Don't Worry, Darling - Pregnancy Headcanons

Don't Worry, Darling - Pregnancy Headcanons

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: Pregnancy, Human!Alastor, domestic fluff, possessiveness, territorial behavior, Alastor being creepily overbearing.

𝐀/𝐍: Shhh ik this is super late but idc ;) now catch these Alastor headcanons

🎙️ As soon as your belly begins to show, and the fact that you're pregnant is glaringly obvious to all around you, Alastor becomes extremely territorial, snapping and growling at any perceived danger around you and your unborn.

🎙️ Anything that you consume - yes, even your ungodly cravings - is prepared entirely by your darling Alastor himself, his own ravenous instincts seething at the thought of anybody else summoning the nerve to provide for you.

🎙️ In Alastor's mind, you didn't need anyone else but your capable, protective husband to shield and care for you, and anyone who dared snatch that privilege away from him would meet a truly hideous end.

🎙️ His shadow puppet is even worse, constantly monitoring and stalking you, thrumming with the primal instinct to protect his mate in your weakened state. Just the thought of somehow losing you to the heinous scum of the streets whilst Alastor wasn't looking was enough to send nearly every impulse in his being into pure, treacherous overdrive.

🎙️ The demand to have you within Alastor's sights at all times had completely consumed your husband, and now, there wasn't a moment that went by that he wasn't hovering over you, cooing over your helpless form and carrying you nearly everywhere, forbidding you to step

🎙️ Yes, Alastor regularly carried you, and clearly, his boundless strength was beyond your comprehension, since you couldn't even summon the strength to carry yourself, at times.

🎙️ And yet, he was always there, with a soft peck to your forehead, wrapping his strong arms around you to lift you up and carry you bridal-style around the house.

🎙️ "Oh, but you're already doing so much for me, ma chérie. I promise, you're lighter than a feather, darling."

🎙️Being without you for more than five minutes makes him incredibly anxious, whenever he’s away from his darling, vulnerable, extremely pregnant wife.

🎙️ Alastor's hair seems more abused than usual, he’s constantly fiddling and messing with his appearance, itching to get away from his trivial duties to return to your side. His smile seems to be more of a snarl, and his every nerve seems to always be standing on end. 

🎙️ Everyone down at the recording studio is terribly worried for the radio host, but the sinister glint that darkens his eyes is enough warning for anyone to stay away.

🎙️ But oh, when Alastor returns to his beautiful, positively glowing love, watching as your body slowly changes to accommodate his children, he completely melts against you whilst inhaling your delectable scent with complete rapture, and every knot in his body comes completely undone.

🎙️ To have you so deliciously vulnerable and at his mercy was a sight and experience meant only for Alastor, he was certain of it. Why else had Fate introduced you into his life, if not to have you romanced, bred, and pampered, all by his wicked hands? All under his insatiable, looming watch? 

🎙️ He just adores you, darling. Let him take care of you, let your strong, dependable husband to handle everything, and don’t even think about lifting a finger.

🎙️ Alastor makes a terrible habit of squeezing the squishy fat of your thighs, teething along your collarbone and neck whenever the marks of his devotion begin to fade over time.

🎙️ Craves to rest his head against your warm stomach after a long day of work, whispering sweet nothing to your fawns and pressing gentle kisses against your womb. The pure light in his eyes whenever your children kick against his large, rough hands whilst they caress your belly is an indescribable bliss.

🎙️ As much as Alastor wishes for this domestic heaven to last forever, your due date creeps closer with each day, and he knows he won't be able to handle being separated from you when you're bound to be in so much unbearable pain...

🎙️ But all he could do until then was squeeze your hand whilst gently kissing your stomach, feeling the twins kicking their soft feet against you as if in response. All Alastor could do was make gentle, whispered promises against your skin while you slept, swearing to stay beside you as your loyal, devoted husband, forevermore.

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Hi✨ Could you please write some yandere headcanons with Alucard ( hellsing)? Both sfw & nsfw? Tbh probably not too different from how he already is.

Dragă Mea

Contents: Yandere!Alucard/implied fem!reader, 18+, NSFW (suggestive, really), MDNI, obsessive & possessive behaviors, yandere themes, biting (so) blood mentioned. 

Author’s note: I apologize for this not being in the classic ‘headcannon’ format (And for taking a year to write this). When you guys send in headcanon asks, they’re just so delicious that I’d prefer to write something a little more hefty. I am a fan of thick chapters in books as well as long oneshots. I also have a bad (or good?) habit of going very in-depth in analyses of certain ideas. This one caught my eye! So, I wrote it in oneshot format. Also, a bit of a ramble on yanderes: some people like the super dangerous and threatening yanderes who off their perceived ‘threats’ and keep their darlings tied up in a basement, and hey, that’s alright! More power to you. I am not such a big fan of those types. I suppose you could call my brand of yandere the ‘mostly-civil’ yandere. A bit more gentle, a bit ‘sweeter,’ a bit easier to reason with, and not super duper inclined to off anyone while still feeling vaguely threatening. Yeah, I’m vanilla when it comes to yanderes. You caught me. 

