#D x reader

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[just-some-user-hunny]

What if yandere d fell in love with immortal darling as well? Kinda like lumine and aether from genshin impact they're a being kinda like star that can travel through world and dimensions

So what if while reader stuck in this world with yandere d hot on her trail, d then realizedreader aren't your ordinary human i think he'll not hide himself instead show himself fully to reader

And reader was weirded out by this weird vampire that always staring at her in awe and wonder

For D to encounter an immortal being (who I’m assuming is not a vampire, and just a being of immortality), D would be transfixed and curious of this mysterious person who’s appeared in his world.

Their eyes wide as he watches them take in their surroundings, studying them from the sidelines as he watches this odd person stumble their way around as if it were their first time walking and breathing. You seem so confused by everything…

It’s when he saves you after being attacked by a horde of turned vampires, that he realises you are not bound with mortality. He watches you with slightly widened eyes as you get up after getting slashed/gravely injured by a vampire, and shake it off like it was nothing. You’re not a vampire…what are you? Who are you?

D’s curiosity of you grows tenfold after your encounter. You thank him for helping you out there, but now he seems to pop up wherever you go. Walking through town? The odd tall man wrapped in a shroud of darkness and black fabric is there, watching you walk past. He’s there when you go out travelling to find another town for help, spotting him in the distance on his horse and cape billowing in the wind. The noise of hooves following after you wherever you go.

Your existence has sparked a flame of something in the lonely dhampir’s chest, and it’s growing into a burning flame the more he observes and studies you. He can’t let you slip from his fingers.

[jinwoosungs]

09/15/24; 02:30pm

vampire hunter d x human!fem.reader

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

it was such a mystery why this mysterious man chose you as his sole place of solace. your meeting with him was nothing short of fate, with the thought of it all remaining as a shining memory within the depths of your mind.

you were working a late shift at your local saloon, serving several cups of beer to the patrons all while ignoring the leering glances all the men were giving you.

you lost count of the sheer amount of times the drunkards had grasped at the ends of your skirt or wrapped an arm around your waist, their breath heavy with the lingering scent of alcohol that you had to bite back your words of protests. not wishing to cause a scene, you spend the next 6 hours biting back your words while forcing a smile.

later that night, you were free to return home, carrying with you a small pouch that contained the measly amount you had earned from working. feeling so exhausted, you remain completely unaware of how a man hidden in the shadows was stalking your every move.

upon reaching your quaint little home just near the outskirts of your town, you suddenly felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck. your reaction was a little too late when you see a man coming closer to you. his face was flushed red while his greasy hands fumbled with the waistband of his pants.

“you’re such a whore… prancing around the saloon like that, acting like you can’t even see me.”

a whimper escapes from you, and you attempt to run away from him, with your home settled just beyond the cobblestone walls. pushing your legs forward, heart threatening to choke you with its rapid palpitations with your calves burning, you reach out-

only to fall forward when the powerful stench of beer fills your nostrils, gagging you as tears fell from your eyes. your back lands against the cold, unforgiving ground, the drunkard already gripping at the lace fabric of your bodice, ready to tear the flimsy material off of you.

“p-please, don’t, i-i’ll give you all of my earnings! j-just- mph!”

you struggle and continued to gag, tasting the bitter alcohol from his lips, writhing beneath him as you struggled to kick him off of you. just when you felt his legs spreading yours apart, the man suddenly slumps forward-

bringing with him an overpowering scent of blood.

you felt sick to your stomach, realizing the drunkard was now lifeless as his blood slowly began to seep into your dress. something slender and bright catches your attention. your gaze follows it, realizing that it was a slender sword that was quickly being dislodged from the man’s back.

your savior was a tall, yet pale men dressed in all black. his stallion seemed to suit this man, letting out soft huffs as its hooves tamped down against the ground.

you look away from the horse and chose to focus on its master, your heart racing, meeting the dark eyes and pale face of that man. the wide brim of his traveler's hat obscures half of his face, yet he seemed intrigued by you, angling his chin ever so slightly so that he could get a better look at you.

you end up letting out a gasp upon seeing him. an impossibly pale yet sharp face looks down at you, his eyes reminding you of a pure, moonless night. rich, brown locks of hair was seen reaching down to the ends of his back, and you notice how his thin lips remained set in a straight line. he appeared nonchalant as his eyes continue to take you in.

“she’s a pretty young thing… but don’t you think you’re scarin’ her a bit, d?”

d? was that his name? and where was that gruff voice coming from?

the man, d, clenches his left hand shut, muffling that strange voice while continuing to look down at you.

“are you alright?”

his voice was soft, yet… achingly comforting to you. his beauty matched that of the night. you forgot all about the drunk man that was settled next to you-

but end up stiffening when the awful stench of urine fills at the air. you turn your face away, already feeling the contents within your stomach swirling around, threatening to escape from your throat when a hand scoops you into his arms.

you let out a gasp, allowing d’s scent to fill your senses (a great distraction from the scent of death the drunkard had exuded.) he smelled like fresh rain and wildflowers, a scent that you eagerly breathed in as you found yourself pressing the tip of your nose against the side of his neck.

d stiffens at your sudden touch, but maintains his calm demeanor, “where do you live?”

his question breaks you out of your reveries, making the heat dye your cheeks in response when you show him your cottage on top of the hill. “that cottage is my home.”

the man shows no visible signs of acknowledging your answer, yet gently coaxes his stallion toward the hill that lead up to your cottage. you remain safely tucked within the man’s arms, somehow wishing that this moment won’t ever end.

yet your homecoming seemed inevitable the moment the horse stops directly in front of your home. d was the first to get off, his boots landing against the ground while offering a hand out to you. you nod and place your hand in his, shivering at the cold sensation felt against your skin.

coming safely back down on the ground, you began to feel even more flustered upon realizing how much taller d was than you. he continues watching you, with your arms crossed over your chest as you reached into your pouch to pull out a single key. the moment you slot the key into your door, you hear d straddling his horse once more. not brave enough to face him, you call out to him,

