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Alucard

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(Cockwarming, biting, monsterfucking, vampire!)

Alucard pressed his lips up against your neck, as he kissed and licked at the skin, while his arms were wrapped around you. He held you tight in his lap as he left little marks spread across your collarbone, his fangs poking at the skin as he smirked, he lifted his head, and looked to you. “You are really willing to give up.. what makes you.. you?” Alucard spoke softly, he tilted his head gently, watching your expression. He could smell how excited he made you, and he could smell the blood that ran through your veins. He pressed his lips against your neck where your heart pulsed, which made you bite your lip when he opened his mouth, sucking the skin into his mouth. Soft moans passed your lips, as Alucard’s gloved hands found the back of your head, his fingers tangling into the soft hair, and he gave a little pull, tilting your head back, he moved his lips to the front of your neck. “A-Alucard.. I.. want to be yours.. forever. I’d.. spend the rest of my life with you if I could..” You spoke softly, one of your hands slide up his jacket covered arm, and you grip his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I can make that happen..” Alucard whispered huskily, he spoke again “but once.. my venom enters your veins… there is no turning back.. I will take your life..” a shiver shot up your spine as he spoke, and you made a soft groan. Alucard leaned close, kissing your lips, his free hand on your hips, as he shifted you around in his lap, your legs hooked around his hips, you made a soft whimper, Alucard’s thickness filled you full, and he gave a motion of his hips, making you let out a louder noise than you expected.

Alucard made a little groan against your ear as he settled in fully, he watched as you bit your lip, and shifted around to get him to move, causing him to smirk. “You want more, my little demon?” Alucard offered more with a tease, he slid both of his hands to your hips, moving you both, to lay back on your bed, he hooked your legs over his hips, and slid himself back in, making a deep moan. Both of you moaned in sync. Alucard once settled back inside you, he felt you lock your ankles over his back, and he slid his right hand down under his jacket, unstrapping his Casull off his hip, he leaned over to place it on the nightstand, then he slid his left down the other hip, taking his Jackal off, setting it with his other gun. “Don’t worry.. you aren’t a freak I need the gun for, you are a different type of freak..” Alucard teased and he laughed. You shook your head, and Alucard gave a thrust of his hips, the feeling made you throw your head back, and whimper. “My little monster fucker.. you like vampire cock?” Alucard was husky and deep, he was setting a steady pace. Alucard’s blood red eyes met yours once he pulled his glasses off, setting them beside your head on the pillow. He held your gaze, as he brought a hand up to his lips, his teeth biting the middle finger of his glove, and he pulled it off, smirking, fangs flashing sharply over his lips.

Alucard’s hand found your throat, and he gave a soft squeeze, he could feel you trembling on him. “Mhm my little sweet vampire fucker.. what should I do with you.. oh god I wanna drink you..just a little taste?” Alucard’s words made you whimper. You nodded excitedly, and tilted your head to the side. “Please!! Please!” You begged softly, and Alucard laughed, before he leaned close, his fangs pressing to your skin of your neck, and he sunk them in, causing you to make a loud pained moan. Alucard made a low noise as he got a taste of your blood, he closed his eyes low moans against your skin. He slid a hand up to hold your jaw of your turned head, he was drinking with soft slurps and noises of pleasure, his other hand grips your hip tightly. “Ah-Alucard~” you whimpered softly, your fingernails drag across his shoulders after you push his long red jacket down his back, you curl your fingers and grip his shoulder blade. Alucard smirks, and then leans up to kiss your lips, your blood on his lips, he speaks seductive. “I told you~ just a little taste~”

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The Way You Look Tonight

Chapter Five • The Way You Look Tonight

Contents: MULTI-CHAPTER, Alucard (Hellsing)xfem!reader, eventual NSFW, written in 2nd person, relatively ambiguous time period but pre-2000s, reader and family members descriptions (other than clothes and personalities) are kept ambiguous for the sake of inclusion, ghost Alucard (kind of?), spooky stuff, Integra is dead and the Hellsing Organization has been dissolved, Alucard in the flesh in this one, yandere/obsessive themes (Nothing too crazy… I think… though crazy is subjective), blood (shocker), possession.

