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autumnaaltonen · 1 year

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Could you do NSFW headcanons of welcome home sex, for lack of a better term, with reader after one or both of them has been apart due to a lengthy mission/assignment?

My parents have put a Carrie Underwood Christmas Album on the Chromecast, so writing this with "Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee" in the background is definetly not a vibe 😂 I hope you're okay with an androngynous reader for this one, since there was no specification. I'll let everyone have a piece of this mans. First request! So it's lengthy lol.

Rating: M

WARNINGS: nsfw (obvs), pain-play, oral (receiving), penetration.

you had both been apart for well over a month, Alucard's recent missions sending him all over the island, and your own work requiring several weeks in the USA.

to say Alucard was "agitated" after the first couple days without you would be an understatement. Most of the time, he had the leisure of bringing you along on missions for logistical supervision, as well as to help give Seras moral support when she became overwhelmed by the violence and her Master's pushy manner of tutoring.

But this time, mans was strictly business with no pleasure the entire time he knew you were continents away from him. It unsettled Seras to see her Master so anxious to finish work with a punctual timestamp, rather than taking his time and embracing the chaos of shooting down ghouls and impaling whatever vamp had the balls to upend an entire innocent community.

In short, Alucard wanted you back ASAP. Not just for the knowledge that you were home safe and in his arms, but because your mere presence had become such a vital part of his daily patterns, and disturbing this schedule greatly put him on edge.

After 5 weeks, your paths finally aligned again at Hellsing Manor. You shivered knowing what was waiting for you when you entered your and Alucard's shared domain in the basement, giddy with excitement to be in his loving embrace again.

By the time you had reached your shared dwelling, every ember of light had been shut out. You couldn't even see your own hand in front your face.

You knew the game your beloved was playing, and acted dumb as you fumbled around to find a light source.

You knew exactly where you were going, having been living in this dreary dungeon with the world's most fearsome creature for a long while, but Alucard enjoyed it when you acted like a little lost lamb. It triggered the hunter in him, and you were more than prepared to be devoured.

You finally feel the distinct plushness against your thighs of the bed you had moved down here, more so for your own comfort than Alucard's.

You lay down on the bed with a sigh, sore from the long flight and tired from the jet-lag, but you knew that your day was nowhere near over.

Out of nowhere, a familiar weight materializes itself on top of you. A head falls on your chest, arms wrap tightly around your middle, and a muscular frame squishes your lower half into the mattress like a weighted blanket. Once upon a time his little jump scare startled you, but now it was an expected and welcome surprise.

Your arms automatically embrace your lover, grabbing handfuls of his coat, while your legs wrap around his waist like a koala. You hold him as tight as you possibly can while inhaling the familiar scent of his hair. Smokey ash and sulphurous from gun fire, your favourite.

Alucard's chest rumbles deeply in appreciation of your embrace before reaching his hands upwards, grabbing both your wrists from around him, and pinning them above your head atop the pillows.

You exhale out of satisfaction with being restrained by him, your safe place, trapped under him and defenceless to his will.

A heavy and open-mouthed kiss is forced against your lips, which you return with fervour. It's slow, but messy, filled with longing and relief to be back together again, where you belong.

You pull away for a breath, to which he whispers, "Mi-ai lipsit, dragostea mea."

"I can tell," you laugh. Big mistake.

You hear him scoff before diving back in, tongue headier and far more assertive, reminding you of your place. He then delves into the crux of your neck, biting down firmly, fangless, but hard enough to make you moan out in pain and bliss. His pelvis digs into your own, grinding against you, where you feel the hard ordeal in his pants. It makes you ache with longing, regretting your sass that has ultimately lengthened the teasing that he was already prepared to serve. You attempt to remove your wrists from his grasp as you push your crotch against him, but he's quick to pull away, the grip on your hands holding tighter to the point where it stung.

"I'm sorry, dearest, m'sorry," you gasp, "I've missed you so much, I just miss playing with you and pushing your buttons. You know how much I love your laugh—please." You beg, as he grinds into you again, appreciative of your loving words.

You feel him kiss up the side of your neck to under your ear, before trailing along your cheeks, on both your eyelids, and then finally back to your lips. To return it with fervour, before he replies "I know, dragostea mea, I'm here now."

An invisible force keeps your wrists bound above your head, whether it be one of Alucard's familiars or your own hypnotized submissiveness to his will you don't know, as Alucard sits up and begins stripping you of your clothes.

As desperate as he is to have you here and now, you've chastised him one too many times for destroying your garments in his fits of passion, so he's careful to not tug too hard on the seams, while still testing the limits of the fabric.

By the time you are finally bare before him, you don't even have a moment to shiver from the chill of the basement before he's on you again.

He hands, his tongue, they're everywhere. He ravishes you like a last meal, pulling you by your legs to force you against him as he squeezes, fondles and bites. You're in pure bliss, loving the mixture of quick pain and fervent pleasure. Return-home sex was always messy with Alucard, and there is not a spot on you, he leaves bare from his touch.

"Alu—please, w-want-" you stutter out, unable to find a coherent sentence in your vocabulary. Usually he would continue to tease you, he loves pushing your buttons too, but it's been far too long a wait, and he was growing just as impatient.

He kisses you again, pecked and loving, "M-am gandit la tine toata ziua," he says against your lips, before you feel a gust in the air and a tickling against your skin, indicating the dematerialization of his clothing.

