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Oh shit, this is going to a direction I wasn't expecting

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 3

In which Y/N and Spencer decide to go on vacation together… then the unexpected happens

Warnings: Smut scenes, fluff, lying, second hand embarrassment probably, dirty talking, penetrative sex, oral sex(m rec)

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“What about Miami?” Y/N asked, hanging upside down with half of her body on Spencer’s bed.

He looked at her from the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his lips. “Miami’s dangerous. I’m not taking you to Miami.”

She groaned and tossed her phone up on the bed. “I wanna go somewhere with sun! And sand, and really pretty sunsets!”

Spencer nodded, spitting the toothpaste in the sink and washing his mouth out. He walked into the room when he was done and sat next to her. “We can go to Hawaii?” He shrugged.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t even seem like you want to go on a vacation anymore.” She said, sitting up and resting her head on his shoulder.

Spencer shook his head. “No, I do! I just want to make sure you’re happy and if you want to go to Miami, then let’s go, okay?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “But I want you to want to go to Miami! If I want to go to Miami but you don’t want to go to Miami, then what’s the point of going to Miami?” She asked.

“That was way to many Miami’s.” Spencer spoke. Y/N groaned and he pressed a hand to her back and rubbed it. “Look, I will go wherever you want and I’ll be happy about it because I will be with you.” He spoke.

Y/N jutted her bottom lip. “Awww.” She tilted her head. “You’re trying to get your dick sucked aren’t you?”

His eyebrows raised. “I mean, that wasn’t the original motive but I could go for that.” He smiled, leaning in, kissing her slowly. She pulled away and her hands went straight for the zipper of his pants.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The two of them decided on LA instead of Miami which both of them were happy with. They were staying at a beach house for an entire week.

Y/N was so excited. She walked into the BAU with a smile on her face. She was stopping by to tell her dad that she was leaving town to spend the week at a friend’s house.

He saw her and held his arms open. “Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here?”

She glanced around, seeing the rest of his coworkers surround them. “I just wanted to stop by and see you all.” She smiled as he kissed her cheek. “And to tell you that I’m going out of town for a week.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really? Why?” He asked.

Y/N paused for a moment. “I’m going to LA to stay with my friend, Mia. Remember? She was my roommate in college.” She told him.

Rossi nodded. “Ohhh. Okay, make sure you bring your taser and your pepper spray.” She nodded. “Oh! And don’t forget to turn on your location.”

Y/N chuckled. She glanced at Spencer who hadn’t noticed her come in. He was reading something at his desk with the tip of his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips.

Her boyfriend was so fucking cute.

So anyway, she made a big deal out of a cough to get his attention so he’d look at her and realize she was there. “You okay, kid?” Hotch asked.

She nodded and cleared her throat, inwardly celebrating when Spencer rose from his chair and made his way over to them. He pressed his lips together and nodded at her, sticking his hands in his pockets.

She smiled at him and waved a bit before looking at her father, sighing. “Okay, well. I should get going. I just wanted to see you one last time before I leave for the week.”

Her father nodded and kissed her cheek. “Okay, sweetheart.” He paused. “Uh, I think I’m gonna have Reid take you to the airport. Just to make sure you get there okay.” He looked back at Spencer who looked confused. “Y’know, because you’re going to see your mom in Vegas this week too, right?”

He cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, of course.” He nodded. Emily and JJ nudged each other.

Y/N smiled and bit her lip. “Great! Pick me up from my place tonight?” She looked around, almost gasping when she realized how it sounded. “I’ll send you my address and my flight time.” She added.

Spencer nodding, pursing his lips a bit. “Of course. I’ll see you then.”

It was awkward now. She nodded and looked around. “Okay, well I’ll see you all when I get back.” She turned to her dad. “I’ll text you when I land okay?” She kissed his cheek and they all aid their goodbyes before she left.

As she was leaving, she pulled her phone out with a smirk and texted Spencer.

To: Dick Dealer 💘

Guess who’s getting head on the way to the airportttttttttt

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer watched Y/N try to load her big ass suitcase into the back of his car. It was really heavy because even if she denied it, she also knew that it was true, she was an over packer.

He chuckled and moved forward to help her get it in there. She sighed and giggled saying, “You just keep racking up boyfriend points huh?”

She kissed him and slid out from between his arms and walked to the passenger side of the car, getting in.

A few moments later, Spencer got in the car with a sigh. He leaned his head against the headrest and looked at his girlfriend. “You ready?” He asked.

She was practically glowing with excitement. “Yes, I’m so ready. Like readier than I ever have been.” He chuckled.

“Y’know, since we’re going to a place where no one knows us…” She trailed off. “We could walk around town holding hands, kissing…” She smirked. “We could have loud sex in a bathroom and not have to worry about anyone recognizing us.”

“A public bathroom?” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows.

She clicked her tongue. “Yeah, probably not the best idea. Even though you did just finger me on the counter of one a week ago.” She shrugged.

Spencer sighed. “That’s also true.” She giggled. “Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He told her.

She smiled as he started the car and pulled out of his parking space. “For now, I’ll just give you your reward for earning all those boyfriend points.” She whispered, her nails lightly gliding over his thigh. Spencer glanced at her as she pulled her hair back into a low ponytail.

“Oh shit, head two days in a row!?” He smiled excitedly. Her fingers pulled his zipper down and she glanced up at him through her lashes.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile and leaned over the armrest, licking her lips. “Focus on the road, babe.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer and Y/N held hands as they rolled their bags into the hotel. It felt weird to be able to hold hands in public and not be worrying about who was watching.

