We Will Remember You

Sylus, who doesn't just call you kitten from the start, but also treats you like one. He can't help it. Not when you remind him exactly of a fierce, scraggly stray kitten, hissing and arching its back at him whenever he comes close.

After coming to understand how uncomfortable you felt around him, he decided to adopt a different approach to getting close with you. A less forceful approach- a plan you didn't realise was implemented even when you were finally pliant and comfortable around him like a relaxed fat cat.

He had to coax you, silently and gently encourage you to put away your claws and start trusting him.

When you were at the base and basically sticking to the opposite side of the room as him as if you were glued there, sometimes he'd pretend to be deeply curious about something in front of him, such as a book or artefact, and pretend to pour over it as he clicked his tongue softly.

As expected, and just like a cat, the sound would catch your attention, and when you realised he wasn't making the sound to gain your attention but just casually clicking his tongue because he was interested in something else, you would slowly approach with a little furrow in your brow. He tried not to laugh as you took slow steps around the edge of the room to come closer, you yourself pretending to be interested in other books and things to seem as if you just casually ended up near him, meanwhile you had been eyeing him from the corner of your eye the whole time, little interest in anything else.

Treats. You hadn't though deeply about why Sylus' pantries were stocked with your favourite snacks. After a few visits to his home, you would naturally make your way to the kitchen to grab your favourite treats without a care in the world, happily munching them like a stray cat that had been lured over by temptation.

At the base, you would also be able to find your favourite toys (the cool guns in his armoury) and your favourite games, such as kitty cards. The blankets and pillows in the guest room you stayed in were all made of your favourite soft material, so expensive it felt like sleeping on a cloud. Sylus even tried spraying his cologne in certain areas of the house so you would become accustomed to his scent.

When in his home, Sylus would make sure to give you plenty of alone time while still ensuring you were aware of his presence, so as not to intimidate you but also to make sure you knew he was around if you wanted to approach him.

And you did, sometimes peeping over his shoulder like a curious cat to see what he was doing. Or sitting on the kitchen counter watching him as he cooked. The distance slowly closed before you even realised it. But he knew, and he was torn between smugness and the happy trilling in his heart.

You remained blissfully ignorant as the comforts around you grew. You naturally relaxed into your surroundings and his presence, not even noticing Sylus had planned it this way from the start.

Even now, he watches you- in your own small home this time- lounging on a fluffy, pink bean bag situated in a spot of the living area that catches the sun's soft glows through the window, and can't help but liken you to a cat. Especially when the sun moves through the sky and your eyes crack open, an unhappy frown creasing the top of your nose because you are now in a shady spot and even with a blanket covering you, that will just not do.

He watches you stretch languidly, yawning, before dragging the bean bag to a new patch of sun and once again settling on it, falling into a comfortable nap once more.

He's come from the kitchen, and he approaches you to place a warm cup of tea beside you quietly. One of your eyes peek open to take him in.

"Sylussss," you whine sleepily, rolling onto your back. He squats in front of you and rubs the top of your head.

"Mm?"

You don't say anything else, just falling back into slumber, but he smiles and continues to pat your head. It's something he does often, and he wonders if you even realise that you've come to always expect these head pats, bouncing up to him when you're proud of something you've done and want his praise, waiting for his warm hand to tell you you did well.

Or when the two of you are just relaxing together, sometimes he'll scratch beneath your chin and you'll preen, lips twisting up in contentment and enjoyment, eyes falling shut as you lean toward him for more. You may as well have purred and rubbed against him in silent askance for more.

Of course, if you became aware of the fact he was treating you like a cat, you would start pretending to not like these small affections, so Sylus keeps quiet with his teasing.

Although, he thinks of how cute you'd be, turning away with a pout after discovering he had been treating you like a pet. He could almost see an imaginary tail flicking irritably. Maybe you'd even growl unhappily.

He chuckled quietly. Truly a kitten.

PAIRINGS. . . sylus x reader

CW. . . suggestive, he lets you ride his motorcycle for the first time

you squealed the second the engine purred under you.

the vibration, the power, the sheer coolness of it—you couldn't stop grinning if you tried. “oh my god. sylus. sylus. i’m on your bike. i’m riding your bike right now.”

he was behind you, legs bracketing yours, hands resting on your hips like it was second nature. he laughed—low and smooth.

“don’t wreck it, baby,” he murmured against your ear. “i just tuned her.”

your heart was beating too fast. some of it was adrenaline. some of it was the fact that his voice was practically dripping down your spine.

“i won’t!” you chirped, way too giddy to notice how tightly you were gripping the handlebars. “i’m gonna be soooo good to her.”