“mister d?”

the sounds of hooves clopping against the ground stops momentarily, and you knew then that d had every intention to listen to what you had to say.

you face him once more, seeing d look at you from his periphery. “if you ever need a place to stay, please, come find me. it’s the least i can do for you since… since you saved me.”

d says nothing, yet spends several seconds looking back at you. he continues staring at you, as if wishing to memorize your every feature before finally turning away from you, his stallion already taking great strides down the hill.

that was how your first meeting with him went, and despite your kindness and how you truly wished to see him again, you didn’t think the man would take you up on such an offer-

yet, you were proven wrong several months later, when a storm had hit your town and you heard several faint knocks against your door. upon answering, you were shocked to see d standing before you, his left hand wrapped in a bandage as his stallion took refuge from the rain while remaining beneath the trees.

you purse your lips, remaining silent as you stepped aside to let him in. you were afraid to speak, truly fearing that if you said something, then it would make him change his mind and he would end up leaving you. as he steps into the house, the gentle drizzle of rain was all that could be heard. if you didn’t feel small during the time where you had first met him, then you certainly felt small now, watching as d towers over you while in the seemingly cramped space of your cottage.

he takes off his hat, his hair still dripping with the lingering raindrops. his eyes take in the sight of your quaint home, and he sees the table that holds a wooden bowl filled with stew along with a loaf of bread.

“ah, my apologies! are you hungry, sir?”

d shakes his head, “i’m fine, just a glass of water will suffice.”

you nod, feeling your heart begin to race as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from your pitcher. you place the cup on the table, watching as d takes a seat before place two, burgundy capsules inside of it.

you sit across from him, going back to eating your dinner without tasting anything. d gently swirls the capsules within the water, not stopping until the water turns crimson red, carrying with it the lingering scent of iron.

your appetite was slowly diminishing, heart still pounding when you watch d drain the cup of the blood-like liquid dry. you continue looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him. d returns your gaze and softly asks, “does this bother you?”

a shiver runs down your spine, your mind screaming at you that d was no ordinary man-

yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reject this mysteriously elusive man.

so, you ignore the rationality of your mind and settle with following your heart, shaking your head while admitting to him, “it doesn’t bother me, not even in the slightest.”

a flash of something was seen across his dark eyes, and you saw it glimmer with an unknown emotion, one that you were too scared to truly identify. you watch as d stands from his seat, his strides being able to reach you within seconds.

he towers over you, and you felt his long, slender hands caressing at your cheek. you lean in closer to him, ignoring the lingering coldness felt against his skin.

“d…”

his name falls from your parted lips, filled with yearning as it was enough to make his tranquil façade slip. suddenly, d’s arms were felt wrapping around your form, bringing your body closer to his as his lips sought its sanctuary with yours.

soft moans came from you, your nipples going hard against the sheer material of your nightgown when d presses you even closer to him. sharp canines gently tease against your bottom lip, and you realized that such a trait was what gave his identity away-

“vampire…?” you breathlessly whisper against d’s lips, earning a subtle head shake from him.

“dhampir.” he gently corrects you before claiming your lips once more, already picking up your body as he lead you back inside the comfort of your room. not caring about the consequences, you shamelessly cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the cold leather of his pants surround your inner thighs, causing you to shiver in response.

you were breathless by the time d gently sets you back on top of the bed. his expression remains unreadable, yet the way his long fingertips gently traces across the expanse of your skin (the touch remaining oh so reverent) was more than enough proof of his desires for you.

he gently pushes aside the sheer material of your nightie, leaving you bare for his eyes. d seems captivated by the sight of your nakedness, his gaze darkening ever so slightly before traveling down your form. settling himself between your legs, you felt the way d’s cold breath breathe in the scent of your aching core, a soft groan escaping from his lips.

keeping your legs spread wide open, the dhampir places his thin lips against your sensitive flower, darting his tongue inside of you as he tastes your honeyed sweetness. your moans fill at the air, allowing your back to arch against your bed. pants and moans echo throughout the room, and just feeling d’s gentle ministrations against you makes you slowly lose your mind.

due to never experiencing such pleasures before, you felt something snap within your abdomen, filling you with the first pinpricks of pleasure. d drinks up all you had to offer with a gentle hum, using his tongue to trace at your outer lips before moving away from you.

you were in a daze now, becoming dimly aware of the shifting of belts and fabric. you watch as d’s pale body glows from beneath the dying candlelight, his dark hair cascading down his muscular back. your mouth turns dry, unable to believe that such a beautiful creature was going to be yours-

if only for tonight.

d rejoins you in bed, laying across your body as he wraps your legs around his waist. the tip of his hardened cock continues to collect at the evidence of your release, tracing around its borders as you let out a sigh in response. as if knowing that this would be your first (and last) time with a man, d takes a hold of your hand and gently enters your slick heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you wince, your breasts heaving as you struggled to take in the sheer size of him. as tears were felt dotting your vision, d focuses his attention on your chest, his cool lips already wrapping themselves around your hardened nipple. you let out a gasp at the sudden sensation, moaning while delving your fingers into his hair.

only when he was completely sheathed inside of you did he finally stop moving, busying himself with the taste of your skin, greedily sucking at your breast. not knowing how much time had passed, you figured d had the patience of a saint, not even daring to move as he allowed your body to get used to the sensation of his cock filling you up.

your legs felt like they were turning numb, and as you adjusted your legs, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure coursing through you. your breathing becomes labored, nails already gripping at d’s biceps as you begged him to move.

he hums, somehow able to switch positions as he was left sitting on the bed, still remaining connected to you. from this position, you were able to control the pace, your head seeming to spin. a ghost of a smile was seen gracing d’s features, and you settle both hands against his broad chest before slowly moving your slick heat up and down his cock.

your movements were sloppy and uneven, serving as evidence of your inexperience. looking down to where your body was connected with his, you could see the spot of blood over his cock, making you tremble in response.

d hisses when you began to bounce against him at an even faster pace, with you biting down on your bottom lip so harshly that it was close to drawing blood. the pleasure you felt was so intense-

so all consuming that you lost all of your inhibitions.

