– Him being a bit surprised when he realise he is spending a lot of time thinking on you, a simply human, only to admit to himself his feelings for you, but telling you not a word
– Him moving his castle near to your village to keep an eye on you, to eventually invite you to his place
– Him having a attitude cold and distant, even a little cocky, around you, because is his way to keep you attention on him.
– Him trying to impress you with his castle, his science objects and even his powers, showing you how many marvellous things he can give to you
– Him supporting you no matter what are you trying to do or to be, teaching you if necessary, and being secretly proud of your advances and progress.
– Him keeping any other person with a romantic interest on you as far as he can from you, because you are his and his only. If that include give that person a piece of his mind, he will do it; if that include mutilate or kill… well, he is up for this too.
– Him finally telling you about his feelings when he can’t hide them more, but explaining it as a marvellous oportunity for you to join his world and to enjoy the incredible things he owns
Haha thanks! Also I’m calling Adrian by Alucard here for those who haven’t played the game won’t be confused.
CASTLEVANIA
Trevor just thinks they’re so cute. I headcanon shy people are totally his type. He will literally do anything and everything for them. He knows he can be hella rude and crude but don’t worry he’ll tone it down for his s/o. He will try to get them to come out of their shell though.
Alucard is extra relaxed around his shy s/o compared to his other two companions. Honestly he may come off as cool and collected, his own people skills are super rusty. He just likes to be near them- no talking if they’re too shy to talk, just being together in silence is enough.
Sypha is the sweetest?? She loves holding hands and picking flowers for them? She’s a bit shy too so everything is so pure. She will do a complete 180 in personality though if anything makes her s/o even slightly uncomfortable.
To even get to that conversation, there has to be a good reason why his s/o would bring it up. It can’t just be a random thought or decision
If it is for a good reason that they bring it up, Alucard will want to talk to them away from his other two companions – he doesn’t take it lightly
Alucard will most likely try to convince his s/o that just because he’s a dhampir, he doesn’t need human blood. He probably won’t want to bite them, no matter the offer
No matter how persistent they are, he probably still won’t accept. After all, blood sucking is for monsters, and he doesn’t want to be seen as a monster
On the other hand, offering your neck is basically inviting him to mark you. Small bites that don’t penetrate the skin, kisses, maybe licks and hickies? Hot. Not bad at all.
If he does bite you, it’ll never be hard enough to draw blood unless he absolutely needs to – but that likely won’t happen anytime soon
The day he’s overcome by his instincts to bite down on them, he’s terribly apologetic afterwards. He’s part human, after all. Alucard has his regret about it and tries to avoid doing something like that again (even if your blood was delicious)
NSFW:
When he and his s/o get intimate, the first place he aims for is their neck – he wants something to mark up
Hickies galore, Alucard wants people to know who had his s/o screaming in pleasure the night before
Just because he won’t draw blood, doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate to bite. He’ll bite down as hard as he can without breaking their skin to leave something, anything there that’ll leave his presence stuck on you
Choking? He doesn’t have to use his mouth and teeth when he can wrap his arms around his s/o’s throat and have them ride out their high on him
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOYS!! TetsuTetsu will be followed soon 😉
A= Aftercare(What they’re like after sex)
Kirishima’s the actual god of aftercare. He’ll immediately pepper his partner’s face with kisses and shower them with compliments, telling them how good they felt. After that he’ll be right up his feet and rush to the bathroom to run them a bath with bubbles and nice smelling bath oils. Then he’ll go to the kitchen and get them something to drink, maybe something to eat and bring it to them. He always insists to carry his partner to the bathroom, even if they’re capable of walking themselves without any pain.
He’ll dry them off and then go to bed only to cuddle them and hold them close as the two of them fall asleep.
A/N: wow i finally made a blog. I’m gonna post fics about ahs on here. but i don’t know how often i’ll post but o well, we’ll see.
Summary: When Michael arrived at outpost 3, he surely didn’t think that he would meet you there again, but he did.
Warnings: maybe a little sad Michael? for the rest nothing
Pairing: Michael Langdon x grey!reader
Wordcount: 1,6 K
He was on top of the world. Everybody in the room looked at him with fear in their eyes, even Miss Venable who seemed unbreakable to everyone was too scared to even look him in the eyes. A new found confidence is glowing off him. A warm buzz spreads through his chest as a proud smile creeps into his lips.
That was until he spots you. The buzz was suddenly replaced with a dull feeling of pain, the smile dropping slightly. You were the only one who dared to look him in the eyes. The only one that dared to smile at him.
God, what that smile did to him. He expected you to jump up from your chair and run into his arms like you always did. But you didn’t. You didn’t move a muscle except for the ones in your face to flash him another one of those heartwarming smiles.
