Hello! I’d just like to request how you think Alucard and Olrox (or any other characters you’d like to add) would handle having a big crush on the reader? What kind of habits or quirks would they have, and what leads them to/how do they finally ask out the reader?
Alucard
- it started slow. You randomly appears in his life. Like "wassup b*tch here I am" something like that.
- he doesn't care actually. But he knows you recently become an orphan from how you always look around as if you're looking for someone.
- he doesn't say much. He literally 'adopt' you into his little adventure.
- then he noticed you are literally a vampire. Weird. Not only that. Since you are a pure vampire. He have to adjust his schedule a bit.
- in night both of you will walk around town. In day you will sleep and he will venture out to the town in search of food.
- he literally become hiccup and you become toothless.
- "How to Train your Vampire" Trevor once said.
- as both of you spend time together 24/7. He realized his dead heart started to beat for you. Trevor now old still has some energy left to actually tease him. He got smack down by Alucard.
- 300 years past. He still doesn't have the heart to tell you. He also seems to be clumsy whenever you fight alongside him especially if your wearing a skirt. (He accidentally peak inside)
- Richter and Maria saw this and smirk to each other. Alucard just side eye them.
"come on Alucard! Just ask her out before someone else did! Like..like uh...that guy!!" Richter points at some random guy. "Nonsense" Alucard comment.
"but look Alucard she's approaching him!" And truth to Maria words, you are approaching that man. "Lucard! I'm hungry! Can I have some blood?" You kindly ask.
He smile at you and walk closer. "Here I know you love deer blood the most" you beamed at his reply and happily drink the blood.
He wasn't confused till that time when you were almost killed by Erzabeth. She almost manage to turn you into a donut. Luckily she only managed to cut your side, your 'healing' acts fast and heals the place not before she manages to slam your head to the ground. Twisting your left arm and pull it out. Your scream cut through the air. "Don't touch her!!" Alucard roar at her in anger.
As soon as she was defeated. Alucard quickly hides you inside a darker alley. You were whimpering from the pain. Sobbing in his shirt. "It's alright now my love, for I am here with you. We get through this together alright will....will you be mine?" He doesn't notice your face turning red from the confession. All he knows is you just nod.
Olrox
(this one will be gender-neutral, I only address the reader as 'you' and 'them')
- you are the very first lover he had, wayyyyyyyyyyyy first. (But you don't know that)
- he love you, you are friends with him. The only thing different is, your a human. He's already a vampire.
- he doesn't wish to turn you. He's scared. Every time you're around, he gets this humming that he do and his eyes soften at you.
- he also tell you about poetry, which he read in some books.
- when people told you about this, you just laugh it all. Because who would believe such thing. A vampire? Soft? Oh he would.
- then, your village was attacked by the night creatures. You in your death door, beg him to leave you there. He didn't.
- he turns you into a vampire out of fear of losing you. When you wake up you feel this urge to kill whoever is in your way.
- believe me when I say he hunts humans for you. 300 years past. When he joined Erzabeth. He doesn't notice that Erzabeth has captured you.
- you were torture, she refused to give you any blood.
"Olrox!" Mizrak approached him. "Erzabeth captured them!" His eye widen. Then he disappear into the air.
"where is she! This isn't part of our deal! Give her back" he demanded her. She chuckle. "Why should I? I see potential in her why must you kept her away from me?" She smirk, then she gesture for her servant to bring you out.
Olrox's nonexistent heart breaks at the sight of you bleeding. She grab you from your neck and tighten it. "Stop!" He knows he couldn't attack her. "Now Olrox. Choose."
You are choking. "I do it! I follow you! Release them!" She did but she managed to cut her arm and shove it inside your mouth. Making you drink her blood. As she feels satisfied by the amount she throws at him. Olrox eye widens and immediately catches you and run away. "stupid" she commented and walked away.
As soon as he arrives with you in an abandoned house he cradles you in his arms. Tears running from his eyes. "Please... please be alive please without you I'm nothing please don't go. I beg you. Anything but this." He cry. You are still unconscious from it. Since you're no longer human. He couldn't tell whether you're breathing or not.
