#alucard x black reader

[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾ℳ𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ❤︎

[kkeidawrites]

Darkened Halls

Day 24 of Blacktober! Enjoy from your lovely sick writer!

CW: suggestive mature themes

The wind pushed and pulled the trees, some threatening to rip from their roots as the rain pelted on the branches, easily snapping them off the limbs to the wet ground below.

The cloaked body was taking the time to escape the harsh weather, boots crushing the mud from below their feet. It seemed that they were following a set path through the cluttered forest of trees and shrubs, their hands tucked away in gloves tightening the cloak around their more closely to their body.

Pushing back the brushes that were leading to where they needed to go were as high as their chest when they parted them to step through.

Their eyes look up to see the place that they were looking for and smile.

As the thunderstorm hailed in a heinous fury, it didn’t stop the individual from wanting to go to this magnificent hidden treasure that no mere human would ever think of approaching.

In the middle of the raging storm there it sat: a castle, so tall and jagged that one would think that by touching it they would be cut from the sharp edges it beheld.

The stone steps were not slippery enough to not walk on and the individual made their way up to the tall double doors that awaited the entrance.

Pushing the doors open, they were met with an opulent hallway, plush red carpets and lit candles that littered the ceiling and hanging candleliers. Two sets of stairs spiral to the next level of the castle and the individual makes their ascent to be met with a long dark hallway.

It would seem that the light here couldn’t reach this level of the castle as the person makes their way down the concourse.

Doors were closed as they passed, each one perhaps concealing a rare glimpse of the unknown but, to the exploring character it was not what they needed to look into.

Once they reached the end of the hallway, there was a thump sound that sounded from behind them and they stilled in place.

The thump is heard again, this time much louder and closer than the first but, they still don’t move a muscle.

“A visitor?” A baritone voice is heard as their voice slithers to the individual’s left ear and then a hand is cupping the undercut of their chin.

“In my castle? You must have not heard the stories of this place. Yet, somehow,” fingers dance under their chin and light grasps their neck, nails so sharp it could cut them without even flicking his wrist.

“You are here. I am quite impressed.” He chuckles as his hand quickly leaves their neck. A breath is left from the character’s lips and in turn they dig into their cloak, searching for something.

Pulling out a small pouch, they held it out for the voice behind them and heard a confused sound emit from him.

“I have received the spice that you were looking for, I can’t believe you made me go out in this storm and buy this.” The woman’s voice is revealed along with her pulling back her hood.

Black curls swish from side to side as she looked up at him with a pointed look. Her full lips were fully pouted and her hips were jutted in a stance that showed she was upset with him.

“But Y/n-“

“No, Alucard! Do you know that this entire sack costed ten pieces of silver? Ten! I had to haggle the shopkeeper to get such a cheap price.” She exclaims shaking the bag in frustration as her lover holds up his hands in defense.

The dhampir son of Dracula is rendered to a stutter as his little love fusses at him. He had promised to come with her to the nearby town for some ingredients for dinner that they were making together.

“I didn’t actually think you would go out and get it, and I also didn’t think it was going to storm so harshly either. I’m sorry Y/n.” He helps her pull off the heavily soaked cloak and folds it over his right arm.

“Fine. I forgive you,” she pouts and crosses her arms.

“But, to make up for it, you need to put this oregano in the pot and cook the rest of dinner. With MY supervision, I will not have another meal where everything I eat has no taste.” She scolds lightly and Alucard grabs the bag of spice.

“Very well. I really wished you had waited for me, dear I worry for your safety.” He says and takes her brown, hand in his, pulling her closer.

His lips find hers as they embrace and Y/n wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands roams through his long blonde hair and pulls away when she looked up and pulls on his blonde beard, rubbing the soft hair.

“So handsome, will you be getting rid of this anytime soon?” She asks.

“Not this week.” He says. Y/n hums and smiles wickedly.

“Perfect. Keep it a little longer, you look so pretty like this.” He smirks at her as she said this and brings her closer to his chest, a fanged grin bringing tingles down her body.

“Oh? Do I?” He asks his hands running down her back and cupping her bottom.

“Mmhmm, but right now we have dinner to work on and I am most certainly looking forward to eating this dinner.” She tells him and grabs his left hand pulling him in the direction of the kitchen and Alucard rubs his beard.

“Will you get on top after dinner?” He suddenly asks and Y/n abruptly stops but then makes her stride in high gear to the kitchen.

“After dinner yes I’ll ride your face.” She promises and Alucard is all smiles.

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Short and sweet enjoy and be sure to like, reblog, and comment!

This is what Alucard looks like and I found this on Google so yeah…take this as you will I actually love this look on him. Like father like son😏😏😏 I couldn’t find the artist of who made this fanart but here is the link for it:

[freyanistics]

If you shake that ass on alucard I know he would fold in an instance. He’s not used to having something like that happening to him.

[grimmbunniee]

Y’all how do you think Alucard would react to finding the love his life was reincarnated like 300 something years later. I have a feeling he’d be shocked and surprised, but he wouldn’t show it. He’d probably think he’s imagining things

I’m asking for a friend

[blond3ang3l]

Men who spit on it. They’re just purely sloppy with it. Holding onto the fat of your thighs to keep you pinned in place. He wasn’t doing this for you, no. He has been at this for hours just because he had missed you. You were only gone for a couple days to see your family. That didn’t mean shit to him. The moment you came in the house he had you pinned against the wall, legs thrown over shoulders as he held you up by your thighs. The way he was moaning and grunting into you it was basically like he was getting off just from being able to taste you again. But no matter how much you push his head back he is just relentless. “Fuck jus’ a bit more baby. Just giv’ me one more then m’ done.” You both know that’s not true but what could you do when he was so much stronger than you?

Hidan, Price, REINER, Zoro, and alucard

[sl33paholics]

Could you write smut of Alucard from Castlevania. Maybe light praise kink and telling the reader how well she's taking him. Definitely have Alucard eat her out and grinding against the mattress while giving head.

You taste incredible

Alucard x fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (eating out), kinks involved (praise kink)

"Just like that, my dear, you're taking me so well."

The long white blonde hair man would say. With a pillow that was placed under your hips, Alucard tilts your pelvis so your feet are resting comfortably on his shoulder blades. Alucard gently pushes up on your abdomen, helping himself expose the clitoris from underneath the clitoral hood. Your legs tighten around him as he lowers himself to kiss down your thigh and slowly inch your knees higher up to make sure the friction is right. Alucard works in silence for a while, then breaks into a grin when he hears you moan. His tongue traces the outer edge of your thighs, before finding your clit again and circling it. You gasp at the jolting sensation.

Alucard is gentle with everything he does. From when you first meet him. From when you first touch his bare skin as you walk around. From when you first kiss. The man's hands move smoothly and easily, as though they've done this before and he knows exactly what to do. The vampire prince wanted to award his princess for being an amazing woman with a fantastic body. Alucard wasn't very good at giving gifts, but he did want to make you happy. So he decided he could show you how much he loved you. Not just through a physical relationship, but by showing the love in your eyes every time you look at him.

You run one of your hands through his hair, feeling the silky strands against your palm. A small groan escapes your lips, and you feel yourself getting wetter with desire.

"Do you like that?" Alucard asks in between nips on your inner thigh, his intoxicating gaze looking up at you as he watched your face contort into a blissful expression, quickly nodding as he went back to work. "You're such a treasure, my love."

Your body tingles all over, goosebumps erupting all over your skin as you let out a low moan and Alucard squeezing your legs tighter, you cohuld feel his fingers work wonders on your swollen clit. Throwing your head back and letting out a loud groan, "You're doing so good, baby, I know you can pull through." You bite your lip when Alucard removes his finger from your clit, giving it gentle kisses. His breath is hot against your skin as he moves back to sucking on your clit, your moans turning louder as Alucard continues to massage your pussy. You writhe under him, "Who’s my beautiful girl?"

"M...m...me~" You moan and clutch onto the bedsheets as you watch Alucard continuing to work on you, his tongue flicking across the tip of your clit as he sucks gently. He doesn't miss a beat. It feels like you're losing your mind. Alucard was driving you crazy with pleasure. All you could think about were his fingertips moving inside of you, and the way he sucked your clit like he owned it, even when he knew it would get hard. It felt too good not to enjoy. You needed more. More stimulation. You needed him.

