#Vampire Hunter D X Reader

[just-some-user-hunny]

Vampire hunter D and Hellsing Alucard fighting over the same darling

I'm going to have to take some creative liberties and ignore some canon material for this to somewhat work, due to the difference in vampire rules and whatnot in each respective lore and world-building, but this idea was too fun to pass on. I think a dynamic between the two would be so entertaining- seeing as they are both Eldrich horrors in their own respect, yet so different. both are complex characters with many layers to them, so I hope I gave them justice with this.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading! . ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Their rivalry is inevitable. D has sworn to spend the rest of his days slaughtering the undead- and Alucard is possibly the strongest of his prey as of yet. They are alike, but not- two of a kind, who share the same shadow and bloodlust.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Alucard is both immensely curious and irked by the vampire hunters existence. A being that is not dead, nor alive. A creature born from both the undead and living. A dhampir.

D is something of a worldly curiosity to him- how can such a thing exist? Throughout all of Alucard's un-life has he witnessed such a being. It both fills him with awe, and unrest.

The complexity has even himself spiraling into an unrestful haze- because finally. A rival. A true rival. A being that has the redeeming quality of a semblance of humanity. He can see right through the dhampir- that sorrow and loneliness and regret is so human. So raw, and unabashedly hidden with shame. What a solemn moping creature D is... Interesting.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ D is troubled by the vampire king. A monster whom resembles the likeness of Dracula- a twisted shadow of his own father, a being from another timeline, who mocks him with his mere existence. Just being in the same vicinity as him makes his blood boil and stomach churn in disgust. Knowing that this violent blood hungering beast is yearning for you makes him sick. The implications that if he fails, and you fall into the monster's claws, that another dhampir may possibly be brought into its wretched existence is simply something he cannot allow.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ The two clash in every possible way- yet align in every possible way. Like a dark twisted duet. Like a shadow clashing with a shadow. It shouldn't be. Two beings having met behind the veil- a veil that should have never been pieced. They glare at one another in the shadows of your footsteps, constantly watching with bated breath.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧The dynamic of being caught between the crossfire of the two horrors beyond the veil is a restless nightmare- yet an enveloping dream. It doesn't feel...real. To be yearned over by these two men monsters is an enigma of itself, and you've inevitably become the taut rope between an endless tug of war. Back and fourth, back and fourth, neither breaking sweat nor losing their footing. Clashing blades, explosive bullets, the silver of guns and swords glinting in the moonlight. Spilt blood, open wounds, unrestrained ferocity. There is no hunter or prey in this dynamic- their very strength teeters on the edge of a blade-steady yet, wavering. All that is established is that they have both set their claim. And neither are willing to give up.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Their motives are simple, yet complex like entangled string. Red and black thread ensnaring you till you are but a meager little morsel struggling in the spiders web. D wants to eradicate Alucard- rid the earth of his bloodied existence. The very personification of self-preservation and fear of death taken in the form of something bloody and full of hunger has no right to belong in this world. It should be laid to rest.

You, poor little human, are an unexpected obstacle of both himself- and his prey. You're the flesh caged in the bear trap- the butterfly in the web, the pretty patisserie cake on a porcelain platter. He's the jarring metal teeth, the descending spider, the glinting cutlery.

He's a parasite who attached itself to an unsuspecting human- who has no say in the matter. Either you love him, endure him, or despise him, it doesn't matter. He's sunk his teeth into you and won't let go- always in your shadow.

D is a hunter. That's all he has left for himself. He can at least do this favour for both himself, and you. If you call for Alucard's name, it is not enough to deter him. You don't know any better, you can't. You don't know the extent of this horror. You never shall. Never should.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Alucard is frustratingly simple- yet simply complicated. You are a human who's ensnared his interest- his curiosity and fascination. He wants you, all of you. Your voice...your breath...the smell of your skin...your thoughts and dreams and fears. He wants all of it. He's selfish and hungry, and you are the soothing balm to his wounds. He admits he's a monster- a monster that can only hunger and obsess, he has no shame in that. He accepted he's irredeemable long ago- an attack dog, a weapon, something to command and leash for the sake of numbing the boredom and insanity of everlasting existence. He needs motive. Reasoning. Distraction. And you are the best distraction he could ask for.

He's caught in the swing of finding this hunter's endeavours amusing and annoying.

Leave him be, let him enjoy this last thing. Then he may have his spill of blood.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Regardless of the madness- it can come in useful for your own sake of survival. You'll never have to worry about being harmed whilst under the watchful eyes of not only Alucard, the no life king, but the Dhampir hunter, D. It is the one thing that they can seem to agree and find truce over. They are content to slaughter the vile beasts that dare to think they can harm a hair on your head, casting aside their rivalry to kill together. Their protection is priceless in a world filled with danger- not even the wealthiest of people could pay a price to ensure such safety.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ those dynamic is full of banter and jeering- Alucard most often the initiator. How can he help himself? This enigma of a being is so ripe and ready for the teasing and prodding. Something that is half monster, half human... It shouldn't be. An abomination as much as himself. Although he shares his hatred through his own twisted morals, the hatred towards lowly vampires who do not abide by nature and kill monstrously with no goal or end- that disgusts him. His respect for the hunter draws a fine line between mutual respect- and despair for his existence.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ "You're disgusted with yourself? As you should be. All creatures of the night deserve nothing. Useless beasts"

"You realise you speak of yourself, Nosferatu"

"How witty of you to clue on. You should know better, do you feel the weight of existence? Isn't it crushing? Yes...it is, isn't it..."

"..."

"For someone who is half human, you are certainly as silent as the dead-"

"Enough."

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ D is... Often wavering with his control around you. Beyond the soft nonchalant veil that he drapes himself with, internally he often finds himself holding back his insatiable bloodlust. You'd probably never guess- by how tamed and calm he is, through both his slow methodic actions and lulling voice- but every part of him is yearning to taste you.

He's not proud of it- ashamed, is the best way to describe it. It's something he's intent on you never discovering- lest you fear him, God forbid. Pain and fear are things he never wants to stir in you from his own doing. He's not the monster who hides under your bed- not the frightening creature who lurks in shadow, hunting for blood. He's more than that, he likes to believe. There's a part of him that regains precious humanity.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Alucard however isn't a creature who can be swayed easily with the scent of blood- his experience and self control has far surpassed his mindless animalistic bloodlust. Despite the way that he is, He's not one to become lost in a mindless haze- eager to snatch you up and shake you around with your throat in his jaws like he was some depraved starving animal. Although the scent or sight of your blood does utter some excitement out of him, he's never one to act upon it. He'll simply stare at you knowingly, smiling softly and offering to bandage wherever you are hurting. he'll be more than happy to lick the wound.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ You can imagine the taunting this no-life king has in store for the vampire hunter, watching with smug amusement as this halfling struggles to keep his drool in his mouth just from the mere scent of you. It’s adorable. Pathetic.

He loves taunting the hunter- playing with you like a cat pawing gently at a mouse, to see what kind of reaction he can summon out of this nonchalant creature. His lack of response always irks the vampire, so watching him grow annoyed and angry just for merely being too close to you? Oh it’s bliss.

Alucard loves to stray closer- closer and closer, pushing his luck, all under the watchful eye of the hunter. He’s more keen to touch and caress you like this- like a lion with a lamb, towering over you frightfully as you stand there sweetly and innocently in his claws. As if he were playing with his food. Rest assured you'll never be his food, but that shouldn't damper his fun regarding toying with the naive hunter.

