#Alexander Anderson smut

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I come bearing a gift!

Alexander Anderson/Reader Smut

Aphrodisiacs

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Breeding Kink

Biting Kink

Dom!Alexander

Sub!Reader

Dirty talk

NSFW under the cut! Do not proceed if you're under 18!

He'd been acting distant from you all day. Your dear sweet Alexander had hardly spoke to you, much less come near you. You didn't know what was up with him, but you were determined to find out. It wasn't normal for him to act this way, especially not to you. You were his beloved, and you'd been that to him ever since he left the church years ago. You were his respite, his solace, and everything beautiful in life. Those were his words, anyway.

 

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly watching TV as you pondered what you should do. He had holed himself up in your shared bedroom, not even coming out for food when you knocked and told him that dinner was ready. Not even a reply. You would've assumed he was sleeping, were it not for the faint sounds of shuffling within the room. 

 

You considered going up to check on him, but if he was avoiding you like this for this long, he probably had a good reason for it. You didn't believe he would just avoid you for the hell of it. He was always affectionate towards you, from wrapping his arms around your waist while you cooked, to small things like twining his fingers with yours while you both watched the TV. Still, you couldn't help but be worried. You continued to stare at the TV, not really paying attention to what was going on in the show, debating on what you should do.

 

 

 

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Alexander was restless inside of the little bedroom you both shared. He didn't like hiding away from you, but he sure as hell wasn't going to get close to you while he was like this. He didn't know what this feeling was, only the thoughts and images it plagued his mind with. It was unrelenting, almost uncontrollable, and it made him want to do... Less than holy things to you, to say the very least. He must have drank something he shouldn't have at the pub he visited, he figured. Earlier, he'd been out having a drink with some acquaintances, but this feeling hadn't really raged until he'd gotten home. Until he'd gotten near you. When you embraced him when he walked through the door, a white hot sensation had surged through him. Though he was the one in your embrace, he almost felt the desire to pounce on you. That's when he noticed something was wrong. He was always careful and gentle with you, given how strong he was, and how much bigger he was than you. 

 

He locked himself inside of your room shortly after. He wasn't entirely sure what this was, but he wasn't going to let it be the cause of harm towards you. He was going to stay up there, and wait this out. It would be easy.

 

That is what he thought, until he heard the sound of your footsteps coming up the stairs, followed by a call of his name. 

 

"Alex? You've been up there all day... Are you alright? Is there anything you want to talk about?" 

 

Of course you were worried about him, sweet little thing you were. It was adorable how you were concerned for his wellbeing, wanting to take care of him.

 

Though now, he'd like for you to take care of him in a different way. He'd just love to hear your voice wrapped around his name with a different tone of voice...

 

Stop.

 

He scolded himself internally, for allowing his thoughts to dip into that territory. It wasn't like sex between the two of you was a completely foreign concept, but in the few times prior, he was always very gentle, treating you like you might break. Which, was a very real possibility given his size and strength. You were so small, he really didn't want to accidentally hurt you, especially during something as intimate and as special as that kind of encounter between the two of you. 

 

But, despite knowing this, he couldn't stop the ideas that were trickling through his head, threatening to burst into actions if he didn't have more self control. In his thoughts, he'd have loved nothing more than to have you beneath him, trembling and begging for him to fill you up, taking you how he pleased while you took it like the good girl he knew you were. 

 

He once again shook himself out of this train of thought quickly. He couldn't- No, wouldn't do that to you. He didn't even know if you liked that sort of thing, if you'd even be okay with it. What if you saw him akin to some depraved animal? He wasn't going to have that, and he sure as hell wasn't going to have the possibility of hurting you. 

He'd just do this himself, if that's what it took to make this feeling go away. Right now he didn't care how sinful it was, how much it would've sullied his reputation with the church had anyone from his life years ago known this.

 

Even if they did find out somehow, he would've preferred that to the prospect of hurting you. 

 

What he had forgotten, however, was that you'd just come up the stairs to check on him. 

 

And you were outside the door.

 

 

 

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You were really starting to worry about Alexander. He didn't even come out for dinner, and he always loved it when you cooked for him. The sun had set quite a while ago, and still no word from him. You would've thought he was sleeping, were it not for the fact he was an insomniac. Most nights he couldn't even sleep, but he was just content to hold you close to him, listening to the soothing sound of your peaceful breathing.

 

... Wait.

 

The sound you heard from the other side of the bedroom door also sounded like breathing, but it was anything but peaceful. It was ragged, shaky breaths. Now you were really worried. What if he was sick, or upset, or-

 

Oh.

 

The sound of a quiet, muffled groan pulled you out of your racing thoughts. He was most definitely not sick. 

 

Blush rose to your cheeks as you realized the situation. That suddenly made a whole lot more sense, so you thought. Perhaps he was pent up, and didn't want to take out any frustrations on you. You knew he handled you carefully for fear of breaking you, and he often wouldn't initiate because he didn't want to seem like he was trying to demand it from you, even though that's the opposite of how it came off. But still, he was always careful, always mindful. And even during sex, he'd refuse to let go any. His hands would tremble as he balled them up into the sheets, threatening to rip them through. Rather the sheets, which were replaceable, than you.

 

You figured this was the case, and you were half right. What you didn't know was he locked himself away in an attempt to save you from himself, or rather what he may do if he were to lose his self control. The good Lord knew how tempting you could be, how even when he wasn't under the effect of this aphrodisiac, you'd stir up thoughts he'd kept shoved down. Thoughts of making you submit to him, of pure indulgence in his darkest fantasies about you. He was only a man after all, and definitely not immune to your charms. 

 

You contemplated what to do. On one hand, this was extremely private, and even though you were his girlfriend, you shouldn't intrude on his business like this.

 

On the other hand, the sounds he was making was extremely fucking hot. You weren't going to lie to yourself about that. 

 

...Fuck it.

 

You were going to get in that room, and see if you could change his mindset about you being fragile. You could handle more than he gave you before. You could handle him letting loose a bit. At least, you thought so.

 

No better time than the present to find out. 

 

And even if you couldn't, you knew the experience was going to be 100% worth it.

 

You dug around in your pocket, finding the key to your bedroom and inserting it into the handle. Before you turned it, you knocked on the door gently. "Alex? I'm gonna come in, okay?" You heard scrambling, and some muffled protests as you turned the handle. You peeked your head into the room. It was dark, except for the ray of light that had entered from the slightly open door. 

 

There, on the bed, sat a very disheveled, embarassed looking Alexander. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, and his breathing hard. It looked like he was trying to cover himself, but he was having a difficult time. You could see his hands shaking as he gripped the sheets, trying to pull them over himself. Even with that dazed look on his face, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. His chest rose and fell quickly as his eyes scanned over you.

 

You looked so...

 

Your face reddened as you took in the sight of him. Sporting a very obvious hard on, even with his attempt at covering it with the sheet. That look of desperation on his face, the hazy look in his eyes. "Do you, ah... Need help?" You asked sheepishly. Alex's eyes darted away from yours, a look of shame crossing his face. "Ye weren' supposed te see me like this." He muttered, twisting and untwisting his hands into the sheets out of nervousness. Great, now you'd think he was no better than some animal. He'd done it this time.

 

You laughed lightly, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. "It's not like I mind... To be honest, you look... Really good like this." You admitted, trying to meet his gaze, but his eyes were still avoiding you. "I can help...? If you'd like me to?" He was surprised for a moment. You... Didn't think poorly of him for this? He was sure that this would lower your opinion of him. Masturbating was still pretty much a foreign concept to him; the nuns that raised him had drilled it into his head that it was something disgraceful. But here you were, even wanting to help him with this?

 

He wanted to say yes so badly, but still...

 

He shook his head, his stare fixed on the floor. Despite the fact you wanted to do this with him, he couldn't look at you out of a mix of shame and embarrassment. "I... Drank somethin' I shouldn' have at the pub earlier today. I don't know wha' it was, bu' it has this really strong effect. I locked myself away to keep from hurting you by accident." 

 

'Hurt me? What-'

 

Oh.

 

Ohhhh.

 

"So, let me get this straight." You began. "You basically drank an aphrodisiac, and you've kept your distance from me so you wouldn't give in, accidentally hurt me?"

 

Damn.

 

It was a little embarrassing when you said it aloud. 

 

"...Yes, exactly. I wan' to do so many things to ye." The red on your face deepened. "Bu' I could never forgive myself if I hurt ye. Yer such a small thing compared teh me. I can barely even keep my self control together around ye righ' now," He admitted. You shivered at the implication. You said nothing, but stepped further into the room and closed the door behind you. 

 

His eyes slowly readjusted to the darkness, with the help of a ray of moonlight shining through the window. You were bathed in soft white light, and he saw you approach him slowly. "Wha' are ye doing?" The bed shifted with your weight as you crawled towards him. "I want to prove you wrong. I can take more than you think I can." You settled on his stomach, cupping his face with both your hands as you kissed him. It started off slow, but turned into something much hungrier. His large hands ghosted over your hips tentatively, shaking violently. He was trying so hard to hold back, still scared that he was going to break you if he gave in.

 

Alex was breathing heavily when you drew back from him, and in the dull light of the room, you could see the hazy look in his eyes. Pure lust. You moved your mouth to his neck, pulling at the skin lightly with your teeth. He let out a hiss as his hands finally settled on your hips, squeezing lightly. Just a bit more...

 

"I'm not going to break, Alex. And even if you did rough me up, to be honest... I'd probably like it." He tightened his grip on your hips, and you smiled. "I want you to be able to let go with me. I want you to have your way with me." You pressed another kiss to his lips, before meeting his heated gaze. "Please?" 

 

Oh, he couldn't keep it together after that. How could he when you asked like that? He planted one hand on the back of your head, pulling you back to him to meet him in another kiss, this one much more heated than the first. You whined, pressing your body firmly against his. He reacted immediately, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he slid you down so you'd be sitting in his lap. He ground his cock against your clothed heat, causing a gasp to slip from you. 

 

"Ye feel that, sweetheart? Tha's all because of yeh. Can hardly resist ye, pretty little thing." You squirmed in his lap, arousal filling your core. He was painfully hard, and you could feel that even through your clothes.

 

God, you wanted that inside of you.

 

"Shit, Alex," You whispered, pressing your hips down harder into his, trying to get more friction. He smirked at you, watching your expression change from coy to something needier. "Yeh're such a needy girl. And just for me? I'm truly blessed." His statement flustered you, causing you to look away, but he wasn't having any of that. He gripped your chin with his hand, pulling your gaze back to him. "Look a' me. I wan' ta see tha' pretty face of yours when I make ye see the pearly gates." You whined, keeping your eyes on him like he wanted. "Good girl. Such an obedient little thing," He purred.

 

Fuck, that sent a spike of heat shooting right through you. Alexander noticed how it affected you when he heard your breath hitch. He smiled at you mischievously.

 

Oh no.

 

"Wha' was that? Ye like it when I praise ye, hmm?" You were so flustered, but you didn't look away, per his previous instructions. "If tha's the case..." He brought one of your hands up to his lips, kissing your palm before continuing. 

 

"Yeh're so beau'iful, so good fer me. Not a day goes by tha' I don' think how lucky I am to have such a sweet little thing all to myself. Beau'iful when yeh're not even tryin'. When yeh're sleepin, enjoyin yer hobbies..." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

 

"When yeh're stuffed full o' my cock..." 

 

You let out a quiet moan at that, the heat in your abdomen growing as you tried more and more to grind against him, but he held you firmly in place. "Alex..." You whimpered. "Yeees, my love?" He drawled. "I want it." He raised his eyebrows at you, an absolutely devious look on his face. "Already? I've barely even touched ye, and yeh want me that much?" He didn't say it, but he wanted you far more than you knew right now. He loved to tease you, but he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for much longer. The aphrodisiac was still burning strong in his veins, and having you all over him had only made it worse.

 

"Well, you can't just say stuff like that and expect me not to." You admit, quickly pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. For once, Alex was grateful for your impatience. That, and he loved just how eager you were for him. "You're so fucking sexy when you talk like that..." You murmur, raising up from his lap so you could wriggle out of your pants. You went to unclasp your bra, but he stopped you.

 

"Let me. I wan' ta unwrap this little present yeh've brought me." You nodded, and he curled his arms around you to undo the clasp. It fell away from your chest, exposing you more to him. You shivered, the cool air of the room hitting you fully. He chuckled, lowering his face to your chest. "Ye cold? Poor little thing. Tha's alright, ye won' be fer much longer." He connected his lips with one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it as his free hand went up to knead your other breast softly. You sighed, tangling one of your hands into his hair, your nails scratching his scalp lightly. He groaned, giving a light suck to your bud.

 

Once you started giving breathy whines, he moved on. He held you, swapping your positions. You were lying back into the pillows, and his face was between your thighs, giving soft nips to your lovely skin. 

 

He was going to have to prep you for him; He was proportionate to his size, and that was large. He towered over you easily, being over seven feet. He knew you'd struggle regardless, but he wanted to at least avoid discomfort for you where he could help it.

 

Your underwear was the last thing in his way, and you'd completely soaked those through. He hummed a laugh, before slowly pulling them down your thighs. "Ye look much prettier without these." He tossed the offending garment, and now there was nothing to cover you up. He spread your legs wider, putting your soaking cunt on full display for him. "Damn, sweetheart... Yeh're so wet fer me..." He groaned, taking in the sight of you. Your arousal was leaking down your thighs, and being completely exposed to Alexander just made your core throb in anticipation.

 

He swiped a finger up your slit, collecting some of your moisture before bringing it to his lips, tasting you. This just made you hotter as you watched him, wide eyed. "Ye taste so sweet. So sweet, just fer me." He whispered, before giving full attention to what was in front of him. "You can't just say things like- AaH!" Your sentence was cut short as he licked a stripe from the bottom of your hole to the top, before dipping his tongue into your soaked entrance experimentally. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head, trying to bring him closer to you, but he took both of your hands and held them firmly by your sides. 

 

"If I recall correctly, ye wanted me ta have my way with yeh. So, yeh're goin ta take wha' I give ye." 

 

Fuck, that tone was downright sinful. His words earned him a shudder, and a curse to fall from your lips. Alex chuckled, squeezing your hands lightly. "Watch yer mouth, or I might have ta put it ta work." He warned. You whined, your hips bucking involuntarily at the thought. "Oh? Does the thought of me usin yer mouth excite yeh? Such a dirty girl. Maybe I should teach ye the right way ta behave." He growled, his reprimanding only sending more heat to your core. 

 

"Please, Alex..." You whimpered. How could he deny you when you plead like that? Especially with your honeyed voice wrapped so beautifully around his name, too.

 

Finally he indulged you, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit as he collected more of your juices on his fingers, before slipping one of them inside you. His fingers were already quite thick, so he still took care when prepping you for him. You were all but mewling, your thighs spasming next to the sides of his head as he slowly worked you. He worked one finger in and out of your tight walls, delighted as he found no resistance. You were dripping for him, and he'd barely even done much to you. 

 

God, he loved you.

 

He added another, pumping them a little faster while he attended to your sensitive bud with his tongue, unrelenting in his ministrations. His long fingers eventually found that spongy spot inside of you, brushing up against it. You moaned rather loudly, bucking your hips wildly. You didn't even mean to, but it was all beginning to become too much for your sensitive little body. 

 

"Shit, Alex, there-!" You balled up your fists in his grasp, trying to find purchase amidst what was painfully slowly building up to orgasm. You could feel him smile against you as he pushed his fingers even deeper inside, hitting that spot repeatedly. Your moans got louder, and Alexander felt your walls tightening even more around him. "Alex, I'm-" Just when the twisted up coil in your belly was about to snap, he stopped altogether, pulling his fingers out of you, and backing off from your throbbing sex.

 

"No, yeh're not. Not yet." 

 

You cried out in frustration as the tension in your core slowly ebbed way, leaving you very much unsatisfied and needing more. "Why- I was so close-" You panted, trying to sit up, but he stopped you. He got up and settled between your thighs, gripping your hips tightly. "I need ye now. And yeh're more than ready fer me." You felt the blunt head of his cock prod your entrance, finding no resistance. You eyed his cock hungrily, reminded of the sheer size of him. You're definitely glad he prepared you. He leaned down, kissing you hungrily. You reciprocated happily, running your hands over his shoulders and tangling them in his beautiful blonde hair once again.

 

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving you open mouthed kisses against your pretty, sensitive neck. You relaxed for a moment, but a cry was wrenched from you as he sunk his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder lightly. You arched into his chest, your nails dragging down his sides. He bucked his hips into yours at your reaction, causing the tip of his length to slip inside your entrance with ease. You gasped, trying to push your hips into his to take more of him in, but he held you firm.

 

When he pulled back, he was met with the beautiful sight of your flushed face, half lidded eyes, and your chest rising and falling quickly with your choppy breaths. "Please Alex, I want it, want you inside." Your plea came off of a whiny exhale, and this ignited something in him. He cursed under his breath, pulling you even closer to him as he leaned down next to your ear. 

 

"Yeh'll be lucky if I can even hold back for yer sake, if ye keep talking like tha'." He muttered.

 

"Don't. I told you already I want you to let loose. I'm not gonna break, Alex. So, ruin me," You whispered, pecking a kiss to his lips. 

 

You heard him whisper to himself, something about how lucky he was as he adjusted himself, before slowly slipping into your heat. You grit your teeth as each inch entered. It did sting, and even when you felt full, he still hadn't bottomed out yet. Finally, when he was fully seated in you, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. He stretched you out so good, and he hadn't even started moving yet. You reached a hand up, petting his hair as you waited for a moment to adjust to his massive size. Alexander gave you the most lovestruck look - There you were, beneath him, filled to the brim with his cock, taking it so well. Your hair was splayed out in a halo on the pillows, and he thought to himself that he must have been blessed, angel that you were.

 

Finally, you bucked your hips against his, signaling for him to move. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the head in, before thrusting back into your heat with earnest. You gasped at the sensation, the drag of his cock against your tight walls sending delicious waves of pleasure rolling throughout your entire body. Alexander sucked in a sharp breath, both at your noise and at the feeling of you. He spread your legs further apart, before setting a harsh pace, following your earlier instructions to ruin you. You were quickly turned into a moaning mess as his cock drove deeper into you with each meeting of your hips, rubbing up against your sweet spot and kissing your cervix. 

 

One of his hands left your hip in favor of giving attention to your clit, and your moans got even louder as jolts of electricity shot through you. "Alex-!" You cried, digging your nails into his shoulders. This only spurred him on, causing him to curse and drive himself into you even harder. You pushed your hips against his, causing him to slip in even deeper than before, causing a whimper to slip from your lips.

 

Alex looked down at where the both of you connected, watching his cock disappear into you with each thrust. You also looked down, but instead your eyes were locked onto your belly - You could see his length appear there, and this only served to add to the liquid fire coursing through your veins. "You keep doing that, you're gonna end up getting me knocked up-" You chuckled, but that was quickly replaced with a whine as his hips stuttered momentarily, but turned into him grabbing your legs, folding and pressing them upwards against your chest, so he could hit even deeper inside of you. You had no more quips; every sound that came from your mouth had devolved into incomprehensible praises and lewd noises.