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As your father had said: the previously closed-off lower level was very much in worse condition than the rest of the house. The floorboards were covered in a layer of dust and water stains, the carpet had turned a soggy brown, and the wallpaper had begun to peel off the walls, yellowed and damaged. It was a grotesque sight. What a shame that most of the art in those halls had gotten ruined too. So many possibly historic paintings were rotten and unsalvageable. You felt bad when you’d had to carry a once beautiful portrait out to the dumpster that your father had rented. The portrait was of a young girl with hair so blonde it almost looked white. It was a shame the rats had eaten at the canvas. Only her head and portions of her chest remained. You gave her one last solemn stare, muttering, “You’re about in the same state as me,” before sliding the painting carefully into the bin. You felt like rats had eaten holes in your sanity. The unrealness of the night still brought on a bout of nausea every time you tried to comprehend it. You couldn't sleep and couldn't stay awake. Both options resulted in a horrifying outcome. Real nightmares. What were you supposed to do? He would keep coming every night, regardless of your state of mind.

Your thought is interrupted by a shout. It was your brother waving you over from the front door. Was something wrong? You furrow your brows and tail after him into the house. “What’s the matter?” you ask.

“Dad found a staircase behind one of those big paintings.” He explains, legs working at a jogging pace around corner after corner until the hall opens up in front of the two of you. Your whole family is gathered around the right-hand wall of the hall, your father in the motions of setting aside the huge painting on the opposite wall. After propping it up and dusting off his hands, he returns to the right-hand wall. There’s a staircase there just as your brother had said. You stop short, staring at the dark gaping maw carved into the wall. The stairs were a steep decline into murky black shadows. The sight of shadows so thick has you taking an unsure step backward. Memories of being in a room that dark plague you. The events of last night are too fresh… and this darkness is too familiar.

“It’s a basement.” You whisper. You had been right. This information had been cut out of the building’s plans.

“I don't remember seeing this in the paperwork.” Your father mutters to your mother, who shakes her head cautiously, eyes glued to the darkness while she presses her knuckles to her lips. The sight of it seems to make her uneasy as well. “Alright,” your father places his hands on his hips, “No one’s allowed down there until I get some guys to check it out. Not disclosing a basement on the map of the house is a bit of a red flag. We don't know what’s down there.”

You did. As you stared into that thick wall of shadow… you knew. He was down there. Waiting. Waiting like a shark underwater. A trapdoor spider. A monster. The thought made you sick. You contemplated then, at that moment, running away, taking a train home, disappearing, dying, calling an exorcist. A million things and yet you knew you didn't have the time before night fell. The painting was no longer blocking the hole… and now you dreaded what awful thing would come clamoring out of it… hellbent on terrorizing you.

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You’re beginning to worry that the death of the previous owner might have been less than savory. Perhaps it was this thing that had taken them, and not old age like you’d thought. You were never one to believe in ghosts. More accurately, you had not been. Now, you had no other explanation. You’d ruled out schizophrenia — those marks on your skin were real. A demon? Maybe. Were demons real? Has anyone ever seen a demon? You were on the fence about that. A vengeful ghost seemed like the perfect fit for this entity. But vengeful wasn’t the right word. Obsessive. This ghost did not torment any of your family members the same way it tormented you. That’s why… you couldn’t ignore its obvious obsession with you. Good or bad, you couldn’t discern. It seemed to swing on a pendulum. That thing seemed to gain equal pleasure from courting you in its strange, twisted way that it did terrifying you, sometimes doing both at once.

Now, you stand beside your bed. The air feels cold, and your thoughts have come to an eerie stillness. This must be the silent quiet of acceptance. You don’t remember the day — gone by in a blur. You don’t recall what you ate for dinner or how late in the night it was. You don’t recall taking a shower, though your hair is damp and smells like your shampoo. Your muscles were sore too… so you must have gone about your day and finished helping your family clean out the lower level even after that discovery — the basement. As you think that… the memory fades. You realize that you’re exhausted. You can’t go on. You need to sleep.

You have no recollection of lying in bed. Were you in bed now? The warm weight draped over you feels familiar — like your covers — and the softness beneath you as well. Asleep. Finally. You let your thoughts drift out of the limbo between consciousness and sleep — to fall deeper into the warm darkness of rest.

