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#vampire hunter d x reader
shattersstar · 1 year
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pairing: vampire x reader
summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.
warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)
a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated
It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.
He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.
He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.
He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.
It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.
Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.
“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.
He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—
His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.
He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.
“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.
“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.
“I have missed you.”
“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”
“I know.”
“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.
“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”
“I want to see it when I come over again.”
“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.
“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.
“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”
“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.
“Soon.”
“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.
He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.
It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.
Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.
He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.
Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.
He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?
“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.
It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.
“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.
“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”
“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.
And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.
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spinningwebsandtales · 6 months
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Imagine Helping D After He Loses Control Of His Vampire Side
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Vampire Hunter D X FemReader
Rating: T+
Warnings: Mentions of blood, terror, reader gets a cut, suggestive themes
Word Count: 744
(A/N:) Hello lovelies and Happy Halloween! With this I end my Halloween imagine journey! I have had a blast once again with keeping this tradition and I feel like going out with another D imagine is fitting! I hope you all have enjoyed these stories as much as I have writing them! I have some imagines in the works that I think y'all will enjoy! Keep an eye out as I want to get them posted ASAP! But until then happy reading and have a safe Halloween! ~Countess
No one could imagine D being anything more than the stoic man he always seemed. But you on the other hand had seen his other side. It wasn't often but it did happen, rarely. You weren't expecting him to lose himself to the vampire side, but without rest from the sun in so long and going without food, D became weak. You had accidentally cut yourself and it wasn't that bad of a wound. But the sight and smell of your blood had D trembling in moments. The sun glaring down, weakening him further. Before you could realize his state, you were pinned down into the sand. D's shadow looming over you, his vampiric features hidden in the shadows of his face. Inside he was fighting hard to control himself, he never wanted to hurt you but he couldn't control his Noble side at this time.
He leaned forward, you almost screamed at the horrific twisted features of the man you love. He was the most handsome man normally, with gorgeous features that could make anyone jealous. Those had been replaced by the wickedness of his Noble blood. You squished yourself further into the sand trying to keep yourself from moving too quickly, afraid that any sudden movement would trigger him into a frenzy. The elongated fangs bared at your throat, you were sure he was about to tear into your jugular vein, when you finally gained the courage to try and ease him down from his loss of control. Slowly moving your hand, you cupped his cheek. D hissed, red eyes penetrating you as he only saw his next meal.
"It's okay," you whispered while trailing your hand down his cheek to his neck. Your other hand you placed on the back of his head as you stroked his beautiful hair. You eased him downward, knowing that you were putting yourself at great risk by bringing him closer to your neck and the sweet sound of your blood flowing through your veins. D stiffened, fighting back as you tried to bring him down. Finally he let himself go, collapsing by your side. His armor bit into your skin but you made no protest. He was trembling fiercely while growls came from his throat.
"You can fight it D," you soothed him. Continuing to hold and pet him, you kissed his cheek, causing him to flinch. "You're weak. You haven't rested. I should have been more careful."
Once D felt like he could control himself enough, he took your wrist, gazing at the culprit that made him lose control. A thin line in the skin of your finger and a trickle of blood. You watched anxiously as D brought your digit to his mouth. He kissed the skin tenderly before flicking his tongue across your injury. Your blood was sweet and it made him moan. You blushed deeply as D lavished your wounded finger with loving attention.
After several moments of silence D finally rose, lifting himself from you. Once he was back on his feet, he offered you a hand, helping you from the sand. He started to dig, knowing he could no longer go further in his journey until he rested. You helped him and when he was finally buried enough, you kept watch so he could recover.
At dark you looked at your finger in the flickering firelight the ghost of his gentle licks caressing your skin. You grinned shyly, catching a glimpse of the vampire hunter. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You couldn't deny you found him handsome and you couldn't deny that you harbored feelings for him. You wanted to be there for him, to show him that humans weren't so cruel. Maybe one day he would be accepted, but if not he would have you. You slowly shut your eyes the day finally catching up to you. Moments later D emerged from the shadows and sat down beside you. He stroked your cheek before covering you with his cape. He almost hurt you today and he felt immense guilt because of it. But unlike any other you stood before him and faced the side he hated with a bravery no one but you could possess. He was grateful and he didn't want to think of not having you. You mumbled tiredly and D arose so you could sleep peacefully, but like always he would be close and he would always be watching out for you.
