#alucard

i’d like to believe that Walter types like an old man (because he is one) and seras tries to help him with that issue [no alucard, it’s not that funny]

Alucard, after Luke keeps trying to impress him and claiming he’s the better vampire:

i’ve been wondering what the deal behind walter switching sides was about. why leave behind the people you trust most, the people you’ve known longer just to escape death? in the end it’s futile, we all know he would have died either way, by age or alucard’s hands

The Nazi Army coming to fight Walter and Girlycard:

“The audacity of this … bitch!”

- Integra, to Alucard at some point

pip and alucard have a competition to see who can make better pranks, and scare more people when they aren’t working

question for the fandom;; why do we call him alucard? in the subtitles of the anime, and in general by the voice actors they call him arucard. just a random thought

Any vampire who tries to outrun, fight against, or injure Alucard that is deemed enemy:

Some modern au shenanigans

commute!!

Glare

beach

“I think we finally won” ✌✨

“Throw Up the Horns!”

Every time Sypha casts a spell, I can’t help but think this.

Alucard/Adrian Tepes x black!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: This is just a soft short thing I wrote for Alucard after I finished Season 3. I wanted to love on him a bit.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), vague talk of past abuse

Ao3 saw it first!

 Alucard felt a bit guilty that you were already asleep. You were obviously not sleeping well, the covers were partially thrown off of you and you were diagonal in bed. Upon your face there was a slight frown. He ghosted over to the side of the bed and tried to smooth the wrinkle between your brows. You were soft, and it was obvious from the parts of you exposed. There wasn’t a hard edge to be easily found on your body. You’d berated him a few months ago for making you gain weight with all the food he made for you. He didn’t mind. He didn’t mind your fussing, and he didn’t mind the weight. He put a knee on the bed and you stirred. You were always a light sleeper when you fell asleep on your own.

 “Creature of the night,” you grumbled in a sleep roughened voice, “stop sneaking around.”

 “I’m not sneaking,” he argued, “I was trying not to wake you, my darling.”

 “I asked you to wake me when you came home,” you blinked your eyes open, lifting a hand to rub your eyes so you could look at him, “My sweet sweet Alucard.”

 “Oh you’re laying it on thick tonight. What do you want from me?”

 “I want you to hold me. Don’t make me out to be some kind of schemer. Is it so wrong to want my husband to hold me?”

 “Is that all you desire?”

 “Mmhm, I’m a simple woman. I want simple things. Come here,” you demanded. He loomed over you, searching your face for a moment with his golden eyes. His face was troubled, something you couldn’t quite understand. You reached your hand out slowly and watched his eyes focus on your hand and you paused.

 “Can I touch you, Alucard? I want to hold you. I won’t do anything more unless you ask me,” you murmured softly.

 He sighed before pressing his cheek against your palm, “I know. I’m heavy, you know, nearly twice your size.”

 “You are not twice my size,” you giggle, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “And I like it when you’re on top of me.”

 He raised his eyebrows at you, and he didn’t have to say a word to make you laugh at his wordless innuendo.

 “That’s not what I meant, but I do like that too.”

 “Oh I know you like that very much, my darling,” he chuckled, moving away so that his head rested against your chest and he slowly let his weight rest against you. You smiled, feeling his cheek pressed against your breast, as he wrapped his arms around you in a gentle embrace.

 “You’re lucky I love you.”

 “I am,” he breathed, “I really am.”

 You ran your fingers through his cornsilk, letting the soft golden hair fall through the spaces of your fingers, “And I’m equally lucky to be loved by you.”

 “Are you?”     

You scoffed, “ Yes, have you seen this generation of human men? They’re awful. You’re stuck with me now. I’d give you forever if you let me.”

 “I’d rather die at your side.”

 “Oh? Then we could be buried in one coffin like this, or have our ashes mixed.”

 “You’re so morbid. It suits me so well,” he turned his face to kiss your chest.

 “Go on, put your face right in the middle. I know you want to,” you encouraged.

 “At the end of the day, I am still a man,” he sighed, pushing your ample breasts together before pressing his face between them.

 “I know that much about you. And I am a woman, so if you’re not careful you’ll rile me up, and I won’t be able to sleep.”

 “Is that a threat? If so, we’ll have to work on your threats, because that sounds like a rather good time.”

 “You’re a menace,” you held him close, lifting your head so you could kiss the top of his. You met Alucard by chance. He had a soft heart despite all of his bluster and couldn’t stand to see a woman in distress. He’d saved your life that night, and perhaps the last of your hope in the world. It had begun to look like all the world was filled with cruelty and even acts of kindness were just transactional. It was a date gone terribly wrong and you didn’t like to think about it. You preferred to think about the aftermath. He visited you often, read to you when you could not keep conversation. You realized upon thinking about it, that he did not know you knew that he did that.

