you felt against yourself made you slowly come back to reality, your cloudy thoughts fading away until you realized your fiancé grinding against the bed, his eyes glazed with lust. It was only reasonable for him to pleasure himself while doing the same to his darling.
You squeal and try to sit up straight, pushing away his head, your pussy now drenched and a throbbing mess. You watched as Alucard's pupils dilate, he watches you with hungry eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenching, and the bulge in his boxers making you squirm. It looked like Alucard was ready to explode, but he couldn't restrain himself for any longer.
He moved in front of you, leaning down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands caress his shoulders. This was it. This was it all you've been waiting for. You both finally had your moment after months of not being able to. "Mmh, Alucard, please… please…"
Alucard didn't even need to position yourself on the bed. Your pussy soaked and exposed, legs high up and bent, an exhausted expression on your face was all he needed.
"Take it for me, I know you can. I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're mine~"
>> Out of everyone in this castle, Godbrand likes you the best.
Yes, you're human, but you're a devil forge-master and one of Dracula's Generals. It probably helps that you're a woman, and an attractive one at that.
He might also have another reason for wanting to fuck you, though.
Footsteps echoing along the stone walls of Dracula's castle, Godbrand followed the long path towards his destination, silent and stoic, staying clear of any of the others. He didn't want nor need anyone– not even his own men– knowing about what he was doing.
Which was... well, he wasn't even sure he fully knew what he was doing. Just that he wanted to do it and so he would. Because that's what vampires did. They took whatever they wanted, did whatever they wanted. Consequences be dammed.
Despite the fact they were supposed to be planning a war, there wasn't much really going on. The other vampire leaders and himself gathered only once per day, every day, and even then not much was accomplished. Just lots of posturing. Which Godbrand did as well, he wasn't going to be a hypocrite and judge them for doing the same, but being who he was, he had experience with war, battles, plans.
What they were doing? Was nothing like it. The Viking had observed things for weeks, eyes straying to Dracula's silent, mourning form more than once, and after a while, realised what this really was.
Dracula didn't want to wage war on humans. He just wanted to wipe them out. Messy, chaotic, barely any planning– it bothered the warrior in Godbrand, but Dracula clearly did not care. He just wanted humanity gone for what they'd done to his wife.
Godbrand supposed he could understand it. In a way. He'd never been married, fucked many women, yes, but never took a wife, loved someone; he just hadn't been interested. But if he did? Oh-ho, he'd be fucking mad if his wife was taken from him and killed. He'd wipe out every human he came across before giving himself a proper death.
Which is how he knew that's what Dracula was doing. This wasn't war. It was suicide, and Dracula would take everyone else– human, vampire, beast– down with him.
Buuut since there was nothing Godbrand himself could do about it, he decided he'd spend whatever future there was left living his life as normal– or better, even. Eat good, have a few fights, build a massive fucking ship, fuck a lot; all of it and more.
Which is why the vampire was here, standing at your door.
Among the council, there were three humans, Dracula's Generals, all devil forge-masters capable of raising the dead as night creatures. And of those three, only one was female and pleasant company. You.
Godbrand is pretty sure he'd wanted to fuck you since he first laid eyes on you. You were a good looking thing, pretty in a... a dark way, garbed in that uniform and always playing with dead things. It was hot for a vampire, if also off-putting because, y'know, necromancy. Didn't stop him from wanting to put his dick in you, though.
Actually, it might've made him want to fuck you more. Your magic speaking to his undead nature or whatever.
It probably didn't help that all of the other women around– all vampires like him– told him to piss off any time he tried anything. So you were pretty much his only option to get his cock wet unless he wanted to use a random human. Which, ew, disgusting. He did not like fucking his food unless it was some rich noble girl. Those were always fun to–
Ahem. Anyway, Godbrand had had his eye on you for a while now, subtly approaching you and meeting with you in your workspace. He'd keep you company, stick his nose in your work and speak to you for hours, enjoying the sight of you in those tight leathers as you leaned and bent over the bodies. So far, you hadn't kicked him out or told him to jump into running water. Which he took to mean you must like him back at least a little.
As he entered the room, making sure nobody saw him as he shut the doors, he thought of the other reason he was interested in you.
"Still at it, huh?" He spoke as he approached, listening to the haunting, shrill clang of your forge weapon striking the corpse, magic rippling over it and turning into a new night creature. "You know, I am starting to think you don't sleep. And last time I checked, humans need that."
You continued striking down on the corpse, not looking away from it even as you spoke.
“I sleep plenty, Godbrand, but in case you've forgotten, I sleep at night. You know, when you're most active and out hunting or fighting.”
He hadn't forgotten that. He'd started to keep track of your hours and knew they were fewer than a human, a woman no less, should be getting.
But he wasn't about to start an argument over how much you were resting.
Casually, he leaned against the wall besides your workstation, watching you with his arms crossed. He drank you in, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. His gaze trailed from your legs to your hips, to your flat stomach to your breasts, then your neck, eyeing your pulse with a hunger felt both in his gums and his loins.
As the corpse changed into the form of a giant reptilian beast and rose, following your instructions to find the others at a lower level, Godbrand cleared his throat.
"I was thinking the other day...” He began, making you huff, a teasing grin on your lips.
“A dangerous activity for you.” You say, making him chuckle dryly.
“Uh-huh. Yeah. Anyway… isn't it odd how the child between a human and a vampire is so powerful?” As he speaks, he pushes off the wall, approaching you, trailing his claws along the cold, bloodstained worktable. “It's just weird, since my kind eat yours." He says, coming to a stop right beside you, eyes suddenly staring into yours.
You held his gaze calmly, mulling over the odd and sudden topic.
“I suppose it is… usually, hybrids in nature are between similar species. Like donkeys and horses or dogs and wolves.” You say, laying your hammer on the table. “But then again, vampires are humans, just… undead. And bloodthirsty.” You cross your arms. “Why? What brought this on?”