The rough movements you felt against yourself made you slowly come back to reality, your cloudy thoughts fading away until you realized your fiancé grinding against the bed, his eyes glazed with lust. It was only reasonable for him to pleasure himself while doing the same to his darling.

You squeal and try to sit up straight, pushing away his head, your pussy now drenched and a throbbing mess. You watched as Alucard's pupils dilate, he watches you with hungry eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenching, and the bulge in his boxers making you squirm. It looked like Alucard was ready to explode, but he couldn't restrain himself for any longer.

He moved in front of you, leaning down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands caress his shoulders. This was it. This was it all you've been waiting for. You both finally had your moment after months of not being able to. "Mmh, Alucard, please… please…"

Alucard didn't even need to position yourself on the bed. Your pussy soaked and exposed, legs high up and bent, an exhausted expression on your face was all he needed.

"Take it for me, I know you can. I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're mine~"

[nakidoriii]

I’ll Take You (Part Two)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series (link to part one at the bottom)

WARNING: SMUT ||| MDNI

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

“What if I like playing with my food?” Alucard teases.

“Then play with it.” You respond as you tilt your head to the side and reveal your neck to him. Alucard raises his brows, shocked by your actions. He grabs your hand and leads you outside of the tavern.

Next thing you know, your harp laid on the ground as you’re back was being pressed up against a tree. Alucard’s hands exploring your body as he takes a long lick up your neck; causing a budding warmth in between your thighs. Are you really about to fuck a vampire in the woods in the middle of nightfall? Absolutely. Soft whimpers fell from your mouth as he kissed your neck. The adrenaline that raced through you was unmatched.

“Fuck.” You moan under your breath as he kissed his way down your body.

���This is the only devouring of humans that I do.” He slyly says as he makes his way under your dress, hooking your right leg on his shoulder so that your most sensitive part is exposed to him. Wasting no time, he slowly drags his tongue through your folds making you squirm. Digging his nails into the back our thighs to hold you still so he can devour you.

“Mmmm, Adrian, you’re such a good boy.” Moans falling out of your mouth like water as he sucked on your clit. Why was that so tantalizing to hear? Getting praise from you like that got his cock bulging through his pants. He couldn’t help but moan into you, the vibration making your eyes roll back. His chin smeared with your sticky wetness, he really couldn’t get enough. He loved the taste of you. His amber eyes looking up at you for a reaction as he pushed a finger into your soaked entrance.

“Mmm, you’re so warm…nice and wet too, Y/N. Cum for me.” He hums in delight as he curls his fingers inside you. You push back his hair, as you grind on his face, getting closer to release. Your body felt so hot compared to his. A knot begins to form in your stomach as he kept the same pace for you.

“Adrian, ah fuck yes.” Your moans high pitched and pinched as you feel yourself coming undone. He held you in place and watched your body contort for him. The sight of you unraveling on his fingers and face made him so hard. You were a vision like this. As you come down, he slides his fingers out and licks them. Towering over you once again, giving you same look a predator gives its prey.

You untie his sword holster from around his waist, faster than you’ve done anything before. You rub your fingers over the bulge in his tight pants making him squirm. You pull his pants down, revealing his perfect dick. Pre cum oozing from his pink tip, he wanted you more than anything. You attempt to get on your knees but instead you get lifted up in one swift motion. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he planted you between him and the tree once again. He pressed his forehead agnist yours as he breathes out, “I want you, Y/N. Let me have you.”

The tip of his cock lightly brushing aganist your warmth sent you both in frenzy. You whisper the words, “Adrian, take me.” He lined up his dick and slowly thrusted into your wetness. Your eyes rolling to the back your head as he stretched you out in the best way. Both of you moaning and holding each other tighter as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

“Oh, you’re so warm. This is intoxicating, fuck.” He growled as you ran your fingers down his clothed back. He picks up the pace as soon as he hears your validating moans. To him, your moans were just as beautiful as when you serenade an audience. But the sounds you made in this moment were all for him, and only for him. You didn’t know what was hotter, him holding you up like you weighed nothing and fucking you or the sweet nothings he was whispering in your ear as he worked up to his orgasm.

“You’re making such a mess on me, Y/N. You’re so wet…Uh-Mmm and I love it so-fuck-ing much.” He moaned inbetween thrusts.

You were about to cum again and he knew it too. He couldn’t sing but he was good at using his voice in other ways. He knew what to say and do to get you right where he wanted you. All five of your senses overstimulated because of him, which leads you to another toe curling orgasm. Your walls tightening around him, giving him no choice but to cum too.

“Thaaaat’s it, darling.” He moans as he fills you up with thick ropes of his cum.

You couldn’t even begin to process what just happened. He slowly pulls out of you, while you both catch your breath. Pulls his pants up and adjust his coat. You lift up his sword and holster, looking at it. He places his thumb on your chin making you look up at him. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips and says, ”I’ll be taking that” as he grabs the holster from your hands.

“Thank you for not sucking my blood.” You tease him while you fix your dress.

He lets out a small laugh and says, “it’s the least I could do.”

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[ikemenomegas]

Too cute

so my cats do this thing where they will groom each other, nap a bit, then start snapping at each other until they have a chase around the house

It was really difficult to cull this list, so I chose ones that seemed fun or obvious from my character list. The experience illuminated the separation and overlap between whumpable characters and ones you want to mess up with your own hands oop.

▷∥ Jihyun (V), Alucard, Joanne Harcourt, Kunikida, Dazai, Jōno, Sasuke, Itachi, Obito, Haku, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, Lucio, Asra, Yoshida

now, this list looks deceptively short, but as a vertical post is excruciatingly long. hopefully there's something for everyone, below the cut!

🐊 read until the end for a few extra treats🐊

Omegas who elicit cuteness aggression:

Jihyun (V)

Extremely biteable, extremely squishable, much more playful rather than passive after he learns how to put up boundaries. He's especially nice to overstimulate because he gets wriggly and does a particularly weird thing where he chirps at you, like calling you, and yes, it is very sweet because it's like a reassurance thing, but also it's a bit silly how it gets faster and more frequent the most overstimulated he is. He does overlap quite strongly with a whump factor. He is very pretty when he cries and when he behaves gently or pitifully this makes him even more biteable. Pounce on him. Nicely.

Alucard

Blonde goth sad boy aesthetic, especially with the season 4(?) outfit, makes you want to hug him. Harder. Harder!!! Squeeze him hard!! Luckily, he's very durable and tolerates this with good grace. Biting is interesting because of the whole vampire thing, which I like to think is mutually erotic if you both bite one another. He develops a bit of a degradation thing at some point, and he'll get cute and bratty if you tease him about being a needy little thing, letting you punish or goad him into compliance. He also has overlap with the whump part of the venn diagram but probably don't squish him when he's actually feeling down. Measure out the cuteness aggression by kissing him lots, it'll make you and him feel better.

Joanne Harcourt (before anyone gets stupid, when I talk about Joanne Harcourt he is of course aged up, having survived having the Earl Phantomhive as a friend and hopefully graduated from fantasy Eton little worse for wear)

Joanne gets overwhelmed easily, and whines and trembles when he is. It is exceedingly cute. Tall and willowy with a shy demeanor, luminous eyes, and lightly wind-blushed cheeks (oxford commas!), Joanne is a true English-rose of an omega in traditional high collars and never caught without gloves. If you want to be the one to mess him up with your own hands, you have to be a little bit willing to growl at other alphas who want to do the same but won't take responsibility for it. However, Joanne doesn't carry a strong "whump" factor. He mostly seems to elicit pity and protective instincts when he interacts with the worse part of Phantomhive's magic nonsense, or the underbelly of London.

