I Know We Shouldn't Write For The Stats, But I Caught A Cool Moment When AO3 Didn't Update The Numbers

screenshots of the Captain [Hellsing Ultimate]

We have a talent sniffing out good boys and THIS! is a good boy. Maybe this is a bitter, messed-up world but remember, there are good boys out there. Learn to sniff them out, include them in your environment and make yourself happy✧

people love to paint madara as someone who would be extremely abusive if he ever had a significant other but i believe it’s the fucking opposite. you clearly don’t understand his character. the reason why he wanted to form the infinite tsukuyomi is to have a utopian world where everyone is fucking happy and not suffering from a war and you can tell how close and caring he is to his little brother izuna that it made him so damn depressed when he lost him. also his friendship with hashirama was so wholesome that he even broke his promise to his little brother to never become allies with the senjus but he did anyway bc he still cared about his clanmates???? also arent uchihas known for their love?? if he had a lover he would be extremely loving and overprotective, maybe not super affectionate in public but in private he would be very caring and would kill everyone if someone ever tried to hurt them.

Some Alucard from Hellsing NSFW hcs, please? (He's one of my favorite vampires and I just love him 😍)

You asked, and you shall receive~

N.S.F.W. under the cut!

He’s dominant and takes the lead by definition - He’s so used to his ways as a Voivode that he can’t do things any other way.

He’s more traditional, but with a little speck of the modern world and vampirism - He enjoys a bit of bondage, but would prefer taking his time with you, going cruelly slow and sensual until he hears you begging for his mercy.

He doesn’t want getting rough with you unless you ask, in fear of hurting you, and even then, he would be very careful not to do something bad with his vampiric strength.

It takes a shit ton of composure out of him to not bite your neck when he kisses you, but even if you allow him to take a taste of your sweet blood, stopping would be the most difficult thing he’s ever done in his life.

Alucard prefers being on top, he loves looking down at you and taking in the sweet imagine of you and all the expressions you make while he’s hitting all the right spots, but if you ever want to have your fun riding him, he wouldn’t deny you.

Don’t be afraid during oral, he knows very well not to mistakenly scratch you with his long fangs... But he has a long tongue that does absolute miracles, and you don’t need any religious figure to reach Heaven anymore.

He doesn’t talk much, and most sounds would be low grunts, but he’ll check on you frequently and make sure you’re okay and that he’s not being too much for you.

Alucard lives only for your pleasure - He’s old and doesn’t care much for his anymore - But yours is absolutely the most important.

When you’re done, Alucard would bring you to his chest and stroke your hair lovingly, whispering a soft ‘I love you’, when he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep.

“I suppose we can keep it…”

More HellsingDoggos. I can’t stop.

A million thanks to my awesome sis @opellisms for holding my hand through the very scary thing called “animating”!

I'm a sucker for a loving Madara

OR SO YOU THOUGHT

Madara x reader

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, 18+, ansgty emotional sex, parts of canon

a/n: a lot of authors and their works inspired this fic and im listing all of them here. make sure you check them out:

'Fragments' by @persephones-darkness'

Demons' by @kuramakakashi

'First heartbreak' by @thelovehashira143

'Map to hope' by @madarasthicc

Song- 'Again' by Noah Cyrus and xxxtentacion

Armor.

Headband.

Anxious hands hurried to discard clothes.

Gripping, tugging flesh and hair, desperate for each other. No words were said as urgency took the reins, leading both of you to your bed, holding onto each other anyway possible- sheer adrenaline and raw emotions drowning question and reason; his hands cupping and pinching the swell of your breasts, you arched into his touch dangerously.

There's nothing left for me here anymore.

The words he said minutes prior rang in your ears. Silence hung heavy in the air before the atmosphere crackled and you were on each other. You kissed him harder and with more fervour, trying to push away those thoughts. He reciprocated- his chafed hands picked you up before hurling you on the mattress, the sickly sweet moonlight blanching your supple naked body.

Madara wasted no moment in pouncing over you, his slacks thrown into the recesses of your room- a room bearing testimony to many such erotic nights, but not quite like this...no, not the same way, never the same way, The fear, agony, desperation intermingled with such irrepressible need for each other, twisted to mad, selfish hunger.

Hickeys that cracked your skin and drew blood in an attempt to mark you forever bloomed on your bosom. Madara stood up, rethinking his choices and decisions, doubt, pain and something akin to love lined his face- a deadly expression that could have made you crumble had you looked at it for a few seconds more. You pulled him back to you, back to where he belonged, or so you thought. He surrendered to your touch in total abandonment as you got on top of him, straddling his waist, his eyes dead and distant. So, you attached your lips to his again, hoping to reach the pits of his heart that had dark tar swirling in its depths. He seemingly came back to you as his hands found refuge on the softs of your thighs as he helped you ease himself into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a broken whimper of his name, prompting him to thrust all the way in while holding you down. His hands guide you to a rhythm as you hunch over his laid out frame, closing any distance, his hands knotted into your tresses, pulling harshly.

"Y/n...I can't..."

You hardly heard him with his staff splitting you in half, neither could you care any less- your peaks reaching a ceremonious high, breaths ragged, sweat beading on your back.

"God, I love you Y/n..." he rasped as his pace faltered.

"Tell me again."

"What?"

"Tell me that you love me again Madara!"

