Can I request the Castlevania boys reaction to their s/o wearing lingerie?
Alucard
Embarrassed but tries to act like he isn’t.
By this point in their relationship Alucard has seen them naked. Yet somehow this is more…scandalous.
He tries to go to sleep like normal but the vision of them is still in his mind. Urging him to touch.
Trevor
He is definitely a ‘that’s real pretty baby, now take it off’ kind of guy.
Lingerie is great. He appreciates it like any other man, although he thinks it’s a bit unnecessary.
Trevor also hates how complicated it is sometimes. All those finicky laces get on his nerves, so he eventually just rips it.
Hector
Taken aback but quick to correct and be flattered by their effort.
Hector knows this is for him. Something so thin and skimpy certainly doesn’t look comfortable, nor practical.
He would take great care to appreciate not only them but the outfit. Careful to remove it and have it saved for later.
Ritcher
Turns immediately red.
Especially with some of the French lingerie available, it leaves little to the imagine, or too much for fantasy.
Flustered, Ritcher would probably put his foot in his mouth about how impractical it is to sleep in or try to compliment them by saying they don’t need it because they are beautiful but instead saying “what’s the point in that” or something.
Can I request a male reader who decided to decorate Alucard from Castlevania and Richard from Nocturne with hickeys to show that they belong to them.
Of course! With the season coming out next year, THAT TRAILER WAS SO DAMN GOOD!!
Masterlist 12
Alucard
It’s canon he’s such a pillow princess so letting his lover mark his lips is pure habit! He has such pretty soft gasps and moans when you suck and mark up his neck, half embarrassed by his reactions but also feels so loved
Richter
He gives off the vibe that he would be so squirmy and move around a lot, but can be a bit louder than normal
In the rare moments he’s quiet, he just sinks back and relaxes at all the attention, feeling safe and loved and everything else
𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ the belmont family has endured for centuries, and it’s now up to richter to keep it going strong. there’s only one way to ensure the expansion of his bloodline, and it’s simple; knocking you up.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 6k+ words of . . . ) richter belmont x fem!reader, canon-divergent, set in the 18th century (1700s), nsfw/smut, porn with very little plot, established relationship, size difference, nipple play, handjob, panty-ripping, p-in-v, heavy breeding kink, many mentions of pregnancy, missionary, tummy bulge, lotus position, creampies, richie’s a bit cocky (when is he not!), use of pet names (e.g. darling, love, good girl, rich, richie . . .), richter calls reader a ‘ cockslut ’ once, explicit language, lowercase intended, black coded, minors shoo!
𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ after binging castlevania (nocturne), i instantly fell for that gorgeous man richter & his baby blue eyes >< he’s got a sharp mouth, a pretty face, and nice biceps– of course i’m in love with him! i just had to whip up somethin’ for my favorite belmont (dunno why, but i heavily believe their clan is crazy about breeding hmm) this was supposed to be an itty bitty drabble, but it ended up much longer than i thought it’d be . . . and might i warn you that this is mostly just sappy, nasty filth. now, please enjoy this smutty piece of work for richie! ❤︎
richter has made the renard household your favorite place on earth. more specifically, you’re fond of his homey bedroom. it’s got this olde charm to it, and a wide glass window with french-pinewood framing; one that offers a pleasant view of the grassy fields and neighboring stream that surround the cottage.
over anything else, his bed is surely the best part of it all. there’s a fluffy duvet in that dusty-blue color he likes, one so large that it covers his long legs even when they tangle between yours. the quilted mattress has just the right amount of space for two lovers, and is comfy enough to keep you warm throughout the night, considering the chance you might stay over.
though, there is a downside, as nothing can be perfect— it creaks far too much when he fucks you.
it’s not often that the both of you can make good use of that bed of his, especially when the noise makes things terribly obvious. you wouldn’t dare attempt anything improper in richter’s room with his adoptive family just a brief set of steps away.
there's a time for everything, but not that he cares. you try paying no mind to richter’s lingering touches along your waist, and how he mischievously dives underneath your bottoms to grab at the fat of your ass with a wicked grin; all as his aunt tera boils porridge and beans by the stovetop downstairs. you’re sure he finds joy in the risk, or more in provoking you.
it’s only when the house is empty, apart from you and richter and nothing else, that you can have your fun. like now, for instance. it’s out of pure luck that tera decided to pay a visit to the farmer’s market, and for maria to tag along with her mother as well. they mentioned something about wanting to buy the best of what the early-autumn harvest had to offer, with the meats being juiciest and the produce fresher than it’s been all year.
you believe that’s why richter’s got so much stamina— the plenty of food he’s been scarfing down lately. or, possibly, it could just be him . . . nothing but him, and his unexplainable belmont genes that make him fucking superhuman. he swears he’s normal, but the way he picks you up with such ease as soon as his family steps out the door can only be deemed as unnatural.
he's quick to sweep you off your feet, in the most abrupt way he can, of course. richter grins over the way you squeal as he whisks you past the kitchen, ‘round the table, and down the corridor. his hands work at keeping you upright, palms firmly planted under your thighs. he carries your weight like that of a feather and doesn't break a sweat. but considering where he’s headed, straight to his bedroom, that’ll soon change.
“don’t go getting all surprised on me,” richter voices a lighthearted whisper. he kisses the part of your neck that he can manage to reach from above the collar of your blouse, “you know what we do once we have the place to ourselves.”