“i know you will,” he said, his hands sliding down your thighs before casually guiding them into position. “you look so good up here, i might never ride solo again.”

you were flying down the open road, wind in your hair, engine growling beneath you like something alive. you could feel every subtle shift in the bike—and every subtle shift of sylus behind you.

his chest pressed flush to your back. his hands loose at your hips, fingertips dipping occasionally, like he was reminding himself you were right there. and your ass? firmly nestled against him with every little bounce, every lean, every stretch forward—it was impossible not to feel how he reacted.

you shifted just a little on purpose—like, barely—and you felt his hands tightened.

“you’re doin’ that on purpose,” he said, smirking. you didn’t have to see it to feel it.

“doin’ what?” you asked innocently, gasping a little when you hit a small bump and your whole body bounced, ass pressing back into his lap with a little too much intention.

that earned a growl. real and low and hot.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “you keep grinding back like that, and we’re gonna have to pull over.”

you laughed—breathless, dizzy with speed and power and the feel of him so close behind you. “you said i could ride,” you teased, half-turning your head.

“i said you could ride the bike,” he shot back, his voice rougher now, fingertips dragging up your sides. “not me.”

Angsty idea for the dark mermaid x alucard fic. 

What if they don’t know each others true name? 

Like hear me out alucard doesn’t tell the mermaid his because Adrian is dead and now he is alucard. But she doesn’t tell him her name because (A) she doesn’t have a human name or (B) mermaids could be a type of fae creature in which giving someone their name would be giving that person power over them and hide their name to preserve their power. So in A I would think he would give ther mermaid a name after finding out she has none and in the event of B him finding her name would be like a human man taking a selkies coat to trap them (that idea is kinda inspired by you using the seals eyes in the mermaids design)

A/N: Oh my gosh, Nonnie, YES to both of these!

TW: Yandere! Behavior (Implied Abuse & Manipulation). Reminder: none of this is okay in real life. If you need help, please reach out.

Like sure, some people are aware of Alucard’s full name, namely Sypha and Greta— Sypha having researched the history of ‘The Alucard’ who she and Trevor left behind, and Greta only because she was bemused upon hearing Saint Germain use it.  

But besides those few folks, The Alucard is known as simply that- ‘The Alucard’.

Our Siren friend becomes known as ‘The Landwalker’ amongst the townsfolk but that is not her name. Alucard’s quite certain she’s never offered her name, although he has several varying suspicions as to why.  

The first is as you said, it may be a case of the siren’s name not having a human equivalent. Perhaps it is not a sound that can be made easily above water. Alucard has spent a lot of time listening to his beautiful Siren speak, and he’s managed to surmise that her native tongue must have soft vowels as well as soft constants, seeing as how she has the least trouble pronouncing those in the Romanian language.  

Alucard’s second, more vindictive suspicion is based on fae laws concerning ownership and possession. She is clearly not human, and although she is a water-dwelling supernatural creature, Alucard is stealthily aware of a handful of water-adjacent fae species, such as Selkies, thanks to the combined knowledge of his Father’s tomes and the tomes contained within the Belmont Hold.   

He briefly considers directing her to that section of the Hold, just to see if she’s willing to point out her species, or the nearest recorded cousin to it. However, he quickly disregards that thought, not wanting to let her know the exact range of knowledge he has up his sleeve.  

He asks her one day while they’re in the bath (the only way he’ll let her take them now) if she would perhaps be interested in donning a human name for the time she is here.  

Across the large Roman bath, the Siren bares her fangs in displeasure but makes no hissing sound. She’s since learned her snarls and hisses do little to discourage Alucard’s advances, and despite how disparaging that may be, she finds that she has fewer and fewer reasons to rebuff his wishes anyway. It is as if the longer she stays here, next to him, amongst humans, the less feral she knows how to be.   

She wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s taming her, oh no. To hell with that!  

 (Of course, Alucard would, if you were to ask him.)  

“Whhy?” She finally croaks out, more interested in learning his reasoning than fighting him about it.  

“You know my name, yes? You live in my home, you sleep in my bed, and still, I do not know yours. Do you not think that's odd?”  

‘I thinnnkk itt meahn you sstupid.’ She wants to retort, but holds her tongue, settling to shrug her shoulders instead.  

“Well, have you heard any names you like?” Alucard asks.  

The Landwalker opens her mouth to answer, but Alucard cuts her off, never having intended for her to answer anyway.  

“No, no, that wouldn’t work. All the names you’ve heard are ones already belonging to people in Village Belmont, and it would seem weird to steal your new name from them.” Alucard was speaking more to himself than her at this point, an air of certain superiority about him.  