He gently puts you on the floor and goes to hunt some blood. As soon as he returns you aren't on the spot where he left you. He panicked and searched for you. When he did you are standing on the ruin building looking at something from afar. "Olrox?" You called out. He hug you. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming." "I thought vampire don't sleep?" He laugh. "So...you want me to stay with you?" You gently ask and he kiss your forehead. "For eternity. Will you be mine?" "With pleasure~" both of you chuckle under the moonlight.
Feeling peckish for a sip from his favorite blood bag Olrox seeks you out. Finding you just a bit away from the scarcely populated streets, only a few revolutionary soldiers scattered about but he heeds them no mind.
He's engrossed by the begrudging surrender you eventually give, yet he only brushes his nose against the line of your neck. The sound of your blood rushing just beneath the skin has him wanting to bare his fangs, taking in the smell as if it were an intoxicating drug.
But he restrains himself, adamant on making sure your blood is in optimum condition for him to take. It always has a savory tang when your stimulated, a different flavor every time depending on how you're feeling.
When you're tired it's slightly bland yet rich, sweet and savory whenever you're in a happy mood or half-sleep. Oh but when you're aroused, it's like ambrosia— so addicting he has to remind himself not to drink you dry.
His hands grip your sides as he pushes you up against the wall, your neck bared to him in offering since you know he'll just hound or pester until you give in. He has class but when he's in a certain mood he can be quite unpredictable.
Surely you wouldn't have an issue with entertaining him for longer tonight, would you? With the current disputes and petty squabbling, you could do with a bit of self-indulgence. It'd do you and him some good. Taking respite from everything going on, he'll keep you close, safe —if that's a concern of yours.
Just don't expect him to let you go so quickly afterwards.
hiya!!! i've been having a rough week, and i could really use some comfort. do you have any headcanons about olrox with someone he considers like a daughter? an adult ofc, but someone he feels protective over and comforts when they're upset?
Olrox with a surrogate daughter
Olrox didn't know how this came to be. He kind of...just let it happen.
You were a significantly younger vampire by comparison and knowing you were without your kin struck a chord with him.
Olrox genuinely feared your lack of experience would land you in the wrong hands.
You may be an adult but you were not immune to naivety or recklessness.
Olrox knew that being fresh to immortality and otherworldly strength can breed a nasty bit of arrogance or long term planning.
Meaning, you now have fatherly lectures breathing down your neck that you never asked for. You're stuck with it. Rejoice.
I imagine Olrox is the hands off but stern type.
He respects your independence and allows you to learn through experience but is just as quick to correct ill advised behavior.
You know him. Olrox is not one for foolishness or things that waste time.
Olrox certainly wouldn't want someone he considered family to end up like Erzsebet or Drolta. Both are self absorbed power hungry monsters. Thinking to be beyond touch.
If Olrox has considered you his daughter, even if he hasn't said it explicitly, he'd want you to be confident but level headed.
Olrox is more than encouraging of strong women.
But there was a difference between strong and delusions of grander.
Knowing your limits was key.
Thankfully, you listened to Olrox.
Mostly.
You see, it was odd to have this old man coming from nowhere and suddenly treating you like he raised you.
You appreciated the effort but it was...weird.
It'd take years before you would actually be used to it and fully reciprocate.
Even if it was unspoken.
Olrox may have even thought of a family ages ago but...well, tragedy tended to halt that possibility. And the death of his lover hadn't helped.
Olrox may have even had siblings but evidently lost them. His people were a sore spot.
I don't think Olrox is naturally maternal. In fact, he's more of a cool uncle.
But his fondness for you speaks volumes in his actions.
Protection, conversation, banter, sharing food, nagging you to feed, etc.
Olrox loves you, undoubtedly.
So...seeing you upset is not something he favors.
Olrox noticed almost immediately. You were quiet. Not necessarily avoiding him but not eager to stick to his side as usual, either. You got what you needed done and carried on.
Olrox gave you the space to be alone for a while.
But he inevitably sat down beside you.
He said nothing. Just offered you the opportunity to voice your concerns.
You didn't.
You broke down.
In seconds, you were in Olrox's arms with him cradling your head. He shushed you and urged you to breathe.
Olrox honestly didn't care if you spoke or just cried. Whatever was troubling you wouldn't for long if he could help it.
Olrox wiped your tears and joined your foreheads.
