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kumikoyumi999 · 9 months ago

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May I request some smut with the Major from Hellsing because I am a gross gremlin? Any format is cool with me. Could I ask that it involve a female!Hellsing!Darling and some heavy dubcon/noncon with a bit of mind break? Sorry if that is way too specific lol

Major/F!Darling: Valkyrie

TW: noncon, mindbreak

Integra and her pet vampires were impressive, but something about this little soldier of hers was particularly captivating. He'd first felt a spark when he'd seen ____ aiming a gun directly at him through his airship's window while her allies were occupied with the other enemies nearby. He had no idea who she was, yet she was still looking up at him from the barrel of a marvelously well-polished pistol that shined in the moonlight and fire surrounding them all. There were bodies of his soldiers all around her, each taken out with a single bullet from that same gun. She was an unnamed Valkyrie, a true angel on the battlefield that did her job with ruthless efficiency.

He'd smiled down at her while raising his wine glass to his lips, silently beckoning her to shoot. What an interesting end this would be to be taken out not by a key player like Integra, Alucard, that redheaded fledgling. But that was one of the beauties of war--despite the hierarchy of rank, experience, technology, advantages, a single unknown warrior could wind up toppling an empire with a single bullet. In a way it was the ultimate equalizer.

The moment she fired, he knew he wanted to see her again. Hellsing's firearms and human operatives really were something else; even with a distant target hundreds of feet in the air at a most unfortunate angle, she'd managed to hit her mark and strike his left eye. If The Major had been human too, that would've been the end of him. Instead he heard the incessant humming and beeping of his internals at a critical injury to his body, and felt the circuitry in his eye socket going haywire--as well as the throbbing erection in his trousers.

The Major grinned and breathed heavily as he lay on his back amongst the broken glass around him. When the Doctor and a few other soldiers helped him up to his feet, he simply brushed the shards of the window and his inner glass off of his gloves. "Meine Walküre," he chuckled. "Ah, I can't wait to see her again."

The intelligence unit had managed to scrounge up some basic information about her, but The Major knew that it meant little. He couldn't truly know her from a few classified papers, after all. That's why he'd arranged for Walter to use his position as a double agent to lure her in on an away mission and bring her to him on board the main zeppelin.

When he'd heard over the radio that she was here, he felt his heart skip a beat and was practically humming to himself as he made his way to the command room. He saw Walter holding her unconscious body, with her hands tied around her waist and her legs bound tightly together thanks to his wires. When the Major saw the fresh blood on her face, hands, and uniform, he'd smiled fondly. "How many of our men did she kill before you got to her?"

"Fifteen, if memory serves," Walter replied smoothly. "She yelled for me to cover her while she reloaded her pistol, and that was that."

The Major let out a hearty chuckle and stepped closer to brush her cheek. "You can leave her here," he decided, nodding towards the large table in the middle of the room. "Set her there, if you wouldn't mind."

Walter lowered ____ onto the table, shoving aside a few scattered papers and map markers by her head before laying her on her back. The Major looked down at her with an eager light in his eyes and placed his gloved hand over one of her wrists. "And get rid of these wires around her legs, would you? They'll just get in the way. The ones on her wrists are good enough."

Walter hesitated for just a moment before complying, untying ____ and carefully retracting his wires into the mechanisms on each of his fingers. He knew the Major was obsessed with her, but he still didn't know why. What interest could a machine obsessed with war have with one woman? Surely it wasn't just her abilities as a soldier, even if she was more than capable as a member of Hellsing.

Walter left the room to leave the two of them alone, and The Major's hands wandered up and down ____'s body. How could a warrior, a crusader and pursuer of death be so soft and inviting to the touch? He supposed that was part of what made her a Valkyrie, the epitome of femininity in his mind: terrifying power and ruthlessness, death and brutality carried out by a soft-featured beauty now at his mercy. He cupped her cheek and eagerly kissed her, moaning when the tacky blood on her face smeared his glove and his lips as he explored her sweet mouth.

Her eyes fluttered open at this sudden intrusion and weight towering over her. The last thing she remember was Walter's hand on her shoulder, a sharp blow to her neck, and then...

When she realized someone was kissing her, she immediately kicked them in the stomach; The Major stumbled back just a little despite the force of her legs, and he quickly responded by putting his hands around her throat and squeezing. She flailed wildly as her vision started to blur, choking on her own spit as she struggled to not bite or swallow her tongue as he strangled her. "It'd be best if you stopped fighting, Schatz," The Major said sweetly. "Though if you'd like to be stubborn, I can keep my hands around your pretty little neck until you go back to sleep."

____'s human instincts were screaming for her to stop struggling and survive, as opposed to risking death or being unconscious with this sick fuck looming over her (which option was worse, she wasn't quite sure). She relaxed her legs and let them fall back against the table, and The Major in turn relaxed his grip until he was simply resting his hands against her throat. "What...what do you want," she coughed. "If you want to torture me for information, I'll save us both the trouble and swallow my tongue right now."

The Major smirked and patted her cheek. "I can think of much better uses for this mouth of yours, Miss ____."