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“Someday, when I'm awfully low,” you hear the grain of your record player scratching through the fabric of sleep. “When the world is cold,” your eyelids shift, consciousness rising from a deep respite. “I will feel a glow just thinking of you,” your eyes open, and your heart sinks, yet you don't move. You stare up at the ceiling, unable to feel anything but the cold dead rake of dread. “And the way you look tonight,” Slowly, your eyes tick over to the record player, vinyl circling in a wobbly manner atop it. With a tremble of your lip, you begin to break down. Anger and fear give rise to the way you rip your covers off, grab your flashlight, and bolt over to the record player. You yank it from the vanity, vinyl and all, and take it to the window. You fumble with the latch in the dark and once you manage to get it loose, it flings open with a cold gust of wind. Letting out a cry, you throw the record player out the window, watching it splinter to bits on the grass far below. You’re trembling violently now, teeth chattering and eyes flitting about the room as you slip into mania.

Wordlessly, you're moving. Blown past the point of sanity, something else takes over. Invisible hands pushing you forward, out of the room, down the stairs, out into the cold, cold air of the night. Dewy grass slicks your bare feet, toes aching from the frostiness. It doesn't pull you from your trance. Someone else is pulling the reins now. The second your guard fell, the second your sanity broke, something slithered into your mind. You realize, by the time you're wandering hazily through the rotting halls of the manor's lower level, that you feel… warm. Not warm on your skin, but warm on the inside. Safe. The word rings in your head and in your weakened state, you accept it without question. You cling to that word, desperately, only yourself in a small portion of your mind. Your body’s no longer your own, not right now. But you know where you're going: to the basement. At that, a lick of fear spasms you momentarily back into control, just enough to halt your feet on the dusty carpet. It’s overwhelmed with another lapse of warm reassurance. You’re not hearing words… you’re feeling. Feeling… like a warm blanket wrapped around that sane part of you, the part that can still think, the part that can still see out of your own eyes. Feeling… that sane part of you placed carefully in the far corners of your mind, subdued, secure, warm. The part of you that is still able to comprehend watches through your eyes as if they were a distant window. Bleary vision and a too-far picture. It’s enough to make out the blackness of the stairs that envelop you as your body makes its way down into the basement. Down into the dark, the cold, the damp.

And then the door. The door from your dream. You watch… motionless… exhausted… and far away… as its outside bolt shudders off the lock piece, which sends the door swinging open with a slow, grating groan. Real. This was real. Real! Real!! You snap out of the trance and forcefully expel whatever had possessed you, but not without it pulling your body into the dark room before relinquishing control. You’re panting, in a cold sweat, and panicking. You suddenly remember you were still holding your flashlight, its weight dangling in your hand. Breathing fast, you fumble for it and click the button over and over until it flickers on. Dust particles flutter through the beam of light, which barely cuts through the black air around you. You shine it around quickly, only for the beam to catch on a figure slumped against the opposite wall. You scream in shock. It takes a moment of staring before you even begin to flick through the possibilities. It was… a man. Or… what used to be a man. The corpse’s long legs are splayed out haphazardly in front of it, head bowed, white hair fallen over its face. It looks more like a mummified corpse. You can still make out the form of emaciated muscle under the clothing it wears — a red coat and a charcoal suit. It was him. He’d been pointing you here… all this time. To what? To free his soul? Was he looking for closure? You’re too scared to move forward, no, you shouldn't move forward at all. “So…” you shudder out with a heavy swallow, “You’ve terrorized me enough, haven't you? Are you satisfied now that I’ve seen your… corpse?” your bottom lip wavers, disturbed. You’d never seen a dead body before and even though you’re a good couple of feet away… it’s still unsettling. When you get no answer, you continue speaking in a jittery tone. “H-how’d you die…? Were you… trapped down here? Starved... to death?” You almost think you won't be given an answer again… but the corpse… twitches. The creak of leathery muscle and brittle bones under stiff cloth. You scream again and this time, stumble backwards. You’d forgotten the steps that had been behind you when you were forced into the room and stumbled backward onto them. Jagged concrete slices your elbow, and you feel the hot sting and warm trickle of blood down your forearm, dripping off your pinkie and to the floor. Yelping in pain, you drop your flashlight to clutch the wound. It clatters to the side, beam pointed at the corpse. It twitches again, this time to lift its head slightly with a disgusting crunch. You take in the sight of its face, your own an expression stuck in terror. It still had skin and muscle, but it looked dry, mummified, and plastered to the bone underneath. The lips had all but deteriorated, leaving behind crooked teeth. The canines looked… especially off-putting. Long and sharp, they were reminiscent of the fangs of vampire bats. The corpse pushes itself off the wall with an unpracticed jerking motion. You’re left stiff in terror, bleeding onto the stairs. How was this possible? No — you shouldn't even be surprised. You should have seen this coming. “P-Please, I can’t take anymore!” you throw your hand out in the air as if you might be able to prevent him from coming closer. It doesn’t do anything. The corpse continues, dragging itself slowly forward along the concrete, long, sharp nails scrabbling for a hold. “Go away!” you scream at it — at him, pushing yourself up a step. Your blood drips down onto the step below you, a few droplets splattering onto the concrete floor in front of him when you fling your arms about again to try and get him to stop. The corpse bows its head, and you watch with disgusted horror as a long, blackened tongue swipes up the blood.

