Spinoff of my last HC post because uh I don't have ideas. Also, give me requests, I thrive off them. My asks are always open!
He's a jackass. I'm sorry, but he is. Total asshole
Yet you love him anyway
Ultimately, he likes the ego boost you give him no matter how that's given. If you're with him, he automatically assumes you think he's just as attractive as he thinks he is, and that's an ego boost if i've ever seen one.
He is lazy as all hell. Type of dude to ask you to bring him the remote that's 3 feet away.
Leaves his dirty, blood stained clothes on the floor of the cabin because he conveniently forgets to pick them up.
In his mind, he's always right. Even if he gets inklings of realization that he fucked something up, he refuses to admit doing so because he refuses to be wrong. He'll keep arguing his point and dig himself into a deeper hole he'll leave himself in.
He isn't very emotionally supportive, either. Shocker. He's the type of person to just roll his eyes at you and tell you to get over it.
With all this, you'd think he didn't give a damn about you, but no. Not the case at all. Let anyone try something, whether to hurt you, or to charm you, and he's right there, trying to scare whoever it is off in one way or another. He's a jealous, possessive man, and he'll be damned if someone tried to take or harm what was his.
However, if you comment on this, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.
Never says 'i love you', even if you said it first. The most you'll get is a grunt, flat out ignored, or at most, a 'you too.' When he's feeling nice, of course.
Not an affectionate guy in the slightest and in fact, he's quite rough with everything he does. Not the type of dude to date if you're faint hearted, but of course, you knew what you were getting into when you got with a serial killer, didn't you?
Sorry if this is short I have the attention span of a gold fish and I ultimately just wanted to get this out here because contrary to possible belief I am not dead
I figured damn I needed to get this blog started so uhh, we're starting here 😎 this is pretty much a test run and stuff since I'm still figuring stuff out
I HC him as one of the more sane pastas (as sane as he could be, and not counting when he gets hungry, lawl) and probably your best bet if you're aiming at a.. semi normal relationship.
Wouldn't show his face to you at first, and would probably put up a fight about it until you wore him down.
Not much of a talker, but a damn good listener. Absolutely will listen to anything you talk about, whether it's how your day went, something you're interested in, rants or vents, he's your guy.
Also your guy for anything medical related. Despite only getting so far studying medicine, he threw himself into his studies before getting involved with the cult, and still likes liberty in learning about the human body. Doesn't know everything in the world, but knows a good handful of things regarding any medical ailments you approach him asking about. Best bet for those with health anxiety (I see you)
Swore to himself that you wouldn't be a victim of his cannibalistic needs. Even if you approach him and offer any of your organs up, he'll refuse.
Tries his best to keep you away from him when he's eating. He hates having to do it, so he'll go days without, but he knows his limit, and he doesn't want you witnessing it.
Not a very affectionate guy at first, but will gradually warm up to you and start to initiate things after a period of time of you initiating it. He hasn't had a normal social life in years, give him time.
Definition of a gentle giant. 6'5 demon, but wouldn't harm a fly when he's in his right mind.
Gift giver. He'll bring you trinkets and such he finds in people's houses or other miscellaneous places you've learned not to question.
Not very big on pet names, giving or recieving. It just isn't something he thinks about and will pretty much only use your name to address you.
Doesn't say 'I love you' at first. For awhile, there's that deep insecurity that you're going to find a reason to leave him. Whether that be because you're scared of him or some other reason. It takes him a while to convince himself you're not going to leave, and when he finally does, that's when he starts making his affections verbal.
Not the type of guy to rush things, whether that be in the relationship as a whole or otherwise. He wants to go slow, so doesn't find a reason to rush you or pressure you into something.
That's all I got so far 😶🌫 like I said this was a test run and i'm just experimenting. feel free to request things though 😋
Tangy Delectibility | Vampire!Alex Kralie x Jay Merrick
jaylex | vampire au | 2k words | 16+
this isn't a masterpiece, I literally wrote this in probably an hour but I'm on a jaylex and a writing kick.
vaguely based off of @creative-clawmarks's liveleak au (au on the brain chat)
not really canon correlated.
The apartment was dim, the only light leaking through being the kitchen light some feet away from where they sat, providing just little enough light for Alex’s eyes not to feel like they were burning out of his sockets and just enough for Jay to see him. They sat in mostly silence, so much so you could hear a pin drop into the carpet— Or, at least, Alex could.