“d…” you gasp, lips already seeking his as you kissed him deeply, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking already taking over your senses. his grunts were the final push that you needed to reach your completion, climaxing against him when you still your hips and swallowed the entirety of his cock.

you felt the clear liquids of your release travel down his shaft, your broken moans filling at the air when d’s cock was felt twitching deep inside of you, shooting his seed deep within your womb as you fell against him.

your mind becomes hazy, feeling d press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before laying down. the rain had simmered down to a light drizzle, and you bask in the gentle sounds of its droplets, feelings your eyes grow heavier while still in d’s embrace. upon feeling his lips against your hair, you allowed your body to succumb to its exhaustion, keeping the memory of the pleasure d had given you as a means to lead you towards a peaceful slumber.

you lost track of time of how long you had been sleeping, never once rousing from your slumber until the sunlight was felt hitting at the back of your eyelids.

the warmth of the sunlight manages to awaken you from your slumber, and when you gently moved your hand across the bed, you felt a crushing disappointment at how d had left you once more. not wishing to open your eyes while bearing witness to the empty side of your bed, you allowed your daydreams to take over, willing the image of his beautiful body to remain within your mind’s eye-

yet when your fingertips felt the soft sensation of petals from beneath your hand, you opened your eyes with a gasp. with the morning light painting your room in pastel hues, you take in the sight of a lone, white lily settled on the pillow where d once lay.

your heart hammers within your chest as you slowly sit up in bed. with gentle movements, you gingerly held the lovely flower within your hand, using its petals to caress at your cheek as you imagined it was your beloved dhampir gently caressing you with the back of his hand…

and despite how d never once announced his departure or spoke a word to you-

you knew that he would return.

end notes: d is so my type, someone send h e l p 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[namariko]

A Silent Realization D x Reader

The fire crackled softly in the distance, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls of the abandoned outpost they had taken shelter in for the night. It was cold—too cold for a human to be comfortable—but Y/N hadn’t complained once.

Y/N sat with her knees drawn up, absently running her fingers along the edge of a worn map, studying it as if it held all the answers she needed. D was seated across from her, quiet as always, sharpening his blade with slow, practiced motions.

He shouldn’t have been watching her.

But he was.

Not directly—his eyes never lingered too long—but he was aware of the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when it fell into her face, the way her brow furrowed in thought, the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek when something didn’t make sense.

She didn’t notice his gaze.

Or, at least, he thought she didn’t.

Then it happened.

Y/N shifted slightly, leaning closer to the map, and in doing so, her forehead lightly bumped the brim of his hat.

She froze.

He did too.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, as if the realization hit her all at once, she straightened so fast she nearly knocked over the map, her face turned away in a clear attempt to pretend it hadn’t happened.

“Sorry.”

It was a single word, mumbled more to herself than to him. But her reaction—that sudden, startled retreat—made something stir deep inside him.

D said nothing. He simply went back to his blade, running the sharpening stone along the edge with steady, controlled precision.

But the weight of the moment stayed with him.

Y/N had always been careful around him. Cautious, measured, like she didn’t want to overstep some invisible boundary. Yet for just a second, she had gotten too close. And the way she had reacted—the way her heart had jumped, just slightly—

His grip on the blade tightened.

His left hand snickered. “Well, well. That was interesting.”

D ignored it.

But as the fire continued to burn low, and Y/N kept her focus stubbornly on the map, he found himself glancing at her again.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Helping D After He Loses Control Of His Vampire Side

Vampire Hunter D X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of blood, terror, reader gets a cut, suggestive themes

Word Count: 744

(A/N:) Hello lovelies and Happy Halloween! With this I end my Halloween imagine journey! I have had a blast once again with keeping this tradition and I feel like going out with another D imagine is fitting! I hope you all have enjoyed these stories as much as I have writing them! I have some imagines in the works that I think y'all will enjoy! Keep an eye out as I want to get them posted ASAP! But until then happy reading and have a safe Halloween! ~Countess

No one could imagine D being anything more than the stoic man he always seemed. But you on the other hand had seen his other side. It wasn't often but it did happen, rarely. You weren't expecting him to lose himself to the vampire side, but without rest from the sun in so long and going without food, D became weak. You had accidentally cut yourself and it wasn't that bad of a wound. But the sight and smell of your blood had D trembling in moments. The sun glaring down, weakening him further. Before you could realize his state, you were pinned down into the sand. D's shadow looming over you, his vampiric features hidden in the shadows of his face. Inside he was fighting hard to control himself, he never wanted to hurt you but he couldn't control his Noble side at this time.

He leaned forward, you almost screamed at the horrific twisted features of the man you love. He was the most handsome man normally, with gorgeous features that could make anyone jealous. Those had been replaced by the wickedness of his Noble blood. You squished yourself further into the sand trying to keep yourself from moving too quickly, afraid that any sudden movement would trigger him into a frenzy. The elongated fangs bared at your throat, you were sure he was about to tear into your jugular vein, when you finally gained the courage to try and ease him down from his loss of control. Slowly moving your hand, you cupped his cheek. D hissed, red eyes penetrating you as he only saw his next meal.

"It's okay," you whispered while trailing your hand down his cheek to his neck. Your other hand you placed on the back of his head as you stroked his beautiful hair. You eased him downward, knowing that you were putting yourself at great risk by bringing him closer to your neck and the sweet sound of your blood flowing through your veins. D stiffened, fighting back as you tried to bring him down. Finally he let himself go, collapsing by your side. His armor bit into your skin but you made no protest. He was trembling fiercely while growls came from his throat.

"You can fight it D," you soothed him. Continuing to hold and pet him, you kissed his cheek, causing him to flinch. "You're weak. You haven't rested. I should have been more careful."

Once D felt like he could control himself enough, he took your wrist, gazing at the culprit that made him lose control. A thin line in the skin of your finger and a trickle of blood. You watched anxiously as D brought your digit to his mouth. He kissed the skin tenderly before flicking his tongue across your injury. Your blood was sweet and it made him moan. You blushed deeply as D lavished your wounded finger with loving attention.