Others would make the mistake of thinking the intensity in his green eyes indicated anger. But you saw past the sterness and saw the promise.
The protective love that said, however silently, that nothing would reach you under his watch. That he was here. Always.
You two didn't exactly ask for one another. But you would die before forsaking each other.
(This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I watched Castlevania Nocturne on Netflix and I fell in love with Olrox and he deserves more appreciation. Reader is male since in Nocturne, Olrox is canonically gay)
You don’t remember much of how you got into this situation, being dressed in only what was essentially a long shirt in a cage amongst other humans in similar clothes. You and the other humans here were going to be sold to wealthy Vampires, apparently you and the other humans here were either rare blood types, or special in some other genetic way that made your blood more nutritious and or delicious. That, or you had unique genetic traits such as albinism or vitiligo, something aesthetically distinct. All you remember from before waking up here was some strange man following you before you reached your house and were promptly knocked unconscious. Apparently some humans made deals with vampire elites, the humans would collect other humans and hand them over to the vampires to sell in exchange for some cash and promised not to be fed on.
You lamented your situation, fearing what would happen to you. After hearing a few of the vampires talking you learned that vampires from all corners of the world come to this auction to buy humans. Apparently vampires buy people for more than just food. Some enjoy torturing the humans they buy, some treat them as pets, some use them to pleasure themselves or as lovers, and some just feed off of them. You heard the vampires talking about how some vampires enjoy torturing humans for as long as possible, keeping them alive day after day just to feed off of them before they die. You were terrified, as your mind began to run rampant with horrific images and thoughts of what fate had in store for you, you didn’t notice the start of the auction.
You didn’t realize the auction had started until a burly and tall vampire grabbed you by the arm, which were tied behind your back, and dragged you onto the stage from behind the red curtain. You looked into the crowd as you stood on what seemed to be a theater stage. At least 200 vampires with masks stood in both the upper and lower floors. With your mind half in panic and the other in shock, you could only watch as vampires betted on you until one won the bid. You didn’t really pay much attention to the numbers as you felt your heart fill with dread. The burly vampire who dragged you on stage dragged you off and down some hallways until you reached a door numbered 134. He opened the door after knocking and shoved you inside.
You fell to your knees at the force of the shove only to see two legs clad in fine purple pants and white socks with black shoes. You slowly trailed up and your eyes landed on the most beautiful pair of green eyes you’d ever seen. As you stared at the man, he handed a box over to the other vampire who then left and closed the door. You watched as the beautiful man sighed before his gaze turned back to you. You suddenly remembered that this was a vampire and tried to scoot back as he slowly approached you. You closed your eyes as his hand reaches towards you. “It’s alright little one, I’m not going to harm you. I promise” he spoke in his velvety voice. You felt the man reach behind you and undo your bindings, freeing your arms.
The man stood up and walked over to a wardrobe and opened it before looking through it. You took a moment to take in the room, rubbing your sore wrists. There was a wardrobe, a dresser, a large four poster bed, two nightstands, a desk and chair as well as an adjoining bathroom. The room was rather fancy, fancier that any that’s ever belonged to you. You were startled when the vampire walked over to you and laid out clothes before you. “Here, you may go into the bathroom and wash up, afterwards, put these clothes on.” He spoke. You were hesitant to take the clothes, not because they belonged to a vampire, but because they were obviously far more expensive than anything you’d ever owned. The man sighed before putting the clothes in your hands and gesturing for you to enter the bathroom.
You walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. The bathroom was also fancy as well as clean. There was a sink and vanity, a toilet, as well as a tub. You set the fancy clothes given to you on the vanity’s counter and took off the long shirt and filled the tub with warm water before getting in. You sat in the warm water and grabbed the soap that was nearby and began to quickly clean yourself up. You didn’t know how patient the vampire who bought you was so you tried not to take too long. After washing your whole body as well as your hair, you drained the tub and dried off before putting on the clothes that the vampire had given you.