You’ll become surely equated with the Eldritch horror of a man swallowing you up in his shadow- standing closer than necessary. Your back practically flushed against his torso, as large gloved hands gently pet and caress you like you were some pretty little thing to fawn over. It doesn’t matter how you react. Either you tremble and swallow anxiously as your throat is swallowed up his palm- his fingertip dragging softly over the skin to trace the hollow in your throat, unsure and confused- or you may simply stand still and allow your loyal hound of a vampire preen and coo over you with patient endurance. It’s not your response Alucard is after, although it doesn’t hurt to enjoy it, but D’s.

He wants his anger.

His jealousy.

His envy.

For D, the sight of your delicate neck in the hands of Alucard is something that never fails to make his stomach lurch in fury. He’ll glare wordlessly at the vampire mutt- his own blood red eyes simmering like boiling viscera as he clutches his own aching throat.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ I know very well how tempting they he’ll say with his eyes, the deep pleased hum rumbling in his chest like a content beast as he tenderly strokes the delicate skin above your artery. Feeling it pump quickly beneath his fingertips, as his eyes glint with amusement at the dhampir’s simmering anger.

See how I can be so near, so close to touch them whilst you salivate and struggle like a starving dog. A dog. That’s what you are.

D could rip him a new one if you weren’t so in the line of fire.

God, this guy's one smug asshole huh D.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ That is not to say that Alucard is the only petty one, because D is just as bad. he can be worse.

It is not unusual for the Dhampir to snatch you away and keep you tucked safely beneath the shelter of his cape- keeping you swallowed up in billowing fabric, nestling you close to his side or ribcage. Silently-softly- he’ll extend his arm out welcomingly, draping his cape open for you to hide if you so please. Please. It is the safest place for you in his eyes, swaddled safely from sight nor scent- with you so swallowed up in his clothes and stature, your pretty scent is masked with his. Practically bathing you in it. All you can do is keep up with his strides as his hand settles securely upon your shoulder, keeping you tucked into his side whenever you walk together.

Look D, as much as I like seeing this assholes face prune up, I'd like our body to stay intact. Hey, are you even listening?

So you can image the irk and seething jealousy that burns like hellfire in Alucards vermillion glare as D unveils you to the vampire king- your form nestled close to him, wrapped up in the safe recluse of the dhampir’s cape. That halfling abomination has rubbed off all your scent and his.

The nerve.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ It's safe to say that they both become clingy in their efforts to claim possession of you no matter how much D refuses the concept of possessing you, they both know deep inside that's what he yearns for with his lonely dead heart.

So be prepared to be clung to by these two towering children of the night. Alucard pressing himself to you like a touch starved dog, possessive and enveloping. His gloved hands resting upon your shoulders or idly stroking your head/jaw/neck. If not in your shadow, he's by your heel- the tip of his own polished shoes brushing against your heel.

He does it so unnaturally fitting. His large hand curling around your jaw, tilting your head up to wipe something off your face. He could so easily crush you, but that thought never comes to fruition in his mind. or he may drape his arm over your shoulder, his gun bracing against your chest like a makeshift shield. (Or perhaps a little empty threat to make your heart skip a little in your chest). He loves how much it winds the Dhampir up.

"Get that thing off her, if you know what's good for you."

"I don't, you see"

"Off."

"What's wrong? You surely don't think I'd hurt her to you? She's my dear little human, Dhampir. Mine"

"She's not yours, or anyone's."

"Is that so."

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ Both are eager to claim the spot to reside in your shadow- both literally and metaphorically. They share the same inevitable fate of losing you to time- so they are insatiably eager to take their fill of life from you. To have the pleasure of watching you grow old and silver, front row seats of your existence- if you will. It is unspoken, the sorrow. It’s a lengthy pause that’ll always settle between them; both fully aware, but not strong enough to say it out loud. It all but makes it too real. Alucard is full of pretty poetry when it comes to the concept of losing you- always grinning and wistfully lamenting how full and easy he’d make life for you, but internally there’s a pit of anger and sorrow inside him that’s festers like rotting fruit. Sweet and syrupy, but spoiled and repulsive. These emotions only come to surface through silent lingering glances of softened expressions, which always throw you off. They’re quiet and contemplate, and for once you don’t feel like a yummy morsel under his watch. You’re something to be mourned and cherished. This deep sadness that dwells hidden in his garnet hued irises.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ D is just as in much sorrow, and that is something that the two creatures of night can fall into agreement with. Immortality is a curse, not something one should wish to possess.

D does not keen to dwell too deeply into the concept of your demise- no matter how peaceful it’ll be. Every smile-line and pretty wrinkle upon your face serves as a reminder to him. He will forever remain porcelain- his hair will remain deep mahogany, whilst you turn silver and frail. Reminding him of how fragile you are- how privileged you are. Still- he is silent with his emotions. Like carved marble set into a beautiful and gaunt expression, never will he show anger or jealousy. He cannot bring himself to bear it.

As long as you are safe and cherished, that is all he can wish for.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ their fight for claim can go on and on, scrabbling for a secure footing in the game they've been began- with no means to an end to finish. They are both strong, no matter how endurable D is- nor how many levels of his own power that Alucard unleashes, there's always a standstill. D could be near shredded ribbons of flesh and fabric, but he'll still stand. Alucard could be standing tall in his armour from his days of impaling and bloody reign, and he'd still be toe to toe with the Dhampir. It's infuriating for the both of them. There must be only one victor, one to take their stead in the shadow of your existence. But it's never ending.

This isn't about simple rivalry anymore. It's a neverending duel between themselves, eager to win or die. Death would be a privilege if not for your own place in the matter. They can't die yet, not whilst you are still breathing.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ you'll be caught in the crossfire of possession and duty, desire and a twisted version of love. It is for you to bear witness to, So don't look away.

[shomatoriashi]

09/15/24; 02:30pm

vampire hunter d x human!fem.reader

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

it was such a mystery why this mysterious man chose you as his sole place of solace. your meeting with him was nothing short of fate, with the thought of it all remaining as a shining memory within the depths of your mind.

you were working a late shift at your local saloon, serving several cups of beer to the patrons all while ignoring the leering glances all the men were giving you.

you lost count of the sheer amount of times the drunkards had grasped at the ends of your skirt or wrapped an arm around your waist, their breath heavy with the lingering scent of alcohol that you had to bite back your words of protests. not wishing to cause a scene, you spend the next 6 hours biting back your words while forcing a smile.

later that night, you were free to return home, carrying with you a small pouch that contained the measly amount you had earned from working. feeling so exhausted, you remain completely unaware of how a man hidden in the shadows was stalking your every move.

upon reaching your quaint little home just near the outskirts of your town, you suddenly felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck. your reaction was a little too late when you see a man coming closer to you. his face was flushed red while his greasy hands fumbled with the waistband of his pants.

“you’re such a whore… prancing around the saloon like that, acting like you can’t even see me.”

a whimper escapes from you, and you attempt to run away from him, with your home settled just beyond the cobblestone walls. pushing your legs forward, heart threatening to choke you with its rapid palpitations with your calves burning, you reach out-

only to fall forward when the powerful stench of beer fills your nostrils, gagging you as tears fell from your eyes. your back lands against the cold, unforgiving ground, the drunkard already gripping at the lace fabric of your bodice, ready to tear the flimsy material off of you.