The Viking just stared down at you, loving the way your arms subtly pushed up your breasts. Such a pretty view…
“Just thinking.” He says quietly, catching the twitch of your lips, unable to stop his own from doing the same. “Was walking around the castle earlier and saw a painting of Dracula's son. Got me wondering…”
He took a small step closer, the predator in him taking delight in the way your pulse visibly jumped; despite the hours spent together, you clearly hadn't forgotten just what he was. Knew better than to trust a civil vampire to stay that way up close.
“I mean, Alucard can walk in the sunlight, eat human food and be sustained off of it, has all the powers of my kind and could learn human-only magic.” He lists off, raising his hand off the table and towards you, fingers brushing up your arms. “It's fascinating, really, and I'm not usually one to be interested in this stuff.”
“But you are.” You state, keeping an eye on his movements as the distance between you shrinks and shrinks. “Why? I'm sure there's other subjects you'd find just as riveting.”
Godbrand stared at you, let the silence drag on, waited for your pulse to speed up–
Then moved.
He pushed you, shoved you back, laying you down on your forge and hovered over you, hands on either side of your head as you gaped up at him for a moment, taken by surprise. He drank it in, gums aching as his eyes swept down your figure, loving how you looked in such a tight uniform.
Fucking hell, why didn't more women wear mens clothes? Fucking suited them more than it did men. All those curves hugged tight… fuck, he was aching to sink into you.
“Godbrand!” Your voice rang out in the room, loud, yet was trapped by the thick stone walls of the castle; still, if any vampires passed by, they'd hear for certain. Not that they'd interfere… unless they were Dracula's coven. “What are you–?! Get off of me!”
“Nah, I like this position. Gives me one gorgeous view.”
Your lips parted again, obviously flustered; he could hear your blood racing to warm your cheeks. It made him want to lean down and feel that heat for himself.
So he did. He was never one to contain his impulses, and he wasn't about to start now.
Your breath hitched as he leaned down, probably thinking he was about to bite you. Which… fuck, was that a tempting thought. He just knew you'd taste sweeter than anything else he'd ever had before. But not right now. Right now, he was cheek to cheek with you, humming deep in his chest as he felt your warmth bleed into his own cold, undead skin.
“You're warm,” he whispers. Your heart skips a beat, muscles tensing and untensing as you breathe slowly, hands pressed to his chest. He shifts, trying to press between your clenched thighs. “I wonder how warm you are elsewhere…”
Your breath hitched.
“Godbrand…” Your voice wavered, one hand moving away. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you really that desperate to get your dick wet that you'd dare risk Dracula's wrath?”
He pressed closer, nuzzling. So warm… “Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. Though I do want to fuck you.”
You scoff. “Flattered, but you want to fuck most things.”
“No,” he corrects softly, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes again, uncaring for the forge hammer in your grip, “not anymore. Now I just want to fuck you.”
You pause. Against all logic and reason, you pause and he continues.
“I've been thinking a lot lately, and I've decided I like you. Now, that's more than it takes for me to want to fuck somebody, but you're… special.” He admits, and if his body was still human, he would've blushed at the confession and how it made him sound like some some stupid teenage boy.
Despite the situation, you crack a grin. “Oh, so that means you want to fuck me multiple times?” You joke, still gripping the hammer tight, but seemingly realising this wasn't about to take a bloody turn.
“Yes.” He says, cupping your cheek, hand enveloping the side of your face, mindful of his claws as he stroked beneath your eye. “Many, many times, in fact. As long as your lifespan allows.” He said, voice gentling into something quieter, almost… affectionate.
As you caught his meaning, he imagined it. Waking up to your warm body besides his, fucking you day and night, body always pliant and wet for him. He'd fill you up with so many–
Eyes falling shut, he grits his teeth, cock twitching within his pants. God, if he didn't sink into you soon he was going to lose his mind.
You swallow, lips pressing together as you watch him. Finally, you gather the nerve to talk.
“Speak plainly, Godbrand. I– I'm not about to assume anything.” You say, heart racing loud enough to snap him out of his fantasies. “Tell me what the fuck you mean before I bash your brains in.”
Cute. Like you'd ever do that to him. He's pretty sure you like him too much to ever hurt him. Without good reason, at least.
Still stroking back and forth beneath your eye, Godbrand flashes his fangs in a grin.
“I want to make you my woman.” He states. “I want to make you mine. Keep you satisfied and full, by my side. And I want to breed you and make a half-human, half-vampire child.” He says, lowering himself until he was chest to chest with you, your remaining hand falling away. “I want to take you back to my territory after this is all over and breed your cunt full of my sons and daughters, create enough powerful offspring so my line will live on forever!”
As you stared at him with shock or horror, Godbrand leaned in, completely covering you. His nose bumped against yours as he licked his fangs, eyeing your lips hungrily.
“Is that answer enough, forge-master? Or shall I go on?”
For a long moment, you said nothing, just shocked silent as you looked at him, searching– perhaps for truth, or that this may be a joke, or that he was lying out of his ass and just wanted a quick fuck and/or meal.
But then your forge hammer fell from your loose grip and your hand was in his hair, fingers knotting tight between the strands. He growls, pleased as he feels your grip.
“I thought you hated humans.” You whisper, brows knitted in confusion, still not believing him– not fully, at least. But he could feel your warmth increasing, could see your pupils blowing wide with reciprocated desire.
He nearly had you.
“Oh, I do.” Godbrand said, nudging his nose against yours, so close your breaths were shared. “But you're not like other livestock. You're a forge-master, a necromancer! You accept vampires as we are, no disgust or shying away. I can respect that.” He leans in, lips brushing together briefly. A shiver races up his spine at the brief touch. “And it helps that you're fucking beautiful. Just look at you! I've wanted to bend you over the nearest table since I first saw you walking away from me.”