Then, it clicks into place. He wasn’t a corpse, or a ghost, or anything like that. He was… had to be… a starving vampire. Is that what this was? You were meant to be food? You were… going to die here?! Wide-eyed, a rush of adrenaline has you kicking out a bare foot, keen on shoving him away. But he catches your ankle with a surprisingly strong grip, gloved hand holding tight. You wail, trying to pull your foot away, but he doesn't release you. No, his other hand grips you just above the knee, pulling his weight closer to you. “NO!! Nonono! Please!!” fingers push and shove at his chest, which is beginning to feel more like the give of human flesh than stiff emaciated muscle. You screw your eyes shut, beginning to brace for death as you feel him move. Strong hands lift your thighs, pulling you closer to him. You wiggle, scrabbling at the concrete steps in a panic as you're pulled closer into the dark. The backs of your thighs are laid over strong ones, and you feel the weight of him underneath you. He’s sitting on his knees, reaching for your waist with gloved hands while he leans over you slowly.

“Mhmhmm…” a low laugh, deep, coming from the corpse’s chest. You blink your eyes open, shocked to see that the face above you is no longer grotesque and mummified, but young, pale, and with sharp features. You stare. Even as his hair — now black — tickles your cheeks, you don't move. “... I’ve been watching you.” He hums, amused, his lips drawn up into a pleased smile. “Waiting…” the man in the red cloak ghosts a gentle hand across your bleeding arm, catching it by the wrist and lifting it to his mouth. He sighs, laving his tongue along the slowly drying stream of blood on the side of your hand. “... What took you so long? I didn’t think I’d need to encourage you like I did.”

You continue to stare. This was the conclusion to all your questions. Sitting smugly with the weight of your thighs draped over his, was your answer. “You… have…” you slowly find your voice, blinking out of your stupor, “... Tormented me…!” lashing out, you land a slap across his face. He takes it with grace, turning his head to the side and letting his dark hair shield his eyes. “... Deprived me of sleep…!” you hit him again, “... And have driven me… to the point of insanity!” grunting through your anger, you brace your elbows on the stair behind you and heave your weight out of his lap. That, he’s not happy with. The vampire grips your hips, pulling you back down onto his lap with the faintest of growls. You struggle against his hold but for a moment. It’s futile, he’s as immovable as a mountain. At least he hasn't made a meal out of me yet, you think as you give up the struggle and settle again, glaring cautiously.

“Hm,” you watch him frown, red eyes staring past you, “It seems you’re not very appreciative of my advances.”

“Advances?!” you echo, disbelief plain on your face. “You’re sick in the head! Let go of me!” he grips tighter, leaning over you to sniff at your neck. You stiffen, hand shooting out to grip his bicep tightly through the thick fabric of his coat.

“It’s been a long while since I've had the pleasure of tasting human flesh. Grant me this one delight, and I shall be yours until your final day,” he whispers close to your ear. The sound of it makes you shiver, leaning your head away with a grimace.

“I don't… want you to be mine.” You try shoving at him again, but he doesn't move even a little. His hair tickles your neck again.

“You don't?” he coos, “I’d make sure nothing but old age takes you. An eternal protector. Now, isn’t that enticing?” he worms his hands under your spine, holding you close.

You’re surprised at yourself for even taking a moment to ponder his strange offer. “No,” you shove again, “Why would I want you as my… protector? You’ve done nothing but make my life miserable!” a click of his tongue grabs your attention.

“I’m so very sorry.” He’s not. You can feel he has no remorse, but he continues to butter you up even after such a poor performance. “I’ll stop,” he whispers coaxingly, “I won't… tease you anymore. At least — not like that.”

“You call that teasing?”

“Would you prefer I call it something else?” he hums.

"Torment," you respond.

