Jobe Bellingham as your cutie patootie bf! ⋆.˚ 18+ | part one & two note: last part mwah
bf jobe! who sighs heavily just to get your attention. he looks at you at first, trying to get you to look at him but when you don’t he just sighs quite loudly. And if that doesn’t work? He’ll go for the oldest method in the book, which is crawling into your personal space and kissing the skin on your shoulders while whining a soft “love.. i need you to look at me.”
bf jobe! is good at everything he sets his mind to on god. when you two are out on a little date, he tries to impress you BIG time and it always ends up a success (because you love him so much and he isn't even trying to act adorable– he’s just naturally like that)
bf jobe! steals your food when you aren’t looking. cheeky little brat this one. he has his own meal in front of him but when yours looks a little too good? His sneaky fingers takes a salmon avocado sushi roll from your plate and pops it into his mouth. And when you turn your head and see one is missing you exhale tiredly but he takes no offense and briefly stops chewing to smile sweetly at you. You can’t even be mad because that’s your baby boy.
bf jobe! face time's you like a bazillion times when he knows he won't be seeing you during hardcore training days. when he's halfway across the country, you reassure him that you're fine and doing well and that's what he likes to hear! but honestly.. he’s just so you-pilled that he needs at least your voice to function. if you aren’t there physically then he has to resort looking through photos of you and him on his phone like an ex omg.. (he only ever calls you a lot in a single day when his schedule isn't as packed)
bf jobe! who sticks closer when he sees another guy walk beside you intentionally or looking at you in a way that doesn’t sit right with him. even when you don’t notice it, he always does. just because he's on his phone does not mean he’s distracted– he’s got an eye for these things! his arm is already sliding over your shoulder and he’ll gently nudge you close enough to show you something funny on his phone so the guy can piss off.
bf jobe! who’s just so big everywhere. from his thighs to his ass and his arms… it’s insanity how he walks around sometimes even shirtless just to get your attention. he notices the blush on your cheeks and the way you try to look the other way but hey, remember that he’s a cuddler so he’s gonna be cuddling you fully naked if he has to. one thing he thinks that’s cute is how flustered you get when he’s just in his boxers, your eyes drifting down past his stomach to the bulge behind his underwear and you just get all shy and scrambled because of him. he’ll make a good note of that for later..
bf jobe! sometimes cries into your chest from being overwhelmed by a game or when people put him down for not “leveling” with his brother. his usually large and protective body becomes so small and vulnerable when he’s crying in your arms and your heart begins to ache seeing him this way. he’s honest about his struggles and after he’s done, he’ll hide into your neck until his tears run dry. he trusts and loves you so much, please tell him that he’s the most talented and important person ever :(
bf jobe! who loves praise. praise him during and after a match. praise him for training well during his pre-game routine. praise him for being able to get his shit together despite everyone’s discouraging words of him not "being able" to be on par with jude. His family and you are literally the only reason he’s still on the pitch trying. he’s doing it for you and the team. well, it’s mostly ‘cause his beautiful and cherished girl is watching him play the entire time on the field.
bf jobe! had this memory ingrained in his head when you put on lipstick which was a dark shade of red for fun and you drew him closer by his hoodie strings to kiss his face all over. up his forehead, chin, cheeks, nose and even down to his neck and throat were filled with your lip stained kisses and he found that equally cute and so incredibly sexy.
bf jobe! who wakes you up with little kisses when he has to go for training once more. if he isn’t training that day he stays in bed waiting for you to wake up. he’s an early bird and takes a moment to admire you even in your sleep. it’s a free day so he’ll just curl up to spoon you from behind (his long legs tangled with yours and his torso pressed close to your back) while he buries his face into your hair.
bf jobe! who does this silly little thing where he plays a slow song on his phone and does a side to side dance movement with his shoulders as he approaches you with a big grin on his face. his eyes shining with mischief as he pulls you closer by your hands while gently swaying both your bodies while the song plays out. he twirls and dips you like a romantic before kissing your cheek, whispering a sweet “love you.”
and when you don’t say it back immediately just to tease him, he acts offended, “i said i love you–” but then he notices your playful expression, so he just tickles you for being a brat. two can play at that game!
bf jobe! who fucks you sweet when you're good to him and hard when you're bein difficult. mostly though, he lays you down all nice on the bed and eats you out while fingering your wet pussy over and over until you soak his sheets. you're so plaint underneath him, truly. but he's aching for your touch too, “fuck.. touch me. y-yeah.. right here baby.." he melts when you suck him and take him real deep past your gag reflex and he always comes so well after you're done with him.
