#hellsing smut

“Drifting just right out of sight. Show me where it hurts and I’ll lick it better.”

-Unpublishable by Ethel Cain

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There he stands, in the corner of your room, watching you, as you watch the stars.

Eyes transfixed on something elsewhere in your mind. You are a meteor that shot through his forever night sky. A human, so ordinary, you are extraordinary.

He doesn’t visit you often, trying to keep his distance, yet you are all he thinks about. The moment he enters his coffin, to the time the evening bell chimes and Integra has a job for him, you are enter his mind. It’s unwanted, yet you have settled yourself into a monsters mind, like a lily blooming in hell.

This night is one of the rare nights he is in your physical presence. You never scream at him to leave, or cry in agony at the monster that creeps in the corners in your room in Hellsing, so he stays sometimes.

Sometimes, the two of you will chat, mainly you, though you are quite curious about him.

Silly human.

You do not need to know the dark existence he has lived. More so, absentmindedly chugging along until he eventually, hopefully, dies. Sometimes, he likes to think of you as a distraction. A distraction until his bitter end. So instead, he mainly lets you speak. About your hopes, your dreams, how you like your coffee, or do you like coffee at all? These are all so….fascinating.

You turn over to look at him, eyes sparkling, like you are not looking at a beast. You look perplexed. Blood pools into your cheeks, making you look even more enchanting under the moonlight.

“What troubles you, my dear.”

You avoid his gaze. He barely, if ever, blinks. He tries sometimes, for you, though that human trait is long gone, along with others.

“I just…” Hands start to fidget, little sweat beads, too small for the human eye, start to form, indicating that you are nervous.

He stands a bit closer to you, still trying to maintain some sort of distance. He too, now, is confused as well. He will never understand humans.

“Out with it.” He says, yet gently. No matter how hard he tries, cruel words filter into something lighter around you. 

His tall stature looms over you, consuming, taking away anything that’s behind him. The question that’s on the tip of your tongue is something you’re unsure of. You’re not exactly sure what you want, but the only thing you’re sure of is that your body aches with need. Part of you thinks it’s one of the powers of a vampire, to seduce, but you think it’s just you and your insatiable need to have him.

“I want you.” Your words are simple and direct. Saying out loud, you feel silly, you feel stupid. He is a monster. You have seen glimpses of what he could do and yet, you’ve seen glimpses of a gentlemen before the darkness. You have come to notice that he doesn’t do anything until you’ve given him the green light.

You’ve already pictured it, night after night, in your dreams. The sensual touches, his velvety voice, his eyes coaxing out pleasures with just a look, leaves you soaked when you wake up. You’ll touch yourself to finish, to even feel an ounce of what you felt in your dreams, yet it never comes close. You have gone mad. Knowing that you live under the same roof as the vampire of your dreams, has you reeling.

Your little fantasy is brought back to the present when you hear a humorless laugh. A blush sneaks its way back to your cheeks, this time out of humiliation.

“You silly human. You do not want me, I am a monster. I am the darkness that lurks in your nightmares. It would be a sin to bed me and like it!” He sneers as he draws closer to you, each step feels like your doom.

This was a mistake.

Of course it was, you are but a silly human, but your heart wants what it wants.

Your lips tremble with hurt and thighs squeeze with desire.

He’s close to you now. You can smell the scent of death on him. You look up at him and the beauty of him. Long, ebony hair falls in tendrils behind him, while some strands cover parts of his eyes. His eyes match the color of his clothing, crimson and bloody. Everything about it screams demonic, but you only see an angel.

Seeing you, like this, shaking, looking so small, it makes his undead heart ache. His eyes soften. To be with you, in that way, so close with your bodies touching, it’s only in his undead dreams.

It can only be in his dreams.

If he has you, he can never turn back.

Though, his black heart can’t help but give in, even just a little. He is a monster after all.

Fingers, like talons, take a gentle hold on your neck. His thumb rubbing soothing circles, your mouth opening at the cool sensation.

“Is this,” he moves his head closer, so close his cool breath is touching your ear, “what you truly want? Is this what your human heart desires?”

His skin is like ice. Cold and not meant to be felt by a human, it’s everything you’ve dreamed of. His lips, just as cold, place feather-like kisses across your cheek. You wouldn’t even notice the sensation if it wasn’t for an almost 7-foot vampire hunching over you.

After a moment, he breaks away, His eyes are solemn as they look at you, with a hint of hunger. Hunger for what? You don’t exactly know, all you know is your arousal grows with each second passing.