“you snatched me off the ground without notice, i’ve all the right to be surprised— ohmygod, richter!” you sputter out a laugh, with his mouth on your flesh being so ticklish. you can feel his lips curving upwards, taking the shape of a smile. your arms fling around the back of his neck like second nature, fingers carding through his fluffy brunette hair. with zero patience, as always, richter kicks the door in with the shallow heel of his leather thigh-boot, slips into the room with you still in his arms, and shuts it closed by pressing you up against it.
he was right about one thing— once tera and maria leave, this is exactly how it goes. clothes are torn off with haste (mostly on richter’s end, as you could imagine), heated kisses are exchanged, and he spits the nastiest words with that sharp mouth of his in order to get you all worked up. the night sky and moonshine from the window gives his room this subtle tone of blue, but he makes you feel red-hot.
richter keeps you right where he wants you; held up by his unfiltered strength, with your back to the door. one moment, he’s drawing closer to you, raking over every detail of your face with nothing but admiration swirling in his eyes. by the next, his lips are moving languidly against yours, slightly unruly yet undeniably passionate. you wouldn’t dare admit how much of a damn good kisser he is. the man’s ego would fucking skyrocket.
though, you really don’t have to tell him anything. the way you reciprocate his affection says it all. he breaks away for a sparing moment, but not before bringing his tongue across your bottom lip in one playful swipe. it’s light, teasing, and completely of his nature.
“i can see it in your eyes, y’know.” richter chuckles at how you lean forward to chase after the warmth of his lips again. he brings you to your feet so he can slip off his fingerless gloves and undo any harnesses. he then crouches a bit to unzip his boots.
“see what?” you airily huff, haphazardly undoing button by button on your blouse until it’s completely open. similarly, he begins to make quick work of his top. you enjoy the flexure of his biceps as he pulls them out from the sleeves of his cerulean blue blazer-vest that he drops once free of, allowing it to scatter to the ground. you catch onto its emblem; the belmont crest, neatly embroidered upon the breast-pocket.
“how much you want this,” richter peers down at you, eyes gleaming the prettiest tint of blue. “it’s cute, how obvious you are.” his upper half is bare, and the smooth canvas of his chest is all can focus on while he closes in on you. you’re trapped between the sturdy door and his heated body, and you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
“you’re practically salivating over the thought of getting fucked, yeah? bet you wouldn’t mind if i took you right here.” he grins as he says it, staring unashamedly at how cleavage pools from your brassiere. richter creeps a finger underneath the strap, tugs it down and does the same with the other, dipping his head low to pepper your bare shoulder with feather-light pecks. before long, the bra’s at your feet.
“hm, but you’re no different,” you manage out, reveling in the warm lashing of his tongue against your nipple. it buds up the more he suckles at it.
“really, now?” he eventually parts from your breasts and rises back up to his full imposing height, carrying that faint smirk he forever wears. he looks so adorable this way— cheeks pink, lips spit-streaked. richter takes hold of your bottoms from either side of you, and swiftly brings them down with what you could only call pure impatience.
“yes, really. you’re just as desperate,” you counter him, reaching low to prove it. your palm grazes his bulge, and you give a few thorough squeezes; the kind that makes his mouth drop open.
“look at you, almost bursting out of your pants,” you quietly giggle, gazing up at him through the wisps of your lashes. richter wonders how you make such light fun while using your touch to undo him all at once. his breathing quickens, and it gets just a little heavier with your every attempt to caress his throbbing cock through his trousers. “seems like you need it more than i do, doesn’t it?”
“oh, fuck me . . .” richter whines, settling his head into the slope of your shoulder. your touch leaves him, just for a moment, to rid him of those restrictive pants. his cock springs free from its confines and bobs under its own weight. he’s got more length than girth; a good six or seven in size, with two thick veins running along the underside of him. the faint-pink tip prods at your thigh, staining your skin with precum.
he bucks against you hungrily, fingertips digging into the seams of your panties. you think you can hear them splintering apart. in the heat of things, he always winds up tearing your good underwear.
richter could ease into this moment and let your hand work him senseless, but there comes a time where he decides to end the charade. there’s also no knowing when his aunt and sister will return. he wants to make the most out of the unpromised time you have.
and so, he cuts your fun short with a mere rasp, “i’m through messing around with you. get on the fucking bed.”
no malice is found in his words; it’s just the height of his lust. you’d do as told, but richter’s already taking action into his own hands. with two, three— no, four steps, he’s standing at the bedside and splaying you across it. he snags off the remaining of your torn panties, left to suggestively decorate his floor. now, in all your naked glory, you’re bare and ready for him.
richter crawls over to you and kneels from above where you lay, situated closely between your legs. your thighs cushion either side of his lean hips. he leans down occasionally whenever you plead for a kiss, or wish to thread your fingers through his brown tousled hair. it now looks just a bit wilder than usual.
“c’mon— open, darling.” he hints at your legs, smoothing his warm palms down from your calves to your thighs. ever the compliant girlfriend, you part them nice and wide for his viewing pleasure. your cunt’s glossy and wet, clenching around nothing but the intangible air around.
‘oh, how pretty,’ he breathlessly murmurs, dragging two fingers across the expanse of your body. down, down, down, until they’re tracing along your slit. your dripping hole puckers against the pads of his index and middle, and you whimper when he threatens to push two inside.