bf jobe! stares at you when you aren't looking his way. he admires the way you speak, dress, how you present yourself and how you talk about certain things that interests you. sometimes he even catches himself staring a bit too long that he forces himself to look away.
bf jobe! who literally listens to every single thing you say to him. you tell him to pose for a picture randomly ‘cause he looks cute that day? his hand is already forming a thumbs up at the camera. “jobe, baby– hi. pose for me real quick, okay? you're so cute in that big fluffy jacket.” and he does just that, smiles all cute that his little dimple forms on his left side and he clings to you so you both can stare at all the pictures you've taken of him, you suppose he's your very own adorably stunning super model.
when you suddenly became TOO passionate about your recent celebrity crush but you don’t want to feed into the parasocially questionable fanbase that they already have so you lowkey just stfu
tags: jobe bellingham x reader, social media stalking (just once), fluff, fluff and more fluff, I'm just so in love with him, bye.
now playing: paper rings by taylor swift.
notes: hi, this is my first time writing for jobe so if there's any mistake or something, any suggestion, advice, correction, etc, will be welcome, also english is not my first language and google translator is being used so I'm so sorry for any grammar mistake. I feel like this was kind of shitty but I'll improve, I promise.
The night you met Jobe, you never thought you would. It was a quiet, boring night in your room, watching your favorite show for the thousandth time. Then your group of friends started buzzing, and two of them suggested going to a get-together they'd been invited to, unaware that one of the Bellingham brothers would be there.
Although you initially refused, one of your closest friends came to your house and practically dragged you out (she didn't, but she made you get out of bed and get dressed).
When you arrived at the party, it was a small gathering; the number of people wasn't huge, but there were still a considerable number.
As you joined a group of people, thanks to one of your friends who knew them (and was responsible for you being there), your gaze fell on one of the guys in particular.
When you realized who it was, you tried not to look like a crazy person for staring at him for too long. Of course you knew who he was; it was impossible not to at this point. So when your eyes met his, you gave him a sly smile, which he returned.
That night you talked a little, shared laughs, and even followed each other on Instagram, but you definitely wouldn't believe what happened after that.
That night, when you got home, you went to his Instagram profile and spent so much time there that you came across a post from 2019, which, without meaning to, and because you were falling asleep, you liked.
And immediately you received a message.
"Are you stalking me?"
"Damn," you muttered, now fully awake.
"A little, maybe."
"Lol, I was about to text you but I didn't know how to start the conversation. Thanks for giving me a reason."
A smile lit up your face, and after that, your bond with Jobe strengthened until the day you both finally confessed your feelings for each other a couple of months later, and then he asked you to be his girlfriend, which brings us to where we are now.
It's crazy to think that one night you were stalking him, and now you're lying on his bed, with him lying on top of you like his personal teddy bear, and you're reading one of the books on the bookshelf in his room.
"Sleep with me, please."
He asked, his voice muffled against your chest, making you laugh. You closed the book and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, your legs around his waist.
"You're so needy."
"Shut up and kiss me."
But it wasn't always like this. At first, when you were both in denial, or playing dumb, you were playing this cat-and-mouse game where, at gatherings with mutual friends, you'd both coincidentally disappear at the same time, but the truth was you were both in the bathroom making out passionately. You ignored him in public because you didn't want the press to interfere with what you were building. But the best thing that had happened to you was being honest with him and discovering that he felt the same way, and being able to wake up next to him after you'd promised the night before that he'd take you home after the movie you'd said you'd watch.
One night, already a couple, you texted him saying you weren't feeling well, to which he replied saying he'd pick you up in about 20 minutes after you told him you wanted to see him.
"What's wrong, honey?" He murmured once you stepped out of your house, wrapping his long arms around you. You simply hid in his embrace and let the warmth of his hug comfort you.
"I don't want to talk about it now. It was a long day. Can I have a kiss instead?"
Your chin rested on his chest, and he simply placed a short, affectionate kiss on your forehead, murmuring,
"Of course you can."
He gently pressed his lips to yours.
"Maybe two," he said.
You smiled subtly as his lips met yours again with that warmth and love only he knew how to give.
"Or maybe three."
By then, you were already beaming when, this time, he placed a loud, smacking kiss on your lips. You giggled and looked up at him, having to tilt your chin slightly because of his height.
"There's my favorite smile. Come on, darling."
That night he took you out to dinner, nothing fancy, just the two of you at a burger joint away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
You'd already ordered your food and were chatting about trivial things, what you'd done during the day, and so on, until your food arrived.