His fists clench together behind his back. Someone did something to you, or rather, to your memories. He already knows he did it. Nobody would do something to you except for Cordelia. She is the only person, except for Michael, that you would allow to come close enough to affect you.
“ I want to go first! “ Mr Gallant yells out. The whole room looks at him. Of course, he wants to go first, he’ll do anything if it meant that he could talk to a man, especially if they are as handsome as Michael is.
Michael nods, not being able to do anything else. He turned around and started walking towards his new office but not before signalling Mr Gallant to follow him. He looks at you with a smirk before following Michael like a hungry puppy following a butcher.
You don’t even react to him or to anyone in the room for that matter. Your eyes are focussed on Michael, following him until he has left the room. Something about him seems familiar. A weary cloud lays over his image in your head but one thing is all to clear in your mind. The look in his eyes when he saw you, it was like you were a friend that he thought was dead.
“ He wants to see you. “ Ms Mead says. She doesn’t need to tell you who wants to see you, you already know. Of course, you were the last one to be interviewed. All the greys were last. You are all happy to leave the bucket full of soapy water and brush behind on the ground. You push yourself off the ground and start to make your way to the office.
With shaky hands, you try to straighten out your clothes to look somewhat presentable. You don’t know why your so nervous but something about him makes your heart beat faster and makes excitement flows through your blood.
You knock softly on the door. It opens by itself. Slightly taken back by it, you enter the room, softly closing the door behind you. Michael has to try his best not to jump out of his chair as you enter the room. He points to the chair in front of him. You take the queue and sit down in it.
He leans forward on the desk, letting his elbows rest on the hard wooden surface as he studies your face. A confused gloss is cast over once twinkling eyes. Your always bright smile is cast on your face yet the fear and confusion in your eyes tell him that you aren’t feeling how others think you are.
You were never one to shower your true emotion, only showing happiness to please others and make them feel comforted. But right now, Michael isn’t the one that should be comforted, it’s you. Oh, how much he just wants to hold and cuddle with you on his bed while telling you it is all okay. But he can’t.
To the others, he said some words and threats about how he knows if they are lying but with you, he doesn’t want to do that. He wants you to like him, not fear him. He clears his throats and grabs your file, pretending to look at it.
“ You are at top health. And you have some good DNA, I suppose. “. He lays the file down on the desk with such force that it makes you jump slightly. “ But it says nothing about who you are. “.
“ Who I am? “ you ask. “ Isn’t my name at the top of the file, sir? “. Goosebumps arise from Michael’s skin as he finally hears your voice again. He has been here for nearly a week now, but your voice had remained unheard to him, until this moment. It sounds like music in his ears.
“ Have you ever loved someone? “ he asks, completely ignoring your comment. You shrug your shoulder. “ I don’t know. “. Michael stands up form his seat and slowly makes his way over you and then sits down in the seat next to you.
“ Have you ever loved someone so much that they take over every thought in your head? That the idea of being without them gives you physical pain? “. You look at him, dead in the eye. He can see the wheels turning in your head, trying to reach for something that isn’t there.
“ Well, there is this one boy, “ you say. “ He has blond hair. I can never see his face when I think of him or remember his name. But I-I get this feeling of warmth in my chest when I think of him. “.
In his head, Michael is jumping up and down, dancing on the desk as he sings a victory song, but his body remains still. You remember him. You actually have a memory of him still left. Something that you can grasp onto, something that can help him get your memories back.
“ Why can’t you remember him? “ he asks as he leans back in the chair, trying to look uninterested. “ Well, I have this accident a couple months before the bombs dropped. Got a bad concussion. My mom said that I might have got some memory loss from that. “.
Of course, Cordelia would have wiped your memories. She couldn’t have just left you to die during the apocalypse. Michael wanted to murder her, hurt her in a way that she’ll be begging to die. She will pay for taking away one of the only people in his life that he trusts.
“ Do you think it’s unfair that you are a grey? “ he asks. In his eyes, it couldn’t be more unfair. You deserve to hang around and not have to worry about making dinner or cleaning the bedroom floor. You shouldn’t have to scrub every nook and cranny of the house until your hands start to blister.
“ No, “ you answer. “ It brings me some relief actually. I can just clean everything and have so time to be alone with my mind. And I’ve always enjoyed taking care of others, even if that includes spending my days on my knees scrubbing the floors. “.
This didn’t surprise Michael. You always cleaned his room when you came over and you made sure to take some freshly baked goods with you, enough for the whole school.
“ So you haven’t ever thought about pushing one of those purples down on the ground and make them clean for you? “. He made sure to spit out the word “purples” like it was venom in his mouth. You shake your head with a bright smile.