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dutchess-of-fear · 7 months
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Hello 👋 can you please write relationship headcanons for Alucard (Hellsing) and D (vampire hunter d) with a immortal witch female reader? And reader is a very sweet and kind person, like, total opposite of them? Thank you ❤️
Why yes I'll will! I hope you enjoy this headcanon 🥰🥰
Alucard & D with a kind immortal witch
Alucard
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• you work with Hellsing organisations, you were quite a powerful witch in the organisations, and your boyfriend was Alucard
• you were dating Alucard for centuries to which you are just as old as Alucard
• people are quite confused by your relationship cause you are both polar opposite
• you were so bubbly and filled with joy and colour, while Alucard just sits around with a scowl and sips his blood wine
• you remember one time that you managed to make a blood cupcake for him to have which he was so touched by it
• tickle fights with him which cracks a smile from him
D (Vampire Hunter D)
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• you travel with D and aid him whenever you need to, your a healing witch and you always try to take great care for him
• on you are on break on your travels you just love to dance around the grass and pick some of the flowers
• D would watch from a shade of a tree, he holds a small smile,
• D isn't as bubbly and colourful as you but he loves your personality very much
• you walk up to him and place a small flower Crown upon his head, he looked up and smiled
• you kiss upon his cheek before skipping back to the field and enjoy all things of nature
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May I?
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Note: First of all, I want to apologize to @okaywwaitwhat (if it's you who send the request) because I lived under the impression that I've posted your request and now as I've scrolled through my blog it was nowhere to be found. So again, sorry if you thought I forgot about you. Even with delay, I hope you nejoy it 😅
Second, I don't know who this beatiful piece of artwork belongs to, but Tumblr ran out of decent vhd gifs, so...
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prompt no. 14 “You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it.”
prompt no. 19 “Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.”
D watched your hands sliding over the blade of the sword. Its handle rested in one of your palms while the other ran an oil-soaked cloth over it. The task was performed with almost religious reverence. Your eyes were trained on the blade so you didn’t notice D watching your every move. How you acquired the Blade of Alucard was still a mystery to him. However, he did not ask you how the sword found its way into your hands, and neither he told you about its origins. That fact still burned at the pit of his stomach, but he knew he made a good decision at leaving it in your care. After all, you needed a suitable weapon to defend yourself with when traveling with him.
„Zippy? Can you hand me the other rag? The dry one.“ You extend your arm towards him without raising your eyes from the sword.
Ah, the nickname you gave him. He remembers how you decided on it like it was yesterday. You insisted he gave you his real name, thinking it was some sort of nickname. When he told you that’s all he’s ever been called, you frowned and told him one letter is not a name and he should have a real one. Shortly after, you came up with the cheeky title Zippy. D wasn’t sure it was even a word. Just another one of your peculiarities. The teasing nickname stuck and now whenever he hears it, he accepts it as his second name.
His name was another thing you’ve claimed as your own. Before he met you, he was just a test subject D, but now he was Zippy. Despite himself, D found a sense of pride in it, no matter how silly the name was. A year ago, he would be annoyed if you’d called him that. Now he felt a strange warmth every time he heard it. There was no use to fight it. You’ve wormed yourself inside the vampire hunter’s heart and there was no coming back, not that D wanted to return to his old, lonely days. Human lifespans are so short, they are like the blink of an eye compared ti his. He wants to cherish the time he has with you while he still can. To hear his name spill from your lips again and again.
„D? Don’t be a slacker.“
The hunter’s shoulders jerked. He got so lost in the thoughts of you, his hands remained still in your burlap. With warmth on his cheeks, he pulled the cloth out of the bag and handed it to you. He made sure your fingers brushed, running the pads of his fingers over your palm, much warmer than his. D noticed he’s been doing that often lately. Finding all the smallest ways and excuses to touch you. At first, he tried to justify these actions to himself as well.
The space is too small, he can’t help it. He told himself as he pressed closer to you in a cleft of a mountain you’ve hidden. Your pulse needs to be checked often, you are sick. He told himself as he held your hand while you were sleeping away the illness. He needs to make sure the breastplate fits you perfectly. He told himself as he ran his hands over your arms and sides. So on and so on. And you, sweet and ignorant you, are so assured he could never, ever see you romantically, or anyone for that matter, that you let him do whatever he wished.
His latest temerity resurfaced when training you in swordsmanship. Unbeknownst to you, he showed you all the tricks and stances taught to him by the Great Ancestor himself. You were a quick learner, and D was proud of your progress. As he guided your hands into a proper position, D put his hands over your hips as he told you to go looser in the knees. Then, he use one of his legs to spread yours more apart. By the time he realized what he was doing, you were already looking at him with bewilderment in your eyes. Ugh. The shame.