Before leaving the bathroom, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself for whatever may happen. You opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom to see the vampire sitting on the bed with his back leaning on the headboard while reading a book. After you close the bathroom door, the vampire looks up at you and closes his book before setting it down on the end table and getting up. “My name is Olrox, I came here from the new world, and that’s where we’ll be returning.” He spoke assuredly. He smiled gently as he walked over to you and gently ran his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. “And what might your name be?” He asked as his hypnotic green eyes stared into yours. Without hesitating you spoke, “my name is (Y/N).” Olrox smiled as he looked down at you. “Such a lovely name, listen (y/n). I won’t force you to come with me to the new world. If you wish to leave and return to your home then that’s fine, but you should know that there are plenty of vampires who live here that wouldn’t hesitate to snatch you up and feed off you. You have one of the most intoxicating and rare blood types that exist, as long as you live, vampires will always be attracted to you, some far more brutal than others.” He spoke with his hands behind his back as he looked out the window at the streets below.
You took a step back at the revelation from Olrox’s words. As you took in the information, you realized that leaving meant always being alert and constantly looking over your shoulder for any threats. “I don’t mean to scare you (y/n), I just think that you deserve to know how special your blood is and how your life will be affected by it.” Olrox spoke. “But, aren’t you going to drink my blood?” You asked the handsome man. Olrox chuckled a bit before smiling and turning to you. “No my dear boy, I don’t plan to feed on you.” He spoke. “But then, why buy me?” You asked. You looked down at the floor as you clenched your fists. You could understand why a vampire this beautiful would buy you if they planned to feed off you, but why else would they buy you. He already said he wouldn’t hurt you, not that you entirely trusted Olrox, but, if he was going to hurt you, wouldn’t he have done so already? Why have you get cleaned up and give you fancy clothes if he was just going to cover you in your own blood? What purpose could someone like you possibly serve for someone as beautiful as Olrox?
As your mind swarmed and filled with thoughts of self doubt and degradation, Olrox noticed the scent of your troubled emotions. Walking over to you, Olrox grabbed your chin, lifting your head to stare directly into his enchanting green eyes. “Oh you poor dear, you don’t even know your own worth?” He softly spoke as he gently ran his thumb over your bottom lip. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and suddenly you were pinned to bed with Olrox above you. He leaned down and gently whispered into your ear, “you asked why I would buy you if I didn’t intend to feed on you? Well it’s because I’ve been rather lonely lately and I’ve been wanting someone to warm my bed” with a husky and alluring voice. Olrox purred as he gently bit at your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You had never been with anyone before, let alone a man, but something about this situation was stirring something inside you.
“Oh? Seems like someone is rather excited” Olrox spoke as he noticed the bulge in your pants. You blushed and looked away only for Olrox to grab your chin and turn you to look him in the eyes. “If you want me to stop just tell me, I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable” he spoke softly but with a serious tone. You gulped before adverting your eyes so you didn’t have to see his face. “It’s not that, I’ve just never…. I’ve never….been with…..anyone” you mumbled. Olrox was slightly surprised but smiled. “Well my dear, don’t you worry, I’m going to take good care of you, I promise I’ll be gentle.” He seductively whispered into your ear before capturing your lips in a kiss.
You melted into the kiss, feeling Olrox’s warm and soft lips on your own. As you continued to kiss, you could feel Olrox’s hands begin to roam over your body and slowly remove your clothes. After breaking apart to get some air, Olrox removed your shirt as well as his own. Your eyes roamed up and down Olrox’s physique, taking in his beautifully sculpted muscles. He put a hand on your chest and pushed you down before leaning down and kissing your neck. You groaned as Olrox sucked and gently ran his fangs across the skin of your neck. You let your hands roam across Olrox’s body, feeling his well defined muscles before finding his pecs. You circled your finger around Olrox’s nipple and gave it a slight pinch as Olrox groaned.
As Olrox began to trail kisses down your neck and chest, you ran your fingers through his silky hair, gently scratching at his scalp. You jumped a bit and yelped when Olrox gently bit your nipple, slowly swirling his tongue around it as he sucked and nipped on it. One of his hands trailed down your stomach and began to undo the buttons on your pants. Once your pants were loose, Olrox slipped his hand inside and gently squeezed your cock. You took a deep breath in as Olrox began to slowly drag his fist up and down, making sure to rub circles on your tip with his thumb. He then pulled down your pants, leaving you entirely bare. You started to get nervous as Okrox stared at you, you tried to close your legs only for Olrox to pry your legs open.