His arms were wrapped around Jay’s waist, head tilted slightly up to stare blankly at the barren ceiling of his apartment, trying to ignore how the other male was trying to weasel his way into getting bitten onto. This was just how their relationship was; When exactly it had started he couldn't fully pinpoint, but ever since that first bite, both of them were thoroughly hooked— though Alex refused to admit he was, he didn't rely on Jay’s blood to get by, it was just a treat— It was just something he could look forward to weekly in his boring and frankly irritating life. Jay however, he was completely reliant on the toxin that would seep from Alex’s fangs, psychologically dependent on the effects of it that would render him damn near paralyzed. It wasn't even addictive, yet anyone who saw Jay coming after it every week would probably assume it was. Hell, maybe Jay was just that pathetic.
Alex could feel the boy pushing his head into the crook of his neck, and he couldn't help but let out a low sigh as their skin brushed together. He had been ignoring the others desperate attempts to get his fix, opting to act like nothing was happening courtesy of the pounding headache pressurizing the inside of his skull right now. He could only take so much bright fluorescent lighting, loud garbles of everyone’s overlapping voices, and 3 hours of getting his head slammed with knowledge and things to remember before he had enough, and he had nearly forgotten that Jay was even coming over until he heard the knock at his door because of it. He knew it would be best to just stop stalling, alleviate his pain with his favourite nutrient source and give Jay exactly what he wanted in turn— But God, he was procrastinating. Hard.
“Alex..”
His thoughts were broken apart before he could continue his ridiculous conundrum of being too damn lazy to get what he needed when it was right in front of him by the sound of what he needed right in front of him, eyes finally tearing away from burning holes into the ceiling to glance down at the heap of brown hair at the bottom his vision. Jay’s voice was slightly muffled, shivers being sent down Alex’s spine as his lips brushed against the skin of his neck. Damn tease.
“You okay?” He continued, his voice gradually drawing off into a whine before he pressed a kiss into Alex’s neck. He swore, Jay got on his damn nerves sometimes, but God, everyone did. He didn't think a person walked on this planet that couldn't piss him off at this point.
He let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding, combing his fingers through the others hair after shifting his eyes away from him. Jay hadn't done anything particularly wrong besides be worried, and needy, he really didn't have any reason to be getting upset at him. God, maybe he did just need to eat— Or, well, drink.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” He breathed out in yet another sigh, like the first one hadn’t fully made its escape yet. “Just.. tired.” He excused, his shoulders sagging a little. He wondered if Jay could see right through him, right though his ‘just tired’ umbrella excuse he used to brush off everything. Was he tired? Probably, but he was damn irritated and his head was killing him and he was probably starving by now. He probably could— They’ve known each other for, what, 5 some years now?-
Yet again, his thought train derailed suddenly as he felt a hand press against him right at the bottom of his ribcage. He felt himself jolt, a heat coming to his face that he would rather die than keep feeling— “I know what could make you feel better..”— Filled his ears, the most allusive words said in the meekest of voices. He hated when Jay did that, he knew the other knew what he was doing, saying things like that acting all innocent. He was a hell of a lot more of a string-puller than people gave him credit for, that was for sure. He just couldn’t be patient, could he?-
The slightly shorter male lifted himself from where he was tucked in Alex’s neck, tilting his head in such a way to reveal more skin, skin that was adorned with the light scarring of every other time Alex sunk his teeth in. God, he really needed to be more careful about that, he couldn't just let Jay walk around looking like he got attacked or something—
A hand slid up on his shoulder, fingertips subtly brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Jay’s eyes said it all— He knew what he wanted, he knew what Alex needed, and he knew that they both knew. It made the blond question if he should just give in, if he should have given in hours ago– If he should just stop being stubborn and give his body what it needed, especially since Jay was offering himself so willingly.
“Hungry?” Jay broke their silence, pulling at the collar of his own shirt to show more of his skin, the tendons moving visibly under his flesh and making him all the more appealing. Alex felt his eyes narrow right on the spot he knew gave him the best results, his hunger awakening like a beast stirring from a long sleep. He suddenly wanted nothing more but to lunge at the other, taste the tang of his flavour and—
No, no, he needed to stop himself there. Jay didn't control him and he certainly didn't need his offers. Besides, he should probably just wean off of this whole thing now, before he seriously couldn't control himself anymore. Surely, if he just learned to live without the taste of blood in his mouth, he’d stop having such urges, right? If he caught it early?
“No, I’m fine.” His voice rang out, sterner than he probably intended. He casted his gaze off again, not wanting to feel his own resolve crumble the moment he looked into Jay’s heavy lidded eyes. But even as he avoided eye contact, he could feel the others' stare bore into him. He didn't buy it, but hell, did Alex even believe himself?
“You're always hungry.” He filled the silence, the words making Alex’s lips purse. Yeah, he probably was. There was probably never a moment where he wasn't smelling blood, hearing everyone’s heartbeat over his own that had faded out by now, never a moment where the urge didn't ebb at the back of his mind— But he’d probably tuned it out. Years of doing that with humanly food had prepared him well for becoming an eldritch monster, who would have thought?
