Was thinking about how Olrox and Alucard between the two of them probably know a ridiculous number of languages and on a mildly related note I think they should use the like 5+ different options they have for conversing to talk filth to each other in public. They're sitting in the inn or something, speaking in Romanian or French or whatever they know (guess) the people around them won't understand and with complete poker faces planning aloud in obscene detail exactly what they're going to be doing to each other the moment they head upstairs. You just know they're so both obnoxious over trying to get the other to break in front of someone.
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I'm not gonna tag anyone specific but if anyone (literally anyone, even if we have no idea who each other are i'm looking at u <3) is looking for even the slightest excuse to share anything in progress 👀 take this as your sign 👀🫶
Anyway. I mentioned a bit abt alurox hair-pulling fic a while back and happily I've just about been able to work it into the lineup for kinktober, so while the full fic will be waiting for october... (porn under the cut 🥰)
Alucard's heart leaps as if for a rabbit, and every hunter's instinct in him flares with that permission. He pulls again, a sharp tighten of the slack, rushes headily through with achievement when Olrox's head is yanked back until his face is turned up to the wall. He's clearly more prepared for it this time, but he still looses a strained groan - Alucard can't tell what makes up more of it, pain or pleasure - that burns through Alucard's chest as he begins to thrust again. His back arches slightly, too, and isn't that another beautiful sight?
It feels greedy to take more. He takes it anyway. He gathers more of Olrox's hair from his shoulders, wraps it in a smooth length around his hand. He curls his fingers tighter into the black silk and tugs again until Olrox gasps.
It feels too rawly intimate. It feels like staring into the sun. Olrox's hair is always his own domain - swept back into place by his own hands after every fight or fuck or bluster of wind, his braid managed by his own practiced fingers in his idle times during the day. And now Alucard's hand is woven into the night-dark strands, controlling it, defiling it further, and Olrox sounds more and more wanton with every pull.
(In a few hours, Alucard will remember something Olrox once said about hair, and battlefields and capture, and protection and power and souls. Right now, all he can think of is-)
Olrox moans tightly again and the sound aches right through Alucard's balls. Another hard thrust sounds like it knocks the air from Olrox's lungs. He's clenching around his cock with every pull - involuntarily, surely, another reaction Alucard has clawed from him - and Alucard fucks him harder, faster, hounding and desperate for his tightness and heat. Another pull; sweat falls from his chest onto Olrox's back. The sheets are snarled and rumpled beneath them.
By now Alucard is practically dragging Olrox back onto his cock by his hair, meeting him with every thrust. Olrox's pants and groans are breathy, strangled - it's because his head is pulled that far back, Alucard realises, his trachea unnaturally bent. It sounds painful.
god yes. yes awesome. love that ough. fun fact alucard did have red eyes at some point in the picture so that would fit
It's about Alucard being ashamed and disgusted with himself and his vampiric side. And who better to ground him than Olrox, this vampire who has always seemed to balance his vampirism and his humanity with such grace. Someone who knows what bloodthirst feels like, who wholly understands and accepts this part of Alucard, but also knows how terrifying it is to lose control of it... Who has perhaps once awoken as a fledging covered in some innocent person's blood and felt the same shame and disgust he sees in Adrian's eyes now. And while he's never spoken of it to him, Adrian has always assumed, always suspected but NOW Olrox is holding him and he's looking into his frenzied eyes and Adrian knows knows KNOWS that while yes he is in a terrible position and done a terrible thing, it is one he can come back from and the beautiful and compassionate man in front of him is proof of it 🥴🥴🥴🥴
number 1 reason to ship Julia/Tera btw is so that not only Maria but also now Richter get to have that perspective-cracking "you slept with WHO???" moment with Tera and also bc if you combine this with Alucard/Olrox I just think it's immensely funny to put Richter even more through the wringer of "could the people closely associated with my family who I most look up to in life PLEASE stop fucking other people that make this so so complicated for me"
Have you heard about the meanings behind wax seal colors in letters? I saw this tiktok piece on black seals for mourning (made by using charcoal or burnt oil from lamps) and I thought of your 'Letters from Across the Ocean' story cause there the black seal in the first letter already would have brought a sense of foreboding before Adrian even opens the letter.
Hmmm yes these are fun details to think about đź‘€
Including what his stamp mark would even be... Maybe a serpent, or maybe the symbol for Wind/Ehēcatl. But the use of charcoal seems so fitting, since (getting on my human!Olrox was a priest bullshit again) priests would cover themselves in soot for certain rituals/put it in their hair.
Also I don't remember what story it was for but I do remember at some point describing Alucard as using a bat for his wax seal 🦇
...I think it was a fleeting mention in the CNC wip, narrated from Olrox's pov. That Alucard always sends him written invitations to their ~little sessions and how he always recognizes the seal right away.