The vampire grins and leans away from your neck to look at you. His teeth are ever so slightly crooked. You might have found his smile more handsome if he wasn’t your tormentor. “I will never torment you again. You have my word, if — you grant me… a few more drops of your blood.” you watch the slight raise of his eyebrows, eager for your answer. He might as well be as insane as you felt. You notice the same manic look in his eyes that you see in the mirror.

The deal was difficult to refuse. You’d seen what he was capable of — all while in a deathlike state. While being a corpse in this basement, he had visited you nightly, conversed with your sister, messed with your brother, and stole your mother’s things. Not to mention, he seemed capable of manipulating the very reality around you. You remembered that one strange night with a shiver, still able to feel those black rubbery hands tugging at your skin. You couldn't fathom what he was like well-fed. What you did know… was that you’d rather him be in your debt than free. So you agree. With a hesitant squint and a faint little nod, you agree.

The flashlight flickers out.

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Sketch dump for today

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hellsing-for-the-soul · 8 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you can do headcanons for Alucard having an old friend that’s a ghost or a banshee. They they knew one other when they were human but managed to reconnected some how. After he was under van Hellsing control. Have a great day!!

Took some artistic liberty on this and changed the request a bit, so sorry! But I hope you enjoy anyways!

Being Alucard’s VDBFF (Very dead best friend forever)

You’ve been haunting Hellsing halls for well over a century, being a victim of a grizzly accident during the middle-victorian era, involving a tricky rifle, a drunk steward, and a fox.

So you have seniority over Alucard in terms of manor residency, and were the first undead entity to greet him into eternal servitude upon his capture by Dr. Van Hellsing.

Mans was cranky, to say the least, and very unhappy to find out that he couldn’t sink his fangs into you upon first meeting in his dungeon.

Vlad Alucard: “You taste of incorporeal ash, feeble ghost.”

You: “And you look like a paint brush after a house fire, blood sucker.”

The both of you hit it off.

You often tail Alucard in his strides around the manner, his company being the first to acknowledge your existence since your terrible demise years prior.

No one bats (NO PUNS) an eye when they see the former king talking to air, either too scared to call him out on it, or all the more accepting that the nails in his coffin finally reached his skull.

You give him all the juicy secrets of the goings-on in the manor, from Van Helsing’s secret wine stash, to where the staff get frisky when off duty.

Basically any bad habits Alucard would have in the modern day, he’d have all inherited from little ‘ol you.

Integra is an open minded individual, but when Alucard finally explains to his master of his apparitional friend, she found it difficult to believe.

Cut to you putting in extra effort to really make yourself known around the manor, flipping portraits, pushing china off of the shelves, clawing words into the walls, real poltergeist shit.

Alucard gets blamed for it all.

It’s not until you begin telling Alucard the REALLY juicy secrets about Integra, like her favorite pillow to *use* and her preferred brand of tampons, that she finally starts to give in and accept that maybe Alucard really does have an invisible buddy sneaking between the walls with him.

It often dejects you that you cannot touch Alucard, that you are nothing but spiritual energy and aura, but he makes it up to you with good conversation and wicked stories of his missions on the field.

The 30 years Alucard disappears are the longest decades of your haunting of Hellsing. Similar to when he was in his bloodless slumber during the mid-19th century, the hallways are no longer a fantastical maze for you to explore and stalk house members, there is no joy in rearranging the library shelves to read out dirty words, and the dungeon has never felt more empty. Most of your days are spent resting mindless in his coffin, making up conversations with him in your head.

Seras does her best to be able company, but it just isn’t the same without her master.

But when he does come back? You have three decades of pop culture and manor gossip to prattle on about until he wishes he could go back to Schrodingers box.

He missed you too.

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Its me again~ Im with comic this time. They`re shitty hat buddies!

P.S. English not my first language...so forgive me for mistakes.

Українська версія (;ь в якій, я вірю, менше помилок.

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hellsing-for-the-soul · 8 months

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Devils Cry and Hell sings: AU idea

Where Devil May Cry is also a thing and Alucard has absolutely no idea how to feel about Dante. Alucard meets someone who can use the jackal, and can you *imagine* him in that turret briefcase things. Vergil has Luke Valentine's attitude towards Alucard but is too hung up about how his name's weird and doesn't scrap based purely on that.

I also really want a DMC-style game with Alucard, and you can play as the other trump cards beating the game once, twice.