They looked like a married couple. Spencer had sunglasses on and Y/N wore a short white sundress with one of his Hawaiian button ups thrown over her shoulders. It was too hot to be buttoned up so Spencer snuck glances at her boobs every few minutes.

She knew it too.

Anyway, they checked into their room. It was a nice large room with a king sized bed, long frilly blinds that covered the glass doors to the balcony, a bathroom and a big ass TV.

She jumped up and down and squealed, throwing her suitcase down. She ran and jumped onto the bed. Spencer watched her jump on the bed and chuckled.

He walked over to the curtains in front of the balcony doors and pulled them open. He heard Y/N gasp. “Spence! Scratch the bathroom sex, we can have balcony sex!” She squealed.

She ran and jumped into his arms, burying her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After a long day of sight seeing, Spencer and Y/N returned to their hotel room. “Baby, I told you you need more sunscreen.” Spencer chuckled.

Underneath her eyes and her shoulders were a light shade of red, giving her a permanent blush. It was dark out by now, the stars in the sky shining bright.

Y/N groaned and bit her lip. “I knowwww.” She drew out.

She spun around, closing the door and stalking closer to Spencer who had taken off his shirt to get ready for a shower.

“Spencer…”

He spun around quickly. It was like he was waiting for her to call his name. “Don’t you wanna get a little extra sweaty before you get in the shower? Y’know, put it to good use.”

He nodded and walked forward quickly, grabbing the backs of her thighs and picking her up, set her down on the table behind her. His lips were on hers immediately, tongue breaking past her lips.

Her dress rode up with his hands on her thighs and her hands gripped his bare waist. She moaned into his mouth and her legs wrapped around him. One of his hands made it’s way between her legs, rubbing her clit. He felt the dampness and smiled as he licked into her mouth.

“Mm…” She moaned.

He groaned and pulled away. “I love this dress, on you baby.” He whispered. Her mouth fell open and she kicked her shoes off, licking her lips.

“You wanna keep it on while you fuck me?” She asked, looking up at him, biting her lip.

Spencer shut his eyes, keeping his fingers on her clothed clit and he nodded. “Fuck, yes. I’m gonna take these off though, okay baby?” He snapped the band of her panties against her skin.

She nodded and moaned as he pulled them down her legs and throwing them aside. She swallowed hard as her hands reached for his shorts. She helped him pull them off and she licked her lips when she saw his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

She grabbed at him and he chuckled, pulling his boxers down. His dick sprang out and she bit her lip in anticipation. “Please, Spence! Fuck, I need it so bad.” She mumbled.

Spencer lined his dick up with her entrance and grabbed her jaw, making her look at him as he pushed into her. She gasped, her eyes widening.

His eyebrows creased as he shut his eyes an groaned. “You always feel so fuckin’ good baby.” He moaned, his hand was placed on the top of her stomach and his thumb rubbed her clit.

Her lip was caught hard between her teeth as he slowly rocked into her. “Ohhh… fuck Spence.”

His hips snapped slowly and his thumb moved at the same pace. “I’m so glad we’re here baby.” He mumbled. He groaned as she clenched around him.

“Me too, Spence— fuck, me too!” He began to snap his hips faster, going deeper into her. His thumb left her clit and he placed his hand on the side of her face. She sucked his thumb into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He nodded, his thrust speeding up a bit. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and went back down to rub her clit.

She whined and moaned for another two minutes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” She nodded, her voice high pitched and breathy.

“Me too, you always get me so there.” He groaned as his thrusts got faster.

“Fuck! Spencer—“ Her moms were cut short when an orgasm raked over her body, her thighs squeezing Spencer’s.

She felt him come inside her and her chest heaved. “Fucking shit… oh my god, have we ever had sex on a desk?” She asked, feeling him pull out slowly so he didn’t hurt her.

He shook his head. “Nope. Cuz my other desk is in the BAU and you didn’t wanna get caught getting bent over my desk.” He smirked, kissing her. She kissed back.

“Do we have any ice?” She asked, hopping off of the desk, looking around the room for a bucket.

“The ice machine’s in the hall.” He said. Spencer was always really touchy-feely after sex so he was trying to guide her towards the bed instead of the ice bucket on the bedside table. He also wasn’t done for the night so he was trying to get the sexy little dress off of her.

She giggled as he buried his head into her neck. “Go start your shower, I need ice for my skincare.” She nodded, placing her hands on the arms that were wrapped around her. “I’ll join you when I come back.” She winked, turning her head and kissing him.

He groaned and pulled away from her, walking towards the bathroom. He watched her grab the ice bucket and make her way towards the door.

A few minutes later, he was in the shower.

Five minutes later, he had realized that Y/N wasn’t in the shower with him yet and that was a problem for him and his dick.

So, he got out of the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and walked into the bedroom. “Babe?” He called.

No answer.

He duro his brows and walked towards the hotel room door. It was cracked open. He ran his fingers through his hair and peeked out of the room.

He looked to the right, nothing.

He looked to the left.

There were ice chips spilling out of the black bucket that Y/N had just carried out of the room. His heart plummeted and he ran out into the hallway.

“No.” He whispered.

“Y/N!?” He called out again. “Fuck, no! No! No!”

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Dramaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyways hope you enjoyed this

Thank you tot he people who requested something like this in the comments on the last part I love ya bunches

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iwhishtomeetinournextlife · 1 year

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Venomous

Part 4 of my Dracula x reader

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Not based on any type of media really, just a modern Dracula idea.

Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, biting, blood play, blood drinking (they're vampires, duh), mentions of car sex, vampire compulsion, angst, daddy kink, dd/lg, family drama.

A/N: It doesn't feel like I know what I'm doing but honestly nothing feels good with these ratios

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You wonder if the last person he was with had experienced his playfulness.

Surely they had, because the infamous Count Dracula was a constant delight to experience. His smile could sweep you off your feet, but the grin he gives you just before doing something naughty was just sinful.

It was a good thing you were already on your back.

It starts with waking slowly to a hand on your stomach, moving in slow, soothing circles. You smile, leaning closer to him, breathing in that scent of pine and something musky. Your eyes open when his hand drifts higher, up your stomach to rest just below your breasts.

"Can I help you with something, Count?" You ask softly, voice laced heavily with sleep.

He's facing you, on his side, his hair in a state of disarray, his eyes are alight with mischief.

"I'm doing okay, just want to explore my pretty girl." He murmurs casually.

You can't help the smile.

"I'm pretty sure you explored every inch of me last night." You murmur.

You could remember it clearly, your hands pressed over your mouth to muffle your moans as he fucked into you from behind. The memory makes you shiver.

Drac's eyes flashes red for a second, his smile broadening.

"You sound so ungrateful little one," he teases, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your lips. You close your eyes, reciprocating his kiss easily. His lips are gentle and you sigh blissfully into him, feeling arousal pool between your legs.

When he pulls back, he looks playfully stern- his eyes squinted and his lips turned down into a comical frown.

"I want another taste of you and I will not be denied." He grumbles, one of his slender fingers taps at the tip of your nose.

You smile.

"I'm not denying you, Daddy." You whisper.

He looks boyish when he smiles next, that glint of playfulness shining in his eyes as he moves his body lower, his head dipping under the sheets.

You let out a silent laugh as you watch the bump of his head moving under the covers, feeling him settle between your thighs, long fingers curling around your underwear to slide them down your legs. You hear his huff of frustration as the material gets caught on your upper thighs that are spread open too much to accommodate the vampire between your legs to slip your underwear off and you gasp when you hear the material rip without hesitation.

You hear him groan quietly at the sight of your dripping centre. You feel a few kisses to your thighs before he buries his tongue in your pussy.

You gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as he touches your clit almost immediately, picking a nice slow pace to start with that feels amazing.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!" You whisper, knowing he can hear you.

He chuckles, his tongue still on you, the vibrations send tingles up your spine as he tastes you.

He takes his time, going slow, before he stops, moving his head up a little, kissing at your mound and moving his way to your hips.

You know what's coming, even though he's never done it there before. You clench in anticipation.

His large hand rubs over your womb.

"Relax, sweet girl- I'm only going to bite you." He reassures, possibly misinterpreting your excitement for anxiety.

You clench around nothing, knowing that his bites fill you with immeasurable bliss.

Were you developing a pavlovian response to his teeth? Was that even a bad thing?

He kisses your hip, and you can't fight the needy anticipation, trying not to press your hip deeper against his mouth. You're eager and desperate for the press of his fangs into your skin.

He does it slowly. So that you feel the pressure of his fangs against your skin, followed by an increasing pinch of pain, and then he breaks your skin and you gasp loudly, hands flying up to muffle the sounds. His venom goes right to your core, makes you feel ten times more swollen and pulsing for him, before it spreads like liquid fire in your veins. Your own fangs elongate for a moment in response to him. You feel the unexplained urge to bite your daddy just the way he bites you.

Your skin gets hypersensitive, the brush of your shirt against your pebbled nipples make you gasp, the sheets draped over your legs feel like there are hands touching you all over.

You tremble, desperate to moan loudly.

You barely register the feeling of him drinking from you until now, you hear the movement of his throat as he swallows mouthfuls of your blood. Then he stops, detaching his fangs, licking the wound clean as it closes, before switching to your other hip.

This time, you cum. Back arching off the bed, body trembling as he bites into you swiftly, the flood of venom pushing you over the edge until you're gushing and empty around nothing.

When he stops, raises his head and lifts the sheets for you to see his face, his crimson eyes are hooded, filled with an intense desire. A drop of your blood rolls down from the corner of his lips. He uses his thumb to swipe the droplet back into his mouth, licking his lips.

"I'm never going to get used to how good you taste, little one."

You swallow, looking into his eyes with butterflies moving in excited circles in your stomach.

"Promise?" You ask in a small voice, bliss still flooding your system.

He stills for a moment, looking deep into your eyes and you feel like he can see all your emotions laid bare.

"Promise." He confirms, dipping his head to kiss right below your belly button.

You squirm when he drops his head to your pussy again.

"Daddy- no- please," you whine in frustration, "Want your cock."

You're rewarded with a little growl of disapproval, his hands pushing your legs up to guide one over each shoulder.

"You take what I give you, greedy girl, and nothing more." He says below your sheets.

You're unable to speak as his tongue sinks into your heat.

Your gasp of delight is too loud. He squeezes your hip in warning and you're forced to cover your mouth with both hands because he doesn't relent. His tongue works wonders, swirling over your clit so swiftly that your thigh twitches involuntarily. You can hear the sloppy sounds of his mouth as he tastes you, and the even quieter moans of pleasure that leave his chest. He's genuinely enjoying his current position, you realise.

Your toes curl, back arching as you feel your orgasm is imminent.

You let out a small sound of warning, something you know only he can hear, and he responds eagerly, lips sealing over your clit and you cum again.

You pant, desperate for air you don't need as your body floods with euphoria.