 

He leaned down, so his mouth could be level with your ear. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and thick with desire. 

 

"Yeh'd look so fuckin' beau'iful, with yer belly plump with my child. Make such a lovely little wife, just fer me. Maybe I'll give ye one, yeah? I'll stuff ye so full of my seed, there's no way ye won' end up with one." He groaned, just envisioning the sight of sweet little you, with child. A family of his own, with you, his beloved. 

 

Just the thought of that made your gut stir in the best way. You released a breathy moan, your walls squeezing even tighter around his cock, and he smiled at you. "Ye like that idea too? Raising our child? Yeh'll be such a good mother, and an amazin' wife. All fer me." He captured your lips, this time the kiss being less hungrier than before, rather with more passionate fervor, and love. You reciprocated, doing the best you could to cup his cheek with your hand while your body rocked back and forth with the intensity of each roll of his hips against yours.

 

You really did love this man... The idea of having a family with him sounded like your own personal slice of heaven. 

 

Your high was building up quickly, a combination of the ideas he put in your head, and the white hot pleasure that every harsh thrust sent rolling through you. Your mind was fuzzy, at a loss for words. 'I love you's and his name tumbled repeatedly from you, your poor head not being able to conjure up many other things to say. Alexander's pace was becoming inconsistent, a mix of deep and shallow thrusts, signaling his end was also fast approaching. 

 

"A-Alex, I'm close-!" You whined, your nails scratching down his back. You were on the edge, so ready to tumble over. "Cum fer me, my love." He grunted, his voice strained as he took in that beautiful fucked out look on your face. He did that, he was the one to make you feel so blindingly good.

 

Your high hit you like a freight train, and you all but screamed as burning hot pleasure ripped through you. Your walls clamped down hard on his cock, and your release spilling over him is what caused him to reach his end. You felt his warmth flood you, making you feel so very full. 

 

Alexander was bracing himself on his arms overtop of you, hovering there in favor of falling on top of you. The both of you were panting hard, trying to catch up. Finally he pulled out of you, almost reluctantly. A final whine slipped from you as he dragged against your overstimulated walls. He watched his cum leak out of you, the sight of you being filled so full with him almost lighting him up again. He reached down, pushing a finger into you to keep the rest from leaking out. You were flustered once your mind finally caught up to where you were and what had just happened. Alex leaned in, pressing one last slow kiss to your lips. When he leaned back, he was smiling at you sheepishly. 

 

Damn, talk about a 180. He looked so embarassed after basically trying to get you pregnant.

 

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WAITTHATWASSOMETHINGTHATHAPPENED.

 

Memories of all he'd just said flooded back to you, and you covered your face with your hands out of newfound shyness. He wanted you to be his wife? And to raise a kid with you??

 

And you didn't even dislike the idea.

 

When you uncovered your face, you were looking at very confused, but cute Alexander.

 

"Alex, sweetie. You really want to raise a kid, with me?" 

 

A genuine smile spread across your face as you watched a pretty shade of pink spread across his, all the way up to the tips of his ears. Adorable.

 

He covered part of his face with one hand, trying to hide his now flustered self as what exactly he said came back to him. "Lord, I didn' mean to say tha' out loud-" He mumbled, his voice muffled slightly by his hand. "But you diiiid," You teased. " 'I'll stuff you so full of my seed, there's no way ya won't end up with one'~" You mimicked a scottish accent, though it was pretty shoddy. He made a sound that was a cross between a laugh at your attempt at his accent, and a small noise of embarrassment. 

 

You sat up, crawling towards him as you took his hand in yours, moving it away from his face. "Hey, look at me." Alex met your gaze, almost taken aback by the sheer amount of love you looked at him with. "I'm not opposed to the idea..." You said, sheepishly. "As long as it's with you. Especially the idea of being your wife." Your tone dipped to something soft, genuine, loving. He smiled at you, so full of happiness as he pulled you into his embrace. "I love ye so much, sweetheart. How did I ever get blessed with an angel like yeh?" He murmured against your skin, littering it with small kisses. 

 

You hummed a laugh, leaning up to reach his forehead as best you could, planting a kiss on it. "I love you too, you big softie."

[blond3ang3l]

What a disciple he had…

Alexander Anderson was the holiest man that you’ve ever met. In your eyes he could do no wrong. You basically worshipped the ground that he walked on. And he loved every single second of it. Who wouldn’t though? He had someone that listened to his every commandment (quite literally). You followed him around like a lost puppy. Such a cute thing you were in his eyes.

So imagine the shock that came to him when your burst into the church bawling your eyes out. You didn’t waist a second to get on your knees confessing your sins to the priest at the alter. While on your knees begging for forgiveness something in him snap. Rubbing his bulge as you begged for him all teary eyed. “You want forgiveness right? Let’s see what that cute mouth of yours can do them~”

[anime-love31]

Alucard/Anderson/ reader

Stuffed like a turkey

Happy thanksgiving.. . Dp, and sharing.. age gap. Anderson is like 54, and obvs Alucard is a vampire, but he’s stuck at the age of like 45, in this reader is 18+ in their early 20’s. Reader is fem.

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Alucard had your head tilted back, his white glove held your jaw, as he kissed the left side of your neck. You sat in Alexander’s lap, your hands tangled in his hair, as he kissed the right side of your neck. The smell of thanksgiving fluttered from the kitchen into the living room where you were on the couch with Anderson, and Alucard was behind you, he was tall enough to kneel down and be able to still reach you two. Alucard’s free hand rested between your thighs, one of Alexander’s was wrapped around your waist, his other in your hair. Alucard moaned against your skin, as he pressed his pants covered cock against your ass, softly grinding into you. You moaned at his actions, grinding yourself against Anderson in the process, who groaned lowly. For a moment they broke away from kissing your neck, and Anderson pulled your shirt off, tossing it across the couch, his hands instantly cupped your breasts when Alucard unsnapped your bra and he threw it.

Alucard’s gloved hands cups Alexander’s own gloved hands, which made you moan lowly, the heaviness from both of their hands felt good. Devil’s trap covered the cross, and Alucard captured Anderson’s lips, which was hot as hell by the way. You let Alucard move you to face him, pushing your ass back against Anderson, Alucard spoke rough and low. “My turn with her pretty pussy..” Alucard’s tongue dragged down your chest, over your stomach, and he pulled your legs to spread over Anderson’s thighs. Anderson groaned lowly, cursing under his breath, he reached down, and pulled your underwear off, throwing them to the side as well, his hands held your thighs open, his pretty white gloves squeezed your thighs as Alucard’s devilish tongue began to lick hungrily. The sight made the older blonde growl, the glove that reads ‘Jesus Christ is in heaven’ tangled into Alucard’s hair. Anderson spoke, his voice dropped with lust “Ah fuck.. ya look so fuckin good between her thighs..” Alucard moaned and pressed his tongue in rougher. “Ah! Fuck Alucard!” You hissed a bit as fangs caressed your clit and it made your back arch. Alucard smirked against you, and began to suck a bit, making you whimper loudly, and arch back into Anderson.

Alucard was stripping out of his red coat, taking off his hat, and glasses he set them on the coffee table behind him, before he grabbed Anderson by the throat and kissed him, pushing his tongue into the older man’s mouth, moans left Anderson and god the sight made you squirm. Alucard lifted you with ease, into his lap and sat on the couch. You began to kiss Alucard, all he was left in was his pants and gloves, he pulled your hips down against his hardness through his black pants, and Anderson kneeled behind you, after he removed his own jacket, glasses and shirt, his metal cross pressed against your spine, as he trailed his kissed down your back, and his hands gripped your ass. “Ya want us both? Ya can still turn back princess.. once I start.. I ain’t stoppin’” Anderson spoke as he reached your lower back. You shook your head and gave him approval. Anderson brought his right hand up to his lips and pulled his glove off, before he removed his left, and his hands began to massage your ass, he lubed his fingers and began to stretch, he captured your lips as he began to work you open. You were a moaning mess in their arms, and that really enticed Alucard to push his black pants down off his hips, past his ankles and Anderson grabbed them with his free hand and pulled them off, before his own free hand pushed your hips toward Alucard. Anderson spoke low. “Ass up baby..” before he shifted you in Alucard’s lap, and he got a better angle to stretch and prep you. You were whimpering and moaning, as Alucard spoke. “You are doing a wonderful job, being a pretty little girl.. gonna feel good for Alexander and I huh? You wanna be a little toy for a vampire and priest yeah? “ Alucard’s words made you bite your lip. Alucard guided your hips to his own, sliding in you with ease, when Anderson was ready and had you prepped. Anderson lined up and gently took you, once both were settled the moans that filled the air was a mix of Scottish curses from Anderson , heavy deep moans from Alucard and your own. Both of them began to move slowly, both of them caging you in place, as Alucard held your shoulders, and Anderson held your hips. They picked up speed.

Sweat began to drip down your own body, it mixed with Anderson’s and drilled down on Alucard’s cool skin, Alucard’s one hand found your hair again, and he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to the regenerator and himself. They both began to kiss at your neck again, sucking marks of their own into you as they moved in sync. “Oi fuck.. god.. forgive me fuck..” Alexander moaned, his lips pressed up to your jaw, he whispered into your ear “fuck ya are so pretty sweetheart..”. Alucard spoke to you too. “My sweet.. so.. tight.. human.. such a naughty girl”. Your body was being owned by a hot Scottish priest, and a even hotter vampire. You were quickly approaching that high, and they kept going. Anderson was the first to break, he was moaning and he spoke softly, his voice was almost strained. “Ah.. fuck I’m comin” and Alucard laughed his deep, from within his chest laugh. “Ah Anderson I didn’t expect you to cum before her…” Anderson groaned, and his hand took your jaw, his lips crashed with yours. Alucard made a low noise watching you two kiss and he made sure you were steady back against Anderson’s chest, before he brought a hand down between your thighs, and his thumb hooked to rub your clit, which made your eyes almost roll. Alucard kept a rough pace until you finally collapsed as you came breathing heavy and into Anderson’s arms, Alucard let out a few grunts before he too lost himself inside you.

After a bit of all of you breathing heavy, Alucard laid you down on the couch, and wrapped his jacket around you. He let you rest as he fixed his pants around his hips, and headed into the kitchen. Anderson pulled on his own pants, and he pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, his eyes met yours before he stepped out and went for a smoke. Two hot, older, ever so fucking sexy men, shirtless still. They kept your Brainfilled with hot thoughts, you were curled up in Alucard’s jacket, with Anderson’s soft black underwear on your hips, keeping you from making a mess on the couch, Anderson came back in from smoking after a bit, and you seen him walk into the kitchen. You watched with adoring eyes, as Anderson wrapped his arms around Alucard giving him a kiss as he cut the turkey. Alucard and Anderson spoke a bit quietly, before Anderson turned to face you in the living room as Alucard was setting the table, Anderson walked over. “Cmere baby girl.. let ya daddy hold ya while Alucard sets the table” Anderson spoke softly, and he lifted your sleepy body, carting you over to the table, you sat in Anderson’s lap, your head on his chest. Alucard and Anderson took turns feeding you bites of turkey, mashed potatoes and eventually some pie. What a great thanksgiving.. you were thankful for them.

[alucardsathomewife]

I need more Hellsing content

The hyperfixation on it has a choke hold on me

[anothersoulless]

Return to me (Alexander Anderson x AFAB!Reader)

You know Alexander from the Library you worked at - when he one day stands in front of your day at the end of the year 1999, you can not deny him shelter. And now, you definitely didn't regret it

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Not Beta Read, we die like {redacted}

You never thought you'd see him again, but there he was, standing right in front of you was the tall, blonde priest with green eyes that had a way to obvious scar on his cheek, asking you if you had a place for him to stay for some time. Your heart was still somewhat broken by being rejected by said man, that fateful day where you had decided to accept he would reject you and went and got it for yourself, thinking you might be able to get over it, your love for that man.

Needless to say, you didn't. You never did and didn't think you ever would. But everytime he came into the library, asking you for a book you couldn't help but falling for him. And fall you did, landing hard in the reality that he was a priest, the he was to not mingle in relationships with others, his only devotion being god and the preachings of the bible. You had started to read the books that he did, finding most to be about the occult, werewolves, vampires, witches, wendigos... And how to kill them. Books that were written like research, obviously being a piece of someone's fantasy.

But then he would come in and get children's books, about the holy Mary, about birds and trains and flowers, about the way the sun would rise and laugh, but how the clouds would always cry. When you found out he was living in an orphanage, you wanted to go so badly, it wasn't far, but it wouldn't be fair. So the next time he had come by, you had asked him out for a stroll - not a date, just to get to know him, to become friends. His positive response had surprised you.

So why, after all that time of him caring, in the end rejecting and going seperate ways, was he standing in front of you, on this winter afternoon in 1999? And where was his priest robe? He had his usual coat on, but only a thin shirt and jeans, so you didn't waste time, letting him into your house. "Alexander? What are you doing here?" "I quit. And I- You said you'd always be there when I need something, and right now, I don't have a home. Can I stay? Only until I find something for myself, of course." You turned the thought over in your head. The Basement was free, you'd only have to clean it up, maybe stash everything in your garage. "God, sit down first. Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate?"

Sitting down with him, each sipping on their own tea, you finally spoke up. "I really should question how you figured out where I live, but the reason you quit interests me more." He sipped on his tea. "There have been... Some mindest differences recently. Between me and the church. While I am incredibly sad to leave behind the children, I couldn't accept staying there. Not with the recent happenings in London." "London? What does the Church have anything to do with the destruction of London?" He just smiled. You never got an answer. But you guessed it was more involvement then what the newspapers told you.

Sometimes, the ex-priest talked to you about an old friend, one, who vanished back in London. You didn't know if he was dead or just disappeared in the rubble, or if it was... A different kind of friend. You looked after him a lot of the time, driving him back and forth from monestary to your home so you could get all his belongings. You even had to drive to the Vatican - Who had an own room in the Vatican?! It had taken months for him to settle comfortably in the basement, old bookshelves and boxes and dressers functioning as his only storage. You bought him a new bed, so he could at least afford a good rest - he promised to repay you, but you shook it off. It was a cheap one anyways.

You helped him find work in the city, helped him with a driver's licence and, in the end, you both scrapped your money together to get him a car. It was second-hand, fairly cheap compared to the other cars on the market, small and old-school. But he was happy with it, and so were you. After a good 3 months you finally convinced him to buy new clothes, instead of just opting for your old father's ones, it was exciting finally seeing the fashion taste of a man previously running around only in his religious tell-tale robe with the crosses.

He picked out a few checkered ones, others had random prints on it. You got him to buy a muscle shirt (mainly for your own entertainment, but also because it got really hot during summertime) and some pullovers for winter - one Pullover was relatively thin and black, covering his neck from the cold winds that would come in 6 more months. A lot of people had stared at you - maybe it was the fact you were just average size and he was - well - over 2 meters tall, maybe they held you for a couple or found him handsome. But maybe, it was because of his scar. You never knew for certain how he got it.

You saw him enter the library on a fairly quiet day, he hadn't visited for weeks, probably on one of his trips to foreign countries. He didn't take long to get to the Check-out and you were snooker to see his face. His left cheek had a big white patch on it - a compress. There was a thin line in the middle with red specks of blood. When you asked him what had happened, he had dismissed you, saying it had been an accident he didn't want to talk about. The next time, you saw the wound. It was three scratches all neatly lined up, like claw marks. It was then you had your first suspicion, the middle one deeper then the other two, the skin around it a deep purple.

After that visit, he came in again, this time, the upper and lower scratch were healed completely, the middle one still deep and purple, as if it couldn't heal. That's when you knew. You knew what he had been doing, why he had been away, why he had been injured. You had asked him to come to the staff bathroom, getting an idea. You had confronted him, he had brushed it off, yet still he let you cut around the edges, widening the wound and, effectively, overwriting the original one. The wound had healed in a few weeks, only leaving behind the nasty scar on his cheek.

In month 6 of him staying with you, he was finally able to afford his own Appartment so he started scouting. You helped him, of course, You taught him how to use the library computers, so he could scout more effectively, he actually understood it really fast. A smart man, he was. The landline phone, he had figured out within a few weeks of you introducing it to him and he called the monestary every weekend. You liked to listen. He would be a good father, you decided, when you heard him talk with the kids, reassuring them he didn't forget them and that he would stop by from time to time.

He held his word, always arriving to any of their birthdays with a personalized gift. You were happy to be able to accompany him. Some of the nuns were a bit suspicious first, thinking you might have taken advantage of Alexander, but they were quick to trust you and your words - you did love him, but you'd never try to take advantage of him - even though that wasn't something that they needed to know.

Alexander had found the Appartment he wanted to live in during month 8. He was happy, you were not. You offered him to stay for longer, so that he could pay the bills as well - which was something he had totally forgotten about. He lost the Appartment and you felt guilty.

But when winter rolled around again, seeing him in that long-sleeve neck Pullover, paired with thick, dark grey jeans with a fashionable belt and a silver cross necklace, you nearly forgot to breathe, or that you had been feeling guilty. After the incident with the Appartment, things had started to change. You noticed he looked at you fondly, for longer than normal, he smiled whenever you did something - if it was a greeting, rambling, making food - you had noticed he was a way better cook and picked up habits of you - humming along to your music or just watching a show. It seemed weird. Whenever asked, he would just say that he was happy you had been the one to take him in.

On his birthday, you had taken him out to a more expensive restaurant, treating him to something you called "culture cruise". You introduced him to proper Italian traditions that he had missed out on in the orphanage, traditional food that wasn't served there, you showed him a cinema and he was blown away by the movie, not being able to believe it. He had missed out on so much, leading such a humble, yet dangerous, life, that you were more than adamant about giving him a life he deserves. A life full of care, gratefulness, and, if possible, love.

He had liked his birthday, even though, in the end, he admitted, that it would have been enough to spent it with you - but that he was thankful you wanted to show him your world. You asked him to show you his, and, even though he dismissed it now, he would show you later on. After getting home, there was something weird. Between you two, of course, not in your house. You both wanted to retiree for the night, but again, both of you lingered in the living room near the stairs up to your room and down to his. "I'm glad you liked today, I was a bit worried", you admitted out of the blue. He scratched his neck, his muscles showing under the thin pullover. You questioned how he wasn't cold.

He was quiet a bit, before speaking up. "I... I loved this glimpse into your world. It was educating and it meant a lot to you, so I.. You mean a lot to me and so does your world. So I thank you dearly for taking me along, sunshine." You smiled again, wider this time, liking the nickname maybe a little too much. After that it took a few more moments of silence, for both of you to say your goodbyes and go to sleep. You, however, were unable to, thinking about the way he was treating you, how much he cared about you and your world. He really was a gentleman, if you were sure about him feeling similarly about you, the way you felt about him, then you would be glad to, maybe, someday, call him your husband.