 “Do you remember before we were together? When you used to sit at my bedside at the hospital?”     

“I do not like to remember those times. I would drag that bastard from hell and kill him again if I could.”

 “And I would love to see it. But I mean that you used to read to me, when they thought I was unresponsive. I could hear you, Alucard. I thought that was my afterlife, the voice of an angel reading sweet poems and happy stories to me. I was content.”

 “Boring after life,” he said ruefully.

 “But I would have been happy all the same. I could listen to you read the phonebook.”     

“Do they still make phone books?”     

“I’m sure there’s one around somewhere, but that’s not the point. I like to hear you talk. You talked me away from the brink of death, and right into your bed. Silver tongue,” you said it like it was a curse but he could still hear the smile in your voice.

 “It was not my original intention.”

You snorted thinking of his words back then, “If you have nowhere else to go, my lady,” you said, mocking his voice and accent poorly, “My home is far too big for one. I saved your life, it is only right I give you aid to keep on living it.”

 “You remember that verbatim. Though your impressions still need work.”     

“I remember it because I knew at that moment I was done for. I was going to fall in love with you.”

 “Are you saying it was love at first sight?”

 “No. I just… have you ever looked at someone and known in your heart they were going to be important to you? They might not hold any meaning in that particular moment, but one day they will.”

 Alucard was quiet as he thought of his first meeting with people who turned out to be important to him. He didn’t like thinking about the past in great detail. There was so much sadness there, that it could take over if he let it. You brushed your fingers through his hair again.

 “It’s alright if you haven’t. I just knew though. You were the right kind of tragic to be able to handle me.”

 “You’re hardly a tragedy, my dear.”

 “Compared to you? I’m a comedy… but what is comedy? Isn’t it just a tragedy that hasn’t happened yet?”

 “How is that?” he asked, obviously humoring you.

 “Because even after the happily ever after, people die.”

 “Some don’t.”

 “And that’s more tragic than death.”

 “I don’t like it when you talk like that.”

 “I worry about leaving you alone, Alucard. I worry about it so much it keeps me up at night. How can I trust this cruel world to be kind to you once I’m gone? I feel so selfish making you love me when I know I can’t stay with you forever. It feels awful to know that I’ll be another tragedy in the end.”

 He took a deep breath and sat up. He fiddled with the edge of your bonnet, pulling it down over your hairline so it wouldn’t slip off in the night, “You’ll never be just another tragedy. When you pass I will mourn, but nights like these will be happy memories.”     

“And what if I’m not ready to go when it’s my time?”

 “Feel free to haunt me,” he said with a slight smile.

 “Alucard,” you complained.

 It was his turn to cradle your cheek in his hand, “We will cross the bridge of your mortality when we get to it. For now, you are young, and supple.” he tickled your stomach and grinned at the shout of laughter you let out, “And I’ve never been more in love.”

 “Don’t tickle me,” you reprimanded, trying and failing to be stern with him.

 “I apologize, my love,” he said, though he didn’t appear very sorry. There was still a small but fond smile on his lips. He cradled your face and you turned to kiss his palm, and then you held his hand so you could kiss his wrist and up his forearms. Your lips ghosted across the scars there.

 “You’re forgiven. You’re always forgiven,” you sighed, at length before opening your arms to him so he could cuddle you again.

 “Really? Because I was prepared to make it up to you,” he smiled leaning down to press his lips against yours. You hummed a happy sound as his mouth moved with yours. His tongue brushed against your own, moving in patterns you were pleasantly familiar with. He didn’t move until you pulled away to breathe.

 “You don’t have to make it up to me, you’re already forgiven.”

 “Mmhm,” he hummed absently, a clear sign he wasn’t really listening to you. In the limited light of the bedroom at night, your skin was more blue than the brown the daylight revealed to him. The soft frame of your body outlined perfectly by the white sheets. You were breathtaking. He was so fond of you it ached in his chest the way you relaxed under his touch. Your heart rate was wild, but not from fear. You were pliant in his arms as he pushed the straps of your tank top down.

 “Alucard, what are you plotting in that pretty head of yours?” you asked breathlessly as his finger continued to draw tug at the neckline of your tank top.

 “Kissing you, all of you.”

 “Oh, well no objection here. Have your way with me,” you wagged your eyebrows at him and he chuckled at your expression.

 “Have my way? That is a brave statement. I hunger for you constantly. I might not ever let you go.”