Drac crawls his way out from under the sheets, smiling at you while he hovers over you.

"Good morning little one." He says softly and you let out a long sigh.

"Morning daddy." You smile, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss.

His hands are everywhere, smoothing over your sleep shirt and under to your hips and gripping your waist and you sigh into his mouth, you can taste the remnants of your blood and your cunt on his tongue and sharing the taste with you feels ritualistic in some way. You're just here for him to take, and do with what he pleases. The only man that could ever hope to take any kind of control from you now- is him.

He lets out a low sound of frustration.

"I want to fucking ravish every inch of your body, baby." He whispers, his hands slipping under your back to pull your body into his.

You squeak as he pulls you off the bed a little, your legs wrapping around his hips as he kisses you with so much rough passion that your head spins.

You don't let him stop, returning all that desire with your own. He pulls your shirt off, and his mouth latches on to one of your nipples almost immediately.

Your mouth opens to moan and is quickly covered by his hand, reminding you of exactly where you were. On your childhood bed, with the man that had turned you into a vampire.

You groan behind his hand when his mouth moves to your other breast and you find that you can hardly take it anymore.

You knock his hand from your mouth, but before you can pin him on his back like you intended, he's spinning you around, pressing your face into the bed.

"Wanna be daddy's bad girl? Hmm? Is that it?"

His grip is like iron, both hands held behind your back by one of his. Firmly fixed so that you can only wriggle hopelessly. You couldn't believe that you were leagues stronger than a human but he could still pin you in one move. It made you so much more aroused.

You even kick your legs for good measure. Not trying to escape, as much as display your need to act like a brat.

It's why you're not prepared when his cock slides right into you.

You let out the smallest sound, wet enough that he fills you in one fluid stroke and presses right up against your cervix. Your body trembles with the pleasure. You try to rock back against him but you freeze when his teeth makes contact with your shoulder.

It's gentle, torturous, his fangs aren't protruding, his teeth doesn't break your skin, yet you feel yourself clench down anyway.

A small sound of distress from not getting what you want leaves your mouth. He's not biting you, he's not fucking you, but you can feel all of it.

"Please." You whine on a quiet breath, "Please, daddy."

His hand tightens on your wrists, his hips press deeper into you. You can tell he likes the words you say though he tries to resist it.

"I'll be good daddy I promise." You whisper, "Just- please please please I need you to fuck me please daddy please."

You can feel his resolve breaking down, he rocks his hips into you just a little.

"You mean so much to me. You make me feel so good. You give me exactly what I need and I've never needed anything more than you." You try again.

It's what crumbles him, and you feel his cock draw back only to push into you. You sigh, relaxing as you finally get what you want.

He's slow at first, his teeth still pressed into your skin gently as he rocks in, giving you unnecessary time to adjust. You were already well adjusted to the thickness of his cock, the length that always seemed to fill you just right.

"So good." You sigh, pushing back against him as best as possible, trying to encourage the steady push of his hips.

He finally detaches his teeth from your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"Are you going to be quiet for me little one? You can't cry when you come this time like I know you love to. You don't want anyone to know that you're taking daddy's cock in your room, right?"

You gasp at his filthy words. Where did this side of him even come from?

He pauses for a second only to slam into you harder. You suck in a sharp breath, afraid that you're going to scream his name if he keeps this up.

"Hush now baby. Let daddy use you just how he likes."

He's not even going fast- but you cum anyway. Violently shaking as his words bounce in your head. Your body pulsing around him as you bury your head into your sheets gasping. Your legs shake, your body shudders. You can feel every inch of your skin in the best way possible.

You're floating now, eyes half-lidded, only brought back to reality when he clicks his tongue in disappointment above you.

"What a fucking desperate little girl." He taunts, "Coming on my cock when I wasn't even trying to make you cum."

He pulls his cock from you, and you whine sadly at the emptiness. He flips you onto your back.

The mock disappointment in his face drains into shock when he sees the level of glassiness in your eyes.

He's never seen you this deep in subspace, blissed out and locked onto him like he's the center of your universe. Something primal rears its head inside him.

"Oh, my pretty girl." He breathes, looking into your eyes. You bite down on your lip, eyes locked on him.

"Daddy?" You whisper, "Am I bad?" Your lip trembles in despair.

He's transfixed, pulling your bottom lip free from your teeth so that he can kiss you deeply. Your tongue isn't as focused as it was before, only seeking to glide along his for as long as he wants. You preen happily when he sucks on your tongue.

"No, little one," he says when he finally separates from you, "You're a very, very good girl."

A little smile pulls onto your face and Dracula would tear the world apart to keep it there.

"Want you to take whatever you want from me." You whisper, looking up at him.

His breathing deepens in an attempt to calm the primal urge inside him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, pushing himself back into you with a grunt. If he was back home with you, he'd make good on your wants, he'd fuck into you over and over until you couldn't move. Until he'd found your limit. He'd go for days if he had to. Until you were boneless and sated in every way. Filled with his cum, and his blood, and his love.

But now, here, where he could hear the rest of your family sleeping in other rooms of the house, so close to waking. He wouldn't be able to push your limits here.

He keeps that in mind when he enters you. His pace is fast, and not as rough as he wants it to be because your hips slapping together would definitely wake someone and he's not sure he'd be sane if someone interrupted him right now.

He pumps into you vigorously, watching you lose more and more of your thoughts until you're hooked on him completely. And when you cum next, he can't resist biting into you at the same moment, covering your mouth to muffle your little shout.