“p-please, don’t, i-i’ll give you all of my earnings! j-just- mph!”

you struggle and continued to gag, tasting the bitter alcohol from his lips, writhing beneath him as you struggled to kick him off of you. just when you felt his legs spreading yours apart, the man suddenly slumps forward-

bringing with him an overpowering scent of blood.

you felt sick to your stomach, realizing the drunkard was now lifeless as his blood slowly began to seep into your dress. something slender and bright catches your attention. your gaze follows it, realizing that it was a slender sword that was quickly being dislodged from the man’s back.

your savior was a tall, yet pale men dressed in all black. his stallion seemed to suit this man, letting out soft huffs as its hooves tamped down against the ground.

you look away from the horse and chose to focus on its master, your heart racing, meeting the dark eyes and pale face of that man. the wide brim of his traveler's hat obscures half of his face, yet he seemed intrigued by you, angling his chin ever so slightly so that he could get a better look at you.

you end up letting out a gasp upon seeing him. an impossibly pale yet sharp face looks down at you, his eyes reminding you of a pure, moonless night. rich, brown locks of hair was seen reaching down to the ends of his back, and you notice how his thin lips remained set in a straight line. he appeared nonchalant as his eyes continue to take you in.

“she’s a pretty young thing… but don’t you think you’re scarin’ her a bit, d?”

d? was that his name? and where was that gruff voice coming from?

the man, d, clenches his left hand shut, muffling that strange voice while continuing to look down at you.

“are you alright?”

his voice was soft, yet… achingly comforting to you. his beauty matched that of the night. you forgot all about the drunk man that was settled next to you-

but end up stiffening when the awful stench of urine fills at the air. you turn your face away, already feeling the contents within your stomach swirling around, threatening to escape from your throat when a hand scoops you into his arms.

you let out a gasp, allowing d’s scent to fill your senses (a great distraction from the scent of death the drunkard had exuded.) he smelled like fresh rain and wildflowers, a scent that you eagerly breathed in as you found yourself pressing the tip of your nose against the side of his neck.

d stiffens at your sudden touch, but maintains his calm demeanor, “where do you live?”

his question breaks you out of your reveries, making the heat dye your cheeks in response when you show him your cottage on top of the hill. “that cottage is my home.”

the man shows no visible signs of acknowledging your answer, yet gently coaxes his stallion toward the hill that lead up to your cottage. you remain safely tucked within the man’s arms, somehow wishing that this moment won’t ever end.

yet your homecoming seemed inevitable the moment the horse stops directly in front of your home. d was the first to get off, his boots landing against the ground while offering a hand out to you. you nod and place your hand in his, shivering at the cold sensation felt against your skin.

coming safely back down on the ground, you began to feel even more flustered upon realizing how much taller d was than you. he continues watching you, with your arms crossed over your chest as you reached into your pouch to pull out a single key. the moment you slot the key into your door, you hear d straddling his horse once more. not brave enough to face him, you call out to him,

“mister d?”

the sounds of hooves clopping against the ground stops momentarily, and you knew then that d had every intention to listen to what you had to say.

you face him once more, seeing d look at you from his periphery. “if you ever need a place to stay, please, come find me. it’s the least i can do for you since… since you saved me.”

d says nothing, yet spends several seconds looking back at you. he continues staring at you, as if wishing to memorize your every feature before finally turning away from you, his stallion already taking great strides down the hill.

that was how your first meeting with him went, and despite your kindness and how you truly wished to see him again, you didn’t think the man would take you up on such an offer-

yet, you were proven wrong several months later, when a storm had hit your town and you heard several faint knocks against your door. upon answering, you were shocked to see d standing before you, his left hand wrapped in a bandage as his stallion took refuge from the rain while remaining beneath the trees.

you purse your lips, remaining silent as you stepped aside to let him in. you were afraid to speak, truly fearing that if you said something, then it would make him change his mind and he would end up leaving you. as he steps into the house, the gentle drizzle of rain was all that could be heard. if you didn’t feel small during the time where you had first met him, then you certainly felt small now, watching as d towers over you while in the seemingly cramped space of your cottage.

he takes off his hat, his hair still dripping with the lingering raindrops. his eyes take in the sight of your quaint home, and he sees the table that holds a wooden bowl filled with stew along with a loaf of bread.

“ah, my apologies! are you hungry, sir?”

d shakes his head, “i’m fine, just a glass of water will suffice.”

you nod, feeling your heart begin to race as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from your pitcher. you place the cup on the table, watching as d takes a seat before place two, burgundy capsules inside of it.

you sit across from him, going back to eating your dinner without tasting anything. d gently swirls the capsules within the water, not stopping until the water turns crimson red, carrying with it the lingering scent of iron.

your appetite was slowly diminishing, heart still pounding when you watch d drain the cup of the blood-like liquid dry. you continue looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him. d returns your gaze and softly asks, “does this bother you?”

a shiver runs down your spine, your mind screaming at you that d was no ordinary man-

yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reject this mysteriously elusive man.

so, you ignore the rationality of your mind and settle with following your heart, shaking your head while admitting to him, “it doesn’t bother me, not even in the slightest.”

a flash of something was seen across his dark eyes, and you saw it glimmer with an unknown emotion, one that you were too scared to truly identify. you watch as d stands from his seat, his strides being able to reach you within seconds.

he towers over you, and you felt his long, slender hands caressing at your cheek. you lean in closer to him, ignoring the lingering coldness felt against his skin.

“d…”

his name falls from your parted lips, filled with yearning as it was enough to make his tranquil façade slip. suddenly, d’s arms were felt wrapping around your form, bringing your body closer to his as his lips sought its sanctuary with yours.

soft moans came from you, your nipples going hard against the sheer material of your nightgown when d presses you even closer to him. sharp canines gently tease against your bottom lip, and you realized that such a trait was what gave his identity away-

“vampire…?” you breathlessly whisper against d’s lips, earning a subtle head shake from him.

“dhampir.” he gently corrects you before claiming your lips once more, already picking up your body as he lead you back inside the comfort of your room. not caring about the consequences, you shamelessly cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the cold leather of his pants surround your inner thighs, causing you to shiver in response.

you were breathless by the time d gently sets you back on top of the bed. his expression remains unreadable, yet the way his long fingertips gently traces across the expanse of your skin (the touch remaining oh so reverent) was more than enough proof of his desires for you.

he gently pushes aside the sheer material of your nightie, leaving you bare for his eyes. d seems captivated by the sight of your nakedness, his gaze darkening ever so slightly before traveling down your form. settling himself between your legs, you felt the way d’s cold breath breathe in the scent of your aching core, a soft groan escaping from his lips.

keeping your legs spread wide open, the dhampir places his thin lips against your sensitive flower, darting his tongue inside of you as he tastes your honeyed sweetness. your moans fill at the air, allowing your back to arch against your bed. pants and moans echo throughout the room, and just feeling d’s gentle ministrations against you makes you slowly lose your mind.

due to never experiencing such pleasures before, you felt something snap within your abdomen, filling you with the first pinpricks of pleasure. d drinks up all you had to offer with a gentle hum, using his tongue to trace at your outer lips before moving away from you.

