𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, exhibitionism mention, technically sex worker!reader, fingering, all characters featured are aged 18+
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𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ prompt # two // sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and see them
“Humans truly are fickle, aren’t they?” a wicked, bubbling chuckle rises from the depths of Alucard’s throat, and you can feel his fangs against the shell of your ear. you had to wonder if he was working hard to resist the temptation of biting you, or perhaps it was a simple act of self restraint, as one might if their belly is full from dinner but a big slice of chocolate cake is placed in front of them— after all, ghoulifying his favorite, little plaything wasn’t ideal. long, slender digits comb through your damp tendrils, razor nails nipping at your scalp. “Usually so eager for me, and yet right now I can feel a fiery blush on your skin.”
you were so warm; a wet, little heater pressed between his icy bare flesh and the cool glass of the window that stood taller than you. the moon was out, unencumbered by a cloudy night, and poured silvery glows over the way your breasts smashed against the glass.
“Someone will see…” you whisper— and your breath fogs the window in a small semicircle around where your cheek and lips are kissing it. “Someone will see me—“
“And?” Alucard laughs again, amused by your sudden shyness. the curve of his devilish grin smears along the side of your jaw, careening over your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Someone might look up and see this, yes. In fact, I’m almost certain they will. And they will see you, writhing and pinned, with my fingers toying your pretty, human cunt.” it’s a hiss of promise, and his other hand slips around your waist and over your belly, straight to your core. your legs spread wider, even as you balance on your tip-toes, allowing him access to your sex. the pads of his fore and ring finger plant themselves against your folds to spread them, exposing your throbbing bud for his middle finger to flick slowly at, relishing in the way you jerk and jump with each pass of pressure. “No one here will be surprised to find us like this, my dear. After all, were you not appointed to this very position by the Organization itself?”
“Well, yes, but—“
“‘But…’” he repeats the word with a taunting lilt. he purses his lips, kissing your neck with startling gentleness. “You’re a modest, little thing, and you don’t want your peers to look down on you, right?” sheepishly, you tilt your head and allow him better access, subtly nodding in response to his question as you do so. “Is a soldier looked down upon for killing?” he poses the question, his middle finger pressing against your clit like a pulsing button, and you let out a soft gasp.
“N—no—“
“A painter, for painting?”
“Nuh uh…” it was getting difficult to answer him, the pressure hard as he rubs the bundle, and his long, sharp nails pet and scrape at your slick, threatening to slice your skin. they don’t, as they’re attached to svelte fingers, but the thought still sends a shiver creeping up your spine.
“Of course not,” Alucard murmurs, his mouth gliding its way back up your neck and across your cheek. at this moment, he uses the grip on your hair to encourage your head with a nudge to turn so that he may stare directly into your eyes with his own crimson ones, burning with passion. his lips tease as they hover inches from yours— and your breath lands upon them only to ricochet back into your face. locked in a passionate stare with a devil such as Alucard was a death wish for anyone else, but you were different. “Just as a toy isn’t looked down upon for being played with.” his grin curls up, revealing more of his jagged fangs, making your heart beat faster, and he presses his mouth against yours in a devouring kiss, but one that is much too brief for your liking. you’d so much rather be smothered to your end by his lips and tongue. when he pulls away, just enough to allow you to breathe, the digit rubbing your clit inches down, prodding at your clenching hole. you were already prepared for him, and all it took was a little heavy petting and some nasty words. “Besides,” his voice is a mocking, yet affectionate baritone, “what with all the screaming, the begging, the crying out my name in what could only be pleasure, do you really think anyone in this building is oblivious to how thoroughly I use you?”
hey so im OBSESSEDDDDD with ur hellsing fics!!! the way you write the characters is so!!!! good!!!! are you considering writing a part 2 of either of the rivalry headcanons bc I would EAT that up,, that trope is my guilty pleasure. thank u mwah
I'm so glad you enjoy my hellsing works!!! 🥰
I might do 🤔 Im super into Hellsing and vampire hunter D, so I have lots of thoughts. I'm going to be more inactive with my focus due to uni work, but I'll try post some more stuff 😘 mwah back
“Oh you’re a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” with the man himself, Alucard 😈
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), maid!fem!reader, hypno kink, dub con, rough sex, noise control, dumbification, all characters featured are aged 18+
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compulsion.