Kunikida

I never said acting on cuteness aggression is smart with every omega. The first time you finally give in and just... nibble on him, I think Kunikida would start yelling "ouch, what was that for, what a degenerate alpha doing this where anyone can see" yadda yadda, etc etc, honestly a total diva about it, okay maybe you feel a tiny bit guilty, but that is what you love about him. He has a cranky old man attitude, no filter, and a tsundere demeanor that absolutely doesn't land with everyone, but it's extremely funny to make him mad, you get why Dazai does it, and in your case the more he puffs like a done kettle, the more you want to pin him down and make him yell more (he yells after you leave him covered in marks too 😈, it's a shame you're too tired from making them to do more)

Megumi

Triggers cuteness aggression and is just aggressive rip. Snappish, sullen, extremely shy when he reciprocates romantic affection (because it means confronting feelings besides justified irritation and righteous anger and self-effacement). You'd think he'd have Sasuke energy but he's more grumbly than outright lowkey hateful to individuals but does occasionally exhibit some like, aggressive puppy behavior, including the "gets tired and just lays tummy-up on the floor". He's also a little bit used to it. His... Gojo, Gojo's alpha, his sister's friends (Tsumiki knows him too well to be taken in most of the time), Yuuji, Maki... you get it. It's that cute face and "you can't make me admit I like attention" that draws everyone.

Sasuke

Unlike his glass doll of a brother, Sasuke can take some roughhousing and is used to it... from his brother, but also from Shisui and some other cousins/mentors (more on this later). He's sort of resigned to it when he first realizes his alpha is sneaking in some extra squishing or nibbling (as long as it's not so visible it ruins his image). Later though, he starts to expect it and will pout mightily if you don't roughhouse with him extoling both his behavioral and physical delights. This happens the first time during a heat and he is ruthless after, due to being thoroughly embarrassed. When you tone it down to give him time to calm down... he gets petty. Don't you think he's cute anymore! Why aren't you pinching his thighs or his butt when he walks by, why don't you "sneak" up behind him and burry your face in his shirt! Thus comes a rare moment of him sitting on your lap when you're reading and intentionally being cute and putting your hand on his legs to tell you to get on with it again.

Jiaoqiu

The first thing is he makes cute sounds. When he yawns it's like a kitten or a puppy yawning. If you rub his ears or massage behind them, he can make this high-pitched sighing sound that is so cute it literally can flatten someone. The second thing is that his fur parts are so soft he has to scold you for touching him too much/all the time, squeezing too hard like a rambunctious pup. If you look pathetic about it, he will show you how to grab him in ways that are not uncomfortable (and my even lead to something else 😉). The third thing is he is cute when he is cooking (or making medicine but we have to have some self-control). He hums to himself and shuffles in place like he's dancing when he's cooking, and he's so happy when something tastes good. He doesn't cry but super spicy things still make him look uncomfortable and there's something to be said for having to baby him while he's enjoying the pain.

Sunday

He is typically so stiff and anxious it is very difficult to find him doing anything interesting enough to be considered cute, unless you clock this behavior as just really strange and then it becomes sad because it's to do with the collision of personality and upbringing making him really scared to make a "wrong" move. This isn't the part that inspires cuteness aggression. When he finally loosens up (literally, like his tie isn't tight enough to choke him anymore if he's not keeping perfect posture), that's when this show of trust and vulnerability inspires a slightly unfortunate urge to do to him what you cannot reasonably do to small, cute animals. His alpha feel really badly the first time they leave bruises from grabbing his thighs far too hard. Sunday is scared by the cognitive dissonance of his sculpted persona not being the kind of person to let his happen and the marks being result of an unguardedness that felt so good it feels wrong now that he's out of that headspace. It takes a lot of work both with and without a partner to for him to accept the natural messiness of intimacy.

Levi

Oh boy, another grumpy old man. At this point, I think it's to do with my tastes, but I won't apologize for it! Personally, I find the grumpiness cute, like with a grumpy cat. Rbf-disgruntled Levi is just a cute Levi (can be drawn in for some mutual snarking if in public, otherwise just be near him so he's not awkward and alone), a sleepy Levi is a cute Levi (that needs your shoulder as a pillow stat). He's not so cute when he's dressing down a cadet who nearly took another cadet's head off but at least that's not you because Levi has a competency kink. He has this very alert yet relaxed, dare I say perky, way of walking when you tidy your shared spaces to his satisfaction, it makes his butt look very cute and he kind of knows it. Mostly he's the target of cuteness aggression when you're being intimate together. His face just makes you want to bite him and touch him and make him cry more, he needs to fall apart and let you take care of everything.

Omegas with cuteness aggression:

Dazai

He's someone who makes you want to mess him up. Those big pouty eyes, and soft, mischievous mouth, the lanky clumsiness all puts ideas in your head all too easily. However, your impulse absolutely pales compared to his. Dazai is someone who goes above and beyond the simply "want to bite, want to squeeze, want to pinch" of cuteness aggression (see exhibit A, blowing up an old partner he has complex feelings for's car). He isn't destructive with his Alpha, but he isn't above tricking them into situations he will find them cute or responding in a cute way. Innocent methods include trying on cute accessories and going extra cute cafes so his alpha get excited about the food. Less innocent methods include getting himself used as ransom or putting you in a situation where you experience other emotional upheaval (with a suitable catharsis of course).

Obito (and Tobi)

I mean, you had to see this coming, right? The jokester with a savior complex, ridiculously devoted to the people he loves, puts them on a pedestal. Of course he has moments where he thinks his alpha is the cutest thing in the world. And then there's this itch in his teeth that can't be satisfied by anything except for biting, or wrestling, pushing, shoving, play fighting. A non-massacre Obito tones it down a littlem but he's well known to simply enjoy cute things, small animals, sweet old people, butterflies. No one's surprised that he chooses an alpha who matches this aesthetic sensibility of his. He has ADHD so bad (basically as bad as Naruto) and one of the things he hyper-focuses on is his mate, to the point he'll have something similar to Kakashi vs Guy level fights around the village where his blood is pounding, he keeps looking behind him, grinning like mad because isn't his alpha just perfect, so cute how they can't catch him yet, that focused look on their face, ah, that's a clone, the real one's on his left. They've got him and he's got them.

Jōno

Are all of these omegas a little scary?! Scary pretty husbands. Yes. A rarer but no less beloved breed. It doesn't matter than Jōno can't see you, since he can sense changes in your moods and hear everything (rip to your privacy when he's curious). He finds it extremely cute when his alpha is flustered, if his alpha laughs quietly and no one but him can tell they think something is funny, if his alpha gets irritated by people being rude and uses their skills to fix the problem (or even if they just grit their teeth and bear it to preserve decorum), if his alpha does silly things like stockpile way too much of a favorite snack when it's on sale... He knows some of it's silly, but apparently silly is what love makes you. His version of cuteness aggression ranges from saying he wants you to guide him and mushing himself against your side and grabbing your arms too tight to fantasizing about living his life as a vapor so that he can literally sink into your lungs and tissues. He knows this is abnormal, but so is a lot about him, so he keeps these thoughts mostly to himself and limits himself to using very small parts of himself (mostly with permission) or just pressing himself as tightly to your body as possible.

Itachi

Itachi also elicits cuteness aggression, but his reaction outweighs his alpha's and he also gets overwhelmed with others offering those kinds of outbursts at him so he prefers his alpha not to do it [too aggressively]. His cuteness aggression = his feral kitten energy showing. It started with Sasuke. Itachi finds Sasuke unutterably adorable. However, itach is also very reserved and has limited attention to dispense to others, so apart from holding Sasuke all the time when he was a baby and later finding that his hands sort of clench and his teeth ache when his alpha does something very attractive (mitigated by his shuffling closer and perhaps tugging their sleeve so they scent him thoroughly and make him melty and too weak to do anything silly), he never acts on it. Even when he knows what the feeling is, it's mildly disturbing for him to be hit with a destructive urge directed at someone infinitely precious to him, so he mostly attempts to resist it. He's happy enough with a pillow to make biscuits upon if you give it to him (but he'll also be happy to do something like suck on your fingers).

Haku

Haku has a strong affinity for dark mischief and the attitude that necessity is a good excuse for any course of action. He has no qualms about an urge to squeeze his alpha until their bones creak or shaking them until they're dizzy or gnawing on them while they pat his head or biting at their neck and chest and scratching them silly until even they struggle or, or.... okay better calm down now. Sometimes his mate catches him staring at them with this rather intense look, smiling, leaning his head on his hand. Every time you ask him what he's thinking about, he says something that is either nonsensical, or simply distracting like how he spotted a bird in the plants behind you, or something embarrassing about how much he appreciates you, or some other compliment. It's disarming because he's a teeny tiny bit concerned you'll be taken aback by what's in his head. It's better to fantasize anyway where reality cannot bridge the gap.