“this wet, yet i’ve hardly done a thing,” his voice is ever boastful, “are you sure i’m the desperate one?” both fingers are suddenly replaced with his stiff erection, and he uses the precum-stained tip to catch onto your clit, resting warm and heavy against it. to that, you release a little ‘mm,’ and he taps against your puffy bud with the head of his cock— stopping once your hips start bucking for more.
“god, you just love to torment me . . . ” you huff out, vexation getting the best of you. “torment you? oh, never.” richter taunts, slotting himself between your puffy folds. he steers the way he glides against you by keeping a thumb at the base. “i just like to watch you squirm, is all.”
you know how to pry what you want out of him; a little bit of begging here, a small ounce of praise there. you lift your hips to grind against the underside of him, emitting soft moans whenever he rubs against your swollen clit just right, “richter, please. i really need your cock . . .”
“oh, baby,” he bites at his lower lip, giving in just as you expected of him. “i love it when you ask nicely.” in one fluid motion, he fits himself past the fleshy ring of your entrance and slips right inside. noise falls from you both; you’re gasping at the steady push, doing your best to accommodate every given inch, and richter’s letting small groans escape him, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips.
“always so fucking . . . tight,” he emits a shuddered breath, dropping his head to watch himself bottom out deep enough for his balls to nestle snugly against your ass-cheeks. you’re well connected now, to the point where his own pelvis has become sticky with your arousal. chestnut fringes drop into his view, and he sweeps his hair back with one hand threading through it.
“you’re taking it all so well this time,” he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a subtle grin playing on his lips. “such a good girl for me.” the connection between you two pulsates. he starts to build a delicious rhythm— drawing out for just a second, and pushing back in by the next. he watches you melt beneath him, your eyes sealed shut and mouth agape. a tangly string of moans tumble from your plush lips. richter’s no composer by any means, but the sounds he pulled from you is nothing short of beautiful music.
he’s without resignation tonight, and you notice his intensity when handling you. those naughty hands of his cup and squeeze and rub, his thrusts are fast, and you're sure that the resounding ‘smack!’ of skin-upon-skin can be heard from outside the window with how loud it’s become.
richter’s got your wrists bound above your head using the grip of only one firm hand, while he uses the other to keep your leg perched over his broad shoulder. his cock pushes deeper inside whenever he rolls his hips into your own, and your toes curl against the sheets with every stroke. when ramming in, his breath goes shaky at the sight of your body lurching, and pulling out makes his eyes roll back with how hard you’re clamping down on him, practically begging him to stay.
you’re soon to unravel, and you can tell he is too. his thighs begin to tremble, and his pace is less timely. nearing ecstasy, you already know what richter’s bound to ask you:
“where do you want me?”
without fail, he poses the same question by the near end of every session. and each time, you opt for the safe route, even though you secretly wish for more. your answer mostly varies on whatever position he’s got you manhandled in. bashfully, you’ll instruct him to cum over your ass if he has you bent over, or your tits if he’s been ogling them the whole night. sometimes, you’ll even let him decorate your pretty face with his seed— now that drives him mad, so much so that you always go another round or two afterwards.
but your true desire is, by far, much filthier than the rest. you’re nowhere near daring enough to plainly admit that you want his cum inside of you. as in, womb-filling placement. pregnancy-inducing, even.
though, something’s come over you tonight. you think richter’s finally ‘fucked you stupid’ the way he always cockily threatens to. or, maybe having him settled within you just feels too good to give up so soon. you don’t want him pulling out this time, you determine. what you need is for him to stay right where he is, to keep you stuffed whole with his warm love. all you want is for him to do it—
“inside,” is your breathless cry; a risky plea of the very thing he spends lone nights getting himself off to the thought of. richter isn't sure he heard you right— no, it must be a cruel figment of his perverse imagination. a bead of sweat's caught along his raised brow, those blue eyes of his carry a hooded glow, and his face, bearing a cutely furrowed look, grows pinker than before.
“what?”
“oh, god,” you whine, face gone hot. “richter, i . . .” the words melt off your tongue and fizzle into nothing.
“you . . ?” he plays around your hesitance, drawing out the word with some light goading. you sigh rather than responding, and it’s a dramatic one, because does he really have to make you repeat yourself? richter gazes down at you expectantly as he slows his movements, finding purchase on your waist to come to an unsteady pause. his fingers drum along your sides, awaiting more clarity.
your voice is small when you manage to confess, “ . . . i want you to cum inside of me.”
you think you can see the very moment that he fucking breaks. it’s like his resolve’s a porcelain vase, oh so delicate, and you’ve just pushed it to the floor and cracked it into a million tiny pieces. he releases this low groan, one that makes your pussy flutter at the sound of it. you can feel how rapidly his cock throbs from within you. you’re sure he’s about to paint them white.
“shit . . . you don’t mean that.”
“i do, rich. i want this.”
you blink up at him, pleading with glassy eyes and the very pout that makes his heart throb. god, he wants to kiss you so messily right now. and that he does— closing in to slot his lips against yours, working his tongue down your mouth, and separating with a distinct pop! you moan against richter’s lips as his clutch on your waist intensifies.