He drinks right from your neck. His venom sings in your veins, you can feel your body gush all around him as your eyes roll back.

He doesn't hesitate after, cupping the back of your head to press his lips to yours. The metallic taste of your own blood spreads over your tongue.

He groans into your mouth when he comes, his body stuttering as he fills you right up. You can still feel his thick cock pulsing inside you as he breaks the kiss.

Each breath from his lips is followed by a little groan. Too silent to be heard by any other ears than yours.

It's beautiful to watch. His mouth smeared with your blood, his fangs peeking out from behind his parted lips as he sucks in air in an attempt to calm himself- all because of you.

You lick at your own lips, tasting your blood, appreciating being woken up in such a manner.

You can't help the call in your body to bring him closer, to press your face into his neck and breathe in his scent because he was yours and yours alone and no one would ever take him away from you.

And you fall asleep like that, his cock nestled deep inside you as he pulls your body into a comfortable position on top of his. He sighs, fingers dancing through your hair as you're lulled to sleep above him.

You feel safe, and comfortable and even though you're in your own bed, nothing feels more like home than he does.

An hour later, you're both roused by footsteps heading in your direction. You raise your head in alarm, but his hand stops you from moving too far by cupping the back of your neck. The footsteps move past your room.

"Few more minutes, little one." Drac grumbles, bringing your head back into his chest. You smile, settling against him, cozy in his arms.

Your mom makes you help decorate, and everyone agrees because according to them you're the pickiest person in the house. The title makes you frown. You feel initially embarrassed with Drac hearing that, you quietly grumble that you wouldn't be picky if your family knew how to colour match and you begrudgingly grab the keys to your mom's car.

She gives you the receipt for a bakery and tells you to pick up the cake they ordered on the way back and your eyes widen in shock. A cake? They'd bought a cake? You try not to cry when you agree to the errand, turning and heading to the car.

You stand in the garage with your hands on your hips, staring at the car.

"Something wrong?" Drac asks from behind you.

"The last time I drove a car. I died." You say, looking back at him.

He takes a step forward, his hands settle on your hips.

"Not even a car crash could kill you now." He says softly into your ear, kissing your cheek.

Your hands settle over his.

"Can you drive?" You ask, your body thrumming with nervous energy.

He pinches your chin, turning your head so he can lean over and give you a passionate kiss.

"Of course." He says when he pulls back, taking the keys from you.

"It's not that I'm afraid." You say, trying to explain. Though, you were in fact afraid.

"I'm just- I'm not sure-"

"-Hey." He interrupts with his hands cupping either cheek. You look into his eyes easily.

"You don't have to lie to me. Dying can be traumatic, even if you lived. I know. Don't ever think you have to hide your fears from me."

You close your eyes, giving him a wobbly frown.

"The very thought of driving reminds me of it. I can still feel it, you know? I can still feel the momentum as the car flips, and the fear and the look in her eyes when she sees me." You say, referring to the deer.

His fingers drum on your cheeks, bringing your attention back to him. He leans in until your heads touch. He doesn't say anything, projecting comfort that you gladly soak up until you give him one final kiss and a nod, signalling you're okay now.

"You don't have a license do you?" You ask him during the car ride.

Dracula turns to look at you, one arm on the steering wheel and the other between your thighs.

"No. Why would I need one?"

"Uh? To drive?"

"You don't need a license to drive, baby." He informs, as if its the most obvious thing on the planet.

"Yes you do." You argue.

"Nooo, you need a license to drive legally."

"Legal- Drac- you're absolutely unhinged."

He grins at you.

"Of course I am. I'm an immortal vampire with the ability to compel humans into doing whatever I want." He grabs your hand, bringing it to his face to place a kiss on the back and your stomach tingles, "That means there's no law that can stop me."

"Well that's a scary thought." You acknowledge.

"Relax, little one, I'm not a bad guy, and, actually, you have almost the exact same power that I do."

"Because you made me." You say with an obvious tone.

"Mmhmm, and there aren't many vampires like us."

You blink in confusion. You'd never really gotten a decent chance to talk about this stuff.

"What do you mean?"

"You know how humans are the same species but have adapted to live in many different parts of the world?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, we do the same. Vampires have different traits depending on which part of the world they were in. There are some that can't stand the sunlight, and there are others that shed their skins and can fly. It's really why there aren't much vampire hunter organisations like you see in the movies- they get wiped out so quickly."

"Then- what type of vampire are we?"

"I just kind of go by moroi."

"Which is just the Romanian word for vampire."

Drac grins.

"Clever girl."

You bite down on your bottom lip, enjoying the praise.

"And... what kind of powers do we have?"

"Wellll, the compulsion is pretty rare, and with practice, you can do it on both human and vampires."

You make a sound of surprise and he looks over at you grinning.

"Yeah it's cool, but it doesn't work on the people I turn or the people that turned me."

"Is it the bloodlines? Are we related?" You say, turning to him with a scrunch of distaste on your face.

"I mean I know I call you daddy... but you're not like my actual daddy are you?"

Drac throws his head back laughing. The sound is deep and erotic but it does not inspire you to feel confident.

"Oh princess, we're not related no, but there's a bond between a sire and his little vampire that dissuades you from acting against me."

You find that you really like the sound of that.

"Me? I'm daddy's little vampire?" You ask softly and he cuts you a dangerous look.

"Careful, princess. We have a lot to do and no time to stop to satisfy that greedy little cunt."

It's your turn to laugh at him.

"Then why are you hard already?" You tease.

He gives you a dangerous look before he pulls over in a secluded spot.