you never knew the true meaning of that word until you looked into Alucard’s eyes. they were vermilion, and seemed to glow against the dimness in the room. so deep that you lost yourself in them. even pinned to the grand coffin lid, with one of your knees brought to your chest, you calf bouncing haplessly against his broad shoulder, you were an unblinking, thoughtless object now, staring up into them, swept into his trance.
he hadn’t stripped you at all. rather, your panties had been ripped off without so much as disturbing your skirt that he invaded you from underneath. the way your sleeves slid down your arms, revealing more and more of your heaving breasts as your neckline sagged, well, that was from your body going limp at his command and conquering. if you weren’t so hopelessly locked on to his gaze, you might’ve watched how your foot bounced around haphazardly behind his wild, raven tendrils, or listened to the humiliating squelching of your needy sex as he drove a mighty cock into you in merciless, deep thrusts.
Alucard grins, wide and wicked. “Hm, you know, I am almost amused at you, little one. All of that screaming and thrashing when I first caught you.. but now?” his gloved hand grabs your face, holding it steady amidst how he jostles you. “You didn’t fight the compulsion at all. Not even for a moment.” he chuckles, a thick and devious rumbling in his throat. “So easy it was to snap your little mind in half. Although, I suppose, you didn’t have much to break in the first place up there, did you?” he teases, through his toothy grin. sharpened fangs peek out from under the devilish curl of his lips.
your jaw is slack, tongue threatening to hang out from your parted tiers, and you pant, like an animal. you make sounds that you’ve never heard yourself make. he croons at them all, his sharp eyes never once allowing you a moment to regain an inkling of your sanity as his thumb careens over your chin to delve into your mouth. pushing the pad of it against the fleshy inside of your cheek, he anchors it there, tugging at your lips. “Stay nice and quiet,” his own voice drops to a lusty whisper, one hardly audible over the vulgar slapping of your skin as he pounds you, “don’t make a peep. We wouldn’t want your boss to find out his ditzy, little maid was snooping through guests’ room when she thought no one was awake. Would we?”
even as he brutalizes you, ramming his cock deep, bumping your limit, you can’t elicit anything louder than ragged panting. you could feel every throbbing, mighty inch, your walls fluttering and spasming as they stretched around him, and your stomach twisted into tight knots, but he had commanded you to be silent, and your body obeyed. drool gathers on your tongue, dribbling slow from where it rests against your chin, fully limp, and splattering against your breasts.
“There we go.” he chuckles, seeing your demise scribbled all over your puzzled, obedient expression. “You’re an obedient airhead.”
“I’m… an… obedient…. airhead…” you gurgle the words back to him, verbatim, your lips struggling to form the syllables as his thumb tugs at them. but you felt the words, deep in your being. you knew them to be true. because Alucard had spoken them.
an evil howl of laughter escapes his throat, baring his teeth in pure delight, “Aha, exactly, my dear. Exactly!” his free hand embraces your sex, clothed fingers dancing over your swollen clit, and your breathing gets heavier, still. your muscles tense, and you clench around his cock. “And so sensitive, aren’t you? With a tender, little clit.” a dark brow quirks, “I would wager, had I allowed it, you’d be screaming when I so much as do this…” his fingertips brush against your button and then pinch it. his trance is too strong for your body to misbehave, but your insides clamp down harder, a gurgled whine dying at the base of your throat, your eyes still fixed on him. “I can feel you trying to cum,” he grunts, shifting angles to pound at you from a fresh perspective. you slide against the lid of the coffin until your arms and free leg dangles off it, breasts jiggling out of your dress as his ferocious drilling reaches a truly maddening velocity. you’re limp, head rolling around against the coffin, mouth open and drooling, and your body is crumpled up as this man, no— this monster, uses it however he pleases. “tightening around me the deeper I go, oh you are a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he’s taunting you again, looking over you: a mass of obsidian, porcelain, and ruby in the darkness of the room. “Sneaking in to raid my belongings, and then taking my cock as deep as I can bury it in your fragile guts, and cumming from it? How delightfully pathetic you are! How filthy!” he snickers, fucking your limp body with reckless abandon. you merely stare up at him, your mind void of any thoughts except the one he speaks into it. “You can cum, greedy thing.” he permits with a chuckle, “And make quite the mess of yourself when you do. I’ll have you lick your taste off of my cock.”