 “Is that a threat? If so, we’ll have to work on your threats.”

 “It’s a promise.”

 “Well in that case, I stand by my words. Have your way with me, Alucard,” you said just as dramatically as before. He chuckled as he pressed his lips to your shoulder then down towards your chest, before pulling your tank top over your head. His mouth was on your nipple almost immediately, with one hand worrying your other one. You arched your back to press your chest against his mouth a bit more.

 “Eager as always,” he murmured as he switched breasts, lips brushing across the soft skin between your breasts to get to the other one.

 You hummed a soft moan, unable to keep the sounds of your pleasure in, “Alucard,” you breathed as he sucked and licked at your nipple.

 He pulled away letting your breast leave his mouth with a pop, “Yes, my love?”

 “Please stop teasing me,” you carded your fingers into his hair.

 “Tease? I’m hardly a tease. I’m just indulging in your femininity.”

 “You’re infuriating.”

 “Well, I do intend to drive you mad,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice as he went back to kissing and sucking your nipple and nipping at the soft squishy flesh of your breast. You were so soft. It hit him in waves, but in this moment he felt like he was drowning in just how pliant you were in his hands. You trusted him completely, this much he knew beyond a doubt. There wasn’t a hint of tension in your body. He kissed down to your stomach, to that place where happiness made you gain weight and he was obsessed with the little pooch of your tummy and how smooth and giving you were there. Sometimes he would simply rest his cheek against your stomach and use you as a pillow when he desired to be close to you. He kissed down your body reverently as if he could spend all night doing just that. He kissed your thighs next, grabbing your under.

 “I’m going to take such good care of you, my love,” he purred as you lifted your hips so he could pull your underwear off, leaving you naked beneath him. He put one of your legs up on his shoulder and he kissed your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites towards your sex, only to skip over your sex and move on to your other thigh.

 As much as it frustrated you, the sight of Alucard between your legs was one to savor. He was so beautiful, the silver bands of light that found its way beyond both the blinds and the curtains illuminated him just enough to make out his half lidded expression, and he single minded focus to that place between your legs. He kissed your lower lips, a misplaced chaste kiss before trailing his tongue along the seam of your sex. In the next moment he spread you open to taste you. You held your breath involuntarily, feeling him settle between your legs, hooking his arms around your thighs to keep you close. He began to gently suck against your sex, wet smacking sound taking over the bedroom before you gasped raggedly from forgetting to breathe and the white hot flash of pleasure that came over you as he sucked your clit. You pushed him against you without thinking, moaning as you rolled your hips against his tongue. He moaned against you following the movement of your hips so that he was always in contact with your sex.

 It was intense, but making love with Alucard was always intense because it was making love. He wasn’t simply fucking you to scratch an itch. You knew that he touched you this way because he loved you. He was relentless in seeking out your pleasure because he loved you, and he allowed you to touch him in this way because you were both in love. If not for that foundation you wouldn’t be nearly as sensitive.

 He slipped his middle finger inside of you, and quickly followed it up with his ring finger while he kept worrying your clit with his tongue. You were warm and wet, gushing around his fingers as you squeezed around him. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking about how good you would feel when he put his cock inside of you, and how good you always felt when the two of you were so closely connected. You cried out in ecstasy and you cried out his name. It was music to his ears, hearing you in the throes of pleasure.

 He pulled away just so he could look at you, his fingers were still inside and he crooked them just right so he would hit your g-spot every time. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you panted through your open mouth, moaning on every other exhale.

 “You’re so good for me, my love. You feel divine just like this.”

 You moaned grasping the sheets as he picked up the  speed at which his fingers thrusted into you. He was hitting that spot inside of you that made pleasure spill from between your legs and spread throughout your body. It tingled at the base of your skull, to your fingertips and toes, but it seemed to twist in your stomach. It was as if you were being wrung out to dry. It felt like he was pulling your moans out of you, you couldn’t quiet yourself if you tried.

 “That’s it. Beautiful. My sweet girl, give in to me. Let me have all of your pleasure. Let me hear you call out my name.”

 “Alucard-“ you wanted to say more but then another pulse of pleasure spread through your body.

 “Mmhm, very good. You spoil me, darling. This warm sweet cunt beckons me to it every moment of every day and you so eagerly open your legs for me. I am delightfully spoiled. And when I make you cum, I am going to fuck you so well you’ll speak to your god in tongues about me, the one who made you see paradise first.”