____ flinched at his touch and the suggestive tone in his voice. Was he...flirting with her? "So can I," she spat. "Tearing into your carotid artery with my teeth and watching you spew blood like a fucking geyser, for one."

He laughed and reached down to pull at the buttons on her uniform. "I think I'd enjoy that," he mused. "My little Walküre, giving me the best final kiss a man could ask for." He didn't have blood of course, and biting down on his neck there wouldn't break the armored "skin" unless she bit with the force of a bullet, but he could dream, couldn't he?

____'s heart raced and her stomach sank with dread as The Major undressed her. She didn't know what to do: try to fight him off, or let him do what he wanted and try to find an opportunity to free herself? She could only do so much with her arms bound to her sides...And if he overpowered her again, she'd be choked again and would just be violated anyway while she was unconscious.

A few tears welled in her eyes. She stared straight up at the ceiling, trying her best to let her mind wander away from what was happening. The Major quickly tore the middle of her bra and used one hand to toy with her breast while the other moved to her pants' zipper. He was panting now, eager to finally claim his Valkyrie and see just how much fun it would be to break her and tear her wings. Would she stay resilient? Would she crumble? Either way, it was bound to be wonderful. He kissed and bit a trail down from the crook of her neck to her other breast, latching onto her pert nipple while she squirmed and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She felt his hardened cock pressing against her thighs as he hastily pulled her pants down to her ankles, and then hooked a finger around the waistband of her panties.

"I didn't know lace was part of the Hellsing uniform," The Major quipped, running his gloved finger under the delicate material hiding ____'s warm cunt. He tore them off of her with one jerk of his arm and placed them into his coat's breast pocket, and raised one of his gloves to his mouth to pull it off with his teeth. The bloodstained white cloth fell to the floor, and ____ inhaled sharply when she felt The Major's bare fingers running up and down her slit; he circled his thumb around her clit and chuckled when she whimpered from his touch.

____ felt the slightest trickle of arousal at her entrance and immediately bile rose in the back of her throat. It was just stimulation--unwanted, vile stimulation. Her body didn't know that a crazy sadistic Nazi fuck was toying with her pussy. It meant nothing. But as she felt herself getting more and more wet, more and more hot as he went faster and faster, she felt disgusted with herself.

Suddenly, The Major pulled his thumb away from her clit and began to pump his middle and index finger in and out of her cunt at a fast pace. ____ screamed at the intrusion, struggling against her bonds and finally starting to sob. "Too f-fa--s-stop," she gasped, trying to push herself away from him on the table. "Stop, stop, fuck--stop!"

The Major muffled her cries with another harsh kiss, snaking his tongue inside of her mouth as she struggled against him. When he finally managed to pull away, he licked the tears on her right cheek before leaving a few quick pecks to her lips and nose. "Ahhh, you're doing so wonderfully, Schatz," he cooed. He pulled his fingers from her dripping walls and licked the arousal off of one of them, and then used his index finger to "paint" the remaining blood smears along her body with her juices. "You're everything I imagined and more."

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and shivered with anticipation as he lined his cock up with her. ____ felt the blunt fleshy head prodding her entrance and her breathing became more panicked. She tried to shut her legs and turn away, but The Major quickly grabbed her thighs and spread them apart. "No, no, no no no, don't--"

In one thrust of his hips, he knocked the air out of her lungs and sheathed himself inside of her completely. The sound of her voice being cut off, followed by the mix of a sob and a moan as he started to move his hips at a fast and brutal pace was like music to him. Now the two of them were panting together, and the heat pooling inside of ____'s core was unbearable as she started to hyperventilate. The Major refused to slow down and chased the marvelous sensation of her cunt spasming and twitching every time he reached her womb, the sight of her covered in sweat, dried blood, tears, arousal, saliva as she drooled...the wonderful noises of agony and shame and painful pleasure she was making underneath him.

"So close, Walküre," he said through gritted teeth, grinning maniacally as he fucked her faster and rougher. His nails dug into her flesh and he could tell she was so close to breaking. "Ahh, yes...yes..." He suddenly shoved her thighs forward until she was bent in half and barely able to wheeze out her moans and incomprehensible moans and sobs. "Yes, yes, YES!"

He came with a sharp grunt, his eyes rolling back a bit behind his shiny spectacles as he slammed his hips against hers and harshly fucked her through his climax. By the way she was twitching and how loudly she was wailing, it was clear she was reaching her peak as well. He was more than happy to oblige in shoving her over the edge, and after he'd completely ridden out his orgasm he leaned down to kiss her once again. Her screams as she came tasted so sweet against his tongue.

When he managed to collect his thoughts, he pulled away from her mouth and sighed happily as he nuzzled her neck. "Ah, you little minx," he murmured. "Mmm...My poor, captive Walküre. Looks like you've lost your claws for now, hm?" He smiled and gave a sickeningly sweet kiss to her tearstained cheeks as she trembled and sniffled underneath him. "That's alright. Rest, get your strength and desire to fight back. Love's a battlefield, and I'm going to conquer you over and over again."

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