you were in a daze now, becoming dimly aware of the shifting of belts and fabric. you watch as d’s pale body glows from beneath the dying candlelight, his dark hair cascading down his muscular back. your mouth turns dry, unable to believe that such a beautiful creature was going to be yours-

if only for tonight.

d rejoins you in bed, laying across your body as he wraps your legs around his waist. the tip of his hardened cock continues to collect at the evidence of your release, tracing around its borders as you let out a sigh in response. as if knowing that this would be your first (and last) time with a man, d takes a hold of your hand and gently enters your slick heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you wince, your breasts heaving as you struggled to take in the sheer size of him. as tears were felt dotting your vision, d focuses his attention on your chest, his cool lips already wrapping themselves around your hardened nipple. you let out a gasp at the sudden sensation, moaning while delving your fingers into his hair.

only when he was completely sheathed inside of you did he finally stop moving, busying himself with the taste of your skin, greedily sucking at your breast. not knowing how much time had passed, you figured d had the patience of a saint, not even daring to move as he allowed your body to get used to the sensation of his cock filling you up.

your legs felt like they were turning numb, and as you adjusted your legs, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure coursing through you. your breathing becomes labored, nails already gripping at d’s biceps as you begged him to move.

he hums, somehow able to switch positions as he was left sitting on the bed, still remaining connected to you. from this position, you were able to control the pace, your head seeming to spin. a ghost of a smile was seen gracing d’s features, and you settle both hands against his broad chest before slowly moving your slick heat up and down his cock.

your movements were sloppy and uneven, serving as evidence of your inexperience. looking down to where your body was connected with his, you could see the spot of blood over his cock, making you tremble in response.

d hisses when you began to bounce against him at an even faster pace, with you biting down on your bottom lip so harshly that it was close to drawing blood. the pleasure you felt was so intense-

so all consuming that you lost all of your inhibitions.

“d…” you gasp, lips already seeking his as you kissed him deeply, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking already taking over your senses. his grunts were the final push that you needed to reach your completion, climaxing against him when you still your hips and swallowed the entirety of his cock.

you felt the clear liquids of your release travel down his shaft, your broken moans filling at the air when d’s cock was felt twitching deep inside of you, shooting his seed deep within your womb as you fell against him.

your mind becomes hazy, feeling d press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before laying down. the rain had simmered down to a light drizzle, and you bask in the gentle sounds of its droplets, feelings your eyes grow heavier while still in d’s embrace. upon feeling his lips against your hair, you allowed your body to succumb to its exhaustion, keeping the memory of the pleasure d had given you as a means to lead you towards a peaceful slumber.

you lost track of time of how long you had been sleeping, never once rousing from your slumber until the sunlight was felt hitting at the back of your eyelids.

the warmth of the sunlight manages to awaken you from your slumber, and when you gently moved your hand across the bed, you felt a crushing disappointment at how d had left you once more. not wishing to open your eyes while bearing witness to the empty side of your bed, you allowed your daydreams to take over, willing the image of his beautiful body to remain within your mind’s eye-

yet when your fingertips felt the soft sensation of petals from beneath your hand, you opened your eyes with a gasp. with the morning light painting your room in pastel hues, you take in the sight of a lone, white lily settled on the pillow where d once lay.

your heart hammers within your chest as you slowly sit up in bed. with gentle movements, you gingerly held the lovely flower within your hand, using its petals to caress at your cheek as you imagined it was your beloved dhampir gently caressing you with the back of his hand…

and despite how d never once announced his departure or spoke a word to you-

you knew that he would return.

end notes: d is so my type, someone send h e l p 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[moon-heart22]

Warning: Smut under the cut, blood, mention of blood, p in v, breeding K!ng, passionat s!x, mention of dying, hand talking

In general if you want to read it read it but i have warned you

D was always silent around you. Your vampire friend who hunted other vampires was always quite. You are a human but still you could fight really good. D is only half vampire so you don't find it that strange that he hunts vampires. But today, you realised something was wrong.

D and you we're on a mission and you got hurt while you hunted this vampire down. Well D got crazy and killed the vampire, cutting his head of blood all over him. Even left hand was suprised by his action.

Now you two sat by a fire and you felt D's look at you. „You can't be with me anymore, you will get more hurt If you stay with me.“, D tells you. You looked shocked and you heard left hand mutter something but D digs his nails into his palms. „What?! Why are you saying this?“, you ask him. D looks away and avoids your gaze. You see that he clearly hurts himself and left hand because his nails must dig so hard into his palm that they bleed a little.

„D...i am fine. Nothing will happen to me again i promise“, you whisper. You take his hand so he stops hurting himself and wrap your arm around him. At first he tries to press you away but eventually he gives in. It doesn't take long for him to wrap his hands tightly around you. His head tightly pressed against you neck and you felt it getting wet. D cried. The strong hunter who always had the best poker face on, cried.

You felt the air leaving your lungs because he was pressing you to tightly against him. „I got so angry when the vampire hurt you...I believed for one second he killed you...this made me so angry...not only was i angry at the vampire, but also on myself because i couldn't protect you...“, he cries his heart out.

You blush because you feel that in someway he confesed that he felt a little more than just friendship. „Finally...while you cry your heart out to her you could also tell her about your dreams-“, begann left hand to say. He was stopped by D and you could tell he was a little stiff now. D's eyes looked into yours and they were full of need.

„What dreams?“, you asked him. Of course left hand tells everything D is not jet ready to tell but today it seems like the whole facade he build is down and that only for you. He placed his hand on your chest. He defenitly could feel your heart racing underneath. His face moves closer to yours and you could see his fangs when he opened his mouth a little.

„I...i hold you in my arms and we are bonded...your eyes are drunk with passion...your hands in my hair and my mouth pressed against your neck...my fangs slowly grazing your skin...our movements getting more lustfull“, he whispers hungrily. His eyes are drunk with lust and you see his pale cheeks getting a light shade of red. He probably realised what he just said and he wants to free himself from your arms.

You hold him tight and push him down so you're now lying on top of him. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise. Now that you are on top of him he can't really do a thing against it or at least he doesn't want to. „Please don't push me away. I want to be with you...and make your dreams and wishes true. Please...please“, you beg him.

Left hand laughs but D and you ignore him. D's hands move up to cup your face and he pulls you down. His eyes slowly close and his lips crash against yours. You moan against his lips, D's hips buck against yours. He gently bites down your lips, he is careful though. He doesn't want to make you bleed, he swor himself not to drink any blood. Your tongue licks over his lips and he opens his mouth so you can explore it with your tongue.

You start to grind your hips against his, which causes him to groan. You feel his dick grow in his pants and wonder how it will feel If it is inside of you. „I can't believe you are that horny“, left hand complains. Even If left hand complains you also hear lust in his voice. D roles you over and starts to remove your clothes. „You look so beautiful“, he groans.

His lips crash against your neck and he places his left hand on top of your breast. You gasp in surprise when you feel something sucking your nipple. It licks and bites and you start to feel heated. D's other hand moves between your legs. He parts your folds and stops for a second to look at you, when he is sure you want it he inserts one finger and starts to rub your clit with his thumb. His lips crash against yours and you moan into it.

Your legs start to shake and D touches every right spot with his finger inside of you. He drives you wild. Left hand sucks on your nipple so hard you now youre going to be blue and purple there tomorrow. „D i am-“, you moan and throw your head back. He picks up the pace and starts to kiss down your neck to your free breast and takes his time with that one.