He dips between your legs quickly, his long black hair tickling your inner thighs as you try not to twitch away. His long and warm tongue is delving inside you in an instant, laving heavily as to prepare you for him. His arm holds your hip down automatically, knowing you could never keep back your movements when he was down on you. It fills him with pride, knowing he is the only being who ever gets to grant you such pleasures, and he devours you with satisfaction, missing the taste of your essence on his tongue.

You nearly scream from the intensity of his mouth on you, breathing heavily and tears streaming down your cheeks. He growls in appreciation of your noises, sending a satisfying vibration into you.

Once he feels you are wet enough, he finally seats his hips between yours as you feel the familiar and long awaited pressure of him entering you, hard as steel and thick as the barrels of his guns. Despite his preparing you, it's always a tight fit, not that either of you were complaining.

Finally, joined as one, Alucard lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to rut against you with zeal, careful to not overdo it with his vampiric strength and harm you, but just enough to feel the pleasurable squeeze of his intrusion every time he pulls out and slams back into you with a slick smack.

You're all over the place at this point, the invisible grip on your wrists gone, allowing you to palm and scratch Alucard's firm chest and stomach.

His moans and groans are hellish noises that sound like your own personal salvation, deep and unholy. You can barely make a sound at this point, whatever noises coming up your throat die with every thrust.

Like every homecoming, you lose count of how many times the both of you release that night, always ending with you sticky, shivering and glued to Alucard's chest as he covers you with his coat and keeps you close for warmth. He swears it's the last time he will be away from you for so long, but duty always calls you apart again eventually.

At least the wait is always worth it.

#alucard #hellsing #alucard x reader #hellsing ultimate

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jackwolfes · 2 years

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wesper 32!

yes, good 😂

mad scientist / model

“Jesus, this place is weird.”

Wylan startles hard enough that his elbow knocks against something at his back that clinks.

“Shit,” he whispers, turning a bit too fast to check that no glass has shattered. He really does not need a repeat of last week. He shudders, remembering the lingering scent of burnt plastic and sulphur that had hung around for days. “Hello?” he calls, stepping out from the twisting mess of tubes and glass vials propped up on metal stands.

The sight that greets him when he’s left standing in the centre of his lab baffles him.

Right in the centre of the room, beneath the tall windows that reach towards the sky, next to the mess of chalkboard calculations and stacks of metal shavings, is a man that Wylan does not know.

It’s confusing enough that he stops still, left to just– stare.

Wylan isn’t entirely sure what to do in this sort of situation.

There’s a man – not in proper lab safe gear, but Wylan’s goggles are still shoved up his forehead to keep his hair out of his eyes, so he can’t talk. It’s a man, and he’s not dressed in any personal protective equipment, and he is gorgeous. It’s boiling hot outside, and certainly sweltering inside, but that can’t be an excuse for how much bare skin is on show. An undone button up shirt, jeans that are more rips than denim, fucking fishnet tights.

Wylan definitely isn’t sure what to do in this sort of situation.

But he comes back to himself in just enough time to see the man has started fidgeting with all of the things he has laid out and he has processes that won’t stay neat if some stranger starts messing with them. He also has gunpowder for fireworks and nitrate and magnesium and he really does not need a fire and–

“Don’t touch that!”

The man jumps about a foot in the air, and Wylan feels his stomach seize with panic at the thought of his meticulous experiments – and he knows it looks a mess, but he has a process – getting ruined by some clumsy stranger. God, he can’t stand the thought of going through yet another insurance claim.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs. He has his hand pressed to his chest, but he sends him a gleaming smile that makes Wylan go weak at the knees.

“Please set that down,” Wylan says, not caring if he sounds strained.

The man raises his hands, looking like he’s giving in. He sets the vial down gently back on the table where he found it, but Wylan frowns, anxiety biting at his heels with enough fervour that he has to go correct the placement so the vial won’t roll off the side of a table and cause a fire.

He sighs.

Dear God.

“Can I help you?” he says, slowly.

The man beams at him.

“So, funny story,” he says. Wylan has more than a few doubts that it will be. “We’re doing a shoot around the corner–”

“A shoot?”

“A photoshoot, you know, like– listen, don’t interrupt me.” Wylan shuts his mouth, still so fucking baffled. He starts for the experiment he’d been working on, knowing the man will follow him, at the very least to turn off his bunsen burner. He also has a sinking feeling that this man is going to talk for hours. “So, we’re doing a shoot, and I’m told it’s my turn to get coffee, so when I head down the road towards where I swear I saw a cafe–”

“And ended up in my laboratory?”

“I’m getting there, sweet thing,” he teases.

Great. Now Wylan is blushing.

The man laughs like he can tell, but waves it off. Wylan isn’t sure whether or not he should be thankful.

“The point is, I got distracted trying to take a picture of some of the cool murals on the side of your warehouse wall– and can I just say, warehouse science lab? Very good vibes, I’m a big fan.”

“I really don’t think–”

“But I came inside looking for some stairs to get on the roof–”

“My roof?”

“Yes, darling, keep up,” he says, “But I heard noise and– here I am.”

“Right,” Wylan says, slowly. The man smiles, looking a bit too proud of himself. Wylan is almost certain he’s still flushing. “Here you are.”

“Here I am,” he says again. “Now. Where are your stairs?”

Christ, Wylan thinks, I’m never going to finish this fucking project.

“Follow me,” he sighs.

It’s worth it to see the bright smile on his face.

#asks #anon #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #soc

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