He let out a sigh through his nose, weighing his options. Would it make much of a difference if he gave in one last time, as long as he kept himself in check later? Jay was offering, he wanted it just as much as Alex did. What would the harm be? He just wouldn't take as much blood this time..
He casted his gaze over, narrowed eyes staring deep into Jay’s green ones, fighting to not fall over the skin of his neck that his peripheral was honed in on. It would get rid of his headache, that was a benefit, right? It was the only thing that would help, he knew that.. What choice did he have?
“Fine. Just a little.” He grumbled, shifting in his spot on the couch under the bleek weight of Jay. He could have sworn he saw his eyes light up from the corner of his vision, but he casted that thought aside in favour of moving his hands to press flush against Jay’s lower back, pressing him a little closer. Jay moved without a fight, draping his head over Alex’s shoulder to angle the skin of his neck parallel with his teeth. Alex’s eyes bore into exactly where he wanted to bite— The fleshy part right in front of the largest tendon. That part always gave him the best results.
They sat in unmoving silence for a moment, Jay’s breath quietly sounding out as it fanned across Alex’s own neck. He let his hunger build, the pressure soon filling out his gums as his fangs protracted in, pupils dilating while the clawing ache of fervour dug into his being. This is what Jay asked for, and he would give him what he wanted.
After what could only have felt like ages, he leaned forward, wetting the skin with his tongue just to give the briefest of warning before sinking his teeth in, moving with Jay as he tensed. This was a delicate procedure— He wasn't looking to rip his throat out with his teeth, afterall. They just had to keep still for a little longer..
Once he tasted the tangy, copper flavour of liquid seeping past his teeth, he knew he hit the right spot. He retracted them, only to latch right back onto his skin, licking at the blood beading out. He could hear Jay’s hitched breath, feeling the way his throat and chest stuttered each time, but he ignored it to focus instead on the eye-rolling delectability of the others blood, his hands moving to grip his hips to keep him in place.
He could feel Jay’s growing limpness as the toxin worked its magic to fill his mind with haziness, his head dropping down fully onto his shoulder as Alex sucked down the blood until he was sure it would stop pouring. He could feel the pressure in his head ease up, his irritation being smoothed over by the calming balm he was drinking down. When he was satisfied, he moved back, soothing the bite wound with his tongue to numb the pain soon and, hopefully, not leave too big of a scar. Who knew you’d get a free neomycin built into your saliva when you're turned into a beast? Definitely not Alex.
He moved away, his back resting against the couch yet again as he casted his gaze over at the male in his lap, watching as he swayed before falling limp against his chest. He moved a hand up, combing through the back of his hair. “Happy now?” He questioned, his voice now smooth without the migraine and irritation ebbing behind every word. Jay didn't reply anything besides a grunt, but that was all he needed to do. Alex knew the answer, he knew it was a yes, because it was always a yes.
He let his head lean back against the couch as he basked in the newfound relief flooding through his head, the metallic taste still coating the roof of his mouth. He should have just done this hours ago— Maybe he wouldn't have been so pissy the whole time. He continued going through the motions of his “I can't believe I was so stupid” self lecture, unbeknownst to the fact that his talking blood supply was sliding off of his lap until he heard the sound of his knees hitting against the carpeted-over concrete floor. The sound made Alex cringe slightly— He may have built up a higher tolerance now, but he knew good and well what that felt like.
His eyes traced back over to where Jay now sat between his legs on the floor, observing him to see if this was a complete accident or his own doing. It was a valid response, Jay had learned how to navigate the heavy stupor of the toxin by now, and he had interesting desires and even more interesting ways of going about getting them. Alex learned over the years not to question it, and he especially didn't now when he felt the pressure of Jay’s head resting against his stomach, eyes closed and body heavy. He stayed still for just another beat of silence, before lacing his fingers back through the others hair, letting him stay there for the time being. Both of them were satisfied, and he was sure both of them were content with being sat in comfortable silence instead of the usual tension.
He just had to hold back from doing this next time. Or, maybe the time after that instead..
I've been thinking of post ideas for a bit now and landed on this. It's quick and easy for my demotivated brain and hopefully enough for you music lovers out there— I have a list of ships I'll do, but feel free to request.
Note : Requests can also be from the CRP fandom instead of MH. I do both.
"He didn't flinch as he felt a hand card through his hair from behind, or when he eventually felt the shifting and soon a bodily warmth pressing against his back because he knew it was okay. He didn't jolt himself up with anxiety as he felt the firm hand of sleep wrapping around his body, because it was okay. If Tim was with him, he was okay. And that was all he thought as he was lulled into the first deep sleep he’d had in years,"
"Everything was okay."
Ending to my new Jay/Tim fic, read here!
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