“Speak, my dear. Tell me! I will do as you say, so tell me!”

Your eyes are foggy with lust as he continues to pepper you with gentle kisses. You can tell he is holding himself back. What you thought was rejection, was actually hesitation.

Shadows start to whirl around you, blinding your vision, so all you see is him. His kisses start to descend, inching towards your neck. He stops before he falls off the deep end to look at you. Now his eyes are almost pitch black. The abyss is so vast that you let out a shaky breath.

“I-yes-I,”

“Yes what? Say it.”

Though is voice carries a demanding tone, it’s as gentle as his kisses. It’s full of passion that you’ve never felt with another human. The passion gives you strength.

“Yes! I want you!”

That does it.

Within a split second he’s carrying you bridal style to your bed. You fall gracefully onto your pillows, a little cold from your window being open.

Alucard hovers above your clothed stomach, keeping preying eyes on you. He looks a bit different than when he first manifested in your room. His black hair, now longer, floats around him along with his shadow. The shadows now contain about a thousand glowing eyes, almost black like the ones on his face. They’re all watching you with lust.

“As you wish, my dove.”

Your T-shirt is delicately moved up with one of his hands, making you shiver from the cold and the sensual touch. He stares at your stomach, beautiful and soft and oh so deliciously human.

A long, pale tongue slowly exits his mouth, coming to a lewd point. Your stomach con-caves slightly, letting out a sharp breath and he hasn’t even done anything. His eyes never leave you, savoring these appetizing reactions.

He gives your lower stomach a little lick, sharp teeth on full display as you squirm at his teasing.

“My, my,” he gives you another small lick, “you are insatiable darling.”

Both of his sharp hands now tease the waste band of your pajama shorts, his sharp fingernails making you shudder. He’s so close to what you desire and he’s taking his sweet damn time.

Cool fingers start to slowly bring your shorts down, revealing your panties underneath.

You’re not even fully revealed, yet you close your legs, feeling bare before the eyes that watch.

He smiles, the smile would come off as evil if it weren’t for what he says, “You are perfect, silly human. You should not hide yourself from a demon like me.”

He takes his tongue and drags it all along the clothed slit of your pussy, your back arching at the sensation.

“Mnh!” Your lips are closed shut, yet you still let out an audible whimper.

“Let me hear you, feel you, taste you! Do not hold back!”

He goes in like a man starved, more like creature starved, leaving a wet pool on your panties. Eyes roll back into your skull. You give in and let him hear how he’s making you feel. Tongue, long and so strong, it feels like there is no barrier between you and him.

He starts to slowly, agonizingly, pull down your panties as he gives you soft strokes with his tongue. He so close, his nose is now hitting your bare clit, creating a sensation so good you feel like you’re floating. Then, with one more tug, your panties are off, and you feel the wetness of his mouth.

The only thing that can be heard from your room is the sound of squelching and your pretty little moans. That doesn’t seem to be enough, because he starts to move his face so deep into you, if he were a human, he surely wouldn’t be able to breath.

His thick tongue finally enters, making your whole body convulse.

“Oh my god!” You hiss, grabbing his long, ebony hair and pulling it, making him let out a pleased sigh.

His tongue fucks you slowly, wiggling it inside of you. A pointy nose hitting you in the right spot.

It’s all too much.

The shadows and eyes start to consume you.

You are so beautiful, laid out like this. His decaying heart roars to life at each mewl and moan you let out. Looking at you right now, makes him feel like this was his purpose, to please you. It’s all up to you, and this force of evil will follow.

Alucard starts to let out a low growl, as if feeling you getting closer and closer to finishing. Your breathing gets heavier, almost not being able to breathe at all.

His long arms now wrap around your waste, beckoning you closer, urging you closer to his mouth.

That’s when it hits you, pure ecstasy. He’s literally eating you, lapping you up like a dog. Each lick and suck sending your senses into overdrive. You haven’t felt more alive.

You come down, and he still inside of you. Mouth still sucking on your tender and overstimulated pussy. You whine, not knowing if you want more or for him to stop.

His tongue comes out of you, feeling empty. He looks at you like he’s gone mad. A single droplet of blood falls from one of his eyes. In that look, you can tell that this is only the beginning.