A noise leaves you at that, a whimpery, wanton sound that you fail to cover up with a fake laugh. “O-of course you did. I'm honestly surprised you look to my face when we talk and not my tits or ass…”
He lets out a small laugh. “Oh, believe me, I'm tempted, but your face is just as gorgeous as either, so it's really no struggle.”
Beneath his palm, your cheek warms further.
You look away. “You– stop saying stuff like that!”
“And why should I?” He asks, tilting his head to meet your gaze again. “Am I embarrassing you?”
“Yes!” You huff, squirming beneath him. “You're– I need to think, Godbrand. Please, just a moment.” You say, tugging on his hair– which only makes his cock twitch which is… probably the opposite of what you intended. But he still listens.
With a frown, the vampire pulls away, enough for you to breathe without him crushing your chest.
You sigh, rubbing your face, looking at him from between your fingers. He waits impatiently for your answer, feeling almost nervous.
When he imagined all the ways this could go, they usually included clothes flying off and him ruining you for all other men. Not… awkward silence as you judge his offer.
It made him feel… small. Weak.
He hated it. But he wouldn't take that out on you. Not when he honestly wanted you and only you as his lover, to carry his child.
Finally, you push up, making him lean back and back until he was standing and you were sitting.
Silently, you cupped his face with both hands, and the Viking felt hopeful again. You looked at him for a moment, just taking him in anew: his hair, his eyes, his pointed ears and sharp fangs. Even his cold his skin beneath your palms.
“You won't bite me?” You ask carefully as he leans into your touch.
“Not without permission.”
“And you won't accidentally hurt or drain me dry?”
He almost scoffs at the question, but answers seriously. “I can control myself plenty. So no. Never.”
You nod at that, slow and allowing his words to settle. Your thumb twitches against his cheek, random, then you're leaning in, faces once more inches apart.
When you hesitate at the last second, nerves obvious, Godbrand takes the initiative, giving you a chaste brush of lips. When he goes to pull away you chase, pressing your mouth firmly against his.
It's like a dam unblocking after that.
You're willing, eager, though still so shy and he can't figure out why. A virgin, maybe? If so, Godbrand would ensure you were nice and slick before he pierced you. Regardless, he was taking the lead, kissing you hungrily and messily, pressing between your willingly parted thighs and grabbing you by the waist, pressing right up against you.
Everything else fades away. All he can hear is your blood rushing through your body, the soft clicks of your lips meeting, the breathy sounds you make. Your warmth is delicious, increasing as you become aroused, and he can smell it, can scent your pussy becoming wet for him as he caresses your back and kisses into your mouth with tongue, coaxing you to do the same, smirking as your tongue laves at his fangs.
With a reluctant groan, he pulls away, sliding his hands lower and gripping your ass, pulling you off the table and into his arms.
“Alright, as fun as it would be, fucking on a bloody, metal table is hardly what I'd call romantic. So where–”
“I didn't know you knew the meaning of romance.” You cut in, shooting him a grin from where you were clinging to his chest.
“Ha ha.” He narrowed his eyes, swatting your ass. “Very funny. Now, where do you wanna do this?”
You nodded to a curtained off area. “My bedroom is behind there. It's a little more private than here.”
He walked over. Pushing the thick curtains aside, he found a door, pushing it open to find a simple yet cozy bedroom within. He grinned at the sight of the large bed, shutting the door in a hurry and rushing towards it, dropping you down on it as he quickly began to take off his armour and trousers, furs dropping and boots kicked off.
You sat up, shedding your own shoes only to freeze as his cock bobs free, hard and weeping.
You swallowed thickly, eyeing it as he preened, flexing his muscles and cock.
Nestled within a forest of wiry dark red curls, his cock hung heavily, a fat pair of balls hanging beneath it. The tip glistened from beneath the foreskin, purple veins lining the sides. You looked utterly enchanted as you gazed at his cock, Godbrand smirking with masculine pride as he ran a hand down his pecs and stomach, through the thick hairs leading down his body and grasped his cock, giving it a nice, slow stroke for show.
You actually whimpered at the sight, so aroused you could cum from just being touched.
Like he could tell how badly you were effected, Godbrand chuckled, crawling onto the bed and towards you, cradling the back of your head and yanking you into another messy kiss, groaning as he tried undressing you with one hand. You got further than he did, shedding your upper layers– uniform jacket, undershirt, and simple bra as quick as you could– but your pants required a different position, and so the kiss was broken.
Godbrand was quick to yank them down, throwing them off because for once, he was seeing your tits bare, and he wasn't about to waste anymore time when he could be touching them.
Once you were in just your underwear– a plain pair of cotton knickers– Godbrand was on top of you, squeezing your tits roughly before nuzzling them, nipping and sucking on your fatty flesh, groaning as he watches bruises form, blood rising to the surface. It was so fucking tempting to just… but not yet. Later. First he wanted to suck on something else.
When his mouth enveloped your nipple, you choked, unsure of how to feel about the foreign sensation. Yet after a few suckles, pleasure blossomed, and your hand found a place in his wild mane, stroking and encouraging him as you whined a bit, never having felt this before.
Between your bodies, his cock rutted against your soft belly desperately, leaving translucent cream smeared across your skin.
You reached down, nudging him until he lifted a bit. You grasped his cock, making him groan around your nipple, eyes rolling back and hips stuttering.
“Fucking hell, woman.” He pulled back to say, sucking a hickey onto your breast. “You're a fucking witch. You make me feel so sensitive.”
“Is that a bad thing?” You ask as you thumb at his slit, squeezing his shaft gently.
He moans. “Only if I cum too early.”
You smirk, stroking him more as you feel more confident. “I won't mind. Just so long as you can keep going.”
At that, Godbrand lets out a small chuckle. “Oh-ho, aren't you in luck. One thing vampire men are better at? Lasting longer in bed. I'll fuck you for as long as you like, sweetheart.”