“you’ve gone ahead and finally drove me fucking crazy,” he thickly swallows, “you don’t know what you’ve just done to me, do you?” richter takes hold on both sides of your face, painless but firm. you mumble aloud what sounds like his name. he can’t be sure, as you’re muffled from the way his grasp is making your cheeks puff out.
“oh, darling, you don’t.” richter seethes, knowing how you like it when he gets a little mean, “because if you did, you’d know that spewing that kind of shit will make me fuck you like a senseless animal,” his toned body is hunched over yours, eliminating any space there once was between you, “that i’d fill up this greedy little cunt until you’re overflowing with my cum,” his octave drops, tone dangerous, “that i wouldn’t be able to stop until we’ve both passed out on this goddamn bed.”
“mmph, rich . . .” you weakly attempt, whining through your lips that he keeps pursed between his thumb and index that press into the fat of your cheeks.
“what was that, love? you wanna be stuffed with my cum?” his tone is a mocking one, but you dumbly nod anyway. he mirrors the rocking motion of your head, amused with your desperation, “fuck yeah, you do. can feel you getting wetter at the thought of it.”
you haven’t got it in you to feed into that typical banter with your boyfriend. you only want him to do just as he said and ‘fill you up.’ you're pawing at his bicep with one hand, and the other one clasps over the wrist of the hand he’s using to squish at your face. ‘want it,’ you start, fingers skimming across his arm, ‘so badly, rich!’
“fine, then. you’re such a needy thing,” he gives in, figuring you’ve endured just about enough of his teasing. richter holds himself by the base, and pulls back to trace your gaping hole with his cockhead.
“you asked for this,” he pants out, “to be fucking bred.”
just as before, his entrance is a smooth one; even if your grip on him is so taut that he can barely manage to move. you’re moaning again, aimlessly circling your hips in an attempt to match his movement.
patterns repeat themselves— like richter’s desperation that always manifests itself through harsh rutting. his mind goes blank every time he’s encompassed by your sweet, warm pussy. he aches for it, for you, as though he wasn’t just indulging. he was this close to release just minutes ago. the sensitivity is still there, you notice from how his tip pulses from within you. he’s been holding out on himself, trying to make this count.
richter dedicates the next several minutes to flipping and folding you into at least two different positions, bodies merging with a zealous haste. as always, the bed creaks and whines with every pivoted motion made upon it. nobody else is here to complain about it, so the noise is ignored rather than worried over. after all, there’s something gratifying about the sex being hard and thorough.
there’s more fervor behind his loving this time, and it’s because he’s got the end in mind. yes, the finishing is what he anticipates; once he can finally, finally pump you full of all the cum he has to offer. and maybe— no, definitely, he’ll have you knocked up after it’s done.
the prospect excites him more than it should; giving you a little bright-eyed belmont. richter’s always seen replenishing the sacred bloodline as a responsibility that only he alone holds. the very last one, he is. who else apart from him could return their clan to its original glory?
a good amount of years ago, as richter can’t bring himself to remember a particular number, his mother would present him with countless tales of their infamous family. how they’d slay monsters of the night with the utmost ease, gifted with holy tools and magic of old passed down throughout the centuries. he wouldn’t like to admit how much it’s gotten to his head; or moreso, how important he sees it to expand the family tree.
god willing, the pair of you will have babies, lots of babies, and mark the start of a new generation of vampyre slayers. it already helps that he loves to fuck you at any given chance. breeding you had always been lingering at the back of his mind, even back when the pair of you first coupled over ten months back . . . but he never really thought so deeply about it until you confessed your deep desire, and forced him to come to terms with his own.
“thinkin’ of you pregnant,” he reveals, voice honest and vulnerable, “god, what a beautiful sight. my woman, all round and full with my love . . . ”
“mm, that sounds— possessive,” you breathe out, body steadily rocking at the pace that richter’s set. you’re cracking your eyes open and sparing him a glance, just to see that he’s already staring back down at you. like you’re his everything, it seems. that twinkle in his eye is reserved for you only, and it makes you throb with want.
“oh, i’m sure it does.” he doesn’t bring himself to deny it. he wants you marked by him in every possible way. for anyone to take a glance at your rounding belly months from now and just know that he touched you thoroughly and fucked you right.
“but you should understand just how fortunate you are, baby,” he coos, “do you know how many bitches would kill for this seed you’re getting tonight? hm?” richter drones on, “you even sure you deserve it?”
he knows full well that you do. if there’s any woman on god’s green earth that he wants to give all his love to, it’s indisputably you. he’s simply rousing you up, making you ‘earn’ it. the man likes to tease, and you can’t help but enjoy being on the receiving end.
“well . . . you’re planning to give it to me, aren’t you?” even with him wrecking you, body sore and hair disarray, you're still able to check him. “i am,” he sighs, “and you’re gonna feel it all the way in here,” a large palm of his splays across your abdomen. from over your tummy, he feels the outline of his own cock, pressing in and sliding out before ramming it’s way back in again, courtesy of his rolling hips.
it spurs him on to see that he doubles you in size, so much so that his dick leaves a bulge. richter bets that he’s stretching out your cunt in the nicest way— just look at how you’re taking it with hazy eyes and quivering legs. no wonder you want his cum so badly; because who else throughout all of goddamn machecoul could give you such good orgasms? which other man could possibly fill you up with such valuable seed?
