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𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. (unedited)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — spencer reid x black fem reader

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! — i gotta find peace of mind • lauryn hill ; sistanem • jid ; show me • joey bada$$ ; purity • asap rocky

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — a few curse words, anxiousness

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ! — fluff, angst if you close your eyes a little bit

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓(𝐄𝐃)? — omg hiiii,i saw that your taking requests and i was wondering if i could request a spencer reid fic where he has a chill earthy gf and the team meets her for the first time and is like shocked ish cause they expected spencer to be with someone who’s also like nerdy

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ! — 1.2k

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ! — Following his release from prison, Spencer didn’t have the easiest time expressing his emotions, but gradually through the arms of a woman that smells of pomegranates and nag champa, he found peace.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — I changed it up a little bit because originally it was scarily close to “ewa”, so i deeply apologize that it doesn’t completely match the ask!

Spencer’s personality had grown much rougher since being released from prison. Made evident by the large book he’d thrown at the debriefing room’s glass and the lack of optimism in his speech and emotions, Spencer became a guarded being, completely avoidant of any form of vulnerability.

The team tried their best to provide forms of assistance. Penelope started leaving the man his sugar with a drop of coffee and a sweet treat on his desk in the mornings. Emily and JJ attempted to start and include him in conversations, feeling as though pity and direct changes to how they interacted with him would only offset him more. Morgan relaxed with the one-liners and jokes directed towards him but still maintained enough for work to not feel like a grave shift, while Rossi and Hotch remained as they were. Spencer’s paperwork following each had certainly lightened but if you were to ask them they knew nothing about it.

The team tried their best to support and aid Spencer into readapting, not wanting to risk him falling into less-than-healthy coping methods he’s used in tears past, which is why it was extremely weird to see the gradual changes in his style and attitude. It wasn’t a revert to the lighter neutrals and sweater vests he once adorned, but embellishments to what he currently sported—stacked rings and crystal bracelets decorating both hands, a collection of gold necklaces he’d rotate through, and he started smelling faintly of Mielle products and Nag Champa. He’d also, for lack of better phrasing, “mellowed out”. His words had almost completely lost their edge and hostility, no more foreign objects had been thrown out of anger, and they could start to see their old Spencer peaking through. They never knew how much they missed the sound of his voice and the privilege of asking him to shut up until he’s taken his unspoken vow of silence.

As a man who had been in love many times before, especially with a woman of a darker complexion, Rossi had immediately caught on the moment he saw a peak of an ankh. In her younger years, Hayden loved to drag Rossi through street markets collecting decor, trinkets, and things of the “spiritual” nature to keep around their shared home. So the waft of these scents he had gotten when Spencer walked to his desk a few weeks ago made him instantly aware.

Luckily, their annual pasta night had been quickly approaching, and ever the romantic, Rossi always strongly encouraged his team to bring their significant others. He wouldn’t approach or push Spencer on the topic unless he chose to bring it up himself, however, he is gossipy and extremely nosy so he anxiously awaited the day another would pick up on it and say the quiet thing aloud.

Unsurprisingly, Morgan was next. The subtle scent of pomegranate and honey hair products added a shine to boy genius’ natural curls. He may no longer have hair but he spent enough time around the women in his life to pick up on curl products from a sista in his vicinity. In general, the boy looked more alive. The eyebags decorating his eyes had lessened, and the paleness in his skin diminished almost completely. He knew this magic had to be the work of one of his own.

It wasn’t until the boy had been figuratively walking on air through the BAU that someone chose to mention it. Essentially floating past the chismosa trio of Morgan, Emily, and JJ.

“You got something to tell us, pretty boy?”

Passiveness and secrecy had never worked in the boy’s favor in the past and persisted in doing so as a soft smile grew upon his face. It was the dopey kind of a man in love and easily confirmed what most if not all had known.

“As a matter of fact, I do, but you’ll have to be patient.” he said before turning away from

The week leading up to this night at Rossi’s had the girls of the team shaking with anticipation. Penelope for one had taken any opportunity to speculate who this woman was, Reid never adapted in the internet usage aspect so attempting to search and stalk her social media profile would be futile, all they could do was guess and wait.

You could feel your tachycardic heart pounding away in your chest. You were proud to claim to be extroverted in any instance besides meeting FBI agents that your boyfriend had known for over a decade. They saw him become the man he was when he met you, so any opinions they could develop of you would inevitably trump his feelings and be the death of your relationship.

Hearing that you’d be going to a rich Italian man’s house for dinner and meeting so many new people, you’d taken that as an unspoken ‘you better dress to fucking impress’. Your attempt at people pleasing wasn’t intentional, you just wanted to love the people who lived your man, so soon after you returned from the bookstore with Spencer, you took to digging through the depths of your closet to reach untouched pieces saved for special occasions.

Even though it had been extreme, you stayed up for the entirety of the previous night to install some long small boho braids, you couldn’t tell if the urge to crack your knuckles had been from the exertion or your anxiety skyrocketing.

And regardless of whatever sweet and smooth words your boyfriend would utter, whether an “I love you, so they’ll love you” or “they aren’t as judgmental as you’re assuming” they did very little to quell the choking feeling you got every time you envisioned how this would play out. Because what do you mean they aren’t judgmental, when you’re entire career revolves around doing so??

Immediately spotting the gaggle of profiles standing around the kitchen island from the door Spencer had held open for you, you grasped his hand and made your way toward the group. Lips rubbing together to ensure the liner you’d repetitively applied in the car had fully blended into your chosen lip gloss, and soon stretching to reveal your smile of nervousness. You knew you looked nothing short of amazing, you just hoped they thought your personality was up to par as well.

The sundress you’d chosen to wear fanned out and flowed behind you with each new step you took, the clack of your heels grabbing their attention. Being a little farsighted, you could only see the physical appearances of them as you drew nearer. The closest being a beautiful blonde, adorning accessories exactly adjacent to the bangles, rings, and necklaces you wore. Your smile grew further as her chin comedically dropped.

