Hellsing Fics To Be Continued

Off-Label Sharingan Emotional Smut

Madara is a visual man, as I've said before. Often, he believes he sees the world too clearly and finds it an ugly place, but when it comes to you, his eyes are truly a blessing.

Scenario of what it's like for Madara and his fem!S/O to make love when his Sharingan is active, inspired by my Madara Sharingan HC

Warnings: NSFW, emotional porn, "inappropriate" use of Sharingan, creampie, facial Words: 689

You peered through your desirous haze at the crimson irises staring intently back at you. You thought by now, you should have been used to Madara's prolonged looks that meticulously captured every detail about you. It was like he saw through you. You shuddered with arousal as you were read and memorized like a favourite novel.

He shoved hard again and held himself there, his tip pushing against the back corner of your pussy, kissed by your walls and cervix.

Your eyes squeezed shut before rolling back. He could make out the muscles around your lips that pulled them into a thin line forming a pout. He predicted you were going to wrinkle your nose, furrow your eyebrows, and gasp next. You did. Gods, you were beautiful. He pulled back and hilted himself with force once more, needing to see you make that face again. And indulge him you did.

Madara groaned, his vision so acute he could see the nearly imperceptible glistening of sweat over your forehead, capture the quick pulse at your jugular and your twitching fingers with clarity. You reached for his face like he knew you were going to, so he dipped his head to meet you halfway, nuzzling his cheek into your begging palm. He knew every swirl of the fingerprints he loved, the patterns of your hands imprinted in his mind's eye.

His sight captured every faint line gracing your features, ones no one else would see, each line that surrounded your lips, nose, and eyes reminding him of your radiant smiles directed solely at him. The finest hairs on your skin that didn't register against his touch stood out to his eyes. Each tiny freckle scattered across your cheeks was visible, down to the variable shades of colour within the same spot, and the lustrous sheen of your hair was so glossy it looked like silk.

You were a feast for his eyes in every way. He would never understand when you fretted over one feature or another. You were even sillier when you attempted to conceal yourself from him because "he saw too clearly."

You did not possess his visual prowess, for you were not an Uchiha, though he should make you one. Still, you wouldn't understand the perfection that was your corporeal form. Never see what he sees. His heart warmed when you kept holding his gaze, your body open to him in complete trust and surrender. He knew from the tensing of your legs and the miniscule flickering of groin muscles what you were going to do next. He was close too.

You were still staring into his Sharingan, creating your own memories about those fiery glowing orbs, those doting eyes, when the pattern shifted. Commas bled into each other and spokes appeared in triplet. He caressed your bud in circles the way he saw you do once before, when he made you touch yourself for him. Your release hit as you felt Madara's cock vibrating, then liquid heat seeping from your connection. The pattern was spinning.

You came again, your folds embracing him as Madara emptied himself once more in your addictive pussy where he belonged.

You came again, quivering walls convulsing around his dick erratically. He rumbled deeply, the feral craving to claim you again possessing his animal brain. He pulled out against your whines of disapproval, ribbons of semen spraying from his shaft and falling to your chest and abdomen. As soon as you realized what he intended, your stunning face hungered for more. He could visualize the moisture that surrounded each taste bud as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for him, the pink flesh inviting him for more. Mine.

You came again. Oh? This time your hands clutched his hard biceps, your squealing sounding to the heavens as you bared your throat to Madara, grinding your hips on his to take him deeper. Madara held onto his orgasm for you until yours was completed. He withdrew, coming to a crouch over your chest as he aimed higher. Warm cum splashed until he had your pretty face covered, marked as his. MINE.

this took me too much work. i hate it

me: I'm going to write a fic to my own entertainment

also me, writing said fic:

So I had this hilarious idea for a predator. What if a hunter went to hunt on Earth and came back to surprise everyone with his “new pet”. Dude proceeds to show off an Opossum that just hisses at everyone. 😭 He thinks it’s the coolest thing ever, enjoying how something so small can be full of so much rage.

“What the hell is that?”

“This here is a ‘possum’. Behold it’s rage!”

Possum hisses when someone tries to pet it.

“Good boy! I shall name him, Little Warrior.” 🥹😀

Everyone else: 😐🤨

Sorry to bother you. Haha

No bother at all! That was an excellent idea!

All welcome Little Warrior!

Canadian Madara AU 🍁

@al-hekima-madara-blog: Can we have AU headcanon Madara as a North american guy? Maybe with japanese ancestry. I just wonder what type of job he would do, his hobbies, food preferences ect ect... Typical American boy😋

Of course I can write this! Thank you for this ask. It was fun! Madara will be Canadian here because that’s hilarious for me to write:

Speaks like a good Canadian boy: says “Eh” and “sorry” a lot even when it’s something minor and he isn’t at fault

Madara lives in Northern Canada away from other people in an igloo. He rides a moose to work

He dresses like a lumberjack (plaid shirt and jeans) and drinks maple syrup shots

Just kidding! You should have realized I was trolling the moment I said Madara apologizes a lot. And moose and igloos don’t exist in the same place. By the way, the English translations I’ve read don’t sound particularly Canadian to me for Madara. If anyone knows of the post highlighting how he sounds Canadian, please let me know! I’d love to read it!