You scream out his name and cum on his finger. He pulls it out and licks of the nectar that is on his fingers. „You taste just perfect my dear“, he whispers hungrily. He get's up and looks down at you. He frees himself from his clothes and stands naked infront of you. His cock hard and needy for attention. His tip leaking precum. He kneels down to you and kisses you gently on his your lips. His tongue leaving salvia on your mouth. He flips you onto your stomach and lifts up your hips.

He covers his tip with your cum and rubs it all over his cock. You moan when you feel his tip pressing against your hole. „Please D, please i need you“, you beg him. It doesn't take long for him to do what you want. With one swift thrust he is inside of you. It feels so fucking good. He starts to pound into you from behind, his nails digging into your soft flesh. Skin slapping against skin. You moan so much you feel like a whore because of it. But you know youre not a whore for him, you know that he loves you.

„Fuck this feels so perfect, you feel even better than i imagend“, he growls drunkly. Your walls clench around his cock, you feel the pleasure building inside of you again. If he continues like this youre going to cum again. He pulls you up so he can kiss you while still slamming into you. Left hand creedely suck on your breast again and D moans against your lips. His thrust become more sloppy and you know he is going to cum soon.

„I love you...i love you“, he whispers and kisses you harder. You moan his name and reach your second climax. Your walls milking his cock. He pounds faster into you and with one final thrust he shots his seed into your womb. You feel it coating your walls. He breaks the kiss and his hand moves to your belly. „What would you think If i put a baby...inside of you?“, he asks you.

You feel your face getting red and get shy but now it's to late. He probably has decided that it will happen but deep down you didn't mind. After all you loved him. Your D.

Hope you enjoyed it and If not go read something else. As always fuck spelling mistakes.

[wreathofblood]

What would this be like in a relationship with Greylancer;

●He's not the type to say "I love you", he prefers to show it. When you're sick, he'll stay by your side until you get better.

●Greylancer isn't the type to call you affectionate nicknames, I find it hard to let a little "sweetie" come out of the mouth of this almost seven-foot tall vampire. Only when you tease him with small kisses around his neck and face, blatantly avoiding his lips, does he then moan an impatient "woman", his voice full of frustration and desire. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he instantly gets nervous and before you can react, he pulls you into a passionate kiss;

●Greylancer isn't talkative - he often doesn't go into embarrassing details or go out of his way to say things that are too cheesy or romantic. Instead, he'd never let you have to lift a finger, be it washing dishes, doing laundry, etc., preferring to leave it to the servants of his mansion to do it.

●He has no experience with lovers. Though he has fed on young humans or had sex with female humans or vampires, he has never known how to love someone properly (as seen in his mixed feelings about Michia), always struggling to fully connect with his partners. His words often come out flat or completely wrong, his methods of affection come out differently. Misunderstandings are a constant shadow over your relationship, fueled by his difficulty in expressing what he truly means.

●Really listening to you. After a long, exhausting day, you poured out all your emotions as Greylancer calmly drank your blood from a golden goblet. While Greylancer remained quiet and focused on his drink, you couldn't help but wonder if he was even listening - or just avoiding saying something that would anger you even more. However, after he finished talking, he talked to you about what was making him angry and sought solutions.

●He loves it when you sit on his lap. (Have you seen the size of those delicious thighs?) When he relaxes in his chair in his office, his blue eyes lingering for a long time on your hips while you were doing something next to him or just passing by his office he would pull you to his legs, with no intention of letting you go or letting you move. Greylancer's breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel his whispered words on your skin. "Don't move." He murmurs, his voice tired. So I hope you cancel any appointments you have, because you won't be leaving there any time soon.

[casimirlovescoffee]

Hi, may I request the best Dhampires aka Alucard and D in one go? I want them, if possible seperate, with a female reader that tries on some clothing of them. I want it to be fluffy/cute witha hint of NSFW if possible!

Wearing his clothes (Female Reader)

Rating: Mature (MDNI, NSFW-ish)

Tags: Fluffy/Cute, hint of NSFW

A/N: This is my first time writing something with D and I hope I did him justice. I tried my best to not do too much NFSW on them both like you asked. Enjoy!

Alucard:

Alucard was walking around his castle, wondering where you were. He had just came back from some hunting and was surpsied as he didn't find you in the libary as that was where you usually were. Witha bit of concern, he walked through most of the castle and sighed in relife when he found you in your shared bedroom. With a smile he opened the bedroom door, ready to announce himself.

"My love, I am back home." He said cheerfully, only to freeze when he saw you. The sight of you left him speechless for a second. You wore his black/yellow coat, hugging it around your body with a gentle smile, which quickly turned into you looking at him, forzen as well with wide eyes. For a second you two just stared at each frozen. And then, he walked over to you quickly, bearly giving you time to react as he hugged you tightly.

"You look so good in that, my love. Do you want to wear it all the time? You can have it if you want!" The blond man cooed at you all gentle and happy, which made you blush, mostly in embaressement. You hadn't meant for him to try the jacket on. Youa also were a bit flustered because you were hugging the jacket around your body mostly since you were naked under it. It was not your fault however. You were just about to change clothes in the bedroom and the ajcket happend to be on a chair, temping you to try it on and see how it felt around your body and arms!

Once Alucard noticed just how flustered and embaressed you were, he finally looked closer at you, pulling the jacket aside slowly and smirking when he saw your bare breasts. "Oh? You are all naked under my jacket? How naughty of you, my love~" He cooed into your ear and slowly guided you onto the bed, carefully pushing you back untill you are laying on your back, facing him as he slowly leaned over your body to kiss you deeply while his hands slowly pushed the jacket out of the way so he could kiss down your naked skin.

"Adrian, the jacket-" You started to say, but cut off with a moan when he licked a long stripe up your pussy. "I want you to leave it on while I take you apart with my tounge. After all, it is a lovely sight~" He cooed and then ate you out like a man starved while looking up at your body and face.

Hunter D:

It happend when you and D were in a small abandoned house for to rest a bit for the night. He was currently outside of said house to find something for you to eat. He had left his hat and coat behinde, trusting you to not mess with them. But they laid there so tempting and you could't help put put the coat on, giggling at how it was too big on you. You then put the hat on and then made what you thought was a cool pose. Only to have someone near you clear their throat.

You blinked, turned around and saw D looking at you with a raised eyebrow, making you freeze in the pose you were making. "Why are you wearing my hat and my coat, my dearest?" He asked and you blushed deeply. "Uh, well- um- Maybe I just wanted to be like you!" You stuttered out all flustered and he blinked and then hummed.

"Like me? Does that mean you want some blood?" He asked and put down a rabbit he had managed to catch for you to cook. "What if I do?" You asked and he snorted in amusement. "Oh? And how will you get blood, hm? From me?" He joked and you had an idea then. "Yes, in fact I will bite your neck." You said and he froze at that before standing up all tall in front of you. And that made you a bit nervous.

You squeaked when he suddenly pinned you to a wall, one of his legs slowly moving to be between your legs. He pressed his knee against your pussy with your clothes in the way and leaned to your ear. "How naughty of you. But I will indulge you. my dearest. Bite me and find out what happens if you do." He teased and you shuddered, leaning up then to leave a rough bite on his neck, which caused D to groan into your ear.

He moved you to pin you down on the bedrool and looked deep into your eyes as he slowly undressed you. "Since you bit me, it's only fair that I have a taste of you in return, my dearest."