“Oh my god, she’s hot.”

That made you let out the deepest sigh of relief.

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩? 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚!

𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴!

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margoisthemoon2 · 13 days

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𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. (unedited)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — spencer reid x black fem reader

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! — i gotta find peace of mind • lauryn hill ; sistanem • jid ; show me • joey bada$$ ; purity • asap rocky

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — a few curse words, anxiousness

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ! — fluff, angst if you close your eyes a little bit

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ! — 1.2k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — I changed it up a little bit because originally it was scarily close to “ewa”, so i deeply apologize that it doesn’t completely match the ask!

It wasn’t until the boy had been figuratively walking on air through the BAU that someone chose to mention it. Essentially floating past the chismosa trio of Morgan, Emily, and JJ.

“You got something to tell us, pretty boy?”

“As a matter of fact, I do, but you’ll have to be patient.” he said before turning away from

“Oh my god, she’s hot.”

That made you let out the deepest sigh of relief.

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩? 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚!

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margoisthemoon2 · 13 days

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Let’s appreciate this man’s hands… and his muscle memory in the second picture😝💋

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margoisthemoon2 · 13 days

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*the BAU team noticing Y/n and Spencer Reid*

Emily: hey- Derek. look at how close they’re standing.

Garcia: they’re practically breathing the same oxygen.

Derek scoffs: that kid’s got nerve. yesterday he literally took a whole step away from me when I stood too close to him- went on about something like germs in the air or whatever.

Garcia: yeah, well, my love, you are not Y/n.

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margoisthemoon2 · 4 months

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after dark

summary: he wants you. and he knows you need him.

pairing: geneticist!miguel o'hara x intern!reader

rating: explicit [18+] - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

cw: dark!miguel, dub/non-con elements, somnophilia, dacryphilia, drugging, afab!reader, stalking, obsession, smut, slight size kink, piv sex, creampie, breeding kink, gaslighting (?), a but of dumbification, miguel's nano-suit in action!

wc: ~1.7k

a/n: this is my submission for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event!

masterlist

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Despite the obnoxious number of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals on your bed, your body is completely uncovered. A sweet scene reserved for his eyes only.

You're curled up with your shirt shoved up to your chest, displaying your barely there panties that cling to your curves. Your body shivers unconsciously as a shadowed form cascades over your sprawled figure. He steps closer, his broad body blocking the moonlight that streams in through the window.

So unsuspecting. So…pure.

You nuzzle your face into your pillow with a sleepy sigh, body soft and relaxed, completely unaware of his presence. His claws dig into his palm as he holds himself back from touching you.

You've always been a tease, showing up to work with those naive eyes and sweet smiles. More than once, your fingers have brushed against his as you shyly handed him a cup of coffee, mumbling an adorable, "For you, Dr. O'Hara", before scurrying away.

Red eyes glow as you move to lay on your back, legs falling apart to show him how the fabric of your underwear presses perfectly against the softness of your cunt. Your arms lazily stretch above your body, resting against the mess of your hair on the pillow. He seethes at the sight of your tits, barely shielded by your t-shirt.

You want this.

He's sure of it.

You're practically begging for it with how sweet you smell.

A hand lightly brushes against your abdomen, moving methodically so the sudden touch doesn't accidentally wake you. A finger hooks the underside of your shirt and tugs it over the curve of your tits, revealing your pebbling buds to the cool air. Sensitive.

He swallows down a groan as he captures a tit in his hand and softly squeezes the soft mound. You arch your back against his thumb as it barely flicks over your nipple and a soft whimper slips from your pouty lips against your pillow.

His other hand palms over his covered cock as it throbs desperately at the sight. Damn, you're a heavy sleeper.

Miguel lets his touch drift lower, teasing at the waistband of your underwear. He traces that cute little bow in the front, a symbol of innocence above a needy cunt. You’re so cute, acting all pure when all you really need is a big cock to fill you up.

Two fingers press gently against your covered folds, prodding where you need him the most. You’re already wet for him, drenching the light fabric with your slick. He lightly tugs the underwear out of the way, needing to feel your sloppy cunt wrap suck around his thick fingers.

Pulsing fangs dig into his bottom lip as he reveals your pussy, glistening so ethereally under the moonlight. He spreads your slick over your folds, mesmerized by the mess as you drip nectar onto the mattress below. God, you’re soaked. Even unconscious, you’re a desperate slut who’d take anything to be filled and bred.

He attempts to push a finger inside of you, tenderly nudging at your entrance until he can ease the tip of his index finger inside your hot core. About halfway in, your body stiffens and your legs instinctively spread apart.

You’re trying to let him in. You’re inviting him.

With more space, it’s easier to push in, to bury his finger until you’re wrapped around him. You feel so good, so wet and hot, perfectly tight around his finger. He can’t wait to feel the vice of your cunt around his cock.

Slowly, he pulls out, staring at the glistening tops of his knuckles, your mark on him. You let out a pretty sigh, so light and pleasurable and real that he’s afraid you woke up, but still you don’t open your eyes.

Miguel pushes back in, just as slow, but this time at an angle. The tip of his finger drags against the top wall of your cunt and your pussy flutters around him. This time you let out a rough moan, involuntary, but so delicious. You’re so responsive to him.

His mouth waters as the heady scent of your lust calls him to coax more pretty sounds and messy slick from your body. He nearly turns you over to shove his cock into you, needing to feel your cunt swallow him until you’re staining your pillowcase with drool and tears.

He needs more. But he also needs you to cooperate.

He leans over the side of the bed and hovers over your figure. His fangs throb under his top lip as he gets closer to you. He brushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck, eyeing the spot where your throat meets your shoulder.