Your first kiss came the next day. It wasn't your first overall, but it was the first with him. Maybe it had been the music and jokefully romantically made dinner - you genuinely just wanted to recreate the ambiance of the restaurant, there was never an intention to make it feel so appealing. But joking around with him, about some of the older, black and white movies and the more recent coloured ones, him joking with you there was a moment of you playfully leaning into his side, lamenting over something random, like the candles, while he calmly, in an equal joking matter grabbed your arm softly. You shot up to kiss him on the cheek, something he, apparently, also felt like doing.

It had taken not even a second, before you pulled back, apologizing profusely, you face flushed - as was his. He smiled, saying it was no matter. You sat down to eat, face fixed in the food. He stood there for a moment longer, before he asked, bashfully: "Would you like to do it again?" You looked up, his gaze locked onto you, as if he felt no shame. Why would he, you thought. It was a mistake, nothing more. But why did he offer? Did he.. were your suspicions really correct? He didn't move, standing there. The offer he had just given you hang heavy in the air, debating whether to act on it or not.

You chair creaked when you pushed it back a bit. "Would you like to do it again?" Alexander's face turned a deeper red than before. He was quiet, before admitting a small "yes". It was then that you stood up and closed in on him.

"Then, I would like one as well"

The second kiss was really worth it. It was long, gentle and loving. It felt warm, comforting - it felt good. On a completely unrelated note, the food was delicious as well. You just loved eating this dish - especially with Alexander in front of you, the kiss and it's implications - even though it was less of an implication and more of a flashy Broadway Sign, after all, a kiss - no, technically two - seemed like a very exclusive thing that two people wouldn't do if they just were friends, unprompted by any dare.

Long story short, after dinner, there was a deep talk and you both decided to try. And try you did. It worked out fine, the only thing that really changed was the few kisses, the cuddle-sessions and the trips - now dates - to town. It wasn't really a secret, but it also wasn't really public. It's that weird in between-thing, where you knew, but you just weren't quite ready to tell everyone - but showing wasn't really a problem. Alexander had the habit to keep you close - it was a habit he had picked up one or two months after being at your home, but now, he just seemed to be more open about it, actively seeking you out. This day, it had been particularly bad and after getting home, you had asked him about it. He seemed taken aback.

"I'm Sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to, I'll keep it in mind next time"

You sighed. "No, no, Alex, that's not- that's not what I meant. I was simply curious on why you did it, I apologize if it came over wrong"

Alexander looked at you for a few seconds, contemplating if he should tell you. Then: "I am scared"

You could tell he wasa bit uncomfortable, but you couldn't just leave it here. You took him by the hand, setting him down on the couch and sitting next to him, your own hand in his. "If you want to, you can tell me. I'm here for you." Alexander seemed torn, it was the first time you had seen him this conflicted, this... This pained.

"London was last year.", He started and stopped right after. It clicked into place for you, but you wanted him to go on. You squeezed his hand reassuringly, lightly stroking your thumb over his hand in yours, a smile on your lips, as you silently told him to take his time. "It was... I mean you read about it, of course, but... I was there. It was horrible and I- I lost more friends than just one." Oh, that was something you actually hadn't thought about, but it made sense. "One was my student. Her name was Yumiko and she was great. Heinkel nearly lost their life as well - a lot of the division died, nearly all, even though I told them to stay back. I lost so many friends, when I tried to save them all"

He took his hand away then, covering his eyes with his hands and bending forward, hiding his face. Your smile dropped. He didn't loose one person, he didn't loose a few. He lost everyone. You got down on your knees, sliding between his legs and taking his hands away gently. He wasn't crying, not yet anyways - but his eyes were shining bright with the promise of salty water spilling over any second. "Were you scared to loose me too?" He nooded then. You got up from this position, pulling him into a hug. " You won't, Alexander. That life is beyond you now, it's behind us both. We are here together, we are here, Alex. We are alive." You pressed his hand to you heart. "We are both alive."

That day was one you never forgot. Alexander Anderson, previously a priest and in charge of an orphanage, as well as something with the occult, member of a division you had never heard of, was traumatized. He had been vulnerable with you, around you. He had shared his pain and you had accepted it, accepted him and all the implications and complications that came with it. How could he ever hope to find someone better? He didn't, and he never would, because you, he was convinced, were the best choice he could ever make.

When one year had run by, you realized he had never slept in the same bed as you. Not even when one of you fell asleep on the couch, he would always be gone and in bed instead. So today, you tried to get him to sleep with you - not in a sexual sense, by God, only sleeping next to each other, maybe (hopefully) cuddling. That was the day you realized no one had cover taught this man anything about relationships or explained That, when the bible quoted "thou shall not lie with a woman, if thy art not married", or whatever the actual quote said, it didn't mean sleeping in the same bed, but sleeping together.

So that was a conversation you needed to have, and, in retrospect, it was fairly funny, but back then, it was undeniably weird to be the one to give a grown man, which you were together with, sex education. That didn't seem like your job, but now you stood here, and he stood there, and that was the situation you were in. "So uh, the Bible doesn't really mean sleep, Alexander. It means sex." He had heard that word uttered in disgust and disdain by the nuns that had raised him, heard more about this being an act of either love or lust between a man and a woman. He never knew that was what the line meant, nor did he know what sex actually was.

So he disclosed it all to you. You shook your head, in denial that any institute for raising and educating children would stop at sex and don't even mention it to them. What if they would have gone and discovered it on their own, maybe way too young or having to deal with the consequences alone? "Well, traditionally speaking, in most cultures and religions sex is between a man and a woman, but not exclusive. Men can do it with men and women with women. In a traditional sense it's something very intimate, something you do with one you trust fully. Someone you love, if we keep it extremely Christian."

Alexander nodded, seemingly soaking up everything you were saying. "So uhm, do you know the difference between make and female anatomy" "I raised children" point taken, stupid question. "Okay so, Sex is when you put your uh-" god this was more embarrassing than showing and recommending someone erotica and explaining in detail how exactly it was interesting. "So you put your penis into the vagina of the woman and just... Go." "Just go?" "Just... Just go, yes." "How does it work between the others?" Oh lord, have mercy. "So between a man and a man, it just goes in the ass, or they get themselves off with hands or mouths, which is similar in that case with women. There are also specific toys that help."

Alexander seemed a bit puzzled, but the red taint on his cheeks made you realize, he was also embarrassed about this, even though you were sure you were way more red - your head was steaming and cooking your brain. At least that's what it felt like. "But what do you mean with just go?" You just wanted for a portal to hell to open up. At this point, burning you skin off in an eternal hellfire seemed more acceptable than this. "Just go. Like... In and out" "Like when you need to fill a tire of a bike with air?" "Yes. Absolutely. Like a piston, in some ways. Obviously that's not all there is to it, but that is essentially how it works. Have you never tried to uhm- do it yourself?"

You had never seen him so flustered. "No! That was forbidden, seen as a sin!" "Hey, there's genuinely nothing wrong with it. It's actually quite healthy. You're not part of the Church anymore, you don't need to abide to their beliefs." He seemed to stop. Like he was a computer that just shut down because you opened three tabs on the browser and caused a Microsoft error. He had never thought about that before, you realized. It's just been a year away from the church, the place that raised him, homed him, gave him an occupation - of course everything was still indoctrinated in him. How could you expect something else?

You went to bed seperately.

The next day was still a bit awkward, but by the second day everything returned to normal. He even decided to actually do sleep in your bed with you - only after about a month of consideration. You were happy, however. If he was comfortable, then you were too. Alexander had become the thing you thought your life revolved around. When you went out to go shopping, you immediately looked if you could bring him something from your trip. When you were cooking, you thought about how he would cook it, or how he would like it. And when you were cuddling, you thought about the way he was warm, that he was alive, alive with you. Days passed like this, weeks, months even.

"Sunshine?" You hummed positively, looking up from your book. He had been reading one of his own, a recommendation from you. "I was curious." You hummed again, putting your mark in you book and closing it. "I don't know if it's an approprita question." "Shoot your shot, dear." He seemed to think for a second. "I have been thinking about something you said." You grew a bit impatient. "When?" "I don't know, a few months ago. You said I wasn't part of the church anymore and thus do not need to abide their rules" "Dear, whatever you want to ask, just ask. I won't crucify you. And the church won't either."

He closed his book as well, scratching his beard stubble. "Maybe we could try it out?" Before you could ask what he meant, he elaborated, realizing he hadn't said what. "Sex, I mean. Apologies if I'm overstepping-" You nearly choked on your own spit. What. The. Hell. What had you done to this man? He had been so shy, so embarrassed about it, and now, he sat there in front of you, asking you such a question. You mean, damn. If that isn't some quick character development. If you were serious though, you had thought about it as well. Of course, you didn't want to bring it up, as not to pressure him. So this, was perfect.

"Sure, let's go." He was taken aback slightly by the way you stood up, starting to walk to the stairs. "Why go?" "To the bedroom, dear. Yours or mine?" He stood up as well, stopping next to you. "Yours." You sat him down on the bed. "I suppose you don't know more than I told you?" He shook his head. "Don't worry, I will take the lead." "You did this before?" "Yeah, but never like this." "In charge?" "That. And with someone I love."

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You took his hands and let them rest on your waist, as you settled on his lap, going for a kiss. You pushed yourself close, shamelessly resting on his crotch. You pulled away, taking one of his big, calloused hands and sliding it up, to rest next to your breast. "You can touch me, you know." He seemed hesitant, but you went in for another kiss, keeping his mouth open this time, your tongue brushing his, animating him to participation. He was eager to follow your lead. His hand slipped to your back instead, holding you close. You pushed back again, leaving him some room.

Your thumb pressed on his scar, the slightly elevated, jagged surface soft and yet hard beneath your fingers. You pushed your hand under his jaw, pushing his head back and starting to kiss along his neck, his throat releasing a loud, shuddering breath, as the hand that had pushed his head back slowly trailed down his throat, cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin, fingers barely touching him. Your other hand guided his hand on your breast, squishing it in his large hand. His other hand, still on your waist, gripped you harshly, it brought a slightly hurtful feeling up in you, but it made you feel secure.

You pulled back, Alexander finally finding the courage to explore your body, his head snapping back almost immediately, eyes fixating on yours. His gorgeous green eyes glowing behind his glasses. You slowly reached up, but he stopped you before you could take them off. "No. I don't-" "Okay" and just like that he was back to roaming your body, enjoying as your hands slid over his. A few moments later you sat up on your knees, pulling off your shirt. Alexander seemed a bit flustered at first, but got over it fairly quickly.

You kissed him again, your body shifting a bit, pressing close again, his hand trapped between you bodies, as he leaned back, other hand supporting his weight. You stood up, pulling him with you as well. You discarded all of your clothes, watching him do the same. It was mesmerizing how a small bit of his torso showed when he lifted his arms up, pulling his own shirt over his head. The muscles in his arms flexed slightly, his shirt falling to the ground next to him. Scars were all over his body, the cross of the silver nacklace resting where his collarbone was, a cross tattooed onto his skin with the words "yes jesus" in it. You recalled seeing said design on his gloves when he was still a priest. His trousers were the next to go it was the first time Alexander's head was actually lower than yours.

He sat down on the bed again, back resting against the headboard. You did the same you did before - sitting in his lap. Just, this time, you could feel whenever the muscles in his leg twitched when you bit down or kissed or sucked in a particular way, felt how he tensed and relaxed when you shifted your body. It was captivating, the expression he made. His eyes were on you, the entire time he was focused on you, nothing else. His hands never left you, pulling you close. He was breathing loud, not quite panting, but close enough. And then, when you actually felt him, you realized a grave mistake. You couldn't show him, because you didn't expect this and had no condoms, and no pill, and he definitely had neither either.

"Alex, dear" he hummed. "We can't do it quite the way you want it yet, but we can do it differently." Before he could ask why, you continued. "We don't have protection. I'll go out and buy some, but not right now. I can show you other ways." The Catholic was silent, before a breathless "yes" left his lips. You kissed him again, sucking on his lower lip, before pulling back and spitting in your hand. "It's not the best, sorry" he wanted to reply, but when your hand ghosted over the head of his cock, before you slick hand closed around it pushed him into a whole new sensation. It was weird, to be touched there by someone else. But not unwelcome.

He grasped at your hips, pushing you down and towards him a bit, your entrance brushing his slightly elevated thigh. He pulled you into another kiss, breaths mixing with each other as both of you tried to breathe through your noses, Oxygen soon running out despite your best efforts. You pushed back a bit, getting into a more comfortable position. Your hand gabbed him a bit harder, a loud moan being your response. You slowly started pumping up and down in a slow pace with no constant rythm. Sometimes it was all the way to the head, sometimes only a short, cut off up and down shifting.

You twisted your hand, lifting a few fingers and adding them again from time to time. Alexander's Head rested against the wall, his mouth opened, sounds leaving his vocal chords in low hums or gasps, vulnerable sound that he trusted you with. You hummed as well, seeing one of his hands grabbing the sheet, crumbling them. You wouldn't be surprised if he ripped them. The other was still bruising your hip, a thrum of slight pain shoot up, a thrum of the love he shared for you. You hummed, your hips pushing themselves forwards on his thigh to gain some friction, a movement immediately stopped by you.

This wasn't about you. This was about him. A moan escaped your lips. "Alexander-" You felt him twitch when you changed the pressure, tighenting and loosening your grip in random intervals. He moaned, trying to hold your stare, while his hand wanted to fall back. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing loud, chopped and fast. You never knew what a sight you missed out on and he never on what kind of pleasure. This Sight, you were sure, was one you'd never be able to forget, if he would leave you know... You're done for. But the way , he looked into your eyes, torso jolting forwards whenever electric signals went through his muscles, he was in just the same situation.

"Sunshine-" You knew he was close, when you felt the sticky liquid leaking onto your fingers and when he involuntarily started thrusting his hips up in a jerking motion, as if his body told him what to do and he had no choice but to comply. When he did tip over the edge, you had the feeling as if he was about to crush your hip and hand, but if this is how you lost them, it'd be worth it. The way he calmed down, his chest rising and falling abruptly, noticeably slowing down as you removed your hand, watching as the white-ish colour leaked out, gathering and spilling over the edge, cascading down as if it was a water fountain without pressure.

You smiled patiently, warmly, even though you yourself were extremely desperate. You waited until he came back to you, finally leaving this state of pure bliss. His head was flushed red, the red spreading down his neck and disappearing into his shoulders, but he slowly regained his colour. "Dear lord in heaven...", he breathed, gaping air in as much as he could, "what have you done to me?" You chuckled and smiled, "Just falling in love, my dear. Just falling in love." Alexander laughed at that, his hand on your hip grabbing your waist an coupling you back in, lips meeting again. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a witch that out a spell on me" You grinned, raising your hand before his eyes and wriggling your fingers. With a darker, goofy voice you ominously proclaimed: "I put a spell on you~~"

He kissed you again, his smile clear as day. You pulled back and whispered: "and now you're mine" Again, he smiled and you noticed his glasses were slightly tilted, so you took them off, driving your fingers through his hair, which was now a bit longer then when he came to you, and you put them back on. "How did you feel, Alexander, dear?" "Really good... Does it... Feel the same for you?" You hummed positively, his eyes flickering down to his thigh between your legs, he noticed your legs were a tad bit closer than before, the way your height shifted backwards, as if trying to get more and yet less touch at the same time.

"Can I help you? Can you guide me?" "You really don't need to, Alexander. We can take it slow." "What if I want to?" You breathed in. Okay. So you were doing this. You smiled again, and took his hand in yours, guiding it towards yourself. "Take it slow, Alexander, there is no need to rush, okay?" He nodded, following your lead. You leaned back a bit, your hand letting go of his and one of your fingers slightly disappearing into yourself. "This is where you need to go" you took the hand you had just left and pulled him towards you, as he started to lean forwards to meet you halfway. You took the finger out, Alexander noting that it was wet. He thought he had just imagined that his thigh had gotten wet, but now he knew he hadn't.

He was taken aback when he felt just exactly how wet you were, his index finger sliding in easily, nearly being sucked in. You hummed. "Now just-" "go?", He smiled at you and you let out a laugh through your nose at the throwback. "Just go." And go he did. He was careful at first, his finger staying straight as he only pulled out a small amount and filling back in, finger not even buried to the hilt. There wasn't anything building just yet, your desire for something being satisfied. "You can experiment, Alex, I'm not gonna break", you smiled, your hand resting on the one he held himself up with. That was when his finger started moving, exploring. He seemed to massage you from the inside, finally eager to know every single twist and turn.

His finger alone brushed the spongey end you knew so well and, oh did you wonder what he would be able to do if he was more experienced. You hummed and he curled his finger a bit, your hips jerking up again. You looked at Alexander, his green eyes glimmering, as you found them still looking at you - your face. You moaned at that, your hand reaching down and pulling his hand even closer. His movements slowed, before he pulled his finger nearly completely out, as a delicious, slow stretch made itself prominent and you realized, that he just added another finger. You let his hand go, focusing again on keeping yourself sitting.

He had an irregular pace, the harshness and actual pace of his thrusts being vastly different from each other - he learned. From nothing but the things you did to him. His hand was huge compared to yours, fingers wide and calloused. So when he pressed back into the spongey end, his fingers playing around with it, his hand brushed your clit and you jolted like you had just experienced an electric shock, a loud gasp escaping you as well - you hadn't expected this. He stopped dead in his ministrations, studying you for a minute. Your face was flushed, you were leaned back onto your hands, eyes nearly closed, but not quite, focusing on his own.

He looked down, lifted his hand away and did the same as before, with the pressure of his hand on your clit - as he got not even a similar reaction he pressed his hand down on you again, and another jolt ran through your body. Alexander smiled and you knew you were in for it now. He took your shoulder and gently pushed you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs. His hand raised from the bundle of nerves and his other hand sneaked there instead, finger pressing and exploring exactly where it was, eyes never leaving yours. And when he found it, oh dear lord in heaven, you prayed he'd have some mercy left for you.

With the combined experimenting thrusts and moving of his fingers you were quick to grasp his shoulders, squeezing and pulling, your high approaching. You body shivered, as you called his name, fluids spilling onto his hand, as you hands gripped harder and your head fell back, breath quick but steadily slowing down. Alexander didn't look away. He sat there, a bit confused on what to do with his hand, so he just... Held it over his lap. Your juice dropping onto his bare legs. You shifted into a sitting position and gave him a smile, before noticing how lost he looked. You didn't waste time to hurry and get some tissues to wipe himself - and your hand clean with.

ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ

After you pushed him to the shower, both of you opting to just do so together, because, why would you care now about nakedness of all times? You both got dressed, before you changed the sheets and, even though he offered to help, you ordered him to just wait a few minutes. He did. Then you gestured for him to sit on the bed with you. "So, That's what it feels like." "Everytime?" You shook your head. "Not everytime without exception. It might be more or less intense or satisfying." He seemed to hesitate to ask you the next question, but you just answered it before he could ask: "I am very satisfied, Alexander"

He smiled and took your hand, standing up and pulling you to your feet. "Let's get some snacks", he offered, giving you a kiss. You smiled as well, giving him a peck on his cheek. "Yep, let's go!"

[fallen-angel-92]

Rated: M

Warnings: Swearing

Summary:

Twins. Children created from her blood and the blood of a creature that was only legend. Avia Harker must now begin an arduous journey to protect her children from dark forces, but her heart as well, least she fall prey for a being that once insnaired her grandmother.

“Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.” - Sun Tzu

“Why are you sitting outside?” A blue eyed girl asked with a hint of curiosity. 

“Does it matter? I like sitting outside where the moon is shining brightly,” she replied, her brown eyes staring up at the full moon.

“Avia Harker! It's time to go home!” Her father called out, causing her to stand up from where she was sitting. Her long black hair danced behind her as she turned to the blonde haired girl, speaking,

“It's nice to meet you, Integra Hellsing. I hope we can one day be friends.”

“Is this it?” A female asked from behind her, causing her to turn to face the red haired nun, her bright green eyes looking up at the rundown building that was in front of them.

“Yes, Sister Nora. This is where the feeling is coming from.” Avia replied back softly as she returned her attention to the building.

Avia approached the termite infested door, gripping the edge of the crooked door and shoved it to the side. As she entered, she took note of how decrepit the building was, but she pressed on ignoring the roaches and rodents that ran across the floor.

“May God have mercy on those that remain here,” Nora softly prayed as they approached a door that seemed like it was a simple wooden one, however, there was some type of hey card that was near the door. 

 Letting out a soft huff as she reached out gripping the door knob before applying a bit of force causing the door to break open. Avia let out a hum as she muttered out,” What a pathetic door.”

Once the door was out of the way the two women entered the door and proceeded down the stairs. As they got to the bottom of the stairs they came into a long decrepit hallway, slowly they made their way down it, each one of them glanced at the decrepit rooms they passed. Upon their arrival at the room at the very back of the hallway, Avia instantly noticed that the door was already adjar.

“Prepare yourself, Sister Nora. We may have some uninvited guest going to crash the party,” Avia said as he glanced over at the red haired nun.

“I'll follow you, Mrs. Harker,” Nora replied with a small grin.

With a slight smirk, Avia reached down to where her Eveningstar, a white bullwhip enchanted with her family's old magic, rested within its holder that sat upon her right hip. Slowly, she opened the door, revealing a large laboratory-like area, however, it appeared to have been ransacked in some type of battle. As the two women moved further into the room the two women looked around until Avia noticed two crib-like beds that were near the back of the laboratory, slowly she approached them with her hand still on the handle of her whip. 

Avia's eyes widened slightly at the sight of two small babies that appeared to be sleeping serenely. Avia removed her hand from her whip, gently placing her hand near the noses of the babies, letting out a soft huff when she felt their breath on her fingers. She reached up to the long scarf that was curled around her neck, she removed it and managed to make two makeshift holders for the babies. Gently, she picked up one baby at a time, placing them into her scarf, and as soon as they were secure, Avia turned to face Nora, who was flipping through files. As she approached Nora, she asked softly,

“Find anything on these precious ones?” Nora glanced at her as she replied back with a hint of worry,” These two littles ones appear to have been experiments.”

Avia frowned as she replied back seriously,” What type of experiments?”

“From what I could see they were meant to be used as weapons against some type of strong foe,” Nora shook her head as she continued,” None of these documents specify what type of foe or even a name for it. Though these two appear to be Dhampires.”

Avia instantly noticed a slight hesitation in Nora’s speech,” What's wrong?”

“They… are your children, Ms. Harker. They somehow managed to obtain your blood and used it to help create these children. I believe it is due to your Harker bloodline that they chose you.”

“Fucking bastards. Just because I share blood with that damn woman,” Avia gritted her teeth as she took a breath in and released it,” Doesn't matter now. Let's take all the documents relating to this matter. Then we will fucking blow this damn building to hell.”

Nora nodded her head as she quickly began gathering the files while Avia began to walk back out the way they came. Once she exited the building, she looked up at the full moon and then down at her children allowing a small smile to appear on her lips.

“What will you name them?” Nora asked as she walked up next to her as she handed Avia a controller.

Avia let out a soft hum, as they walked a bit away before she replied back with a slight smile,” I'll name them Micheal and Melania Harker.”

“Those are wonderful names. I'm sure Akagi and Kaga will be excited to have a new brother and sister to protect,” Nora replied with a soft smile as they began to walk away.

As they did so Avia raised the controller and pressed the button causing a large explosion to go off behind them. As the building burned behind them, Avia glanced over at Nora as she spoke once more,” Let's see if there has been any word of increased attacks anywhere in the world. Be it a vampire or other supernatural entities.”

“I would assume we should look more into the vampiric realm since the children are Dhampires,” Nora replied with a hum causing Avia to chuckle,

“Let us see what we can come up with and if worst comes to worst I'll give my dear friend a call.”

“Oh? A call to Mrs. Hellsing? That should be interesting,” Nora said, her eyes gleaming with interest.

“I would rather call her than have you go and deal with Iscariot,” Avia teasingly replied, causing Nora to make a face.

“Yes I would rather not deal with them if I can help. Especially since he still resides with that disgusting organization,” Nora replied as her face turned into one of a pained one.

Avia was silent for a moment, until they came to a large black truck and she reached down, taking out her keys from her pocket. She tossed them to Nora as she spoke again,” Let us return. Hopefully you won't have to see that man again.”

Nora gave Avia a smile as she managed to get into the truck while being mindful of her children. As soon as Nora got in the women left the area and began to return to their home where their fates will soon become intertwined with England.

(Thank you for reading! This is my first Hellsing fic I have written in a while so I hope you all enjoy it!)

[vermillionsappho]

Bathroom | Abby Anderson x Y/N

Bathroom- Model!Reader x Billionaire!Abby Anderson

“She said, ‘Forget all the slow dancing

Baby, I could take it to the bathroom’”

-After being invited to a gala by a famous actor, you run into business mogul and billionaire, Abby Anderson, who after a passionate interaction, you just can’t get her off your mind.

3.5k words | Porn with plot

Content Warning: SMUT, cursing, explicit content, scissoring, strap on sex (r!receiving), Abby's strap is referred to as her cock, fingering (r!receiving), top!Abby, bottom!reader, a hint of dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, Abby’s a bit elusive lol, a little bit of weirdness/weird behavior towards the reader from men, a little bit of violence, Abby is serious asf lowkey, lmk if I left anything out!

Kinda proofread but like, not really lol

“Y/N! Y/N, who’re you wearing tonight? You look flawless!” A voice calls out as you step onto the steps, your arm hooked onto Alexander Watson’s, a famous blockbuster movie star. He’s been trying to get into your pants a little over a month now, but you finally gave in after he personally invited you to be his date at the event of the year: a gala hosted by some billionaire. Your publicist, Dina, thought it would look good to be seen at such a high-profile event, so you went ahead and humored both her and Alexander.

“It's vintage, hon. From the archives!” You say with a wink, pushing through more crowds of photographers and journalists to get to the entrance.

“Have you met the guy who hosts the gala’s each year?” Another voice calls out and you look at her politely before smiling.

“No, I have not, in fact this is my first year in attendance; but I do hope I have the chance to chat with him!” You say, before Alexander lightly tugs on your arm, leading you towards the entrance.

“Prepare yourself to be amazed.” Alexander leans in and whispers as the doors open and you can’t help the little sigh of wonder that escapes your lips when you step inside.

Outside, the mansion looks huge, but inside the mansion is enormous. White, gold, and marble line the entire mansion. Framed photos and art impeccably decorate the walls, and the long and dimly lit hallways seem to stretch on for forever.

“This is…unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, Jesus Christ, how much money does this guy have?” You whisper and Alexander chuckles.

“Pfft, wish I knew. No one knows anything about the guy, he somehow manages to stay anonymous, and I don’t know how, and I can’t figure out who he is.” Alexander says, taking a flute of champagne off a tray as a waiter walks by, passing it to you, which you accept gracefully.

You take a sip, savoring the tangy, but bitter flavor. You softly smile at him, a hint of mischief twinkling in your eyes.

“I have a little game…” You say and Alexander shoots you a dazzling smile.

“Sounds dangerous, I’m in.” He says and you slowly take another sip of your champagne before putting it on another tray.

“I bet I can figure out who he is by the end of the night.” You say cheekily and he shakes his head with a scoff.

“No way, I’ve been coming to his galas for three years in a row and I haven’t figured it out yet, there’s no way you can.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“I bet I can though.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders, and he cocks his head like he’s thinking.

“Okay, deal. If you figure out who he is by the end of the night…I’ll personally buy you a first-class ticket to Italy, free of charge. But if I win…you have to come back with me when the night ends.” He says with a smirk, one that slightly makes you uncomfortable, but you shake it off.

“Fine, deal.” You say before strutting off. 

You wander the mansion mindlessly, watching the other people with focused eyes. You try to guess based on posture, height, energy, and expressions who the mystery man could possibly be, but you’re stumped.

“Are you lost?” A feminine, but smooth and raspy voice calls out and you whip around, startled out of your concentration.

In front of you stands a tall and gorgeous woman; dressed in a fitting, black, expensive suit. Her muscles somehow ripple even in the suit, and there’s a glimmering watch on her wrist. She’s handsome and beautiful all at once, as her long, beautiful hair falls over the side of her face. Suddenly, you feel shy and subconscious.

“Oh God, you scared me! And no, I’m not lost…I’m looking for someone.” You say quietly and she smiles at you, before chuckling.

The sound sends shivers up your spine a little bit.

“Who are you looking for? I guarantee you I know them.” She says, placing her hands in her pockets and you giggle.

“What makes you so sure that you know who I’m looking for?” You ask, lips curling into a bashful smile.

“Because I know everything.” She says, walking closer, her face confident and your breath hitches.

“What, like you’re God?” You say, teasingly and she snorts.

“I’m better than God.” She says with a shrug of her shoulders, and you look up at her.

“And what’s your name, woman who claims she’s better than God?” You ask with a small grin, and she puts her hand out, veins running up and down her strong hands.

“I’m Abby Anderson.” She says simply, and you wonder who she is outside of her vague introduction.

“So, what do you do, Mrs. Anderson, to put you in the same breathing space as all these rich and famous assholes?” You inquire and she laughs.

“Hmmm, that’s a secret.” She says with a playful smile, and you pout.

“You’re ruining my fun…” You say with a playful whine, and she leans against the wall with a chuckle, crossing her arms.

“How so?” She smiles and you slightly lean over the railing before looking back at her.

“I bet my date that I could figure out who’s the host of the gala; If I win, he’s gonna fly me to Italy…first class trip.” You say with a little smile, bringing your nail to your lips.

Abby flashes a sideways grin, pushing herself off the wall to walk behind you, lips close to your ear, her body hovering over yours.

“First class, where’s his imagination?” She whispers and your breath catches in your throat.

“What would you do, then? If I guessed correctly?” You say, not making eye contact with her.

“Private jet to Italy…then to Paris, and then Spain, and wherever else in the world you haven’t been.” Her voice is lowered, almost seductively and your head subconsciously cocks to the side.

“You could make that happen?” You ask, breathlessly, and her hands move to your waist, slowly turning you to face her, your face only inches apart.

“I can make anything happen…just say the word,” She whispers and your lips slightly part. “So who is it? Who’s your guess? Make me proud and you’ll get your trip and more.” Her nose bumps against yours and you tilt your head up, to look her in her eyes.

“Not a single man had the allure I was looking for.” You confess against her lips, and she chuckles.

“Hmmm, no one?” She hums teasingly and your eyes widen at her tone.

“Because he’s not a man, right? He’s you…” You say in amazement, and she throws her head back in laughter.

“Winner, winner…” She says before finally pressing your lips together.

You gasp into the kiss, and she takes the opportunity to run her tongue against yours, making you whimper softly. Abby presses you against the railing, wrapping your thigh around her waist.

“Abby,” You moan softly at her tight grip, and she kisses down the expanse of your neck before lightly biting and sucking.

“God, you’re exquisite…I should fuck you right here.” She groans into your neck, and you moan out loud at the idea.

“Yeah? Would you like that? If I fucked you in front of all these people? All these people that've been staring at you since you walked in here?” She growls in your ear and you’re about to whimper out a response when a voice calls out from the staircase.

“There’s um…you have an audience.” You’re instantly broken out of your lust-driven haze, turning around as you notice small chatter coming from below you.

There’s a small crowd of mostly men, watching with excited and scandalized expressions and you gasp, horrified.

“Oh, fuck, this is bad. I’m sorry, Abby, I need to go handle something downstairs.” You apologize, quickly running down the steps, embarrassed.

Your face is red as you push past a few people, sighing as you finally make contact with Alexander.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me-” You say, shaking my head and Alexander laughs and scoffs.

“Have you lost your mind? I invite you to this gala out of the kindness of my heart and you go sneak off to make out with a bitch?” He sniffs and You step back, appalled.

“Excuse me? And you didn’t ask, you begged.” You snap, and he cracks his knuckles, chuckling.

“What, like you were begging upstairs to get fucked by that girl? If you wanted someone to fuck you, you could’ve asked nicely, and I would’ve given it to you. You know? ‘Cause I’m a man, and you’re a woman and that’s typically how fucking works.” He says, grabbing your wrist and yanking you towards him, despite you pulling back.

“Back the fuck off, Alexander!” You say, using your other hand to slap him, before stomping away.

Once you’re away from him and calm, you find yourself desperately needing to be in the comfort of Abby’s attentive gaze.

You seek out one of the many waiters and waitresses, smiling sweetly when you finally have the opportunity to pull them aside.

“Hi…would you happen to know who the host of the gala is?” You ask, and the girl meekly looks away.

“I do, but sh-they uh, make us sign NDA’s…so I can’t give out that kind of information.” She says with an awkward grin and you giggle before leaning in.

“I know that the host is a woman named Abby Anderson, it’s fine, we know each other. I just need a favor from you. Would you mind…letting her know that there’s a woman named Y/N waiting for her in the bathroom?” You ask sweetly, brightly smiling when she nods.

You take your time trying to find the bathroom, since there’s so many rooms and hallways, finally deciding on the closest bathroom.

After an excruciating twenty minutes, the door swings open revealing Abby, her sleeves rolled up and a smirk on her face.

“Is there a particular reason for you summoning me to the bathroom?” She asked, a teasing tone in her voice. You laugh, biting your lips as you sweep your hair back behind your bare shoulders.

“Hmmm no reason,” You whisper, approaching her slowly, running your hands up the front of her suit once you’re in front of her. “It’s just…I kept thinking about you leaning me over the stairs.” Your voice low and breathy and she moves her head to the crook of your neck, her breath fanning over it.

“You keep thinking about it? The thought of me bending you over and fucking you got you wet? Are you wet for me, baby?” She whispers and you whimper, eyes closed, head tilted back.

“Yes, I’m so wet, Abby please, I need you to fuck me.” You whimper and she chuckles in your ear.

“You don’t want to go back to the party and dance?” She asks, her voice sarcastic and you shake your head wildly.

“No, fuck the dancing, Abby, need you to fuck me right here, right now.” You whine and she steps back, shrugging her suit jacket off.

“Take your dress off, baby.” She demands, and you feel yourself growing wetter at her serious voice, letting your dress drop to the floor and stepping out of it. You stand in front of her, naked except for your lacy, black panties.

“Show me how wet you are.” She says, and your hand slides down your front, dipping into your underwear as you gather your wetness, groaning at your own touch.

Your wetness drips and glistens on your fingers and she breathes heavily at the sight.

“Fuck, baby, is that all for me?” She asks and you nod your head quickly.

“Yes, all for you, I’m so wet for you, Abby.” You whimper and she steps closer to you and drops to her knees, pulling your panties off.

“Jesus, you’re dripping all over the floor, babe.” She mutters, running her fingers over your soaking cunt. You wince and whimper at the feeling, your breath hitching when you feel puffs of her own breath against your heat.

She licks a stripe over your cunt, parting your folds with her fingers before licking you again.

“You're teasing me…” You gasp, back arching and she chuckles.

“Not teasing you, baby…just wanted a taste.” You can hear the smirk in her voice, and you’re thinking of something smart to say when you feel a wet finger prodding at your entrance.

“Mmph!” You gasp once her finger enters you, your back fully arching as you press yourself against the sink.

She starts off slow, her finger pressing into you slowly but expertly, before she enters another, your knees nearly buckling at the feeling.

“You’re so tight…” She mutters, twisting her fingers into you quicker and harder. You gasp out more moans, your face red with embarrassment and pleasure as your wetness squelches against her fingers.

She spits against your cunt before spreading and scissoring her fingers apart, stretching you out, and you’re so dizzy with desire, you nearly come from the feeling.

“Gotta get you ready for my cock…gonna take you to my room and fuck you so hard, everyone will hear you screaming my name.” She says, voice edging on a growl, and the growing pit in your stomach explodes.

“God, mmph! C-coming…I’m coming!” You whimper, breaths and moans escaping your mouth as you nearly scream at the pressure.

“Come on my face…come on baby.” She demands and you do exactly as she requests, coming all over her mouth, face, your wetness dripping down her neck.

You’re holding on to the sink for dear life, legs shaking as you come down.

Abby licks your orgasm off her lips, before wiping her mouth with her pocket square, gazing up at you.

“Put your dress back on, and head upstairs. My bedroom is the third room on the right…wait for me.” She whispers into your ear, and you nod, stepping back into your dress, and putting your heels on before exiting the bathroom, eagerly searching for her room.

Your legs are still weak as you speed walk down the hallway, nearly falling through the door when you get there. You collapse on the bed, your head cloudy with want as you eagerly await her arrival, stripping out of your dress so you can be ready for her.

The door creaks as it opens, and your head tilts to look over;

And there she is, unbuttoning her suit jacket and undershirt as she steps into the room, the door closing behind her.

She shrugs her jacket and shirt off, before unbuttoning her dress pants and stepping out of them as you watch her undress, her pace slow and excruciating.

She slowly walks over to her drawers, taking out the purple strap and harness before fixing it on her body.

You almost groan at the size of it.

You’re still laying against the bed, slightly sitting up to watch her as she climbs on top of the bed wordlessly, pulling your legs towards her and spreading them apart to reveal your soaking cunt.

“You’re still wet for me, baby? I got you this worked up?” She asks you and you whimper and nod your head before she smirks and shakes her head, reaching a hand up to grip your jaw.

“I need words…want you to tell me how much you need me to fuck you.” Abby demands and you moan at the request, nodding your head eagerly.

“Need you to fuck me…need you so bad, please Abby.” You beg, whimpering out and God, you’ve never been more turned on before in your life.

Abby chuckles at your desperate pleading, using a hand to spread your lips apart, the other holding her cock at your entrance.

“Such a pretty little pussy…” She mutters breathily and your breath hitches.

“Gonna ruin it.” She says finally, sheathing her cock into you, bottoming out immediately.

You instantly wail at the intrusion, your legs coming up against her waist as you hold on to her for dear life. You're whimpering softly, eyes rolling into the back of your head, and she hasn’t even fucked you yet.

She pulls out slowly, looking down at your cunt to see how it clenches and stretches out around her cock.

“Look at that,” She groans, as she slips out of you, and you look down, moaning at the view.

Abby rubs the tip of her cock into your wetness, before slamming into you again, her pace rough and brutal this time.