“i swear, m’gonna give you a baby,” is richter’s shaky promise, moaning throughout, and his cock throbs twice in a row. he’ll make you a carrier of the next generation of belmonts, he swears it. and oh, is he sure you’ll be an amazing mother. the thought makes his head buzz. he vividly pictures you, tender and swollen in the tummy and breasts, waddling around cutely due to carrying his very own child. he could cum just by thinking about it too hard . . .
and he does.
“oh, god, i’m gonna— oh, fuck!” his balls constrict, his pelvis becomes tightly-strung, and before he knows it, he’s emptying his thick load inside of you.
“yes, rich . . . give it to me,” you softly purr, allowing him to ease his weight onto you as he shudders from the high and his limbs go weak. from where he has his face smushed against your cushiony chest, he bites at your left breast while cumming some more. it spurts out in hot streams, accompanied by the twitching of his sensitive dick. he lazily humps against you, and a bit of semen seeps past your cunt, trickles down the length of him, and pours out onto the sheets beneath. you knew it’d be satiating to be filled to the brim.
he feels like he could fall asleep right here atop of you. even with his head’s swimming in a thick cloud of lust, and though the aftermath of his climax lingers, he’s still able to deliver slow rubs to your little bud.
“hope you’re ready for another,” he reaches down between you and swiping his graceful fingers across it, “because we aren’t fucking done yet.”
you hardly get a chance to bask in how nicely he’s loaded your womb, or the delightful tingle he brings when playing with your clit. richter, always a step ahead, uses his small bit of remaining energy to sit upwards with his back to the bedpost, and hauls you onto him so that you’re straddled over him just the way he likes. he gets the best view of your jiggling boobs this way.
“of course you still have it in you,” you lightly laugh. given his endurance, richter’s usually able to maximize his stamina through plenty of rounds. “i also wouldn’t mind being filled a second time . . .” you set your forehead to rest against his, bringing up a hand to swipe hair away from his gorgeous eyes, “i liked it.”
“and i loved it,” he’s quick to admit, “should’ve been finishing inside you long before now.”
you smile over his comment and wiggle your ass over his semi hard-on, growing stiffer with every sway of your breasts in his face. his hands are busy holding you from either side, so you go out of your way to stroke along his cum-dirtied cock, white dripping alongside it. he groans at your touch as you help him in finding your entrance. your mouth falls open when sinking down on him, and he rushes to lick and suck at your lips. for the third time tonight, he makes himself at home in your inviting cunt.
and so, it begins again; his ceaseless tempo. your partner's grasp is hot and strong, pulling you off and slamming you back down onto him however he pleases. you cry out for more, and he’s capable of giving it to you, so he does. richter pistons up into you— out, in, out, in, molding you to shape the very curve of his veined cock. blush colored a fiery pink scatters his face from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
“again, richter,” you gasp out, “cum inside me again . . !” oh, just look at that. now he’s built you a rotten little addiction. from here on out, you’ll probably always be left craving the fulfillment gained from him dumping his load into your pussy. personally, he doesn’t mind sating you. if it eases your mind and satisfies your heart, of course. after all, he’s surely developed a new kink of his own after tonight.
“oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you, cockslut?” his fingers dip between your bodies to slide against your clit once more, “to let me impregnate you again, and again, and again . . .” he punctuates his sharp words with the lurch of his sturdy hips, knocking up into you until you’re jolting in his lap, breasts bouncing against his solid chest.
he doesn’t mean to come across in an offish way, or sound so mean. it’s just that when he gets like this, with your warm body so pliant at his fingertips, his mouth just tends to . . . run. more than usual, he supposes. the belmont just says whatever comes to mind, no matter how vulgar.
richter’s bright blue eyes follow the motion of your tits with every thrust. he slams in, hips pressed to you as close as it can get. he’s burrowed into you so deeply that his curly patch of dark pubes friction against your bundle of nerves. he’s twitching at the underside for every time your velvety walls suck him in further. you’re trying to milk him fucking dry, he believes.
there’s only so much stimulation that the pair of you can take in one night alone.
‘goddammit’ he grits out. before long, richter’s fucking you full of another stream of cum. his orgasm, hot and blinding, triggers your own; you’re creaming all over him, wetting his cock with the juices you squirt out. you’re sobbing out his name and shaking in his lap, so he holds you. a secure hand of his comes up and cradles your head to his chest, stroking your hair and calming your spent body, even as the orgasmic waves rush through you.
a silence comes over his quaint little room, where the ambience was once intense with the steamy air of sex. a chill autumn breeze blows its way through the cracked-open window, cooling your sweat-sheen skin. his dusty-blue sheets are stained with all kinds of suggestive white fluids, and the bed has stopped making all that noise.
you’re still placed over his thighs in the same straddling stance, one you both feel much too tired to get out of. he tries at maneuvering so he can lie on his back, with you motionlessly laid over him. your breathing is soft and winded, but your heart’s beating fast. he can feel it, with the way your chest is pressed to his own in this position.
richter eventually slips out, and you whine once he leaves you. he peers down and groans at the spillage of his potent cum, pearly and warm, dripping from your messy little cunt in thick globs. ‘christ,’ he thinks, ‘it’s so fucking much.’
he presses a kiss to your forehead, and it stirs you from the sleep you were just about to fall into. “what do you say to me, darling?”
