the ideal alurox smut dynamic for me is Olrox thinking he’s about to rock Alucard’s world only to get totally out-freaked because little does he know that Adrian Fahrenheit Ţepeş and his polycule invented bdsm in 1476
Getting into perfume makes you question your sanity. You think you won’t become like the people on Fragrantica who have favorite scents for hiking and that you just like to smell nice, but then one day you will think, “Hmm, what perfume should I wear to bed?” And that’s when you know you’ve gone insane. “Which one would be best for the farmer’s market?” I’ve lost my mind.
today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as “those who are growing into the gender they were called to be” and i’m kind of enjoying the idea of like….divinely ordained top surgery
Was tagged in a writing share-a-snippet game by @ifishouldvanish (<3) so here’s Alurox settling things up before they leave and one of them blows the other stupid in the alleyway ahdjfkdsn:
“I presume,” he says, turning his head to murmur directly into Olrox’s ear over the din, “that you’d like to take this elsewhere.”
Olrox’s chuckle rumbles all the way through him. His hair, curtained at their sides, sways hypnotically with every movement, dappled and neon-colourful in psychedelic club lighting. “Well, I’d be perfectly happy to fuck you right here, but if I did I think your admirer behind the bar might puff up and explode.” The hand not tracing Adrian’s breastbone tightens like a python around his arm. “And I don’t intend to let them join.”
Fuck. That streak of possessiveness winds its way tight around Adrian’s heart and sends a rush of blood plummeting downwards, and for a moment he has to close his eyes against the overwhelming need flooding through him. When he steadies himself he doesn’t directly respond, just raises a finger to settle his tab and pretends not to see that admirer rove their eyes over every point of contact between the two of them, earlobes flushed darker and eyes slightly narrowed.
He’d almost feel bad for them. If he didn’t just feel high.
When payment is settled he throws his head back - against Olrox’s shoulder, bones and firm muscle warm against his nape - and finishes his drink in one long, drawn-out pull. As he does so a searing-hot hand moves to the front of his neck, and he feels a sharp claw press delicately against his throat as it bobs. When he sets down his glass and turns towards Olrox, there’s something thoughtful in those eyes. Dangerously thoughtful, and gleaming like a knife.
But he has no doubt he’ll find out later.
I don’t really know my TES writery friends on tumblr (except @kookaburra1701, if there’s anything you’ve been working on 👀) (or @banjotea if there’s the slightest chance you’re checking your tumblr ahdfjks), so you. Yeah, you. I’m tagging you. If there’s anything you’ve been writing that you wanna share then do itttt
Oh hell yeah, more alurox being sluts at a club fic 🙏🙏🙏 that hand tracing along Alucard’s breastbone will haunt me for days 🥵
@ruiniel tagged me to share a snippet I’ve written recently and tag a few people to do the same! So here’s more alurox smut because they live in my head rent free and the next chapter is coming soon I SWEAR:
Olrox pulled tentatively on his hair again, noticing the beautiful arch form in Adrian’s back as he drew it tighter. “You know, the last time I had a man’s hair in my hands like this… I was dragging him off of a battlefield as my captive.”
Adrian responded with a moan that was far too lovely to have been anything other than a deliberate attempt to drive him mad.
“Would you like that, noyēcnacayotl?” Olrox teased. “If I dragged you by all this pretty hair? Proudly, through the streets? So everyone can know you’re mine?”
Adrian let out another wanton sound, something between a moan of desire and a giggle of delight. It was curious, that something so simple should make him so delirious with pleasure—yet Olrox found himself wanting to know how much further he could go, how much further Adrian would follow.
“What of something that will last? Something we can exchange only between ourselves.”
She ponders this and a morbidity begins to take root in her line of thinking. Even though they are bound in every esoteric way, there remains a question pertaining to the corporeal. More physical means of bonding still escape them, willingly. Their soft touches and demure kisses are enough in some sense, yet desire creeps in. Unconventional, perhaps disturbing, but it is an unsettling conclusion which Elizabeth feels is right for them.
“I wish for your body to be a part of me and mine own to be a part of you.”
title: cathedral windows like the eyes of god rating: MATURE tags: monster/human romance, body modification, religious imagery/symbolism word count: 3,939 summary: Elizabeth & the Creature strengthen the spiritual and emotional bond they share by exchanging their own form of unorthodox engagement gifts.