 “Fucking Christ, Alucard,” you breathed and his only response was to seal his mouth against your clit again and make you fall apart.Your legs shook closing around his head involuntarily as he kept sucking you. You whined, and keened kicking your foot out as the pleasure made your muscles spasm. His name was mixed in a litany of half formed words and curses as you arched your back, pressing your head against the pillow underneath you. He kept a firm grip on you, so no matter how you squirmed, you could not easily escape the pleasure he wrought upon your body.

 He drew out your orgasm, enjoying the feeling of your pulsing sex against his mouth and around his fingers. He reveled in the softness of your thighs, and their warmth as they pressed against his head. All he could think about as he listened to your moans, and the wet slosh of his fingers curling inside of you to hit your spot, was just how good you were going to feel when he had his cock buried inside of you. When he was finally joined with you so intimately he knew it would feel like heaven.

 He only pulled away once the pulses of your sex weakened. He removed his fingers from you, and opened your legs so he could get up. You took a deep, relieved breath, lying bonelessly on the bed. Your legs fell on the bed, spread a bit obscenely. You didn’t have the strength to care. Besides, Alucard was pulling his shirt off. While he had long abandoned the night gowns of his time, he was still in the habit of putting on a night shirt. It was soft, made of cotton and you liked to press your face against his chest when he wore them. Either way, your eyes were glued on him as he revealed more of his body to you. He carelessly used his shirt to wipe your slick off of his mouth before he tossed it towards the dirty laundry. He was so pretty it ached in your chest to look at him sometime.

 “You’re so lucky you’re pretty because your dirty talk is wild,” you giggled, resituating yourself to better receive him.

 “You love it,” he said, snatching an unused pillow to put under your hips.

 “I do. And I love you.”

 “And I’m sure god knows all about it.”

 You snorted, thinking of how often you called to god when Alucard was giving you pleasure, “Yeah he’s probably sick of hearing about it.”      
   “Hopefully he’ll suffer it for the rest of our days,” he concluded as he hooked his thumbs into his underwear to take them off and despite seeing Alucard naked almost everyday, your brain still stalled. All intelligent thought ceased, and you were openly staring at his dick. It was pretty, for a penis, and standing at attention for you. You got the urge to ask him to put it in your mouth, but you wanted him inside of you more and he was already in position for that.

 “My eyes are up here,” he chided playfully.

 “Not interested in your eyes right now, honey,” you responded, “I’m interested in you fucking me until I can’t remember my name.”

 “… I can manage that,” he said on a shaky breath. You planted your feet on the bed, bending at the knee to do so. You held your hands out for him, desiring him closer. He moved in so that your hands could grip his hips.

 “Please, Alucard,” you said, watching as he gripped himself to guid the flushed head of his cock towards your center.

 “You don’t have to beg, my love. When have I ever made you beg for me?” He pressed into you slowly, watching the lust drunk look on your face as he filled you up. Your jaw dropped, and you let out a moan that sounded like the first note of a beautiful song.  He moaned, as well, letting his head lull back as your walls hugged him, wet and warm with arousal.

 “You are so perfect, my love. I could be with you like this for eternity.” He admitted as he rolled his neck, stretching out all of the tension so that he could relax and truly enjoy you. His hands slid across your thighs, to your hips and then up to your stomach, rubbing your smooth skin.

 “Alucard,” you breathed, grasping one of his wrists. His eyes were closed, golden hair falling into his face a bit. When you called his name his eyes opened, half-lidded and lust drunk. His pupils were so dilated there was but a thin ring of gold, like the sight of a total eclipse. He realized what you wanted almost immediately, and he intertwined his fingers with yours before pressing the back of your hand against the bed.

 “Aren’t you sweet?” he purred, looming over you and you put your free hand on his cheek.

 “Get on with it, Alucard, I have somewhere to be in the morning.” Your words were softened by the smile on your  face and he chuckled, turning to kiss your wrist.

 “As you wish.”

 He pulled almost all the way out of you before snapping his hips forward. You gasped, hand slipping down to the back of his neck, pulling him down towards you. He let you, lowering down until his skin was pressed against your, still rocking his hips slow and hard. His forehead rested against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him closer to you. He groaned before pressing his mouth to yours, keeping up his pace all the while. He swallowed all of your moans, kissing you in a passionate dance of teeth and tongue. Breathing one another in so deeply he could taste you in the back of his throat. Your whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts, the head of his cock hitting the end of you every time. It was too much and still not enough at the same time, and you held his hand tighter, and pulled him closer to you. You were never fully satisfied unless you were overwhelmed by him.

 Before long you had to turn away to get a full breath, his mouth against yours was relentless and the gasps of air you got between kisses was not enough to sate the burning in your lungs, to allow you to fully express the tight knot of pleasure pulling tighter and tighter with every passing moment. It felt like he was pulling you apart, and pushing you together simultaneously. The tension could only be expressed by your harsh shouts to god, curses, and the reverent call of his name.

