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“you’ll never meet another girl like me again. i can promise you that”.

“you seem very sure of yourself”.

“yes, because understand, there’s no other girl in the world quite as perfect as me”.

do it like tomie affirmations.

people just look at me and become murderously infatuated with me to the point that they’ll do anything for me and i absolutely take advantage of that.

compared to my beauty no one’s even on the scale.

there’s no better pleasure than to live as a beauty.

i have everyone hypnotised into a loving trance with my beauty so that they will do anything for me.

my only real interest is myself.

i’m so used to people just being immediately in love with me and doing exactly what i want.

i’m frequently described as almost impossibly beautiful by those i meet.

my mere presence seems to drive people to become fixated on me, positively.

the more i look at myself, the more beautiful i look.

mark my words, you’ll never find another girl of my caliber.

i’m the prettiest girl everyone has ever seen.

my beauty captivate people utterly.

i’m the protagonist of the world.

people will never stumble on another girl as beautiful as me.

not even the highest quality camera can capture a tenth of my beauty.

when people see me all they can think about is “what a bewitching girl”.

i have the ability to seduce people to do my bidding.

through my perfect tactics of seduction i eventually draw any person to fall in love with me.

my beauty’s eternal.

poor thing, it’s a pity you weren’t born with my natural charms.

everywhere i go people can’t take their eyes off me, not even for a second.

everyone desperately confesses their immense love for me.

my beauty’s otherworldly and everyone agrees.

people worships the ground i walk on.

“this woman has this… strange supernatural power. they’ll do anything for her – even murder if she asks for it”.

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

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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.”

In which Alucard and his Deity!Darling are on a mission together, and he loses control when she gives him a glimpse of submission🪽✨

II. Breathtaking ………….

18+ (minors dni) // light almost-smut, yandere

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Alucard pins you beneath him, catching you by surprise. He clutches your wrists with rough claws. When you fall, it’s behind a set of bushes. Before you can sputter and protest, airships, no doubt seeking Hellsing presence, whizz by above you. Their bright search lights are fixed on the path you were once walking. If you would have stayed there, they would have caught you. Given the urgency of your matter, that wouldn’t have been preferable; there’s no telling how many soldiers they would have sent.

Gathered in such an intimate position, he’s shocked you’re not fighting him. He supposes you’ve learned to pick your poison. He doesn’t mean any harm to you… yet.

He waits for you to ask him to get up. You don’t. The ships have long passed. He wonders if you’re simply frozen with anticipation. He knows what that’s like, to be tantalized by the moment.

“That was close.” You mutter eventually. “They’re getting more desperate.”

“They are.” He agrees grimly. “Their interference would have been a nuisance.”

His piercing orbs trace your jawline, watching as you swallow whatever else you wanted to say. Such a pretty throat you have. The blood there is celestial. He’s never tasted the nectar of a deity before. He wonders if it’s toxic to a creature like him. If so, then maybe he was meant to perish like this, at your whim; maybe you were meant to die together.

He refuses to allow his impulses to overwhelm him. You’ve been warming up to him lately. While your edges remain quite sharp, they’ve significantly softened since your first encounter. Without the proper signals, he won’t completely cross your boundaries.

Meanwhile, you adjust beneath him. Inspecting his pale face, you think he’s rather handsome. In the moonlight, even more so. His glasses are off, revealing irises with subliminal messaging, coaxing you to submit. You huff. Vampires are a cocky breed. You’ve encounter his kind in the past. They were the same as him — snarky and sure of themselves… until they weren’t.

You’ll show him. He may be the father of all vampires, but you’re certain you’ve handled worse threats. Contrary to what he might believe, you’re not one to be dominated.

“I could have handled myself.” You whisper, eyes peering into his. “But… thank you.”

He pauses. Your energy is shifting. You’re receptive to him. After endless nights of watching over you, having you grow used to his presence, ensuring that you miss him when he’s not around — are you finally ready?

“You could have handled yourself.” The vampire echoes. “Is that why I was the one to act?”

He dips down, smooth black locks tickling your face. Brazenly, his lips brush against yours. He closes his eyes for the serene moment, taking you in. He’s amused that you don’t pull away. Yes, perhaps you want this, too.