You hum, kissing him again, losing yourself in the movement of his lips and tongue as you stroked his cock, Godbrand continuing to grope your tits and pluck your nipples.
After a short while though, he reached down, one hand cupping your cunt through your underwear and squeezing your plump mound. Feeling the heat and stickiness, he hums into the kiss, pleased.
He tugs the crotch to the side, sliding his fingers between your puffy folds slowly, getting the digits nice and sticky, knee nudging your thigh for you to spread them. Once you do, he slides his fingers through your split, carefully sinking a finger into your cunt, thumb finding your clit.
The feeling has you shuddering, moaning aloud as you're touched for the first time in forever, Godbrand careful as he fingers you, mindful of his claws. As you moan into the air, he presses kisses along your jaw and neck, breathing in your scent like an animal in rut, cock still held tight in your grip.
Slipping another finger into you, he stretched you, pressing deep. He doesn't feel a hymen, so at least he won't be popping anything. Though he is disappointed he won't be able to taste your virginity. That was one of the best parts of fucking a virgin.
Tongue flicking across your pulse, Godbrand speaks, idly scissoring you open.
“This your first time, sweetheart?”
“Ah– no.” You say, throat clicking as you swallow. “I've– once before. It wasn't the best experience.”
He hums, scowling briefly at the thought of anyone else tasting your flesh. Maybe if he still lived, Godbrand would take his life. But for now…
“Then I'll be sure to make up for that. Many times.” He says, rubbing the pads of his fingers in circles along that special spot within a woman, smirking as you gasp, thighs trembling from pure pleasure.
God, he was going to ruin you. He couldn't wait to introduce you to other things. Not that he thought you were innocent, just inexperienced.
Positions shifting, Godbrand laid on his side, playing with your cunt as you laid on the bed, back arching whenever the pleasure got to you, squeezing and trying to stroke his cock, never once letting go of it. He kissed your temple, pulling his hand back and pulling your underwear off.
He leaned forward a bit, spreading you open with his fingers. He hissed at the sight of your flushed flesh, watching your little clit pulse and swell for more, opening leaking and clenching around nothing.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Damn, almost as good as blood, he thought, giving you a look.
“Ready for the main thing, forge-master? I've been dreaming of this day for months. Sheathing myself within your slick warmth, fucking a baby into your belly…” He rolled back on top, gently prying your hand off his dick. He rubbed the tip between your plump lips, eager to be buried deep and pressed flush against you.
“I've spent many nights stroking myself to the thought of this moment.” He said, drinking you in with his golden gaze, eyes roaming your succulent figure. His free hand reaching up to squeeze your soft, plump tits, then lower, along your soft belly that he couldn't wait to see grow big and round with his seed. “Stroked myself raw a couple of times too, think I might've ejaculated blood once…” He mutters, looking down at your thighs, loving how thick and strong they were, silvery stretch marks lining them and your belly. So pretty…
You make a face at that, a mix of disturbed and amused (and maybe flattered, too), before your legs flex and wrap around his waist, and you reach for his free hand, gripping it.
“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask, tone sensual and playful as you roll your hips, his tip shlicking through your folds. “Fuck me already, Godbrand, fuck me and put your baby in me–eeeiiihhh!”
He didn't waste anytime, pushing in swiftly and smoothly, tip dragging along your walls until he bottomed out, head thrown back as he feels your insides hug him, clenching repeatedly. His shoulders tensed, ass clenched; he hissed, forcing himself not to cum.
You weren't much better, breathing shaky and loud as you were suddenly filled to the brim. You squeeze your eyes shut, whining in the back of your throat at the mix of sensations.
Your hot insides clung to him, feeling every vein as he stretched your walls; and he was so cold compared to you. Vampires were truly fascinating creatures.
Licking drool from his lips, Godbrand blinked down at you, feeling your hand squeeze his a few times. He adjusted his grip, intertwining his fingers with yours, all romantic and sweet. You seem to like it, so he gives your hand a squeeze and presses it into the bedding beside your head, his other cupping your face again.
“You're scorching,” he whispers, voice a wreck as he licks your neck. “Feel like I'm being burned alive in you. You feel like sunlight, sweetheart.”
“Y-yeah?” You speak, tilting your head back, throat bared to him.
“Mm, in the best way possible.” He says, licking at your pulse, feeling it everywhere. Beneath his chest, around his cock, on his lips– you were a fucking tease and didn't even know it. “Let me taste you, my little necromancer. Just one taste, I won't ask for more.”
Above him, you looked down, meeting his gaze from where his face was right between your shoulder and neck. You huff, knowing he wouldn't keep to that promise. It was Godbrand, after all, and he always overstepped boundaries.
But you knew that already, and gave him the go ahead anyway.
His fangs sunk in without wasting a second.
As you groaned in pain, Godbrand moaned in ecstasy, hips rolling, humping into you as he suckled hungrily, lapping at the small puncture wounds and drinking greedily, savouring every swallow by swirling it around his mouth, letting it thicken on his tongue before swallowing; he laps at your neck, saliva soothing the sting and numbing it a bit as he continued moving his hips, grinding against your inner walls and rubbing his pelvis against your clit, making your legs flex around his hips.
“Godbrand–”
He groans at the sound of his name falling from your lips, moving faster, clutching your hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, pulling out to actually thrust, to properly fuck you.
“That's it, sweetheart– come for Godbrand, come on my cock, sweet thing.” He groans, head rising from your neck, fangs and lips drenched in your blood, his eyes glowing with pleasure and power as it flows through him. He begins pumping his hips harder, faster, inhumanly so. “So fucking tight– gonna strangle my cock off at this point.”
You just cling to him, hiding your face against his shoulder and shoulder.
“No, no, don't do that. I wanna see you come undone. There we go, that's better.” He purred, pulling you back, watching intently as your face scrunched up with pleasure, adjusting his thrusts to hit your g-spot more. It makes your jaw drop in silent pleasure, Godbrand grinning viciously. “That's it! I knew I'd have you like this, that you wouldn't be able to resist.”