“ Never, sir. “. Michael scoots a little closer to you. “ Please, call me Michael. “. He lets his hand drop on your arm and starts to rub circles against your soft skin, a habit that he never got rid off. You expected yourself to jerk away from his touch, but instead, you melted right into it.
He wants to say something, but a loud knock on the door interrupts him. Miss Mead’s head pops out from behind it. “ Finish up your interview. Dinner is about to be served. “. And as soon as she came, she left.
Michael looks back at you again. “ I want you here first thing in the morning. I want to continue this. “. You nod as you stand up. You don’t know if you should give him a hand or just leave. Before you can do anything, he pulls you in for a hug. You never expected him to just hug people that he met five minutes ago but if it’s what he wanted then you wouldn’t want to disobey that.
He inhales your scent, still the same fresh yet sweet as ever. You wrap your arms around him for a quick second before releasing him again. The left corner of his mouth has slowly crept up. This is the first time that you have actually seen him smile, and god, do you want him to do it again.
You quickly make your way over to the door. You turn around to find him staring at you. “ Aren’t you coming for dinner? “. Michael shakes his head as he sits down behind his desk again. “ I’m not hungry. “. You shoot him another smile as you pull the door open. “ Well, see you tomorrow, Michael. “.
He waves briefly at you before you close the door behind you. The way you said his name bounces around in his mind. He wishes he could record it and play it on repeat. Over and over and over and over, until he would go insane form the repeating sound. But even then, he would probably keep playing it.
Imagine being devoted to Michael and one night you’re having a hard time, everything is too much and you decide to ask him for one thing. You poke your head into his door and he allows you to come in. He senses you’re in pain and sees you struggling, head cast down, tears in your eyes, fingers clasped together tightly. It concerns him. You’re usually bubbly, bright and attentive.
He tilts your chin up and his voice is soft. You’ve been so loyal to him that he respects you and wants to help you.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Because to him, you have the sweetest of hearts, pure and devoted. He wants you to open up to him, unafraid. He can’t bear your fear of him, not you.
You hesitate. You want to hold him but yet, you need his strength to protect you. So you don’t bullshit, facing his blue eyes. “Will you please hold me? I just need you to hold me.”
He’s stunned, honored, such a simple request for human contact, an act of the upmost trust. You sought him out for comfort. No one has before. You’re staring at him, worried you’ve asked too much, that he won’t want this intimacy with you. It’s then that he opens his hand, palm up for you.
“Come here,” He says, coercing you into his chest.
You let his heartbeat anchor you, his scent stroke you. He seels you in tight.
“It’s alright to let go with me. I’ve got you.”
And when your tears lessen, you look up at him, chin pressed to his chest. He’s watching you, the softest, genuine smile pressing his lips. Something more is shifting between you both. Walls fall, dynamics change. You’re meeting his feather light kiss, breaking apart only to breathe in each other.
A/N: woo! Fun stuff. I didn’t really make it a make out session, I’m so sorry, however on the side I could write lil baby stories on this because after reading it, you’ll see there’s obviously a lot of things that’s left unsaid. Again, we love mermaids.
You grew up hardly ever seeing your father. For the holidays he would fly out to see you only for the day, showering you with gifts you didn’t need and weren’t sure you wanted and for your birthdays you would get a card with a check. In letters he told you over and over again that he was excited to have you over for the Summer time but whenever Summer turned around, your mother had planned an extravagant trip out of the country and always took you with her.
After your seventeenth birthday, your mother started seeing another man very seriously and when the next Summer came, she took her trip with him rather than you and as a result, you had been sent to your father’s.
Also answered here: Here’s a prompt: Reader is in established relationship with Venom.
Someone finds out and asks the question “Why the hell are you with a guy
like Venom? Did he eat your brain too?” Reader gets… defensive of the
boys.
This turned sappy at the end! I didn’t mean it to. The characters had a mind of their own.
It had started out as a rather lovely date.
Venom had taken you webslinging around town, bringing you to his favorite high spots around the City. You’d seen the stars – something hard to view in the heart of a bright City like San Francisco – swung across the Golden Gate Bridge and seen the City spread out under you like a carpet of lights.
It had been a wonderful night, up until the asshole with some sort of sonic scream had blasted the two of you out of the air mid-swing.
Venom had grabbed onto you, curling himself around you as much as he could, symbiote tendrils encasing you protectively as he’d crashed to the street below. The impact had knocked the breath from your lungs, and stunned Venom enough that you’d had to shake him to get him to answer you.
That screeching nitwit had taken advantage of your boyfriend’s addled state to rush in and rip you out of his grasp, ignoring how you screamed and tried to beat at him as he literally dragged you down the street.
Toad's Cave 