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Notes: heyyyy peoppple! First Alucard fic and ofc it’s him licking us tf up LMAO! I hope you guys like it and omg two fics in one week?! I told you guys I was cooking shit up in my Gojo fic. I am new to the hellsing fandom so PLEASE let’s all be kind! Let me know what you guys think and with that…i appreciate yall and I hope you have such a lovely holiday🩷🩷🩷🩷

Ps: I have other oneshots in general, I just need to link them LMAO! buuutttt if you guys are interested you can just look up ‘whatever’ x reader in my tags! I don’t have a lot but they’re there! Ty again!

Alucard has nothing but respect for his master, obeying her every command and carrying out her orders to the letter, but this courtesy does not extend toward's Integra's family, or more specifically; her younger sister. Alucard doesn't hate the girl, as evidenced by the fact that her brains aren't painting the walls yet, but he sure as hell doesn't respect her in the slightest either, and that's putting it lightly.

He's practically just a bully around her, popping out from around corners or out from walls when she least expects it, intentionally scaring her, he finds it hilarious how easily frightened she is, laughing his ass off whenever she flinches or jumps at his sudden appearance, but his teasing doesn't stay harmless for very long.

Alucard's antics will quickly escalate from schoolyard bullying to outright harassment and abuse. He'll fire his gun mere inches away from her head, just barely missing her, and he'll also get much more handsy with her, groping her tits and hips and slapping her ass whenever she walks by.

That's not even the worst of it, Alucard knows how scared and uncomfortable his guns make her, and he uses that to his full advantage, rubbing his Jackal across her body, brushing the cold metal against her most sensitive areas before forcing the barrel past her quivering lips and demanding that she gets it nice and wet for her own sake.

"Oh stop crying, little bitch. My master isn't scared of guns, so why should you be? Now if you don't start sucking already I'll blow your empty little head off."

If he is feeling especially sadistic, which will be more often than not, Alucard will when even force his gun into her pussy, with nothing but her saliva to lube up the cold steel. He'll keep his finger right on the trigger, but never actually pulling it. The chamber is completely empty and the safety is on of course, can't have his chew toy dying too quickly now, but she doesn't know that.

Everyone in the Hellsing Organization will turn a blind eye to what Alucard is doing to her. Walter is content to let his old friend do whatever he wants, and Seras is too loyal to her master to say anything against him. Even Integra, her own elder sister, won't do anything about it, the very most she'll do is tell Alucard not to kill her or break any bones.

The absolute worse thing Alucard will do is forcing himself onto her, making her take his entire huge cock into her small virgin pussy. Alucard is much bigger and more well endowed than the average man, even by vampire standards, so it's going to hurt like hell when he forces every single torturous inch into her untouched pussy, it's enough to make her bleed, which just spurs the vampire on all the more.

He's big and rough, treating her like a sex toy and having no regard for any pain he might be causing her during the brutal fucking. Alucard is so much bigger than her that he'll have to lift her up to even get her shorter form onto his cock, her feet off the ground as he fucks into her, hissing venomous insults into her ear as he rearranges her cunt.

"Hah! Pathetic! Even Police Girl can take more than this without passing out! You really sicken me brat, you're not worthy of sharing the same blood as my master..."

Pandering him about how he needs to be more “careful”, “precise”, and more “clean”. He was pretending to keep up with you at first but something else was calling, nose flaring.

‘Does your sex always tend to seep like that?’ Alucard cut you off from your chiding. Chest heaving from taking a big whiff of the air around him, catching the scent of your weeping sex for the umpteenth time today, eyes focused on the desk your legs hid behind; a bewildered you shocked for words.

His vulgarity had struck your core but that was completely uncalled for, you wouldn’t dare show the affect he had on you. ‘E-excuse me?’ was all you could make out to that question, stuttering in confusion and anger. ‘Alucard!’. You shout huskily slamming your hands on the desk. ‘That is completely inappropriate what is wrong with you!?’

‘You don’t think walking around being so slick isn’t anymore inappropriate? My Master’ Alucard dragged out the title in a slow, rolling purr, each syllable reverberating along the walls of this big meeting room. Now, standing behind you, like a sly predator ready to toy with its new favored prey, hands tantalizingly gliding down your body through your tailored suit, dipping his cold slender fingers between your legs, rubbing around the rim of your entrance through your suit pants slowly, revealing that sopping hole that’s been sitting and sobbing for days.

He pulls his finger away as though he’s watching a string of slick come from it, showing you the bit of wetness on the pads of his finger. ‘You see? I could smell this wet spot for days. Just a mess. You always get like this, and yet you dare tell me what is inappropriate when you walk around leaking through your clothes. Heat pathetically doting on me whenever I’m near, it’s almost like you’ve wet yourself. how incredulously perverted Sir’.