When you finished, you were simply there, existing together, him making you laugh and him laughing too. God, you loved his smile and the way his face lit up when he smiled.
You were snapped out of your trance when you saw his hands move toward the napkin holder. You watched intently as he glanced at you with a smile, his eyes glancing sideways until you finally saw what he was doing, making your heart leap in your chest.
"Would you, beautiful lady, marry me with paper rings?"
You laughed, and although you knew he was just joking, you couldn't help but think that someday, in the future, that scenario could become real with a real ring.
"Of course I would marry you with paper rings, sir."
He then carefully took your hand, slipped the makeshift ring onto your finger, and leaned across the table to kiss you with a smile that was practically invisible.
Come to think of it, you wouldn't mind marrying him with paper rings, a real ring, or anything else, as long as it was with him.
Jobe Bellingham as your cutie patootie bf! ⋆.˚ 18+ | part one
bf jobe! who ties your shoelaces when they’ve come undone. he sits you someplace with shade and his body would shield the sun away from your face so he can bend and re-tie them.
bf jobe! who once jacked off in the locker room to you when he was missing you so much :c his fingers pumping his length were not as good as how your warm pussy feels. he’s never satisfied with jacking off but at least he can visualize how’d you’d look like when stuffed full of his cock.
bf jobe! loves resting his head in between your boobs. no matter the size, he lives for them anyway. If they’re big, he’ll use those as his pillow and if they’re little, he sucks various love bites into your skin, liking the way your flesh bruises a pretty shade of red.
bf jobe! who never gets tired of hugging you. he buries and rubs his face into your shoulder like an oversized cat and sniffs you delightedly, feeling that little smile on your skin. always pressing soft kisses to your neck as well since you always smell so good to him he just can’t get enough.
bf jobe! has inside jokes with his favorite girl. just because you both are dating he doesn’t make it any different with how limited his jokes can get.
bf jobe! holds you close in a crowded area. likes to hold and intertwine his fingers with yours as if to attach himself to you. if that’s not enough, he interlinks his arm with yours or just lets you walk in front of him with both his hands gripping your hips.
bf jobe! who carries you when your legs are tired from walking. sure it’s the bare minimum but sometimes you insist that he doesn’t have to but he just chuckles at that. you don’t want his arms wrapped around you? how about his hands underneath your thighs to hold you close and secure? or when he tucks your head into his solid chest as he kisses your forehead whispering sweet words into your ear? the longer you resist, the more you want.
bf jobe! stands behind you at ALL times. anywhere and everywhere he’s your personal bodyguard. he stands tall (6’3) so he uses that as an advantage to protect you
bf jobe! back hugger. yup. hugs you from the back and just fully drowns you in his body. wraps his long sturdy limbs around you just to snuggle and to annoy you (because holy shit he’s heavy!)
bf jobe! who falls asleep on you during movie marathons. usually he can keep his eyes open no problem but when his favorite girl is beside him all warm and cute, he’s the type to just lay his head on your shoulder or if he’s really tired, he buries his face into your lap.
bf jobe! who covers your body when you bend down to pick something up, only for him to turn and look at your ass with a shy little grin on his face. another thing where he has to bend his knees to talk to you because of the height difference and cheekily caresses your cheek with his thumb because you laughed at one of his jokes.
bf jobe! secretly has a size kink. all over you and in bed, it gets pretty obvious. he sees you wearing one of his jerseys which was one too many sizes on you? instant turn on. or when your pretty eyes begin to water slightly when he tries to fit his cock into you, his favorite part is when he sees the little bulge peeking over your lower tummy. don’t be mad if he cums on the spot, you’re just so fucking hot to him.
bf jobe! who clings to you during a horror attraction LMAO he gets all jumpy and scared but swears he can protect you (and he will, he’s trying!), “s-shit! why’s that even there–” before he can finish another stage actor frights him which sends his heart leaping out of his chest. all he can do is hold you while walking down the horror house alert with a nervous smile on his face.
bf jobe! who’s actually introverted and when you do all the talking outside while he’s on his phone, he just admires you when you order a drink for the both of you (he’s paying duh) but when everything you do turns him on so pathetically, it’s hard not to be hard.
summary: tired of your partners being unable to keep up with your high libido during your heats, you turn to an online matchmaking service for hybrids in-cycle. when the algorithm pairs you with a gorgeous wolf hybrid boasting a 98.6% compatibility match between you, your prey instincts scream in protest, but his predator stamina may prove to be exactly what you've been looking for
Ding! The sudden digital chime cut through the quiet of your room. Your laptop was still glowing with the homepage of KnotAlone, a matching service for hybrids entering their cycles. Even now, your cheeks burned thinking of the exhaustive questionnaire you’d submitted— specifically the humiliating admission that even other rabbit hybrids didn’t satisfy your libido.