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~ My gift for my sub's ~

some Mommycard :>

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Alucard x NewlyImmortal!Reader Headcanons (Specific to request)

- Credit to the gifs owner - Please be specific about characters wanted in requests -

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• Once you’re in serious danger and your life has been put into a very threatening situation, Alucard will see no other option than to find a way to protect you in the long term. He always has danger following him so he can’t expect you to be safe when you also come into the direct line of attack.

• Once he has gotten you away from this situation, but you may not be in the best of shape or condition because of the things you just experienced, he’ll realise that your mortality will be the ultimate thing that hurts you the most. He’ll start by hiding you away and finding someone to take care of you, since he can’t be with you when danger still lurks.

• Alucard will then grant you the gift of immortality, but he would never dare to subject you to an existence as morbid or cruel as his, so he’ll refrain from giving you other aspects of his abilities. With natural immortality you’ll be able to stay with him forever as long as you’re moderately safe and no outer forced to cause you death.

• The coma and time apart which was induced between you and Alucard would have strained this quite a bit, especially since you probably wouldn’t have realised what had been happening that whole time. But once you’re around again and realise what he did for you he’d be overjoyed to know that your aging won’t potentially come between the two of you again.

• Lesser worry about you being hurt - Especially if Integra is around, Alucard will be less worried about your wellbeing constantly, and he’ll be able to function a lot better. However, he still won’t be able to continue with life if you are somehow killed. Alucard will likely refrain from overly dangerous situations he may not be able to easily handle for your sake and will try to keep you occupied with new things to do during your new long life.

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i really would like to know what would be alucard reaction to a goth reader and what would be his thoughts on their style and the music they listen to!! ❤️❤️

really love your works btw!!

Alucard x Goth! Reader

Warnings: none

Immediatly thought you were the rogue vampire he and Seras were tracking down, and had one hand on his gun.

Why else would you be wearing only black from head to toe in broad daylight?

It was 6:30pm.

Seras had to quickly explain the concept of goth fashion, and how 'walking the path of darkness' is also an aesthetic, along with a vampiric lifestyle.

Alucard is happily surprised, having only ever spent time around God-fearing humans who would mistake a Hot Topic for a satanist church.

Imagine his surprise when you turn out to be their contact for the mission, having witnessed the rogue vamp acting super sus while being a regular at your favourite nightclub.

When people started going missing week after week, last seen at the entrance to the club, you knew the wannabe Edward Cullen sleazebag had something to do with it.

You walk the two vampires into the club just before opening to show them around, Skeletal Family and The Cult already blaring through the speakers as the bar sets up for the night.

"It doesn't matter if we all die. Ambition in the back of a black car. In a high building, there is so much to do. Going home time, a story on the radio."

Yeah, Alucard digs it.

Discussing the recent victims, you've already come to the conclusion that the rogue is targeting new kids to the scene, teens and young adults who were just getting into goth culture themselves.

Basically, Alucard and Seras were targeting an undead nark gatekeeper.

Alucard admires your smarts and obervational skills, given that you recognized the target without any help from the experts, but you reassure them that they'll know the vamp when they see him.

Before the club opens, you take Seras behind the bar and force her to go through the Lost n' Found bin to suit up. While her military cosplay hugged her in all the right places, the blue and white were going to make her stick out like a sore thumb.

You reassure Alucard that he's already dressed to impress, and that no one will be any wiser that he was new at the club.

"Will my attire not attract any unwanted attention?" he asks you with a smile, as you help Seras with her makeup in the washroom.

"You will have so many bitches humping your leg, you're going to have trouble shaking them off when the vamp breaks into a run. So perhaps you could lose the hat and goggles," you suggest, squeezing Seras' chin as you force a fake septum around her nose.

As the club opens up to the street, in flows a tidle wave of black lace, sequins and leather. Alucard has never felt more at home, and Seras has never felt so uncomfortable around humans in her life.

Just as you said, it takes the two vamps less than half an hour to spot their target. Cake faced, glammed up with tacky chrome, and biting throats at the bar while patrons think he's just some kinky shmuck with some really authentic fake-fangs.

He's not even trying to be subtle.

Alucard and Seras manage to lead him to the mens bathroom, where they have fun pushing the prick around, treating him worse than the poor kids he 'napped and killed.

You stand at the door, not letting anyone in, and telling them that "staff are setting up a gore-fest theme as promo for the new Saw movie."