Lucio

Lucio has a really bad case of cuteness aggression, and he's both obnoxious and loud about it. He's also kind of a wimp though so it comes across more like his typical bratting behavior and is pretty easy to turn the tables on him. Unlike some of the others, this doesn't quiet his mind and get him to back off but makes him more aggressive. If you get him into a spare room or a dark corner, or even his room since somehow the count doesn't do any counting, trying to deal with him, he just gets mouthier and mouthier until the exertion catches up with him and the energy is all worked out. He'll openly say whatever he is thinking. To others, if they were to hear, it may seem a bit scary, but his alpha treats him more like one of his big hounds, ruffling his hair, tickling his tummy, and his teeth aren't so sharp for them.

Asra

I'm pretty sure he engages in some behavior drawn from this emotion in the game. Asra's icon is a fox and his familiar is a snake, he loves twisty puzzles and causing an innocent amount of trouble. Sometimes you catch him digging his fingers into his scarf or bag and staring at you, his lovely eyes practically predatory. He's entirely unrepentant about it. Biting his alpha is something he portions out, lest they get used to it, because the cute, surprised yelp is part of the charm. His cuteness aggression is primarily contained within his thoughts, during which he will just sit happily or wriggle around in a stack of pillows while thinking about the cute things his alpha has done.

Yoshida

He already "liked" Denji so much he ***** and helped ****** and got him*******, it might be scarier to see what he does to someone he loves. Octopi often cannibalize their mates too, as he frequently reminds you when he starts nibbling on you while you're still knotted together. Yoshida is very good at blending in, remaining just the right amount of visible, but with his alpha, he likes to flirt, to fluster, to make them slightly embarrassed or knock them off balance. He likes to cling and suck bruises on your skin, mostly for him, but it's nice when someone who's looking sees it and gets secondhand embarrassment, especially when his alpha mostly looks shy and a bit pleased, like he's given them an amethyst or ruby or a mother-of-pearl to wear rather than just a bruise.

Honorable mentions:

Fukuzawa and Akutagawa both inspire semi-infrequent bouts of cuteness aggression. Fukuzawa usually tolerates his alpha's with good grace, although he feels a bit cornered if you're loud about it out of doors, he is deliciously quiet, if that's a turn-on for anyone. If you try and bite Akutagawa without warning... you'll end up being very grateful for his good reflexes. He doesn't like it much. He's afraid he'll hurt you so probably don't startle him, okay?

Satoru has a mild case of cuteness aggression, but he isn't used to touching people, so he mainly acts annoying about it when he finds you cute. Sometimes he'll yank you in and rub his cheek on you, but it's all an act, usually to put some nosey omega off. Shisui can be an abominable menace in the same vein, eating with his eyes and storing away every memory of anything that endears him since he's unused to contact not associated with either family or violence. Before he's comfortable, he'll do it the same way, too possessive to let the one he wants completely go, but knowing he can't flaunt a claim he doesn't have with anymore more substantial than his presence. Satoru occasionally does something so cute his alpha wants to run at his screaming to bite his throat, but he usually ruins it by saying something stupid. The same impulse in Shisui's alpha scares him so he does the same, redirecting them, once by giving them a literal chew toy, which was a very low moment for their ego.

Aventurine likes to annoy people he finds fascinating. It wasn't always this way, but he likes to give real excuse to people he's worried won't like him, rather than have them hate him for his eyes or his blood or his money or his unattainability or his slutty waist or any of a dozen other things he hardly has control over. When he finally is interested in an alpha, the interest is both irritating and endearing (for him). When he finds them cute, there several layers of panic suddenly embedded under that feeling, under that desire. This ratchets his emotions up high enough that suddenly he wants you small enough to squeeze in his palms, wants to strangle you with pearls, wants you studded with emeralds and sapphires and rubies like they'd made up a stained-glass window you crashed through. The world made sure he was perfectly capable of very visceral violence and he has a very good memory. He bares his teeth in the mirror and sees if he can scare you off so he can stop worrying about this new vulnerability.

Toge lives daily with the knowledge that opening his mouth could hurt his mate very badly, a fact which easily lends itself to intrusive thoughts. He could make them do anything, embarrass them by demanding cute but embarrassing behaviors, command them to stop breathing unless they're looking at him, tell them come to me and see how far they'll go to do so, beg them to put their mouth on him just so he can see that adorable, glassy-eyed looked they get when they taste him for long enough. In some ways they're nice fantasies, where he has a voice he's able to use, where the danger sealed inside him is dangerous but also, not really because it's not his mate, it's a figment of his imagination. When he sees his mate do something cute, habit denies him, but his chest aches to say something but saying anything normal could have unbearable consequences. Sometimes, when his mate catches him in the midst of these daydreams, it helps him to just squeeze them hard and purr, making some kind of noise that tells them how he really feels.

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Tw: Yandere Themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, controlling behavior, manipulation, isolation, death

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Little sister is like Janet from The Good Place

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​It is rather unusual for demons of the same lineage to be so attached to each other. However, to not be disgraced by you there was little choice Sebastian saw himself having. Your entire existence goes against everything his kind should stand for so to help you find your way back to the roots of your existence, Sebastian has taken it upon himself to take you under his wings. His plans to teach you the ways of a demon fail terribly though for you are a being so friendly and willing to help that it is uncanny. For all the powers that you hold it is nothing short of a waste for you to use it all only to help others. To make things only worse you have no morales nor limits as you help anyone you have a contract with. The quality of their souls is of no importance to you, only the willingness to help counts. No matter how disgraced you are by your masters or how terribly someone takes advantage of you, you keep your cheerful and friendly demeanor. Do you intend to shame your own kin and blood? Sebastian has seen himself forced more than once to kill off your clients to spare him and you only more shame. He is hoping for anger from your side yet instead he is met with the same friendliness.

🐈‍⬛​You cannot protect yourself from others despite being a demon so your older brother eventually takes that role. Sebastian starts to keep you close and isolated for you would jump at a chance to help someone even if it were to commit a crime. Your entire existence is better to be kept a secret for otherwise you would only give and give without taking. He wonders how the very essence of your being can be so different as a demon is supposed to take and satisfy their own desires. Even Ciel innitially doesn't know of your existence as Sebastian keeps it a secret from him. Only much later does the young Earl figure out that Sebastian has a sister though only with great doubt. After all Sebastian and you are like the sun and the moon. You couldn't be more different. Interactions are kept short though as Sebastian wouldn't want his young master to even consider taking advantage of you. The subtle threats he allows to slip out when Ciel remotely hints at wanting you on his side tell as much. Who knows, maybe Sebastian will one day make a contract with you himself to ensure that throughout eternity no one shall ever take advantage of your kindness. After all a contract binds.

Ash Landers

▫️What terrible twist of fate it is for Ash to be torn away from his little sister. As he is banished down to the realm of the sinners and the mortals you stay in heaven, serving the souls of the good people. None of them deserve your kindness though. For Ash you have always symbolised the perfect version of a being. Kind, warm and without a single flaw. Yet you are being tarnished by the greed of everyone, used for their own selfish purposes yet you are too helpful to reject their pleas and prayers. Nothing could have his heart weeping more. You deserve more than what you receive yet you don't know better. After all your entire life you have served people and fulfilled them their wishes, have been lied to. Everyone deceives you yet as your older brother it is his heavenly duty to protect you from all the evil and harm that comes your way. Heaven may have separated him from you yet that shall never blind him from his duties handed to him the moment you appeared in this world as his younger sister. Even whilst he is forced to mingle with the vermin on earth he shall show you his devotion and remind you that he will never forget you. No amount of distance can ever change that.

▫️He shall set the city of London on flames for you and pray that you will see the fire even up there on the clouds. He shall erase all those souls who would only cling to you like leeches once they ascend to the sky for none of them deserve to be there where you are. During his time on earth he wants humans to know you and to respect you so through the Queen as his puppet he starts a new religion featuring you. Churches and shrines are build in your name and image yet only few of them stand the testament of his perfectionistic gaze. If something isn't perfect it is undeserving of carrying your name. Do you see it all even whilst both of you are separated from each other? Do you see how tirelessly he works to create a place worthy of you? The distance between the two of you always pains him yet there are moments where the agony is especially prominent. Hasn't he already failed as an older brother already? After all siblings should stick together yet here he is, unable to reach you. From his place on earth he is unable to protect you from all the greedy and selfish people who lie to your face and use you for their own schemes. He may never be able to make this up to you once both of you are reunited as family.