“My sweet Goddess.” He purrs. “Have I not shown you that I’m capable of protecting you?”

You stir restlessly. He notices your thighs rubbing together, unconsciously creating friction in your lower region. You don’t seem to have any control over your physical form. Humanistic sensations are afflicting you. Lust is meant to be a foreign concept to higher beings, isn’t it? You’re reaching for a forbidden fruit.

“You… have done your best.” You admit, frowning gently. “I thanked you, didn’t I?”

“Thanked me!” He scoffs incredulously, planting a ginger kiss to your jaw. “The woman of my deepest fixations need not give me gratitude; she need only give me a fair chance.”

He indulges in your beauty, trying with every fibre of his undead being to avoid stealing a glance at your neck. His mood is different than it was a moment earlier. He wants to feed on you while he fucks you. The urge is damn near unable to be repressed.

“I want to claim you.” He confesses, voice husky and baritone. “But… I shouldn’t.”

He tries to believe what he says. He really, really does. Except he can see the panic rising on your features, and it’s driving his animalistic senses up the wall. It’s the first glimpse of your anxiety. You, a gorgeous creature, trusted a starving vampire to get this close to you.

The vulnerability you’re exuding is intoxicating. It’s making his head spin. He inhales your natural scent. His long tongue flickers out to lap upthe subtle layer of sweat on your quivering throat. That’s enough deliberation. That’s enough abstaining. He’s going to do it. He can’t stop himself.

Maybe you really are a witch, casting spells to lower his locus of control so you can vanquish him when he’s preoccupied. He chuckles darkly. That would be fun. He’s always preferred a mate he can play with prior to totally dominating them.

“My dear… you’re irresistible.”

Alucard’s fangs protrude, and he gradually sinks down to the area above your collarbone. Softly, you moan. He hums approvingly when you bear your neck for him. His mesmerizing orbs become predatorial. He’s dreamt of this moment. He going to guide you into the afterlife with him, and make you his first wife in decades.

At the last second, the tides shift.

From the heavens, a ray of light rains down on him. He notices a second too late. By the time he retracts, and leaps back from you, one of his long legs is trapped in the beam. It severs instantly. Although he doesn’t feel it, there’s a humiliation to the act which causes him to howl.

He skids to one knee and bares his teeth. With a gloved hand, he wipes the drool that dropped from the side of his mouth — evidence of his lust for you. He’s speechless. Rage and vigour twist in his chest.

You’re hovering a few inches above the ground. A bright light pours out of your eye sockets and mouth. You’re grinning at him.

“You didn’t actually think I’d willingly let you turn me, did you?” You snicker cruelly. “Foolish Dracula.”

He growls lowly. You know what it does to him when he hears you utter his name — his true alias from days of old.

“Tempting little witch.” He snarls, fangs protruding from his ajar mouth. “Why do you give me the illusion of possessing you, as if I have not spent countless nights resting on your limerence?”

He lost sight of himself. His safety ought to override his impulses. But in that moment, when he saw how submissive you — a powerful Goddess — were being to his touch, he was a slave to desire. You could have killed him with your offensive light. That excites him. You really are capable of eviscerating Anderson, aren’t you?

You return to the ground. The whiteness beaming from your eyes and mouth also tapers off. You’re back to how he recognizes you in no time, except the smirk hasn’t left your features.

“Can I rely on you to keep your mind on the mission, thirsty corpse?”

He wonders what it would be like to overpower you now. You wouldn’t let him win easily. In fact, he doesn’t know the extent of your strength just yet. You stand a good chance of destroying him. He’ll have to be patient if he wants a shot at obtaining you.

He’s coming around to the idea that it wasn’t the time to turn you. Integra would have been pissed. She was lenient when he turned Seras, but you? And in the middle of a crucial expedition, no less? She wouldn’t have shown him mercy this time. But… part of him doesn’t care; part of him — a deep, hushed voice at the back of his mind — urges him to do it anyways, that a mighty king is more than deserving of an all-powerful queen. It’s you who incites the covetous side of him.

“You can.” Alucard snickers humourlessly. “Until our work together is complete.”

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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