You scream-cried while sitting up to look directly at him, your eyes piercing his soul.

"I...love you...FUCK Y/n".

Again.

And again.

And again.

Madara chanted those words while drilling himself into you and ending in a explosive release that left you both shaking.

You rested your spent body over his and touched foreheads, sobbing from the mind-breaking high and also, hoping that this was enough for him to stay, that you were enough for him to stay.

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Golden morning hues rolled in making you realize you'd fallen asleep. A smile tugged at your corners as memories of hot, writhing bodies and Madara's confessions of love eased into your mind.

"Good morning Mada-"

You turned around to search for his doting eyes but were met with a cold empty bed and a scratched headband-his headband- placed in front of a picture of when he kissed you for the first time.

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This is completely true. This is why I joined Tumblr haha. I'm glad I found your blog

Why Madara fandom is superior to all

(you can't even fight me because it's as factual as a meteor falling from the sky) :

They write the most depressing meta analysis you've ever read about how life sucks.

Then, they write the most thirsty post about a hundred years old senior. Like who does that?

They dissect all Konoha's bullshits and they are so articulate. They never fall for the emotional traps, in particular those coming from the woodman and his minions. Our fav warn us it's a scam since the first Valley of the End, more than sixty years ago. We watch Boruto like : Why are you all crying for the plot and Sasuke's hair? He told you so... 🤷‍♀️

No childish ship battles because he's canonically single. He belongs to the street to us all. A generous endless clone-maker King!

They have a better sense of humour, meaning they don't take criticizes personally because their fav is a villain. He's allowed to any human rights infringements he wants. Actually, we're actively looking for a way to help him improving his massive destruction scale.

They understand sarcasm, second degree, dark jokes. A rare quality in the Naruto fandom.

They have to be smart just in order to follow the big boss machivellian plan. Like grandpa speaks in old riddles and metaphors... We gotta open wikipedia from time to time 🧐

An Oxford study said that belonging to his fandom makes laughs more, makes your hair grows brighter and thicker, enhance your skin's glow, make you live longer and smarter, makes you chose better partner.

Yeah they are all petty pretty, the ugly ones just die of exhaustion watching him.

OK we have a weakness... we don't like aliens... That alien is taboo, ok? We don't know her. Actually Naruto to our knowledge ends here :

The Gladiator’s Ring

C/W: Warrior (Predator)/F!Humans, Male Yautja/F!Humans, dubcon, sex club, monster sex, human fetish, exhibitionism, female gloryhole, sex marathon, size kink, hair kink, unprotected sex, public sex, casual sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, self-indulgent debauchery, ass-to-pussy, face-sitting, multiple partners, predator/prey WC: 9528

It was well-known that Yautja had needs after a successful hunt. A veteran with a fondness for pyode amedha required many willing participants to sate his.

*This is a work of fiction that features unsafe sexual practices besides the involvement of a 7'+ alien. Depiction isn't endorsement*

An excerpt below the cut

He'd have to be mindful not to break skin with his talons, but that was part of the allure of oomans. Their inherent fragility was an addiction once he had learned how to handle their bodies. Their thin hides bruised and tore easily, their bones could snap if he got carried away. But once they lay undone beneath him in disbelief, the moment they realized they were enjoying the experience and bared their tender flesh to a ruthless alien for more…

The submission in their eyes when they understood he wasn't going to kill nor maim them, he only wanted to pauk them. Oomani-di were a delicacy. He was more than willing to play ‘gently’ at their level if it meant he got to partake in ooman sex.

The ooman reeked of anxiety, but she took a measured step towards him, followed by another. His pupils dilated from her proximity. He trilled in encouragement when she was within arm's reach, eagerly anticipating what this novel playmate would do next. He was acutely aware of her. The scent of her heat and apprehension wrapped around his head, a haze he would rejoice losing himself in. Her courage and appearance were extremely appealing to his tastes and it was getting difficult to keep his paws to himself.

Shaky fingertips brushed his hide with the most tentative of touches and she held her breath. His eyes fell to slits as he focused on the feathery sensation on his scales. Another reason he adored oomans –so gentle and curious, yet eager to please once he attained that delicious submission. He would like to take this one to mate if she was willing.

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It wasn't even breathing heavily after that level of exertion.

The woman fixated on the sinewy contours of its musculature. It –no, he– how could this creature be anything but a ‘he?’ Her eyes dropped to the swollen evidence of his raw masculinity between thighs carved in stone, swallowing at the bumpy surface on the ridiculous endowment. He was all sleek power and so very male. There was that preternatural grace to his movements, the way the mesmerizing patterns to that rough bluish skin rippled, skin she recalled was not wholly unpleasant to touch. She witnessed the extended demonstration of what he could do with that wicked maw – how delicately his terrifying mandibles could handle the women as he did unspeakable things to them with that tongue. He was the picture of virility as he humped his latest woman while standing and cradling her.

She stared in rapture. The beast quirked a mandible, a frank invitation to sample the monster that clearly intrigued her. It was an apt reminder that this was an intelligent creature far more advanced than the humans who surrounded him. She drew a sharp intake of breath. Heat blazed as she waded into the incandescent gold pools in his eyes –the predatory cunning of that gaze was undeniable. He knew he was captivating. And his hulking presence demanded he be watched. 

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Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.