Claude Faustus

🕷️​Claude has never had any intentions of taking you in. In fact he was unaware that he even had a younger sister from the same parents yet one day you are given to him. Your entire existence is a shame for your kin and no one wants to take you in and teach you the ways of the demons. So either you are going to be killed or Claude will do the job as he is from the same blood as you. There is no thrill he can find in his heart yet the shame of being associated with someone weak like you fuels his decision to take you in. You cannot die and taint his reputation forever amongst others of his kind. It is this mix of frustration and annoyance that leads him to be very harsh and cold to you. Cruelty is perhaps the method he chooses to raise you with yet it doesn't quite work as he has hoped it would. Your behavior stays the same. It almost disgusts him to see a demon from his bloodline to be so kind and willing to help. You offer your services to anyone without demanding everything in return and it has his skin crawling. You will not embarrass him so Claude never allows you to have a contract. Even if you were to make one your master wouldn't last long, murdered by Claude's hands.

🕷️​The extreme isolation you are put through comes to no surprise as Claude eventually labels you as unable to survive on your own. Demons are lonely creatures by nature unless they find their true mate so it is rare for a pair of siblings to stick together. What other choice does he have though? You would only ruin his own name if he were to let you go and his attachment plays another crucial role. You would simply not survive out there without him. More than once he uses condescending or very belittling words to coax you into listening to him and doing as he says. Never have you taken it as an insult though as if incapable of feeling angry or sad at all. Alois is never going to find out about you as he would most likely only bully you and abuse you like the other butlers in the household. If that were to happen Claude would consider his contract with the young master done as he would never allow anyone to lay a single finger on his younger sister. He doesn't often show his bond to you though as he sees it as very needed to be the composed and cold brother to cancel out your own warmth and kindness. He is a proper demon after all, territorial first before anything else.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​From the youngest age on Chrollo has always been forced to protect you. Even before both of you learned how to use Nen and received your special abilities your kindness made you an easy target in Meteor City. You are a lamb under a flock of wolves who are always waiting to sink their teeth into your innocent being. The only thing sparing you from those experiences is Chrollo who has always been a shield to protect you. He is indeed a true older brother and that identity that comes with it has always given him a sense of order in a life where his existence has been unwanted from the moment he was a toddler. Some of hid oldest friends who are now also part of the Phantom Troupe have viewed you at times as nothing but a burden back in those days. Survival of the fittest is after all a concept that is all too true in Meteor City and it is clear that without Chrollo's protection your light would be snuffed out quickly in a place filled with outcasts and violence. Yet Chrollo has never thought once about abandoning you. After all you are all that he has and vice versa. Family should stick together and he will not allow one of his cherished people to be left behind to be torn apart.

📖​Your Nen ability is one of the strongest and most treasured in the entire Phantom Troupe. Yet just like your entire existence to the world outside it is shrouded and speculations and mysteries.To the troupe as well as to Chrollo you are the personification of a treasure that is priceless and for that would never be given away. Over the years everyone has formed a bond with you. Hardly surprising as you have never been allowed to bond with anyone outside of Chrollo's members. You are far too willing to spill out all the secrets and offer all of the help. It has gotten so bad that Chrollo is in fact actively searching for Nen abilities to restrict you with it all. Perhaps a part of him has even considered stealing your Nen to make it all easier and he knows that you would all too willingly let him do so if he were to ask. Hisoka is the only member of the troupe that is kept away from you though you approach him willingly to offer any help as he is the newest member. You are th easiest way to get under Chrollo's skin and that is why you are a beloved and popular target, only resulting in more isolation as a result. Perhaps it would really be easier to just steal your powers for you are too naive to wield them.

Alucard

🩸​Alucard has gone through great loss over the span of his very long life. He has lost everything. His people. His nation. His wife. His child. His faith. And perhaps worst of all, he has also lost parts of himself as he traded his humanity for the monster he now is and will forever be. That should make it at least a bit more understandable to why he is as protective and possessive of you as he is. After all after centuries of being all by himself and with nothing left to lose, there is something to be lost once more as the vampite gets attached to you. You are a weak spot of his, something that Alucard himself fully acknowledges. Yet strangely enough he cannot find it within himself to hate you for it. He has almost forgotten what it feels like to care for someone as much as he cares for you and with that returns a part of the humanity that he thought he had lost so many ages and empires ago. It is quite fascinationt though, wouldn't you agree? That a creature as feared as he is is chained to a fragile appearing thing like you all because for the first time he discovers once more what it feels like to have a family. Feelings are binding and that more efficiently than a contract through blood.

🩸​As someone who has lived for as long as Alucard has though, he also knows that people of your kind rarely survive in a world as unforgiving as this one. Though the time of great wars may not be upon you for the coming years, wolves lurk around everywhere. Kindness is unfortunately a trait that will always be taken advantage off. People will step on you and use you for their own gains and purposes and he worries that you will simply let it happen all because you have more kindness in you than anyone else. So to protect you from the monsters who would lay their greedy claws on you Alucard is always waiting in the shadows, observes every interaction you have and frightens those who believe that you could be nothing but a tool for their own satisfaction. He himself never takes much advantage of you and refuses all the help that you always offer him as most of the time your assistance would do more harm than good as he fights bloody battles and murders those who stand in Integra's way. Sometimes he wonders though if you are a salvation that the god he thought he abandoned so long ago sent his way to bring him back some of the lost humanity he sacrificed in the past.

Alexander Anderson

✝️​Anderson is a man drowning in his own belief of God, a servant so dedicated that he engages in violence all to fulfill the greater mission handed to him as a priest and Catholic. In spite of all that insanity brought to light due to his intense devotion he is still capable of attachment and care as seen by the orphans he has taken under his wings. You are no ordinary child though and you are no simple human either. You have never been even from earliest childhood days. Alexander and you couldn't be more different though as you don't engage in battle to kill all those who could pose a threat to the god you believe in. No, instead you have chosen a different path to express your faith by extending kindness and help to all those around you. A concept that on paper should be admirable as you love everyone and forgive all sins yet none of that brings Alexander much pride. In his eyes there is a clear divide amongst people as he condems those who are no Catholics to the point where he would let them die. So obsessed is he with the word of God. His kindness has limits whilst yours doesn't as you extend a friendly hand even to the enemy. A great betrayal in his eyes.

✝️​Yet you have been blessed with powers from God, received a divine gift that has made you the most vauable member of the religious organisation. No one would dare to even suggest killing you for what they view as betrayal. No one has the courage to do so either as Alexander is your older brother. Not by blood but by bond as he has been guided to find you when both of you were only children and you still without your gift yet already with your friendliness. The greed of people who only serve their own greed and not the word of God have always threatened to devour you even back then and not much has changed even as years have passed. That is why you are confined to the building of Ferdinant Lukes, the orphanage founded by Alexander. There you are placed just right, also taking care of the many children brought to the establishment and raising them. You are kept away from any activities of the Iscariot Agency as your assistance would only be a distraction for you would offer even the most hideous of monsters your hand and a redemption where none should be given. No, your abilities must remain a secret for otherwise all kinds of things would come after you.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾​It is surprising as it is that Sukuna has formed any kind of meaningful bond to begin with that doesn't end in a bloodbath. The ugly truth is that this bond didn't start the way that it is in the present. No, instead it is your unique Cursed Energy and your ability that comes with it that draws Sukuna to seek you out. After all his greed knows no bounds and the ability to create everything that someone could possibly desire is something many people would love to get their hands on. To their greatest misfortune Sukuna has already planned to make you his possession so any fools who get too close to reach you are mercilessly slaughtered by him. A part of him expects any level of fear or fright as those are emotions he is so used to see on people's faces. Yet the only thing that he receives is a disgusting smile and the polite question of why he is here and what he needs your help with. You possess a level of friendliness that is almost unnerving yet Sukuna finds himself enjoying the sinister aspect to it all. After all your willingness to even help him in spite of knowing his true goals clearly shows a lack of morality. You could be interesting after all.