With how efficient the mission went, compared to the usual goose chase they go through, Alucard keeps your number in case they have another vamp lose in the city.

You already have a list of possible rogues at other goth hangouts you're familiar with, and are more than happy to help keep your community safe.

However, you find Alucard contacting you more so out of boredom than for work, not that you mind in the slightest.

He shows you the real nitty-gritty of the dark side, how shadows and death bend to his every whim without question, given he is the rightful King of the undead.

Alucard finds your style practical and unique, but thinks you can do better than nightclubs and festivals. It doesn't take long for him to take you under his wing as a Hellsing human associate, acting as a bridge between vampires and the living to communicate on undead disturbances.

You become his right hand, not a secretary, but his human voice and confidante. And no one dares ever question your clothes or makeup whenever you walk into a room, because they know the shadows that follow you aren't just for show anymore.

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hellsing-for-the-soul · 9 months

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oh ohohohoh!! alucard's fledgling s/o has to try sleeping in a coffin but cant, so alucard allows them to sleep in his coffin with him

He was frustrated with you

Walter had gone through all that trouble to make sure you had a nice coffin to sleep in but you refused

He kept telling you over and over to just do it, that he turned you for a reason so man up!

But no matter how hard you tried, being inside the coffin was too much for you

Finally, when his frustration had reached its peak, he came up with an idea

“Well why don’t you just join me in mine?” He suggested

“Huh?”

You were confused, unsure of what he meant by that

“My coffin can be big enough for the two of us to lay comfortably inside. Perhaps if you try it out with me, you’ll be more comfortable doing it on your own,” He explained

Realizing what all that entailed, you blushed before agreeing

That evening, you followed Alucard down to his room and over to his coffin

It was huge, perfect for the two of you

He climbed in first, then gestured for you to take your place beside him

When he saw the way you shyly looked around, he smirked

“What’s wrong y/n? Afraid to lay with your master?” He asked, voice dripping with suggestion

“N-No, I just uh….” You mumbled

Shaking off your fear, you climbed in beside him, avoiding eye contact

The coffin was large, but you two still had to lay with your sides touching in order to fit

The close proximity had your mind reeling, but even worse, Alucard kept his eyes trained of you the entire time

When the lid closed, the sound made you jump

The two of you were then alone in the dark, pressed together

“Are you doing alright?” He asked, his face inches from yours

“Yeah I’m fine. How about you?” You replied, turning away

He smiled

“Well, I rather like this arrangement. Perhaps even after you’ve gotten used to coffins, we can still share one from time to time,” He suggested

Your brain short circuited and you quickly replied yes

“That’s my good little fledgling. I’ll let you sleep tonight, but I might keep you awake next time.” He said before turning his head away

He kept his promise and left you alone the rest of the night, but still you could hardly sleep

Your handsome master was right there, and after all he said you were so wound up

If nothing else, it kept your mind off the fact that you were in a coffin

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hellsing-for-the-soul · 9 months

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Tell us more about sugar daddy alucard when you get the chance?

He’s a possessive sugar daddy

He’d better be the only man on your radar

Don’t worry, you’re his only sugar baby, so it goes both ways

Depending on your job, he may talk you into quitting

If you can’t devote enough of your time to him then he’ll just pay you to stay home and be his

He’ll have expectations of you, but he’s a sweet sugar daddy over all

Of course, he wants what he wants, but he still treats you like a person

If you’re too tired or not feeling well, he won’t get upset with you about it or act like you owe it to him

You’ll just have to make up for it later~

Make sure to send him plenty of cute photos to help him get through his days

When you do hook up, he’s so loving and tender, worshipping your body while still getting his rocks off

Nights with you are worth every penny in his mind

He doesn’t go out of his way to show you off, mainly because he doesn’t want other men staring at what’s his, but he does enjoy it when you’re walking together and people glance

If any man stares too long he’ll make a show out of grabbing your ass or pulling you close

He likes when you show off what he gets you

If you make a post showing off a new dress he bought you he’ll be smiling for the rest of the day

He gets so proud every time he sees you wearing something he got you, especially if it makes you happy wearing it

He wants a relationship with you that’s deeper than just sugar daddy and sugar baby, but that doesn’t mean the money would stop if you two got married

He loves spoiling you just because he can, that’ll never change

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hellsing-for-the-soul · 10 months

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“Oh you’re a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” with the man himself, Alucard 😈

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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.”

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