You dropped what you were doing immediately in favor of eagerly reading the match report. “Valko Ao,” you read slowly, scrolling down the profile that the website claimed you had a 98.6% compatibility match with.
Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. Not only were you compatible, but numbers like that usually indicated an ideal mate. There was just one glaring concern on his profile: he was a wolf hybrid.
Your inner prey instincts shrieked in protest. Yet, as you stared at the attached photo, your throat went dry. With his sharp jawline, striking eyes, and furry burgundy ears poking through his hair, the man was undeniably gorgeous.
Worse, his profile had a warning listed: Lupine genes present extreme rut cycles. Past cycles managed via pharmaceuticals due to high stamina projections.
So, he’s never had a partner, you thought. A pent-up predator didn’t bode well, especially not to a bunny. Even so, according to the warning, he had the exact untapped reservoir of energy that you needed to get through your insatiable heats. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was breathtakingly easy on the eyes.
A sudden, sharp throb low in your belly shattered your hesitation. The early waves of your heat were beginning to roll in, warming your skin and sending a restless twitch through your elongated ears. You didn’t have the luxury of time, especially not to second-guess the man that, admittedly, exacerbated the effects of your impending heat.
Shifting your finger across the touchpad of your laptop, you slammed the Accept Pairing button before the more logical side of your brain could talk you out of it.
In an instant, the screen flashed with a bold, celebratory notification: MATCH CONFIRMED!
A soft gasp escaped your lips. He had already accepted. Before your mind could fully process that little fact, a new interface slid into view.
KnotAlone Chatroom: Valko and You
The text bubble at the bottom of the screen was already bouncing, the three dots doing their usual rhythmic dance before disappearing, replaced by a message that was surprisingly warm for an apex predator.
Valko Ao: Hello! So glad you accepted the match. To be honest, I was worried my profile statistics would scare people off.
You blinked at the screen, intrigued. His message was devoid of the growling dominance and arrogance you had come to expect from predator hybrids. Another message came through before you formulated a response.
Valko Ao: Your profile mentioned needing someone who can match your stamina, right? That works out perfectly. My doctors always insisted that my rut cycles are too intense for a standard pairing, so I’ve just been using suppressants up until now. I’d love to help you through your heat if you’ll have me. When does your cycle start?”
You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard as a flush crawled up your neck. It was one thing to fill out personal info on a questionnaire, but it was another to openly share with another person.
You: within the next two days at least. Already feeling the warning signs :/
Valko Ao: that’s fine! I can clear my schedule right away.
His easy, accommodating response did wonders for your nerves. Over the next two days, the anticipated dread of your impending heat transformed into something entirely different. Valko texted you constantly, sending jokes, asking about your personal preferences and hobbies, and sharing bits of his own life. By the time the warning signs had become full-blown symptoms, you found that you were genuinely excited to meet him, even if the circumstances weren’t the most ideal.
You woke on the third morning drenched in sweat, your skin hypersensitive to every little touch. Your panties were already soaked and sticking to your swollen folds. It was pitiful, really, how quickly you were made a slave to your own biology, no more able to fight it than you were able to count the stars in the sky.
With a shaky hand, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, shooting Valko a simple text, followed by your address.
You: I need you
He replied almost instantly, informing you that he was on his way. With a groan, you dropped your phone onto the bed, curling into yourself and wishing you could sleep away the scorching need coursing through your body. It felt like mere minutes had passed when a knock echoed through your apartment.
You stumbled from your bed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to see Valko standing in the hallway, his ears twitching almost nervously. Before he could even say hello, he froze. The combination of seeing you in such a vulnerable state and smelling the sweet, heady scent that seeped from your apartment had rendered him speechless, his mouth watering and his cock already hardening in his pants.
He swallowed thickly. For a fraction of a second, Valko tried to hold onto his manners, but the more of you he inhaled, the more he felt like a wolf rather than a man. He opened his mouth to greet you, fighting every urge to pin you to the wall of the entryway and take you there, but his throat constricted and his body locked up.
You could see in the rigid set of his posture that he was at least trying to be a gentleman, but you didn’t want a gentleman at the moment. You needed him rough, and you needed him now.
