DONT APOLOGIZE!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I GET WHEN I SEE A REQUEST! Especially since I love that funky dude. Dhdjdhdh also thank you đđđ
Iâm assuming you are requesting Alucard from hellsing! I wasnât sure which one so looked at your blog and you reblogged hellsing stuff so I took my best guess djdjdjd
It never occurred to Alucard that he had never been held or touched so softly before. But now his head rested in his partnerâs lap as he stared up at them, nuzzling himself closer to the warm hand that rested on his cool cheek.
The gentle touches feelâŚdifferent at first, and he doesnât quite understand why his partner bothers to be so careful, it is not like he will easily break.
âI am not human, there is no reason for you to be so gentle,â heâd say after the initial shock of the soft hands that now cupped his face had worn off.
âI know I donât need too be gentle. But, you deserve it, especially after being shot to bits at least five times a weekâŚsometimes more than that.â
At those words, the vampire is left in shock, to think he was worthy of his Partnerâs touch was somthing he didnât know he wanted to hear. But he was so glad his SO had said it, and once the wave of shock passed so did all of his tension. He allowed his form to melt against his partner.
Alucard gets a kick out of pulling his partner against his chest and wrapping them in his large coat. He likes having them close, when they are close to him that means they are safe and he canât imagine a safer place than inside his coat.
He is not ashamed to ask his partner if they are in the mood for cuddling, any embarrassment passed after the first couple times. The way he sees it, it isnât weak to want to be bundled up with his partner, however, it is weak for him to be too ashamed to admit it.
Iâve said this before but it needs to be said again; THIS MAN WILL MANAGE TO FIT BOTH HIM AND HIS PARTNER IN HIS COFFIN, it may be a tight fit, but if his partner doesnât mind then neither does he.
On some days, when his partner is not busy with other things, Alucard will request that his partner stay and cuddle with him until he falls asleep.
One time he fell asleep on top of his partner and they had no choice but to stay with him until he woke up at nightfall. His SO feared that, much like a cat, Alucard would be upset if they moved and woke him up.
He wouldnât be upset if they did wake himâŚwell, at least he wouldnât be upset about them wanting to get up. However he is pretty grumpy when he first wakes up.
Request: UT making wooden christmas presents or maybe drunk trying to fix cabinets? Funeral mutes would be given gin and often end up drunk for cold funeral processions. Also victorian undertakers would take side jobs as cabinet makers or general wood work đ
Walking down the snowy street, you passed a few boys shoveling the snow from pavements. They were all lightly dressed, but thanks to the work, their cheeks blushed red over the laughing mouths. They sang a Christmas Carol completely out of tune, but didnât seem bothered by it.
Passing them, you handed them a few cents. Whoever employed them probably wouldnât pay them enough either way.
Humming the notes that got stuck in your head, you opened massive black doors to Undertakerâs shop. It was already late evening, but as you thought, he didnât bother closing them.
On the other hand, who in their right mind would think of robbing an undertaker?
âAre you there?â you shouted into the dark, searching for any light. âCome on, we have to hurry or weâll be late to Cielâs-âŚâ
Sweeped off your feet, you found yourself buried in Undertakerâs robes.
âFinally there, I thought youâd never comeâŚâ
He laughed, burying his face in your neck, his hat already lost somewhere in the shop while he danced around with you, swiftly avoiding the furniture, even though it was almost completely dark. The only light was coming through the windows.
âDonât tell me youâre drunk again,â you sighed, letting him lead you.
âMaybe a little.â
âLetâs leave the dancing for the ball,â you tucked his silvery hair behind his ear.
Kuro is hella old. Like, older than christianity itself, maybe. Nobody really knows how old he is, but we definitely know he was around during the Heian period. But he was most likely around before that (that means he got lots of experience ;))
Kuro buys his s/o really thoughtful gifts, and if he likes you enough, heâll gift you with more antique things from his past.
The more you get to know him, the less mysterious heâll get, and the more heâll open up about his past. He hides a lot of his memories from himself so he doesnât have to deal with the fact that heâs outlived so many of his loved ones, and probably will outlive so many more, and that depresses him.
Dates are super thoughtful and mainly quiet, he doesnât really enjoy going to loud places or partying like that. The only loud date he would take you on is probably to see a concert, but mainly with him, dates consist of quiet walks to look at the cherry blossom trees, or changing of the leaves during fall, or the snow on branches when the trees are barren during winter. Yeah, he likes trees.