You gasp at a lost for words when you feel his hand slip back into your pants to spread you out through your garments so he can feel you throb around nothing. You couldn’t help but sink into the chair gripping unto his forearm at a weak attempt to hold him off, sounds you’d make only in throes of pleasure betraying you anyway. Truth be told with all the missions and duty calls, you haven’t had enough alone time to handle your “private matters”. You should’ve known such an blood lusted beast would’ve sniffed you out and have its way with you. ‘Aw, you’ll never stop me like that.’ Alucard coos into the shell of your ear. Your grip only pushing his hand further to stroke at your swelling sex.

the last thing you remember was falling off a building after being chased down by a group of men. you had ran for you life, quite literally and then you slipped backwards. you remember hearing the sounds of cracking, your bones breaking and a sharp cry before there was nothing. 

you were almost certain you had died and woken up in some sort of purgatory? you had never seen this place before and the air smelled of smoke and dragon’s blood, a scent that seemed to bring you comfort despite yourself. 

“hello?” you called out but your voice seemed to echo back towards you. 

this was definitely a mansion of some kind and you looking down at your body, you were in a soft dress, something you weren’t wearing when you fell… you don’t even know the time but you’re thirsty and your throat feels like it’s on fire.

“hello?” you called out again before you hear faint laughter and the sound of a piano.

you swallowed hard as you pushed the large oakwood doors open, the room felt cold and it was dark aside from the moonlight providing light to the figure seated by the piano. 

“you’re awake?” the man asked, his voice deep and velvety. 

“.. what’s going on?” you ask, your body betraying you as you feel drawn to him, walking despite your mind screaming back at you to stop. 

“are you feeling … hungry?” he asks, ignoring your question and you can almost hear the amusement in his tone. 

you want to deny it but you suddenly feel very hungry, your heart beating too fast to be normal. you don’t think you’ve ever been this famished in your life. 

“you were helpless” he stands, facing you and he’s tall, very tall but he’s handsome in some sort of dangerous way, dressed all in red. “you were on the verge of death and i smelled your blood, it was hard to resist” 

you feel goosebumps rise as you take a cautious step back. 

“what are you talking about?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“you don’t think you actually survived that fall, did you?” he chuckles darkly, “you were bleeding out all over the pavement”

he groans softly, as if remembering the scene. 

“i haven’t been tempted that way in a very long time” he sighs, gently reaching out for your wrist to stop you from walking into a wall. “don’t run from me darling, i only want to help”

“help how?” your voice rises without meaning to but you’re confused and scared and your head is starting to hurt badly. “who are you!”

“alucard” he says gently, placing a soft, barely there kiss on the inside of her wrist, “i… saved you” 

“but you just told me i -“

“hush” he cups your face, “you need to feed, you won’t feel better until you do”

“f-feed?” your eyes widen, “what are you talking about! i… i need to go home!” 

“home?” he laughs again, it’s both gentle and mocking, “darling, this is your home now” 

your feel panic rise as you see his fangs, his eyes glowing red. everything in your body tells you to run but you’re rooted to the spot. 

“poor thing” he grins, “you have so much to learn” 

he leans down, their lips almost touching. 

“allow me to show you” he whispers, “i’ll make it all better” 

you nod, not understanding why you feels so trusting and drawn to him. 

the dim glow of the moon filtered through the mansion’s stained glass windows, casting jagged colours across the cold stone floor. alucard stood before you—tall, regal, and utterly inhuman, his crimson eyes burning like dying stars. you knelt, trembling not from fear but anticipation, her body caught between death and something far more eternal. 

his gloved hand extended toward her, a thin line drawn across his wrist. the blood welled up, impossibly dark, thick with power and promise. “drink” he commanded, voice velvet and deep, “if you wish to truly live beyond death.” 

you hesitated for only a breath before taking his wrist in her hands, lips parting to meet his offering.

the taste was overwhelming—smoke and fire, centuries of violence coursing through your veins with a single pull. your senses ignited all at once; the darkness around you no longer hid secrets but whispered them directly to her mind. alucard watched, his grin widening, sharp and proud. 

“good girl,” he murmured, his voice curling into your ears like smoke. “now you belong to the night… and to me.” his words settled over you like a chain and a vow all at once.

as the blood took root in her, reshaping everything you had been, you realised with a strange, fierce clarity, you were now was his creation.

you found yourself pulled closer to him by some invisible force and when your lips met, you could taste his blood mixed with the sweetness of your own as he bit your lip. 