While he was still trying to pull himself together in the doorway, you tugged him in by the fabric of his shirt, the door slamming closed behind him. He stumbled forward, his polite composure crumbling to dust under your touch. You practically dragged him through your apartment to your bedroom, and his hand hovered over your waist.
“I’m Valko,” he finally managed, his voice raspy as his eyes locked onto the way you were already pulling your shirt over your head.
You giggled at that, and Valko thought it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard.
“I sure hope so.” He flushed, embarrassment crawling up his spine. Obviously you knew who he was. You wouldn’t have let him in otherwise. He blamed it on your intoxicating scent. It was muddling his brain and making it impossible to focus on anything that wasn’t you. You, who was now wrapping your arms around his shoulders and mouthing at his neck, pressing your body flush against his.
Before he could even think, his strong arms landed on your hips, pushing you back slightly to make space. You pouted, and he suddenly felt like a world-class villain.
“Easy, sweetheart. I’m gonna help you,” he soothed, pushing you backwards until the bed hit the back of your knees. You fell onto the plush on the mattress, bouncing slightly. Your breath quickened. Through the haze of your arousal, you were vaguely aware that you had invited a predator into your home. You were also acutely aware that even the worst of your heat cycles had never affected you as much as the hulking man that was guiding your pliant body to lie against the pillows.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands ghosting over your bare skin, his fingertips skimming the lacy fabric of your bra. It was almost painful, the way his cock was straining against his pants.
You placed your hand atop his, guiding it to cup your breast. “You don’t have to be sweet, you know?”
He locked eyes with you, searching for any hesitation or reservations, and found none, only pure want and need. He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and unrestrained instinct.
You arched your body into his, your hips grinding against the bulge in his slacks. He groaned into the kiss, his hands shooting down to hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling both down in one firm tug. Your bra followed shortly after, leaving you entirely bare beneath him. God, you were a fucking vision.
The whimper he let out was pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when a pretty little bunny was completely offering herself to him. Your hands were everywhere, sliding beneath his shirt, stroking his ears, palming his leaking cock. Wherever you could reach.
He reluctantly pulled away from you once more, just long enough to strip his own clothing. His impressive build had you salivating, and your weeping pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation as he resumed his spot above you, your legs on either side of his hips.
“Please, Valko, please I need you,” you practically sobbed, staring up at him with watery eyes. Valko’s heart thundered in his chest, a possessive pang shooting through his chest.
It was too much. Your desperate pleading, your legs spread for him, your cunt on display just for him. It was maddening. He lined himself up with your pulsing hole, and you keened, eager to finally be filled, pushing your hips up to force him deeper.
You were dripping, his thick cock stretching you with ease as he sunk all the way to the hilt. You moaned loudly, your fingers clawing into the sheets. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your throat.
“So tight,” he groaned deeply, nearly growling. He was already panting and he’d only just begun. “You feel so— ngh—good.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you like you never wanted him to leave. “More, Valko, pleasepleaseplease,” you begged, urging him to move, to touch you, anything that would quell the wanton need that radiated from your core.
His hips snapped into yours, the blunt head of his cock molding your insides around him. It took everything he had not to cum prematurely. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, and he was sure this was as close to heaven as a man could get.
The delicious drag of his cock had you beyond words, only able to cry out with pleasure every time his hips met yours. Your breath was ragged as he pounded into your slick hole, and your fingernails left red claw marks on his shoulders that he would later marvel at in the mirror.
“So perfect,” Valko breathed. “Made just for me.” His face was flushed a magnificent shade of his red, and his eyes were heavily lidded, drawn to the juncture where your bodies met, your slick leaking around his cock and soaking the bedsheets.
You cried out his name, the edge of pleasure so tantalizingly close. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, spurring him on, his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming frantic. He was already swelling at the base, but he’d be damned if he embarrassed himself and finished before you. Inexperienced though he was, he wasn’t a total prude.
He brought his thumb to circle your neglected clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. You squealed, arching into his touch, your pussy spasming tightly around him as your vision went white.
Valko gasped, his own release overtaking him. Hot spurts of cum flooded your fluttering walls, and his swollen knot kept it all plugged snugly inside you and kept you connected to each other.
Your vision was hazy, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, you actually felt sated, at least for the time being until your body again demanded more of him.
Quiet settled over the room, save for the twin sounds of your heavy breaths. Valko grinned broadly, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he dropped his forehead onto yours, nuzzling his nose against your face. Behind him, his heavy tail thumped against the mattress.