“hmm . . what?” after all those rounds, you’re not here mentally, and he knows it— he’s why. but with the light smirk his lips hold, you’re finally able to get it. he’s waiting for a:
“t—thank you,” you murmur out, and he tsks.
“oh, c’mon, be specific. thank you for what?”
he's simply insufferable. oh, but you love the man, so you'll let him have his way, just for tonight.
“thank you for . . giving me your cum, richter . . .”
he hums in what appears to be satisfaction. it sounds like the prettiest set of words when falling from your lips. he’d fuck you again if the both of you weren’t completely spent.
richter brings a hand to support the back of his head, propping it up a little higher than the pillows can. you snuggle into him, face nuzzling against the firm comfort of his chest, and he throws his arm over your waist, feeling at the plush skin there with a wandering touch.
his palm slides a bit further down, now planted gently against your stomach. it’ll start to grow in a little while, and get real big and plump with your baby fostering inside. maybe they’ll have your nose and complexion, with his eyes and attitude . . . he lets a grin overtake his lips, feeling more than accomplished.
“you’re a lucky fucking woman,” richter coos, hand lovingly rubbing over your tummy, “you’re gonna be carryin’ belmont blood now.”
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You were asking about prompts for Richter and I have a two!! Richter x dhampire reader where they are introduced through alucard. Richter x Annette's sister.
in his arms. ♡
featuring: richter belmont x gn! dhampir! reader. (w/ alucard and annette!)
summary: you reunite with alucard, richter and annette after drolta has taken sekhmet's corpse, and someone is very happy to see you again.
warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. season 2 spoilers.
tags: hurt/comfort | one-shot | fluff | physical affection | second pov | no y/n use | fatherly! alucard | sister figure! maria | a lot of other characters are mentioned
a/n: i hope i did you justice, moss! this fic is intended to be romantic, but can be interpreted as platonic too, so take it how you will! thank you to all of the wonderful people who've been giving me requests, i really appreciate you all and will get to them when i can! requests are still open and i do commissions! more info is on my profile. thank you all for the love, and enjoy! <3
Sky which once warmly held the sun relinquishes her hold on her lover to make way for the night. They slowly slide out of one another's embrace, creating brilliant hues where they exchange their farewells. The clouds, ever the passers-by, assure the sky that the sun will come again, and remind her that tonight, she will get to hold another love, the moon. Below, Paris stone stands tall, proudly protecting its people and their creations. It believes that it will be able to endure what is to come, but the wind's silence leaves room to second-guess.
On their mission to retrieve Sekhmet's mummified body, Alucard, Richter and Annette entered France's capital with hopes of finding it before the Vampire Messiah's servants. Not even a minute after locating the goddess' remains, Emissary Drolta Tzuentes arrived with a hoard of night creatures, and in the midst of battle, Sekhmet's corpse was taken. Alucard tried to go after her to no avail, for he was quickly kicked into the river beneath them.
Frustration boils within the dhampir's blood as he emerges from the water, coming to a stand and taking a few steps away from the river's edge before pushing back wet white locks with one hand. A scowl scrunches onto a usually calm expression as he strides to regroup with Richter and Annette. The young revolutionaries hurriedly make their way to Alucard, and once meeting with him again, Richter is more than ready to start planning their next moves. "So, what do we do now?" The boy asks.
After hundreds of years of dealing with Belmonts' bad decisions, Alucard's patience has grown thin, so he's quick to snap at Richter, turning to face him with fangs bared and brows furrowed, "This would not have happened, Richter Belmont, if you hadn't told them where we were going."
The brunette's lip pokes out into a guilty pout after receiving this scolding, and Annette is quick to come to his defense, "It wouldn't take a sorcerer to predict we were going to Paris, Alucard. And we thought that Drolta was dead. We thought you'd killed her."
The dhampir's expression has calmed from its hostility rather quickly, and his eyes close while he lets out a sigh. Boots clacking upon the opposing side of the pavement interrupts Alucard's attempt to voice a new plan. All attention diverts toward the sound, in preparation for a fight, but the trio's shoulders relax once they see the source.
You. Alucard had introduced you to the group shortly after his arrival, knowing that you would be willing to help in any capacity that you were required. Seeing as you are a dhampir too, he believed that there was no harm in having more supernatural strength on their side.
Before the trio left for Paris, you agreed to watch Maria while they were gone. Only a few days had passed when you felt something pulling you out of Machecoul. It was an unexplainable feeling, all you knew was that you had to go. You informed Juste of what you were sensing, and he permitted you to pursue this calling, in trust of a reason behind your motivation. So, you began your journey, and apparently arrived just in time.
The three stare at you in wonder as you approach, like they couldn't believe their eyes. Alucard is first to speak up with asking, "What are you doing here?"
When your feet finally come to a stop, you lean over and lay your hands on your knees wearily. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath you take, eyes flickering from the floor to everyone else multiple times. You don't know how long you'd been running for, but you're glad that you got there when you did. "I felt like you needed my help," You explain, "So, I came."
"You're supposed to be with Maria." Alucard reminds you, agitation resurfacing in his tone.
"Juste said he could handle it." You insist.
"You left Juste, who admitted that he didn't know how to deal with teenage girls, with a teenage girl?" Alucard emphasizes, fangs poking out of the frown on his face.
"Fighting is pointless right now. We have more important things to worry about," Annette redirects.