After several moments of silence D finally rose, lifting himself from you. Once he was back on his feet, he offered you a hand, helping you from the sand. He started to dig, knowing he could no longer go further in his journey until he rested. You helped him and when he was finally buried enough, you kept watch so he could recover.

At dark you looked at your finger in the flickering firelight the ghost of his gentle licks caressing your skin. You grinned shyly, catching a glimpse of the vampire hunter. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You couldn't deny you found him handsome and you couldn't deny that you harbored feelings for him. You wanted to be there for him, to show him that humans weren't so cruel. Maybe one day he would be accepted, but if not he would have you. You slowly shut your eyes the day finally catching up to you. Moments later D emerged from the shadows and sat down beside you. He stroked your cheek before covering you with his cape. He almost hurt you today and he felt immense guilt because of it. But unlike any other you stood before him and faced the side he hated with a bravery no one but you could possess. He was grateful and he didn't want to think of not having you. You mumbled tiredly and D arose so you could sleep peacefully, but like always he would be close and he would always be watching out for you.

[spookshollow]

Hello 👋 can you please write relationship headcanons for Alucard (Hellsing) and D (vampire hunter d) with a immortal witch female reader? And reader is a very sweet and kind person, like, total opposite of them? Thank you ❤️

Why yes I'll will! I hope you enjoy this headcanon 🥰🥰

Alucard & D with a kind immortal witch

Alucard

• you work with Hellsing organisations, you were quite a powerful witch in the organisations, and your boyfriend was Alucard

• you were dating Alucard for centuries to which you are just as old as Alucard

• people are quite confused by your relationship cause you are both polar opposite

• you were so bubbly and filled with joy and colour, while Alucard just sits around with a scowl and sips his blood wine

• you remember one time that you managed to make a blood cupcake for him to have which he was so touched by it

• tickle fights with him which cracks a smile from him

D (Vampire Hunter D)

• you travel with D and aid him whenever you need to, your a healing witch and you always try to take great care for him

• on your travels you just love to dance around the grass and pick some of the flowers

• D would watch from a shade of a tree, he holds a small smile,

• D isn't as bubbly and colourful as you but he loves your personality very much

• you walk up to him and place a small flower Crown upon his head, he looked up and smiled

• you kiss upon his cheek before skipping back to the field and enjoy all things of nature

[onthesandsofdreams]

Rose At The Door

Fandom: Vampire Hunter D Pairing: D x Fem!Reader Prompt: Rose by @fluffbruary

Read @ AO3

It is a regular Friday when it happens.

You open your door in the early morning, only to find a rose with a note tied to your door handle. Frowning, you pick it up. The rose is perfect and the note simply reads: Blue looks good on you.

Well now, this is unexpected. Very flattering and very, very unexpected. You take a sniff from it, and its scene makes you close your eyes and relax. You have always loved roses. Sighing, you go back inside and place it in a vase with water, the note goes into your journal. And much to your regret, you make your way to work.

~

The following day, another rose appears at your door in the morning, with another note attached. This time, it reads: You have soothing voice.

You clutch it to your chest, heartbeat quickening. It joins the previous one.

~

The pattern repeats itself every day for the next two weeks. The first flowers are starting to wilt you have decided to press them in a book and then frame it. Your admirer, because clearly, it is one; has done his (hers?) best to make sure you receive one every day. The notes are kind, gentle. Not crass and vulgar as you have - unfortnately - seen your friends or fellow cooks receive.

The restaurant in which you work, the head cook realized that something was up very, very quickly. But then again, this is an older, married woman who can spot anything wrong miles and miles away. "So, what's their name?"

"I don't know," you told her truthfully. You could trust the woman, she wasn't a gossip. "It's an apparent secret admirer."

The woman's brows had shot up, "Well, then, I hope whomever it is, is a good person. You deserve kindness."

You appreciated her words.

The world you lived in was dangerous, with the Nobility in decline, some of them were very, very dangerous and desperate. So, you had to be extra careful.

Which is why you always went home before sundown. Everything that you needed was bought during daylight hours, never opening your door to strange knocks at odd hours, and certainly not lingering in places that could render you vulnerable.

That didn't mean, you did not appreciate the roses and the messages. Some spoke about you, some of your admirer in such quiet ways, that it really could be anyone. So, even two weeks into receiving flowers, you had no idea who that person was.

Until one morning you open the door and received the shock of your life. In front of you, holding a perfect rose, was D. The infamous Vampire Hunter. Your heart beat so loud, you were certain he had heard it.

He bowed to you, hand pressed against his heart. "I hope, that you do not mind one more rose."

His voice is calm and measured, his eyes soft. And you find that you do not mind one more rose at all.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

May I?

Note: First of all, I want to apologize to @okaywwaitwhat (if it's you who send the request) because I lived under the impression that I've posted your request and now as I've scrolled through my blog it was nowhere to be found. So again, sorry if you thought I forgot about you. Even with delay, I hope you nejoy it 😅

Second, I don't know who this beatiful piece of artwork belongs to, but Tumblr ran out of decent vhd gifs, so...

prompt no. 14 “You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it.”

prompt no. 19 “Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.”

D watched your hands sliding over the blade of the sword. Its handle rested in one of your palms while the other ran an oil-soaked cloth over it. The task was performed with almost religious reverence. Your eyes were trained on the blade so you didn’t notice D watching your every move. How you acquired the Blade of Alucard was still a mystery to him. However, he did not ask you how the sword found its way into your hands, and neither he told you about its origins. That fact still burned at the pit of his stomach, but he knew he made a good decision at leaving it in your care. After all, you needed a suitable weapon to defend yourself with when traveling with him.

„Zippy? Can you hand me the other rag? The dry one.“ You extend your arm towards him without raising your eyes from the sword.