Suddenly, Alucard snapped his fingers in realization. Upon hearing the sound, The Landwalker’s pupils grew wider and more fearful, and her chest started to fold in on itself before she realized this time, the noise was not directed at her.  

“Adela. It’s a strong name with Germanic origins. Dating back to the 10th century. William the Conqueror named one of his daughters Adela.”  

“Conkerrrr?”  

“He was the first Norman King of England, some 700 years ago.”  

“Meahn?”  

“Well, I sincerely doubt anyone dubbed ‘the Conqueror’ was known for their niceties.”  

The Siren shook her head again, scooching forward in the bath the best she could, which was a rather difficult feat with a tail such as hers. Once she was well within his personal distance, the Siren gently placed her clawed hand on top of Alucard’s bent knee, which was protruding well above the water level.  

“Nahm meahn?” She tried again.  

Alucard’s expression stayed the same stoic, unreadable expression he always wore for just a moment before a genuine smile broke out across his face. Throwing his long blonde hair back, he let out a hearty laugh.  

She was such an adorable thing at times, wasn’t she? Alucard’s heart felt lighter upon hearing her clarification. To him, this encounter wasn’t a tense negotiation, oh no. To him it was akin to a pair of lovers choosing their bard song, or their very own constellation in the sky: it was a sign of further love and devotion.  

Of course, it did not feel similar for The Landwalker, although she would be lying if she refused to admit the sight of her dhampir partner laughing filled her heart with hope.

Yes, ‘The Alucard’ was a bastard in so many ways, but deep down, he was still just a boy, looking for love and adventure the way all the silly young swashbucklers would.  

Perhaps one day he could be beautiful to her— perhaps even as beautiful as she was to him.  

“Of noble kind,” Alucard finally said, having come down from his high. “It means of noble kind.”  

‘Noble? Huhh.’ The Landwalker thought.

Well— she certainly wasn’t opposed to that. 

A/N 2.0: Full disclosure, I copied and pasted this ask into my To Do’ folder on Google Docs but when I went to post my answer to it, it had somehow vanished from my ask box??? So I resubmitted the ask to myself via Anon, the same as it was submitted originally. (If you’re wondering why it took so long to answer, this is why. It’s also because I’m the slowest writer ever, but we don’t have to get into that right now lol.)

AND ALSO, UM, I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS UNTIL I STARTED WRITING, BUT THANK YOU! Seriously, this will make writing future answers in this series so much easier! I kept juggling between ‘The Landwalker’ & the Siren, and it just felt like a mouthful at times. 

Imagine getting oral from the monster under your bed.

Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.

It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.

You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.

You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.

One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum hard, shuddering as the monster draws out your orgasm. It lets you go, but you have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a strange relationship.

Size difference >>>

Your husband, Sukuna, stepped out of the shower just as you were done with your morning skincare routine.

He walked over to where you were, drying his hair with one towel while the other loosely wrapped around his waist.

You watched as he stood next to you, slinging the towel over his shoulders before staring at himself in the mirror.

It's a rare sight to see Sukuna with his hair down. Just one of the few things you have the privilege to witness. You smiled softly and reached up to brush away the wet strands clinging against his forehead.

"Your hair is getting long, love."

He simply gave you a hum as he grabbed his hair gel. You absentmindedly played with a lock of his hair as you thought of something.

"I've been thinking..."

"Oh no." Came his gruff, sarcastic response which earned him a smack on his shoulder. He smirked at your annoyed pout.

"Well, what is it? You can't just leave me in suspense." He said, squeezing some gel in his hand before slicking back his hair.

You rolled your eyes and then sighed. "I think you'd look pretty good with black hair."

He raised his eyebrow at that suggestion before looking back at himself in the mirror. "Really now?"

"Mmhm. It'll match your eyes and make your tattooes look prominent—"

"They're already prominent as hell, woman."

You rolled your eyes again. "I'm just saying. I'm not asking you to actually dye your hair, love." You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek before leaving the bathroom.

Sukuna looked back at his reflection and squinted his eyes in deep thought.

Two days later, you almost jumped out of your skin at the unfamiliar sight of a mop of black hair on your couch.

But then you realized it was your husband, Sukuna, when he turned to look at you with that signature cocky smirk on his stupidly sexy face.

"There you are, wife. Where were you? Late shift again?"

Oh, he knows what he's doing to you. He knows. But he decided to keep acting oblivious as he stood up and walked closer to you. His smirk streching into a feral grin.

"What's this? My usually talkative wife is suddenly speechless? Something on your mind you would like to share—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence and resorted to cackling out loud as you, somehow, conjured up the strength to tackle him to the floor.

You two spend a few good hours there before finally moving to the bedroom.