You scream at the intrusion, her cock pistoning in and out of you with no mercy, and you can’t stop the loud sounds from exiting your mouth as your back arches off the bed.

“AH! O-oh, oh god!” You moan out and she revels in the noises you're making, quickening her pace.

“So fucking tight, swear I can feel you clenching on my fucking cock.” She says through gritted teeth and her words make you clench even harder.

“Feels so good, Abby!” You shout, mouth slack as you throw your head back and she drives in you harder.

“Yeah? Feels good, baby? Bet your little boyfriend couldn’t make this pussy feel this good.” She grits out and you shake your head, whimpering uncontrollably.

“No one fucks you better than me? Tell me.” She says, leaning down next to your ear.

“No one fucks me better than you, Abby! Fuck me so good!” You gasp, babbling incomprehensibly and she laughs in your ear.

“Fucking you stupid, can’t even talk right.” She says meanly, hitting your spot with vigor, her strap rubbing against her clit as she fucks you hardly.

White hot pleasure shoots up your spine, and you can hardly think or talk.

“My stupid, pretty girl…gonna come for me?” She asks you, breath hitting your ear and you groan in response.

“Mmm, gonna come Abby, please don’t stop!” You moan and Abby leans up, pulling out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

“W-wha?” You whimper dumbly, as she removes the strap and harness, before removing her boxers. She lifts your leg over her shoulder, before placing her wet cunt over your own, and you gasp at the feeling.

“Gonna make you come, pretty girl, don’t worry.” She mutters, before rubbing your cunts together roughly and quickly, her skin pressing into your clit.

“Holy shit…” Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as your wet cunts press into each other hardly, the pressure nearly painful as you edge onto the precipice of your orgasm.

Abby grunts and moans with effort and pleasure, head thrown back as she feels her orgasm coming on, too.

“Gonna come all over this pretty pussy.” She moans out and you can’t hold back the scream of Abby’s name as her words send you over the edge, your orgasm rattling you.

The sight of your face scrunched up in pleasure, and the sound of her name so loud and breathy, coming off your lips brings on her orgasm and she gasps and groans as she comes on your cunt, your wetness mixing with hers.

“Oh, fuck!” She groans, the feeling and sight making her head hazy as she works you both through your orgasms before she collapses next to you on the bed.

Once your head clears, you turn to face her, chest still heaving as you trail a finger over her parted lips.

“So…” You trail off with a soft smile, and she wraps an arm around your waist before pulling your body closer to hers.

“You won your game.” She mutters with a grin, and you giggle, nosing into her neck.

“Right, means I deserve a prize other than two mind-blowing orgasms.” You say and she chuckles.

“I guess you deserve a trip to Italy…” She says, rolling her eyes playfully and you giggle again, leaning up to peck her lips.

Divider by @cafekitsune

Part 2, Y/N joins the mile high club otw to Italy?

Anyways, comment, like, and repost pleassseee if you enjoyed this. This was my first smut ever written or posted so I’m a little nervous about this, and clearly, I got a little unhinged but lmk if you liked this!

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Masterlist: Hellsing

💀 = Angst and/or Adult Themes 🌸 = Fluff 💌 = Personal Favourite 🔥 = Smut 🎵 = Song Fic / Contains Lyrics ✅ = Finished Series / ❌ = WIP/Hiatus 🔞 = Not suited for underaged readers

Each and every work has it's own detailed warnings listed.

A/N: Usually I only do character Masterlists, but this show has gotten a bit out of hand haha.

Masterlist: Alexander Anderson

Headcanons

[Read here] 💀 x gn! Reader | How likely is it to escape Yandere! Alucard, Anderson, Walter and The Captain?

[Read here] 💀 x gn! Reader | Who is worse to be stuck with? Yandere! Alucard, Anderson, Walter, Maxwell or The Captain?

[Read here]💀 x gn! Reader | What would happen if you try to escape Yandere! Alucard, Anderson, Walter, Maxwell or The Captain?

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | How would the Hellsing characters celebrate Halloween with you? [Part 2]

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | How would Alucard and Anderson propose?

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | What if Alucard and Anderson fell for an enemy?

[Read here] 💀 🌸 x gn! Reader | What -dere Types are Alucard, Anderson, the Captain and Maxwell?

[Read here] 🌸 x f! Reader | How would the Hellsing men react if their spouse wants to have a baby with them?

[Read here] 🔞🔥x gn! Reader | General NSFW Headcanons for Alucard.

[Read here]🔞🔥x gn! Reader I General NSFW-Headcanons for Maxwell.

[Read here] 🌸🔥x gn! Reader I Favourite body-parts of the Hellsing men.

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | What would the ideal date look like for the men of Hellsing, Iscariot and Millenium?

[Read here] 🌸x gn! Reader I How would Alucard and Anderson deal with a vampire that's helpful towards humans?

[Read here] 🌸💀 x gn! Reader I Alucard, Anderson, Walter and The Captain with an immortal Reader.

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | Alucard with a slightly unhinged Reader.

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | Alucard, Captain, Anderson, Major and Walter as fathers.

[Read here] 🔥x f! Reader I Seras and Integra walk in on Alucard and Reader during an intimate moment.

[Read here] 🌸💀 x gn! Reader I What were Alucard, Anderson, Walter, Maxwell and Pip's childhood with Reader like?

Oneshots & Drabbles

No One Loves You (Like I Do) 💀 Yandere! Maxwell x gn! Reader Drabble

Time Is A Thief 🔞🔥x f! vampire! Reader I Walter feels insecure about his advancing age.

Mea Culpa 💀 🔥x gn! Reader I You and Enrico have an unlabeled affair with each other...but sadly you're on Hellsing's side.

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>marvel<

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

>horror/thriller<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>games<

error 143

micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

that's not my neighbour 

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy), teutates taranis, abducius morail, yog sothoth

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>tv/movies/web-series<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

 there will be blood (2007)

eli sunday

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>will not do<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

> can/will do<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

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✨ Ashes Masterlist ✨

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Dash with nothing = wip

White titles = Coming Soon

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Avatar

Avatar/Legend of Korra

🔞 Tarlok x Avatar Reader -

🔞 Amon x Avatar Reader -

Across The Spiderverse

🔞🫂✨ Miguel O'Hara x Reader -

The Arcana

🫂 Valdemar x Reader - Kissing the Night Away

🫂🔞 Nadia x Reader - Let's Run Away Together

🔞 Julian x Reader - Bark Lil Doggie

🫂 Julian x Reader - Sunlit Bliss

✨ Vulgora x Reader - Dancing In The Moonlight

🫂✨ Asra x Reader - It's Been So Long

✨Lucio x Reader - My Brave Warrior

The Arcane

✨🫂 Silco x Partner In Crime Reader - Watch The World Burn

🔞 Silco x Nemesis Reader - Lovers Quarrel

🫂 Jinx x Reader - With You to The Very End

Baldurs Gate 3

🫂🔞 Astarion x Reader - I want to Help You Thrive

Black Butler

🔞 Sebastian x Claude - You Know You Can't Live Without Me

🔞 Sebastian x Reader - How About A Little Game Of Hide & Seek?

🔞 Claude x Reader - Heat Of The Moment

✨🔞 Undertaker x Zombie Reader - You are Mine

Castlevania

🫂✨🔞 Alucard x Reader- I Need You To Help Me Forget

🔞 Olrox x Reader - I Might Bite

Creepypasta

🔞 Candypop x Reader - Funtime Wonderland

🔞🫂 Jason the Toymaker x Reader - Be My Doll

🔞 Slenderman x Reader - Cat & Mouse

🔞✨ Jeff the Killer x Reader - I Like Wanting You

Demon Slayer

🫂✨ Uzui Tengen - To the Moon and Back

🔞 Muzan x Reader - Master's Prince/cess

🔞 Douma x Reader - Say That You Can Take It

🔞✨ Hangenki x Reader - Wife of My World

Detroit Becomes Human

🔞✨ Connor x Reader - Let's Break The Rules, Fuck It

🫂🔞 Ralph x Reader - Heated Hotspots

🫂🔞 Marcus x Connor - Nuts & Bolts

🔞✨ Marcus x Reader - Curiosity Killed The Cat

Diabolical Lovers

🔞 Reiji x Reader - Pets Are Meant To be Loyal

✨ Shuu x Reader - Come Cuddle

✨ Ayato x Reader - I Don't Like Sharing

🔞 Laito x Reader - Tastes Like Candy

Elnea Kingdom

Fnaf/Fnaf Security Breach

✨ Sundrop x Reader - Rose Colored Glasses

✨🔞 Moondrop x Reader - Kisses As Hot and Bright As The Stars

Genshin Impact

🔞 Kaeya x Reader - Midnight Lockdown

🔞 Zhongli x Reader -

🔞 Diluc x Reader - Drunken Promises

Gravity Falls (Mostly focused on Bill)

Harry Potter

🔞✨ Severus Snape x Reader - Can't Stop the Attraction

Hazbin Hotel

✨ Alastor x Reader - Just A Taste

🔞 Vox x Reader - Pay Your Dues

🔞 Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - Best Man Wins

🔞 Alastor x Reader x Vox - She Will Be Mine

Hellsing

🫂🔞 Alucard x Reader - The Blood You Shed

🫂✨ Integra x Reader - Come Lay With Me

🫂✨ Seras x Reader - I Feel Safe With You Around

🔞 Alucard x Alexander Anderson - Opportunities At Their Fullest

Helluva Boss

Hunter X Hunter

🔞 Illumi x Reader - Feeding the Wolf

🔞 Hisoka x Reader - A Taste of His Own Medicine

🔞 Hisoka x Reader x Illumi - Where Are You Going?~

🔞 Chrollo x Reader - A Loving Weapon of War

Jujutsu Kaisan

🔞 Gojo Satoru x Reader - A Heated Season To Remember

🔞 Geto Suguru x Reader - My Precious Pet

🔞 Gojo x Reader x Geto - She's Mine

🔞 Nanami x Reader - Boss's Orders

The Lorax

✨ Onceler x Reader - My Heart Sways For You

🔞 Greedler x Reader - You Owe Me

Mandela Catalog

🔞🫂 Gabriel x Reader - Good Enough to Eat

Mortal Kombat

🔞✨ Raiden x Reader - I Can't Get Enough of You

🔞 Kollector x Reader - I Want My Prize

🔞 Johnny Cage × Reader - Tell Me You're A Good Boy

✨ Baraka x Reader - Love Like No Other

Mystic Messenger

🔞 707 x Reader - Stalker's Obsession

🔞 Jumin Han x Reader - Pretty Little Kitty

🔞 Zen x Reader - Pretty Boy

My Hero Academia

🔞 Aizawa x Reader - Don't Make Me Put You In Your Place

Naruto Shippuden

✨ Itachi x Reader - Sun Kissed Smooches

🔞✨ Orochimaru x Reader - Worshipping His Greatness

✨ Sasuke x Reader - Shut Up Before I Make You

Obey Me

🔞 Lucifer x Reader - Pissing Him Off

🔞✨ Asmodeus x Reader - Sun Shine and Sun Lit Smiles

🔞 Leviathan x Reader - I Can't Wait Any Longer

🔞🫂 Simeon x Reader - I'll Sacrifice It All For You

Records of Ragnarok

🔞 Poseidon x Reader - Devotional Acts

Resident Evil

🔞 Leon Kennedy x Reader - Not The Best Time

🔞 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader (FEM) - A Loyal Pet Is A Good Pet

Rise of The Guardians

🔞 Pitch Black x Guardian Reader - I Could Be Convinced

SCP Foundation

🔞🫂 SCP 049 x Reader - Crave Your Touch

Stardew Valley

🫂 Elliot x Reader - Would Be Nothing Without You

Steven Universe

🔞🫂 Garnet x Amethyst - Make Me Shut Up

🔞🫂 Pearl x Amethyst - It's So Good It Hurts

Tokyo Revengers

🔞 Kokonoi x Reader - Pay Up Buttercup

🔞 Hanma Shuji x Reader - I Want You Near Me

🫂 Older Baji x Reader - Put Your Hands In Mine

Twilight Series

🫂✨ Sam Uley x Leah Clearwater (Commissioned! :3)

Undertale

🔞✨ Mettaton X Reader - Time Of Your Life

Vampire Hunter D

✨🔞 D x Vampire Reader - Come Here Often?

✨ D x Werewolf Reader - Pets & Cuddles

NOTE: Some characters I write for and others I don't, some of these series I need to catch up on, and OCS and such ARE allowed.

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[datauthorress]

temptation

pairing: alexander anderson / original female character

summary: while on a solo mission to destroy a pack of ghouls and their vampire master, shelby encounters anderson and a whole bunch of feelings come out.

rating: e

warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, religious quotes, tempting a priest, priest kink, size kink, large cock, belly bulge. mention of previous sexual encounters, some degradation.

shelby had been sent on a solo mission to a small village in germany while alucard had been sent off to ireland with seras. shelby had enough experience now to be able to go on solo missions, but was given orders to back out if iscariot arrived. being immune to vampirism had its perks, especially when said perks came in the form of a guardian demon, and the psychic abilities.

         alucard had been the one to guard her and watch her during her first few missions and they had settled into a strange relationship of sex, emotions and feeding. and they had already encountered anderson a handful of times, the priest given orders to bring shelby into iscariot, by forceful means if necessary, due to her immunity to vampirism. according to anderson, they wanted to use her to their advantage. which shelby wasn’t going to let happen and neither would alucard.

         as shelby shot down the vampire in front of her, a ghoul came up from behind and as she turned, grabbed her arm and bit down hard, rotting teeth piercing through her clothing and digging deep into her skin.

         “ow,” she grunted, before shooting the ghoul in the head.

         it turned to ash as its vampire master died, as did the other ghouls in the hallway. she slipped her gun back into its holster and glanced at her arm, as blood dripped down from the wound.

         “that’s looks deep, miss o’viere.”

         shelby recognized the voice quite easily by the scottish accent and glanced down the hallway, seeing the large frame of anderson standing there. “i’ve had worse injuries,” she replied, fishing out a roll of clean bandages so she could wrap her arm up. she used her teeth to tighten the bandages so they could put enough pressure on the wound. “vampire’s already dead, priest. there’s no need for you to be here,”

         “i didn’t come here to kill the vampire,” he answered, beginning to walk towards her.

         “let me guess,” she said, rolling her eyes. “you’re here to take me to iscariot. i’m not going, anderson. i’ve gotta head back to london.”

         “my orders are to bring you in, with force if necessary.” anderson spoke.

         “you can try, father.” she said, hearing the soft hissing sound of her guardian making himself known.

         anderson tossed a bayonet at her and she deflected it easily by moving off to the side and rushing towards him. she dodged another one, landing on the ground once she got close to him to sweep his legs out from underneath him, but he moved out of the way and aimed to grab her arm. shelby used a wave of telekinesis to repel the priest away from her, before she lunged towards him and shifted herself onto her hands to use her legs to kick at him, landing a hard kick at his stomach and pushing him back before jumping back onto her feet. as she pulled out her hunting knife, anderson threw a bayonet at her and due to it being blessed, it caught her in the cheek, slicing through her defense and imbedding itself into the wall behind her.

         her guardian hissed and shelby felt blood trailing in rivulets down her cheek. she glared at the priest and made her way forward once more, aiming to stab him in the neck, but anderson ducked down and shot out his leg. his foot slammed into her stomach, causing bile to rise in her throat. she spat up blood from the sudden, rough hit and it threw her across the hallway, to which she rolled until she was nearly at the end of it.

         damn, that was going to leave a nice-sized bruise.

         shelby coughed, a dribble of blood rolling down her chin. as she struggled to get up, anderson was on her, his large frame pinning hers to the floor. she snarled and rose her left fist to punch him in the face, but before she could, a bayonet impaled her hand to the ground.

         she screamed in agony and struggled for a moment before the pain lanced through her entire arm. she groaned, blood pooling from the wound. she turned her gaze up to anderson, glaring up at him. “bastard,” she hissed.

         “i don’t want to hurt you, but you left me with no choice.” anderson droned.

         “you know what’s going to happen if you take me to iscariot?” shelby asked. “alucard will hunt you down, will hunt iscariot down and slaughter all of you without hesitation. he will burn the vatican to the ground if it meant keeping me safe. do you want to lose everyone you love and care for, priest?”

         “the will of god will not take us where the grace of god cannot sustain us,” anderson quoted.

         “don’t quote that religious bullshit to me, father.” shelby growled. “you know very well i don’t believe in god,”

         “yet you wear a rosary around your arm,” he pointed out.

         “it’s a requirement, for my protection. my guardian may not be affected by it, but it keeps away other vampires.” shelby replied.

         anderson’s green eyes locked with her hazel ones and his hand, which had already been on her shoulder to keep her down, maneuvered across her shoulder and up to her neck, where his powerful fingers slowly closed around her neck. she was so fragile, and one move could snap her neck if he desired.

         shelby’s breath hitched as she felt the priest’s hand closed around her throat, not quite choking, but just applying enough pressure to keep her down. she had a moment of realization and grinned. “is that what this is about, father?”

         “what are you going on about, girl?”

         “don’t deny it, priest. you want to fuck me.” she said, laughing softly.

         his eyes widened slightly. “how dare you-?”

         “don’t act like you don’t know, father.” shelby said. “i see the look in your eyes, especially when its both myself and alucard fighting you. you remember what took place last time, yeah? alucard knew you wanted to fuck me, and you got to and you loved it.”

         “salacious whore, how dare you mock me?” anderson snapped. “my vows were broken because of you.”

         “you broke your own vows, anderson.” shelby grinned. “i didn’t force you to break them.”

         his grip around her neck tightened slightly and shelby inhaled sharply, feeling her air supply sustained. she already felt the warmth pooling in her body and when she realized just how close he was to her, she lifted her knee and pressed it right up against his groin. a strangled gasp left his lips and shelby already felt him becoming hard.

         “see what i mean?” she asked. “you want me, anderson. you didn’t get enough last time.”

         “you enjoyed it far more than i did,” he hissed.

         “temptations and occasions put nothing in a man, but only draw out what was in him before,” she whispered.

         anderson glowered down at her, his free hand reaching up to grasp a handful of her short, dark locks and yanking her head back slightly. shelby hissed at the sensation but didn’t have time to protest as the large man leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss of pent-up aggression and sexual tension. shelby didn’t push him away and as her eyes closed, she tilted her head to better mold their lips together, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.

         damn, maybe she did have a thing for priests.

         she pressed her knee harder against his groin, his clothed erection growing stiffer inside his trousers. it took little to get him going, seeing that he hadn’t had much sexual activity until the last time they met. her lips parted and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss further, tongue slipping in to stroke against hers.

         after a few moments of kissing, shelby was the first to pull away with a soft chuckle. “getting your kicks, father?”