He presses a gentle kiss against your shoulder before laving his tongue against his target area, your sweet taste egging him on. Your body shivers with sensitivity as his hot mouth works over your skin, but you stay asleep. Your lack of awareness gives him the confidence to take the bite.

An involuntary moan rumbles up from his chest as his fangs sink into your soft skin. Miguel has to hold onto your arms before he gets carried away from the feeling. Your head involuntarily tilts to the side to give him more access to your neck as your body throbs, and you groan as a wave of pain, pleasure, and shock fills your senses.

Your eyes flutter open when the bed dips next to you announcing his presence, but all you can see is scarlet eyes staring down with curiosity. Your mind is foggy as you try to sit up, but your body stays flat on the mattress, feeling heavy and helpless.

"Hmn…?"

Miguel coos lightly against your shoulder, “Shh…don’t worry, cariño. I’ll take care of you.”

You recognize that drawl, but you've never heard him so low and rough, “O’H-Hara?” You try to cover yourself with your blanket, slowly moving against whatever is holding you back, but he holds onto your wrist to stop your movements. “Wha–” You choke on your words as a sudden bout of heat spreads throughout your body.

The tingling hot sensation is overwhelming as it settles onto the surface of your skin. It makes your head fuzzy and susceptible.

"Let me help you..." Miguel settles over you and grinds his hips against yours, pinning you against your bed. He's hard against you, thick cock perfectly outlined by the thin fabric of his suit that's barely acting as a barrier between you. Your ruined underwear is still shoved to the side as he ruts himself against your cunt.

"Doctor..." Your body is immediately on fire, reacting mindlessly to his touch. You mewl wordlessly, arching your back and pressing harder against him. You don't know what's happening to your body. All you know is that you need more. "Please." It's a broken plea that leaves your tired lips.

There's an unbearable heat between your legs, but his body prevents you from pressing your legs together and reducing the intense feeling. He squeezes your wrists as you squirm under him, huffing in lustful frustration.

He whispers something above your ear that your scrabbled mind can't decipher, "Suit, Code Zero, Confirm."

But it doesn't really matter what he said when his bare body is finally pressing against you. He doesn't even have to line himself up before his aching cock is rubbing against your dripping folds, tip bumping so softly, yet earth-shatteringly, against your clit. “You don’t have to beg anymore, baby, I’ve got you…”

You cry out when he notches his cock against your entrance. He presses in slowly, letting you feel how completely he stretches you out. Miguel bites back a smile when he feels your legs shake against his hips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, mi vida?" His voice is nearly a growl with how it drips with darkness.

You nod, eyes blearily searching his, wondering when he'll finally bottom out. Miguel watches your eyebrows scrunch together as you struggle with the intense pressure of him pushing in.

Adorable.

He groans when his hips finally meet yours, filling you to the brim. He doesn't waste time before beginning to move against you, fucking his cock into you over and over until you're eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

He doesn't stay gentle for long, easily losing himself to the feeling of your perfect little pussy wrapped around him. You can hear the distinct sound of his hips smacking against your thighs complimented by his rhythmic sopping jabs as he fucks you baselessly into your mattress.

It's all so much that you don’t even notice the tears that run down the sides of your heated cheeks onto the pillow under your head.

But he does.

"Feels that good, hm?" He teases, "Such a weepy baby. Can't even take a good fucking without cryin'." A raspy groan vibrates against you when your cunt accidentally flutters around him, unable to hold back against the pleasure he's forcing into your body. "Tell me you need me, cariño."

"I--" You try to hold yourself back from the edge, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of playing your body so perfectly, but then he rolls against you so fluidly, hitting that explosive spot inside of you.

"Go on, baby." Miguel encourages, "Say. It." He punctuates each word with a stabbing thrust right where you need him.

"Mngg..." Your cunt tightens impossibly hard around him as white fills your vision. A grated moan is squeezed out of your throat as you reach nirvana, every ounce of energy pushed out in one final bout.

You don't mean to cum, you don't even want to, but you have no control over your body.

You go boneless as he continues to fuck you, harsh strokes against your weak body. "Mm, I’m gonna fill you up so good, cariño." Your body stiffens, quickly pulled out of your temporary state of euphoria from his words, "...Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy so you'll never leave me."

You try to shove yourself out of his hold, but his hold is too strong.

"W-wait, Dr. O--"

"It's Miguel." He growls out.

"Don't -- not inside --" Miguel ignores your pleas, letting go of one wrist to place his hand over your mouth. You can't do anything against his large body as he frantically ruts into you, taking everything he wants and more.

"You want this," He huffs. "You need me, baby. Need to be filled up and taken care of." He gives a few more hard, sloppy thrusts before shoving himself deep inside and painting your cunt with his cum.

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margoisthemoon2 · 4 months

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thinking of some random ellie hcs...

this is a repost…

these headcannons are purely based off what i think ellie would be or what i think she'd do. tell me if you agree or send a specific headcannon if you'd like. im always open.

ALSO! i have big fucking hands and i mistype all the time and somehow even though i think aloud when i type i forget to add the word... so if there's any mistakes….. pay no mind…. please.

sfw hc:

• modern day ellie definitely had an emo phase, fringe and all. her hair all disheveled, doodling on her arm as her 'tattoos'.

• she most definitely had a 'im not gay' phase. she was so paranoid of anyone finding out that she was attracted to girls, if a group of friends of hers complimented one of them, ellie would say something like, "yeah... you're cool... or whatever" thinking if she ever called one of them pretty, they'd find out. simultaneously alway asking hypothetical questions like, "what if we got married...? that would be so crazy right? …yeah."

• her first kiss was absolutely the most awkward, painful kiss anyone could witness. she's definitely gotten better but her first kiss was just a long press... eyes all the way open.

• she'd have numerous bruises and scars from skateboarding. she seems like the type to try to do tricks with majority of them busting her ass. she'd come in with a cast on her arm and a scratch on her cheek saying, "hey guys!" as if she didn't look like she ate shit.