🗾​Sukuna takes some sort of sick pleasure in it as time passes and he notices over and over again how you seem to be utterly incapable of any form of negative emotions. It makes you easy to use and easy to manipulate. The only downsight to it all is that the concept of loyalty is vague as you offer everyone your assistance that asks you of it. That is why you are locked away like a little bird and the only person he trusts with supervising you without abusing your power is Uraume. All of the finest riches and material treasures that adorn his body or that are in his possession are all your creations as a life of luxury is guaranteed with you by his side. Even though you show it in unique ways, in Sukuna's eyes you are still a proper curse with terrifying abilities. After all there is nothing that binds you to others as you discard bonds easily all because you have to help anyone who asks you of it. The only bond that you have and that you seem to value is with Sukuna for he is your brother and that has made him somewhat cocky. It is enjoyable after all, watching how people tear each other apart to have you only to be ultimately be killed by him. After all you are his little sister. His responsibility.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​The Gojo clan is a highly respected clan already and the birth of Satoru has only manifested the power associated with them. Being born as his younger sibling without any of the abilities that he has inherited, you are treated vastly different though. Gojo is pushed to be a weapon, to be on top, to be lonely. You experience your own loneliness but for a different reason. Stuck in the shadow of your older brother, constantly compared to the lonely genius who learns so fast and masters everything without even needing a teacher whilst you struggle with simple cursed techniques. Both of you lead unfair lives but for different reasons. Yet Satoru isn't like the rest of the clan as he takes you in and looks out for you where others would have simply ignored your average existance. Both of you only have each other after all so he decides that both of you should stick together. Through his efforts and questionable teaching methods you eventually unlock your own special ability. An immediate game changer a suddenly everyone wants to be your friend or wants to spend time with you. Satoru is against it yet you only reciprocate, mercilessly taken advantage of by the system.

🩵​Satoru has his hands even fuller from that day on as he needs to ensure that the world of the sorcerers experiences no threats whilst also seeing it through that no one from the higher-ups nor any other person can get too close to you and only use you. It is frustrating and borderline painful to see you behaving so obedient to every request that you receive as you have no will of your own. It hurts, especially since he expects you to trust him more as your older brother yet none of his words reach you as you immediately offer everything the moment someone asks you for it. The fear that both of you might be pitted against each other might be dismissed as paranoia by others. To Satoru the world isn't that nice though, especially not the world that both of you live in. Rumors and speculations are something that he can hardly contain yet information about the true extent of your abilities is generally kept a secret. It is your sheer willingness and the vulnerability that comes with it that has Satoru locking you permanently away with all sorts of special seals to keep others out. If only you wouldn't agree with him so easily then perhaps all of this would be less shameful for him. Your obedience is painful.

Geto Suguru

🗻​Sometimes Geto wonders if he would have killed you on that day just like he did his own parents if it wouldn't have been for the fact that you too are a sorcerer. A question that weights heavily on his mind at times when he observes you yet ultimately the reality is that you are no filthy monkey but a sorcerer with a very powerful ability. That is all that should count and the thought that always has him dropping this question. Suguru may be the leader of this entire movement and the person that everyone respects but your own powers are valued highly by everyone. Suguru would like to think that your abilities are worth even more than his own leadership as you are the key to create a world for only sorcerers. Yet it is most regrettable that your own kindness isn't quite as selective as his own is. In fact you are overflowing with friendliness and the will to help to the point where you offer your help to anyone. Whether it be an enemy of his or even one of the many filthy monkeys, you always approach everyone with that same smile and openness. Some of his own people secretly call you a traitor, words that Suguru denies. What he can't deny though is that your goals do not align with his own.

🗻​He is your older brother. You should trust in his choices and listen to him above anyone else. Obviously you do not think the same though as you ignore his every advice and warning and continue going out of your way. You even expose your powers to non-sorcerers and always force his hand to kill those individuals as they not only dared to get lose to you but also to keep them from spreading the news about your powers. Suguru is attempting every day to indoctrinate you with the same ideas that he and the entire cult centered around him follow yet none of his words reach you. You are blind. That is why eventually you are forbidden to step outside the shrine and are kept locked away in a small room like a precious artifact that shall only be taken outside when the time to wield it has arrived. What other choice really is there? You would betray not only your own kind but also him, your older brother, if someone were to ask you for anything that is meant to stand in his way and that knowledge drives Suguru almost mad. The resentment is ever-present with his brotherly love from that day on as he is never able to forget that you would take the hand of someone else if asked.

Nanami Kento

💛​Nanami is most familiar with the way that society works. Money talks and money rules. That is all that there is to life and even though he loathes the thought, he knows that he is only a small part in the great mechanism of it all. He would like to walk away at times but unfortunately he is a good person and for that his compassion always drives him back to a place where he will protect people from the horror of curses. It seems to be an inherited trait if one were to look at you, his younger sister. Only that with you this trait has blown out of propotions. Even as a small child you have always been too kind for your own good and Nanami cannot count the times where you were taken advantage of on both of his hands. It has always been him who had to step up or else you would have just continued pouring all of your energy into someone who would have lost likely never thanked you for it and would have only taken it for granted. The role of the older brother weights heavily upon him and it is through all those years that he has developed a naturally overprotective demeanor when it involves you. The world of the sorcerers is after all even less forgiving.

💛​Especially once you train your Cursed Energy and gain a very special ability does Kento view himself forced to step up even more. Years of attempting to teach you to set boundaries and think logically and not with whatever heart motivates you to keep on giving, you are still none the wiser. What can he do though? He holds no special power like Gojo does not could he simply turn his back on the system and abduct you like Geto has done. No, Kento is just one of many sorcerer and for that nothing valuable. The only option that he is left with is protecting you to the best of his abilities. You have obtained the highest rank of a sorcerer possible but less because you have fought for it tirelessly and more because your Cursed Technique is just that valuable to their world. That puts only more distance between the two of you that he has to overcome somehow. He could simply ask you for more Cursed Energy and power yet Kento refuses to be put in the same position as everyone else who wants more power, more money and more wealth from you. He is dangerously close to breaking though. Whether his sanity gives up first or his body will be seen in time.

[krewekreep]

When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

Requests Open

[slut4sugu]

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄— alucard tepes x fem!blackreader

౨ৎ: including— black!fem reader, established relationship, mentions of previous intercourse, of reader being in a previous toxic forced marriage, alucard being a gentleman, mentions of previous verbal and physical abuse from previous relationships, fluff+ angst a bit, kinda long lol, ALUCARD NEEDS A LOVE INTEREST IN THE SHOWWW

valentines event . song recc: my love mine all mine; mitski

The carriage rattled softly, a gentle counterpoint to the symphony of crickets chirping in the warm night air. Inside, you sat nestled beside Alucard, the soft velvet of your new emerald green gown brushing against his dark coat. He’d surprised you with it earlier, a gift to celebrate your first anniversary. It was just one of many surprises that evening.

The day had been a whirlwind of romance. A private tour of the art museum, followed by a candlelit dinner in a secluded garden overflowing with fragrant jasmine. He'd even commissioned a portrait of you, capturing the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. He'd truly outdone himself.

You had never even allowed yourself to dream of such luxury or pure bliss, so much so you found yourself speechless at each breathtaking sight. The way Alucard would take your hand in his, leading you up grand stairs with such grace as he whispered to gently to you about how gorgeous you looked in ivory.

It felt dream like — heavenly even.

"Enjoying the ride, my dear?" Alucard's voice, a low rumble, broke through your reverie. His amber eyes, usually so intense, held a soft, almost tender light.

"Immensely," you breathed, a genuine smile gracing your lips. "It's all been…perfect." He took your hand, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone so powerful. "You deserve nothing less." The delicate tone of his words plucked all your heart strings. The feeling of his lips every so slightly kissing your knuckles made you swoon.

It truly was a the perfect night.

So why couldn’t you shake it — why couldn’t you shake him?

As the carriage rolled past the moonlit park, a flicker of memory, unwelcome and sharp, pierced the bubble of happiness surrounding you.

A whisper of a past life, years before you met Alucard, echoed in your mind. A different dress, cheap and ill-fitting. Cruel demeaning words shouted in your face, every single day. Scars on your body trophies of your temporary victories. Over fights turned physical, sure you got the occasional slap or scratch in. But he always got the upper hand.

