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[thewriterwhowritesnot]

Alucard Music Headcannons - Mitski

A/N: Trying to get back into my being in love with Alucard Groove, folks. Don't mind me ;).

I am a firm believer that Alucard would be a slut for Mitski's music. Here's a list of songs I feel he'd love and why:

Francis Forever - I feel like this song would speak to him in so many different ways. It reminds him of how young he feels in life and love no matter how old he gets. His feelings of loneliness and isolation from the living and the dead.

Crack Baby - It's the slow progression of the song. To him, it feels like descending into the thoughts he often does his best to ignore in his daily life. The thoughts of how unfulfilled he feels sometimes. The constant longing for more, for something that he can't always possess. He often doesn't know what he wants but he knows that he had it once and he knows that he wants it back.

I Bet On Losing Dogs - This song reminds him of how he feels as if he's in a hopeless cycle of giving his energy to things that will inevitably fall apart by his hand or the hands of another. He's tired and exhausted with pain, being wrong, and being let down but, he can never get himself to stop trying or to stop seeking. It's bittersweet but he keeps drinking from the cup because, without his humanity and his desire for love, he'll have no reason to continue on.

Once More To See You - This song reminds him of where he's been and who he's known and who he's loved. The secrecy of new love and the sweetness of intimacy. It reminds him of innocence in love and the desire for closeness.

Your Best American Girl - It's the REGRET, my dudes. The suffocating feeling of knowing there are so many ways he feels robbed by life and by the greed and pride of others and the mistakes he's made. This song encapsulates his feelings of wishing things were different and how maybe in love he wishes he could come with less baggage.

Pink In The Night - Let's be real...Alucard is a very intense man and when he falls for someone he falls HARD. So hard that they infiltrate all parts of his mind. This song expresses the feelings he gets when he loves someone and how it resonates in his bones. Overcome with emotion and the drug of love.

Washing Machine Heart - Reminds him of how often he's felt like the odd one out and how in his experience it was rare that he felt chosen in love. Meaning, he's so multifaceted and in relationships, there have been imbalances that have led him to feel unwanted or simply misunderstood and rejected in that. He's a soft-hearted strong individual and this affects him deeply

Two Slow Dancers - This definitely speaks to him in regard to his feelings about time and how it passes. He's immortal and the knowledge of that weighs on him in happy times (and sad ones) because of the knowing that there are many he will have to say goodbye to as he goes on. Many memories will remain longer than the people who were a part of them. This song represents his grief, his love, and his hatred of time and memory.

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

Puppy Eyes

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Hector, oral sex reader giving, edge play, orgasm denial, and some swallowing, GN!reader.

A/N: Don’t come at me. This my first dom!reader fic and I’m taking it slow. You guys don’t need to know how disturbed I am just yet. I wanted this to be a GN fic so it’s open for everybody to read. I hope you guys like it.Enjoy!

Summary: Hector has been closed up in his work room all day so you go in to get him to step away. 

The flicker of candlelight cast dancing shadows over Hector’s face as you watched him work. He’d been in this zone long before evening and he hadn’t stopped since he started. Usually, you’d let him work peacefully and without interruption. Waiting for him to come to you as he always did when he was ready. But tonight was different. It was well past midnight and he was still busy. He’d barely eaten any of the food you brought to him and he’d not said a word to you since you’d arrived. 

   “Hector, why haven’t you eaten?” 

   He glances at you and then looks at the plate on his work table. “I had forgotten it was there. I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy.” 

You nod. “Quite busy.” He continues working as you move to stand behind him. “So busy you didn’t finish your breakfast or come up for lunch. We didn’t even take our walk like we usually do.” Lifting your right hand, you brush your fingertips over the shoulders of his tunic before slowly slipping them underneath it in search of his skin. 

   His body tenses up, already leaning into the warmth of your hand as you travel up his back. Your other hand grazes his jaw and rests around his neck. He whimpers, breathing shallow as you put your lips to his ear. “I don’t like it when you ignore me.” His palms are flat on the table when he turns to look at you. 

   “I wasn’t ignoring you.”

    “I couldn’t tell. Do you know how long I was standing here? And I made that sauce from scratch.” Releasing his neck, you dip a finger in the pool of still warm red sauce and bring it to his lips. Eyes on yours, he parts his lips for you, and you purse your lips to keep from gasping at the feel of his tongue as he sucked your finger. 

    He’s eager to put on a show and trying to get back in your good graces. His eyes roll into the back of his head. The vibration of his moan traveling through your hand. 

    You laugh. “It’s not that good.” 

     Hector releases your finger after playfully biting it and kisses the back of your hand. “It’s absolutely magnificent. Just like you.” Tipping his chin, he looks at you through his lashes. 

    “Puppy eyes and flattery aren’t going to make up for wasted food.” 

    “I’m not hungry for food.” The huskiness of his voice kicks up the speed of your pulse. Pupils dilated, his head falls back as your hand travels from his back to his front. Damn near hypnotized, he stares at your face as your fingers tap a rhythm across his pelvic before delving into his trousers. He moans when your fingers wrap around his cock. Instinctively, he reaches for you but you pull him tighter to you.

     “No. You don’t get to touch me right now.”

     Frowning, he puts his hands back on the table, letting your hands roam over his body while his knees weaken. Lips on his neck, you slowly drag your hand up and down his shaft as he struggles to breathe evenly. His hips start to buck involuntarily and though you’re pleased to see him already so needy you know that won’t do. Quickly, you spin him around and press him back. Trapping him between you and the table so he can’t move that far forward. 

    You pull at his clothes until his pants are by his knees and his tunic is on the floor.  He grips the table tightly as you kiss his chest, catching a nipple between your teeth with your hand already stroking him. 

   “Fuck.” He hisses and shuts his eyes, little whimpers catching his throat as he wills himself not to touch you. 

   “Look at me.” You say as you grab his chin, thumb tracing his tip. Obediently, his eyes shoot open. “Do you want to come?” He nods. 

   “I can’t hear you.” 

   “I do. Please let me come."

    “I don’t know.” You say, pleased by the pained look on his face. “I think I ought to make you suffer a little bit longer.” Dropping to your knees, you bring your lips to the tip of his cock to your lips and begin lapping up the drops of precum gathered there. 

   Biting your lip you stare into your lover’s eyes as you wrap your mouth around him. The sound he makes is mirrored by your own groan as you continue to taste him. Pressing his hips back against the table, you’re surprised you can hold him still as you devour him. He curses as you take him as far into your mouth as he can go before pulling all the way back and doing it over again. 

    The seconds stretch by as you continue to work him closer and closer to his release waiting until you feel him tense in that familiar way to let go of him completely. His knuckles are red as he continues to beg you to let him come, to let him rest. It's not until you see his legs starting to shake that you finally do. You let him touch you then, holding your head as his cock stiffens in your mouth. 

     He cries out, all but vibrating as you continue to suck him through his orgasm. The ropes of his seed spill down your throat and gather at the corners of your mouth as he comes undone. 

    Getting to your feet, you kiss him gently on his closed lids before pressing your lips to his. Soon his tongue is tangled with yours, tasting himself on you. 

    You step back abruptly, and snatch his hammer off the table behind him. A wicked smile spreads across your face. 

    "You'll get this back when we finish dinner. Now get dressed."