He kisses you again, iron filling your mouth as his tongue messily tangles with yours, spit and blood coating your parted lips. “I'll make you cum so many times you'll never want to leave, going to ruin you for every other human– vampires, too.” He growls, damn near snarling down at you as his balls draw up, tight and full of cum just for you. “You're all mine now. My pretty little forge-master, my pretty little breeder…”
You just stare up at him, eyes heavy and body hot, pleasure sparking through every inch of you. As he spoke, you felt yourself hurtle over that edge, his words just dirty enough to give you that final push.
As his cock shoved into you again and again, dragging over sensitive, untouched nerves, and his pubic bone grinded against your clit, you came with a weak cry, overwhelmed in the best way possible, only able to hold onto him as you shattered around him, cunt throbbing and dripping.
At the feeling of your orgasm, Godbrand groaned, the vampire finally allowing himself to let go, thrusts growing messy and sloppy, wet claps becoming slick squelches as he stirs his cock within you, moaning loudly as he came, pumping thick, virile sperm right against your cervix, grinding forward to press it against the seal of your womb.
He shook, trembled, laying on top of you like a heavy, cool blanket. You didn't mind, lazily playing with his hair as you fought to catch your breath. He recovered faster than you, obviously, but remained in place, enjoying this rare form of intimacy he rarely experienced.
Though if you were going to be his woman from now on…
Lips twitching into a smirk, Godbrand nuzzled your breasts, listening to your heart pound like the drums of war, a melody as familiar and as sweet to him as the sounds of birdsong.
Once you recovered, Godbrand pushed up onto his elbows, looking at you silently, almost softly, for a moment.
You stared back, then tilted your head.
“We going to do this again or was your claim of vampire stamina just a lie?” You ask, making him grin wide.
“Oh, that was no lie, sweetheart.” He said, pulling back just to snap his hips forward, making your breath hitch. “Just making sure you're up for more.”
You hum, twirling his hair around your fingers. “Well, I am. So get to it, vampire.” You demanded playfully, tugging on his hair.
Chuckling, Godbrand grabs your legs and pushes them up, maneuvering you until your knees were laid over his shoulders.
Castlevania Characters Comforting GN! Reader After They Receive Bad/Scary News
A/N: Yes, this super-fast little headcanon piece was inspired by the US Election results. I did a lot of crying and mourning the day after and now I am ready to fight. I can’t offer you all a lot on this blog besides escapism and comfort, so I opted for the latter for this little post. They’re short (with some shorter than others) but I wanted to bang ones out for as many characters as quickly as possible.
Note: Politics are not mentioned in the headcanons below. GN! Reader’s upsetting/scary news is not directly mentioned, rather the focus is on how their partner would comfort them.
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Trevor:
Comfort, for most of his life, has been a stranger to Trevor. But that doesn’t mean he is incapable of providing it for his partner. It’s quite the opposite really.
Trevor will make sure you’re warm and cozy, wrapping you in his cloak or blankets, and sitting beside you.
Trevor won’t promise that everything will be okay, because, let’s face it, he knows better. Life isn’t always okay, it’s hard and unpredictable. As a result, Trevor feels empty sweet words aren't as comforting as they are infuriating or patronizing.
Instead, Trevor simply holds you and tells you that he will always be by your side- in every battle, through every hardship, and every sunrise- he will always be there for you.
Yes, Trevor’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s smart and wise when he wants to be. As hard and dangerous as life may be for you, you can trust he’s always observant, and on the lookout for anything else that may wish to do you harm.
If anyone wants to get to you, they’re gonna have to go through him first.
Sypha:
Sypha is naturally empathetic and nurturing, so comforting her loved ones after they receive bad news comes easily to her. She’s such a comforting presence herself that even if you were hesitant to explain your feelings, just spending time near Sypha reassures you in a way.
She makes sure you’re warm, especially your feet since hers are freezing all of the time.
Once you're settled comfortably, she pulls you into her chest and allows you to rest your head on her shoulder.
If you need to cry, that’s okay. She rubs a heated hand up and down your back as you let it all out. Her Speaker Magic ensures her hands are at the best temperature for soft, loving warm touches.
Alucard:
Alucard is no stranger to grief. He’s been given many reasons to mourn throughout his life, even if he’s had to temporarily compartmentalize those feelings to perform his more important duties.
But because Alucard has never had the opportunity to feel first and act later, he takes it upon himself to perform any obligations you may otherwise have while he lets you sit in your despair.
And should the level of pain prevent you from doing the things you need to do to take care of yourself, Alucard has no problem aiding you with those duties as well. He’ll cook you a nutritious meal, draw you a nice warm bath, and whisper you stories until you fall asleep.
He finds that your vulnerability prompts him to further open himself to you- your worry reminds him it’s okay to have his own. The two of you cry and commiserate, holding each other through the tears and sadness as well as the feelings of betrayal and anger.
Things may be difficult and dark ahead but as long as you can hold on to each other, Alucard swears all will be alright.
Greta:
Greta has endured a lot as the leader of her people. Even so, grief and anguish aren’t really her thing.
Still, she knows when other people have reached their emotional limit, and she’s quite good at getting them to open up to her in ways they may not have expected.
As her partner, know that she’s very observant and in tune with your emotions. Before you can even tell her that you’ve received bad news, she knows that already, just by the look on your face.
She’ll take you somewhere private, away from the other villagers’ prying eyes, where you can express freely how it is you feel.
Like Trevor, she won’t promise that all will end well, but she swears that no matter the storm, you don’t have to weather it alone—she’s not going anywhere.
Dracula:
Dracula is a loyal and obsessive lover, which makes him almost supernatural at detecting your moods/emotions.
He can read your face the way scholars read a book- he knows what it is you're thinking, and just how it is you’re thinking of it.
