#alucard x black reader

[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:

[levismommymilker3000]

Imagine lonely Alucard wasting away in his castle and you so happen to find yourself in front of the beautiful architecture during a storm…..you knock feverishly as his doors open…..he allows you inside in a few days you learn about each other, You’re a sweet kind thing, with a pretty smile, and big heavy breasts and a thick wide frame….you then decide to allow him inside your tight walls taking what he gives you… each mind breaking thrust fucking into you deeply. Yummy brown areolas and nubs hard and enticing through his gaze…. His thoughts are absolutely disgusting.. he imagines you filled with his seed, Round after round fucking his baby batter deep so it takes for pregnancy….allowing his fangs in your neck sucking your yummy nutrients, Your plump lips gasping for release…….this lovely beauty taking his cock~ years after years of being lonely….deprived from one’s touch and sulking in his sorrows he was not about to let you leave without filling you like you filled his emptiness~

I um will probably delete this 😭 this is my first time so yeahhhhhhhh……..

[freyanistics]

It started off as a crack ship

It’s not becoming one now 😭

Art credit to trebol_draws on Instagram

[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

[opalsdarkreadings]

(YOUR BLOG LOOKS SO LOVELY OML!) I was wondering if you could write H/C or an x reader story where Y/N is lost and ends up finding Alucard's castle. She tried to reach out for help, but Alucard don't give none no more. So, she ends up in a dangerous area and our pretty boy decides to save her and maybe gives her a chance?

Alucard x black! reader

Warning:none

Notes: I’m typing all this over my phone so some features aren’t on all on here. I’m also gonna break this up cause it’s getting long! Please come back for part two!

The air felt so thin, your lungs so desperately gasping air as you pressed your weaken body into the harsh and rough bark. Lines of sweat rolling off your skin, sliding down your features as your gulp whatever air that came to you.  

You couldn’t even decipher whether your hands were shaking due to adrenaline, starvation, or lack of garments. Either way, the freezing temperatures was relentless in its pursuit, nipping at any sort of expose skin. Causing that very area to turn numb with your blood running cold. Yet, your spirits still flicker brightly amidst the harsh storm. The twinkle of determination burning under the frigidness of the outside world. However, the same couldn’t be said for your physical body. Your muscles felt like stone, each weighing more then a ton while you push through the the blanket of white under your feet. The flimsy cloaks that rest over you, shuttering in the high wind. Threatening to be carried away if weren’t for the vice grip you had over the torn and ragged cloth.

As if your feet were on autopilot, they carry you forward. Eyes squinting in hope to clear the flakes of white that sprinkle over your lush lashes. Each crunch like a clock ticking away off your energy. Your vision doubles splitting off as you stumble along snow, legs trembling as you body felt heavier. Your body reacted before your mind could resister, you had walked into a stone step. Cold and ice over, yet still firm enough for you to climb upon. You could make it up the first two before collapsing into the stone steps, face only inches away from the door.

“Someone. Please help..” y/n mumbles weakly darkness consumes your vision, as your body shuts down

When you awoke, heat was the first sensation you felt. It engulfed you in a soft blanket not to the point of causing harm but enough to bring in comfort. Slowly your vision returns, e/c scanning over the area as you take in the environment. You were seated near a fireplace, the roars of flames and cackling pop of fire wood burning slowly fill your ears. You had thick blanket over your body. Wool, and warm like soft clouds, engulf you. You would have stayed there and went back to see if it weren’t for the gruff and deep voice that called out from the dimly lit room.

“You’re awake, good you can leave afterwards.”

The voice, a man, was gruff and held little emotion as he spoke. As though your very existence annoyed him.

Nearly jumping out your skin, you sit straight up. Eyes wide and searching frantically for the person. Yet not a single silhouette was shown.

“W-who are..” you stutter out gripping the blanket close to your frame as you frantically searched the dark.

“No need to know who I am just warm up and leave.” The voice answer back coldly. You blink looking around. From what little light shown in the room it seems this home belong to a very rich person. But confusion first came to mind.

Didn’t he bring you in here? Surely he had good intentions

“You surely don’t seem like a bad person, but you have quit the attitude.” You mumble the last bit under your breath barley above a whisper

“I heard that.” You felt someone presence near your ears as the word was spoken and you turned around. Face shrouded in confusion and amazement as a man stood next to you. Slightly bent to reach your ear.

He was beautiful to say the least, but that scowl over his face never did leave even as you faced him.

“I-I…how’d you..” you trail off, eyes racking over the man before you. His features being illuminated by the cackling fire before you. Blinking, you grip the blanket tighter worried that you may have gotten into something far more worse. His sharp yellow diamond eyes piercing through you like tiger watching over their prey. It was unnerving but strangely alluring all at the same time. His features were soft yet still held an edge to them to not be entirely feminine. Like a craved Greek statues.