But of course Madara can be Canadian because a Canadian can look and sound like anyone, including someone with Japanese heritage

Madara is exceptionally proud of his Japanese background, especially in a country with a smaller Japanese community than the other East Asian nationalities he is often mistaken for

His home contains a variety of Japanese items, such as katanas displayed on the walls, tatami mats, and byobu (folding screens with panels decorated with paintings and/or calligraphy). He owns several yukatas and kimonos

As much as he loves traditional Japanese food, he likes trying food from other cultures. He is spoiled for choices in his part of the country, but he most strongly prefers cuisines that aren’t too heavy

He is fluent in Japanese, French, and probably Mandarin and enjoys reading classical works in these languages in addition to English. He makes a point to occasionally speak in Japanese to his Japanese peers to maintain his language skills

Madara lives in the city away from the city center in a greatly overpriced mansion. However even in the suburbs, it is more densely populated than he enjoys, but he tolerates it because of its relative proximity to his job. Whenever he has a stretch of days off, he and Izuna often escape to cottage country a few hours’ drive away and engage in their outdoor hobbies. The cold doesn’t bother him

He is a black belt in karate. His other hobbies include rock climbing (especially bouldering since he appreciates the risk), archery, and Japanese calligraphy

He could be involved in the business world, but I can only vaguely hand-wave about ‘business things,’ so I’ll suggest something else I can see Madara doing that I’m familiar with instead

Madara is a thoracic surgeon (half of the ones I see are Japanese okay). He is excellent at his specialty, a perfectionist, and world renown for his surgical skill and medical knowledge. His surgeries are a work of art, but he’s a bit like an assembly line – patients in and out of his operating table. He fits the stereotypes of a surgeon too: Madara isn’t known for his bedside manners after all. He has a slight God complex due to his expertise, but even if he’s brusque, he remains adequately professional to his colleagues to avoid complaints

He actually destroys the image of the average Canadian’s polite speech patterns, which excessively contain “thank you,” “sorry,” and other hedging language. Madara doesn’t waste his time with these pointless words. Everything he says is meaningful, otherwise he wouldn’t bother speaking at all

…Madara doesn’t care about hockey…

Hope you enjoyed this little piece!

a few reminders because i’m tired and angry

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes

the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually

liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space

preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good

no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl

liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that

just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 

some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have

no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems

abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships

y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

feel free to add more

Light, pure light penetrated me. The contrast put me into haze. I didn’t recover my past sight, I increased it to a point close to enchantment. I saw the rays of light, in millions different shades of gold caressing her face in shock. When she moved her hands to cover her mouth, it was the most delicate movement I ever witnessed in my life. With a fluidity and a detail the Mangekyou Sharingan could never reached, I saw her gaze watching my previous eye in the sink, the second one on the floor, then coming back to my face. She repeated the same path two times and then she picked up what had happened. Still mesmerizing, I saw her face changing in horror and fainted. I could have catch her before her fall. But the new clarity of my sight left me absolutely stun. Everything was beyond wonder. Why did it never strike me before? Right now, in the bathroom floor she was so beautiful, so beautiful…

Madara Golden Age, Chapter 1 : Prologue

Alucard x Reader, maybe?

A Night for Hunting Ch. 23 –The Art of War

C/W: 18+, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, medical horror, unethical experimentation, implied torture, coercion, gynecological trauma, unwanted object insertion, Captain, Doctor, Millennium. This chapter features real war crimes perpetrated by Nazi doctors. I don't think I am overly gratuitous compared to how much detail I could include, but I guess that assertion is subjective. I'll warn anyways, just in case: Dead Dove Do Not Eat WC: 4013 Happy Halloween 🎃! It's getting chilly up here!

Short excerpt under the cut

The sheer brightness of a real black sky far from civilization took away some of the gloom. The biting chill was a welcome reminder that you were still alive. The blustery gusts blasted through the tangled strands of your hair – it was kind of hard to breathe. Through the diamond dust that speckled the stygian darkness bursting through the haze of the galaxy, you found the Guiding Star. You joined imaginary lines between shining dots, wondering if he was looking at the same stars too. 

Again you hugged yourself, recalling the times he thrilled over catching you in the courtyard where you'd lie in the grass together and watch the stars. He told you fantastic tales of the gods that the constellations were named for. Then he'd guide you home.

Alucard, where are you?

At times, it felt like he was near in your mind. Closing your eyes, you let the memories lead you back to him.

What a foolish exercise for a beginner like you. You weren't even sure if the sparkling satellite you were staring at was Polaris or if you were only making up the pattern of Ursa Minor, but you had to believe the Guiding Star was there.

It was the way of kings. He was like a shining star that guided your path through the darkness – a star of wayfinding. 

Memories. They were all you had of him. All alone in the moonlight, its cleansing light washed away the adversity and purged the corruption that stained your skin. 

Please come… (I will wait here for you)...

The humble thought was held as a votive prayer.

~To be Continued~

Ch.24: Gossamer Dreams

I've never read Claymore or anything, but I think it does monster character design better than most manga, or even just, monster media in general, particularly the female monster designs.

not female, but a girlboss nonetheless