         “shut up,” he said and removed the hand he had in her hair, reaching up to yank the bayonet out of her hand.

         shelby groaned, already feeling nerve damage in her hand. as anderson locked their lips together once more, shelby was able to move her hands and she tangled one in his hair, grip tightening in the blond strands and the other grasping at the shoulder of his cloak. his hand cupped the back of her neck, grasping to keep her close against him. shelby felt the strength in his hands, felt how powerful he was and how much bigger he was than her. alucard was already twice her size, being over a foot taller than her, yet anderson was still a few inches over alucard.

         and damn, she already knew she had a thing for big, powerful men holding her down.

         she released a muffled mewl as she felt his knee press against her, whether it was an accident or not, she was enjoying the contact and feeling heat curl through her body. it wasn’t like she didn’t get sex on the regular. she was getting laid almost every day, sometimes twice or three times a day when it was just her and alucard. but she knew that before their last encounter, anderson had been a virgin.

         and it appeared as though he had been doing some research.

         “mmph, been doin’ research, father?” she teased.

         “shut up,” he said, grasping her hair once more and yanking her head back to expose her neck to him.

         anderson saw various bite marks and bruises along the flesh of her neck, seeing a patch of them focused on her pulse point. it made his stomach curl as he saw those marks, knowing very well who they were from. his eyes narrowed and he leaned down, closing his mouth over a patch of tender flesh in the crook of her neck. shelby sighed softly at the contact, reaching with her free hand to pull apart her tie, loosening it completely and letting it hang from her neck. she went for her button-up shirt next, undoing the first couple of buttons and give anderson a sneak of what he could have.

         “temptress,” he growled.

         “but you’re not stopping,” she said. “you’re allowed to touch.”

         as anderson returned to focus his attention on her neck, shelby reached up to his collar and pulled on the white collar, letting it slip out of one color so she could work on pulling his clothing open. anderson didn’t seem to stop her, so she worked on the first few buttons of his shirt before his hand came up, dwarfing her own and slammed her hand back down onto the floor.

         shelby couldn’t help but smirk. alucard’s teasing attitude was starting to affect her. “don’t want me to touch you, priest?”

         “you ripped my clothes the last time,” he snarked.

         “i wasn’t going to this time,” shelby pouted softly. “but fine,”

         shelby removed her hand from its grip on his hair and slid her other hand out from underneath his so she could unbutton her shirt the rest of the way, all the way down to her waist. the last encounter they had, anderson couldn’t stop roving his hands across her tattoos, the ones that spread over both of her arms and her collarbone. as soon as her flesh was in anderson’s gaze, she heard him swallow thickly.

         “i know you like my tattoos,” she said with a soft grin.

         anderson had to resist the temptation to touch her skin, at least, for now. but the hand that had slid back into his hair and yanked him up into another kiss meant shelby had different ideas. as his lips parted against hers, shelby made quick work of his shirt, pushing them open so she could feel the warm, hard muscle. alucard was cold, lithe and slender, while anderson was warm as any other human and built more muscular.

         shelby’s hand continued further down until she reached his waist. she bit down on his bottom lip and slipped her hand down further, grasping the large bulge. the priest gasped against her mouth, his cheeks tinging pink. she knew he was sensitive, but she was too. even despite having lost her virginity months ago, her body was still not used to sex quite yet.

         “you’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you, father?” she asked softly against his lips.

         she unbuckled his belt, pulled apart the button and pulled the zipper down, not surprised to see him fully erect as it flopped out of his trousers. anderson pulled out of the kiss and instead placed his head beside hers, a soft noise leaving him. shelby curled her fingers around the head of his cock, giving a singular stroke, fingers touching the already weeping slit. “that’s it, anderson…” she said against his ear. “poor thing, you’ve been keeping it back for a few weeks now.”

         “mmph…” was all he could say.

         she bit down on her bottom lip, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to get inside her without any sort of prep. alucard was big, if not bigger, and had the ability to shapeshift into any size and form that he wanted. which made for interesting nights.

         “take off your gloves. you’re not fucking me with your fingers with those on,” she said.

         anderson grunted against her and removed the glove off his left hand with his teeth. after a moment, he moved both hands down to get her jeans down, followed by her underwear and moved them out of one thigh. he scoffed when his fingers found her core, already warm and slick with her own arousal.

         “it seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, too.” he pointed out, fingers parting the soft folds of her core.

         shelby’s breath hitched and she felt a soft wave of pleasure course through her. “mmgh, you did such a good job last time that maybe i’ve been wanting a repeat.”

         his eyes narrowed and he slid his fingers down further, finding the entrance of her core already slick and ready. he knew he was large, larger than the average man, but proportionate to his body size. without waiting, he pressed a thick digit inside her, feeling how soft her inner walls were. shelby arched her hips, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. his touch felt much better without gloves.

         he slipped in a second not too long afterwards, pressing them in deeper, practically gliding into her due to how wet she was. shelby was letting out soft noises, her cheeks becoming redder with every ministration. he even seemed to remember the most sensitive part of her, her clit, and twisted his fingers – causing her to cry out softly – so he could add his thumb onto the swollen bud above her entrance.

         “mmg….s-stop, stop. i’ll cum too fast,” she said, a bit breathless.

         anderson removed his hand from her and shelby shifted herself so she could lift her legs onto the older man’s hips. “well? come on, show me what you got.” she demanded.

         “ever so demanding,” he snapped, his hands grabbing the underneath of both of her knees and lifting them higher into the air. his cock throbbed, the large vein prominent on the side as he lifted himself and leveled with her soaked core.

         shelby knew it was going to be a bit of a stretch at first. she was about to snap at him to hurry up, but before she could, the head of his cock breached her body. she gasped, back arching and instinctively tightened up before she willed her body to relax. anderson seemed affected as well, his face red as he slipped further into her tight body. he was about halfway in when he paused, his hands trembling.

         “f-fuck,” she moaned, already feeling so full. he was only halfway in and she could nearly feel him in her stomach. “ah….a-anderson, you feel so…ngh…good…”

         anderson turned his eyes down, unable to help but watch as he pulled back a few inches and then pushed back in, punching a moan out of shelby’s throat and his own, as he slid in deeper. damnit, she did feel really good…

         it took a good few more thrusts before he was able to hilt himself right down to the base, his entire cock swallowed by her body. he shuddered at her warmth and repositioned his hands, his right hand molded around her hip and the other, along with his arm, wrapped around her right thigh. when he felt her relax, he pulled back about halfway before thrusting back into her and beginning a bit of a clumsy, but steady pace.

         despite anderson’s inexperience, shelby still felt waves of pleasure coursing through her. he was so large, that when she looked down her body, she could see her belly distending with each thrust of his cock inside her. she knew it would happen, but seeing it made her all the more aroused. she let her head hit the floor, breathing hard as he stroked across her sweet spot. “faster,” she gritted out.

         “i don’t think you’re in any position to make demands of me, girl.” anderson growled, removing his hand from her hip to instead wrap it around her fragile neck.

         shelby choked, her air supply cut off slightly as he squeezed. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked, tilting his hips and ramming deep into her, causing her to choke out a cry. “does your vampire lover not give you enough, so you turned to me to fill what he couldn’t?”

         “y-you came here while i was on a mission!” she gasped out, tears welding in the corners of her eyes as she already felt her body on the edge of orgasm.

         “you pathetic whore,” he snarled, voice strained as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching.

         with a hard strike to her sweet spot, shelby released a hoarse cry and came hard, her orgasm crashing over her like a violent tidal wave and causing her to tighten around anderson like a fucking vice.

         the priest gritted his teeth, feeling tears in his own eyes as the ecstasy of his climax overwhelmed him. he spilled into her, thick ropes of cum painting the walls of her core and causing her belly to bulge from his release.

         both of them breathed hard and shaky, taking a few moments to catch their breathing. shelby, once aware of her surroundings, gasped as anderson slipped out of her, still hard despite his orgasm. she could feel cum seeping out of her body and sliding down the cleft of her ass.

         “you better not be done, i-hey!”

         a yelp was startled out of her as anderson pulled on her arm and rolled her onto her stomach, to which she gasped as he grabbed onto her hips and pulled her lower half into the air. she didn’t have time to prepare as anderson placed himself back at her core and pushed in, quickly filling her right to the hilt. shelby moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as pleasure crashed through her.

         hands molded around her biceps, pulling her upper half up and causing the cock inside her to shift, pressing up against her belly. “y-you’re getting – ngh – better at this, anderson.” she panted.

         “you tempt me, girl, with your lewd commentary,” anderson gritted, his hips beginning with a punishing pace that already had her tightening around him. “you’re at fault for making me like this.”

         “it’s not my fault you’ve been wanting to fuck me for over a month now!” she laughed, drool seeping down the side of her mouth as the pleasure increased tenfold. “that sounds like a you problem, father.”

         he snarled and forced her arms behind her back, holding onto both of her wrists with one large hand while the other took a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly.

         “f-fuck!” she cried out, unable to do anything but take everything he gave her and more. she never imagined anderson would actually take the initiative and go off on his own. for someone with a newly discovered libido, he was learning quickly. “a-anderson, if you keep that up, i’m….i’m gonna…”

         “go on, let god see how desperate you are for my cock,” he demanded, grinding the head of his cock against her g-spot.

         liquid fire coursed through her veins, igniting them with embers as her orgasm came crashing into her. her cry bordered on a desperate scream, the walls of her tight cunt tightening around anderson once more, wetness gushing and dripping down her shaking legs. anderson released a deep moan, pushing deep into the young woman’s body and met his second orgasm of the night, filling her to the brim until it began to spill out of her and down her thighs onto the floor.

         shelby trembled, tears rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensations. it felt so good, and she didn’t want it to stop.

         anderson pulled back once more and made himself sit down against the wall with a heavy sigh. shelby wasn’t done. not yet. she stood on shaky legs, walking over to the priest and situating herself on his lap, to which he looked at her with slightly wide eyes.

         “i’m not done,” she whispered, reaching behind her to take hold of his slick cock.

         anderson grunted, pressing his head back against the wall as the young woman guided him into her and she moaned at the sensation of being filled once more. he was sensitive, but still so hard. shelby took the initiative this time, beginning to rock her hips as his hands made purchase on her hips. he could see himself disappearing into her body with each thrust. when he turned his gaze to her face, he couldn’t help but think of what a beautiful young woman she was.

         her hands slid up from his bare chest and up to his face, where she cupped his scruffy cheeks and leaned in, molding her lips to his in a deep kiss. he submitted to her, his arms winding up to wrap around her back and keep her close as she worked on achieving both of their orgasms.

         “a….alexander,” she breathed, increasing her pace of fucking herself on his cock.

         “you say my name so beautifully,” he groaned, tightening his grip on her and resuming the kiss.

         it wasn’t long before she was shaking, and her breathing became erratic and she slammed down once more, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through both of them and throwing them into their final climaxes. he spilled into her, groaning into her shoulder, and holding her flush against him as his orgasm coursed through his sensitive body.

         shelby eventually collapsed against him, her face pressed into his broad shoulder, trembling in his hold. his gloveless hand cupped the back of her head, fingers stroking through the soft strands to try and help her through the overstimulation.

         it had to be ten, maybe fifteen minutes before shelby finally gathered the strength to lift herself off of him. cum seeped down her thighs thickly and she pulled her head back, her gaze meeting his. anderson looked soft like this, in the aftermath of his orgasm.

         her gaze softened. he would make a fine lover to the right person.

         shelby pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before she stood, her legs still trembling. anderson stood up next, fixing his clothing and watching as she cleaned herself to the best of her ability with what she had and pulled her underwear and jeans back on.

         “i’m not going to iscariot.” she said, buttoning her shirt up.

         “i know,” he said, picking his gloves up from the floor and slipping them back on. “this time, i’ll let you go. but when we meet next, i will have no choice but to force you to come back with me.”

         “hmmph, we’ll see, father.” she said, smoothing her hair back away from her face. “you owe me for the nerve damage in my hand,”

         she turned around when she felt his large hand on her shoulder and glanced up at him. anderson leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss that she hadn’t known he could do. she recuperated it before parting from him.

         “until next time, miss o’viere.” anderson spoke and began walking away.

         “til next time, anderson.” she said softly and walked in the opposite direction of him.

         when shelby walked outside, she immediately lit a cigarette and blew smoke out of her mouth, taking in the fresh air. seconds later, she felt gloved hands on her shoulders, the tall frame of alucard appearing behind her.

         “did you have fun, my dear?” he asked, a grin on his features.

         “you saw the whole thing, didn’t you?” shelby asked, looking at him from over her shoulder.

         “of course. seras and i finished early and i came to check up on you.” alucard replied, pressing his nose into her hair, nuzzling into it. “looks like you and anderson had fun,”

         “i don’t know if i would call it fun.” she said, taking another drag of her cigarette.

         alucard walked until he was in front of her, observing the cut on her cheek and then taking her left hand in his so he could observe the wound. “there will be nerve damage,”

         “anderson owes me for that,” shelby said, taking the few steps forwards until alucard was folding her into his coat, pressing her against his chest to keep her arm.

         “let’s go home, my dear.” he said.

         “yeah, let’s.”

[alucardsathomewife]

I hate seeing the same Hellsing animations

They gotta make more Hellsing ultimate PLEASE

[anothersoulless]

Return to me {Alexander Anderson x AMAB Reader}

You know Alexander from the Library you worked at - when he one day stands in front of your day at the end of the year 1999, you can not deny him shelter. And now, you definitely didn't regret it

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You never thought you'd see him again, but there he was, standing right in front of you was the tall, blonde priest with green eyes that had a way to obvious scar on his cheek, asking you if you had a place for him to stay for some time. Your heart was still somewhat broken by being rejected by said man, that fateful day where you had decided to accept he would reject you and went and got it for yourself, thinking you might be able to get over it, your love for that man.

Needless to say, you didn't. You never did and didn't think you ever would. But everytime he came into the library, asking you for a book you couldn't help but falling for him. And fall you did, landing hard in the reality that he was a priest, the he was to not mingle in relationships with others, his only devotion being god and the preachings of the bible. You had started to read the books that he did, finding most to be about the occult, werewolves, vampires, witches, wendigos... And how to kill them. Books that were written like research, obviously being a piece of someone's fantasy.

But then he would come in and get children's books, about the holy Mary, about birds and trains and flowers, about the way the sun would rise and laugh, but how the clouds would always cry. When you found out he was living in an orphanage, you wanted to go so badly, it wasn't far, but it wouldn't be fair. So the next time he had come by, you had asked him out for a stroll - not a date, just to get to know him, to become friends. His positive response had surprised you.

So why, after all that time of him caring, in the end rejecting and going seperate ways, was he standing in front of you, on this winter afternoon in 1999? And where was his priest robe? He had his usual coat on, but only a thin shirt and jeans, so you didn't waste time, letting him into your house. "Alexander? What are you doing here?" "I quit. And I- You said you'd always be there when I need something, and right now, I don't have a home. Can I stay? Only until I find something for myself, of course." You turned the thought over in your head. The Basement was free, you'd only have to clean it up, maybe stash everything in your garage. "God, sit down first. Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate?"

Sitting down with him, each sipping on their own tea, you finally spoke up. "I really should question how you figured out where I live, but the reason you quit interests me more." He sipped on his tea. "There have been... Some mindest differences recently. Between me and the church. While I am incredibly sad to leave behind the children, I couldn't accept staying there. Not with the recent happenings in London." "London? What does the Church have anything to do with the destruction of London?" He just smiled. You never got an answer. But you guessed it was more involvement then what the newspapers told you.

Sometimes, the ex-priest talked to you about an old friend, one, who vanished back in London. You didn't know if he was dead or just disappeared in the rubble, or if it was... A different kind of friend. You looked after him a lot of the time, driving him back and forth from monestary to your home so you could get all his belongings. You even had to drive to the Vatican - Who had an own room in the Vatican?! It had taken months for him to settle comfortably in the basement, old bookshelves and boxes and dressers functioning as his only storage. You bought him a new bed, so he could at least afford a good rest - he promised to repay you, but you shook it off. It was a cheap one anyways.

You helped him find work in the city, helped him with a driver's licence and, in the end, you both scrapped your money together to get him a car. It was second-hand, fairly cheap compared to the other cars on the market, small and old-school. But he was happy with it, and so were you. After a good 3 months you finally convinced him to buy new clothes, instead of just opting for your old father's ones, it was exciting finally seeing the fashion taste of a man previously running around only in his religious tell-tale robe with the crosses.

He picked out a few checkered ones, others had random prints on it. You got him to buy a muscle shirt (mainly for your own entertainment, but also because it got really hot during summertime) and some pullovers for winter - one Pullover was relatively thin and black, covering his neck from the cold winds that would come in 6 more months. A lot of people had stared at you - maybe it was the fact you were just average size and he was - well - over 2 meters tall, maybe they held you for a couple or found him handsome. But maybe, it was because of his scar. You never knew for certain how he got it.

You saw him enter the library on a fairly quiet day, he hadn't visited for weeks, probably on one of his trips to foreign countries. He didn't take long to get to the Check-out and you were snooker to see his face. His left cheek had a big white patch on it - a compress. There was a thin line in the middle with red specks of blood. When you asked him what had happened, he had dismissed you, saying it had been an accident he didn't want to talk about. The next time, you saw the wound. It was three scratches all neatly lined up, like claw marks. It was then you had your first suspicion, the middle one deeper then the other two, the skin around it a deep purple.

After that visit, he came in again, this time, the upper and lower scratch were healed completely, the middle one still deep and purple, as if it couldn't heal. That's when you knew. You knew what he had been doing, why he had been away, why he had been injured. You had asked him to come to the staff bathroom, getting an idea. You had confronted him, he had brushed it off, yet still he let you cut around the edges, widening the wound and, effectively, overwriting the original one. The wound had healed in a few weeks, only leaving behind the nasty scar on his cheek.

In month 6 of him staying with you, he was finally able to afford his own Appartment so he started scouting. You helped him, of course, You taught him how to use the library computers, so he could scout more effectively, he actually understood it really fast. A smart man, he was. The landline phone, he had figured out within a few weeks of you introducing it to him and he called the monestary every weekend. You liked to listen. He would be a good father, you decided, when you heard him talk with the kids, reassuring them he didn't forget them and that he would stop by from time to time.

He held his word, always arriving to any of their birthdays with a personalized gift. You were happy to be able to accompany him. Some of the nuns were a bit suspicious first, thinking you might have taken advantage of Alexander, but they were quick to trust you and your words - you did love him, but you'd never try to take advantage of him - even though that wasn't something that they needed to know.

Alexander had found the Appartment he wanted to live in during month 8. He was happy, you were not. You offered him to stay for longer, so that he could pay the bills as well - which was something he had totally forgotten about. He lost the Appartment and you felt guilty.

But when winter rolled around again, seeing him in that long-sleeve neck Pullover, paired with thick, dark grey jeans with a fashionable belt and a silver cross necklace, you nearly forgot to breathe, or that you had been feeling guilty. After the incident with the Appartment, things had started to change. You noticed he looked at you fondly, for longer than normal, he smiled whenever you did something - if it was a greeting, rambling, making food - you had noticed he was a way better cook and picked up habits of you - humming along to your music or just watching a show. It seemed weird. Whenever asked, he would just say that he was happy you had been the one to take him in.

On his birthday, you had taken him out to a more expensive restaurant, treating him to something you called "culture cruise". You introduced him to proper Italian traditions that he had missed out on in the orphanage, traditional food that wasn't served there, you showed him a cinema and he was blown away by the movie, not being able to believe it. He had missed out on so much, leading such a humble, yet dangerous, life, that you were more than adamant about giving him a life he deserves. A life full of care, gratefulness, and, if possible, love.