„There! All done. What do you think?“ Thankfully, you ripped him from his flustered musings. D lifted his head from behind the dark curtain of his hair and inspected you closely. You were holding the golden sword in front of you with the utmost delicacy, the blade glinting in the autumn sun. Each nook and crevice was expertly polished and D nodded with a pleased hum. He would never think that a playful trickster like you would take your sword fighting lessons and the artillery maintenance this seriously.
„D, you’re smiling.“ He could hear the laughter in your voice. The vampire hunter winced, he hadn’t realized that a small smile was forming on his face. D looked away in embarrassment. You don’t need to make a deal out o fit. „Nonsense.“ The more he denied it, the more he felt his mouth twitching. „You smiled! I saw it, so there’s no denying it.“ You set down the sword and crawl on all four toward him. Meanwhile, D crawling backward to escape your inquiry. That effort was quickly squished down when his back was met with a stone wall. Before he had a chance to roll sideways, you slid between his knees and brought your wide grin toward his face. Your happiness was contagious, so D gave up on trying to fight it, and closed his eyes whilst letting a small smile form on his lips. Truly, you live to tease him, don’t you?
„Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.“
When he opened his eyes in surprise, you had this soft, warm look instead of your usual cheek. Your face was so close, you were radiating life and warmth and life like the sun itself. And just like the sun, you had the ability to bring him to his knees. The vampire hunter was so lost in the depth of your eyes that he hadn’t even noticed one of his hands inching towards your face. You noticed it sooner than him but were so shocked that you kept still. The moment is akin to wild deer making its way toward you. Slowly, D’s knuckles slid across your cheek, a whisper of a touch, while he haven’t taken his eyes from yours.
The only movement on your body was the wild beating of your heart, which was thumping so fiercely against your chest that you suspected it wants to jump out of your chest and into D’s arms. Painfully slowly you raised your hand and grasped the dhampir’s one still resting on your face, simply clutching his appendages with your smaller ones, keeping your eyes trained on his.
The first one to snap out of this weird trance was D. He jerked his hand away as if it burned him and stood up.
„Ahem- That’ll be enough training for today. Get some rest, I’ll keep watch.“
Without waiting for your answer, the hunter put the hat on his head and stomped away. All you could do was watch him as millions of thoughts swirled inside your head. Did that really just happen??
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chosos-gothica · 9 months
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Hi, so since the requests are open, could I plz request a D fic with cockwarming 👉👈
I gotcha anon! Ngl this made me want to write D in a historic Wild West AU for some reason
Sorry it’s a bit short 🖤
Contains: P in V, D/S dynamics, D being a lil mean, cockwarming, reader cries.
MDNI 🔞
•Queued songs•
Happy house - Souxie and the banshees
Stripped - Depeche Mode
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“Don’t move.” He drawled.
Your shallow breaths follow his words, “D please I said I’m sorry.” sighing into his neck.
“Your begging needs some work.”
His gloved hands ghosted along your spine, you couldn’t help shivering under the worn leather. Your knees dug into the stiff bed. Stretching the muscles of your inner thigh when you fully settle on his wide lap.
“Say exactly what you did and maybe you can move.”
You whimper but immediately do as told. But it was too much. His dick throbbing gently in you, his hot cum slowly leaking out from your earlier punishment, his hypnotizing voice. You hiccup as you begin to sob. “I was flirting with guys at the saloon right in front of you.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks. Your cry makes your cunt clench suddenly, earning a surprised hiss from D.
He shifted his hips into a more comfortable position before he hummed affirmatively. both his hands gently rested on your hips.
“Look at my face while you ride me.”
You lift your head sluggishly, sniffling. You lift your hips slowly. Beginning a gentle pace while looking into the dhampirs void like eyes.
“Stop crying, you’re getting the attention you wanted.”
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MDNI 🔞
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fortune-fool02 · 1 year
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Meier Link: Charlotte come back, please, I need you. Come back.
Me:
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bookwormgamerweeb · 4 months
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Vampire Hunter D x Reader
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Chapter 2: Creature
It has been a few days since the sheriff incident, I have been walking a couple of miles and I haven't seen the strange man at all , I wonder why he saved me then desepeared he must have had other motives.
I walk through different errain like forests and empty plains,"I would kill for a horse right know"I announce, louder than I expected.