Ah, the nickname you gave him. He remembers how you decided on it like it was yesterday. You insisted he gave you his real name, thinking it was some sort of nickname. When he told you that’s all he’s ever been called, you frowned and told him one letter is not a name and he should have a real one. Shortly after, you came up with the cheeky title Zippy. D wasn’t sure it was even a word. Just another one of your peculiarities. The teasing nickname stuck and now whenever he hears it, he accepts it as his second name.

His name was another thing you’ve claimed as your own. Before he met you, he was just a test subject D, but now he was Zippy. Despite himself, D found a sense of pride in it, no matter how silly the name was. A year ago, he would be annoyed if you’d called him that. Now he felt a strange warmth every time he heard it. There was no use to fight it. You’ve wormed yourself inside the vampire hunter’s heart and there was no coming back, not that D wanted to return to his old, lonely days. Human lifespans are so short, they are like the blink of an eye compared ti his. He wants to cherish the time he has with you while he still can. To hear his name spill from your lips again and again.

„D? Don’t be a slacker.“

The hunter’s shoulders jerked. He got so lost in the thoughts of you, his hands remained still in your burlap. With warmth on his cheeks, he pulled the cloth out of the bag and handed it to you. He made sure your fingers brushed, running the pads of his fingers over your palm, much warmer than his. D noticed he’s been doing that often lately. Finding all the smallest ways and excuses to touch you. At first, he tried to justify these actions to himself as well.

The space is too small, he can’t help it. He told himself as he pressed closer to you in a cleft of a mountain you’ve hidden. Your pulse needs to be checked often, you are sick. He told himself as he held your hand while you were sleeping away the illness. He needs to make sure the breastplate fits you perfectly. He told himself as he ran his hands over your arms and sides. So on and so on. And you, sweet and ignorant you, are so assured he could never, ever see you romantically, or anyone for that matter, that you let him do whatever he wished.

His latest temerity resurfaced when training you in swordsmanship. Unbeknownst to you, he showed you all the tricks and stances taught to him by the Great Ancestor himself. You were a quick learner, and D was proud of your progress. As he guided your hands into a proper position, D put his hands over your hips as he told you to go looser in the knees. Then, he use one of his legs to spread yours more apart. By the time he realized what he was doing, you were already looking at him with bewilderment in your eyes. Ugh. The shame.

„There! All done. What do you think?“ Thankfully, you ripped him from his flustered musings. D lifted his head from behind the dark curtain of his hair and inspected you closely. You were holding the golden sword in front of you with the utmost delicacy, the blade glinting in the autumn sun. Each nook and crevice was expertly polished and D nodded with a pleased hum. He would never think that a playful trickster like you would take your sword fighting lessons and the artillery maintenance this seriously.

„D, you’re smiling.“ He could hear the laughter in your voice. The vampire hunter winced, he hadn’t realized that a small smile was forming on his face. D looked away in embarrassment. You don’t need to make a deal out o fit. „Nonsense.“ The more he denied it, the more he felt his mouth twitching. „You smiled! I saw it, so there’s no denying it.“ You set down the sword and crawl on all four toward him. Meanwhile, D crawling backward to escape your inquiry. That effort was quickly squished down when his back was met with a stone wall. Before he had a chance to roll sideways, you slid between his knees and brought your wide grin toward his face. Your happiness was contagious, so D gave up on trying to fight it, and closed his eyes whilst letting a small smile form on his lips. Truly, you live to tease him, don’t you?

„Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.“

When he opened his eyes in surprise, you had this soft, warm look instead of your usual cheek. Your face was so close, you were radiating life and warmth and life like the sun itself. And just like the sun, you had the ability to bring him to his knees. The vampire hunter was so lost in the depth of your eyes that he hadn’t even noticed one of his hands inching towards your face. You noticed it sooner than him but were so shocked that you kept still. The moment is akin to wild deer making its way toward you. Slowly, D’s knuckles slid across your cheek, a whisper of a touch, while he haven’t taken his eyes from yours.

The only movement on your body was the wild beating of your heart, which was thumping so fiercely against your chest that you suspected it wants to jump out of your chest and into D’s arms. Painfully slowly you raised your hand and grasped the dhampir’s one still resting on your face, simply clutching his appendages with your smaller ones, keeping your eyes trained on his.

The first one to snap out of this weird trance was D. He jerked his hand away as if it burned him and stood up.

„Ahem- That’ll be enough training for today. Get some rest, I’ll keep watch.“

Without waiting for your answer, the hunter put the hat on his head and stomped away. All you could do was watch him as millions of thoughts swirled inside your head. Did that really just happen??

[vampires-and-dhampirs]

Vampire Hunter D Holiday Week

Day one - Decorating

Tags: SFW, family friendly, wholesome family stuff, fluff

The end of the year had come, meaning it was time to decorate for the holiday season. D hadn’t participated in the holidays since he was a child when his mother was alive, and he was grateful to be doing this year with your family. You both had been together for some time but he typically wasn't around for the holidays to enjoy it with you. You wanted him to be a part of your family, however that best looked for you, but he had a job to do which kept him away for large amounts of time. He did his best to be with you as much as possible but this year he wanted to make sure he spent the holiday with you all. You’ve spoken with him before that you wanted to spend the whole month together because the holiday wasn't just about one day. Getting together with everyone from your extended family to see each other and catch up was the highlight every year. The family would trickle in over the course of a few weeks and stay over until the 1st day of the new year. Anyone who showed up the first week, had to help make the house look presentable. 

 You managed to get your broody love to help with so much around the house. This man was outside by putting up lights, helping make wreaths, and had chopped down a huge tree for the family. Making the entry way look welcoming was his favorite though. He didn't have to say it but you could see the effort he was putting in to make it look eye-catching. He wondered, "Why do you all celebrate like this?"

