#hellsing ultimate x reader

"I know you're not sleeping." He watches your eyes flicker open, big doe eyes watching him from beneath long lashes and his mouth curls at the corners, his head lowering just enough for his lips to brush against the curve of your cheek, "But you're getting better."

Sharp fangs catch on the skin of your jaw, tracing along the curve before he's shifting, hands planting themselves on either side of your pillow, his knees digging into the mattress and dimpling the orderly covers.

And the scent of rotted blood, smoke and leather clings to him in a way that's achingly familiar to you.

"Did you miss me, priestess?" Alucard croons, the sharp ball of his nose brushing against your pulse, the sound of your blood rushing makes him harder than he cares to admit.

"Don't call me that." Your eyes narrow, and the soft, almost reverent expression slips from your expression, and all that's left, is the unpleasant bitterness of having a life of celibacy, prayer and unflattered robes forced on you. "You know my name."

"I do," he hums, his voice a low, and throaty purr that makes you melt just a bit more, "but nothing gets me harder than ruining your evening."

Alucard pushes himself up with ease, before he's shedding his coat, the heaviness of it staggering as he tosses it at the end of the bed, a sleeve over your ankle and it's an uncomfortable heft.

"Why's your jacket so fucking heavy?" You grumble, before you're shifting and wriggling, pulling your feet just a bit closer as Alucard plants himself right atop your belly, thighs parted and dark pants stretching taut across thickly corded muscles.

"It's the weight of having ultimate control over your own life." He retorts. "You wouldn't like it."

Your expression sours even further, upper lip curling in distaste at the jab, and you're folding your arms over your chest, eyes hardened into a glare. And he grins, wolfishly, before he's leaning forward, back arched like a cat as he hovers over you. The ball of his nose brushing against yours.

"I'm teasing. I too, am an indentured servant." He pauses. "Although, you have it far worse than I do. It's remarkable that you haven't just..." He trails off, bringing up hand with two extended digits, pointing at his temple and his brows raise in tune with the quiet explosion sound he makes, before he's back to grinning, watching you like you're the most fascinating thing to him.

"If you're gonna try to talk me into suicide, it's not gonna work." You deadpan, and he hums, raising a perfectly formed brow. "Not even if I do a little dance?"

And you scoff. "I know the kind of dances your people did and I'm not interested."

"What kind of dances did we do, little dove?"

"The Boney M. kind."

Alucard pauses for a moment, before he brushes his tongue over his teeth, pearly white canines catching the pale strips of moonlight that creep through the crack between your curtains. "I don't know what that is, but I can assure you, my people weren't doing 'Boney M' dances."

But he clears his throat. "But I digress, I am here to free you of your enslavement via," he pauses, leaning forward and his weight presses you into the mattress, broad body shrouding you in shadow and you catch the glint in his eyes. Crimson rings stretched taut around dilated pupils, and his pointed tongue pushes out from between his lips, laving across the soft skin of your throat, and he purrs, "deflowering."

The word sends a shiver down your spine, and your brain feels like it's melting. And words die in your throat, the only sign that you heard what he said, being the way heat creeps up your neck and plants itself on the apples of your cheeks.

And he hums, breath brushing along your throat.

You're thinking hard. Really hard.

The life of a priestess isn't an easy one. Trials and tribulations, celibacy, waking up before dawn and being forbidden from interaction with the opposite sex, all in hopes of having a guaranteed place of heaven. A place where Alucard definitely wouldn't be.

"Priestess," he calls to you sweetly, his voice a low sound that makes the backs of your knees sweat, "let me be your salvation."

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You've never noticed how much bigger Alucard is than you, until you watch the way the length of his tongue spans along the the entirely length of your cunt, all the way up to where your clit's nestled between soft velvet folds, and he's peering up at you through long lashes.

Giving you one, slow lick and your thighs tremble, instinctively shutting around his head and he smiles against your flesh.