The sun begins to set and I am quick to find a place to camp, I sit on dry grass next to a little pond, the area was like a green desert.Grabbing dry pieces of wood it takes me a few minutes to light a spark but I am able to, there seems to be fish I'm the water so I grab what seems to be a small cod fish then cutting it and cooking then eating bones and all.
Afrer my fishy dinner I sit silently and listen to the crackle of the fire and sound of the creatures of the night, I slowly begin to dose off until SILENCE . . . . normally I would be happy for there to be no noise but there seems to something more sinister going on.
I slowly get to my feet surveying the area watching every shadow until SWOOSH a figure runs past me "Show yourself", I scream the hairs on my neck standing . . . .SWOOSH again it runs past me I feel it brush against my back,"I know your there", fear for the first time creeping up in my voice, again nothing replied dread started to fill me 'this was no normal monster' I thought.
SUDDENTLY I felt the need to move to leave this area so ofcourse I do running towards the forest trying to get as far away from this CREATURE as I can.
I run and I run until my legs give up, I finally fall to the ground . . . "Who are you"
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Another short one BUT. Atleast it has better punctuation byeeeeeeeeee
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Am I able to ask about a Yandere vampire Hunter D? What is he like as a Yandere, how far is he willing to go. Will he hunt a darling down if they where to escape, will he go berserk if they were to evade him?! Ahh so many possibilities and I hope you have fun with this one if you do it! Also, have a good one Chief!
Hello, sorry for take so long. Studies and block and things. I hope you are fine too, Pal. And thank you, i really have my fun in this.
--- I don't know if you're smart or a suicidal idiot --- the young woman looked at the bartender with genuine confusion as she drank some water --- but, what I am sure of, is that when he feels you're in danger… he will prove to you that all your running away was just a game.
--- He's not like that, D doesn't enjoy it --- not to defend the one who held you captive, not even to justify it, but the reality is what it is. Even if we wanted it to be otherwise --- Besides, he doesn't know where I am.
--- Girl, we're talking about a hunter --- commented the bartender --- and more about that hunter who hunts his own. The illusion he has created to make you think you have an advantage… makes me feel sorry for you.
Harsh words, yet they were true. And the truth, sooner or later, always catches up with you.
--- Speaking of the boyfriend, look at him there he is --- the young woman looked at the bartender with a certain resignation and curiosity. How much shit had he seen and gone through to be so calm, talking as if it were about mundane matters? The cyborg horse stood out in the distance, a black figure in a beautiful meadow that the window made it all look like a strange painting --- You can run, but the night is cruel.
--- You seem to know a lot about vampires.
--- I lost my daughter to one of them. She killed herself, all because immortality has a rare tendency to preserve what must perish. His loneliness makes him love what death can touch, a tragedy not only for the pair in question but for everyone around him --- the man commented with a lump in his throat. The girl watched as the poor man held back the urge to cry --- If I didn't have someone else, a very young son, believe me I would not leave you at the mercy of the hunter.
--- So… I never had a chance?
I hope you like it
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vampyrcigs · 3 months
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spinningwebsandtales · 6 months
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Imagine D Saving You From A Group Of Vampires
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Vampire Hunter D X FemReader
Rating: T+
Warnings: Terror, violence
Word Count: 1k
(A/N:) Thank you for asking for more Vampire Hunter D content @bookwormgamerweeb I've been looking to write more about him but ideas have alluded me until now! I do have a second idea so keep an eye out for it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess
Everyone told you to get somewhere safe before the night falls. You had heard it through every town you passed through. The vampires stalk the night, make sure you're in the next town before the sun sets, don't get caught out in the desert at sundown, ect ect. You had planned to be in the next town, but life liked to screw you over as your only mode of transportation laid in the sand, unwilling to go anymore and the sun began to fall behind the sandy dunes. You sucked in a breath, trying to calm your trembling form. Your doom seemed to stretch before you as the sun slowly disappeared, leaving you alone in the suffocating dark. The first unholy screech made you duck, trying to cover yourself in a feeble attempt at protection.
Huddling against a rock, trying to keep your back safe. Darkness quickly over took you and no matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn't penetrate the shadows surrounding you. The warmth of the day quickly left and despite the remaining heat in the rock radiating into your back, the terror was seeping the warmth from your body. You could hear sand rolling down the dunes, quick footsteps echoing through the dark. Your breath began to come in pants no matter how hard you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Death was coming and it was in the forms of gaping mouths full of fangs glimmering in the waning moonlight.