He had liked his birthday, even though, in the end, he admitted, that it would have been enough to spent it with you - but that he was thankful you wanted to show him your world. You asked him to show you his, and, even though he dismissed it now, he would show you later on. After getting home, there was something weird. Between you two, of course, not in your house. You both wanted to retiree for the night, but again, both of you lingered in the living room near the stairs up to your room and down to his. "I'm glad you liked today, I was a bit worried", you admitted out of the blue. He scratched his neck, his muscles showing under the thin pullover. You questioned how he wasn't cold.

He was quiet a bit, before speaking up. "I... I loved this glimpse into your world. It was educating and it meant a lot to you, so I.. You mean a lot to me and so does your world. So I thank you dearly for taking me along, sunshine." You smiled again, wider this time, liking the nickname maybe a little too much. After that it took a few more moments of silence, for both of you to say your goodbyes and go to sleep. You, however, were unable to, thinking about the way he was treating you, how much he cared about you and your world. He really was a gentleman, if you were sure about him feeling similarly about you, the way you felt about him, then you would be glad to, maybe, someday, call him your husband.

Your first kiss came the next day. It wasn't your first overall, but it was the first with him. Maybe it had been the music and jokefully romantically made dinner - you genuinely just wanted to recreate the ambiance of the restaurant, there was never an intention to make it feel so appealing. But joking around with him, about some of the older, black and white movies and the more recent coloured ones, him joking with you there was a moment of you playfully leaning into his side, lamenting over something random, like the candles, while he calmly, in an equal joking matter grabbed your arm softly. You shot up to kiss him on the cheek, something he, apparently, also felt like doing.

It had taken not even a second, before you pulled back, apologizing profusely, you face flushed - as was his. He smiled, saying it was no matter. You sat down to eat, face fixed in the food. He stood there for a moment longer, before he asked, bashfully: "Would you like to do it again?" You looked up, his gaze locked onto you, as if he felt no shame. Why would he, you thought. It was a mistake, nothing more. But why did he offer? Did he.. were your suspicions really correct? He didn't move, standing there. The offer he had just given you hang heavy in the air, debating whether to act on it or not.

You chair creaked when you pushed it back a bit. "Would you like to do it again?" Alexander's face turned a deeper red than before. He was quiet, before admitting a small "yes". It was then that you stood up and closed in on him.

"then, I would like one as well"

The second kiss was really worth it. It was long, gentle and loving. It felt warm, comforting - it felt good. On a completely unrelated note, the food was delicious as well. You just loved eating this dish - especially with Alexander in front of you, the kiss and it's implications - even though it was less of an implication and more of a flashy Broadway Sign, after all, a kiss - no, technically two - seemed like a very exclusive thing that two people wouldn't do if they just were friends, unprompted by any dare.

Long story short, after dinner, there was a deep talk and you both decided to try. And try you did. It worked out fine, the only thing that really changed was the few kisses, the cuddle-sessions and the trips - now dates - to town. It wasn't really a secret, but it also wasn't really public. It's that weird in between-thing, where you knew, but you just weren't quite ready to tell everyone - but showing wasn't really a problem. Alexander had the habit to keep you close - it was a habit he had picked up one or two months after being at your home, but now, he just seemed to be more open about it, actively seeking you out. This day, it had been particularly bad and after getting home, you had asked him about it. He seemed taken aback.

"I'm Sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to, I'll keep it in mind next time"

You sighed. "No, no, Alex, that's not- that's not what I meant. I was simply curious on why you did it, I apologize if it came over wrong"

Alexander looked at you for a few seconds, contemplating if he should tell you. Then: "I am scared"

You could tell he wasa bit uncomfortable, but you couldn't just leave it here. You took him by the hand, setting him down on the couch and sitting next to him, your own hand in his. "If you want to, you can tell me. I'm here for you." Alexander seemed torn, it was the first time you had seen him this conflicted, this... This pained.

"London was last year.", He started and stopped right after. It clicked into place for you, but you wanted him to go on. You squeezed his hand reassuringly, lightly stroking your thumb over his hand in yours, a smile on your lips, as you silently told him to take his time. "It was... I mean you read about it, of course, but... I was there. It was horrible and I- I lost more friends than just one." Oh, that was something you actually hadn't thought about, but it made sense. "One was my student. Her name was Yumiko and she was great. Heinkel nearly lost their life as well - a lot of the division died, nearly all, even though I told them to stay back. I lost so many friends, when I tried to save them all"

He took his hand away then, covering his eyes with his hands and bending forward, hiding his face. Your smile dropped. He didn't loose one person, he didn't loose a few. He lost everyone. You got down on your knees, sliding between his legs and taking his hands away gently. He wasn't crying, not yet anyways - but his eyes were shining bright with the promise of salty water spilling over any second. "Were you scared to loose me too?" He nooded then. You got up from this position, pulling him into a hug. " You won't, Alexander. That life is beyond you now, it's behind us both. We are here together, we are here, Alex. We are alive." You pressed his hand to you heart. "We are both alive."

That day was one you never forgot. Alexander Anderson, previously a priest and in charge of an orphanage, as well as something with the occult, member of a division you had never heard of, was traumatized. He had been vulnerable with you, around you. He had shared his pain and you had accepted it, accepted him and all the implications and complications that came with it. How could he ever hope to find someone better? He didn't, and he never would, because you, he was convinced, were the best choice he could ever make.

When one year had run by, you realized he had never slept in the same bed as you. Not even when one of you fell asleep on the couch, he would always be gone and in bed instead. So today, you tried to get him to sleep with you - not in a sexual sense, by God, only sleeping next to each other, maybe (hopefully) cuddling. That was the day you realized no one had cover taught this man anything about relationships or explained That, when the bible quoted "thou shall not lie with a woman, if thy art not married", or whatever the actual quote said, it didn't mean sleeping in the same bed, but sleeping together.

So that was a conversation you needed to have, and, in retrospect, it was fairly funny, but back then, it was undeniably weird to be the one to give a grown man, which you were together with, sex education. That didn't seem like your job, but now you stood here, and he stood there, and that was the situation you were in. "So uh, the Bible doesn't really mean sleep, Alexander. It means sex." He had heard that word uttered in disgust and disdain by the nuns that had raised him, heard more about this being an act of either love or lust between a man and a woman. He never knew that was what the line meant, nor did he know what sex actually was.

So he disclosed it all to you. You shook your head, in denial that any institute for raising and educating children would stop at sex and don't even mention it to them. What if they would have gone and discovered it on their own, maybe way too young or having to deal with the consequences alone? "Well, traditionally speaking, in most cultures and religions sex is between a man and a woman, but not exclusive. Men can do it with men and women with women. In a traditional sense it's something very intimate, something you do with one you trust fully. Someone you love, if we keep it extremely Christian."

Alexander nodded, seemingly soaking up everything you were saying. "So uhm, do you know the difference between make and female anatomy" "I raised children" point taken, stupid question. "Okay so, Sex is when you put your uh-" god this was more embarrassing than showing and recommending someone erotica and explaining in detail how exactly it was interesting. "So you put your penis into the vagina of the woman and just... Go." "Just go?" "Just... Just go, yes." "How does it work between the others?" Oh lord, have mercy. "So between a man and a man, it just goes in the ass, or they get themselves off with hands or mouths, which is similar in that case with women. There are also specific toys that help."

Alexander seemed a bit puzzled, but the red taint on his cheeks made you realize, he was also embarrassed about this, even though you were sure you were way more red - your head was steaming and cooking your brain. At least that's what it felt like. "But what do you mean with just go?" You just wanted for a portal to hell to open up. At this point, burning you skin off in an eternal hellfire seemed more acceptable than this. "Just go. Like... In and out" "Like when you need to fill a tire of a bike with air?" "Yes. Absolutely. Like a piston, in some ways. Obviously that's not all there is to it, but that is essentially how it works. Have you never tried to uhm- do it yourself?"

You had never seen him so flustered. "No! That was forbidden, seen as a sin!" "Hey, there's genuinely nothing wrong with it. It's actually quite healthy. You're not part of the Church anymore, you don't need to abide to their beliefs." He seemed to stop. Like he was a computer that just shut down because you opened three tabs on the browser and caused a Microsoft error. He had never thought about that before, you realized. It's just been a year away from the church, the place that raised him, homed him, gave him an occupation - of course everything was still indoctrinated in him. How could you expect something else?

You went to bed seperately.

The next day was still a bit awkward, but by the second day everything returned to normal. He even decided to actually do sleep in your bed with you - only after about a month of consideration. You were happy, however. If he was comfortable, then you were too. Alexander had become the thing you thought your life revolved around. When you went out to go shopping, you immediately looked if you could bring him something from your trip. When you were cooking, you thought about how he would cook it, or how he would like it. And when you were cuddling, you thought about the way he was warm, that he was alive, alive with you. Days passed like this, weeks, months even.

"Sunshine?" You hummed positively, looking up from your book. He had been reading one of his own, a recommendation from you. "I was curious." You hummed again, putting your mark in you book and closing it. "I don't know if it's an approprita question." "Shoot your shot, dear." He seemed to think for a second. "I have been thinking about something you said." You grew a bit impatient. "When?" "I don't know, a few months ago. You said I wasn't part of the church anymore and thus do not need to abide their rules" "Dear, whatever you want to ask, just ask. I won't crucify you. And the church won't either."

He closed his book as well, scratching his beard stubble. "Maybe we could try it out?" Before you could ask what he meant, he elaborated, realizing he hadn't said what. "Sex, I mean. Apologies if I'm overstepping-" You nearly choked on your own spit. What. The. Hell. What had you done to this man? He had been so shy, so embarrassed about it, and now, he sat there in front of you, asking you such a question. You mean, damn. If that isn't some quick character development. If you were serious though, you had thought about it as well. Of course, you didn't want to bring it up, as not to pressure him. So this, was perfect.

"Sure, let's go." He was taken aback slightly by the way you stood up, starting to walk to the stairs. "Why go?" "To the bedroom, dear. Yours or mine?" He stood up as well, stopping next to you. "Yours." You sat him down on the bed. "I suppose you don't know more than I told you?" He shook his head. "Don't worry, I will take the lead." "You did this before?" "Yeah, but never like this." "In charge?" "That. And with someone I love."

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You took his hands and let them rest on your waist, as you settled on his lap, going for a kiss. You pushed yourself close, shamelessly resting on his crotch. You pulled away, taking one of his big, calloused hands and sliding it up, to rest next to your chest. "You can touch me, you know." He seemed hesitant, but you went in for another kiss, keeping his mouth open this time, your tongue brushing his, animating him to participation. He was eager to follow your lead. His hand slipped to your back instead, holding you close. You pushed back again, leaving him some room.

Your thumb pressed on his scar, the slightly elevated, jagged surface soft and yet hard beneath your fingers. You pushed your hand under his jaw, pushing his head back and starting to kiss along his neck, his throat releasing a loud, shuddering breath, as the hand that had pushed his head back slowly trailed down his throat, cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin, fingers barely touching him. You other hand guided his hand to your neck, squishing it in his large hand. His other hand, still on your waist, gripped you harshly, it brought a slightly hurtful feeling up in you, but it made you feel secure.

You pulled back, Alexander finally finding the courage to explore your body, his head snapping back almost immediately, eyes fixating on yours. His gorgeous green eyes glowing behind his glasses. You slowly reached up, but he stopped you before you could take them off. "No. I don't-" "Okay" and just like that he was back to roaming your body, enjoying as your hands slid over his. A few moments later you sat up on your knees, pulling off your shirt. Alexander seemed a bit flustered at first, but got over it fairly quickly.

You kissed him again, your body shifting a bit, pressing close again, his hand trapped between you bodies, as he leaned back, other hand supporting his weight. You stood up, pulling him with you as well. You discarded all of your clothes, watching him do the same. It was mesmerizing how a small bit of his torso showed when he lifted his arms up, pulling his own shirt over his head. The muscles in his arms flexed slightly, his shirt falling to the ground next to him. Scars were all over his body, the cross of the silver nacklace resting where his collarbone was, a cross tattooed onto his skin with the words "yes jesus" in it. You recalled seeing said design on his gloves when he was still a priest. His trousers were the next to go it was the first time Alexander's head was actually lower than yours.

He sat down on the bed again, back resting against the headboard. You did the same you did before - sitting in his lap. Just, this time, you could feel whenever the muscles in his leg twitched when you bit down or kissed or sucked in a particular way, felt how he tensed and relaxed when you shifted your body. It was captivating, the expression he made. His eyes were on you, the entire time he was focused on you, nothing else. His hands never left you, pulling you close. He was breathing loud, not quite panting, but close enough. And then, when you actually felt him, you realized a grave mistake. You couldn't show him, because you didn't expect this and had no condoms, and no lube, and he definitely had neither either.

"Alex, dear" he hummed. "We can't do it quite the way you want it yet, but we can do it differently." Before he could ask why, you continued. "We don't have protection. I'll go out and buy some, but not right now. I can show you other ways." The Catholic was silent, before a breathless "yes" left his lips. You kissed him again, sucking on his lower lip, before pulling back and spitting in your hand. "It's not the best, sorry" he wanted to reply, but when your hand ghosted over the head of his cock, before you slick hand closed around it pushed him into a whole new sensation. It was weird, to be touched there by someone else. But not unwelcome.

He grasped at your hips, pushing you down and towards him a bit, your own erection brushing his slightly elevated thigh. He pulled you into another kiss, breaths mixing with each other as both of you tried to breathe through your noses, Oxygen soon running out despite your best efforts. You pushed back a bit, getting into a more comfortable position. Your hand gabbed him a bit harder, a loud moan being your response. You slowly started pumping up and down in a slow pace with no constant rythm. Sometimes it was all the way to the head, sometimes only a short, cut off up and down shifting.

You twisted your hand, lifting a few fingers and adding them again from time to time. Alexander's Head rested against the wall, his mouth opened, sounds leaving his vocal chords in low hums or gasps, vulnerable sound that he trusted you with. You hummed as well, seeing one of his hands grabbing the sheet, crumbling them. You wouldn't be surprised if he ripped them. The other was still bruising your hip, a thrum of slight pain shoot up, a thrum of the love he shared for you. You hummed, your hips pushing themselves forwards on his thigh to gain some friction, a movement immediately stopped by you.

This wasn't about you. This was about him. A moan escaped your lips. "Alexander-" You felt him twitch when you changed the pressure, tighenting and loosening your grip in random intervals. He moaned, trying to hold your stare, while his hand wanted to fall back. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing loud, chopped and fast. You never knew what a sight you missed out on and he never on what kind of pleasure. This Sight, you were sure, was one you'd never be able to forget, if he would leave you know... You're done for. But the way , he looked into your eyes, torso jolting forwards whenever electric signals went through his muscles, he was in just the same situation.

"Sunshine-" You knew he was close, when you felt the sticky liquid leaking onto your fingers and when he involuntarily started thrusting his hips up in a jerking motion, as if his body told him what to do and he had no choice but to comply. When he did tip over the edge, you had the feeling as if he was about to crush your hip and hand, but if this is how you lost them, it'd be worth it. The way he calmed down, his chest rising and falling abruptly, noticeably slowing down as you removed your hand, watching as the white-ish colour leaked out, gathering and spilling over the edge, cascading down as if it was a water fountain without pressure.

You smiled patiently, warmly, even though you yourself were extremely desperate. You waited until he came back to you, finally leaving this state of pure bliss. His head was flushed red, the red spreading down his neck and disappearing into his shoulders, but he slowly regained his colour. "Dear lord in heaven...", he breathed, gaping air in as much as he could, "what have you done to me?" You chuckled and smiled, "Just falling in love, my dear. Just falling in love." Alexander laughed at that, his hand on your hip grabbing your waist an coupling you back in, lips meeting again. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a witch that out a spell on me" You grinned, raising your hand before his eyes and wriggling your fingers. With a darker, goofy voice you ominously proclaimed: "I put a spell on you~~"

He kissed you again, his smile clear as day. You pulled back and whispered: "and now you're mine" Again, he smiled and you noticed his glasses were slightly tilted, so you took them off, driving your fingers through his hair, which was now a bit longer then when he came to you, and you put them back on. "How did you feel, Alexander, dear?" "Really good... Does it... Feel the same for you?" You hummed positively, his eyes flickering down to his thigh between your legs, he noticed your legs were a tad bit closer than before, the way your height shifted backwards, as if trying to get more and yet less touch at the same time.

"Can I help you? Can you guide me?" "You really don't need to, Alexander. We can take it slow." "What if I want to?" You breathed in. Okay. So you were doing this. You smiled again, and took his hand in yours, guiding it towards yourself. "Take it slow, Alexander, there is no need to rush, okay?" He nodded, following your lead. You leaned back a bit, your hand letting go of his and switching to his wrist, his hand bumpino against your erection. "This is the same I did to you" you took the hand you had just left and pulled him towards you, as he started to lean forwards to meet you halfway, guiding his hand to wrap around yourself

You hummed. "Now just-" "go?", He smiled at you and you let out a laugh through your nose at the throwback. "Just go." And go he did. He was careful at first, his hand staying straight as he only pumping his hand up and down, pressure nearly unnoticeable. There wasn't anything building just yet, your desire for something being satisfied. "You can experiment, Alex, I'm not gonna break", you smiled, your hand resting on the one he held himself up with. That was when his hand started moving with experimental paces, faster, slower. He applied pressure however he saw fit, a delicious thrum starting to build.

His hand alone made you feel really good, despite the basic way he used it and, oh did you wonder what he would be able to do if he was more experienced. You hummed and he applied harsh pressure suddenly, your hips thrusting up a bit. You looked at Alexander, his green eyes glimmering, as you found them still looking at you - your face. You moaned at that, your hand reaching over and pulling him even closer. His movements slowed, before he stopped completely, before his fingers feathered out a bit and he set a different pace, a different pressure. You let his shoulder go, focusing again on keeping yourself sitting.

He had an irregular pace, the harshness and actual pace of his pumps being vastly different from each other - he learned. From nothing but the things you did to him. His hand was huge compared to yours, fingers wide and calloused. So when he pushed back to your head, his spread fingers brushed the thin line at the top and you jolted like you had just experienced an electric shock, a loud gasp escaping you as well - you hadn't expected this. He stopped dead in his ministrations, studying you for a minute. Your face was flushed, you were leaned back onto your hands, eyes nearly closed, but not quite, focusing on his own.

He looked down, pushed his hand down and did the same as before, with the slide of his finger over the slit - as he got not even a similar reaction he pressed his finger ghosted over it slowly again, and another jolt ran through your body. Alexander smiled and you knew you were in for it now. He took your shoulder and gently pushed you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs. His hand lowered from the sensitive spot and his other hand sneaked there instead, finger pressing and exploring exactly where it was, eyes never leaving yours. And when he found it, oh dear lord in heaven, you prayed he'd have some mercy left for you.