• she either wears a binder or no bra at all. i can see her liking the idea of being flat chested even though she is on the smaller side (which i find cute) and she'd flex in the mirror whenever she'd put it on. other times, she might be braless and not care that her nipples are poking out of her shirt.

• this brings me to my next he, she'd most definitely have nipple piercings... here me out... but it'd only be one. i dunno why i see her with only one, but it seems fitting. she'd have the standard bar and circle balls.

• she throughly enjoys metal music and dabbled in the punk scene. she wouldn't go full out in her wardrobe, she's definitely a wear a band shirt and have patches on my jacket from time to time kinda gal. you'd see her in local punk show events, in the pit going rampant. that would also be another way how'd she get random bruises scattered on her.

here's some nsfw ones..

• she loves getting head standing up. your nose plunging and bumping up into her clit. just to have her pants still at the center of her thighs with her hand behind your head, fucking your face and watching you do it? that would make her go absolutely feral.

• after fingering you shes definitely the type to want to smell her fingers but discreetly. even if it were to bump against your pussy, she'd act like her nose would itch but she's so bad at trying to be nonchalant that you'd notice.

• she's a lesbian porn feen. she likes to watch homemade videos where the quality is all fucked up and grainy or even the solo ones where the girl is fucking herself so mercifully. she definitely talks to the screen as if they could hear her saying things like, "yeah... keep fucking that pretty pussy" or "make her feel that cock." when she's watching strap video.

• there's a lot of discourse around if ellie is an ass or boob kind of gal and quite honestly, i think she's both. she'd wrap her arms around you, groping your breast while grinding herself on your ass.

• she loves to trib/scissors. to have her clit against yours and rut herself as fast as she can would have her incredibly high off lust. she's into the missionary kind, where your legs are pulled back and she's squatting down on you so she could feel everything.

• she has an outtie in regards to her pussy. for some reason i see her being a little more 'fleshy' down there. i can see her having a clit a little on the bigger side and having flowery vulva so whenever you have her head, she'd fill your mouth whenever you sucked it.

• she has body hair but not large amounts just a bit on her legs. she has a happy trail for sure and she maintains her pubes where it's not a full on bush but it's not completely bald either. picture your hair growing back after it's been completely shaven off and shes about two weeks in growth.

• she wears her strap in public sometimes. something about her screams, ‘i can fuck you right here, right now, just ask and ill whip it out.’

that's all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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margoisthemoon2 · 4 months

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so i made this

ellie williams halloween costume??

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margoisthemoon2 · 5 months

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spider squad 🕷️

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margoisthemoon2 · 5 months

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Finally someone with Jedi survivor requests open!! 🖤

Would you be open to doing some Cal Kestis NSFW head cannons? Everyone writes him as a bit of a sub after Fallen Order but Survivor Cal gives me more dom vibes. Like, he is more cocky and sure of himself. I feel like that translates to the bedroom

Interested to see your thoughts! ❤️

this is my first request for cal on this blog and i haven't written for him in like 2 years so i hope this is good 😓 thank you for the request!! no jedi survivor spoilers btw <3 this is just pure smut lol

afab!reader (no pronouns used) | MINORS DNI!! | join my taglist!!

tags: switch!cal, switch!reader, orgasm denial, cockwarming, piv, oral (reader & cal receiving), praise kink, rough sex, inappropriate use of the force, public sex/risky sex, mutual masturbation

cal kestis nsfw headcanons

i don't think he's the most experienced at the beginning of your relationship but i do think he's an incredibly fast learner as well as a good listener

he can read your body well, as well as your expressions and even your breathing. he can just tell when something feels good

cal is versatile. incredibly so, actually. he caters to your needs most of the time and hardly ever focuses on his own. he wants to see and hear your pleasure before he ever gets to his own

he's soooo sweet and so giving during sex. it's always an intimate act and a display of love in his eyes even if it's a quickie (which he doesn't particularly enjoy, only because he can't spend hours getting his hands on you)

really big on foreplay and teasing when he's feeling more dominant. i can see him into orgasm denial and reveling in the look in your eyes when you're so close to your orgasm.. it drives him up the wall and makes him so hard

praises you for doing so well for him. anything that comes into his mind he'll say. his voice as soft as ever, whispering into your ear. he'll praise your moans, how well you're taking him— it doesn't matter— he'll find a way

the feeling of his cock slipping into you is such a magnificent one, a feeling cal doesn't ever think he'll get tired of. he'll whimper and moan into your neck whenever he bottoms out, his hands gripping at the bedsheets or your chest

depending on his mood, he can be super rough or really gentle. whenever he's had a particularly bad or rough day he just wants to fuck the shit out of you. the door opens and his lips are immediately attached to you, asking you if you're okay with sex before he takes off your clothes

even if he's feeling more dominant, he can be so gentle, too. if he sees you're feeling down and need him to take care of you, he'll jump into action. his fingers rubbing at your clit, driving you crazy even through all of the layers of clothing you wore

definitely the type of guy to prepare you a bath afterwards, too. he knows how important aftercare is no matter how gentle he might've been with you. it's just as intimate as the sex if not more so

he can be really vocal.. especially if you're giving him head. he just loooves thrusting into your mouth watching as you gag on his cock..... keeps eye contact the entire time and tugs on your hair to get you to look back at him if you turn away for too long

sometimes he gets sooo into it that tears will form in your eyes. he can't bring himself to slow down, though. your tongue hits all of the most sensitive spots, his head thrown back as he releases into your mouth

apologizes after it all calms down. asks if he's being too rough, and tells you to tap on his thighs if he's ever going too hard on you or if it's too much

he's sooo kind in every situation and that moves over into the bedroom as well

BUT! he's also really good at eating you out. his tongue is so masterful, and that isn't an understatement. i mentioned before at how he's really good at reading you, and this especially comes into play in these moments