[spookshollow]

Hello 👋 can you please write relationship headcanons for Alucard (Hellsing) and D (vampire hunter d) with a immortal witch female reader? And reader is a very sweet and kind person, like, total opposite of them? Thank you ❤️

Why yes I'll will! I hope you enjoy this headcanon 🥰🥰

Alucard & D with a kind immortal witch

Alucard

• you work with Hellsing organisations, you were quite a powerful witch in the organisations, and your boyfriend was Alucard

• you were dating Alucard for centuries to which you are just as old as Alucard

• people are quite confused by your relationship cause you are both polar opposite

• you were so bubbly and filled with joy and colour, while Alucard just sits around with a scowl and sips his blood wine

• you remember one time that you managed to make a blood cupcake for him to have which he was so touched by it

• tickle fights with him which cracks a smile from him

D (Vampire Hunter D)

• you travel with D and aid him whenever you need to, your a healing witch and you always try to take great care for him

• on you are on break on your travels you just love to dance around the grass and pick some of the flowers

• D would watch from a shade of a tree, he holds a small smile,

• D isn't as bubbly and colourful as you but he loves your personality very much

• you walk up to him and place a small flower Crown upon his head, he looked up and smiled

• you kiss upon his cheek before skipping back to the field and enjoy all things of nature

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Helping D After He Loses Control Of His Vampire Side

Vampire Hunter D X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of blood, terror, reader gets a cut, suggestive themes

Word Count: 744

(A/N:) Hello lovelies and Happy Halloween! With this I end my Halloween imagine journey! I have had a blast once again with keeping this tradition and I feel like going out with another D imagine is fitting! I hope you all have enjoyed these stories as much as I have writing them! I have some imagines in the works that I think y'all will enjoy! Keep an eye out as I want to get them posted ASAP! But until then happy reading and have a safe Halloween! ~Countess

No one could imagine D being anything more than the stoic man he always seemed. But you on the other hand had seen his other side. It wasn't often but it did happen, rarely. You weren't expecting him to lose himself to the vampire side, but without rest from the sun in so long and going without food, D became weak. You had accidentally cut yourself and it wasn't that bad of a wound. But the sight and smell of your blood had D trembling in moments. The sun glaring down, weakening him further. Before you could realize his state, you were pinned down into the sand. D's shadow looming over you, his vampiric features hidden in the shadows of his face. Inside he was fighting hard to control himself, he never wanted to hurt you but he couldn't control his Noble side at this time.

He leaned forward, you almost screamed at the horrific twisted features of the man you love. He was the most handsome man normally, with gorgeous features that could make anyone jealous. Those had been replaced by the wickedness of his Noble blood. You squished yourself further into the sand trying to keep yourself from moving too quickly, afraid that any sudden movement would trigger him into a frenzy. The elongated fangs bared at your throat, you were sure he was about to tear into your jugular vein, when you finally gained the courage to try and ease him down from his loss of control. Slowly moving your hand, you cupped his cheek. D hissed, red eyes penetrating you as he only saw his next meal.

"It's okay," you whispered while trailing your hand down his cheek to his neck. Your other hand you placed on the back of his head as you stroked his beautiful hair. You eased him downward, knowing that you were putting yourself at great risk by bringing him closer to your neck and the sweet sound of your blood flowing through your veins. D stiffened, fighting back as you tried to bring him down. Finally he let himself go, collapsing by your side. His armor bit into your skin but you made no protest. He was trembling fiercely while growls came from his throat.

"You can fight it D," you soothed him. Continuing to hold and pet him, you kissed his cheek, causing him to flinch. "You're weak. You haven't rested. I should have been more careful."

Once D felt like he could control himself enough, he took your wrist, gazing at the culprit that made him lose control. A thin line in the skin of your finger and a trickle of blood. You watched anxiously as D brought your digit to his mouth. He kissed the skin tenderly before flicking his tongue across your injury. Your blood was sweet and it made him moan. You blushed deeply as D lavished your wounded finger with loving attention.

After several moments of silence D finally rose, lifting himself from you. Once he was back on his feet, he offered you a hand, helping you from the sand. He started to dig, knowing he could no longer go further in his journey until he rested. You helped him and when he was finally buried enough, you kept watch so he could recover.

At dark you looked at your finger in the flickering firelight the ghost of his gentle licks caressing your skin. You grinned shyly, catching a glimpse of the vampire hunter. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You couldn't deny you found him handsome and you couldn't deny that you harbored feelings for him. You wanted to be there for him, to show him that humans weren't so cruel. Maybe one day he would be accepted, but if not he would have you. You slowly shut your eyes the day finally catching up to you. Moments later D emerged from the shadows and sat down beside you. He stroked your cheek before covering you with his cape. He almost hurt you today and he felt immense guilt because of it. But unlike any other you stood before him and faced the side he hated with a bravery no one but you could possess. He was grateful and he didn't want to think of not having you. You mumbled tiredly and D arose so you could sleep peacefully, but like always he would be close and he would always be watching out for you.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

I appreciate the way you write for D and Alucard Tepes so much it is unreal! I saw your prompt list and I’d love it if you’d be fine with writing how each or either of them kiss and how they like to be kissed. They both deserve so much good, and when I have the time I’ll come back to check out the rest of your prompt list(s)!!!!

Hello anon 🖐️ It makes me really happy you liked them! I've already wrote this prompt with Alucard, it's right here. As for D, I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you'll like it 😘 They both deserve all the love. My ask box is alway open and I love receiving messages like these. Definitely send some more requests my way, beautiful.

He caught himself staring at your lips more times than he’d like to admit. After meeting, the vampire hunter was privy to emotions that he never felt before. Jealousy, nervousness, lust, longing. He was threading an unknown waters and he didn’t like i tone bit. You were too distracting, yet he can’t bring himself to push you away. You tempt him in all the ways imaginable and the most infuriating thing is you don’t even realize it.

First one to initiate is you, naturally. He’s too…shy. Unsure of what to do and how to do it. You say he spends too much time in his head, contemplating everything for too long. He says that you jump into everything head first and ask questions later. He’s never more grateful for this trait of yours as he is now.

The careful, slow brush of your lips is almost too much to handle.You’re both frozen for a moment, but then thankfully, you tilt your head and press another sweet kiss to his trembling lips, this time you stay there longer. D forces himself to stop thinking and just feel, and do whatever feels right. He kisses you back. Cold, pale lips caressing yours. He tilts his head in opposite direction and his hair cascades down his shoulder like a black curtain. One if his hands finds its way to your face, fingers holding your cheek until they slide to your hair. He listens to the little sound you make in the back of your throat. Warmth spreading from his chest to the rest of his being.

You are the one who always initiates the kiss on the lips. He’s always in awe that you’ll so readily envelop in a kiss mouth that hides a razor sharp fangs. D is always so careful not to point them out. Speaking softly and quietly as to not show them, seeking privacy when feeding, trying his hardest not to by overcome by his beastly instincts. But you, oh you, you were never afraid of them. Nor his red glowing eyes or his inhuman growls and hisses in the face of danger. You press your lips against them, tongue licking into his mouth, searching for them while he tries to fight desperate groan  thrumming in his throat.