"Mmmh." Drac moans in protest. His mouth is latched around your nipple, his cock is buried deep inside you in the back seat.

"What is it?" You ask, knowing that the sound is one of annoyance.

He takes his time, pulling off your nipple with a little sound.

"Cop. Pulling over." He explains, and then you sharpen your hearing to listen. Sure enough, you hear the crunching of gravel as the vehicle comes to a stop behind you.

You look at Drac with wide eyes. Your shirt is pushed up, to expose your breasts and your jeans sit halfway down your legs, body folded to accommodate the beautiful man inside you.

You hear the door to the cop car open, and Drac takes his time, tugging your shirt down to hide your body.

"Relax. Trust me." He says calmly.

You find yourself clenching around him as he says those words.

Drac lowers the window when the cop taps on it.

"Good morning officer." He greets, and it's the first time you register his accent switch completely to match the place you're in.

Your mouth parts in surprise.

"Sir, do you know what you're doing is illegal?"

"I'm not doing anything illegal sir, I'm just looking for something I dropped back here when I was driving."

You can hear it. The power in his voice. It's like a sound wave that wasn't made to be heard by normal ears.

The cop stands stunned for a moment.

"You believe me right?" Drac asks. Your eardrums tingle with the sound of his power. It's beautiful.

The cop nods.

"Okay, have a nice day sir." He says, before turning and walking away.

"You too!" Drac calls, before rolling up the glass and turning back to you.

"Holy shit." You whisper, clenching around him again.

He grins.

"Now, little one, where was I?" He says, reverting back to his normal accent.

He throws you for a loop the more you learn about him. You enjoy listening to his accent switch when he talks to other people. You realise slowly that the way he speaks when you first met is different than the way he speaks now. He'd adjusted to match your syntax, and the idea that he might have done it subconsciously makes your chest flutter.

"I'm not picky am I?" You ask, as you compare tablecloth colours to the party streamers you picked up.

His arms wrap around you.

"So what if you are? I like it. You know what you want and you go for it."

You smile.

"Sorry, yeah, it's just that-" you sigh.

"Your family makes you feel bad about it." He answers.

"Yeah. It's trivial. I know it is. But they make it seem like I always get what I want when I always feel like I'm compromising for them. I guess I'm just trying to figure out if it's me or them."

He kisses your cheek.

"From what I know about you, you like to be comfortable. That doesn't make you picky or troublesome. It just makes you... you."

"And that's not bad?"

He spins you around, pulling you into his chest with a playful grin.

"Nothing about you is bad. At all."

You smile into his mouth when he kisses you.

You stare off into the distance, sitting on your bed. You had one question racing through your head.

Why you?

When your family constantly made fun of your little quirks. You're sure they don't mean it in a harmful way, but it still gets to you. It makes you wonder why he chose you in the first place.

"Drac?" You call.

He hums in response, shuffling through his shirts.

"Why did you change me?"

He turns to look at you.

"I was going to anyway." He says.

"But you had doubts right?"

"...Yes."

"So what happened to eliminate those doubts?"

He sighs, and you know it's for the emphasis because he doesn't even need to breathe. He takes a seat on the bed beside you, reaching out to take your hand.

There's a long moment of silence, and you look over at him curiously.

"The last person I changed, I thought I was in love. She was beautiful and ethereal and though she was human, I'd look at her sometimes and feel my own mortality in her eyes."

He swallows, and you have to note that it's done with pure pain and no other reason.

"Everything fell apart when I turned her. She became... so much less. I'd made a bad judge of character. I promised I'd never do it again."

He's so still, with so much sadness in his eyes, and you squeeze his palm gently, reminding him that he's not there anymore, that he's here with you in your childhood bedroom. He looks at you and smiles.

"You probably don't remember, but when I came upon you, you were still conscious. You'd peeked an eye open and looked up at me. There was blood running down one half of your face. I could hear how difficult it was for you to breathe with your ribs puncturing your lungs, and you'd looked up at me, and asked me if the deer was okay." He says, drinking in your somber expression.

"Of course I asked, it was a mom and her baby." You whisper, as if it made obvious sense to ask.

Drac smiles, gives a slow shake of his head with his eyes closed, before looking at you.

"I think you're the only person to ever ask me something like that in a long while."

"Are you sure?" You murmur in disbelief, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, and when I look at you, I think the world is a better place with you in it."

You blink. Your mouth turns down into a frown, your dead heart squeezing in your chest.

"You mean that?" You ask on a whisper and he smiles, leaning into you to take you into his arms, squeezing you there reassuringly.

"Every word." He kisses the top of your head.

"Thank you." You murmur, returning the tightness of his hold.

Your mother had invited everyone to this party. Not only relatives, but family friends who had watched you grow up, and the more people that arrive, the more uncomfortable you get. The discomfort stems solely from the amount of beating hearts in the house and nothing else. Your cousins greet you happily, though this time you can hear when she comments about your body behind your back. You frown, looking down at the shape you'd be stuck with for the rest of your life. Surely it wasn't that bad?

"Holy shit, who is that?" You hear her ask, continuing to eavesdrop as you make your way to your mom's side.

You fight a smile, looking in the same direction they're staring off into, and seeing his head just a little bit above everyone else.

Dracula stands out like a beautiful centerpiece. He's charismatic and kind and laughs with them. You can tell he likes it, being in a large group. He has that caring attention down, making your chest warm with the way he treats your family.

"You don't think he's too old for you?" You mom interrupts your thoughts with some of her own and you blink, turning your head in surprise.