he'll listen for the hitches in your breath, feel your hands pulling at his hair with each movement of his mouth against your clit and he knows how to drive you to orgasm just by observation alone

i don't think cal would think of using the force in this way before you came along. the thought comes to him at a completely random moment, too— but he'll suggest it to you and you're almost a little shocked

but when you try it out.. it's incredible. he doesn't have to hold your hands down above your head as he thrusts into you, instead, his hands far away from you, held behind his back. you can feel the force moving across your body, your chest, your stomach, your face— and you wonder if he can feel it based off of the look on his face

submissive cal is still pretty common. he enjoys being taken care of especially on his off days. it feels good to know you're more than willing to take on a more dominant role in the relationship too, and he LOVES it

he sees the look in your eyes. hungry, desperate. it makes him yearn for you in a way he hasn't before, seeing you like this. especially if this is your first time being dominant? ooooh it makes him so hard to see you with this mindset

he cannot insult or degrade you. he doesn't find it attractive and it'll make him feel so bad if he ever says something in that sense to you, even if you're into it. he'll try mostly anything else, though

cockwarming. he loves it. it makes him feel close to you. it doesn't matter if you've even had sex or not beforehand, but it's something he really enjoys to do. he loves feeling you around him.. your walls clenching with every move he makes

public sex. the only thing keeping everyone else from knowing his cock is buried into your cunt is the outfit you're wearing. he looooves the riskiness of it all even if he knows he shouldn't

.. sex on the mantis while greez, cere and merrin are in the other room. he's pounding into you from behind, his hand covering your mouth while the other fingers your clit, "come on, be quiet for me, okay? you're doing so good for me, sweetheart.."

you come stumbling out of the back, your face flushed and hair completely messed up. everyone knows what happened, and cal takes a strange sense of pride in it.. but he won't deny the red on his cheeks

mutual masturbation is sooo hot to him, especially if he walks in on accident while you're touching yourself— cockily asks you if you want his help

he'll watch you so intently, too.. until he gets too hard he can't stand it. he'll palm himself through his pants until he has to pull his cock out, rubbing his hand up and down his length as he watches you. the look in your eyes as you watch him, too..

when you're not around he could get too desperate and fuck a pillow and imagine it's you if he has to. it sounds so pathetic to him at first but he can only jerk himself off so many times and have it be satisfactory

the reunion sex, though? it's practically magic. nothing will everrr feel as good as you do

the sound of his balls slapping against your ass with each of his quick thrusts is sooo sexy to him, especially when it's accompanied by your lewd moans of his name

he seems really vanilla at first glance but he's willing to do anything to make you feel good no matter how out of left field it might be. he only has a few big no's and that's it

if you ever say his dick is big or it's too much to fit he will actually cum on the spot. the idea is so hot to him— especially how you say it. so desperate and needy, it drives him mad

cal.. he's so kind. so caring and so generous with his love, but while you're having sex it's never just sex to him. it's a way of displaying his love for you. that's how he thinks of all of your intimate moments. he never has sex just to have it

once again. aftercare!!! so important for him and it helps him unwind from it all. but don't be surprised if he wants to go at it again after everything you've already done

cal knows he is sexy. that's all

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He really does have me in grasp. 👀❤️📸🫠

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You wanted NSFW? here you go. Percy kinks and Headcanons, go!

I'd love to!! Minors DNI. Or don't, I literally cant stop you lol

Percival De rolo x Reader Head canons

Warnings - Sexual themes

"Attraction of a Bloomed and Robust Carnation.", Percy x Reader

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He 100% tries to take it slow with you until you've told him it's okay to go fast

First few times? as romantic as it gets

Makes sure you're as comfortable as possible

"Pillow?" "Need a break?" "You alright?"

buzzes in your ear like a fly trying to make sure he's not hurting you

OF COURSE, after a few months of easing into your intimate parts of your relationship, you guys get a little rougher.

or. he gets rougher.

He 100% will hold your hands above your head with one hand and your leg up with the other

Being an inventor, he obviously has you test toys for him.

He loves watching you squirm when he's burying himself in you, or when you use the toys in front of him.

Of course, traveling in a group as your only constant, you guys have to be quiet, so there'll be the occasional "Suck on my fingers while I fuck your brains out" moment between the two of you so Vox Machina doesn't pretend you two don't exist for the next day or so

Fidgeting with his gun all the time, his finger game, HAS to be on point bro

playing you languorously like delicate strands to a violin he can and will make you finish on his fingers

will make eye contact with you while he licks his fingers off

he knows where the clit is, so, you're welcome for that

but if ur not a girl ignore that

the gunslinger is a chest guy because I said so

or thigh

he just loves your body, so everything counts

just esp your chest

Loves cockwarming.

He'll have you on him while he works at his desk, grunting at your occasional adjustment and dropping on him

Generally just loves the closeness of it, though

sweet Percy at heart

then, of course, he'll occasionally flip you over and practically ram you into the fucking workbench

occasional mask play,, if you asked

He'd use the silly little Plague Doctor mask duh

Definitely thought it was weird at first

it grew on him

a lot

Since you're the only one he let's in his workshop without knocking, there are often times where you're little bursts of sexual intent occur

Like. You'll be throat deep on him and he'll just be working on a repair/upgrade on his gun

You don't move much on him though, he wouldn't be able to work on his gun otherwise

Definitely the type of guy to tuck his face into your neck while u gripped his back, whispering how good you are when you're about to snap

"Thats right.. just like that, dear."

"You're so gorgeous.."

"Fuck.. so good for me."

He also enjoys having his hair played with

Feel free to tug it when he's going down on you

he'll be so into it i swear

Oh, and he'll definitely drop a joke or two balls deep in you just to make sure the atmosphere isn't awkward and he didn't know

"Soooo.. how's the weather..?"