“Now, now, no need to be shy, you’re beautiful.” He said. You watched as he leaned down to kiss the tip of your cock before taking it into his mouth. You gasped and tightly clutched onto the bed sheets as Olrox began to slowly suck your dick. You had never had sex before, you may have experimented a bit but you never felt anything quite like this. As Olrox began to slowly bob his head up and down, making sure not to knick you with his fangs, you began to feel the urge to close your legs only for him to hold your legs apart. As he began to speed up, he groaned, making you cry out at the feeling. You kept trying to buck your hips involuntarily so Olrox had to hold them down. You were panting as you could feel something inside you growing tighter. Your groaned when Olrox started to grope your balls, slowly massaging them, rolling them in his hand. As Olrox moaned around your tip one last time, you gasped as you came. All you saw was white until your vision came back to you. By then, Olrox had removed his pants leaving him entirely bare just as you were.
When you looked up, you saw Olrox reaching for the nightstand and grabbing something out of the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Seeing the fear in your eyes, he chuckled. “Don’t worry, this is for me, I’m not going to force you to take me on your first time, unless you want me to?” He spoke as he began to prep himself. You watched as this beautiful man began to finger himself, watching as his hole began to swallow his fingers inch by inch. You were mesmerized as you watched Olrox begin to pump his fingers in and out of himself. You couldn’t wait to feel what it was like to be inside of him. After Olrox pulled his fingers out, he applied a bit more lube to your cock before positioning himself above it.
You grabbed your cock and helped Olrox line himself up, as he slowly began to sink down on you. Your muscles tightened as Olrox’s ass slowly swallowed inch after inch of your cock. The tightness and the warmth was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Once Olrox bottomed out, he took a moment to let you both breathe. He sat there looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, cupping your face as you both made out. After taking the time to adjust, Olrox slowly rocked back and fourth. After giving a few experimental thrusts with his hips, Olrox began to slowly lift himself off before slamming his hips back down. As Olrox began to bounce his hips, you gripped onto him, groaning and squeezing his hips. It was obvious Olrox had some experience with this as his movements were so smooth and he knew just what to do. You groaned as Olrox’s body contracted, squeezing your cock harder. You couldn’t help but begin to thrust up into him in time with his bouncing.
Olrox began to moan softly, which was beautiful and like music to your ears. As Olrox bounced himself up and down, you began to kiss his neck. As you covered his neck in kisses, you found a spot that made him purr. You began to bite that spot making Olrox groan and his ass squeeze harder. As you sucked a mark onto Olrox’s neck you could feel that familiar coil tightening inside you. You began to pinch and nip at Olrox’s nipples as he started bouncing even harder, aiming for a certain spot inside himself. As you both began to reach your peaks, Olrox slammed himself down hard onto you, taking your face into his hands and slipping his tongue into your mouth. As he came, you felt a warm wetness spray onto your chest as his ass clenched down hard causing you to groan as you came a second time. As your lips separated, you took some deep breaths and sat together as you both basked in the afterglow.
After a few minutes, Olrox pulled himself off of you and slowly walked into the bathroom. After a few moments, he came out with a warm damp rag and gently began to help clean you up. You were sensitive and tired, having never done such a thing before. After you both were cleaned up, Olrox returned to the bed and laid down beside you. Although the sex was amazing, you had to ask yourself, what now? Was this just sex? Would you just live with him and be used whenever he desired? Would you just sit around waiting for him to use you, or would he have you do work for him? You didn’t want to create false hope that there could be a genuine relationship between you and Olrox. “You’re worried, tell me, what is it that worries you. I can smell it, anxiety, fear, and yet, there’s also desire.” Olrox’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You looked down at your lap as you tried to organize your thoughts. “I just, I don’t know what you expect of me.” You murmured yet Olrox heard you clear as day. “Your companionship, that’s what I expect of you. As you can imagine, it can get lonely being an immortal. As long as you choose to stay by my side, I’ll keep you safe and look after you. You won’t have to worry about food, wealth, or a place to sleep. Of course, you can leave whenever you want, I won’t force you to stay with me.” Olrox explained.