"It's just a tradition we've been doing for generations. To be perfectly honest I don't know the details of why. I just like being around my family."  When he’s finished, you take his hand and lead him to the living room where your parents are. They have arts and crafts set up to make little ornaments for the tree. Every year, you all would make a new ornament to add to the collection. Once they were done you would write your name on it, and how old you were. You hand him a plain ornament to doodle on. For a little while he didn't do anything because he had no clue what he wanted this little thing to look like. He eventually painted the base the color of your eyes with a bunch of little hearts and stars. Even though you thought it was the sweetest thing, you had to restrain yourself from teasing him a little bit. You didn't want to make him feel self conscious about it by accident. Then your parents made it awkward as hell by mushing over how sweet it was. "You know, you guys can just not talk sometimes." He remarked in a somber tone, "You don't like it?" In a panic, you complimented his ornament profusely.  You then realized he was just pulling your leg. When everyone finished their ornament, they went onto the tree as always and of course D’s went next to yours. 

[eva105]

Well... I decided to take a little risk and write my own headcanon about "Vampire Hunter D x reader". This will be my first time writing something like this and... I'm a little scared... But the idea of this headcanon doesn't give me peace so why not?

A small disclaimer: This idea seems interesting but also a little strange. English is not my native language 😅 (I apologize in advance for the possibly long text and dryness of the content, I have no experience in such matters🥲)

Summary: Headcanon about how you and D got into the world of Minecraft.

(Let's start with the background). The fact that you got from our world to the World of Frontier, where our Great Vampire Hunter D lives and travels is already shocking, because now you are traveling with him in search of a way to return home. (or will you stay in this world? Who knows).

Initially, when you moved to the world of Frontier (yes, Isekai, I'm talking specifically about you) it was night, which was the first problem, you ended up in the forest, this is the second problem. I think you've already guessed what this led to...

A group of ghouls wanted to attack you and it seemed like it was the end and you would become another snack for these ghouls. But a miracle happened. Vampire Hunter D arrived just in time before you could be harmed.

After saving you, D wanted out of good intentions, to leave you in the village or in the city for the simple reason that it was much safer there than with him. But after much trying and persuasion he reluctantly agreed to take you with him on his travels.

Over the two months of traveling together, you got to know each other a little better. You started to get used to his cold and silent behavior, when you talk about something it seems like he doesn’t pay attention, but this is far from true. D always listens to what you say even if he doesn't show it, occasionally commenting on something or nodding.

Stopping for the night on the plains and making a small camp for both of you, you watch as a small fire burns that D lit for you. Raising your head, you look at the stars that are very similar to those from your world. But here there are completely different constellations.

Feeling your eyelids getting heavy and it becomes difficult to keep them open you do not resist the approaching sleep...

But before you finally fall asleep, you feel strong arms pulling you towards something and then something covers your body like a blanket. You guess that perhaps it was D who pulled you towards him and covered you with his cloak so that you wouldn’t freeze; this was the last thought before you fell completely asleep.

Now imagine D's surprise and shock when he found himself in a different place... Even Lefty (the parasite living in D's left hand, hence his name as far as I remember) was confused where they were, everything was so... Square... that his eyes started to hurt a little. And even more shock when D saw that his hands were now square.

D started to worry when he immediately realized that you were not around, right up until the moment when he heard somewhere far away your joyful cry "MINECRAFT!!!" (I think you understood the reference to the meme :3).

When he found you (to his relief), he noticed that you had started chopping down a tree... With your hands..? And yes, you too have become square.

You started mining wood as if you were doing it in a regular Minecraft game, except that... You are now in the game in the literal sense of the word and it was strange to feel square. After mining one block of wood, you hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing?"

You jumped in surprise before turning around to see your tall, handsome, and silent friend, also became square. His expression was calm as always, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes about the situation and where they were now.

"Oh, D! I would have already started to worry when I realized that you were not around." You were happy when you realized that you would not be alone in this world. But now you need to explain to him where you are now.

"I understand that you are confused about where we are now, right?"

The subtle glimmer of interest and curiosity in his dark eyes almost escaped you. With your arms spread out in a T-shape, still holding the block of wood in your hand, you said solemnly with a smile on your face.

"Welcome to Minecraft my dear friend".

You see that D's confusion only grew even more. "Minecraft?" he asked.

You nod "I know you probably still don't get it, this just confuses you more than it answers. But don't worry, I'll guide you through it," you assure him with a reassuring smile. Raising your head to look at the sky, you see that it is already midday and you two better hurry before night falls.

"D, can I ask you to do something?"

He looked back at you. "What exactly?"

You raised your hand, pointing to a small flock of white sheep in the distance eating grass. "To make two beds, we'll need six blocks of planks and six blocks of sheep's wool. Do you still have the sword with you?"

D raised his hand behind his back, grabbing the hilt of his sword. "Yes."

You nodded approvingly. "Okay, I'll make a workbench and boards for now, and you run to the sheep to get wool and meat, don't forget to grab some, okay?"

With this D nodded and went to fulfill your request.

While D was busy with the sheep, you quickly made a wooden axe and a pickaxe, getting enough boards to make beds and a small house to wait out the night.

Having built a house that looks like a small box, you ran for cobblestones and if possible find coal if you come across it (And running drains your hunger bar).

Having mined enough cobblestones and some coal, it was already getting dark. Returning back running, you see D who crossed his arms on his chest leaning against the wall of the house with his eyes closed, waiting for you. Hearing your running and out of breath breathing, which indicated your return, he opened his eyes and straightened up, watching you approach. Before he had time to ask you where you had been, you immediately ran into the house.

"Come in quickly and close the door!" You shouted at him as you slowed down from running and along the way, you craft torches, leaning against the wall and catching your breath from running.

A little surprised by your actions but without asking, D did as you said, entering the house and closing the door behind him, he watches as you make several torches that begin to illuminate the space.

"So that’s where you went" he guessed, judging by the fact that you had coal in your hands, which slightly stained your fingers and palms.

"Yes, I went to get some cobblestones and coal to make torches," you said as you placed the torches on the walls, illuminating the space. You turned to him "Sorry if I made you wait..." you apologize to him.

D just shook his head. "I don't blame you for this, you weren't gone that long." He said calmly.

You sighed in relief before asking, already holding the boards for making beds in your hand, "Did you get the sheep wool and their meat?".