While he is hesitant to kiss your mouth, the rest of you is not safe from his adoration. D revels in those heartfelt moment when he reuniets with you. He brings you closer to his chest as he presses a small kiss on your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. The slow, deliberate press of his mouth against your temple when he has to leave to the places you can’t follow. A quiet promise of his return.

The vampire hunter won’t verbally express his desire to be intimate with you. He doesn’t need to. He pours all of his passions into that one kiss on your neck, and just so his intentions are clear he places another one here, and another one. Gently pulling your head to the side to shower the expanse between your ear and shoulder with affection.

He places one secret kiss over your underbelly or the inside of your thigh as one last innocent adoration before diving between your legs and showing your the full expanse of his love for you. Or that kiss on your ankle accompanied by a possessive nip of his fangs as he holds your legs over his head? Don’t worry darling, that’s just little something to remember him by while he’s away…

[bookwormgamerweeb]

Vampire Hunter D x Fem reader

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Chapter 2:

I stop infront of the pub, putting my gun in my holster

I need a drink

I think exhaustion taking hold of me as I a step into the pub the floor boards creaking from years of fights,people say at little tables as waitresses filled their cups with more drink.

"Can I get a mug of brandy", I ordered "Do you have coin?"the bartender asked suspiciously "Would I be here without coin"I hissed annoyed by the idiotic question.The man looked at me for a bit then started pouring,I spot a notice board of the other side of the pub with new bounties.

I grab my mug striding towards the board,I skim through the jobs one catching my attention

HELP AT SEA

Written in bold,I have never liked the sea bit life is getting a bit boring so maybe it wouldn't be that bad.I grab the paper ripping it off the board to get a better look at what im getting into.Taking a seat at the nearest table I place the mug down with a thud.

Help needed at sea, goods and a advisor must be protected and taken through the Mazu Sea we will pay you 150 000 in coin separately.We will being leaving port in 2 days, if you help you will be considered helping the nation.Our ship is called Maria.

I smirk at the thought of 150 000 coin, that could get me so much mugs of brandy.I pocket the paper and give whatever coin I had left to the bartender leaving the pub to find a tree to sleep on.

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"Fuck my back" I boomed my back cracking in places I didn't know it could,it's been years since if gotten to ly on a actual bed.

I stretch and pull out the paper which had creased in my pocket,jumping off the tree i walk to the port hoping that the hadn't left yet.

I make it to the port,it was easy to spot the ship since it was the only ship there that hadn't looked like it was built with spare parts.The port was like a market but with fish and only fish, the stench making me wanna Puck my guts out.

The ship was gorgeous up close it have a woody yet clean exterior clearly made of mahogany but I really don't know if it would do well in sea, my eyes drift to the letters on the side of the boat Maria.

Walking with caution I approach the ship yelling a awkward "Hello?" As I stood there probably looking like an idiot, I wait for a long 2 minutes, I sigh and turn but before I know it mu face has slammed itself into a pretty muscular chest.

I look up cursing under my breath,before freezing still.

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[chosos-gothica]

Hi, so since the requests are open, could I plz request a D fic with cockwarming 👉👈

I gotcha anon! Ngl this made me want to write D in a historic Wild West AU for some reason

Sorry it’s a bit short 🖤

Contains: P in V, D/S dynamics, D being a lil mean, cockwarming, reader cries.

MDNI 🔞

•Queued songs•

Happy house - Souxie and the banshees

Stripped - Depeche Mode

“Don’t move.” He drawled.

Your shallow breaths follow his words, “D please I said I’m sorry.” sighing into his neck.

“Your begging needs some work.”

His gloved hands ghosted along your spine, you couldn’t help shivering under the worn leather. Your knees dug into the stiff bed. Stretching the muscles of your inner thigh when you fully settle on his wide lap.

“Say exactly what you did and maybe you can move.”

You whimper but immediately do as told. But it was too much. His dick throbbing gently in you, his hot cum slowly leaking out from your earlier punishment, his hypnotizing voice. You hiccup as you begin to sob. “I was flirting with guys at the saloon right in front of you.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks. Your cry makes your cunt clench suddenly, earning a surprised hiss from D.

He shifted his hips into a more comfortable position before he hummed affirmatively. both his hands gently rested on your hips.

“Look at my face while you ride me.”

You lift your head sluggishly, sniffling. You lift your hips slowly. Beginning a gentle pace while looking into the dhampirs void like eyes.

“Stop crying, you’re getting the attention you wanted.”

MDNI 🔞

[just-some-user-hunny]

Vampire hunter D

‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ . 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 ✧ vampire hunter D x reader

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚D is a lonesome creature. His existence a barren sand-timer. Nothing lost and nothing gained. He's not keen to capture the eyes of humans- his years of existence proving to him over and over again that attachments are sentimental and brief. It's not worth the ache. However he finds himself contemplating whenever his eyes find your figure.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚He's very quiet and contemplative. He seems to be in his head a lot, often caught in a spiral of overthinking. His company is often silent- always playing the part of the listener, and not the talker. It's a role he's always found himself slipping into with ease- and with you, it's more than natural. Hes guilty of admitting he likes the sound of your voice. He'd listen to it for eternity if he could. You never know though, often missing the softness in his eyes and how gently he treats you.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚D is a rather nonchalant and solemn individual. He keeps his head lowered and eyes ahead focused on his job, and has very strong opinions and ethics around vampires and humans (including himself). His loathe and distrust for the immortal creatures always keep him on edge- and trapped within himself when it comes to you. He couldn't turn you. That would be out of the question- he'd have you for eternity, yes, but at such a cost? There is no way he'd allow that. He'd never want you to bear the suffering of becoming a no-life creature. Always cold...always hungry. The least he can do is ensure you live a long happy life where you are loved and safe- even if it means the cost of becoming alone again, it's something he'd risk.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚Very very lonely. Keeps the world at an arms length, he seldom sticks around because he's not keen on making attachments to people. He keeps himself lonely to save himself from the inevitable pain of being left behind. So when he comes across something precious like you who manages to stir these troublesome emotions within him, it's an internal battle for him. The parasite is always the one to air out his dirty laundry- you can't stand being in love with her, can't you D? Oh this is tearing you up inside huh pretty boy? Can't look away, but can't bear to watch either. Tut tut.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚Pushes and overworks himself a lot. (His odd parasite thingy is always scolding him to take care of his body better). You'll probably find yourself reminding him to take a break and rest now and then, just to save him from overexerting himself again and collapsing. The first time you saw him smile was when you stood upon your toes to shield him beneath your parasol during a walk together. It was faint- subtle and gentle, but it was there. He's secretly very thankful that you are so caring towards him. He doesn't feel so deserving.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚ He's very respectful and gentle with you. It's rather unbelievable to see such a mysterious and ethereal creature that seemed to teeter upon the blade's edge of beauty and horror be so careful with you. Opening doors, shielding you from the rain with his cape, holding your things for you if you were to ever ask, walking you home to ensure your safety- even carry you upon his back or lifting you upon his horse if you are ever injured are all friendly and helpful things he'd probably not bother to follow through with anyone else. He's not cruel or unkind- just distant. So him allowing himself to do such intimate things in his eyes is a big deal. His voice is so so soft and solemn when he speaks to you- sharing whispered secrets and oaths late at night amongst the crackle of fire and chirping of crickets. Things he's never uttered before, not that you know of course.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚He's a gentle creature to you. Soft gazes that linger too long for his own comfort, and yet he cannot bear to look away. You're haunting him, day and night. Often every waking moment is occupied with your existence, the constant leering and scolding of the parasite hissing and whispering into his ear. Worming into his consciousness, seeing everything.