You thought for a moment and spoke without thinking. “So I’m just some sex pet/food for you?” The moment you registered what slipped out of your mouth, you immediately slapped your hands over your mouth as fear and dread began to seep into you. Olrox had been kind to you thus far, but who’s to say he won’t punish you if you anger him. You looked over at Olrox very slowly, expecting to receive at least a slap to the face, but when you looked at Olrox, his face didn’t have a trace of anger. The look on his face seemed to be sympathetic almost in some way. He sighed deeply as he looked over at you. “I am not going to hurt you, and I do not intend to drink your blood. You’re not a sex pet as you called it. I simply desire your companionship as I said.” Olrox spoke softly as if to attempt to provide comfort. He gently rested his hands on your knee in an attempt to console you. “You should get some rest, we’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning while it’s still dark and head for the docks. Once there, we’ll board a ship and return to the new world, my home. So get some rest.” Olrox advised. “Um, would it be possible for us to stop by my old home, just for a moment, there’s a few things I’d like to take with me.” You hesitantly asked. “What do you wish to retrieve?” He asked. “Just some clothes, the green quilt my mother made for me, and my knapsack. It contains my art supplies for when I draw. I’d really like to keep my drawings, even if they aren’t that great.” You mumbled off. Olrox smiled slightly, he was intrigued to see these supposed drawings. “Get some rest, I’ll wake you when it’s time to leave, and if there’s time, we might be able to make a quick stop, but I can’t promise anything.” Olrox replied. You got under the covers of the bed and laid down, closing your eyes as Olrox sat beside you. He extinguished the candles and the room was engulfed in darkness, but for once, you didn’t have to fear the darkness. Because you knew what lurked in it, and he would keep you safe.
[18+, minors dni]
Pairing: Olrox/Trans Man Reader
Words: 2,154
Rating: Explicit
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Tags: Trans Male Character | Established Relationship | Comfort | Gender Dysphoria | Corsetry | Anal Penetration | Oral | Fingering | Praise Kink | Strap-Ons | Dom Bottom Olrox
Summary: You saw a corset in a shop window one night and paused. Olrox had asked if you were interested by it. Hovering over your shoulder, he asked if you'd like him to buy it for you. But you shook your head, said no, worried that wearing it would make you look like...
So Olrox buys a corset for himself to prove how good a man looks in one.
Notes: Well I saw someone cosplaying Olrox in a corset and Olrox had already been on my brain for days and now this is here. It was just going to be a couple hundred word drabble but then I just kept writing. Yes I couldn't think of a title.
You saw a corset in a shop window one night and paused. Olrox had asked if you were interested by it. Hovering over your shoulder, he asked if you'd like him to buy it for you. But you shook your head, said no, worried that wearing it would make you look like...
You knew it was a silly thought for a couple of reasons. Firstly, that you were being a hypocrite. That clothing had no gender and that you wouldn't think another man looked like a girl for wearing a corset or a skirt or dress. And secondly, that Olrox did not judge you for things like this.
The corset had been forgotten about after that, or so you'd thought.
Later that week you're returning your book to your night stand, but when you enter the room you freeze.
Olrox is sitting on the edge of the bed, hands coming forwards from behind his back to rest in his lap. He's wearing nothing but his white shirt, unbuttoned and tucked down into a deep purple corset.
The book slips from between your fingers and falls to the floor.
If Olrox reacts, you don't see. Your eyes are glued to his body, his shirt revealing some of his chest before being swallowed up, the way the corset hugged his waist, pulled it in and cinched it.
“I thought it could make you feel more assured that you can look like a man in a corset if I wore one. I hope you don’t mind” Olrox's voice drifts into your ears, you barely take in the words but you can hear his smirk.
Your mouth is dry. You don't know how to respond, well, not with words anyway. The silence stretches on, you can't look him in the eye, but you can't look away from him.
It takes him saying your name to bring your mind back up. He can't be sounding concerned, can he? He can get upset about things despite what others think, but him being insecure in himself is not usual. It can't be that. Perhaps he's concerned that he's finally broken you.
“Olrox,” You breathe out, your voice sounds wrecked.
You finally meet his gaze.
He tilts his head to the side, pops up a shoulder, hair spills in front of his right eye.
“What do you think?” He asks, knowing full well what a fucking vision he looks like.