If you’re shaken up or upset, or incredibly angry at some news you’ve just received, Dracula will not only do everything in his power to console you but to amend whatever issue it is that has you so worked up.
If someone has wronged you, he will kill them, it’s as simple as that. (Unless, of course, you beg him not to, in which case, he cannot help but do as you ask.)
If you’re worried about your coming physical safety, fear not. He simply takes it upon himself to accompany you everywhere you go. (He’s learned this lesson the hard way, and he’s not about to lose another love in this manner.)
If all else fails, Dracula will encourage you to do what you must to feel better: to release these feelings any way you know how. If you need to scream or cry or hurt a human or two, he does not judge you for it. You are his beloved human, and he is nothing but in awe of your emotional spectrum. Even though he despises the ignorance of humanity, Dracula cannot ignore the beauty that exists in feeling alive.
Lisa:
Lisa is a doctor, and she’s very used to delivering bad or unsavory news to her patients. Of course, it’s much more difficult for her to do so when she’s handling you, but she still puts on a brave and wise face for your sake.
If it's a problem she can help you with, you can rest assured she will use every bit of knowledge, every tool at her disposal to make you feel better. And if it is a problem of society, not medicine, or science, she still tries her hardest to cheer you up.
She reminds you of all the scientific advancements humanity has made thus far. Sure, many times things have been forgotten, or left to the wayside, but knowledge is forever. And just because the majority of people refuse to accept or believe in something, does not mean that science is dead.
She will help you archive and preserve your experience as she believes leaving knowledge behind for future generations, even emotional and personal knowledge is a must.
And on the nights when it all feels hopeless, she will brush your hair and sing you lullabies, like the ones she sang to Adrian all those years ago.
Hector:
Hector is a very emotional person. It’s his sensitivity that led him to discover his forgemaster abilities, and partly due to that, he sees his sensitivity as a strength.
He cares for all wounded animals, and don’t think for a second that he won’t drop absolutely everything else to care for you, his partner!
He will call over all your favorite reanimated pets and orchestrate a giant cuddle pile, especially in the coming days if he has to return to work/can’t hold you 24/7. He ensures you’re never lonely or frightened by creating a night creature guard who he orders to protect you with its life.
Hector is very interested in your thoughts and opinions about your grief. He wants to know exactly what it is that hurts you, and how it’s materialized within the world, so he can record it in his teachings/books for later scholars to come to understand.
Hector truly loves just having you near, holding you close, be it in bed, or seated outside enjoying a beautiful sunny day. He loves picnicking with you, showing you all the little amazing things the world has created, from the single blades of grass, to all the little bugs and creatures that call it home, and to the gorgeous blue sky, and the many different species of birds that travel through it.
He knows humans can be cruel. He knows the world can be ugly, but he also knows it can be beautiful, and more than anything, he wishes to share that with you, because, well, he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful things in it.
Isaac:
Isaac has a naturally soothing presence. Just him being there for you makes you feel less unsteady.
Once he calms you down enough so that you can speak without sobbing, he'll ask for as much information as he can. He’s not trying to rib or interrogate you, it’s just that he wishes to be as equally aware of the subject as you are.
Being a very wise man, Isaac will offer advice on the situation, when applicable. And when it isn’t, he simply assures you that within his palace, so long as you are surrounded by his night creatures and those of a like mind, no harm will come to you.
He encourages you to sit and meditate with him. The two of you sit close to the ground, breathing in and out. It doesn’t undo what has happened, but it helps make you feel more in control of your future. All that Isaac asks, in imagining the possibilities of such a wonderful future, you include him in it.
Godbrand:
Let’s be honest, Godbrand is pretty darn observant, but only half of the time. So, after you receive bad news, he’s either made aware at about the same time you are, or he’s 100% in the dark until you tell him to his face what has happened.
If he doesn’t pick up on your soured mood, he’ll be a big grumpy baby about it. He complains when you don’t laugh at his jokes, or compliment his prowess after he tells the group a story of one of his recent spoils. He keeps picking at your expression until you’ll eventually have enough, and feel petty enough to spite him.
It’s only after a week of you reeking of garlic that he relents and asks what the hell’s wrong.
You throw a bulb of garlic at his head.
In the event he has picked up on your mood, he assumes he’s done or said something to (ahem, once again) offend you. He’ll bring you jewelry or flowers or clothes or some of that mushy shit in an attempt to apologize. And when you tell him that this time, he’s in fact done nothing wrong, he bursts out laughing. The ridiculousness of the situation causes you to laugh too and before you know it the two of you are enjoying a night of merriment and drink, teasingly but lovingly, laughing at the other’s antics.
Raman and Sharma:
Whatever this news is, you can bet their response will be similar.
They’ll lavish you with fine gifts- gold, jewelry, and silks- but don’t expect too much emotional support.
They adore you, but they also believe you to be this precious ornament, the rarest gem in their crown. You may have feelings, and be a multidimensional human, but they simply cannot see you that way.
For them, humans are stupid, weak, imbeciles that are par in comparison to them. But you, you are not stupid, nor weak, nor an imbecile, and while they certainly don’t believe you rival them per se, they do believe you’re worthy of their attention.
They tell you to forget about other people. You have them now. And if they’re being honest, what better news could a person like you possibly receive than that?
Cho:
Cho has never been one to care for weakness, be it physical or emotional. However, she has been known to make an exception on occasion for you.
These feelings of grief, or anger- whatever they may be, she tolerates you exhibiting them so long as you do not ask her to physically comfort you.
If you wish to be cuddled, she has other human servants in her court who could provide such service for you.
While she claims to be unmoved by your situation, however, she does make a note of finding out if someone or something in particular has caused you this distress. When you ask her about it later, she feigns ignorance as to why that person or that thing has suddenly disappeared.
Dragoslav:
Dragoslav is a very practical, no-nonsense kind of man. He was that way even before he was turned into a vampire.
