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vermont-writes-fanfic · 1 month ago

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Kinda curious on how you would rate the escapeability of yandere Alucard, Anderson, Enrico Maxwell and captain from hellsing

Hi Anon! I’m so sorry I just saw this but it’s a great ask!

The scale will go like this: 0= Inescapable 10= Complete Escape

Slight warning as ya know…yandere…

How escapable are they? PT.1

Alucard:

Escapability Rating: 1/10

"Is this a new game, little lamb?"

Okay so he doesn’t get a zero and for the single reason that I feel there is a small chance that you could pull it off. How long you’d escape him? Not very, however it *is* possible! He holds the firm belief that only humans can beat him in anything or best him, and I believe that extends to this. Even if you managed to escape him, you have to realise that to keep their little lapdog he has to be happy, so Sir Integra will likely waste no effort helping this man find you if it means that Alu with behave. Best to just learn to love him I guess~

Father Anderson

Escapability Rating: 0/10

"And where do you think you, are going?"

Father Alxander is nothing if not a man determined. There are too many of those vile creatures for you to be out and about without his protection, and since he is so busy keeping those monsters away from you and the orphanage you'll just have to stay put. Besides, the children love you there and he is always in a much more charitable mood when his darling is around to keep him satisfied. He's not above punishing you though, to think you could escape him is so silly of you. You belong to him.

Enrico Maxwell

Escabaility Rating: 5/10

"My precious Angel, where could you be~?"

This one really had me stumped for a minute, but ultimately this depends on how he sees you. He's a deeply religous man after all, if he sees you as a god send them you aren't going anywhere. He will have you buy his side for every visit, every meal, even his prayers he will have you by his side. The only time you have to escape is the window where he is a deep prayer or in a meeting with his subordinate Father Anderson discussing the business of the Vatican's Iscariot Association. He has zero eyes on you during this time and expects you to be a good little angel and stay in his room until he is done. He has too much faith in you, but has his spoiling his little angel convinced you to stay?

The Captain

"...Stay."

Escabability Rating: 4/10

Hear me out okay? He is the only one who sees you more as a lover than just some pretty little thing to keep locked up. However, he's extremely protective of you and has your scent ingrained in his memory like his life depends on it. If you did escape, which would be pretty easy under the right circumstances, he'd be on the hunt for you Immediatley, and only the sharp order of his superiors would be able to sway him, that and the taste of his own blood. He would never stop searching for you and even when you are far away you can hear his howling, he's never far from finding his prescious mate and you'll end up in his arms again if you aren't careful. But is that really so bad?

A/N:Thank you so much for your ask and I'd love to get some more!

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tokoyamisstuff · 19 days ago

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Penance...

...in which Father Anderson makes you repent for the sin of making him fall for you.

18+ | 2,5k. words | f! Reader | not proofread | happy ending

Inspired by -> those <- old Headcanons from @thirstyforlulu that made me feel things.

Warnings: some angst, porn without plot, hatefuck, dom/sub undertones, slut shaming, choking, spanking, seriously this is just pure filth...he asks for consent several times tho.

Father Anderson's unmistakeable steps were echoing through the hallway long before he reached his destination. Just like with an approaching thunderstorm, if you hear it coming, it's already far too late to hide.

His knocks were loud and impatient, bearing a subtle threat that shall you keep him waiting any longer, he might as well tear down the goddamn door. He didn't mind the possibility of anyone hearing what's going on, and frankly he was too blinded by his wrath to even care.

Because now that he made up his mind, not even god himself would be able to stop him.

It feels like an eternity until you finally open, sleepily blinking up to the man that had so rudely disturbed your night's rest. He was wordlessly looming over you, face twisted in rage and something undecipherable. Yet there was no anger, no fear to be detected in your alluring gaze, just trusting confusion.

"Father?" You sound worried, tilting your head to the side as you rub your eyes and for the fraction of the moment, his features soften. "Is everything alright?"

Anderson balls his fists several times, jaw clenched tight as the last remnant of his volition still hesitated to give in to this overwhelming desire. He was torn apart on the inside, but his self-restraint fainted with every passing second in your proximity.

After endless nights of praying, begging god for guidance, he had grown weary to ward off these intense feelings. For decades he fullfilled his holy duty without fail, had never asked for anything before and yet it seemed that in this time of adversity his god had forsaken him.

If the Lord would not answer his prayers, then he would stop trying to renounce what he so greatly yearned for. But once that line is crossed, there would be no going back for either of you.

Well, then so be it.

A desperate groan cut through the silence and eventually his lips crash over yours as he enters, slamming the door shut behind him. The kiss takes your breath away, despite the obvious inexperience there was to it. You gasp when his tongue forcefully splits your mouth open, running across your bottom lips before exploring the inside.

Anderson's chest is heaving as he tore himself away from you, breath visible as feeble mist. You cannot make out his eyes behind the reflection of his glasses, but that wasn't necessary to notice his emotional turmoil.