Though after a while, the fights blurred, your will to struggle faded and you decided tending to your deep seated wounds was a better use of energy. The scars would heal, and you’d smile tomorrow. Happily? Never, for peace? Yes. However you never were truly happy, never truly unbounded by the suffocating societal preferences of happiness until you met him. Until he saw you, heard you. Freed you.

“You needn’t worry about him any more.”

Words you so longed to hear by anyone. Anyone who dared stand up to the man you were forcibly married to. Words spoken in confidence by Alucard.

A different man, his words of love and admiration, not of cruel possessiveness. A man who never let a frown grace your lips, not even for a millisecond. A man who healed you, and your deep rooted scars. You were and are eternally grateful for Alucard welcoming you into his home and protecting you. Yet it still plagued you, his actions still tainted your mind.

Even after all this time he still had some control over your thoughts and you hated it. You hated every fiber of his being. You hated that he made you question if you even deserved this type of love, if you were ever even good enough for anyone. If you were meant for dresses of this quality, if pearls weren’t meant to sit on such ugly skin. You hated the fact that his words permeated your mind. That they made you truly question, if you deserved it.

Even if alucard respected your space, and only hugged you when you cried in the middle of nights. Even if he sat by your bed side when you’d be under the weather. Even if he kissed your tears away and made love to you (properly) for the first time under the stars. You still felt like this love wasn’t yours, that it shouldn’t be yours.

The memory was fleeting, a phantom touch, but it was enough. Your smile faltered, the joy in your eyes dimming slightly. You tried to push it away, to focus on the present, on Alucard's warm hand in yours, but the seed of unease had been planted.

Alucard, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor. He tilted his head, his gaze searching your face. "Something troubles you, my love?" You shook your head, attempting a lighthearted tone. "Just thinking about how much has changed these past years."

He didn't press, but his grip on your hand tightened reassuringly. He knew you better than you thought. He knew the shadows that lurked in the corners of your mind, the echoes of past hurts. He understood the vulnerability you tried so hard to conceal.

As the carriage slowed, approaching the castle, a single tear escaped, tracing a path down your cheek. You quickly brushed it away, hoping he hadn't seen.

But he had.

The carriage came to a halt, and before you could move, Alucard gently cupped your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed away the lingering dampness on your freckled cheek. His eyes, now filled with a deep understanding, met your chestnut ones.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't ever feel you have to hide anything from me. Not your joy, and certainly not your pain."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. "I know there are demons in your past, my love. I know there are thoughts that still haunt you. You don't have to carry them alone. Let me share your burden. Let me be your shield against the darkness."

His words, spoken with such sincerity and tenderness, broke the dam you had so carefully constructed around your emotions. More tears welled up, but these were different. Tears of relief, of gratitude, of love.

"Thank you darling" you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his strong arms offering a haven of comfort and security. He held you close, letting you cry until the storm of emotions subsided. He didn't need words. His presence, his silent understanding, was enough.

As you finally pulled away, your eyes red but your heart lighter, Alucard kissed your forehead, a soft, lingering touch. "I promise you, my love," he murmured, "I will spend the rest of my days making new memories with you. Memories that will eclipse the pain of your past."

And in that moment, you believed him. You knew that with Alucard by your side, the shadows would never again hold the same power. He was your anchor, your protector, your love. And together, you would face whatever the future held, hand in hand, heart to heart.

[pinkmirth]

i think adrian would get hard just from cuddling with you

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș!

❤︎ ₊ ˙ ⊹ 900+ words of . . . nsfw/smut, alucard x fem!reader ( black coded! ) established relationship, spooning, unprotected sex, creampie, minors shoo!

the simplest of affections are enough to rile up the poor man. what can he say? he’s a devoted lover! when you’re underneath the silken sheets of alucard’s grand bed, with him spooning you from behind, his arms wrapped around your middle as your body heat radiates off of him, he can’t help but grow . . . excited. he doesn’t think he could react any other way, being this close and intimate with a beautiful woman he loves.

adrian’s lean hips shift a little against your backside, and it isn’t long until you notice the his stirring cock prodding at you, settled between your clothed asscheeks. you can feel the subtle, steady pulse of his underside through your flimsy nightgown. you hum knowingly, feeling your own arousal grow, and he meekly apologizes with a deep, airy whisper to your ear. you welcome it, though; reaching behind you to slink your arm between your bodies, all to grab hold of him through his pyjamas.

adrian’s breath catches in his throat, holding back a rising groan, and you turn over a little to send him a sweet smile, one that embarrassingly makes his cock jump. god, he always reacts to every little thing you do; you just seem to have that effect on him. your fingers curl around the length of him, tugging down and swirling back up with a pace that makes his hips buck into the warmth of your soft palm. there’s a glint in your eye as you work him, one that shows him you want this— want him.

you steadily jerk his throbbing cock, and his grasp on your hips only grows tighter with every stroke. slippery precum spurts out from his mauve-pink tip and dribbles down, wetting your fingers as they massage his shaft. adrian doesn’t think he can take this for much longer— at this rate, he’ll end up orgasming from your hand alone. alucard pants into the crook of your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin there. his moans have a delicious rasp to it, and the shameless sound makes you throb.

“wanna put you inside,” is your soft confession, and who is he to deny you? the thought of being enveloped by your warm, tight cunt is enough to make his mouth water. he flits out his tongue to swipe over his fangs, releasing a shaky breath.

“of course, my love,” adrian gives in, flipping up the hem of your silk-white nightdress. his large palm encompasses the fat of your ass, kneading and squeezing before he goes to hold his cock at the base, lining up with your quivering hole. he starts slow when pressing it in, your wet entrance kissing his sensitive cockhead. adrian sinks in deeper, and he swears he could cum solely off of hearing you whine out his name so sweetly.

alucard kisses the delicate skin of your neck, his hand lifting up your side to cup your left breast and graze over your pebbled nipples. he starts making good work of you; fucking into you from behind, sucking love marks onto the delicate canvas of your flesh. he’s panting into your neck, and the feeling of his cock driving into you with such an undoing pace has you moaning out, rutting your ass back into him as a feeble attempt to match his thrusts. the momentum of his pistoning hips soon grows restless, almost overpowering.

resounding smacks of his pelvis to your backside begin to fill the room and echo off the walls. it’s almost as loud as both your sounds combined; his shuddering breaths and your broken mewls. his quickened pounding makes your back arch further, ass jutting out and rippling against his plunging hips. he slinks his hand forward, swiping the pads of his fingers against your needy clit, pressing tight circles into the puffy nub. “a—adrian!” you cry out, trying to pivot your face around to kiss him.

you’re then blessed with the sight of your beautiful husband. there’s beading sweat built up at his hairline, stray blonde hairs that have fallen into his face, the seductive flutter of his lashes, a scatter of blush that’s overtaken his cheeks, and his pale-pink lips that are trapped underneath his sharp gleaming teeth before your mouth desperately collides with his.

you moan into his mouth, and adrian takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, his thin blonde brows drawn downwards when he feels you clench around him. he pulses in return, swapping spit and suckling at your lower lip, swallowing up all the pretty sounds that pour from you. you feel yourself toppling over the edge, and it isn’t long until you’re creaming all over his cock. you let go with a silent gasp and your eyes screwed shut. he fucks you through it and lovingly coos into your ear, staring into your face when you convulse around him; your plush, agape lips, the cute furrow of your brows, and he glances a bit lower to ogle the delicious curve of your spine down to your butt.

a few more pumps and adrian finds himself unraveling. a raspy moan is what marks his climax, lowly whines falling from him when he cums. his tight grasp around your waist is still there, though it loosens with the dazed sensation that comes tug an orgasm. you bask in the feeling of his warm cum spurting into your womb, filling you up nicely. you pout once he slips out of you, a stream of cum spilling down your puffy cunt.

alucard frees out a deep sigh; one of content. again, you tip your head back to kiss him, a calmer one this time. he returns your affections with gentle pecks, mumbles “i love you’s” onto the soft pillow of your lips, caressing the curving plane of your hips. he’s sure that you both know he couldn’t possibly get enough of you.

[kkeidawrites]

The Battle of Famines

Welcome to Day 30 of Blacktober!