His hands cradle your thighs, fingertips dimpling the softness and he shifts, the ball of his nose nudging against your clit before he's pulling your legs apart. And you're spread, lewdly and your breath dies in your throat when those plush lips suck folds into his mouth.

And your brows furrow and pinch.

"Oh my God..." Your voice cracks and he's purring, the sound causing a low vibration to snake up your spine and your toes curl in your socks.

"No, priestess." His tongue drags between your folds. "I'm your God right now."

Your fingers are tangling in those inky strands, pushing them back and out of his face, and for the first time, you're catching the flecks of gold that adorn his iris, and his lashes flutter, a shaky breath escaping him as his tongue traces infinities over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

And your nails dig into his scalp and he groans.

His hips roll against the lumped up covers beneath him, his stomach pressed against the mattress and he's crowding you. You have your upper back pressed against the ornate headboard, your fingers are in his hair and the sweet and musky taste of your cunt clings to Alucard's buds. And he's ready to bet his life that he's never been this at peace.

"Pull my hair—" Alucard gasps when you comply a bit too eagerly, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his hips grinding against your mattress, the friction of his pants doing little to soothe the way he's leaking precum like a faucet.

One of his hands slip from your thighs, and he's lifting his head, his teeth catching the fabric covering one of his fingertips before he's pulling his hand free in one fluid movement.

But his hand goes from one prison into another, as a long, pale finger pushes past your gummy walls, and he feels the way your legs shake.

He knows you'd be moaning louder if you didn't have your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you'd be writhing more if you didn't have a fear that the bed springs would squeak too loud and that guards would storm in.

Alucard crooks his invading digit, fingertips pressing against that spongy spot and he hears the exhale that leaves your lips, soft and loud, heavy and light all at once.

And you breath heavy, murmuring weakly, "Mmm...—hah— right there..."

"Right there?" He repeats, before another finger is pushing into you, and he revels in the lewd squelch of your cunt around his digits, slick trickling down his hand as his tongue laps at your clit, his chin glossed over and his eyes half-lidded.

The burn isn't like anything you've experienced before. It's not like when you got curious and tried, only to quit halfway because your wrist began to ache. Alucard's fingers are longer than yours, thicker, stronger. He's fucking into you slow, fingers curling and crooking, all while he sucks your clit, and he moans.

"You're so pretty like this." He coos, voice soft and quiet, his lips never detaching from where they're wrapped around the sensitive and overstimulated bundle of nerves.

You're shaking. Your knees are sweaty and it feels like the room's boiling around you.

But holy fuck, you're so close and it's so intense.

Heat blossoms in your belly, right behind your navel and your fingers twist in his hair.

"Come in my mouth, gorgeous..." He coaxes you into a messy climax, hands pulling at his obsidian tresses, trying to push him away and pull him closer as your hips buck up against his face, eyes squeezing shut and ears burning.

Waves of euphoria crash and break against your body, skin prickling and nipples pebbling beneath the soft cotton of your nightie and you moan.

Soft, quiet and it completely does him in.

His tongue dragging over your slit, his fingers pulling out only for him to bring his hand up to your mouth, and he watches you. He watches you like a predator, slow blinks and dilating pupils, and he groans when your lips wrap around his fingers.

And you can taste yourself on his fingers, your hands coming up to grasp his wrist, thumbs pressing against where his pulse should be as you suck slowly.

Your tongue pressed against his calloused fingertips, working between his fingers and tracing along his knuckles and he can feel the way his cock twitches at the way you moan when he dips his head back down, and his tongue drags back between your puffy folds before he pushes himself up, his fingers still between your lips, making you feel the way they ghost the back of your throat.

And he's pulling them out of your mouth, his chest heaving and a mewl dies in his throat when silvery light catches the string of saliva that connects from your bottom lip, to his fingers.

His lips spread into a wide grin before he's leaning forward, pressing his face against the curve of your neck, and you feel the way his fangs graze the sensitive skin.