Surrounded by gleaming red eyes, you closed your eyes ready for the end. You had no weapons that could take down any of the Nobility. You sat there, unable to do anything against them. You felt their presence leaning over you, feel the breath upon your fragile neck. When screams pierced the sky around you. Opening one eye you spotted wooden needles sticking out from your attackers' necks. Scrambling further away you caught a glimpse of a larger shadow making it's way towards you. A gorgeous, black clad man sitting upon a cyborg horse and a longsword strapped to his back. You sucked in a breath, rubbing at your eyes sure that what you were beholding was nothing but an illusion. You couldn't move due to the shock until this mysterious stranger got between you and your attackers who were still struggling to pull the needles from their flesh. He unsheathed the sword taking their heads in one fell swoop. The Nobility gave one last piercing shriek before they finally fell silent. Without a word the stranger offered his hand and you took it with no questions.
Clinging tightly to his back upon his horse, you buried your face into his cape trying to calm your trembling.
"Thank you," your teeth chattered.
He nodded the dull thuds of the cyborg horse's hooves the only sound in the darkness. You didn't know how long you both rode together before he pulled his horse to a stop. Dismounting he helped you from the steed's back and placed you back on your own feet. He didn't release you until he knew you wouldn't fall over. The adrenaline had worn off a long time ago and now all you felt was exhaustion. Your rescuer silently gathered sticks for a small fire and you set about to help him. Moments later there was a small crackling fire before you both. You didn't seem so afraid now with a light penetrating the cold dark. Now you could see the man who saved you even clearer and the moonlight could not do his beauty justice. He caught you staring and you tried to look away quickly.
"Why were you out in the dark," he finally spoke his voice a soothing deep melody.
"My transportation crapped out on me," you replied huddling closer to the fire as the thoughts of those monsters so close to killing you reemerged. "I had no choice."
"Good thing I came across you."
You nodded, hugging your knees to your chest. "I guess I owe you now?"
He waved a hand, refusing to look up from the fire.
"I don't have much money but if you can take me to the next town I can give you what little I have left," you spoke after several silent moments.
"I'll take you. I'm heading there myself so you owe me nothing."
Though he was trying to get a wall to talk, you could tell this stranger wasn't a horrible bloodthirsty man you were used to coming across.
"Thank you," you replied. "What do I call you?"
"D."
You gave him your name, but his looks and demeanor were giving you pause. You had seen so many hunters in your time and none of them were as skilled, powerful, or handsome as this one. You had heard of Nobility having offspring with humans, but it was rare. Was it possible your savior was a Dhampir?
"This may be too personal and you don't have to answer." You swallowed. "Are you a Dhampir?"
He looked away. the only thing that gave him away as nervous was a small twitch of his hands. Humans were cruel to Dhampirs. No matter their disposition. You didn't agree with people such as them, everyone deserved a chance no matter their species. Even some Nobility could cause good things, if they wanted to.
"Yes," he whispered.
You rose from the fire and made your way to his side, before you plopped back down in the sand. You stuck out your hand causing him to glance leerily at your outstretched hand. D finally took it giving it a gentle squeeze.
"It's nice to meet you," you smiled while giving his hand a shake.
Despite rescuing you, you really liked D. How anyone could be cruel to such a man you would never know. And despite the surrounding dangers lurking in the shadows you fell asleep and rested peacefully around the fire. As long as you had D around you felt like nothing could come in front of your goals. D watched you with curiosity, he hadn't met someone like you in a long time and it made him feel refreshed. Maybe there was hope for humanity after all as he felt your skin still tingling on his hand. He kept an eye on the surroundings ready for a new day to come and to see what laid before him.
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dutchess-of-fear · 7 months
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Bewitching Love
A story of D and his witch, just a little story, I don't know if anyone still reads or writes vampire hunter d, anyway if you want to request of a story you can ask me!
D x Reader (Vampire hunter d)
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Being a hunter is a lonely job, but a hunter that is a vampire is even more lonelier,
D, a mysterious hunter that is a Dhampire, hunts his own kind, for reasons unknown but with his presence around, it had brought peace to the town for as long he was there, but though he is pledge a hero,
They still treat him as a vampire of the night, D simply ignores there harsh words for without him, this town would be run by vampires of every kind, and though he is feared just like any vampire a woman with such beauty and grace has be banished for witchcraft.