Words still fail you. How can you possible put into words how gorgeous he looks? And how many times had he already been told that in his lifetime? And the way he was sitting there, smugly amused by your reaction to him.
You aren't really thinking yet when you abandon your book on the floor. You're in front of him in an instant, leaning forwards, nose brushing against his, lips almost touching. You tilt your head ever so slightly, letting him think you're about to kiss him, let him lean up towards you, before pulling away
He huffs as you pull at him, not satisfied until he's standing. Your hands hook under his arms, around to his shoulder blades until they're being dragged down over his back as you sink your body down. Your mouth kisses at the exposed skin on his chest, and doesn't stop once it hits rich brocade.
You mouth over the hooks, tongue dragging against the seams, laying kisses over the corset until your thighs touch your calves and you're kneeling before him.
“What do I think?” Your murmur, lips pressing against the bottom hem of the corset, so close to his cock.
Olrox stares down at you in shock. You’re normally not this bold. He’s usually the one who has to instigate anything sexual, not because you don’t want too but because you get shy. And that's fine, he's more than happy to do the seducing, to chase you, and you blushing and squirming is a bonus. Of course he's wanted your confidence to grow, wondered what it would be like to see you bloom. Who knew all it would take to bring out your confidence would be a garment.
“Do you need me to show you?”
Olrox blinks down at you, the unexpected thrill of you being so forward making him forget what he had just said. “What?”
You chuckle against his skin and he shivers. "Can I show you how much I like it?"
Something warm catches in his chest as you nuzzle against his cock, the gesture is soft, comforting for you. His hand drifts down to your hair, threads his fingers between the strands.
"Yes."
It's all the permission you need. Any embarrassment you would usually have about taking any little bit of control is gone, replaced by a need to please him, to make him feel good, to make him feel as beautiful as he is, to engrave how beautiful you find him into his bones.
The way Olrox looks up at you when you push him down onto the bed makes your heart flutter. He's allowing you to do this, to push him back, trusting you to have this bit of control without abusing it. He doesn't get into subspaces like you, and you'd never ask him to submit to you, he's had enough of people trying to get him to submit. You're barely dominating him here, he's still got all the control, but he's letting you call the shots on where you touch him, letting you explore and worship him.
And fuck how you crave to worship him.
Your hands slide up and down the fabric and boning that covers his waist as you place your head between his legs. Running your tongue along the side, kissing the tip, taking it all into your mouth. He sighs when you do.
"Always so soft and warm for me, my love," He coos as you will your mouth to take him a little deeper.
As lovely as his cock is in your mouth, it's not what you really want. You've only done this a handful of times and it's always been from Olrox asking for it. This is the first time you've had the need, the want, all on your own for this.
"I want to fuck you," Your rasp out, pulling yourself off Olrox's cock.
His cock twitches against your cheek.
"Really?" He looks down at you in wonder and you nod eagerly.
His voice always sounds so calm and unaffected when he talks during sex. You realise you'd like to try and change that.
He reaches for the oil in the night stand and hands it to you. You kiss his hand as you take it.
"Thank you," Perhaps it's silly to say, especially as your now slicked finger circles his hole.
"For what?"
"Trusting me to have you like this."
You see his walls come down. The furrow of his brow, smirk falling into genuine smile.
"Well, you're going to take good care of me aren't you, sweet boy?"
A whine leaves your mouth. Yes, yes you are, you want too so badly, it's what he deserves, he deserves to be taken care off, especially when he takes such good care of you.
"My good patient boy. You're going to get me nice and-ah stretched out for your cock?" He rocks his hips as you slide a finger inside him. "Just like that. If I'd known all I needed to do to get you rushing to fold me in half I'd have- fuck, another finger, love- I'd have bought one of these a long time ago. This is what gets you riled up huh?"
"You get me riled up," You complain as three of your fingers thrust into him. "This is just... Fuck, Olrox you're beautiful."
He preens under you. Hips thrusting back against your fingers, his body rolling but slightly restricted by the corset. You wish you could have seen him put it on, or fuck-
"Next time, let me help you put it on?"
"Next time?" His eyes twinkle as he smiles.
"Oh you have to wear this again. And you want too, you enjoy seeing me frustrated," You wipe your fingers off on your thigh.
"And it is so easy to get you frustrated." Olrox hums, pleased with himself.