D handed you the wool and meat and you nodded in gratitude "thank you". He nodded back.

You put the wool and the boards on the workbench and got two white beds, placing beds on either side of the workbench, you lay down on your bed. "Go to bed D."

D was puzzled how you were able to make two beds in a few seconds by putting in just a few blocks of wool and boards. As soon as he lay down on the bed, after a few seconds, night immediately turned into day. He definitely has a huge number of questions for you.

You got out of bed and having placed sixteen blocks of cobblestones on the workbench, two furnaces immediately appeared in your hands. Having placed them against the wall, you put coal and sheep meat there, because hunger makes itself felt. As soon as you turned around to see how D was doing, you saw him sitting on his bed looking at you.

"I understand you have a lot of questions right now, right..?" Seeing how he nodded, you prepared to answer his questions. "Okay, I'll try to answer everything."

Eating roasted sheep meat and sharing with D you answer all his questions. From "where the hell are we?" and "how did night suddenly become day when we went to bed?"

When you were telling him about the world of Minecraft, you warned him in advance that in this game physics and logic are absent in some places. But sand and gravel definitely have physics.

When you go outside to get food and resources, you simultaneously teach D how to use the inventory, workbench, etc. It was a bit difficult at first, but D learns pretty quickly.

Noticing a large cave that goes deeper down, you examine it trying to find valuable ores to mine them in the future.

D also peered into the depths of the cave and it seemed his attention was attracted by something, or rather someone.

"Are you interested in those mobs down there?" You asked, seeing how D was watching the creatures that were hiding in the darkness. Without taking his eyes off them, he repeated the word you said "Mobs?".

"There are peaceful mobs such as sheep, cows, pigs. Neutral mobs include wolves, golems, spiders and Endermen". You explain to him, then turning your gaze to the bottom of the cave. "And these guys are considered aggressive: zombies, skeleton archer, creeper, drowned man, slimes and witches".

When D returned his gaze to you, a voice was heard from his left hand, it seems Lefty decided to join the conversation. "This green creature without arms and with a strange mouth looks ridiculous."

"You mean the creeper? Yes, he looks ridiculous but... He's quite dangerous." you said, looking at the hissing creature below.

"What exactly is dangerous about it?" D asked in his calm, low voice.

You move away from the cliff into the cave so as not to fall, calling D to follow you. When you moved to a safe distance, you began to speak. "Well, let's say you went into the mine for coal, iron, gold or something like that." You go behind D's back while he watches you. "It would seem that you are simply extracting resources... But suddenly you hear a hissing sound behind you. You don't have time to turn around before - BAM! You are deafened by the sound of an explosion and the damage is not small."

You hear Lefty's voice again "Now it's clear what this creature is, essentially a walking bomb." You nod in response, "Exactly."

You basically feel like a fish in water in this world, because you understand how it works and what needs to be done.

But with D it’s a completely different case, you understand that he has never seen such a world, not to mention the fact that both of you and this whole world are square.

But you are ready to take him under your wing and simultaneously teach him and introduce him to the world of Minecraft.

It looks like you're in for quite an interesting experience.

It was a bit difficult but I managed it..? Maybe I'll make a second part

[d-hampiir]

Just a little something I’ve been working on!!

[bookwormgamerweeb]

Vampire Hunter D x Assassin Female Reader

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Chapter 1: The Bar [Sfw]

A drink. She though nt while walking up the steps to the tavern, its been months since she has been in town and all her ''jobs'' have been taking all her time.Y/N can hear the chatter inside the tavern, it sounds like a fight is going on

The doors swing open . . . . . SILENCE filled the room, maybe because of her outfit she thought made them suspicious, she wore a black turtleneck, black pants that shaped her curves, a deep blue baldic which carried her naginata sword, a big black cloak and a mask that covers her nose and down.

Walking in the tavern, she sat in the shadows hoping no one would know who she is.She finally got up to the front to get a drink. ''Could i get a mug of ale . . . '' she said while throwing a couple gold coins on the table.the bartender gave her a look and said ''shouldn't you be your husband its bad for a women like you here at night, there are bad, bad men out here''. Y/N sighed ''Are you going to give me my drink or not'' sounding very agitated.

The bartender grinned and slid a big mug of ale, Y/N took the mug and walked to her table.all eyes was on her but there was somebody else looking at her, it made her feel uneasy.she made quick of the ale, feeling a bit woozy she gets up and stumbles outside the tavern eyes still on her.Been a long while since she had a drink so she might have become a lightweight.

The streets seemed colder than it was when she came in very strange. . . .

galloping

A man on horse scooped you up galop and started riding out of town, even in your drunken state you could see he was beautiful.Black wavy hair that flew in the wind, skin whiter than bone, plump lips and brown eyes that seem to lead to another world but at the same time so empty.Everything else was obscured by a black hat.

Y/N tried to struggle but his grasp on you was so tight you felt you were going to suffocate.She tried to grab her naginata but he was able to grab it before she could could strike.they were getting deeper in the forest, Y/N tried to look up but was greeted with a branch to the face.She began to lose consciousness and then . . . black

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and thats it im going to make the mc independent but too independent ty bye

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[just-some-user-hunny]

D with a reader who dresses in lolita style (it's so pretty if u don't know what it is search it :3), I imagine specifically shiro lolita or sweet lolita because I feel it would give a funny contrast between reader and D XD Have a good day!

I was OBSESSED with lolita fashion when I was a preteen 😆 the dresses and ruffles r so cute, like vintage Victorian porcelain dolls!

Honestly the opposite aesthetic of your styles would fit so well together. D would quietly admire your fashion sense, it's very elegant to him- and you always seem so happy as well, which naturally makes him happy. (He'll look you over fondly, the slightest of smiles on his face as you twirl and show him a new dress you've gotten).

He's a dark gothic cowboy wearing a billowing bat wing cape, looking all daunting and mysterious- whilst you're beside him all dolled up and pretty. It somehow works so well.