"You dirty little thing." He praises you, hands moving to cradle you hips, thumbs ghosting over the skin exposed by where the cotton had ridden up. And he nips at your flesh, tongue pressed against your pulse simply to feel the thrum beneath the wet muscle.

And he's bringing a hand down, lazily undoing his buckle in one fluid moment.

"Here's your salvation," he taunts, dextrous fingers peeling down his zipper and the sound is agonizingly loud in the silence.

And your eyes widen.

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Alucard shushes you when tip's buried between your puffy lips, glossed over by saliva, precum and your slick.

"Shhh now." He chides you gently. "I wouldn't have offered of I knew you couldn't take it."

That's a lie. It's a lie and you both know it but you're not coherent enough to call him out on his bullshit.

The sensation feels like being split in two. Slowly. Painfully slowly, but it's nearly worth it when his thumb fingers purchase between your puffy folds, rubbing sweet and slow circles over your clit until your thighs are trembling. Although, they're unable to shut with the way he's hovering over you.

You sigh, though. And Alucard takes it as an opportunity to breach just a bit more, his hips pushing closer by barely an inch, and your breath stutters, head tipping back against fluffed up pillows and he coos.

"Deep breaths." He coaches you, filling his lungs ridiculously loudly, before he's exhaling, his free hand grasping your hip, and his thumb drawing pretty, languid patterns.

And you swallow.

"I will stake you." Your threat falls on deaf ears, especially when the airy laughter slips from him so easily, the dimples in his pale cheeks deepening and his hand leaves your hip, although it's simply to push those long strands out of his face.

The action shouldn't be as sexy as he makes it out to be. His pale form hovering over you, his chest broad and his abs flex with each movement he makes, biceps bulging beneath alabaster skin.

And he grins. "Not if I stake you first."

He coaxes another orgasm out of you like it's another typical deed, his breath stuttering in his lungs when he feels you spasm around him, and he groans. Quiet, barely audible before he's pushing into you.

Slowly.

Your thighs are spread over his, and he's blocking out the light of the window behind him, entirely.

"Breathe." He reminds and you glare, expression hardening although it's impossible to take you seriously when your cheeks are so warm, your eyes are brimming with tears and your cunt is squeezing him like a vice.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" You hiss at him and he hums.

"Not breathing?" He replies before he's inhaling sharply, and pushing in just another inch.

You whine.

"How much more?"

He purses his lips, crimson eyes lock on where your pussy wraps around him, half of his cock remaining exposed to the chill evening air and he sucks his teeth.

"Perhaps this is enough. For now." He suggests, before he's leaning forward, the hand on your hip moving instead to lace with your fingers, pinning one of your hands to the mattress and he presses his lips against your forehead.

"Seeing as I wouldn't want to break you." He pauses. "Well, at least not now."

Alucard pulls out of you and your tummy dips inward at the loss of contact, before he's pushing back in. He's uncharacteristically gentle, body hovering over you, his forehead against yours despite the sweat that clings to your skin, and he watches the way you take half of him from beneath fluttering lashes.

"Look at that." He whispers reverently, jaw falling slack at the way you squeeze him so tightly, tight enough that he can see the way the veins bulge beneath the surface. "Taking me like champion."

He fucks you slow, despite the way every nerve in his body is burning for him to take you. To ruin you for everyone and anyone else. But millimetre by millimetre, you're taking more.

His fingers continue to coax you towards your third orgasm, his blunt, mushroom-y tip grinding against that gooey spot that has your thighs trembling and he watches the way you gasp.

Back bowing as you're lunged towards your climax, and in the throes of your passion, he's pushing in a bit more. Grinding into you, gripping your hand like he's having a more difficult time than you are, and he's hiding his face in your neck, panting against your skin.

"You're so... —hah— fucking warm..." He groans. "So warm, so tight... Made for me... "

His brows bunch just as yours do, a burn creeping up the curve of his spine, his thighs aching and his hips itching to press against yours, but in due time.