‧ ₊ ⊹˚You best believe him and the parasite are always bickering. Poor D is often the ongoing victim of teasing and berating. Hissing and muttering under his breath, casting his gaze away from yours.

."Here you go again D, wanting something you can't have- mpfth!"

. He'll clench his fist tight, till his knuckles ached and turned bone white. Troubled... And irked.

. "You are to be kept out of this". He'll warn, his tone soft yet final. Unwavering as the parasite utters a muffled croaky crackle. Oh he does enjoy getting under his skin like this- and it seems he's found a sensitive spot. You.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚He's unfamiliar with the attachment taking him this strongly. So... Latching. Surely he's come and gone from the delicate mortal loves that he's come across throughout his existence, and although their faded memories still linger like mist- he can't seem to unlatch himself off you. He needs you he can't have you.

Whenever he looks at you, his eyes are always full of melancholy. Like you have already left his life, his heart guarding itself from the inevitable occurrence of your loss. He's trying to confront these feelings early on to numb the pain later on. Please don't bring up the times where he has ever so softly stroked your face whilst you were supposedly fast asleep, or how you do notice his constant stares. He hides his embarrassment well but please spare him. Let him have this little thing for himself whilst he can.

‧ ₊ ⊹˚Overall, you'll have a very broody yet gentle dhampir looking after you for a while yet. He cares for you deeply, so deeply you may not even be able to fathom it with your mortal soul- regardless of his cool sullen gazes and soft slow actions, but you are precious to him. Enjoy your mysterious bodyguard for life!

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Hi hi! friends!! I'm working on some ideas for a Halloween VHD themed week for fun.

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Meier Link: Charlotte come back, please, I need you. Come back.

Me:

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D and you receive a mission to rescue twenty women from a nobleman, but when you get there there is a surprise;

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How to Request/Rules/Fandoms/Current Requests (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Welcome to my Blog everyone. My name is Casimir (he/they), I am an andult and I love to read and also share my writings. I enjoy working on requests and I hope you all enjoy reading what I write. I apolofize for any spelling mistakes as english is not my native language.

I am making this my pinned post, so you all have an overview of how to request something, what my rules are, what Fandoms I write for and to also link Masterlists for those Fandoms. I am also adding a request list that I will constantly update just so you guys know what's coming.

Please be polite when requesting something and remember that i am human too that has irl stuff to do, so if I have many requests, it may take a while to get to write the most recent requests. Also know that if my requests are closed, I will not write requests untill I open them again. Of course I will also write my own stuff between requests.

How to request something:

-Use the Ask Box

-Name the character/the characters you want in your request

-Tell me what Gender you want the Reader to be: female, male, gn or trans (If you don't add a gender to it, I will use GN Reader)

-Tell me the scenario you are thinking of

-You can be as spefic as you want, but don't go too overboard

I will write:

-NSFW/SFW

-Angst or Comfort

-Headcanons and Scenarios

-Female, Male, GN, Trans Reader

-Fluff, Platonic or Romantic

-Single or multiple characters in one request

-Poly fics

I will NOT write:

-Minor x adult

-Incest

-Rape or Gore

The fandoms I am writing for are:

-Castlevania

-Baldur's Gate 3

-Final Fantasy 7/Final Fantasy Crisis Core

-Devil May Cry

-Vampire Hunter D

My current requests are:

-Alucard and Lyudmil (Poly) x Trans Witch Reader

-Alucard x GN reader- feeling safe

-Alucard x GN Reader - Goth makeup

-Alucard x GN Reader - Crush

-Alucard x GN Reader - Enemies to lovers

-Alucard x GN Reader - Friends with Benefits

-Alucard x GN Reader - Wingman/Crush

-Alucard x female reader - Fucking his mouth

-Alucard x GN Reader - Endearning nicknames

-Alucard x Female Reader - Strangers to friends to lovers

-Trevor, Alucard, Hector, Isaac, Dracula x GN Reader - Wearing a corset

-Catslevania trio + Greta and reader - Being outcasted

-Vergil, dante x GN Reader - Quiet and shy reader

-Alucard x GN reader - Shifting gender

-Genesis x Reader - Pegging

-Sparda boys + V x Female Reader - Cult of the Lamb like powers

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Bewitching Love

A story of D and his witch, just a little story, I don't know if anyone still reads or writes vampire hunter d, anyway if you want to request of a story you can ask me!

D x Reader (Vampire hunter d)

Being a hunter is a lonely job, but a hunter that is a vampire is even more lonelier,

D, a mysterious hunter that is a Dhampire, hunts his own kind, for reasons unknown but with his presence around, it had brought peace to the town for as long he was there, but though he is pledge a hero,

They still treat him as a vampire of the night, D simply ignores there harsh words for without him, this town would be run by vampires of every kind, and though he is feared just like any vampire a woman with such beauty and grace has be banished for witchcraft.

D had seen her countless of times in the city, her beauty captivated him, he could never take his eyes of her, as he sneak round not to be spotted as he watch her gracefully wander the town, laughing with the children, every time she would smile, warm course through his heart with feelings he thought he would never have felt,

He had always want to go up and speak to her but he could never.

He watches with gritted teeth as the villagers banished her out of the village, she stumbled out and away from what was once her home, now gone forever from her very eyes,

He followed her slowly as he observed the surroundings as she walked through the darkness forest of the night, she stopped for a moment and she quickly glance over to where D had stood, he realised she knew he was watching her, that he was watching over her.

D stood frozen waiting for her reaction but what she did baffled D, she smiled at him, his heart began to warm and he couldn't help but return the smile to her, that's how their relationship had began, was a simple smile,

D and the witch love grew and grew the more they are together, whenever he had wounds from battle, she was there to patch him up,

When they both walked side by side the same village that excelled her all stood in gasped of shook and surprise to see that very woman looking healthy and beside the vampire hunter.

In each night when D return, passions of love envelope them two as they express their love in physical ways that illuminate in the moonlight, laying completely bare with just a blanket to cover themselves as they softly caress each other, basking in the sweet afterglow of their beautiful way of expressing their love for each other.

Later on at midnight D turned around and see his love was standing next to the window with a spare blanket to cover herself, he called to her gently as she turned around and looked at her sweet lover laying in their shared bed,

"What are you doing up in this time of night?" She giggled softly as D began to feel that sweet warm feeling in his heart again,

"Basking in the beautiful moon that is out tonight darling" even as she spoke she was as if a sweet angel that came down from heaven, D got up not caring to get a blanket for modesty,

He wrapped his arms around her small waist as she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes enjoying the moment of being in the arms of her lover,

"You look so beautiful in the moonight my witch" he kiss her check gently, before kissing down to her neck finding that sweet spot she loves so much,

"and so do you my dearest Dhampire" he pulled away when she turned her body around to face him, she placed her hand on his pale cheek,

He leaned into her touch looking into his lovers eyes, either it was all because she may had put a spell on him or whether he just fallen in love by chance he love her so much,

"Marry me?" He said with such confidence as she smiled with such joy,

"yes! A thousand times yes" D smiled with happiness as she wrapped her arms around him, dropping the blanket that covered onto the floor.

As they began to passionately kissed each other with such love and passion for each other.