He understands that humans and vampires have feelings because of course they do. But he does not see the reason for giving in to such things all the damn time.
Where he comes from, people are usually very hardy, they do not complain about having to weather life’s many difficulties.
However, as he is a vampire aristocrat, he’s become accustomed to a certain degree of luxury. This privilege has made him soft, in a way. His simple approach to believing merely being a vampire is enough to allow him to feel no threat nor shame when you confess your feelings of grief or anger to him.
He lets you indulge in your feelings for a short period, perhaps even daring to sit with you as you talk through them, before telling you to brush your shoulders off and become strong once more.
Zufall:
Zufall (second only to Dracula) is closest to what you’d assume a stereotypical European vampire is like.
In his immortality, Zufall prefers to be alone and chooses rather to surround himself with books and trinkets as opposed to a court full of servants.
However, he does take an interest in humans as temporary companions. You are warm and interesting, and so eager to satisfy him, how could he resist the temptation to have a handful of you in rotation at any given time?
You are one of his favorites, and while he will not ever regard you as an equal, he does truly wish for you to be content with his company. If you’ve received bad news, and are looking downcast, he will enquire about it, asking to know if there is perhaps something about your room or your enrichments that he can alter.
If you are more on the hysterical side, Zufall will even begrudgingly allow you to hold him, as he runs his clawed fingers gently up and down your back. He hushes you before telling you parts of a fable he can recall from back when he was still a human boy. His deep voice and strong accent help lull you to sleep.
Carmilla:
Upon finding out you’re upset because you’ve received bad news, she’s filled with both annoyance and rage. Who dares to upset you? Don’t they know better than to trifle with her precious human? She will make them pay, whoever did this, whatever caused this. She will slice it to death with her claws if need be.
If your news isn’t caused by the actions of one other person, but let’s say a mood or an opinion of society, she rolls her eyes, before pulling you close to tell you that you have nothing to worry about.
Society is what’s kept her powerless and secondary all these years, she has no respect for its select worship and demonization of certain people and powers that be.
She makes sure you’re pampered: the finest linens and silks, the best meals, and the best wine Styria has to offer if all yours with a snap of your fingers.
She tells you not to worry, dear pet. She swears the world will soon bend to accommodate both yourself and her. And should anyone dare to stand in your way, she will squash them like the insignificant bug they are.
Overall, she’s a little dramatic and murder-y about it, but it’s only because she loves you, and she knows how hard living (or nonliving) is when you’ve been made to feel small. She never wants you to know that pain. And you won’t, so long as she has something to say about it.
Lenore:
Lenore is a natural peacekeeper, so when she notices you are upset, she immediately sets out to do something about it.
She will ask if there’s anything you would like help with, or if there’s perhaps anything she can get for you.
If someone else is causing problems for you, she offers to act as a go-between or mediator of sorts and talk it out on your behalf. She insists on it, especially if the person causing you great distress or giving you bad news is one of her sisters.
Striga & Morana:
Striga and Morana are very practical thinkers, even if Striga is prone to outbursts occasionally. As a team, they are strategic experts in execution. As such they notice small changes in your mood. You don't even have to confide in them before they ask you what’s wrong.
Striga offers to torture or kill whoever’s causing you to feel this helpless meanwhile Morana makes you a soothing cup of tea.
It can be a lot to take in at once, two people who love you who want to protect you, assisting you in the very distinct ways they know how, but you know it is because they treasure your company.
If this news is not something that can be fixed, they will hold you sandwiched in between them as you let out your feelings, be it by crying or simply voicing your frustrations.
St. Germain:
St. Germain tends to get carried away in his train of thought, so he is not always privy to your feelings and opinions.
You would have to confide in him that you’ve received such devastating news, otherwise he would be completely oblivious.
He still swears he has no clue as to why his previous lover left him, something that haunts him to this day. So the minute you tell him something’s wrong, he drops everything he’s doing and listens.
He’ll hold you close to him and whisper sweet things into your ear, telling you how much he loves you and values you. He ensures you this world, and countless others, are greater with you in it. He begs for you to internalize that. He truly doesn’t believe he could survive without you.
All he knows is that this world, as well as his life, would be poorer if you were not in it.
Ratko:
Ratko is not a sensitive man, but he does recognize the importance of sharing news with your loved ones, so he will insist you tell him what you know, as soon as you know it.
When he learns it’s distressing, he sighs and reminds you that when you are close to a victorious vampire, such news should not matter.
Still, if you are shaken up or angry, he will relent and allow you to sit in your emotions for a time.
When he thinks it’s appropriate (most likely sooner than you would have), he demands your presence, bringing you to a surprise. It may be good human food, it may be money, it may be clothes, either way, those things matter not to Ratko. To him, they are merely symbols of wealth and victory.
But that is why he insists you enjoy them. Despite whatever news you receive, he insists that you spend every waking moment feeling victorious- because you are.
He thinks most humans are stupid pigs, beings he feels no need to respect. But with you, he is in awe of you. That alone, he will remind you, should make you feel more worthy than any other human on the planet.
Varney/Death:
Varney is an enigma, mainly because he’s playing dual roles. As Varney, he is compelled to embellish and dramatize his thoughts and feelings, and he will respond similarly to your own. On the other hand, as Death, he is compelled to be stoic and serious, gleefully capturing souls after they’ve departed.
In the chance your upsetting news is the loss of a loved one, he will know before you. (Because you know, he is Death after all.) But for your sake, he will act shocked when you tell him. It may be a lie, but it’s meant for your benefit. He’d rather lie and validate your feelings than tell the truth and make you feel more alone.
In the case your news is not a death, he will learn of it only if you tell him. And when you do, he tries to listen, and not tune you out. It’s a difficult task, the ups and downs of a single human life tend to seem too trivial to him, but for you, he makes an exception.
And while he cannot directly kill all the people who have upset you, should your news be centered around the actions of a large group of people, he will make a point to consume their souls much slower than others, telling such folks he is doing it as an act of vengeance in your name.