And he swallows.

"Do you think you can take more?"

"There's more?" Your voice cracks, eyes welling up once more and with the slow cant of his hips, the droplets roll down your cheeks, and he leans forward, his tongue lapping up the rivulets, before he presses his face into your cheek. And he's smiling against your skin.

"Well not anymore." He breathes out, his skin prickling and you realise the way his hips are finally flush against yours, every inch of him pressed against you and the shakiest breath leaves you.

Something mixed between relief and fear.

"Oh my God..." You sigh shakily, before you're lacing your fingers at the nape of his neck, your lashes fluttering each time he pulls back, driving into you slow just to get you accustomed to the intrusion.

Veins drag against your gummy walls, slick pooling beneath you and soaking into the sheets, your toes twitch and he presses soft kisses against the curve of your jaw. He catches the scent of your pumping blood, life flowing through your veins and he can feel the way your heart pounds against his chest.

It's exhilarating.

Alucard guides your legs to his shoulders as soon as he can, and the gasp you let out at being folded in half has his cock twitching, pushing out a thick, creamy dollop of precum, smearing it against where he nudges your cervix. Pressing sloppy kisses with each roll of his hips.

"You're so wet..." He coos, just a bit breathless. "Such a messy little priestess..."

His hands press yours into the mattress, fingers laced between yours and he whines against your throat, cock twitching and veins pulsing beneath pale skin.

And at the meekest flutter of your cunt, he begins to pound into you, hips driving into yours with a bit ore force, fangs slowly sinking into the curve of your shoulder.

Not to feed. No. To muffle the weak moan that sounds almost like a whimper as he fucks you through your orgasm, slick forming a creamy ring at his thick base, dark trimmed hair ghost over your twitching and oversensitive clit, and your pussy clamps down on him. Puffy lips pulling him impossibly closer.

Like the fucking jaws of life.

And he moans. Weak and breathy.

Your nails dig into the backs of his hands, your calves dangle weakly against the broadness of his back, dainty feet ghosting over where lashes had lived, healed over but unforgotten.

Your breaths fan against his temple, your eyes roll back in your head and Alucard's thighs tremble.

"You'll never be truly freed... Until you've been bred."

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And hell, he devoured you whole. Every thick inch buried in your tight little pussy, and it didn't help that you were such a responsive little thing.

He thought it was endearing how every little touch made you whimper or let your skin flush. But how could it not?

He was that tall vampire gentlemen who certainly is the most powerful vampire in the world, and he chose you, of all people, he chose the modest, innocent little mouse that always brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, when she was nervous.

Turned out you were nervous around him, but for other reasons than he thought before.

And now having you like this? How delicate you just were to him.

Such a wet pussy that greeted his thick shaft, making him groan just so delightful in your ear, when he entered.

He tried to be gentle with you, for the fact that he knew he had been your first. And Alucard never took that gift of your purity lightly, cherishing and worshiping every inch of your body. 

When he pushed down on your back, and felt him sink even deeper, so his heavy balls brushed your clit, you hissed in pleasure, your face in the blanket beneath you. Struggling to open up for him, although he was so deep inside you. But this position made you feel more vurnable, as you tried to breathe through the fact that he had you at his mercy, trying to stay nice and open for him. But Alucard was not cruel, not to you. He had entered you slowly, and before that he had got you all nice and wet for him.

"And now you have just all of me inside you, such a good girl." he murmured, before he continued to thrust inside you.

And he struggled to keep control, struggled to not just take you to his liking now, giving you time to feel him, time to adjust. But you felt so deliciously tight around him.

"Alucard..." you whimpered, a moan escaping your lips after that.

You were barely able to speak with how girthy he was, but it felt good.

Slowly but surely it builds up, easing your muscles, and just then he picked up the pace.

Black silky raven hair hung in strands over his face as his crimson eyes observed your perfect body.