"Percy, wha-what the fuck??"

of course the both of you were giggling about it for a long time after

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Crimson - Lost

Vald/Dracula/Black!Reader

Summary: After wandering upon the doorstep of an old Romanian castle, you fall into the arms and under the seduction of Vlad III. A man who holds secrets, and a desire for his only guest. As a storm rages over the city, you’re forced to stay in a place of time and beauty. But once the storm ends, you must decide where your life lies, especially when you find out the truth about Vlad.

The sound of your heart thumping alerted Vlad to a new presence. He could hear it coming miles before you finally reached the large doors that kept you away from the dry and warmth, leaving you out in the cold. You hadn’t any idea the place you’ve stumbled upon, old and lost in time. Nor the man inside. You were searching for reprieve, tired and hungry, fighting off the light-headed feeling until you were confident that you could let your body rest.

Despite being drenched in the rain and shivering, there has never been a scent quite as intense as the smell of your very being. You were potent, filling his nostrils with the most decadent of flavors. When the large doors opened, a greeting of golds, black, and reds just barely meet your vision, before your attention is focused on the man that made himself known.

His height was the first thing you noticed, having to look upwards into a mesmerizing pair of pale blue, almost grey eyes. Dark, slightly wet hair that went to his shoulders, tousled upon his head. He was nothing short of handsome, with thick brows over his eyes, a soft jawline left smooth. He was wearing a black button down that was already opened to the first four, sleeves slightly rolled, wearing black trousers and black shoes.

His voice is what really caught you off guard. Like those of the people roaming the city, but thicker. An accent native to Romania, smooth and soft. “You appear lost…” He’s stepping aside to let you in, and you’re quickly shuffling your way inside, hands held to your arms, teeth slightly chittering.

You give him an apprehensive glance, looking around briefly, your eyes needing time to adjust. He’s leaving your side, just a moment, a moment you barely caught before he’s placing a warm, thick blanket around your shoulders. “Thank you,” You murmur, shivering every few seconds. His eyes level with yours before looking you over. “I don’t believe the storm will be stopping any time soon. I can offer you a room,” “Oh no, that…that won’t be necessary…I just need a moment to…” You were losing your train of thought as the warm blanket started to seep into your wet clothes and skin, your eyes glued to his, and it felt like a trance. Stuck but able to move and think.

Your eyes were starting to flutter as you blinked, and you could feel yourself swaying. How’d you lose control of your mobility so fast? A strong arm is positioning itself at your side as you fall sideways, another scooping up your legs.

Even cold from the weather, you were warm in his arms, your scent wafting through his nose. Like being etched into his skin forever.

You were definitely not native to Romania. He could tell. You were from another country. Possibly the states. Based on your clothing and your own foreign American accent. With not much else to do, he’s weighing out the consequence of his next course of action. To leave you soaking wet in a bed or undress you and place you in something warm.

“Decisions…decisions….” He murmurs.

Crimson

When you woke, you’ve never felt such softness. In a soft cushioned bed, a heavy duvet draped over you. You were surrounded by warmth, and a scent that smelt almost like spice and pine. Earthy yet spicy. You were nuzzling your face into the silk sheets before your brain was catching up with you. When you registered that you weren’t in your hotel room but in a place you thought you dreamt, you were moving with such speed that almost gave you whiplash.

Sitting upright, the duvet falls, and you glance down to see that you were dressed in a similar robe. Embarrassment slightly flows, and you’re trying to remember yesterday’s events. Everything leading up to this place is very clear, just once you entered inside…things were a bit hazy.

You step out of the overly large bed, stepping onto the softest of carpet known to man. You wiggle your toes, letting them sink before walking towards the slightly ajar door that cracked in minute light. There was a soft light emitting from somewhere that created a soft golden glow to the place, and you realize how massive this place truly is. There are obviously two floors, you being on the top as the upper level was encased by a beautiful handcrafted railing with so much detail you were sure it told a story.

Your room was off in a corner, and you could see various open rooms, pitch black inside of them. The walls were decorated in a black and red, gold littering the outline of every curve and line of the walls. The walls were a plain black and gold, the floor a hard wood that creaked with every step. You could see the large stairwell that led down to the main floor.

You saw and heard nothing, except the rain pelting outside.

The man you met…was he the only one that lived here?

You lean over the railing to see if you could see anything below, the height kicking in as you realized that it was a rather large drop. You ease yourself back, deciding to walk towards the stairs, curiously eyeing the various paintings on the wall. They looked centuries old. Of people. Way before your time…or anyone else’s for that matter. They were pretty paintings though. One of a woman and what looked to be her son. They looked happy.

There were others that didn’t stick out to you very much, but there was one, just at the very end before you would have to turn the corner to get to the stairs. It almost looked like an exact spitting image of the man you met last night. He was beautiful really. His gaze was sharp, dressed in some type of armor, black and red, a long red cape behind him. His hair slicked back somewhat and at his sides. You could make out a dragon in his armor and you wondered of the symbolism. If you looked hard enough, the banister almost seemed to resemble something similar.

You couldn’t help but stare at it a little too long, curiosity getting the best of you already. You step closer to it, searching for a year of some sort.

Just at you raise your hand to brace yourself, that smooth voice is flowing from behind you. You didn’t hear him make a sound. “You’re awake…” It causes you to swivel, and his lips turn up just slightly at the wide look in your eyes. As if you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. “I hope you didn’t mind about the clothes…I figured if I left you in them, you may get sick. I hung them out for you to dry and you’re welcome to change back into them when you’re ready,” You didn’t know what to say for a moment, eyes looking him over once more, more clearly, and you can’t help but look back at the painting. Such replication. Or very strong genes.

Because you know that it would be impossible for that to be the same man.