“Are you done gawking?” He asked, elegant brow raised a he filled the silence that over took you. Finally breaking your eye contact you fiddle with the blanket edge.

“Please may I ask to stay here till..”

“No.” He interrupted, eyes glaring. Baffled as he didn’t let you finish a fury of anger bubbles in you for moment.

“Well that’s quite rude of you to not let me finish.” You snapped back glaring back to him as you huff. You were tired, hungry and barley clothes. Haven’t spent nearly three days on foot with barely any food and water with hunters on your back. You’ll be damned if you allowed some brat to treat you like shit.

“I could care less about your-

“I could care less about your attitude, you brought here, clearly you have some heart and I won’t be bullied back into that frigid hell.” You interjected glaring at him as you cross your arms

“I don’t know what prissy life you’ve had since then but all I’m asking is for the storm to pass over and ill leave.” Finally getting out all you wanted. Your e/c fall on his lemon colored ones. He stayed quiet, analyzing you again with eyes like predator scanning his prey before he scoffs.

“Very well, but you are only allows to stay in the front of my home no walking around and doing as you please.” He answered. Feeling pleased with yourself, you give him a small grin

“See was that so hard?”

“Don’t push it.”

[a-fictional-mans-whore257]

Alucard's new boo?

[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

[ziosukiiii]

qimir finds a way to get you to join the dark side...

he holds your lucisious thighs back to capture the beauty of your fat pussy. using his fingers to pinch the beautiful brown mounds of your nipple, nipping and sucking them leaving little marks all around your body. he whispers sweet nothings in your ears whilst giving your swollen clit teasing licks. he loves watching you writhe and scurry under him, he needs it, he craves it. which is why most times to spicy things up he has you wear his mask, to deprive you of your senses and force you to feel things more intimately using the force. and he fucking loves it. he laughs watching grind your hips into nothingness until you are forced to use the force to push his head down into your needy little pussy thats gushing just for him. then from there he feasts. he nips and suck your needy little bud, his tongue occasionally teasing at your entrance... both of them😋. he slides fingers in your tight little cunt and quickly finds your g-spot, repeating proding at it. the sound of the wetness and your desperate moans fill the room. only further contributing to your wetness.

he whispers things like.

"fuck, this beautiful little pussy just for me"

"you're being such a good little slut f'me y'know that?"

"mmhm, just like that baby"

"you taste heavenly baby, i cant stop eating this perfect little pussy"

"you were made f'me baby, jus f'me"

and even after you come he wont stop. not until hes finished at least....

[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.

[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~"

[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

[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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[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]

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.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 9

A/N: So, I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for this series, and sadly, this will be the final chapter. I hope you’ve enjoyed this – I certainly had fun exploring this dynamic and delving more into a softer Adrian. This will finally bring the long awaited slow burn to the forefront, so I hope it is what you imagined. Enjoy!

Summary: All in the name of love.

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Chapter 9 [Final]

“Easy does it.”

Wincing, the warmth of the water collides with the open wound on your arm, deep are its cuts that have marred your skin. They don’t look appealing, and you grimace at how they will scar. If you could only practice better with healing, you could get the scars to fade in the future, but they would never be fully gone, a reminder of your foolishness that day.

Adrian is silent as he works beside you, wrapping fresh gauze after he had to cauterise the bleeding on the side of the road. It left you slumped and light-headed for the remainder of the journey back to the castle, in and out of a state of lucidness, you found yourself by the fire, Adrian tending to you carefully.

You don’t mean the way to push Adrian’s fretting hands off of you, but the need for sleep has your mind exhausted, idly staring into the flames as you get distracted by what Adrian is saying to you.

“If you die on me, I will not forgive you, you know?”

You laugh breathlessly, catching him staring over at you from the corner of your eyes. “I’m sure I would need more than a scratch to put me down.”

“That is true,” he murmurs, sitting back in the space beside you. “But you’re still the bravest witch I know.”

“Ha ha.” you wince, sitting up as you try to get comfortable. If you’re lucky, you may find sleep with ease, whether that be looking at the fireplace or found back in your room alone and cold. “The dumbest witch you mean?”

Adrian leans closer in, subtle but you notice it without saying anything. You have grown comfortable with him beside you, and any contact whether it be discreet or not is enough for you to crave more. It seems the Dhampir is stuck in his thoughts whilst you observe him.

Placing a hand on his arm, you bring him out his thoughts, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing,” you cannot help but notice how his cheeks rouge lightly, looking away bashfully, “I just… there was something that drifted into my thoughts.”