With the combined experimenting pumps and moving of his fingers you were quick to grasp his shoulders, squeezing and pulling, your high approaching. You body shivered, as you called his name, fluids spilling onto his hand, as you hands gripped harder and your head fell back, breath quick but steadily slowing down. Alexander didn't look away. He sat there, a bit confused on what to do with his hand, so he just... Held it over his lap. Your cum dropping onto his bare legs. You shifted into a sitting position and gave him a smile, before noticing how lost he looked. You didn't waste time to hurry and get some tissues to wipe himself - and your hand clean with.

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After you pushed him to the shower, both of you opting to just do so together, because, why would you care now about nakedness of all times? You both got dressed, before you changed the sheets and, even though he offered to help, you ordered him to just wait a few minutes. He did. Then you gestured for him to sit on the bed with you. "So, That's what it feels like." "Everytime?" You shook your head. "Not everytime without exception. It might be more or less intense or satisfying." He seemed to hesitate to ask you the next question, but you just answered it before he could ask: "I am very satisfied, Alexander"

He smiled and took your hand, standing up and pulling you to your feet. "Let's get some snacks", he offered, giving you a kiss. You smiled as well, giving him a peck on his cheek. "Yep, let's go!"

[fallen-angel-92]

Chapter 2:

Rated: M

Trigger: Brief mentions of violence and swearing

Summary:

Twins. Children created from her blood and the blood of a creature that was only legend. Avia Harker must now begin an arduous journey to protect her children from dark forces, but her heart as well, least she fall prey for a being that once insnaired her grandmother.

“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.” - Richard Bach

Avia watched as the horses ran among the large field: black, brown, white and some in between with their coloring. Two years had passed since she found her son and daughter, since then they had brought more light into her large home. 

“There you are, mother. Nora Obasan and I were wondering where you had gone,” a soft child-like voice spoke from behind her.

Turning around she was greeted by her twelve year old daughter, Akagi, her long dark brown hair dancing around her as the wind picked up. Her dark brown furred ears flickered around her slightly as her mahogany colored eyes seemingly glowed in the setting sun.

“Well you have found me. What's wrong, my dear Akagi?”  Avia asked as she reached up, adjusting her black cowboy hat on top of her head.

“Melania, has managed to find Kaga's lipgloss and painted her whole face with it,” Akagi replied with a slight giggle.

Avia let out a soft huff as she smiled, holding out her hand to the young kitsune,” Shall we go? I don't want Kaga to be upset.”

Akagi giggled as she took Avia's hand and they began to make their way home,” Kaga won't be too mad at our dear little sister.”

Avia chuckled as they approached their rustic ranch home, as they entered through the front door, she was instantly tacked by a blob of white and blue. Avia let go of Akagi's hand before she placed it upon her other daughter's white hair while being mindful of her white ears.

“Now. Now, Kaga. What happened sweetheart?” Avia asked with a soothing tone, watching as Kaga's white nine tails drooped downward.

“Melania,” Kaga began with a sniffle,” She went into my lipgloss collection and messed it all up.”

“I'm sure she didn't mean to mess it all up. I think she just wanted to be pretty like her big sister,” Avia replied as she gently pulled Kaga away from her and wiped her tears from her cheeks.

“Ah! There you are, Avia. I'm sorry for this. I was taking care of Micheal when Melania gave me the slip,” Nora called out from the hallway, holding Micheal on one hip while Maleina sat on the other.

“No worries. I'll go ahead and take my little terrors-” Avia began to say when suddenly she was cut off when a tall man emerged from the living room area, cutting in with a soft gruff tone,” Forgive my intrusion, Ms. Harker, but we received a phone call from Sir Hellsing in Great Britain.”

Avia took Micheal from Nora, placing him onto her hip as she turned to face him,” Now there is a name I haven't heard from in some time. Did Integra give a reason for her phone call, Eleojo?”

The dark skinned male locked eyes with hers, golden eyes glittered with a warmth that could rival that of the sun, as he replied back,” Yes she did. It appears she was recently attacked and requests our assistance to help train any possible recruits.”

Avia raised an eyebrow as she cut in,” I trust you informed her of my children?”

“Of course she has no problem providing us with housing, and other things we may need. Though she wished to speak with you about Micheal and Melania's father.” Eleojo responded, when Avia sensed his hestantancy, she chimed in,” So I take it Morris arrived and spoke to Integra about my children.”

Eleojo's lips twitched upward as he replied,” He did and just in time. He managed to impress Sir Hellsing,” Avia snorted as she thought about the brunette, “Oh lord. Who did he punch?”

“Sir Hellsing's vampire. Impressed both her and the vampire himself. So he managed to do the test that was requested and she wishes to discuss the results with you before she did so with her vampire,” Eleojo replied as he shifted his head causing his black braided hair to jiggle slightly due the black beads that were decorating the end of his hair. 

Avia let out a hum as she glanced down at her children, letting out a soft sigh, she looked up at Eleojo, “Well I suppose we better get everything ready for a trip to good old England.”

Soon they were all on a private plane heading toward London. Upon their arrival, Avia had Micheal and Melania upon her hips as Akagi and Kaga stayed close to her sides, their ears and tails twitching at the sounds that were around them. Behind them were Nora and Eleojo taking up the rear. It was then that Avia spotted the familiar tall figure of James Morris and began to walk toward him.

“Uncle?” Micheal asked, looking up at her with happiness.

“Uncle!” Malania exclaimed excitedly as she began to bounce up and down.

James chuckled as he approached them reaching out, taking Melania from her and placing her on his own hip.

“Come to escort us to Integra, James?” Avia asks with amusement as she watches James reach over and messes with Micheal's hair.

“Correct. How have you been? Sister Nora? Eleojo?” James asks as he signals for them to follow.

Avia follows them, listening to Nora and Eleojo answer, as they make their way to the large vand and soon they arrived at the Hellsing manor.

“It's quite large. Don't you agree, Kaga?” Akagi hummed out with curiosity.

“Yes sister. It is quite large.” Kaga replied as she looked over at Akagi.

Avia watched with a small chuckle as the two young girls were looking out the window, she turned her attention to her two year olds, she allowed a smile to appear when she noticed that the two were quietly looking at their surroundings. As they pulled in, Avia made sure everyone else was out of the vehicle before her, opting to take the rear. Avia stepped out, taking quick notice that James and Nora were holding Micheal and Melania respectively, before she returned her attention back toward the entrance of the mansion where she could see the familiar long blonde hair woman standing outside with sharp blue eyes staring at her with a hint of warmth in them as Avia walked over to her. As they stood apart from each other, Avia smiled as she spoke,

“It's been a long time Integra. Heard you needed some help. How can I help you?”

Avia watched as Integra gave her a slight smirk. In that instance, two friends would once more work together to put down an enemy that was once slumbing in the dark. As well as the vampire that would come to help move the cogs into place.

(Here is chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it! I promise the next chapter will have Alucard!)

[rennsdeaddoves]

Introducing something new. A guide.

here we go again kiddos! buckle up, it's gonna be a long one!

so i had a poll out a few days ago (that I have since deleted) and it had several options of fanfiction's i had wanted to introduce to my blog, and the two with the most votes would have been introduced. i was planning on keeping the poll up for three days but two day's in and i only had 13 votes. so i sent out a new one asking if you wanted descriptions to the fics and ya'll said yes. so here we go.

this guide will always be up and linked in my pinned post, so you never had to fear about losing it. if and when i make more fics I'll update the list, and I will always refer to this list/guide when i wanna introduce a new fic to the blog.

before we begin though i have a rating system for my fics, i like to write dark so i have a scale;

it's not bad but- = it’s light, not much gore maybe some trauma for spice. But otherwise technically could be 13+ (not including smut) at best

Trauma o’clock = it gets worse. 16+ (not including smut) more trauma and gore for the characters and in the story

wounded dove = it’s pretty bad. But not to the point of dead dove. But still pretty bad.

Our doves are rotting = dead dove do not eat all the way, it’s a gore fest in here. Morals we don’t know her.

if you see ✅ beside a fic or series title, i have added it to my blog already.

I'll colour code the list, so the colours that the ratings are will correspond with the rating of the fic, ight? ight. and if a title is still white then the rating is undecided.

i'll be tackling the solo fic's first (the ones that are not part of a series) and then I will get to the series.

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The Will of Gods and Monsters - Hellsing Ultimate ✅

summary - what is the human will? The age-old argument is of whether humans have free will at all, but if you want to go deeper, what about the Gods we serve? And what of the monsters they create?

Father Alexander Anderson makes choices that hurt him, he fixes those choices and eradicates all love for anyone except God. Though it is debatable who his god is.

Aireth made a choice in her young life to explore the world and subsequently got tangled up with a Lord by the name of Vlade Tempest, or Vlad the Impaler, she made an oath, by choice, and it continues to bite her in the ass even after she thinks she’s rid herself of it.

Finally, Abbadon. She seems to have no free will of her own, constantly controlled by the ones who took her as a child she never gets to make her own choices. Until she did, and the glass was broken.

It can be argued that humans have free will, Integra willingly killed her Uncle to save Hellsing, Walter willingly serves as her butler.

But what of the monsters under her control? Alucard, Aireth, Saris? What of the gods? Anderson, Seraph? Is their will their own?

the relationships in this fic are; Father Alexander Anderson x oc and the Captian x oc. this is a dead dove do not eat fic, there is human experimentation, nazi's (its Hellsing), lots of non-con/dub-con elements, attempted rape, and cannon-typical violence. this story is definitely not for the faint of heart but the characters I've made for it are super close to my heart and some of the best OC's I've made.

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Wait No Longer - Cult of the Lamb

gonna be honest this one doesn't have a description to it (it's not as developed as my other one lmao) but I do have vague ideas for it that a lot of my friends think are pretty interesting. it is a Narinder (the one who waits) x oc. and mainly takes place before lambert. idk the rating yet (haven't decided how dark i wanna go with it but it does have cult stuff in it) i'd likely put in in wounded dove

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And No One Saw It Coming - Puss in Boots the Last Wish

summary - Kitty and Perrito get to Puss while he is still stuck in the cave of souls, while death still hunts him down like a cat would a mouse, or a wolf would a cat. 

In the ensuing scuffle, the three find out that even Death can have a wish, and Goldie and Jack are dealt with, they actively seek Death out and ask if they can somehow help grant his wish. If they can help find who he longs to see again. 

Of course, Lobo scoffs at them. He’s a very busy wolf and doesn’t have the time for this, but something in the back of his mind won't stop gnawing at him and eventually he caves, Accepting the tabi’s offer for help. 

Lobo (death) x oc, there is manipulation, illness, and maybe more, this is actually one of the newer fic's i have created for the movie .

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Determination of the forsaken - Kung Fu Panda

again no summary (for some reason-) even though this fic is pretty old, but what I can tell you all is that a dragon falls from the heavens, Oogway finds her as her form changes to fit in the mortal world. it is a Tai Lung x oc, and the oc is trying to discover who she was before Oogway and Tai.

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This Never Ending Nightmare We Must Call Life - Little Nightmares  ✅

summary - the Maw was where they lived and where they were supposed to die. But fate had another idea and kept one alive. Those on the Maw named her Key as they thought she was the key to saving them all from this twisted world. However, a strange signal pulses in her head and she is drawn to the land, heading for a place with towering buildings and pale skies;

Key makes a journey that should have never been made in the first place.

guys.... there is so much manipulation and gaslighting in this fic... i was really in my gaslight era. BUT ANYWAY its a Thin Man x oc fic, super dark, i think there was some elements of dub-con, also major character deaths and suicidal ideation. all i know was that it was dark. but like Thin Man

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Let me give the world to you  ✅

Xeno sees how Goku interacts with Goten the omni-king decides that his gods need that joy in their lives as well. So under the order of their father, the grand priest and the omni-king the angel attendants go and find suitable children for their gods.

when Bulma catches wind of the situation is she quick to pull several older kids who had been absolutely screwed over by the foster system for Whis to look at. One girl who has bruises all over her face and looks like a walking corpse catches his eyes.

in which renn exposes the foster system through dbz lmao. there will be drug use, pedophilia, non-con, dud-con, crimes, and a lot of trauma. but our girl will heal, after all, its amazing what a child can grow into if given the proper care isn't it

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With Withered Wings and Broken Bones

Nightmare Before Christmas fic where Jack adopts a kid with major ptsd involving divorce and Sally is cheating on him. everything is a mess, Jack eventually becomes a really good dad and then Ooggie comes back for his revenge

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You Thirst for Blood from the Roses in Hand

totk Ganondorf x oc who was an un-named slave girl before shit went sideways, she got flung into the past with Zelda and somehow met the gerudo king before being taken as his servant and then proving herself a grater asset then she got flung back into the present and after getting a taste of freedom and power the murdering started

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now we get into the fanfiction series, so these all contain more than one fic, and if the fics have descriptions I'll put em in.

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Set in Sand but not in Stone - Encanto

*gasp* a green title!!! who new i had the balls to write something like this!!! (lol)

fic one; How to Survive While Seeing the Future - a guide by Bruno Madrigal

summary - Growing up in the Encanto is all he has ever known, there was no outside world, just the small, but still large, home that they were slowly building. There were many kids their age or just a little younger in the community now that it was growing so well, but none stood out more to Bruno Madrigal than Mariposa Lucia Neva. And of course, his two sisters always noticed.

fic two; This Little Miracle of Mine

this fic doesn't have a summary but it involves the actual movie and Bruno and Mariposa have a child.

obv Bruno Madrigal x oc, and guy's looking back at the discord chats for this thing it is cute and mmmmmm. its just a lil trauma sprinkled here and there but the hurt comfort is hurt comforting.

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Creature Series - Moon Knight  ✅

fic one - Haunted by a Darker Side

summary - The Gods were never reliable in any sense for Nem. her mother prayed and believed but she never did, she thought it was a waste of time and took matters into her own hands. Unfortunately taking things into your own hands will often get you into much more trouble than it's truly worth. 

It was only when Nem really feared for her life that she prayed for the first time, it was only after running from guards with the shiver of the Pharaoh’s last words running through her mind, the moon clear above her as she lay dying in the sand that she truly prayed.  

“Oh Lord Khonshu, god of the moon, Protector of the travellers of the night. Please protect my mother and brothers in my absence, watch over them when I could not.  I beg of you if you are real please, please do this, I'm sorry I never believed or worshipped. I offer the rest of myself to you if you can do this one thing for me-”

What Nem was not expecting was a response to her prayer; 

“Why don’t you protect them yourself? It would be a shame to die on a nice night like this. Allow me to keep you alive Nem of Iken”

She should have known there would be strings attached to that offer… 

fic two - Transcends to Walking in the Light

summary - Nem would not let Khonshu be turned to stone, so with Anubis’ help, she announced that she was with child, a new god or goddess of the Ennead. Khonshu must live to raise the child, as Nem would not be able to handle it on her own unless they wanted a rouge god on their hands. 

Begrudgingly they agree, freeing her God, but this freedom comes at a price. 

“You must marry Khonshu, we cannot have a god be born naturally out of wedlock.” 

At least it didn’t need to be conceived within wedlock- but these terms are easily agreed to by both parties. Now the next chapter of Nem’s patronage to Khonshu begins, 

With her as his Queen. 

fic three- And Slowly I'm Recovering

summary - Most agree that on any given night the moon is beautiful, it always has been and always will be. So why was it that Casper could never face it? Did it have something to do with a past she didn’t want to relive and a personal mission that had yet to be completed? Yes, yes it did. But she is too stubborn to admit that aloud. 

So when she gets mixed up with a nice fellow named Steven Grant and his life, her past with the moon god Khonshu comes to a head. And what she's been running from all this time is right in front of her, she just needs to face it with the honour she once had. 

fic four - The Beauty of Discovering

no summary but domestic fluff and chaos ensues.

GUYS I HAD THE BIGGEST BRAIN WHEN COMMING UP WITH THESE NAMES ON GOD I DID!!! if you haven't listened to the song Creature by Half Alive then what are you doing with your life?? anyway these titles come from the end of that song (it is one of my faves) and the lyrics describe what it happening sooooo well!!! i was so fucking proud of myself

anyway this is a Khonshu x oc, there is some pretty shitty stuff that happens in each of the fics that warrant the rating i have given it, but its not to the point that it's dead dove.

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have you heard the golden records? series - Transformers Bayverse

there are five fic's for the five movies, and the rating is split because one of the fic's has human experimentation and two of them have child abuse (maybe three) i only have the summary for the first fic, and while each fic covers a movie in the franchise it also covers a lot more, like the before's and afters of the movies, the fallouts we never get to see.

fic one - MESSENGER

summary - Up to this point life has not been kind to Ezra Rhett, but she manages in her own way and actually maybe made some good friends in the form of the Witwicky family. When Sam gets his first car and it apparently steels itself she’s the first person he’s calling, the next day when Giant metal beings show themselves to them all in a back alley and ask Sam to save the world she’s already had enough. 

But that pleading look in his eyes has her reluctantly agreeing to go, and very quickly she realizes it would be a cold day in hell if she ever let these kids go through this alone. 

Optimus Prime has a similar thought process when he realized how young the humans helping his team were. He is glad that Ezra decided to stay and help her young friends not for herself but for their safety. The Autobot leader also keeps his eyes on them, he doesn’t need any of the humans helping them get hurt along the way. 

Though sometimes he finds himself being pulled by the Look in her eyes. 

Fic two; Voyager Fic three; Apollo 11 Fic four; Pathfinder Fic five; Interstellar

Optimus prime x oc because yes. somehow i made the oc a half-human, half cybertronian in a non-cringe way. like me and my significant other literally discussed the biochemistry of how this could all work. there are paragraphs of messages of my friends and i talking about this. so it's safe to say, smut will happen in a natural way (without that holo form bs)

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Rust can be Fatal - Undertale / Transformers Prime crossover

fic one - It Had to be You

summary - Cybertron was a stagnant planet, it had been since the collapse of the space bridges, no, likely since the fall of the thirteen. But it was all about to change, A Gladiator named Megatrounus would make sure of it. 

This, however, is not his story, this is the tale of another, one who called herself Seadrift and later Moray. She was the bot to bring Megatron back to his true ideals and the one to plunge him into a rage so deep it consumed all of Cybertron. 

She was also the one to make an impact on Monster kind, after all, it was the Monster’s who accepted her and the humans who shunned her. When war broke out all over again in her new home, Seadrift was going to be sure it didn’t end with her getting sent away from the ones she loved, not again. So she took up arms against the humans and fought for monster kind, just like she had for Megatron so long ago. 

fic two - The Reason I'm Alive

this one doesn't have a description but it's from Megatron and Seadrift's kid pov and it gets brutal (i think i have a scene where they saw off their own leg with fishing line)

Megatron x oc and eventually I make Megatron a dad (listen ya'll will eventually see that i have a thing for taking villans and making them single dads to daughter and have them absolutely dote on them)

does that have something to do with my daddy issues. maybe??

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THERE!!! the list is complete (for now) i will add as i do more, (i have tones more fics but these are the ones i feel the most comfortable with sharing/ the ones that are the most thought out) more will def be added later on, so check back whenever ya feel like it and don't be afraid to comment on any of them, i will appreciate all comments.