“mine” he breathed, as though breathing life into you, “all mine” 

his touch was gentle but firm, aimed to remind you that you now lived for him and because of him.

he pushed into you slowly, carefully as he felt your blood gathering on his cock, he knew you were a virgin, your blood tasted like it and you were no ghoul. 

“please” you whisper, “it’s too much” 

“it’s enough” he whispered back, “just feel me” 

your back arches into him, eyes blow wide as he began to stretch you further. you had never felt anything so intense in your entire life and your body felt like it didn’t belong to you anymore. 

in a way, it no longer did. not when alucard was determined to make you his in every possible way that counted. 

he held you up against the wall as his thrust became harder, determined to break you so only he could put you back together. 

“good girl” he grinned, his fangs grazing your pulse point, “fuck you’re so good, aren’t you little vampire?” 

you moan louder, voice echoing as you finally reach your peak with him not far behind. 

Something vaguely noncorporeal latched onto your wrist before you could make any further move to leave, giving you pause as you glanced down. A tendril of shadow, barely there but enough to almost anchor you in place. Of course he's too proud to tell you to stay, it brings a small smile to your face.

Silently you let it lead you back to him, standing in front of the ornate chair that served as the only piece of furniture in the carnivorous space outside the coffin you were sure was somewhere outside your field of vision with crossed arms once the tendril let go.

"I almost have to respect your insistence," he said, clearly taking in the defiance of your posture as amusing.

"What? Do you want me to call you dog and beast?" You didn't mean for it to come out so testy but his purposefully confusing behavior grated on your nerves. "If I didn't know better I'd say you have a thing for degradation."

That earns you a real laugh, making warmth seep inside your chest. Before you can comprehend it you're in his lap, making you gasp softly in surprise as a sharper, more embarrassed heat floods through your body.

Daydreaming about straddling him and actually doing it are two very, very different things.

"Your stubbornness is unfortunately alluring," he purrs against the shell of your ear, sending phantom fingers down your spine as you stiffen in his light hold. There was an oddly placed note of melancholy in his voice however, despite the intimate position you were in. He didn't give you much time to ruminate on it though.

Alucard was painstakingly mindful of his teeth, much sharper than your own, as his mouth found yours to keep you speechless. It wasn't a difficult task, and your mouth opened eagerly against each swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip. He tasted heady, faintly metallic and it made your hips involuntarily grind down against him.

His fingers dug into your sides, one hand sliding upward to cradle the back of your head as the kiss devolved into a mess of teeth and tongues, bursting with desperation that practically clung to your skin. His other hand only urged the movement of your hips, grinning wickedly against your mouth as your whines reached a louder pitch.

Deftly he maneuvered you into straddling his thigh, clearly enjoying the way your eyes screwed shut feeling him flex the muscles in his leg and push upward, grinding against your clothed cunt.

"You look cute when you're trying not to cum," he teased. It made a high-pitched groan tumble from your lips but before you could utter a word back his ungloved fingers were sliding against your tongue.

Your body didn't even need to do any work, his other hand kept your hips moving at a harsh pace against his leg that made heat pool inside your belly and made your brain feel like it was suddenly made of tv static. If you had any wherewithal maybe you would've felt more ashamed of the position you were in, his fingers jammed in your mouth as your tongue worked spit over them, that same spit sliding from the corners of your mouth to drip against your chest, and the way he had you grinding on his thigh like an obscene toy.

You always thought you were so clever when it came to hiding your feelings for him but knew the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn't stiffen with fear or apprehension, no it was desire that made you turn your eyes away each time. It was such an adorably human trait, to be almost embarrassed for getting caught wanting.

None of that embarrassment was on display now, his hand barely had to guide your movements anymore and the way you sucked on his fingers went beyond pornographic. It made arousal burn in his lungs like a harsh drag from a cigarette, seeing how shamelessly you chased your own end and listening to every salacious moan and whine bounce off the shadows around you two.

Your leg muscles were screaming against the repetitive movement, your breathing coming in short gasps around his fingers and your rhythm fell off into sloppy halfhearted jerks as you felt the pressure inside your gut burst like a dam, the friction against your clit reaching its crescendo.

You grabbed his forearm in a white knuckle grip as you whined and spasmed in his lap, moaning and panting as the orgasm crested over you. Slowly your senses return, and the ache in your legs isn't strong enough to detract from how painfully aware you are of the spit coating your skin and of his smug smile as his fingers stroke along the back of your neck.

"If I had to say, I'd think you enjoy being degraded."