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Alucard seemed normal at first. Well, as normal as an ancient vampire could be. He was sweet to you. Quiet, yet doting. You never felt suffocated with him. Never unpleasantly overwhelmed. Never treated as if you were lower, incompetent, or helpless. He also wasn’t boorish or revoltingly lustful. For all you could tell, he was perfect. Except for that Alucard was a bit… odd. Or… you thought it was odd. You weren’t quite sure what it was. He was just a bit unnerving at times. Nothing that was directed towards you. Never. But in times when you and he were enjoying a day out, he almost seemed to bristle a little. He’d walk beside you just as he always did. But if someone got a little too close or a little too friendly, you’d feel the graze of his fingertips across your spine and the edge of his coat brush your side as he stepped just a little nearer. 

In any other relationship, that would seem beyond tame — perhaps even neglectful. But with Alucard? That was a silent hostility. You knew it well. He wasn’t an outwardly affectionate person in public. He wasn’t one for the boyish theatrics. Kissing for all to see, groping, grabbing. You could practically see his nose wrinkling in distaste at the prospect. He was an ancient vampire who had better ways to send a message while barely lifting a finger. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with it. You know he’s gotten hostile when he smoothly interjects into a conversation and asks you so sweetly; “Are you feeling cold?” You’re not feeling cold, but you’d answer his question with a smiling ‘yes,’ because you like the pleased smile he gets when he lays his coat over your shoulders and looks on at whoever was getting a bit too friendly. That look in his eyes would make the hairs rise on the back of your neck. You feel lucky that he’d never looked at you that way. Burning with murderous intent. A silent inferno that he kept under tight control. 

He’d burn that energy off with you late when the stars came out. Or… not so much burn, but melt it away, slowly, meticulously. Alucard had all the patience in the world for you, which meant that nothing would be done that wouldn’t be drawn out and savored entirely. Suffer you would for him during the day when a spur of neediness arises. 

“That’s too bad, my dear. Save it for tonight and I will ravish you until you can take no more.” The words are whispered against your temple to keep anyone around you from hearing. It doesn’t stave the needy lurch of your stomach. Alucard was so good at that. So good at making his rejections only spur you on more. 

Further along, you’re worried he’d trained you without words to only feel arousal when the sun sets. When he’d slide into bed with you, lay you back, and savor you like he intended to until the end of your time. To him, you were beautiful. A fantastic thing to behold — the magnificence of a human. A wondrous blip in time like a firework bursting in the dark of an infinite night. Alucard intended to enjoy you in slow motion. To admire every messy gunpowder star you possessed, all to himself, for your eternity. 

You are his, after all, and him yours. You feel it in the way he clutches you to himself late at night, long fingers cradling the back of your head so that your cheek is pressed up against his sternum. No heart beats there, but you feel the press of his chest and the false breath he breathes against you. You feel it in his kisses, gentle, but nipping and consuming. You see it in his eyes. They go wide and crazed when your attention is drawn away to another. He stays silent and unmoving but the air is already tight enough to choke on. 

And rarely. 

Very, rarely; you hear it in his voice. Nuzzling into your throat, grazing his teeth, nipping, biting, drawing a little blood here and there, and licking it clean… that’s when he’ll lean close and whisper into your ear with a voice like a purring beast. 

“Mine alone. Mine to cherish. Mine to love. You’re lost to them. Say it, say you love me.” 

Amidst the mess of limbs — too many limbs — amidst the mess of kisses — too many mouths — you can barely manage your answer between shuddered breaths. 

But you both knew there was no doubting what your answer would be once he let you catch your breath. “I love you.”

sanrio x junji ito

「tomie vaunt」

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“Do you really think you’ll stumble on another girl as beautiful as I?”

“But compared to my beauty you’re not even on the scale.”

“Surely those blessed with beauty such as mine have a responsibility to record it before it slips away forever.”

“You think this silly thing captures even a tenth of my beauty?”

“This is just the start of how pretty i can get.”

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my beauty is beyond human comprehension, even though people desperately want to capture it thru music, paintings and sculptures. when people see me they want to decide their entire life to try to encapsulate my allure, gracefulness and magnetic aura. to no avail, i cannot be copied, even the greatest artists wouldn’t be able to even come close to replicating my enchanting, dreamy and surreal visage.

i love myself so much i could look in the mirror for hours on end. absolutely no one and nothing can compare to me. i am prettier then all of the stars in the sky combined, even more beautiful then the most perfect scenery god has bestowed upon earth. it’s like i come from another planet, another universe. no, surely someone as perfect as me must be a gift from god straight from heaven.