The way your ass bounced against his pelvis every time he thrusts inside you. The way your skin were yielding under his touch. 

 And the way you smelled, you smelled divine, your blood, your very essence, your sweet, sweet nectar of arousal between your thighs. No matter what it was, it had him whipped, with adoration and satisfaction. So utterly his, so willingly to open up for him. Getting your pussy fucked so delicious.

"Alucard, f-faster." you finally managed to choke out a word, god it was cute. A breathless moan coming out of your parted lips, and you heard him chuckle. A deep vibrating sound, making your pussy clench around him in response.

"Darling, where are your manners you always try to keep up? Ask nicely." he said, his one hand traveled down your spine back to your ass cheek, before giving it a good squeeze that made you hitch. He wanted to lure it out of you. Being a naughty little thing, wanting to corrupt you.

"Please." you pouted in frustration, slowly trying to fuck yourself just a little back into him, a nice try, but just a try before he pulled a little back, leaving you wanting.

Alucard, liked when you were brought out of your comfort zone, you wanted his dick? You wanted him to go faster? You would need so communicated it directly, not matter how much he knew you needed it. So patient with his girl.

"I fear you need to recall your plea a little more direct, tell me exactly what you want from me, my sweet." his voice rich and dark, making you feel weak, making you feel like a dark mist was settling in your mind, your pussy throbbing. As you then tried to support yourself on your hands when you tried to look just a little bit over your shoulder. You struggled to say it, and he loved it...

"Please, take me faster. I want it so bad, please, Sir." you begged, and your sweet voice like a ringing in his ear, making him pause indeed for a moment. Leaning over you. 

Still his cock seated inside your wet heat, pulsing with need and fluttered around him. And you called him Sir, you always did that before you two were even a thing. You were always such so polite, never forgot your manners, until now.

So innocent, but when he looked at you, the way your eyes watched him, so lewd suddenly, your pretty lips parting with a gasp. His chiseled, strong chest pressed against your back as he leaned over. The other cold hand of him coming to brush a strand of hair tenderly out of your face.

"So innocent, and yet begging so filthy for a cock inside you." he stated with a smirk, making you blush. "But I give you what you want, little one. You deserve it either way." he added, kissing your temple before he would just give you the meanest thrust ever.

And when he picked up his speed, oh it had you moaning, you couldn't keep it in any longer. His dick always hit that spongy part inside you, making you shudder.

You were just so lost, eyes rolling back as you were simply a little mess, your juices flowing out of you, because it was such so good, the way he fucked you, so good it had you drooling.

"So, oh...sooo good." you gave from you, hands grabbing the sheets tighter and your cheek pressed against the soft fabric, until you noticed how a hand of him wrapped around your neck.

Grabbing your tender throat, he had feasted before. Smearing the last leaking remnants from his bite marks over your skin, pulling on your neck, making you lift your head.

Free hand settled on the place where thigh and hip were meeting, fingers digging into your soft flesh.   

Alucard leaned over, his breath so hot against your ear, choking you oh, so gently with such a little amount of strength he had inside him. Such a fragile thing you were, but you looked so alluring, all helpless and wanting underneath him. Giving him everything so willingly.

His raven hair tickled your cheek, feeling how his nose brushed against your face.

"You feel so divine wrapped around me, like as if you would be a sin personified." he whispered, before you heard a deep growl.

He didn't slow down, of course not, not when he had you literally crossed eyed and your cunt drooling down his cock.

"You have such a sinful cunt, don't you, my dear." he cooed, as if he would tell you how much he loved you, but in truth he was rearranged your insides. And these cute little 'oh's' you let out, these pants of short breath.

How your breath hitched when his balls hit your puffy clit, you couldn't help yourself now, just moving into him, wanting to please him, as you always wanted.

So lovely, and so alluring. Alone your blood, it tasted like a rich, sweet wine to him, he would want to get drunk on it. But the way your wet pussy was grabbing him now? He couldn't decide what was even better.