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, heavy noncon, abuse and injuries, threats of violence against reader in detail, graphic depictions of blood, foot fucking, all characters featured are aged 18+
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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-six [ jan valentine + foot fucking ]
the last dime-shaped burn was still sizzling on your flesh, a faint gray stream curling up from your ankle as your bare feet rub against his lap. your skin was already littered with marks— bruises, cuts, burns. dozens of them. a staggering reminder, most of which would permanently marr your visage, that you were at the vampire’s mercy.
“You know what you are now, don’tcha?” his smirk was wide and toothy, twisting his ragged features into a chilling sight to behold. the gold hoops in his lower lips glint as he speaks, catching what little bit of light still held from the flickering, broken bulb that hung from the ceiling. you were grateful that your surroundings were mostly concealed in darkness, but you could smell the carnage. all the blood and gun smoke. the stench of the death of your friends and coworkers that lingered in the hallways. you were humiliated enough when you couldn’t even fight back, but the fact that Jan Valentine hadn’t even bothered to kill you yet, and instead had played with you, was even worse. treating you like a child’s doll, he left his marks on you, and pretzeled you into whatever position he wanted to torture you in next, and you could do nothing to stop it. unlike your stronger and more courageous comrades, who’d fought to their demise, you were left for the vampires to do with as they pleased. you sniffle, but the tears had mostly dried on your face, and look up at him with big, scared eyes. you’d already learnt better than to beg him for mercy, if your busted lip was an indication. Jan grinned wider, cocked his head to the side, and snickered. “You’re my little fuckslut now.” his razor’s edge fangs were stained red. with whose blood? you didn’t want to know. “A piece of meat, for me to carve up however the fuck I want to.”
you flinch at that, and push your trembling toes against his cock more fervently, allowing the entire sole of your soft foot to massage the rigid veins. he seems harder now that he’s describing cutting you.
“Thinking about making you bleed some more is making me hard, fuck.” Jan hisses, malevolently, as he reaches for you. one, rough grip takes hold of the hair at your scalp, and you cry out, closing your eyes tightly as he jerks you closer. “I think that’s what I’ll do. Make you a real prime cut of fuckmeat. Take away any part of you that wants to tell me no, or fight back, and leave only the places I can stick my dick untouched. What do you say? Want me to cut you?”
you shake your head, whimpering a nearly incoherent babble of no’s and god no’s.
“Then you better make every limb that that you want to keep useful, because only the parts of you that I can fuck interest me.” his threat spurs you, and you whimper, rubbing your soles against his cock with more urgency. you had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing, and that the sick bastard would actually cut your feet off if you didn’t make them useful to him. and that meant servicing him. “Keep going,” Jan grinned like the devil, jutting his hips forward as the toe of his heavy boot taps against the floor. “Wanna see my dick between your feet. Make it feel as good as a pussy, and I’ll letcha keep ‘em once I’ve shot my load on ‘em.”
you physically cringe and recoil at his words— they were so vulgar. but, you do as instructed and clamp your feet together, creating a tight gap for his cock to slide into, and you pump them up and down, your motions awkward and erratic, lacking skill. after all, you’ve never had to do this for anyone before. but you got the feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you were forced to do this for him.
“You’re gettin’ it.” Jan grunted in mild approval, and launched a wad of spit into his own lap. it soaked your feet, and you had no choice but to smear it over his twitching, swollen cock as they stroked it. your eyes flit to the sight of your disgraced, bruised feet and then away, humiliated and ashamed. Jan laughs, a loud and raspy cackle, stomping one foot close to you. “What, you still shy?” he taunts, menacing and cruel. “Stupid bitch, I’m not even close to being done here. You better get used to watching me fuck every part of ya, and show some gratitude for my choice to keep you alive while I do it.”
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, dub con, blood drinking ( no biting for canon reasons briefly explained ), knife kink, manipulation, luke being mean, victim blaming, all characters featured are aged 18+
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glittering silver as it cuts through the air is much too fast for your mortal eyes to follow, but you can hear it. it whistles through the air, screaming towards your bare, vulnerable neck. even if your hands were not already gathered at the wrists and stretched above your head, you wouldn’t have the reflexes to dodge the blade before it kisses your flesh.