 The rhythmic wet slap of your coupling was truly obscene, and it was one of the many reasons you were flushed, but more than that, there was the sharp point of Alucard’s teeth, testing your flesh. If he desired to drink from you he would ask. He was simply enjoying the bouquet without partaking in the wine. He was too caught up in you to think about blood. He was too busy speaking sweet nothings in your ear between his own groans of pleasure, calls to god, and bitter curses for the time he spent not joined with you. He couldn’t help himself from kissing you, it was the only way to express the overflowing feeling in his chest, spilling forth with affection for you and your softness, and the way you held him to your body like you never wanted to let go. He loved you, and he felt that love reflected back at him tenfold. It was all he could do to bask in his own pleasure and increase yours tenfold in return.

 He pulled out of you only to push you on to your stomach. The pillow under you kept your hips up but you still planted your knees in the mattress to give him better access and he accepted the invitation. He pressed inside of you, rubbing down from your ass to your hips, up your waist, and all the way to your arms, so he could hold both of your hands. Pressing his palms to the backs of your hands and intertwining your fingers once more. He kissed the back of your neck and then your cheek as you turned your head to the side. He focused on making love to you, making you feel just how much he cared for you with more pleasure than you could possibly handle.

 Your whole body was sweating, a light sheen from the way arousal made you flush. You were going to cum soon, you could feel it coiled tight in the pit of your stomach. Every thrust in resonated through your whole body, from your toes to the back of your tongue. It felt… divine. Your lovemaking never felt like a sin. It always felt like heaven. You muffled your moans in to the pillow. However, Alucard only allowed so much of that before he was hauling you up on your knees. Your back pressed against your front as he continued moving inside of you. One of his hands held your throat. It was not a threat, or even in a bid to choke you, he was simply holding you, making your head lull back against him so he could easily speak in your ear. His other hand was drawing quick circles on your clit.

 “I want to hear you,” he purred in your ear. His voice was breathy as his own release fluttered at the peripherals of his mind. He was going to cum but he wanted you to cum again first. You whined for him at that.

 He continued in your ear, “I want you to cum again. Can you do that for me, my love? I want to feel your cunt squeeze like the fucking vice it is. Won’t you give me that much? Won’t you give your Alucard this pleasure?”

 “Yes, yes, Alucard, yes,” you chanted as you felt your stomach drop, like you were on the first descent of a rollercoaster and your pleasure hit you all at once. It felt like diving into the deepest pool from the highest diving board. You fell, and you fell and then you hit the water and you were      still    falling. Your body curled in and Alucard followed you down, letting you fall on the mattress again, as his own strength failed and exceeded him at the same time. He gripped your hip, keeping the two of you joined, but he could not keep you against him. Your sex pulsed with tight contractions that made his hips stutter in their steady pace. His teeth snapped together as he let out a low growling moan that simmered into gasps and reverent moans as he fucked you through it.

 You could hear him calling your name, feel the moment his forehead fell to the middle of your shoulder blades. He hunched over you, whispering prayers into your skin and kissing your spine as his hips pushed forward firmly. Pushing the moans from you that were guttural and raw. He came with a loud gasp before littering kisses wherever his mouth fell. You could feel him so distinctly, the blossoming warmth of his cum inside of you, and the way he throbbed as he spilled his seed.

 “You are better than the Garden of Eden. I’m sure of it,” he groaned, as he stayed lying on top of you.

 “I love you,” you said dreamily, turning your head to try to look at him. He was a bit close but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to kiss him.

 “I love you with every fiber of my being.” He was silent for a moment and then he chuckled to himself, “Still going somewhere tomorrow?”

 “Obviously not.” You laughed, before pecking his lips again. The two of you stayed like that awhile until Alucard was ready to get up. He picked you up and took you to the bathroom so the two of you could shower and then sit in a bath for a bit. You fell asleep in the bath, something He didn’t mind. He enjoyed the feeling of you in his arms. However, when the water began to get cold, he collected you up, wrapped you in a fluffy towel and deposited you on the chaise lounge in the bedroom so he could change the bedding. By the time he put you in bed you’d roused enough to open your arms to him, and hold him to your chest. That’s how you slept, wrapped in one another’s embrace. Never alone, even in rest.

~

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herushingu:

… he be a showoff like that

twerkles-the-cat:

has this been done yet

integra-sama:

Alucard: I would kill entire armies to satisfy you.

Integra: Could just be a normal boyfriend, and get me flowers or something but go off I guess.