Alone, the way he sounded so calm but spoke so dirty.

"Answer, little one. Want to hear your sweet voice." he urged you loving. It amused him to a certain degree, to hear you trying to speak in complete sentences, although your pussy was stuffed full of him.  

 And since he pounded you into oblivion, you couldn't even think about how embarrassing it might be for you.

"I am only sinful for you." you replied with that pretty moan that followed, when you felt how that one prominent vein dragged along your inner walls.

"Oh indeed you are, no wonder you tempt me always like this. Your smell, the way you look, the way you care about me, your taste. All of you were made to..." he started speaking before he gave you a particular deep stroke, making your body now jolt.

"...to fucking tempt me." he added then, before his hand let go of your throat. It was like the wolf devoured the innocent lamb.

"Oh god...ohhh." you whimpered with that long and deep thrust, feeling that knot inside you. The hot feeling of butterflies in your tummy when he was doing that.

"God can't hear you when you are with me, little one. Not that you would need a god, when you have me." he snickered, and you earned another deep stroke. Both hands now on your hips.

And then, then he started to pound into your cute, little cunt, having your keen and babble about how much you loved him.

Alucards head fell back, just feeling you now, so hot and warm, and yet your pussy so tender and grabbing him like a vice.

"So perfect..." he groaned, his own cock pulsing with the need of release, your pussy way too good, than to stop.

"So pure and sweet..." he added, when he heard your cute little confessions all over again, like it would be a hymn just existing for him, that only can be sang from you.

And you felt the need to cum, grew so strong you couldn't even hold it anymore.

"Gonna....gonna cum." you let out, and he gave a sharp smack on your ass, leaving a red printed mark on it, stroking over the spot with his cold hand to soothe it, and this had you tumbling over the edge. Pussy milking him, for everything you wanted him to give you, for every sweet, salty drop of his white, pearly cum. 

Tongue lolling out as you arched your back even deeper and wanting to have him cum so, so deep inside you.

The way you pushed your pussy against his dick, the way you squeezed him just so perfectly. Alucards fingers dug into your soft skin, holding you tight in the spot. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you before he shoots, loads and loads of thick cum inside you. Muscles tensing and flexing. A sexy moan when he came left his lips, his fangs peaking out, you made him always just so hungry, no matter what you give him.

"You did so great, my love. You took me so well." he praised you, with a strained voice, fighting the urge to just keep thrusting. Not wanting to overwhelm his sweet mouse.

After a moment of basking in the afterglow, he pulled out, watching how some drops of cum trickled down your pussy lips and thighs. His thumb coming up just to smear it over your still sensitive parts. He liked this cute little shudder.

Then he wrapped his two arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace, no matter how dirty he would fuck you, he would want you to know he adored you. You were the queen of his heart, and Alucard never would be a man to hide this fact from you when it was utterly true.

After you caught your breath, you were finally able to speak. Usually you were a clever, young lady, always knowing what to say and what not. But when it was the moment he sunk his dick inside you? You were lucky, when you would be able to remember your name.

"This was...quiet likeable. I mean, I thought it would be a little too much, but when are we having the next round?" you asked, shy but adorable with the curiosity in your eyes. The old vampire chuckled, and a smile tugged on his lips.

Even before you’re married you’ll be considered the dame of the house, anyone who doesn’t know you personally should refer to you as such, she doesn’t force you to take her last name, but her title is non-negotiable.

Being around you she’ll feel much more free to shop, she’s typically very conservative with her spending, and shopping feels to frivolous for the Hellsing head, but that discipline goes out the window when her wife is around

she loves to buy you little surprise gifts, whenever she sees something you’d like or hear about something you want she im buys it and keeps it in her office. It makes her giddy to have gifts for you.

She has a habit of waiting to give them until a while after she’s gotten them for you, she’ll buy you something and then wait until the two of you are about to go on a date, or if she’s had a bad day to give it to you.