If only she knew.

"I think he makes me feel like the safest person on the planet." You answer honestly, "Like there's nothing I can face that we can't get through together."

You can only return his warm glance with a gentle smile when he looks at you then, having heard your words.

"Well, not nothing." She tries to argue, attempting to be the voice of reason to her daughter that she thinks is in over her head.

You think you mean it though. You don't think there's an obstacle that can be put in your way that he can't lessen the burden of.

"Maybe... I guess we'll see." You respond.

"I mean, wait till you have kids. Then everything is a fight."

Your eyebrows raise at the thought.

"Maybe I don't want kids anymore." You say to her softly and she gives you a horrified look.

"You've always wanted." She says, and then she looks over to Dracula, "Does he not want?" Her tone is suspicious.

"I've never asked." You say to her, "It's not really my first priority right now."

She gives you a look of disbelief.

"Did something else happen in the accident? Is there something you're not telling me?"

Goddammit she was good, her deductions were on point and you splutter to find the words to lie to her.

"No! Nothing else happened. I-" the sentence drops off as she looks at you expectantly.

You feel the anxiety burst in your head, you frown as all the scents and sounds overwhelm you. You press a hand over your face trying to get some control.

"I'm your mother I can tell when you're lying." She continues to accuse, unaware of the distress you're in.

Why couldn't she see your pain?

Then there's a presence beside you. One that feels warm though he's only the temperature of the room, one hand on your shoulder, guiding you away. The calm timbre of his voice excusing you from the conversation for something very urgent.

You don't really say anything to him until you're upstairs in your room.

"It's too loud." You whine to him, covering your ears with your hands in an attempt to drown out the sounds.

You can hear the roar of everyone talking, forks clinking against plates, a loud booming laugh, the sounds of people swallowing and hearts beating and you feel like tearing your hair out- anything to make it stop.

His hands cup your cheek, your eyes land on his beautiful dark ones. You can't focus on anything he's saying though his lips are moving.

You can feel overwhelming tears spilling down your face and the only thing you can think to do is bury your face in his chest.

His arms wrap around you easily, squeezes you tight, and guides you to sit on his lap on your bed.

The size of him is the first thing to calm you. That he's all around you and he's yours and he smells so good to you and you find yourself responding to his attention.

It's why you barely think when you tilt your head up, tugging his shirt down a little and licking the nape of his neck, asking for permission.

A tilt of his head to give you more space is all the permission you need before your fangs are piercing his skin and oh god there it is.

His blood fills your mouth and you hear him groan. His cock hardening below you involuntarily. Your hands tighten around him, daring him to pull away.

He tastes so good. He gives you everything you need. You try your hardest to show him that, make him feel it.

You unlatch, licking his wounds closed before you're biting into him again. The metallic tang of his blood filling your mouth again.

He hisses. His hand is tight on the back of your head and he lets you drink ravenously from him.

When you lick his wounds closed again, in preparation to bite him a third time, he finally stops you.

"Easy, little one." His hand grips your hair tightly, "You'll drain me dry and not in a good way."

You blink, deep in hazy thoughts, blinking again as awareness seeps into you.

"Oh. Sorry daddy."

He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

"It's okay. You're still my very very good girl."

You groan, leaning into him.

"I love when you call me that." You confess to him.

"What? Good girl?"

You give a little hum of displeasure.

"Yours. Your good girl."

"Well I'm just calling you what you are baby."

You smile, hiding your face in his chest.

"Well. I like it." You mumble, your skin tingling in pleasure.

You stay like that for a few minutes, nestled against him, content. Is this the way the rest of your life looks like? Safe, tucked in his arms, while he gives you everything you could ever hope to need from him? Were you giving him what he needed in return? You really hoped so, because you never wanted this to end.

"Do you know that the way you talk changes depending on who you're talking to?"

He chuckles.

"What have you noticed about me, little one?" He asks in his true accent and you shiver with delight.

"When we met, you spoke like that... old English type way, and the more we spoke, the more you picked up my speech pattern... and with that cop today... your entire accent changed.... and then you matched my dad's syntax earlier."

His hand smoothes over your back.

"Yes?" He asks, urging you to continue.

"You code switch a lot. Do you realise?"

"It's... a benefit of living as long as I have. Mirroring the language that I'm in comes second nature to me." He kisses the top of your head. "It helps me blend right in. No one bats an eye when you talk just like them."

You smile.

"It's cute."

"How dare you."

You break into laughter.

"Five hundred years of accent adaptation to be called cute. I should bend you over my knee."

The idea arouses you, and Drac picks up on the scent of your arousal and your silence and he gets the message loud and clear.

"Well, now you're just asking for it, aren't you?"

"Dunno what you're talking about Daddy, we should go back soon, people will be missing us."

His chest vibrates as he chuckles.

"So you're moving back to live with him? In Romania? How long have you known him?" Your cousin asks invasively.

"A...couple of months- but I like him." You say to her.

Realistically you couldn't defend it. And no one would really understand it either. You'd become something... someone beyond their human comprehension. The rules no longer applied to you like that.

"You know this doesn't sound safe, right? There's stories all over the Internet about women moving across countries for boyfriends that end up abusing them."

You nod in understanding. You figured this argument would come up.

You didn't have a good response.

You swallow instead, nodding along as she tells you all the many ways you could become dead or enslaved.

It wasn't a comfortable conversation to have, and she wasn't wrong. What was stopping Drac from turning on you? He was stronger and faster and had been doing this for plenty longer than you had, and all you had to go on was his kindness. You knew that so many people started out kind, and could then end up so much worse and here you were... putting blind faith in him.