CW: spoilers, blood eating, violence

For months, the endless battle between the two countries of the eastern hemisphere battled on. No one was able to one up the other and in the process their armies dwindled closer to single digits.

It was also no secret that they were running low on supplies, especially food and such, this prompted the majority of the army returned to their homes, feeling it would be a better option than to die for a war they can’t even begin to remember why it was declared in the first place.

The smell of blood littered the ground as the two armies engaged in another bout of fighting, bodies falling before they even reached the enemy’s blades or some even fighting still with wounds they had previously.

Clanks are heard from swords meeting and the booming of the catapults launching the large boulders on either side. The sounds of war slowly died down over the next two hours, soldiers from both sides were falling like flies and all the more appearing to nibble on the dead.

Two remained on the battlefield, both swords raised and standing at opposing sides on the piles of mangled bodies of their respective sides.

Vlad Tepes III held the broadsword above his head as he pants tiredly. He couldn’t understand it. The other warriors that dared to raise a weapon to him was quickly cut down, even those who was showed favor by their advanced training wasn’t alive long enough to fight him.

Why was this one so different? What was keeping them so motivated? Sweat coated his brow from the heavy full set of gunmetal grey plate armor he wore, and his tattered black cape was growing heavy no doubt soaked in blood, it was miracle that it wasn’t weighing him down. Or perhaps his adrenaline was too high to tell.

The knight standing just meters away from him stood tall and proud, their lancer sword ready to strike again. They wore a bronze color armor, a helmet completely concealing their face and their flag wrapped around their right wrist.

“Heh, I’m quite impressed with you, soldier. You are one of the lucky ones to face me.” Vlad has a sick grin on his face while his opponent remained silent and still.

His opponent takes a step forward and Vlad chuckles darkly, taking this opportunity to rush the knight with a heavy swing of his sword. The knight dodges the swing and uses their wrist to uppercut him.

Vlad stumbles back with a grunt and blindly swings his weapon. The knight dodges once again but, Vlad uses this moment to step forward and kick them in their middle, launching them onto the ground.

Their helmet is knocked off and Vlad jumps on top of them to make the final blow but, their sword stops his large sword from touching their face.

A woman laid out below him, holding his sword back with her own all Vlad did was laugh once more. Her short hair was styled in an Afro as gold eyes glared at him. Her dark skin was littered with sweat and teeth gritted from the strength she was trying to hold back.

“A woman! Now this has become more interesting!” He cackles. The woman kicks him away and Vlad is pushed a few feet away from her. She uses her sword to get back onto her feet and positions her body in a stance of a lancer.

“No matter, let’s see what you’ve got!” Vlad yells out a battle cry as he charges her and the woman remains stoic and ready.

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Another four hours pass and Vlad Tepes III is finally finished fighting. He uses his broadsword to hold his upper body up as he knelt on the ground. The woman stayed on her feet, her lancer still raised and ready just encase he was ready to go again.

As he panted, he looked up at the woman again, still not making a noise or changing her facial expression and grins.

“Damn woman, you fight with gumption. A general would be honored to have you in his army. If we meet again, we should have another fight. I’ll even let you win.” He pants, then his arms fall to his sides as exhaustion finally takes over and his body slumps onto the sword.

Running past her, are two men from her faction who take the unconscious man up in their arms and drags him away. She watches them go and sheathes her sword to follow them silently.

Weeks pass, and the process of rebuilding is slow and painful as the bodies of the innocent, the enemy still littered the grounds. Of course, this didn’t stop the execution of the one responsible for all this carnage and destruction.

His head was locked in a pillory, he was was starved and beaten as he was forced to walk barefoot to his awaited execution. His black eyes look to his left and he sees a familiar face standing off to the side, a hood over their head but golden eyes watching him trudge up to the wooden stage.

Vlad’s head was placed on the tree trunk and he waited for the axe to fall on to his neck but, he wouldn’t leave this world without a fight and stretches his tongue out to lick the blood of the dead before his head is separated from his body.

The woman who was fearless enough to fight him, saw what he had done and takes a step back to find the body of a woman. She sees that the woman was pregnant and sighs in sadness.

This shouldn’t have happened, none of this should have happened. She walks away from the scene and takes this time to find the person that she had spoken with a few weeks ago.

Finding the hobble of a home within the outskirts of the torn village, the woman knocks twice and waits.

The crooked door is opened and the old woman revealed herself from behind it, a cracked smile on her face.

“Ah Y/n! Welcome back!” She moves to the side to let the woman inside and Y/n steps inside the home. Her tall stature needed to bend forward in order to walk in the living area and the old woman offered her a seat. Y/n took the seat and pulls off her hood.

“So,” the hag starts rubbing her hands together.

“Do we have a deal?” She asks.

Y/n looks over at the blue liquid vial on the nearby table and faces the woman again.

“Yɛ no (Do it).” She says and the gag cackles as she excitedly hands over the vial, uncorking it. Handing it over to Y/n, she looks down at the vial then drinks it in one go.

This vial, the chance to be immortal and remain this age until her untimely demise. Y/n knew the risks but, she felt that she could grow stronger with this inside of her body and the witchcraft that she was taught and maybe with time, this world would be better and different than it is now.

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The year 1999 begins and new management is now protecting the United Kingdom, Hellsing as they call themselves and the ever growing number of new members are constantly joining.

The secret agents that protect the public from corrupted politicians and blood hungry vampires were just as nonexistent and mysterious as Hellsing kept themselves and not once did anyone have the courage to dig deeper into their secrets.

Their most famous agent and king of vampires Vlad Tepes III, now named Alucard, had made himself a home at Hellsing headquarters and a way to release his inner demons on the rouge creatures of the night.

Tipping his red rimmed hat, Alucard walked through the many alleyways of the city of England on a slow trek back to base after dealing with ghoul attack nearby. He needed the break from his allies and he could feel that he was being followed.

A smirk is evident on his lips as he continues his steady pace and then he stops when he felt the person following him appear behind him. His hand on the Jackal he turns his head to see who was bold enough to take a stand against him.

“My, my, what kind of company will I have this evening?” He jeers, turning to the side to face the dark alley.

Footsteps approach him from the darkness and when they finally reveal themselves in the moonlight, the corners of his lips grow in a sadistic grin.

A laugh is released from him, almost maniacally as he pulls out his guns to point at who he saw.

“I remember you! I can’t believe you’re alive after all these centuries!” He cackled and the woman before him gives him a look.

The woman who he had fought likely 300 years ago stood in front of him with a tilt of her head, hair now long enough that it reached her bottom and her golden eyes now a light gold color.

“A vampire?” He questioned.

She says nothing and pulls out the lancer that he is all so familiar with and gets into her stance. Alucard laughs again and gets into a fighting stance as well.

“I do remember promising a fight between the two of us.” The woman gives him a blank look, one he never forgot and Alucard’s red eyes glow in excitement.

“Shall we?”

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If you guys want a part 2 let me know! Be sure to like, reblog, and comment!

[freyanistics]

It started off as a crack ship

It’s not becoming one now 😭

Art credit to trebol_draws on Instagram

[grimmbunniee]

I think I’m gonna hold off on that alucard reincarnated lover fanfic till season two of Castlevania nocturne comes out just so I can get a better grasp on Alucard personality 3 centuries later

I feel bad for putting it on hold but I wanna get a better concept of his personality after being alive for 3 centuries instead of 19/20 year old we had in Castlevania. Like his personality is bound to change.

[blond3ang3l]

Can we get more alucard:3

Of course! I was just thinking about this crazy vampire

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆

Alucard's rough lips pushed against your plump ones making a giggle fall from them as he pushed your veil behind your head. This was one of the moments of every single century he's been alive. The moment he had been waiting for. After losing you, every version of you in his past lives he finally had you all to himself. A intimate moment where you guys finally became one. Getting married in secret to one another in his favorite place of all. "I can't believe we finally did this." The only words that had been spoken after the two of you exchanged rings on one another fingers. Alucard didn't even realize he was crying until your hand came up to his face and wiped the rear off of his cheek. "It's real Lulu. We're married." The smile on your face made a sob leave his lips. His head came on to you shoulder while he cried, your hand brushing through his hair. "I'm so lucky. So lucky to be with you." He whispered softly to the point that you could barely hear him. This man was more than you could ever ask for