Did someone say?? Love Letters?? Cause youâre getting a whole lotta those with this man as ur bf (btw, he has a family crest, so every letter you get will have a specific little enneagram thatâs written in his blood or something)
He isnât very good at cooking since he never really needed to do it, considering he came from a family in which his father held a lot of power and cooking was done for him, and after he became a vampire it was just blood, and that speaks for itself. The only thing he can make okay-ish is probably white rice, but other than that, he can try, but you might need to help this poor man in cooking for you.
Please b l e a s e get this man a cat. He really likes how cats are independent, and theyâre natural hunters, much like him. The moment you two get a black cat, heâs naming it YokÄi, and when they drag a mouse carcass and give it to him as a symbol of affection and loyalty, heâll melt.
He gots bitey ones, so if he ends up hurting you with his fangs, please tell him. As dangerous as this man is, heâs very soft towards his s/o, so he doesnât want to hurt them. However, he will if they so wish đ
Anime??? Sorry, he only knows the original black and white Manga, so itâll be funny if you introduce him to anime even though it came from his country. Nonetheless, heâll probably still like it, and his favorite vocaloid will most likely be the Kagamine twins. Along the lines of shows, I think heâd be a big fan of Bungou Stray Dogs.
Has beef with fae, elf and other of those kinds of supernatural people. Mostly because when he had first become a vampire and traveled the world, a powerful fairy attempted to eat him when he was in Switzerland. As well as when he was traveling through Ireland, a leprechaun tried to rob him and shave his head(?), and when he was in Germany, a gorgeous Nymph who he had encountered forcefully tried to make him marry her through threatening the citizens of a village nearby. Needless to say, not the best experiences. He may be a little prejudiced, but you can help him learn to not associate those bad memories with every faerie he meets.
Mmmm heâs down with the vampire council. Heâs the Vice President, actually. Luciano is the President, Oliver is the Secretary, and Viktor is the Treasurer. Be careful though, if he brings you along and youâre not a vampire, the others might consider you his snack, and would ask him to share. He wouldnât let that happen though, heâs pretty protective over you.Â
He prefers to sleep upside down?? In his closet?? Filled with curtains?? But heâll sleep in the same bed a you if you want him to. Especially for the cuddles! Heâs always cold, so having a warm s/o feels like heaven to him, especially considering how he likes to sleep with them during the day. If the nocturnal thing is a turn-off for you, then itâs gonna be a bit difficult for you two, but heâll try his best to fix his schedule, or you could adjust yours. If you adjusted your schedule, then heâll lie you even more, since it shows you put effort into the relationship, whichâll make him even more loyal to you.
(This is for @2p-central! I know you love ur vampire boy, so here ya go! some headcanons about him. Thank you for allowing me to fulfill your request, and have a lovely day!)
Im love this these are so cuteđđđđđđđđ
**This is short but I needed a better fucking ending than that heartbreaking film gave me**
Jim had stumbled up to her door. His pupils were blown to the size of saucers and sweating profusely. She opened the door before he even had the opportunity to knock. She heard him knock over a few potted plants on his attempt to climb the stairs.
âJim,â she sighed as she caught him in her arms, âWhat are you-â
He just kept shaking his head as she brought him to her bedroom. He sat on her bed, running his hands through his hair as he began to cry. She removed his jacket and turned on the air conditioner.
âJim, what happened? Talk to me,â she said as she took a damp towel to his face. He pushed her hand away, laying his head against her stomach as his tears poured onto her shirt, âYouâre scaring me. Please tell me. Let me help you,â
âMedinaâs gone. I think sheâs gone for good,â he said hysterically.
She stroked his hair and stumbled as he pulled her even closer, âShe would never leave you, Jim, ever. You know that. Sheâs out but sheâs not gone,â
Jim moved back, wiping his face harshly against the sleeve of his jacket, âI need to find her,â he attempted to stand but Y/N pushed him back down.
âStay with me,â she pleaded, âStay with me and weâll find her together, yeah?â She knelt in front of him, continuously stroking his hair in the way she know soothed him. He nodded and laid his head against the pillow. She moved his feet onto the bed and took his shoes off. She continued to wipe his face of the sweat that seemed to come from everywhere.