If it’s a date she’ll present you with a small box, her lips already twitching up into a grin, giving you a watch or a necklace or something to match something she’s already wearing before you go out, 

or if she’s had a bad day, she’ll calmly present you with something she heard you mention wanting about a week ago, all so she can bask in your reaction to receiving something you wanted. It calms her after a long day of corralling Alucard and Seras and filling out paper work to keep her estate running.

She likes getting you high quality things that will last, handmade leather gloves with the Hellsing insignia for the dreary British winters,

I’m sorry but you are never having an original outfit ever again, she loves matching jewelry already but after your complementary wedding rings, and outfits? It’s over. She likes matching so much that she buys almost everything that there’s a matching set of some kind for, even if it’s not her style she wants to match, your necklaces all match her watches and your earrings match her cufflinks, she says that it’s proper, as a married couple, but she just thinks it’s cute and that’s the whole of it.

She’s very fond of vintage designs and you both wear her families heirloom jewelry, she insists that you have some that are considered yours, from both her family collection and custom made suited to your tastes.

Integra isn’t great at public displays of affection, and she’ll reject any of your attempts if the feel too egregious to her, but she will hold your waist or at least your hand whenever you were in public, she likes leading you by your hand or waist , and she especially likes if you lean into her when she holds you.

Also, She doesn’t particularly like dancing, and didn’t do it much before you got together, but ever since you got together she’s made it a point to learn the basics of every kind close partner dance, so you never dance with anyone but her at parties, she’ll be jealous if you try to, with little exception.

She also doesn’t like you leaning on or being carried by others, Alucard and Seras should bring you to her, no reason for them to be cradling her wife when she has two perfectly good arms.

I think I’ve said this before but she’s a very clingy sleeper, I’m not going to elaborate because I feel like i always writes about it but you’re going to surrender your personal space in bed and let her hold you like a wife shaped stuffed animal, a small price to pay imo.

if you’re lucky, she’ll put you in a gentle headlock in your sleep, or unlucky, I guess if you’re not an insane freak… but you probably are tbh

you were so warm; a wet, little heater pressed between his icy bare flesh and the cool glass of the window that stood taller than you. the moon was out, unencumbered by a cloudy night, and poured silvery glows over the way your breasts smashed against the glass.

“Someone will see…” you whisper— and your breath fogs the window in a small semicircle around where your cheek and lips are kissing it. “Someone will see me—“

“And?” Alucard laughs again, amused by your sudden shyness. the curve of his devilish grin smears along the side of your jaw, careening over your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Someone might look up and see this, yes. In fact, I’m almost certain they will. And they will see you, writhing and pinned, with my fingers toying your pretty, human cunt.” it’s a hiss of promise, and his other hand slips around your waist and over your belly, straight to your core. your legs spread wider, even as you balance on your tip-toes, allowing him access to your sex. the pads of his fore and ring finger plant themselves against your folds to spread them, exposing your throbbing bud for his middle finger to flick slowly at, relishing in the way you jerk and jump with each pass of pressure. “No one here will be surprised to find us like this, my dear. After all, were you not appointed to this very position by the Organization itself?”

“Well, yes, but—“

“‘But…’” he repeats the word with a taunting lilt. he purses his lips, kissing your neck with startling gentleness. “You’re a modest, little thing, and you don’t want your peers to look down on you, right?” sheepishly, you tilt your head and allow him better access, subtly nodding in response to his question as you do so. “Is a soldier looked down upon for killing?” he poses the question, his middle finger pressing against your clit like a pulsing button, and you let out a soft gasp.

“N—no—“

“A painter, for painting?”

“Nuh uh…” it was getting difficult to answer him, the pressure hard as he rubs the bundle, and his long, sharp nails pet and scrape at your slick, threatening to slice your skin. they don’t, as they’re attached to svelte fingers, but the thought still sends a shiver creeping up your spine.