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WIP Wednesday Wfriday Wsaturday technically now whoops
Was tagged by @saltymaplesyrup for WIP Some-Day-Of-The-Week, thank u! <3 (I still love the way you explain the christian-ass retcon issues, I will be Thinking About That)
Soooo for a bit now I've been hopping endlessly between various hopefully-won't-be-jossed kinktober WIPs (prompt list drop in June? Hopefully perhaps? For Pride?). And the one I was picking at today is (to nobody's surprise lmao) an alurox fic with the premise of "hey, so you know how Olrox already has loads of piercings? Well, what if," because I couldn't stop thinking about what if he had some more adventurous ones too and, like, he would. He would.
(Zero-pressure tags <3 (especially as that other WIP game was not long ago lmao): @dmonfoxfire @ifishouldvanish @naevana @quietwingsinthesky @girlinthebrightbluejeans @tockiidk (ok you're possible to @ now? idk what was up with that one time a while back huh))
So, nsfw under the cut of Alucard finding out exactly what Olrox has been up since they last met 🥰:
So Adrian basks in this familiar, steady bliss. Until, when he has Olrox's trousers undone, he reaches inside his pants to grope for his hardening cock, and goes to swipe through the wetness beginning to gather at the tip only to find-
He freezes - against Olrox's cock, against his lips, thrown by the unfamiliarity he just felt against his thumb. Olrox pulls away to look at him.
"Something the matter?" he asks sweetly. He sounds innocent. Adrian knows he can't be.
Ignoring him, Adrian casts his gaze sideways as he feels more carefully over Olrox's cock, tentatively exploring over the tip and yes, there. Something smooth and hard and unyielding beneath his thumb.
"Well," he murmurs to himself. "That's new." He looks back at Olrox, so smug and expectant as he traces Adrian's reactions. "So either you've gone and contracted something very unsavoury-"
Hard fingers dig into his ribs for that. Which is fair.
"Or…" He's too distracted to finish the thought aloud, instead focusing on freeing Olrox's growing erection from its confines entirely. Olrox helps, squirming a little at the touch, until his dick is throbbing and free and-
And Adrian can pull back his foreskin all the way - eliciting a half-pained hiss - and see in all their glory the gleaming piercings decorating the head of Olrox's cock.
"Fuck," he breathes - half reverent, half disbelieving. The silvery metal looks fantastic against the darkening skin it threads through and he can't tear his eyes away.
"That's a lot of the idea," Olrox says, [grinning] - then moans softly as Adrian takes him properly in hand, prepared this time, and begins stroking him. But Adrian is desperate to investigate this in more detail, and it's not long before he's flipping Olrox to sit back on the sofa and sinking to the floor for a closer look.
If you’re still doin the ask game, GretAluLateLoverRox sounds interesting 👀
Take all the time you need and have a nice day/night!!
Hello! Yes, yes, the inbox is always open for discussing fic đź‘€
GretAluLateLoverRox is an idea that I shared in this rambling thread a while back, and might be the fic I gift to @cookbookbutch for Fandom Trumps Hate if the CNC concept brainworms don't work out.
I also have several snippets to share đź‘€
Snippet #1
“Horses are taken care of,” Alucard says as he approaches the bar. He glances briefly at Tataemshaet, confused by his close proximity but trying to be polite about it, then gives her a peck on the temple. “Everything alright?”
“Everything is just fine,” Greta smiles, taking his hand and holding it in place in her lap. “Captain Tataemshaet here of the Stockbridge Militia was just commending me on the quick work I made of those vampires this morning,” she explains, stroking his arm and lowering her voice to the molten register she typically reserves for the bedroom. “…Says my husband must be a very lucky man.”
“Oh,” Alucard sweeps his eyes over him skeptically, his pale cheeks growing pink. “Well, of course. Didn't expect to find vampires in this corner of the world, but… perhaps we expected too much,” he explains, before belatedly finishing, “And yes. Yes, I am.”
Tataemshaet chuckles and shakes his hand. “They're certainly a more recent phenomenon, I'll give you that, Mr—?”
“…Adrian Tepes,” he blurts, shaking his head in embarrassment for having forgotten his manners. “Son of Vlad Dracula Tepes. Known to the Wallachians as Alucard.”
“And which of those should I call you?”
Alucard scoffs. “Alucard is fine.”
Snippet #2
“Before this goes any further,” Alucard interrupts the trajectory of his wandering hand, “I want to make it abundantly clear what I am.”
Tataemshaet studies him again, wetting his lips. “Oh, I know exactly what you are,” he murmurs, leaning in and stroking his arm gently. “…You try to hide your fangs when you talk, but… did you really think I wouldn't notice?”
Alucard swallows, unsure how to respond.
“And you're comfortable with that?” Greta steps in. “Inviting a vampire to bed?”
Tataemshaet pulls back with a knowing smile. “Of course. I do it every night.” He pauses for a moment to drink up the befuddled looks on their faces before standing. “…Let me introduce you to someone.”