[sacred-treasure]

smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!toji who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, mama,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy twice before spreading your thighs further.

his tongue licking around your puckered hole, the one no one’s touched, “gonna let me be your first doll? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!toji who fucks you hard just to see you squirt on his chest. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but toji won’t have it.

no, his calloused palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. before you can think too much about it, toji’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt.

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“toji!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn scar you love so much.

nasty!toji who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “t-toji, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, ma,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—shit—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet when you’re cryin’ for it. this poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a rumbly chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, just makes me wanna fuck a baby into ‘ya.”

nasty!toji who can’t help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he’d long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he’s worth. he didn’t give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you’re honest, you can’t be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

toji had inhumane stamina and sex happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. he can go for hours, never getting bored of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his dick. but when he does finally come, it doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to being done with you.

nasty!toji fills you with so much of his cum that it can’t possibly all fit inside of your poor, abused pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs and his heavy balls as it overflows. toji simply doesn’t care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he’s immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you’ve never looked so messy before, he’s sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

[namariko]

Chapter 1: A Shadow in the Sun

The sun stood high above the endless wasteland, burning and relentless. The wind carried a fine layer of dust and sand, which settled on the cracked path leading to Garucia. Far away, on the path leading to Garucia, lay an old truck, motionless and abandoned by the roadside.

D rode past, his dark cloak barely moving in the hot wind. He had already noticed the truck from a distance—an abandoned machine often meant danger, whether from bandits, scavengers, or something worse. But this time, there was only a single person, Y/N, making her way toward Garucia on foot.

She walked with a steady, determined pace, showing no sign of struggle despite the brutal heat. A metal canister hung from her hand, swinging slightly with each step. Her long, dark hair was tied into a loose braid, though a few strands had escaped, clinging to her sun-warmed skin. Though simple, her clothing had a certain grace to it—clean, well-fitted, and more dignified than one would expect on the road.

D let his blue eyes rest on her for a moment. Most travelers reacted in some way when faced with a lone rider like him—whether by seeking help, keeping their distance, or eyeing him warily. But she simply continued forward, gaze fixed on the distant town, as if he wasn’t there at all.

He guided his horse ahead, passing her by a few feet before slowing his pace.

Left Hand stirred at his side, its voice laced with amusement.

“Look at that, she’s really trying hard to act like she doesn’t see you.”

D ignored him, though he knew the hand wasn’t entirely wrong. People usually kept their distance from him—some out of reverence, others out of fear. But this woman… she didn’t seem intimidated.

Behind him, there was no reaction. If she had heard Left Hand’s voice, she gave no sign. Either she hadn’t noticed, or she had chosen to pretend she hadn’t.

He let his horse slow until he was beside her again. For a moment, she stopped and looked up at him, her expression unreadable. No surprise, no desperation. Just a brief, assessing glance, as if weighing whether he was a threat.

D said nothing at first, letting his gaze drift over her face—a slight flush on her cheeks from the sun, a hint of fatigue in her eyes. But no sign of weakness.

Then he spoke, his voice low and direct.

“Get on.”

A moment of hesitation. She seemed to weigh his words, as though not used to accepting help. Then, shifting the canister to her other hand, she wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist, glanced once more at the distant town—and finally nodded.

D reached down, extending his hand. She hesitated only a second longer before gripping it. He pulled her up effortlessly, and she swung her leg over the horse’s back, settling behind him with practiced ease. She didn’t hold onto him, didn’t seek support, simply sat quietly, balancing even with the added weight of the canister.

Left Hand sighed theatrically. “Ah, this silent communication… so romantic.”

This time, there was a reaction. A slight tilt of her head, barely perceptible, as though she had heard—but still chose not to acknowledge it.

D ignored him again. But as he nudged his horse forward, he became aware of the warmth of her presence behind him, steady and unshaken.

He wasn’t sure why he had offered her a ride. It hadn’t been necessary. Maybe it was because she didn’t behave like an ordinary traveler. Or maybe… Left Hand was right.

Maybe he didn’t want her to simply keep going.

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I hope you enjoyed reading it! In case you’re interested, I originally wrote this story with a character named Elyse, but I changed her name to Y/N at the end because I thought readers might identify with the character better. Do you find it more relatable? I’m not a great fanfic writer—I only wrote one or two a long time ago that I kept just for myself. 😄

[mwphisto]

Sylus hates his neck being touched.

You came to this realization one night when sitting on the couch beside him. Your fingers making their way to pinch at his ear lobe when he wouldn’t give you the remote. His neck hadn’t been your target, but his shoulder immediately shot up to block it off entirely at the sight of your fingers.

You didn’t mention it, acted like you didn’t even catch the very obvious flinch, and pinched his earlobe as planned. Last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, it wasn’t even worth teasing him over.

Ever since, you’ve made a mental note of steering clear of Sylus’ neck… until now.

Your fingers found their anchor on the silk of Sylus’ shirt, fisting the material so tightly you felt as if it would rip apart under your hold. “Sy, please…” you needed him to hold you harder, kiss you harder, as if his presence wasn’t already all consuming. All you could see, taste, feel, smell, hear.

He flooded each of your senses, warm hands splayed across your hips and subtly guiding you in a rocking motion. “Please what?” Hushed, as if it physically hurt him to pull away from your lips for that long.

You could only manage a whine at his lips melting into yours again, the kisses bruising and wet. You’re losing yourself in him, so dazed by the force of his love that your fingers unravel from his clothing and slide inward.

Somewhere in your haze, you had known your intention was to cup his face. You needed to keep him close.

And, yet? Your hands had stopped once they wrapped around the column of his neck. Your hold wasn’t hard, nor was it restricting. But a gentle presence, a warm weight.

Sylus moaned audibly, making your eyes fly open with a gasp when you realized where your hands had stopped. There was a slew of apologizes on your tongue, ready to let go and beg for his forgiveness for crossing such a line.

Instead? Sylus shoved his tongue past your parted lips. A large hand leaving your waist to grab the back of your neck and pull you against him harder than before. He liked it.