âIâm just tired. So fucking tired,â he mumbled, his eyes closed as she sat beside him, stroking his cheek. She laid her head on his chest, wiping her tears so none fell to his shirt, as he placed a hand lazily on her head.
After Jimâs drug-induced psychotic break, he was committed to a facility. The day he was committed Medina went to see him, forcing her parents to let Y/N see him one last time before his access to visitors was more restricted. She had gone to see him whenever he was allowed visitors. He had a few setbacks. There was a lot to work through, a lot to unpack. He was going to stay with her and her family when he got out. Thatâs not the only reason she was there, bouncing her leg incessantly as she waited for him to come out of the building. She would have been there either way. She knew the boy he was before this, all wide-eyed and full of hope. They had both bonded over their love of the ocean. Medina loved her for Jim and had factored her into their dream trip to Bali. Of course, that all had to wait now. Now, she just wanted to see him.
âY/N, I think thatâs him,â Medina turned back to look at her, smiling, beaming with joy at the sight of her twin.
As Jim left the facility with his parents behind him, he perked up at the sight of his two favorite girls. Y/N hung back as Medina ran to him, jumping on her brother, who stumbled back, not expecting the reaction he received. Y/N hadnât realized she was shedding any tears until one salty drop fell to her lips. He looked so good. There was color in his face, his cheeks were plump, she could see the beautiful blue of his eyes. The color of the ocean they all loved so much.
Jim approached her, silently, cautiously. He raised his hands to cup her face and wiped away the tears that wouldnât stop falling. He leaned his forehead against hers and they stood there in silence, taking in the scent of each other.
âThank you,â he whispered.
She choked on her words as she continued to cry, âDonât do that again. Never again,â she said as she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair just the way he liked.
âNever again,â he smiled as he placed a lingering kiss to her lips, âCan we go?â He took her hand and looked back for Medina who came to their side.
âHome?â Medina asked.
Jim shook his head, âTo the water first,â he said as he put his arm around Y/Nâs shoulder and she threaded her fingers through his hand.
Medina and Y/N smiled at each other. It was going to be okay. They were all going to be okay.
They had a lot to celebrate. Their anniversary. His sobriety. Life. He deserved it after the hell that was his life the past year. Y/Nâs parents were always incredibly supportive and loved Jim but more than once they reminded her that she wasnât obligated to care for him. She argued otherwise. When you love someone, really love them, itâs not an obligation.
âWhere are we going?â He asked from the passengerâs seat. The wind from the open window was blowing his hair back and Y/N smiled at how young he looked. She put her finger to her lips and shook her head, looking back to the road. âTell meâ
âItâs a surprise, Jim. Canât you let me surprise you?â She asked, pushing the hair from her face as she drove. He huffed and mumbled something about hating surprises. She knew that was a lie. She loved to surprise him with little tokens of her love. Simple things that he always loved. Surfing gear, books about the best surf spots, simple notes of her love. He ate it all up. He lived for her love and the safety that surrounded him when he was with her.
She pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. It wasnât the Ritz but it was nice. She had save quit a bit to afford something nice in their area. When she put the car in park, she turned to him with a beaming smile, âOkay, ready?â
âI didnât pack a bag,â he laughed, turning to look at the massive hotel.
Y/N shook her head, âMedina did. Itâs in the trunk,â
â You two were plotting?â He shook his head, smiling. His face began to hurt from how much he was smiling but he couldnât stop. She loved him so hard and between her and Medina, he felt like maybe it would all work out.
They went inside and Y/N handled everything. She came back and dangled the keys in excitement. When they stepped inside the large room, he looked to the large bed that had two swans made from towels.
Y/N shrugged when he looked to her, âI told them it was our anniversary. That must be their definition of romantic,â she tossed her bag to the side and plopped down on the bed.
âIâll be just a minute,â he smiled tightly and retreated to the bathroom.
Y/N laid back amongst the numerous pillows and sighed contently. To have a night where he can be free, thatâs all she wanted. She waited a few minutes, not hearing movement from the bathroom and tried to calm herself. He was fine. They were fine. He was using the bathroom. She heard the sink turn on and run for what she thought was an abnormal amount of time but again she tried not to let her mind panic. By the time she went to the bathroom and knocked, she was afraid she already waited too long.