You were overwhelmed but at the same time incredibly blissful that he had the courage to do what you never would've dared. That initial excitement wouldn't last long however, and before you could even register what happened, the priest had bent you over the next best surface. A bang halls through the room as your head hits onto the tabletop, your body pressed against the cold material at least partially soothing the pain.

"Do ye have no shame, woman?" His tone is unusual cold, sending a shiver down your spine as he speaks. "Dragging a righteous man of faith down to your level is a sin against god."

"Wha-" You still felt dizzy due to the impact, but slowly began to grasp the situation. "But Alexander, I didn't do anything wro-"

"That's still 'Father Anderson' for ye" he reminds, harshly janking back your hair.

How dare you acting all innocent now? You knew exactly what you were doing, all this time!

With the way you acted, presented yourself, spoke around him there's no way he could buy any cheap excuse of yours right now. Every subtle touch of yours made him feel like electric shocks surged through his system, every sweet affirmation only further worsening this tormenting need that could only be quenched by having you in every way possible.

It was sweet torture to be given fractions of what he could never have, and yet giving in would mean losing a central part of himself forever.

When he shall betray his oath, then he'll at least make you pay the price.

Anderson grids, almost snarls as he remembered your past transgressions, wants to make you feel just a fraction of the misery you made him go through.

"The devil has triumphed" he explained coldly, impassive even. "and you are his accomplice. You must be punished for your actions."

"N-No, please- ah!" You bite your tongue to suppress a moan, feeling Anderson grind against you from behind.

"Just look at you" he spat, tone laced with a venom he usually only adressed heathens and monsters with. You wore nothing but a thin, almost translucent nightgown and a string which he provocatingly tugged on, his tongue clicking in contempt. "Is that how a virtuous servant of god is supposed to dress? Pathetic."

Embarrassment washes over you but there was no time to dwell in your pity, since his hands already sneak beneath the fabric, the cold leather of his gloves making your nipples betray you and stiffen under his touch. "No better than a Babylonic whore..."

The implication of both his words and actions fills you with dread.

It is so unlike himself to act this way, as if the sweet, caring man you once knew had been replaced by a cruel lunatic, akin to a feral beast. He frightened you like this, and you anxiously wondered if you'd ever see the real Anderson again. The man that had sworn to protect you, who would never voluntarily hurt you in any way.

He seems far away now.

"I-I really don't know what you're talking abo-" Anderson cuts you off right there, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your hips as he rams them against his clothed cock. You feel him harden as you try to squirm out of his grasp, your writing only spurring him more.

"Don't play dumb. Ye wanted me to do this, didn't ye?" The assassin leans over your shaking body, his breath hot on your ear as he chuckles darkly. "Tell me I'm wrong and I'll stop at once."

You stare at him for a while, completely quiet, before averting your eyes in shame, not denying his accusations. "Knew it..." The man smirks diabolical, tearing your gown apart at the seam in one skilled movement. "This whole time you tried to entice me even though you knew the consequence, yes?"

You were at loss for words. While the priest was right about your indecent attachment, you never planned to take it any further - at least not consciously. Maybe you did act different around him, but that would mean you're at fault for tempting one of the churches most loyal. No wonder he's behaving so twisted, his faith means everything to him after all.

What does that make you?

Tears dwell in your eyes and countless apologies drop from your lips, but they all went on deaf ears.

"No need to ask me" he declares, pointing to the sky. "Tell it to god."

You might have succeeded to make him commit this sin, but at least he'll do it on his terms...

...and right now he wants you to ask for forgiveness until the sound of your pleas would quiet the screaming conscience in his mind.

The priest places a firm hand on your ass, groaning at the sensation. "Lets see if you caught up on your teachings. Recite 1 John, 1:9."

"If we confess our sins, he will for- ah!"

"Wrong" he emphasizes his word with a slap, ordering "Again."

“I-If we- ouch!" you hiss, and your screams are like music in his ears. "No stuttering when you talk about the Lord's gospel. Again."

This scenery repeats several times, with the priest always finding some minor detail to reject your version, all just to dwell into this reverted power dynamic a little longer.

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

"Amen. Good girl..." he purrs, rubbing the sore flesh of your behind, until his fingers find something else to busy themselves with, fingertips brushing against your folds. "So wet already...you really wanted this, huh? Ye happy now?"

You nod both eager and bashful, the endearing sight almost appeasing him enough to go easier on you...only almost, though. Without warning he pumps one finger inside, a muffled gasp escaping your throat at the action. It works with such ease that he enters another and then one more, the material of his gloves making lewd noices as he prepares you well.

"Don't tell me you've done this before..." You coat yourself in silence once again. He knew very well you were a woman long before turning your way towards religion way later in life. "Tz tz tz...such a dirty, filthy thing in my church..."

You whine and buckle your hips when he pulls out, much to his amusement. His gloves are coated with your juice and he leads them to his tongue, getting a sample of your nectar while he stares you down intensely.

Shit, you taste like heaven.