“Which was?”

“Earlier today, when you were looking at the jewels, the jeweller commented about well… us.”

You stiffen, looking at him in horror and dread. “Oh, I’m sorry if that made you uneasy. I didn’t think it-”

“I didn’t feel uneasy by it however,” he managed to answer, and you hung on the edge of your seat to hear its words, “rather, it was… endearing.”

Oh.

“You... I do not know what to say, Adrian.” You laugh nervously, bubbling inside your stomach. “What does this all mean?”

Adrian shuffles closer in until his shoulder bristles against yours, “I suppose I should be downright honest with you at this moment,” his laughter is airy, with a hint of bravery he has plucked. “I am deeply afraid I will lose you one day, Y/N.”

You with ease hold his hand, reassuringly. “I’m not going anywhere, Adrian- it was just a scratch-”

“I’m not talking about the scratch, what does the future imply for me and… if you’ll be there beside me.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, you feel clammy, and every hair on your body rises until you cannot think straight. You’re certain your heart is in your mouth and you’re struggling to breathe, but Adrian continues, pouring his words out to you.

“It’s amusing how this has consumed me that I cannot articulate my words correctly.” He stumbles. “It is feverous the way you enter my dreams, my waking thoughts and worries. My days are never satiated until you’re by my side. You consume me, body and soul, and still, it is not enough.”

He is still breathtaking, even when he’s flustered, but you listen, only because you don’t know what to say.

“I thought it merely impossible for two people from different backgrounds to fall in love. My mother and father did and still, their love sprouted and flourished. A human and a vampire, it was a myth, but their love showed, despite how fleeting it was.” He chuckles hesitantly. “I never thought I could understand what they shared until I met you.”

“What are you saying, Adrian?”

“Oh, God, how do I say this without making a fool out of myself,” he’s so bashful, a blushing schoolboy who has to overcome this announcement, but he doesn’t stray from it, rather prides himself in the confession. He holds your hand close over his chest, above the stammer of his pulse. “My heart-- it yearns for you.”

You watch in the seconds that pass when you reciprocate his feelings that his entire demeanour changes. The tenseness of his body immediately relaxes, and relief surfaces within his eyes, sweet and pure. There is such softness to him that has surfaced that he seems like a completely different person. Perhaps he had been so nervous that you would reject him, that this had taken off guard.

Adrian doesn’t shy away from you, grabbing your face in his warm hands. You lean further into his touch, excited and giddy. His honey-golden eyes glow against the embers of the fireplace; bright with passion.

You don’t know who leans in first, but you gasp as Adrian’s lips brush against yours experimentally, eyes flickering up to your eyes to make sure you feel comfortable against him. Noses brushing, you relish in his scent, grazing your bottom lip against his. The gasp that leaves him is similar to a whimper, and you delve further against his, never truly having your lips connect with him until the teasing becomes all too much.

Two flames, flickering now as one.

His lips are warm and inviting, intense as your bodies collide with one another, hands seeking to hold as much of each other as possible. It takes some getting used to before you find confidence, teeth clanking awkwardly against his fangs, you adapt to kissing him quickly and find that his kisses are addictive, soft, and tentative.

Adrian lets out a garbled moan, his hands moving to your scalp, his fingers finding your scalp as he softly tugs your head back, disconnecting his lips from yours and finding the base of your neck.

You gasp, feeling like prey. Excitement bubbles up in your exposed throat, thinking he will finally sink his fangs into your flesh, however, hot wet kisses press from your pulse point, up along your jawline.

“Adrian.” You softly gasp, your hands finding his scalp as the Dhampir continues his actions.

Adrian pulls back to marvel at you and you’re both a sight to behold: hair dishevelled, skin flush. Adrian’s golden eyes are blown wide and dilated, his breath ragged.

“You’re addictive,” his breath is laboured, and he pulls you back against him. He cradles the side of your face with his hand, stroking your cheekbone, “my little witch.”

You don’t speak when your actions are used to show how much you adore him. You pour your love into him, and all worries and qualms, fears of the darkness and what lurks outside the castle walls disappear. You’re safe in his arms and you’re finally happy.

You don’t speak when your actions are used to show how much you adore him. You pour your love into him, and all worries and qualms, fears of the darkness and what lurks outside the castle walls disappear. You’re safe in his arms and you’re finally happy.

“Don’t leave me,” he murmurs against the fullness of your lips, holding you to him, afraid you will turn to ash in his hold. “Don’t leave me, please.”

“Never.” Are your words, and you promise to hold onto them, for as long as you carry breath and Adrian is there to breathe it back into you.

[vampyrcigs]

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