D had seen her countless of times in the city, her beauty captivated him, he could never take his eyes of her, as he sneak round not to be spotted as he watch her gracefully wander the town, laughing with the children, every time she would smile, warm course through his heart with feelings he thought he would never have felt,
He had always want to go up and speak to her but he could never.
He watches with gritted teeth as the villagers banished her out of the village, she stumbled out and away from what was once her home, now gone forever from her very eyes,
He followed her slowly as he observed the surroundings as she walked through the darkness forest of the night, she stopped for a moment and she quickly glance over to where D had stood, he realised she knew he was watching her, that he was watching over her.
D stood frozen waiting for her reaction but what she did baffled D, she smiled at him, his heart began to warm and he couldn't help but return the smile to her, that's how their relationship had began, was a simple smile,
D and the witch love grew and grew the more they are together, whenever he had wounds from battle, she was there to patch him up,
When they both walked side by side the same village that excelled her all stood in gasped of shook and surprise to see that very woman looking healthy and beside the vampire hunter.
In each night when D return, passions of love envelope them two as they express their love in physical ways that illuminate in the moonlight, laying completely bare with just a blanket to cover themselves as they softly caress each other, basking in the sweet afterglow of their beautiful way of expressing their love for each other.
Later on at midnight D turned around and see his love was standing next to the window with a spare blanket to cover herself, he called to her gently as she turned around and looked at her sweet lover laying in their shared bed,
"What are you doing up in this time of night?" She giggled softly as D began to feel that sweet warm feeling in his heart again,
"Basking in the beautiful moon that is out tonight darling" even as she spoke she was as if a sweet angel that came down from heaven, D got up not caring to get a blanket for modesty,
He wrapped his arms around her small waist as she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes enjoying the moment of being in the arms of her lover,
"You look so beautiful in the moonight my witch" he kiss her check gently, before kissing down to her neck finding that sweet spot she loves so much,
"and so do you my dearest Dhampire" he pulled away when she turned her body around to face him, she placed her hand on his pale cheek,
He leaned into her touch looking into his lovers eyes, either it was all because she may had put a spell on him or whether he just fallen in love by chance he love her so much,
"Marry me?" He said with such confidence as she smiled with such joy,
"yes! A thousand times yes" D smiled with happiness as she wrapped her arms around him, dropping the blanket that covered onto the floor.
As they began to passionately kissed each other with such love and passion for each other.
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I appreciate the way you write for D and Alucard Tepes so much it is unreal! I saw your prompt list and I’d love it if you’d be fine with writing how each or either of them kiss and how they like to be kissed. They both deserve so much good, and when I have the time I’ll come back to check out the rest of your prompt list(s)!!!!
Hello anon 🖐️ It makes me really happy you liked them! I've already wrote this prompt with Alucard, it's right here. As for D, I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you'll like it 😘 They both deserve all the love. My ask box is alway open and I love receiving messages like these. Definitely send some more requests my way, beautiful.
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He caught himself staring at your lips more times than he’d like to admit. After meeting, the vampire hunter was privy to emotions that he never felt before. Jealousy, nervousness, lust, longing. He was threading an unknown waters and he didn’t like i tone bit. You were too distracting, yet he can’t bring himself to push you away. You tempt him in all the ways imaginable and the most infuriating thing is you don’t even realize it.
First one to initiate is you, naturally. He’s too…shy. Unsure of what to do and how to do it. You say he spends too much time in his head, contemplating everything for too long. He says that you jump into everything head first and ask questions later. He’s never more grateful for this trait of yours as he is now.
The careful, slow brush of your lips is almost too much to handle.You’re both frozen for a moment, but then thankfully, you tilt your head and press another sweet kiss to his trembling lips, this time you stay there longer. D forces himself to stop thinking and just feel, and do whatever feels right. He kisses you back. Cold, pale lips caressing yours. He tilts his head in opposite direction and his hair cascades down his shoulder like a black curtain. One if his hands finds its way to your face, fingers holding your cheek until they slide to your hair. He listens to the little sound you make in the back of your throat. Warmth spreading from his chest to the rest of his being.
You are the one who always initiates the kiss on the lips. He’s always in awe that you’ll so readily envelop in a kiss mouth that hides a razor sharp fangs. D is always so careful not to point them out. Speaking softly and quietly as to not show them, seeking privacy when feeding, trying his hardest not to by overcome by his beastly instincts. But you, oh you, you were never afraid of them. Nor his red glowing eyes or his inhuman growls and hisses in the face of danger. You press your lips against them, tongue licking into his mouth, searching for them while he tries to fight desperate groan  thrumming in his throat.