Blinking a few times, you turn back to your host, giving him a small smile. “The clothes are fine. They’re very comfortable,” He seemed pleased, and offers a hand. He’s slightly humored as you look at it as if it were going to bite you. “I can escort you downstairs. I’ve made some soup,” He’s shifting his hand again, intent for you to grab onto him because for one, chivalry is second nature to him, and two, he wants to know what your skin feels like.

You’re grabbing onto his hand, the slight coolness to his skin seeping through your warm one. Tucking your hand into his arm, he steers you away from your innate curiosity, and towards the steep stairs, softly advising you watch your step.

•••

You were too hungry to notice the little things. The chicken broth warming every part of you. The bread was so fresh. The table you were seated was of course long, and he sits at the other end, leaned back with a paper of sorts in his hand. He was watching you though, his paper only a pretense. You were pretty. A bit shorter than he, your scent just permeating the air. Your brown skin practically glistened under the soft light, bouncy hair that moved every time you did. Your eyes were dark, a dark brown, full lips that looked to have never been….

He’s coming back to his senses, watching you have your fill. There was no telling how far you came. Your pants only had your wallet which held important cards like your Driver’s license l, Passport, and bank cards. Along with some cash you shouldn’t have been walking with. He didn’t see anything of where you were staying. He also didn’t see any type of phone on you. Not that he had one himself, but when he’s ventured into the city, he’s aware of how much time has changed and tries to keep himself up to date.

All he knew was your name and that you were indeed from the United States.

He’s coming to a stand once he sees you’re closed to being finished, making his way over. “There’s more if you want it,” He murmurs, and you’re shaking your head, giving him a satisfied smile. “I’m very full, thank you,” He’s taking your things, and heads into what you presume is the kitchen. You wait patiently, looking around. Every room was one of the three main colors, black, red, and/or gold. It was very fitting.

Your chair is being pulled out, and you glance behind you, his arm being offered once again. You take it as you stand, leaning against him as he decides to show you around.

He took you through various rooms, explaining to you which each one was. He had a library filled to the top with books that you were very eager to sift through just for the sake of exploration. A large living room of sorts with chairs that could fit a family in them. You were surprised he had a television in it, not sure why, but the place just seemed so old that it was almost out of place.

Almost.

He leads you from bottom to top, even showing you the balcony that you could walk out on, though he advised not to with the weather. He showed you the room you were in, the bathroom where he hung your clothes which were still wet, and he finally showed you his room. Which was only across from yours, by the painting near the stairwell.

It was massive.

The large bed could fit a family of five comfortably, his room brighter than the others with more golds than reds. It was very neat with nothing disturbed, almost as if he doesn’t sleep in it. “You live alone?” You wonder, your hand shifting towards the soft looking curtains. You’ve yet to see or hear anyone else. “I do,” He replies, his hand brushing against yours to stop you from opening them. “Sorry…” You murmur, looking away, that same scent from your room wafting through your nose.

It was intoxicating.

“It’s quite alright. I have your wallet by the way, it was in your pants,” He’s heading over towards his dresser, pulling it out of a drawer before handing it to you. “So I didn’t lose that…thank goodness…” You were holding it to you like a coveted prize, and he watches you sift through it. “I think I lost my phone somewhere along the way…” He hums in thought before speaking. “How did you wind up here? This is rather far from the city….” At his words, you look over at him, a brow raising. “How far is…far?” “The city of Romania is half a day’s drive. I’m assuming you walked here?” He’s slightly concerned how you even made it this far on foot. Getting here was also hazy, much more than you thought initially.

The thought of how you got here is worrisome, and as you really try to think about it, it’s like a hole is missing. “I…I actually don’t know…I was in the city and…next thing I can remember I’m on your doorstep…” He can tell by the way your expression changes from curiosity to slight panic that this bothered you greatly. He’s taking a few steps towards you, hands bracing themselves against your arms. “That’s fine. You were tired and hungry so things may be hazy. Until the storm passes, you are welcome to stay here and I’ll be happy to take you into the city once it does…” His words are assuring and soothing, and there’s this feeling of safety that creeps into the depths of your skin.

You’re nodding in agreement, letting out a stressing breath. As he meets your gaze, he’s committing your face to memory, a burning curiosity just the same inside of him. “My name is Vlad…”

Vlad…

Such an odd name, but fitting.

It’s pointless to tell him yours, but you do anyway, left to stand assured that for now you’re in good hands.

Crimson

The storm was more violent than you could have pictured, and the next day, you found yourself with the doors slightly cracked open, watching the lightning strike in the sky. It was a beautiful sight. One that may become your favorite pastime.

You always liked watching storms rage by, sitting outside and watching everything roll in and then away. You’ve never seen a storm as bad as this though. You wouldn’t step outside if your life depended on it.

The large hand at your back startles you, and Vlad chuckles as you jump slightly. “You need to come with a bell. You’re like a cat or something,” You’re turning to face him, and he’s holding out a small cup. “Thought you’d like some. It’s going to get cold tonight,” The lemon and ginger aroma permeates your nose, and you’re taking the cup with gentle hands. “Thank you,” He stands beside you, hands clasping at his back. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” “Mhm. I’ve never seen it rain so much,” You reply softly.

“I think it’s one of the worst we’ve had in a long time…”

Your lips purse, and you silently sip on your tea, Vlad just as silent. You glance over at him not too much longer, quickly adverting your gaze when you find his eyes already on you. It caused your heart to stutter, and your skin to feel warm.

This wasn’t the time to get all flustered. Not when you have no recollection of how you wandered so far from the city and not when this trip was supposed to be somewhat of a self-reflection.

Still, you lift your eyes once more, meeting his own. Neither of you look away at first, your eyes only shifting when a rather large rumble of thunder captures your attention. He watches the white flashes cross your features, illuminating your skin, your eyes sparkling with the reflection. You’re shivering slightly as the wind breezes by, and Vlad reaches over to shut the doors. “There is a fireplace in your room that I would be happy to set up if you need it,”

He’s looking down at you, waiting for your response.