He watches as you get yourself ready for him. Harness sliding over your thighs, slicking your cock up with oil as it clicks into place.
"You going to fuck me with that now?" He spreads his legs against the crimson sheets. "That's a good boy, come here. You're going to give me what I need, aren't you?"
You crawl between his legs, panting and flushed even though he hasn't touched you. Your hands stroke over his thighs before finding purchase on that waist again, you could get addicted to holding him there.
"Yes," Olrox hisses out and throws his head back as you push your cock inside of him, bottoming out in one long, slow thrust.
You swear you can feel him around you. He'd be tight as you haven't done this in a while. Sensitive walls clenching around you as your thrust. And you do thrust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He can be so soft when he's inside of you, but when you're inside of him he doesn't like being treated like he's breakable. When you're inside of him he tells you-
"Harder, love. You wanted to show me how much you like me in this? Yes? Then harder, show me-" He chokes on his own moans, babbling around your cock, toes curling. "Like that, yes, good boy-"
Olrox's hands reach for you, pull you in so he can kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, demandingly, and as you moan back into his mouth he hooks a leg around you and flips you both over.
"You really like this, darling?" He runs a hand down over his stomach, taunting you, as he rises up and down, fucking himself on your cock.
"Yes, yes, Olrox, fuck," You dig your heels into the bed, your hands scramble at his hips, trying to get leverage to fuck up into him. "Please."
He hushes you, leans over to kiss you again as he rolls his hips against you.
"You can come if you can, love. If you can grind up into me so that this cock presses against you, rubs against you, or I can slide a hand down there myself after I come..." He trails off, you know there's about to be a catch. "If..."
Whining you paw at him, fingers greedily grabbing his ass, feeling where he's stretched out around you.
"Ah, close, my love. And you can be close too, if you tell me what you think."
"You- fuck, you know, Olrox, you're gorgeous-"
"And a man?"
"A-? Yes of course, you," Oh. "Yes, you still look like a man, Olrox, please-"
He leans down, kissing your neck, fangs grazing you. "Will you let me buy you one?"
Your head is spinning. "What?"
"If I come around your cock and then rub my fingers against you until you come, will you let me buy you a corset?"
His voice tickles your ear, but then he pulls back, bouncing harder on your cock now. You know he's close.
"I can help you put it on. You'd be so good for me, standing in front of the mirror as I lace you up, and then I can show you how handsome you are in it, play with your little hole, kiss you all over, fuck you-ah open, just like you're doing to me. Don't you want that, love?"
You do, of course you do, but it's hard to get anything out of your mouth other than moans as the curved back of the cock presses against your body, the groove catching on slick cock that's trapped behind it.
"Please, Olrox, please, please, I want, ah, I want you too, want you to show me I'm your good boy, I'm your good boy Olrox please-"
His thighs squeeze around yours. When he throws his head back, his hair fans around him, earrings jingling. He grinds down against your cock despite being oversensitive, riding out his orgasm, his come pooling on your chest.
You think he should be the one boneless, not sliding off your cock with ease. Before you can complain, his hand is where he promised it would be, already rubbing at your wet cock while the other tugs down the harness. He pushes it away, nails scratch against your thigh drawing your gaze down to his. All it takes it one swipe of his tongue against your cock and you're coming.
He strokes your hair as you come down, tells you how much he loves you, how well you fucked him, and of course, how pretty you're going to look for him after he stops back by that shop.
Headcanons of how would (BG3) Raphael, (Castlevania Nocturne) Olrox, and Ritcher react to his shy gn s/o linking their pinkies with their pinkies because they don't have enough courage to hold hands?
- CV-Non
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Raphael
He takes note of your shyness, cue his trademark “little mouse” line as he notes the shy blush on your cheeks,
But of course he holds your hand tightly in his, giving the back of it a kiss just to teasingly entice you
Richter
Flirtatious as ever, he can’t help but let out a giggle as you see his eyes coyly follow where you’re putting your hands
“Oh come on, don’t be shy, unlike your other times!”
Olrox
His reaction leans more towards surprise because it’s rare his paramours are that forward with him, usually he initiates most than others
Still that deep yet quiet laugh of his tells you he seeks more than just pinkies linked together