It scares you for a moment, before you remember. The careful way he holds you, the way he opens himself up to being fed on so easily. You could tear his throat out at any time you wanted, and still, he'd trusted you to feed on him every time.

Then there was you. You weren't weak by any standard. If he wanted to hurt you, it wouldn't be easy.

"I think I could take him though." You finally say with a nod. "If it came down to it, he'd have trouble enslaving me." You finally say, smiling when she frowns and excusing yourself.

He finds you right after.

"I'd never do that to you." He says on a rushed breath.

You pause, smiling up at him.

"I bet loads of men have promised women the exact same thing. If you look at it through her eyes, she has a reason to be concerned."

"I know but I want you to know that I'd die before I hurt you like that."

You stop, turning to look at him. He looks serious and sincere.

You nod in acceptance.

"I trust you, Drac."

He leans down to kiss the top of your head.

"I'd say that went well." You murmur to your mom as you help pick up some of the trash left behind, a couple of paper cups and such being abandoned on the tables.

"Yeah, and there's not much cake left either." She says, and you smile, grabbing a damp cloth to swipe a cross the tables.

You wonder if your mom would apologise for earlier, but knowing her, it was more likely to be brushed under the rug and only brought up in a passive aggressive manner during disagreements.

You sigh, hating that your family couldn't own up to their mistakes, never apologising for doing things wrong, but they were the only family you had, and you guessed they were better than having none at all.

Still, you find an excuse to grab one of those shitty beers hiding in the back of the fridge, and take it to the edge of the front porch, far away from prying eyes as possible, to sip on, deep in thought.

It tastes worse than it did before, but you drink it, because you feel a little sour inside and maybe you deserve to not enjoy what you're consuming.

It had been hard to stomach the bite of cake earlier too, made even worse when someone joked you could be pregnant after seeing your nauseous expression.

You had to fight the urge to tell them that you couldn't be pregnant.

That you couldn't be anything.

You hear Drac walking toward your house from far away. He'd explained that you'd taken too much from him earlier, and he'd left to go feed to replace what you'd taken.

Another thing to feel bad about.

You weren't a perfect person at all, not like he was. You made so many mistakes, and for a small moment, you think you are undeserving of the immortality given.

"Hey," he says in greeting when he's finally on the porch within earshot. You look over at him, and you give him a small smile.

"Hi." You respond.

There's a moment of silence before you speak.

"Did you-?"

"-Yeah. They're okay, they'll wake up a little dizzy tomorrow- no harm." He says easily and you nod.

"Sorry," you say, trying to apologise for your mood drop, "I think I had too much of my family tonight."

"I get it." He answers, leaning against the wooden railing, sliding his hands into his pockets with a sigh. He doesn't crowd you, giving you space from him.

"I'm here. You know that."

You let out a long breath, taking two steps to the side to lean against him.

His arms wrap around you almost immediately.

"I want to get away when I'm here, and I miss them when they're far. The irony isn't lost on me."

He hums, deep in thought.

"I can't tell you it gets easier, but you should definitely savour the time you have with them. You won't be able to be here for much longer."

That makes you frown, deep in thought.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

A stillness in the air before he speaks.

"Maybe... this is something we can talk about later."

"No," you say calmly, turning in his arms to look at him, "Now. What do you mean?"

He studies you for a moment before he speaks.

"To keep you safe. Faking your death is the best option."

Faking your death? Was he insane? The very thought of your parents mourning you like that had you pulling out of his arms and backing away with a horrified expression of uncomprehension on your face.

You can't even focus on him, too zoned out in your own head, deep in thought about his words and what would cause him to say it.

And then, it sinks in.

You're never going to age, which means you'll have to leave them at some point. Hide from them. If they find out, they might resent you, try to have you committed for insanity. You see your entire family life fall apart in front of you and it's too late to do anything about it. You'll never be able to get back the life you once had.

"Why did you do this to me?" You whisper, the horror of realisation settling into your bones.

He says your name, voice laced with sympathy, his hand reaching for you.

"No!" You whisper, pulling away from him, your back hitting the far end of the porch as you snowball into terrible thoughts.

"Don't you get it? I'll never get old, I'll never get married, I'll never have kids- I'll never see them hold my babies." The emotion in your voice chokes you.

The tears come easily, spilling over, cold on your cheeks.

"I'm dead to them in every way that matters." You say, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Please," Drac tries to interject, "I got through this too, I can help you."

"You should have let me die." You say with venom on your tongue and you watch the surprise bloom on his face. You close your eyes and shake your head.

"You should have kept walking."

There's a chasm of despair opening between you.

"You don't mean that." He says, pleading with you, an attempt to seal the cracks.

"Why did you really change me?" You hiss, "Were you tired of being alone?"

He stiffens in surprise at your hurtful words, clenching his jaw.

He turns away from you. It's the worse thing to do, it makes the knife easier to bury in his back.

"All alone in that castle and trying to trap me there too."

He's angry now, but in a soft way that doesn't frighten you as much as it hurts you to see him like that. You want to take the words back. You want to bury them.

"Fine." Drac says calmly, "You want me gone? I'm gone."

Without any preamble, he's walking away, down the porch and into the darkness of the night, leaving you rooted to your spot buried under the worst feelings in the world.

There's one moment of shock.

One of disbelief.

One of immeasurable loss.

A single sob, before the rest comes like a dam breaking.

#why do you this to me #i cry every time #i am sad now #i love it

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