"Nah-ah-ah..." Anderson scolds as he roams your curves, his finally uncovered palm relishing the sensation of your tender skin against his calloused hands. "Sinners don't get to cum...yet."

The man keeps holding you firmly in place, his other hand unbuckling his belt. You feel his thick head at your entrance, a mixture of panic and fervor rising in your chest.

"Last chance to tell me to stop" he warns, a paradox fondness in the way he speaks opposite to how he's handling you. "N-No...please..."

"Please what?" Growing impatient, you feel his erection twitch as he rubs himself between your thighs. "Speak up."

"Shit- please...I want you, Anderson...ah!" The man lets out a gluttural sound when he buries himself inside of you, slowly stretching your insides.

Bloody fucking hell, you feel even better than he could ever have imagined.

"Such a pretty lil' thing..." he murmurs as he watches you so neatly wrapped around his cock, giving you some time to adjust to his size before he starts moving. "So pretty and mine."

You groan at the pleasant ache, feeling so damn full when he starts violently thrusting into you, showering you with both vile curses and enamored praise.

Anderson keeps you pinned down, wrists twisted behind your back and your head pressed against the furniture. Like in a trance he keeps up this brutal pace, puts all of his pent-up frustration into it as he mercilessly rams into you.

"D-Don't stop...mhh..." His movements become more erratic, but your sweet pleas make him chase this high for you. He keeps hitting a spot that makes you sing for him until he feels your body tense beneath his. You see stars, being reduced to a moaning and trembling mess as Anderson rides you through your high.

The way you moan his name like it's a sacred prayer sends him over the edge shortly after and he stops, ramming into you one more time and spilling deep inside of you.

Anderson remains still, stays like this for a while before he pulls out, watching his seed leaking out and dripping down your leg. Out of a whim he shoves it all back in, keeping his fingers steady against your sensitive hole. "Ye wanted it, now don't ye dare wasting any."

His orgasm had hit him with a force that made his mind go blank, but when the haze in his brain slowly fades, the realization of what he just did made the pleasant aftershock vanish in an instant. Anger boils up in his guts once again, at constant war with the conflicting flutters of his heart.

"...god, I hate you..."

Those words together with his disgusted look made your chest narrow, but you were far too exhausted to have a proper reaction. You want to move and quickly cover yourself, but he's far from done yet, swiftly spinning you around on your back and aligning himself with your entrance again. "I don't think so" he mocks, a sadistic glee present on his features as he presses his thumb on your clit, earning a cry. "We'll continue until you've learned your lesson."

Anderson holds you down by the throat as he shoves himself inside you again, the overstimulation almost too much to bear. You feel like you've been set on fire, clawing on his arm to make him have mercy. And yet he feels your walls clench around him each time he squeezes down on your windpipe.

Indeed, seeing you like this, all messed up and stained with tears, isn't nearly as satisfying as he hoped it to be. Quite the opposite even, he loathes himself for being so obviously unable to be the man you deserve.

Maybe that was what this is about...

All his life he scorned having been born a mere man, since the weight of awareness that came with it was simply crushing. He strived to become an unfeeling tool to implement god's will, and as such he shouldn't have to feel like this.

So why can't he shake off what makes him so undeniably human?

"Stop..." he grids in between frantic thrusts, voice cracking. "Stop...looking at me...like...that..."

Still, you stare at him in awe as if he just personally hung the moon, hand trailing across the arm holding you down until it settled on his cheek. Your lips mutely form his name before curving into a vibrant smile, and he is completely and utterly forlorn at the sight.

Anderson lets out a sob as closes the gap between the two of you again, his mouth covering yours in exasperation. "I hate you..." he repeats, his voice meek and more woeful this time. "I hate how much I love you...shit, I love you so, so much, I-"

"I know. I feel the same, Alexander..." You redeem him with another kiss, both passionate and soothing as you wrap your hands around his neck, hands entangled in his hair. He immediately reciprocates, lifting you up against a wall to be as close as humanly possible. More careful this time he settles for a slow pace, head buried in your neck and tenderly raising blood to the skin, placing a mark of possession.

This time you come undone together in a tight embrace, unwilling to let go even long after the waves of your release ebbed away. Your foreheads are touching and you erupt into relieved laughter, which Anderson cannot help but sheepishly join in.

He begins planting countless pecks to your face, neck, shoulder, wherever his lips could reach, a hint of remorse flashing in his eyes as he caresses the bruise forming on your neck.

"Come." He timidly lets you down on your still wobbly feet, stuffing himself back into his pants. "Get dressed. We need to get going."

"Wha-" you raise an eyebrow at him as he throws the next best piece of clothing your way, almost offended at the lack of aftercare. "Where to?!"

"The confessional." Oh, that man is fucking crazy. "Then let me at least take a shower befo- hey!"

There was no use in arguing, for he had already picked you up again, bridal style this time. "Later" he urges, pressing a wet kiss into your hair and another one to your cheek. "I'll carry you if I have to."

Seems like the old Anderson is back...too bad, since you had just started enjoying this other side of his.

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