While he is hesitant to kiss your mouth, the rest of you is not safe from his adoration. D revels in those heartfelt moment when he reuniets with you. He brings you closer to his chest as he presses a small kiss on your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. The slow, deliberate press of his mouth against your temple when he has to leave to the places you can’t follow. A quiet promise of his return.
The vampire hunter won’t verbally express his desire to be intimate with you. He doesn’t need to. He pours all of his passions into that one kiss on your neck, and just so his intentions are clear he places another one here, and another one. Gently pulling your head to the side to shower the expanse between your ear and shoulder with affection.
He places one secret kiss over your underbelly or the inside of your thigh as one last innocent adoration before diving between your legs and showing your the full expanse of his love for you. Or that kiss on your ankle accompanied by a possessive nip of his fangs as he holds your legs over his head? Don’t worry darling, that’s just little something to remember him by while he’s away…
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I’m a sucker for love triangles and I would love for Meier Link to kidnap D’s so because he fell in love with them and D goes on a journey to bring them back.
Aww! That's so cute! I imagine D would struggle to express emotion but when it comes to his beloved, he would go to the ends of Hell for them.
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bookwormgamerweeb · 4 months
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Vampire Hunter D x Female Reader
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Chapter 1 : Runaway
''Stop''.yelled the sheriff, guns out and shooting in my direction but im too fast for them and easily dodge all the bullets.I swiftly maneuver past all the confused bystanders, the towns crooked buildings feel as though they are purposely trying to block my way out of this horrid town sand easily getting in my face.''get her''raged the sheriff i just turn and grin all teeth showing,''try and catch me''.
I pick up my pace when I see the edge of the town. I begin to turn my head to look behind me but i stop halfway to see a man staring at me, not to be cliche or anything but he was not like other weirdos who stare, he looked almost super natural.He had long black hair, pale skin, he wore a big hat and a large black cape that covers most of his body,next to him was a large black horse which stared at me with the same amount of intensity.We lock eyes,I don't look away until swoosh my legs trip over a gray rock popping out of the ground, I land face first into the ground with lots of sand getting so much sand up my nose.
''Well that's embarrassing''. I mumble to myself, horses are quick to surround me kicking up more dust this time landing in my mouth, ''Hey watch it'' I grunted coughing out sand ''you deserve worse you wrench'',I look up to see a man standing behind the horses showing me the finger ''I dont even know you'' I reply. I stagger up trying to get back up on my feet,l look up to be faced to face with the barrel of the sheriffs gun,''We don't need whores like you in our society'', before i could do anything I hear screams then suddenly i'm lifted up into strong arms.I face my savior and it's the same supernatural man, the horse speeds up as the sheriffs horses approach, I am quick to grab onto him trying my best not to fall off the horse.  
When we finally got as far away as we could get from the town I quickly get out of the man's vice grip and jump of the still moving horse, he stops his horse in front of me ''I didn't need your help you know'' I exclaimed my back towards me as i dust off the sand off my clothes,''you seemed as though you needed help''. His voice came out monotone and deep, I turn to face him ''well thank you but i must be going''I stated before turning and walking in a different direction not knowing where i'm going to go but just somewhere that is faraway from that town, I feel his gaze on me but when I turn around he's not there.
''Why is it always the hot ones who are creepy . .''
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srry for it being short but now i know wats actually gonna go next and for the bad punctuation . . . byeeeeeee
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I’ve noticed that you write for Vampire Hunter D and I was wondering if you could do a gunslinger reader that travels with him? And they are not at all bothered by his good looks, and they keep him at arms length. Hardly speaking unless spoken to and gruff and straight to the point? Maybe some romantic yanderish tendencies on D’s end if that is ok.
Enjoy, and thanks for ask.
--- And what do you think of D? --- the young woman looked at Miss Doris, frowning slightly in confusion at the blonde's sudden question.
--- Uhm, that he' s good at his job? --- the truth was that the gunslinger didn't know exactly what to say about her… companion. I mean, they weren't even partners per se; sometimes they met and went to the same place (like right now) --- Are you satisfied with the answer? --- It wasn't the first time a person would complain about how she responded, so (to have more customers) she would ask in case she had to clarify further.
--- I didn't mean that, I mean, I don't doubt it; but…. --- Doris reflexively watched as Dan followed the dhampir excitedly while D prepared things for his next customer. She was actually pleased to see D again, especially Dan, but was surprised that she had a companion (although, in the stranger's words, they were more like casual encounters). Doris believed the young woman's words and attitude, however, she was very doubtful because of D.'s actions --- What do you think of his person? Is he a friend or something else? I mean… do you think he's handsome?