Snippet #3
A man with long, dark hair and bronze skin is seated at the table, dressed in a fine purple jacket. A silk cravat the color of cream cradles his neck, and a large golden earring dangles at his jawline—reflecting the warm, wavering light of the candle glowing on the table. He looks refined, elegant, like he has no business in an establishment like this. But he also looks bored—his cheek perched upon his fist, where silken ruffles hang from his wrist.
He sits up as they approach, and the unimpressed look on his face softens the moment he finds Tataemshaet in the crowd. If Alucard can deduce anything about this man, it's that he absolutely, unequivocally adores Tataemshaet.
“There you are, my love,” the man smiles as Tataemshaet leans across the table to peck him on the lips. He pulls away and their eyes meet, and Alucard tries not to stare. Not only are his eyes a striking shade of bright green, but his pupils are the same narrow slits as a reptile’s. He doesn't look threatening, though. He looks beautiful.
“You’ll have to introduce me to your friends,” he says, a little teasing, and Alucard can't help but stare when he catches a glimpse of fangs, can't help but notice that the man's voice is rich as velvet, too.
“Greta and Alucard are vampire hunters visiting from Wallachia,” Tataemshaet announces proudly. “Greta, Alucard—meet my better half, Olrox.”
“Vampire hunters…” Olrox nods, sweeping his gaze over the pair of them before lingering on Alucard's face. “A curious choice of occupation for you, isn't it?”
Alucard shifts on his feet and nudges his own cravat. “Didn’t exactly choose it,” he rebuffs.
Snippet #4
“Get undressed,” she orders with a smile. “…And wait on the bed.”
Tataemshaet grins. “Yes, ma'am.”
Alucard watches as he strips, and his skin is mottled with pits and scars from battle, much like Greta and Trevor's is.
…
She steps out of her pants and straddles his lap, pulling him in for another deep kiss before she pulls away again and unbuttons her shirt—not completely in her haste, but just enough to free her breasts. They sit round and perky over the top of her corset, and she allows Tataemshaet the honor of untying the chemise beneath and tugging the linen out of the way to expose them completely.
He wets his lips and looks up at her for permission.
Snippet #5
“Fuck,” Tataemshaet mutters. “Fuck, you're incredible,” he says, sliding a hand around her bottom and looking over her shoulder at Alucard. “Your wife is incredible.”
Alucard scoffs, and Greta turns to look at him—a delighted grin on her face and a gleam in her eyes he knows well.
Are you going to join us or what?
He shrugs out of his coat and vest and shirt, and slowly positions himself behind her to mouth at her neck and shoulders. She snakes one arm back to touch him as she rides their new friend, and he cups her other breast.
The sound Greta makes is enough to make Alucard already regret not removing his pants. He ruts against her backside, and he can feel Tataemshaet thrusting into her with the same brisk rhythm.
Greta twitches and moans sharply, and Alucard knows from the sound that he's taken her nipple into his mouth. “Yes,” she whispers, rolling her head back and pulling Tataemshaet tightly against her chest. “Oh, that's good…”
She turns to look at her husband and Alucard meets her for a reassuring kiss. “S-so good…” she assures him breathlessly.
Alucard looks over his shoulder, wondering when or if Olrox will be joining them—but he finds the fully-clothed vampire sitting cross-legged in the armchair in the corner, watching with a glass in his hand.
He's surprised by the feeling of disappointment in his chest. As delightful as Tataemshaet is, he can't deny the fascination he feels towards the centuries-old vampire who’s claimed him for a companion.
“I'll be right back,” he whispers against Greta's shoulder, giving her a parting kiss so he can finish undressing.
Snippet #6
He's only just knelt onto the bed when the two of them peel apart from each other and turn their attention to him—Greta claiming his lips as Tataemshaet mouths at his neck.
Alucard's eyes flutter shut and soon Greta's lips wander to his throat so they can be replaced by a stranger’s. His heart pounds not from panic, but from the the thrill. His two lovers guide him carefully into his back, and he feels Greta’s hand—for it could only be hers—give his a reassuring squeeze.
His eyes wander as he relaxes into it, and they drift again to Olrox, still seated primly in the chair, watching. Their eyes meet as someone's hand wraps around his cock, and he gasps—but he doesn't miss the way Olrox's serpentine eyes widen from their narrow slits ever so briefly, the way he seems to shift in his seat ever so slightly.
Alucard arches against the sensation of lips and fingers over his torso, that hand around his cock—it can't be Greta's, for she's never touched him in quite this way—and decides he doesn't want to look away. He wants Olrox to watch, wants to see what makes him fidget, what it will take for him to look away first.
Me, editing this chapter: how can I make Adrian even more obsessed with Olrox,,, how can I make him as weird and codependent about him as possible,?? đź«