A/N 2.0: Can you tell I have a favorite background character or two? Lol.
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Summary: Vlad has been away from the castle for some time, promising upon return he'd dedicate a full night simply spoiling you in whatever capacity you needed. You were simply overjoyed with your plan to surprise him with a romantic night of carnal intimacy. However, things don't play out quite how you planned...
His footsteps inched toward the bed, pausing briefly as he seemed to reach toward the curtains. Excitement swelled in your chest; you were practically vibrating now.
Suddenly the canopy parted, the figure revealing himself.
"Human." He hissed in a sinister, accented voice.
You stepped into your finest lacy lingerie suit and your most elegant night robe and set off to your bedroom to patiently await Vlad's arrival.
Though you deemed it far too lavish a place to rest, you treasured the canopy bed Vlad gifted you at this moment, reclining quite salaciously under the cover of its opaque black curtains.
"Surely this will leave Vlad incapable of resisting me." You chirped, quite confidently.
The sound of approaching footsteps made you eager, but in bed you remained, curtains drawn.
The door opened slowly and you listened as he took a bit of a pause. Likely marveling at the ornate candles you lit to set the mood.
Much too eager to conceal your presence any longer, you called out to him.
"Vlad~" You sang, rolling onto your back. "Come join me, my beloved."
His footsteps inched toward the bed, pausing briefly as he seemed to reach toward the curtains. Excitement swelled in your chest; you were practically vibrating now.
Suddenly the canopy parted, the figure revealing himself.
"Human." He hissed in a sinister, accented voice.
He climbed into the bed, making his way toward you and you shrieked, scrambling past the floor length canopy and falling to the floor.
"Oh, don't run, little lamb. You'll only make this funner for me!" He laughed, ripping open the curtain as you raced toward the door.
"Vlad!" You screamed, freezing as, seemingly within an instant, the man appeared right before you, grinning wide enough to bare all four of his slavering fangs.
He didn't look human—razor sharp nails, pointed ears, spiked red hair, and deathly pale skin—yet he behaved nothing like Vlad ever has.
"And you're dressed like a little slut? I'm gonna enjoy devouring you."
He grabbed at you, just narrowly missing your arm, and, in your last ditch effort to protect yourself, cowered to the floor.
"P-please don't hurt me."
His hands fell upon you, grabbing around your jaw, tilting your head up toward himself. A twisted smile on his face, his nails pressed into your flesh of your cheeks, death felt eminent—
"Stop." Vlad's voice growled.
Frozen in disbelief, you looked over to see Vlad standing in the doorway, a truly hostile expression upon his face.
"Back away from her. Now." His voice was dark and unholy, lowering in pitch as he spoke.
You were frozen, seemingly paralyzed under the equally shocked gaze of the man in front of you.
"Y/N." Vlad's voice normalized, snapping you out of your frightened trance. "Come here." Though just as commanding, his tone was much softer than before.
Skeptical of your intruder, slowly you inched to your feet before rushing into Vlad's arms. Avoiding the similar look of disgust upon the intruders face as he glared back at Vlad.
"Lord Dracula." The man growled in a clear accent. "Who the hell is this bitc—” “—She." Vlad interrupted. "Is none of your concern."
"What is she doing here? In your manor? In your bedroom?"
"She is not open for discussion, Godbrand."
"A fucking human!" He roared. Indignant fury somehow morphing into raucous laughter. "I thought you were a little demented, but it turns out you're completely fucking insane."
"You dare speak to me in that tone?"
Vlad's grip on you tensed, sending chills down your form.
"Do you really expect us to follow you, knowing you're still chasing after these cattle whores like old times?"
Vlad's face darkened as he started toward Godbrand, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him inches above the floor. The quickness with which Godbrand's expression changed to pure horror was almost comical.
"This woman is no whore. She will answer to no less than Lady Y/N. Disrespect her again and I guarantee your head will decorate my compost pile. Understand?"
Godbrand frantically nodded, not daring to speak even a word out of turn.
"Do not forget who you answer to. My word is final and will not be challenged. Especially not by the likes of you, you insolent, pathetic imp. Apologize to her. Now."
He dropped Godbrand to the floor who swiftly retreated back a few steps before speaking.
"I-I'm sorry, Lady Y/N. I-I should not have behaved in such a way and used such foul language. P-please accept my fullest apology."
"You'll be lucky if she does, even then you won't deserve it. Now get out."
You gripped your robe, rushing to Vlad's side as Godbrand scrambled his way out of the room.
Vlad secured his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. His familiar scent slowed your heartbeat which had grown intensely rapid during the whole ordeal.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that, my love." Vlad whispered. "Godbrand can be truly barbaric toward humans, but I do not share the same values. Did he hurt you? I will smite him for every wound he laid upon yo—"
You shook your head willing the words from your lips as you gazed up at him.
"I'm fine, Vlad. But I'm very tired, and would just like to go to bed."
The look of disappointment on his face was evident as his eyes traced over your exposed lingerie suit.
"Did I ruin your plans to spend the night together?" Guilt hung heavy in his brows.
You smiled, clearing up his somber disposition. "I'd just like to be with you, my love."
He mirrored your smile, "I'm sure we can still arrange that."
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But what the genuine fuck is happening at your waist?
The fur I almost get. What the fuck is that red thing to the right? From how it moves in the show I'm assuming it's leather (?), but why there, and why is all that being held up by two goddamn belts?
I'd argue his concept art clothes made so much more sence:
See, this has presence, it has sass, it almost looks drag queen-is imo, but still. And the more I look at it the more I like it.
I digress. Maybe I ought to splice something for a redesign? I saw some person on tiktok gave him braided hair, couldn't watch the video cause I don't have tiktok so I only saw a screenshot on Google images but still.
... Okay, the more I look at the concept art the more confused I am, but I see the vision!
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