--- Handsome? --- the young woman looked at the other hunter, analyzing him closely --- I guess, I like his hat --- Doris noticed how that last one was said with confidence; she still didn't know if she was being sincere or if she was avoiding answering --- As for his personality, we didn't talk long enough to know what he's really like. I'm not much of a talker either.
--- Do you have a boyfriend? --- Doris turned to look at her brother, somewhat surprised and embarrassed by Dan's sudden question.
--- Don't you think I'm too big for you? --- the young woman replied with a small smile --- I don't, and in my line of work that doesn't end well.
--- Understood, thank you very much --- and just as he came, Dan returned with a smile at D's side. To the young woman it was just a curious child's question, perhaps even a passing infantile love, to which she paid no attention and went to get her mount ready. However, Doris noticed how Dan seemed to be telling D something that made him get up and walk over to where the holster was. With this small talk, Doris could suspect that maybe D liked his companion.
--- Are you ready? --- if there was one thing that perhaps made her nervous about the dhampir, it was how quiet he could be. She just nodded and mounted her mare "Night" while D mounted his cyborg horse, bidding farewell to both brothers and heading east.
D genuinely liked spending time with her. Even if their encounters were short-lived, almost half of them were… deliberate, calculated to be more exact. He wasn't proud to say he did that, he sounded like… his father.
Now, having learned a little bit of how to… get along in a more intimate, romantic conversation, he felt more confident in initiating a conversation with her.
--- How was your previous trip? --- the young woman looked up at her companion, somewhat surprised that he was talking. Usually when they went together it was Lefty who broke the icy silence.
--- Well, everything that was supposed to be dead, I made sure it was --- the young woman answered without any further explanation. That elicited a laugh from Lefty, who D tried not to make it sound so loud.
--- Well, well, and I thought you didn't have a sense of humor --- The young woman didn't mind talking to the parasite, sometimes it was even entertaining, although she didn't feel like talking much right now --- What a catch, do you happen to know how to get along with errant in-laws who have lived for over a million years?
--- I know how to kill their kind --- that got another laugh from Lefty, and he had to admit it was a bit infectious.
--- You have my blessing, little human, to marry D --- with that comment, the dhampir made Lefty vanish from his hand.
--- I'm sorry, he' s like this because I've given a lot of thought to a matter --- The young woman looked astonished at her companion, it really must be something important to even tell him --- and I need your… opinion.
Obviously D wouldn't tell you from the front, I'd have to test the waters first before starting to hunt your feelings --- There's a girl, who… doesn't make me feel lonely. Who makes me feel whole, and like one of her kind; it's to such an extent that I always remember her scent, and she's always in my thoughts.
The young woman could hear how Lefty whispered "Even in the lewd, my favorites are hands on her fine ass" but D faded Lefty again. Boy, he sure has been thinking about that girl.
Obviously D wouldn't tell you from the front, I'd have to test the waters first before starting to hunt your feelings --- There's a girl, who… doesn't make me feel lonely. Who makes me feel whole, and like one of her kind; it's to such an extent that I always remember her scent, and she's always in my thoughts.
The young woman could hear how Lefty whispered "Even in the lewd, my favorites are hands on her fine ass" but D faded Lefty again. Boy, he sure has been thinking about that girl.
--- But most of all, I want her by my side. To wake up and see her sleeping next to me; to finally see her really smile.
--- What's the girl's name? --- D had already planned to avoid that question.
--- Leila.
--- I don't know how to answer, I've never had an interest --- answered the gunslinger --- it's the best thing for a hunter. Although I know that sooner or later I will end up with another hunter and maintain my lineage.
--- Sounds like a sentence --- whispered D.
--- It's survival, and frankly, that's the rule of this world --- replied the young woman --- you should know better than me.
--- I promise to free you from that sentence --- D said looking at the young woman --- No man will force you to do anything.
--- And they won't, I just know that there will come a day when I will have to do it or I will want to do it --- replied the young woman caressing her mare --- destiny is capricious, time changes and in the end what is planned doesn't end the way we want it to.
D pondered her words, looking at her with fascination and affection.
--- If one day they force you, I will offer myself.
--- What about Leila?
--- She doesn't know that I love her, and maybe in time she will.
--- But you'll be married by then.
--- Exactly.
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