i value myself highly and never underestimate myself because i know how powerful i am. i know that i am intelligent, strong and perfect in every possible way. i am very respected and my presence is intimidating, hypnotising and absolutely unforgettable. my aura is intoxicating, addicting and i am not afraid of being myself and i know that everyday i keep evolving and improving mentally, spiritually and emotionally. my personality is extremely charming and people are naturally attracted to me. i only need my own validation.

once people see me they are unable to forget me, people trip over their feet to try and compliment me. when they finally approach me they are so in awe of how even more perfect i am when up close that they suddenly are at a loss of words. people constantly shower me with gifts, write poems about their undeniable love for me and yet it seems like they believe that they will never be able to express their undying love no matter what they do.

when someone looks at me it feels all though all their problems and worries suddenly washed away and they cannot think about anything else then me and how to make me happy. when i give someone even the slightest bit of attention they get filled with bliss, gratefulness. but it’s expected i mean i am completely irresistible and my beauty is undefinable.

no one and nothing can ever compare to me. it simply isn’t possible to surpass my level of knowledge, allure and everything comes so easy for me, it’s like everything is rigged in my favour and i truly don’t have to put in any effort, everything falls into place for me while i just exist being my perfect self. i am healthy, protected and i only have positive experiences. i know myself and i am secure with who i really am, i always get opportunities that lead me to fulfilling my dreams.

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Omg I could use please do alucard with a short s/o doing a sleepover and her room being like the total opposite of what he has like it’s a pink and pretty:D

“Lulu I didn’t think you’d actually let me do your hair!”

You cheered happily while setting the curlers in his long hair. You had already washed, detangled, and trimmed his hair. All with no complaints from him. He sat you on his lap and he leaned his head over the sink to let you wash his hair. He was happily enjoying the view of your tits in his face as you leaned over him to reach.

“Well darling the longer you’re at this the longer I get to brag to intergra.”

“Brag to integra?”

“About how I actually have a love life and she doesn’t.”

You rolled his eyes as a deep chuckle erupted from his chest.

“You are so cruel to her for no reason.”

“It is all out of love for the old bat.”

He sat with his head laid on your lap as you applied the face mask on to him. Your pink fluffy headband pulling back his hair as you massaged his face.

“This is cold darling.”

“I know lulu, it’s wet. It’s going to be cold. Besides your skin is always freezing cold to the touch anyways, I’m surprised you even noticed.”

“Oh haha very funny.”

He brought your thighs across his shoulders, pressing them tighter against his head. The shorts you were wearing allowed him to feel the warmth from your skin. He let out a deep sigh as he grabbed at the fat of your thighs. If this is how you wanted to spend your nights together then he can get used to it…🎀

「tomie vaunt」

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“Do you really think you’ll stumble on another girl as beautiful as I?”

“But compared to my beauty you’re not even on the scale.”

“Surely those blessed with beauty such as mine have a responsibility to record it before it slips away forever.”

“You think this silly thing captures even a tenth of my beauty?”

“This is just the start of how pretty i can get.”

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my beauty is beyond human comprehension, even though people desperately want to capture it thru music, paintings and sculptures. when people see me they want to decide their entire life to try to encapsulate my allure, gracefulness and magnetic aura. to no avail, i cannot be copied, even the greatest artists wouldn’t be able to even come close to replicating my enchanting, dreamy and surreal visage.

i love myself so much i could look in the mirror for hours on end. absolutely no one and nothing can compare to me. i am prettier then all of the stars in the sky combined, even more beautiful then the most perfect scenery god has bestowed upon earth. it’s like i come from another planet, another universe. no, surely someone as perfect as me must be a gift from god straight from heaven.

i value myself highly and never underestimate myself because i know how powerful i am. i know that i am intelligent, strong and perfect in every possible way. i am very respected and my presence is intimidating, hypnotising and absolutely unforgettable. my aura is intoxicating, addicting and i am not afraid of being myself and i know that everyday i keep evolving and improving mentally, spiritually and emotionally. my personality is extremely charming and people are naturally attracted to me. i only need my own validation.

once people see me they are unable to forget me, people trip over their feet to try and compliment me. when they finally approach me they are so in awe of how even more perfect i am when up close that they suddenly are at a loss of words. people constantly shower me with gifts, write poems about their undeniable love for me and yet it seems like they believe that they will never be able to express their undying love no matter what they do.

when someone looks at me it feels all though all their problems and worries suddenly washed away and they cannot think about anything else then me and how to make me happy. when i give someone even the slightest bit of attention they get filled with bliss, gratefulness. but it’s expected i mean i am completely irresistible and my beauty is undefinable.

no one and nothing can ever compare to me. it simply isn’t possible to surpass my level of knowledge, allure and everything comes so easy for me, it’s like everything is rigged in my favour and i truly don’t have to put in any effort, everything falls into place for me while i just exist being my perfect self. i am healthy, protected and i only have positive experiences. i know myself and i am secure with who i really am, i always get opportunities that lead me to fulfilling my dreams.

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