âJim,â she rapped her knuckles against the door, âYou okay?â
His voice cracked as he spoke, âFine,â
She jiggled the door handle to find it locked and her voice became a bit more panicked, âPlease open the door,â she waited a beat, âJim, please open the doorâ She heard the lock click and when she opened the door he looked at her through the mirror. His eyes were red and he took some water to wipe down his face.
âIâm okay,â he reassured her.
She moved to his side, pulling him by his arm to look at her, âWhy are you upset?â
âNot upset,â he shook his head, âOverwhelmed, maybe.â
She ran her fingers through her hair, âWas it me? Should we go home?â
His eyes went wide and he realized the error in his words, âNo. I love it. I want to stay,â He ran his hands gently up her neck before cupping her face, âOverwhelmed by how much you love me,â
âI just want to show you,â she placed her hands over his.
He nodded slowly, leaning down to kiss her but instead ghosting his lips over hers. She wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks before she joined their lips. They moved together slowly, like they were kissing for the first time. They explored each otherâs mouths while their hands explored their bodies. It certainly wasnât the first time but somehow it felt like it was. He walked her backwards until she felt the wall behind her. Jim lifted her arms and she obeyed. He pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it behind him as she removed her own jeans. She moved her hands to his own, unbuttoning and pulling them down. He kicked them aside, removing his shirt before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her against the wall as they continued to move against each other slowly.
He held onto her thighs tightly as he walked them to the bed. He placed her down gently among the soft sheets, pulling back only to take in her body and how she looked in front of him. She maintained eye contact as she removed her bra, moving her legs out from under him so she could toss her underwear to the side. She brought her legs back to either side of where he knelt in front of her, open and ready for him to take her.
Jim groaned as he removed his own briefs, coming down to worship her body. There wasnât an inch of her skin that his mouth didnât meet. She threaded her hands through his hair and tugged until he looked up at her.
âJim,â she sighed, âI need you,â
He knew what she was asking. He flipped them over so she was on top. She kissed up his chest, sucking on his neck as he kneaded the skin on her hips. He sat up so they were now chest-to-chest. Y/N raised herself over him and watched his face as she sank down on him. He bit down on his lip as she did. They moved together, slow, taking their time with each other. She leaned back as he moved his head to run his tongue along her breast. When he looked back up at her, his eyes were glassy once again.
She cupped his face in her hands, leaning her forehead against his as they moved together, âJim, I love-â the feeling of him, of them together stole the words from her mouth.
âI love,â he smiled back at her, tears shedding unashamedly. She felt them against her cheeks as she kissed him deeply, tugging on his hair to make him moan into her mouth. He was safe here, with her. That much he knew. âI love,â he whispered.
Imagine not being able to sleep and seeking out Michael, your best friend. Heâs always able to calm you down. You make your way to his room, acceptance granted. He knows a remedy that heâs craving, starving mad for. You donât know that you need this, that your appetite has to be sated before you can drift off.
Michael asks you if youâve ever been licked between your legs. You tell him to stop his bullshit and not to play that with you, of all people.
âI donât want to play you,â He says, âI want to pleasure you.â
Youâre unsure, worked up. Of course he sees you.
He begs to suck on that sweet little clit of yours, the one he has heard you rubbing to thoughts of him. Your body is covered in a blushing flush. Though you agree with coercing promise from that airy, deep voice. Michael spreads your legs, youâre already swollen open, sticky to a shine for him. He buries his face in your thigh and inhales, peppering little kisses that make your leg tremble.
He makes your nerves dissipate the more he has you begging. You find purchase in his long hair as he rolls you over, encouraging you up his face. You seat yourself across that sharp jaw, watching those plump lips become slick by his soaked tongue. He darts it out, wiggling, piercing blue eyes heavy, surrounded by black lakes of arousal. His rings on his fingers, they scratch and scrape against your skin, his strong hands urging you.
You hold your breath as you await that delicious first glide of his warm tongue. He locks your gaze down, watching you through long lashes, cheeks patterned with red. Heâs completely fucked out, drinking your creamy offerings. When you come, Michael closes his lips around your clit, working you through it in lighter licks, oh how he knows you love his mouth.
When youâre rolling onto your back, calm and hazy, he strokes his fingertips through you, petting.
Toad's Cave 