It was comforting to be wrapped in such strong arms and taken care of, but the peace was short-lived; your body, in its current state, was already squirming beneath him for friction.
Valko groaned deeply, still sensitive from his release only minutes prior, but the thick smell of your pheromones was pulling him into renewed lust right along with you.
Whether it was with your knees pressed to your chest, from behind where he could watch your cute little tail twitch, or holding you on his lap to fuck up into you, he couldn't get enough of you or the sinful sounds you made when he was buried deep inside you. It was hours before he collapsed onto the bed beside you, his cum dripping down your thighs and a satisfied grin on his face as he took in how thoroughly wrecked you looked all because of him.
As your breathing finally slowed, Valko pulled you into his embrace, clawed fingers stroking up and down your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was that alright?” he asked, his voice rough and vibrating against your skin.
“I’m perfect,” you rasped, burying your face in his chest, your heart swelling at his genuine care. “Better than perfect. I can see why your profile had a warning on it,” you laughed, recalling the words of caution on his profile.
He let out a soft, pleased sound, his arms tightening around you as if he had absolutely no intention of leaving the bed—or your life—anytime soon. It was like your scent had completely rewired the primitive part of his brain, the part that was now claiming you as his own despite the brief acquaintance. Though, to be fair, you had done more than what typical acquaintances do. He didn't think he could be satisfied being just your heat partner.
A flush crawled up his neck as he debated with himself, his wolf ears twitching nervously, but there was no time like the present. “That’s good. I’m glad I didn't disappoint.” He hesitated, the words he truly wanted to say sticking in his throat. It didn't help that you were looking up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes. Now that his more animalistic side had been satisfied and your scent wasn't sending him into a frenzy, he could take the time to admire just how delicate your features were.
“I know we still have a few days left to get through, and I’m not going anywhere, but when this is over, would you want to go on a proper date with me?”
His words had barely even registered before a bright smile lit up your face, and sweet giggles spilled from your lips. You nodded, your long ears shifting with the movement.
Valko grinned widely, his sharp teeth on display, both relieved and overjoyed that this had the potential to become more than just a means to satisfy your respective biological instincts. A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, already planning where to take you. His mind filled with images of you—dressed up all pretty and soft and entirely his.
Guys, I SWEAR I’m working on your requests. The World Cup completely took over my schedule, and thanks to that I became obsessed with these men (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
So if anyone wants to request for them, I’m more than happy to do it!
Okay this is really dark but like imagine Alucard gifting you his own heart 👀
He absolutely would
He doesn’t need it to stay alive per say so he can do whatever
It’d be deeper into your relationship, after he realizes he’s truly, madly in love with you
He’d make a show of it, candles, wine, all of those sorts of things
Then he’d pull it out in a little box
You’d be frightened and confused at first, not knowing whose heart it is, but he’d explain
“A vampire’s greatest weakness is their heart. For many, a stake through the heart means certain death, but not for me. I’ve lived centuries y/n, and surpassed many of the weaknesses that plague vampirekind, but I’ve found I have a new weakness.”
He’d take your hand before continuing
“You are my greatest weakness. You own me, heart, mind, and soul. My very being belongs to you. The only death I can truly experience now would be to lose you. I wanted to give you my heart, once my greatest weakness, because you are my everything, and if anything happened to you, I might as well be dead.”
His words were so passionate, so full of fire
Your cheeks lit up bright red, and you had no idea how to respond
“I-I love you too, but please put this back in your chest, I’m worried,” You replied, pushing the box back towards him
He’d laugh and take it back
It was mostly a symbolic gift, but he meant every word
He adored you in a way that he couldn't put into words. A man with centuries of experience and life on him, and yet he had no idea how to explain how infatuated with you. How could a man like him be gifted with someone so pure, so angelic, someone unlike him. You weren't dirtied with the blood of thousands like he was. Though, that was nothing compared to what he'd do for you. He'd kill millions if you wanted him to. There is nothing on heaven, or hell, or Earth that could keep him from making you happy. Because without you he wouldn't be the man he was. You made him calmer and more efficient.
Knowing that he had you waiting at home for him made him want to be less reckless. Though he did love how you worried about him whenever he was injured. Your worried expression softened him. God forbid if you ever cried over him. The man would damn there lose his mine as he held you. Why did you have to be so good to him?
If anything were to happen to you, he would lose his mind. A tirade would come from the man loved you more than he loved anything in his entire life.
Alucard, a man of evils. A man who you managed to soften. A man who would protect you from any harm they may come.