Finally, you stand up straight and tilt your head up to the sky to take a breath. You look back at the group, resting your hands on your hips. "Annette is right. I'm here, that can't be changed, so let's move on."
For the first time in almost over a week, your eyes meet Richter's. He looks completely bewildered, lips curled up into a grin and bright blue eyes sparkling with joy. You didn't know each other for very long at all, so most of what you know about Richter has come from Maria. The girl most commonly describes Richter as an ungrateful wanker, often recounting memories of when he acted impulsively by jumping into fights that he couldn't have finished alone. Many of these stories ended with Maria saving him, and while she did enjoy embarrassing Richter, you knew that she admired him deep-down; She wouldn't say it aloud, but she didn't have to.
Based on the time that you were able to personally spend with Richter, you could tell that he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Carrying the Belmont name was no easy task, but being an older brother holds just as much weight. There was a lot of tension between Richter and Maria after her mother was turned, and it was evident to you that Richter blamed himself for that. Tera made the decision on her own accord to sacrifice herself to Erzsebet, he knows that, but Belmonts have always been protectors. He has fought a generous amount of vampires throughout his lifetime, and Erzsebet was the one enemy that he couldn't defeat. He believes it to be his failure, and it was a great price to pay.
Something else that you learned about Richter is that when things are looking dark, he tries to make light of it. Humor is his way out of despair, so when he was brooding by himself and you came to sit with him, he would crack a joke. You came to admire this about him rather quickly, and it became something for the two of you to bond over. You would go back and forth to try to make him feel better about their current circumstances, and when he walked away, he was able to do so with a smile. Both of you felt a little lighter after that.
You took turns listening to each other talk about your lives, and what got you to where you were. Richter spoke of his mother, and a few memories that he shared with her, and you spoke of your experiences living in this world as a dhampir. Richter gave you his undevoted attention when you talked about what things were like for you growing up and now. When he got the chance to listen to you, with everything that you shared with him, he became all the more awestruck. He had never met a dhampir before you or Alucard, so he was interested in learning about how different your histories' were. Unlike many in your past, Richter appreciated the diversity between you and was eager to learn more.
You don't consider Richter to be someone you're particularly close with yet, but you do believe that there is potential for something beautiful to grow between you. The expression on his face tells you that he feels similarly, God does he. While traveling alongside Alucard and Annette, Alucard often told stories of you and the many adventures that you had together. Learning about you through him only made Richter want to know more, to speak with you personally and listen to any tale you wished to tell. Admittedly, he was a little disappointed when you agreed to stay in Machecoul with Maria, but he knew it was for the better. You're magnetizing to him in a way that he can't explain, and here you are, standing in front of him.
Unable to resist the pull any longer, Richter leaps forward to wrap his arms around you. Your eyes widen at the sudden embrace and you remain still, unprepared for the contact but not willing to reject it. Strong, light arms encase you closely around your neck to his body, and he swears that you slot perfectly against him. Today marks the first day in history where a Belmont has prayed, because Richter is pleading to whatever will listen that he doesn't have to let you go. Would you have felt this way in his arms if he had held you sooner?
Alucard and Annette find themselves just as shocked as you are. They have noticed the softness that swims within his eyes when Richter hears or speaks of you, but they wouldn't have expected for him to spring to you like this. Fond smiles and knowing gazes quickly overtake their features while they watch you stand still as stone, dumbfounded. Your arms slowly raise to hover over Richter's back before they slowly rest there. The only words you can manage to say come out in a soft mutter, as your eyes slide to look at the boy hugging you so tightly, "Hey, Richter.."
A deep inhale sounds from Richter's nostrils as he breathes you in. Words could not describe the feedback that his senses received, but it's so uniquely you. In his mind, it is solidified that you are truly here, and he couldn't want you anywhere else. He wonders if you are always this warm, or if it is just the armor you adorn yourself in. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, a relieved sigh breathing onto your skin as he mumbles, "I'm so happy to see you."
Of all people, you would not have expected for Richter Belmont to display such a sentiment. It is far from unwelcome, though, as you find yourself able to relax in his arms. The tension in your shoulders slowly unwinds with the rest of the muscles in your body coming in-tide. Your eyes close as you nuzzle into his shoulder, savoring the connection that you have with Richter while you have it. He feels just as warm as you are, comfortably so, and you realize that you're asking yourself when the last time you felt so safe was. As you inhale, the aroma of familiar forests and a light hint of sweat greets your senses. You find it calming, giving you all the more reason to melt in his embrace. "Yeah..I'm happy to see you too," You agree tenderly.
You are permitted a few seconds longer to cherish this moment. You wish that it could last forever, but you know that there are other pressing matters at hand. You both seemed to forget that, for you collectively jump when Annette pipes up with, "Are you two done cuddling now, so that we can focus?"
Wide-eyed with rosy cheeks, you and Richter regrettably pry yourselves away from each other to face Alucard and Annette. You both nervously glance in opposite directions towards the floor, your hands fold in front of your body while Richter rubs the back of his neck awkwardly with the opposite on his hip. Annette shakes her head lightheartedly at the two of you while Alucard just smiles, starting to walk away as he gives you all instructions, "You three look for nests of vampires. When Erzsebet's army attacks, we don't want another front opening up into the city."
You all nod, which licenses Alucard to promptly make his getaway. There is a newly found trio now with you, Annette and Richter, and you all dash into the city to begin your search. In your rush, Annette turns her eyes to you and admits, "It is good to have you back."