at first, you feel nothing, but you can hear the knife slicing a shallow line, and then a moment later, the pain sinks in. “Ah!” you suck on your own whimper, back arching in protest, but when your bare breasts smash into Luke’s solid chest, he pushes only a portion of his strength to pin you back to the bed. “M— Master—“ your throat is burning; the superficial nick hurts like hell, and is leaking sparkling rubies. “H—hurts—“
“Quiet down,” Luke mutters, dipping his head low. golden tresses like gilded curtains tickling your naked form, and hiding his face from you. still, you know that his elongated tongue has slithered from between his curled tiers, because it swipes at the blood drawn to the surface of your throat before even a single droplet stains his crisp, pearly sheets. “You should be used to this by now.”
he was right— you were marked all over from those knives of his. they did what his fangs couldn’t without ruining you for him. they opened you up, for him to sip as he pleased.
you frown, dropping your head back, and stare at the billowing, white canopy. the night was hot, but the cool breeze that blew through the open windows only intensified the ice in his breath.
“Master…” you insist, still, bringing one knee up to press against his ribs. you don’t have the strength, nor the courage, to defy him, but you wanted him to feel the way you trembled. “I don’t want it to hurt anymore…”
“Hmm?”
you could hear the gurgling as he drinks you up. gentleman or no, he still let your thick, warm blood fill his mouth nearly to the point of overflowing before he swallowed, savoring your saccharine taste.
you gasp, happy and flustered when he presses forward, clumsily spearing your slick with his cock. he was hard, again. though, without grasping it and guiding it to your hole, he wouldn’t enter you. simply remind you that he was going to. make you anxious for it.
“Wanna…” you stutter, rubbing your calf against his hip. “Wanna… be like… you…”
after a moment or two more of agonizingly slow lapping with his tongue, Like withdraws, steadying himself above you on his knees. bleary eyed and shy, you look up at him, and squirm.
“Have I not told you before?” his brow quirks. without his spectacles, his emerald gems were just as piercing, if not more so, and you quickly avert your gaze from them, and nod. “The reason why you can never be like me? The reason I can never bite you?”
you knew why.
because you were no longer a virgin.
because of him.
Luke had only told you after taking your innocence that virgins alone could become one of his kind. if he bit you now, you’d turn into one of those horrible creatures— the ghouls.
the knife previously clutched in his free hand joins his glasses on the pillow beside your face, and his fingers caress your kneecap, tenderly enough to coax your eyes back on him, very tips of his digits kissing your skin. when your eyes meet, he wraps his massive fist around the bend and pushes your leg upwards, knee closer to your chest, before dropping his hand between you and grabbing hold of his cock. “Your own lust.” you expel a strangled whimper when he splits your netherlips and enters you. “This, right here,” he moans, too, glancing down to the join of your bodies. his long, soft hair waterfalls over the expanse of his broad chest and drag along the sheets, sweeping against your bum. each tendril threatens to get caught underneath you. he stares at your sex as if he were examining a priceless jewel. “This warm, wet cunt that I could smell the moment I met you. It made it impossible to resist the urge to take you.”
your hands clench into fists, digging crescent shaped marks into your palms, and you pant. Luke was falling into a steady, deep rhythm, pushing pressure into your lower belly that bulges in the shape of him, faint but visible. you look down at it, still wide eyed. still in awe that your body could welcome his in such a way.
“You bewitched me, didn’t you?” he asks, husky, and his hand flees to your face, gripping your jaw to angle it back up to him. look into those sharp eyes again. he uses his vice on your face to nod your head for you, but your lips were forming the words, subservient as he’d trained you.
“Y—yes, master.”
“I had no choice but to tame your needy cunt, did I?”
“N-no, master.”
“And now, you can never be like me.” he croons this, knowing that it hurt the big, weeping, human heart in your chest. because you adored him. and you could never be his bride, or even his lover. always his slave. “If I bit you now, it would turn you into a monster. We don’t want that, now do we?”
it was only when you sniffled that you realized your eyes were watering. were you crying from his cruelty? was it the flippant way he flaunted his immortality and refused yours or, did you weep for your desire for him to love you the way you loved him?
“N—no, master..!”
his thumb dips into your mouth when your lips part to form the words, gliding over your tongue, and he purrs with sadistic pleasure. “You make a perfectly fine pet.” he insists, his own lips curling back in a wicked grin to expose his blood-stained fangs. “It’s best not to fight your nature, after all: you were born to serve me. Your body, your blood, your life… your heart. They all belong to me, don’t they?”
snubbing and moaning out loud when his slender digits hollow your cheeks, your tears sparkling as they rained over his fingertips, and you nod again. “Yes, master!”