On one hand, you should have said yes, but on the other….it was a good thing you said no.

•••••

Vlad wasn’t kidding when he said it was going to get cold in the night. The heavy duvet and the robe, plus the sheets did nothing to keep you warm. The temperature had dropped considerably. It was hard to sleep, and you were shivering slightly in bed, wrapping the covers tightly around you.

The small candle by the bed illuminated a bit of the room where you could see just enough. Your fireplace looked dark and cold. It had stopped raining only for the harsh chill to permeate the night. You didn’t even want to step out of bed. You didn’t know if Vlad was awake, not knowing what time it was, and it was too dark to tell with the lights having gone out a few hours ago.

You should’ve had him start your fireplace hours ago.

With apprehension, you make your way from bed, feeling the cool wood under your feet. You tightly wrap yourself in your robe and grab the candle carefully. When you open the door, you find that Vlad had lined candles all around the second floor for easy visibility. Each one placed carefully where they could not be tipped. You quickly return your candle back to the dresser, having enough light to freely move around.

Steeling your nerves, you make your way slowly towards Vlad’s room, fighting off the constant shiver going through your body. It was freezing. You couldn’t imagine being outside right now. His doors are slightly ajar, a soft golden light emitting from the crack, and you softly knock, feeling the thick wood underneath your knuckles. Hearing or seeing nothing, you knock again, a bit louder, with no answer.

“Vlad…” You whisper, pushing open one of the doors, poking your head into his room. His bed was empty, and you hesitantly walk in further, the warmth of his room already seeping into your skin. It was a relief. “Vlad?” You call again, a bit louder, thinking that maybe he was in the bathroom, which looked too dark to have anyone inside. You can’t help but inch towards the fireplace, the crackling wood cementing the need for warmth. You knew you couldn’t stay in the room and after warming your hands, you started to backpedal your way out of his room, only for your back to hit against something sturdy but soft at the same time, causing you to swivel. Vlad is reaching out to keep you steady, a hand grasping onto your hip, face twisted into curiosity and then concern as he could almost feel the coolness emitting from your skin.

“You called me for me? You’re freezing…” You weren’t sure if you stepped forward or if he pulled you closer, but your fingers were twisting in the warmth of his clothes, head just barely resting against him as you angled your face downward as an attempt to curl yourself inward. “I’m sorry…it got cold…and I didn’t know if you could turn on the fireplace,” He’s leaving your side which felt like seconds before draping what felt like a heavier robe over your shoulders. “Come…” He murmurs, easing a hand at your back before leading you back to your room. He could feel the draft before stepping in, already knowing starting a fire would be useless, but he’d try for your sake.

As he bends to tend to the wood he’s placing into the fireplace, you pull whatever he placed around your shoulders tighter, his scent coming off it in waves. You inhale slowly, your eyes sleepily fluttering closed. You watch as he pulls out some matches, and just as he lights one over the logs, it immediately blows out. He places his hand over the empty space, feeling the cool breeze. “Mmm…it’s draftier than I thought. The wind is just going to put it out when I get it going. You can have my bed…” He’s standing back up and waving a hand for you to go first. You almost want to protest, but you can see just from the look on his face that one, he knew you would attempt to decline and two, there was no room for argument.

You walk out in front of him, feeling him at your back, and he guides you back to his room. The covers were already slight disturbed, thick pillows lining the top. “Are you sure?” You question, looking down at the bed. It looked so soft and dare you say inviting. He’s taking the robe he placed over you, setting it beside a chair, nudging you to get in. “I’m not going to let you sleep in a room that’s cold. There’s room for the both of us with plenty of space,” The moment you sink into the exceptionally soft mattress, you’ve never felt so comfortable. He was placing the heavy covers over you, making sure you were comfortable before heading to his doors and closing them.

A part of you is apprehensive. He’s still a stranger. A nice stranger that was letting you stay in what appeared to be like a castle. Or mansion…whatever you wished to call it. In his bed.

Sleep though is overriding your mind for analyzation, and your eyes are drooping rather quickly. You feel him get into the bed, but you don’t feel him, proving the bed was big enough as if you were alone. The fire encasing the room just made it the right amount of toasty, but it was still taking some time for your limbs to get warm. So, it was no surprise you were shivering still.

“Are you still cold?” Vlad questions, voice painted with concern. Your first thought is to lie, but your shiver that could be seen through the covers is answer enough. “A little…but I’ll warm up,” You reply, feeling the bed shift. “If I may…no funny business,” You turn over, seeing him motioning with a hand that he could get closer, or you…

His gaze while intense, feels trustworthy, and he’s lifting the covers so you can scoot over, which you do, unable to stand being cold any longer. You’re tucking yourself into his front while he places an arm over you. Even though he wasn’t warm, him holding you immediately eased your shivers. Your eyes are drooping quickly, and your head is relaxing over his arm.

Vlad doesn’t move a muscle for the rest of the night. Your scent would be encased in his sheets, and he was fighting strong urges that he was having just upon the smell alone. He only shifts a hand through your hair, just slightly exposing your neck, your pulse steady. It didn’t tease him in a sense that he wanted to feed, more so that he had the irresistible urge to nuzzle his face into your neck and do things he shouldn’t.

Granted he’s not around humans often or for long periods of times, but the reactions he was having to you were different. He didn’t want to drain you dry…rather do things that you may not see as host appropriate. He could also sense that you could possibly be feeling the same way. He notices the way you breathe him in, the way you may lean yourself towards him. And the way you tucked yourself into him.

This was all without his doing of course, against the use of hypnotics on people who meant him no harm.

He’s grazing a thumb over your neck, leaning closer to breathe you in. His eyes close as if blissed. This wasn’t good…not at all…but what else could he do? What else could either of you do?

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