You look back at her, and a smile blesses your lips. "Thanks. It's good to see you guys too."
"How is everyone back in Machecoul?" Richter asks, brows furrowed with worry.
You shrug and cast your eyes ahead. "Ah, they're coping. I'll tell you more later. For now, let's get to work."
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Summary: Set somewhere in the first episodes of season 1, you are about to go undercover to the château.
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Whose idea was this, again? ______ fussed with the petticoats of the luxurious gown they had “borrowed” from a seamstress’s shop. The plan was risky: she had to infiltrate the château in hopes of gaining information about Erzsebet’s court. The worst part? She had to go alone, because she was the only one in the group that none of the vampires had seen yet. The idea didn’t really appeal to her, that she had to act poised and regal around all those blood-sucking monstrosities that could kill her in a second, should they suspect anything. Still, destroying the Vampire Messiah was more important than her fear, and she would be armed. She couldn’t afford to mess up.
Then, there was also him… She wanted to go and to succeed, so they could take her down at once, together.
She took one last look in the mirror and tucked away a stray strand of hair. The more she looked at her reflection, the more time that passed, the more nervous she felt.What if they found out who she was? What if she put her friends in danger? What if-
Someone was knocking on the door. She looked over her shoulder and saw Richter leaning against the frame. ______ almost thought he looked a bit…flushed? He stared at her, wide eyed, in silence.
- Hey, are you feeling well?
- I-, uh, y-yes, I’m alright. - he said, scratching the back of his neck and getting even redder, his gaze avoiding hers. – I guess I should be asking you that. How are you felling?
- I’m quite uneasy… But I want to do it, though. I just hope they don’t figure I’m a spy. Do you think I look convincing?
- You look-uh, good. You look good. – His eyes darted around, trying not to look at her. He was sure that if he did, he would explode. She looked so, so beautiful. If he didn’t know who she was, Richter might have taken her for an angel on Earth.
She giggled at his fluster, getting up from the vanity to kiss his cheek. It was endearing how, after all this time, he still looked at her with those puppy eyes.
warnings: smut, handjobs, subspace, submissive and dominant, femdom, cock and ball torture, mentions of bodily fluids, overstimulation, use of the term "mommy", AGED UP CHARACTERS, use of cock ring, bondage
He whimpers as you hover on top of him, his eyes blurred with tears. It feels like it’s been hours since you last touched him, when in reality it’s only been about a minute. You smirk at the mess of a man under you. He’s just begging to be touched more, but you want to see just how desperate he can be.
“Awhh,” you coo softly. You lean in to kiss his swollen lips. “Does my baby need some relief?”
You don’t let him say anything, you just reach down to flick the head of his cock. This causes him to jump and he whines. You flick it a few more times, watching as it dribbles more precum. You love that he has nowhere to go either; he’s all tied up and his cock is secured in the ring you picked out specifically for this moment.
“You gonna answer me, baby?” You ask, nibbling at his earlobe. You hear him let out another breathy huff, clearly so desperate for more stimulation.
He lets out the sweetest moan when you wrap your fingers around him, and you begin stroking him. You alternate between very fast strokes that leave him panting and begging for release and slow, tortuous strokes that make him blink back tears. He’s trying in vain to buck up for just a little more stimulation, but whenever he moves around too much, you decide that he needs to be punished.
Smack! You slap his balls, making him cry out. He whines a soft apology, but it’s just not good enough for you.
“I thought,” Smack! “You were going to be a good boy for me.” Smack!
When you pull away to admire your handiwork, you can see how the head of his cock is red and dribbling precum while his balls are a cute shade of pink from being smacked and they look so heavy with cum. He’s whining and whimpering, soft pleas coming from his lips that are so swollen from being kissed.
“What was that, baby? You gotta speak up.” You tell him, flicking the head and shaft of his engorged cock.
His head falls back, “P-please…’m so sorry, please mommy!”
You smirk again when you hear him call you that name. It was so embarrassing for him to call you that at first, but he soon learned that it’s what gets him rewards. It’s what makes you want to actually get him off. You lean in once more, kissing those pretty lips. Your tongue slides into his mouth as you begin stroking his cock. Precum coats your hand, facilitating your actions.
“You wanna cum, dontcha?” You ask, nipping at his bottom lip. “Tell me how badly you want to cum.”
He grunts softly, “Mommy, please…I need to cum. Needta cum so fuckin’ bad.”
You love how far gone he is. His eyes are glazed over with lust. He’s more than desperate now, and so pathetically begging for his release. You reach down to cup those cum heavy balls and you tug on them lightly. He gasps at the sensation. You begin to jerk him off even faster and harder.
“Cum for me, big boy. Come on, shoot that load for mommy.”
He’s moaning like crazy, and these sweet little pleas and whimpers slip out too. You tug on his balls a bit more, and then alternate between flicking the head of his cock and smacking his balls between strokes. It takes so little to push him off the edge, and he’s moaning and crying out your name as fat globs of cum shoot out of the tip of his tortured cock. Soon, you slow your pace before leaning in to kiss him.
“My good boy…”
He breathes a sigh of relief, but it’s soon replaced with a whine as you start jerking him off faster and harder than before. You tug on his balls again, making him squeak.
“I never said we were done.”
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