（・+・マ！

birthday sex with caleb is soo sweet.♡ he’s so eager to pump all his love into you!

like, he’s pressing you deep into the mattress, his large hands pushing your knees up to your ears as he folds you over. your pussy’s so loud, gushing wet juices as he feeds you inch after inch of his fat cock. you can barely breath, mewling out small whimpers of his name.

“s’too much!” you cry, shaky hands gripping the sheets as his heavy cock splits you open. caleb just shakes his head, his eyes too focused on how perfectly your pussy’s sucking in his dick.

“you can take it, princess” he cooes, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your plump lips.

his thrusts are slow and deep, shaking the bed everytime he slams into you. his eyes can’t help but roll back at the feeling your sweet pussy clamping so hard around him. you’re milking him so well!

“oh, fuck” he chokes out, “birthday pussy’s gna kill me.” he says between kisses.

you’re biting back tears from how insane the stretch is, your heads thrown back into the pillow while his cock heads grinding perfectly into that spongy spot.

“caleb! please!” you hiccup, feeling your body tense up; you’re so close to cumming already. your thighs are aching so bad and you can barely breathe, but he doesn’t let up.

Caleb knows you’re close, can tell by the way you’re clamping so hard around him. he can feel that gooey pussy spasming and begging for his cum.

he’s so mean because he pushes his body weight on you and grinds his dick further into your sweet spot. now you really can’t breath! with his weight heavy on you and his cock fucking you so well, you completely come undone.

sobbing out moans, you wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses you.

“that’s it baby, cum for daddy,” he’s so proud of you. loving the way you can’t control your spasming body.

you’re barely able to kiss him back. stars are exploding behind your eyelids. your body’s trying to curl in on itself but it can’t with the way caleb’s laying on you.

honestly, caleb’s barely holding on. your warm pussy is so perfect, tightening around him and squeezing him so well; he ends up cumming sooner than he wanted to. and god it’s so much. just spurt after spurt of heavy, thick cum.

“ ‘m sorry pipsqueak, couldn’t hold it in” he chokes out. his stomach’s flipping, waves of red hot pleasure coursing through his body. he’s panting in your ear and begging you to forgive him for not being able to stop himself.

you feel so full, his warm cum nestled deep within your cunny. best birthday ever!

Based off DM request from @msvirgoflower because this is a total rom-com cliche 😆

Castlevania boys [Drac, Alucard, Isaac, Hector, and Trevor] to how they would react if their s/o came back home after drinking heavily with friends and while trying to help them to bed when they get home their drunk s/o slaps them and is all like "Whoa back the f#$% up! I am off the market- I gots me a man and he'll kick your ass!

Prompts HERE

VALENTINES LIST

♡ [ trope ] to do cliche things with them, just because

Dracula

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest as you slur out your words but he’ll indulge in the inebriation just for a moment.

“Oh you do? Well I imagine they would be protective over one such as lovely as yourself”

Trevor

Chances are he’s a bit drunk but nowhere near as buzzed as you

He’ll be slightly pouty and whiny, clinging onto you tightly, saying stuff like “yeah! and it’s me! Unless there’s someone else eyeing you…!”

Alucard

Maybe slightly annoyed but also stifling his laugh as you speak your mind to him

“Oh you do? They just be worried sick if you’re out here by yourself. Come, I’ll safely return you to them.”

Isaac

Calm demeanor but also with an exasperated look 😑 he tries to keep you steady

“And your lover would very much care if you were away from a crowd of rubes. Here, take my arm.”

Hector

It’s one of the rare occasions you get a genuine smile and laugh from him as he’s holding onto your shoulder

“Yes, love, and it’s me, hurry before you catch a cold or attract more attention.”

Plot: porn just porn!

Warnings: filthy porn. small oneshot with Trevor Belmont!.

Note: I don't own castlevania and I don't own castlevanias characters!

Trevor grunts as he pounds into your pussy roughly, he pushes his sweaty forehead against yours.

His large rough hand grabs your breast as she continues to pound into you.

Lewd sounds fill the room along with moans and grunts and small ahhs which were from you.

You whimper and wrap your arms around his neck and grips at his black hair.

“Trevor! Honey!” You moan out.

Trevor grunts even louder as he gets close and he whispers “Come sweetheart.”

You whimper as you cum hard around his cock, you came to the point it hurt.

Trevor kisses your face as he slams harshly into your pussy once again before cumming hard and he pants loudly against your neck.

“Shit, sweetheart.” Trevor whispers before going limp on top of you pulling you close to him.

“Well this is a sight.” A male voice says.

You quickly hid in Trevor's arms and took a peek at who spoke.

It was Alucard.

Alucard was standing in the doorway with Sypha, who is your sister.

You blush and keep hiding.