#'you don't have to hide from me' - mordred/dwight

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“??” For Mordred

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Text (to: WitchBoy): i had vodkaa

Text (to: WitchBoy): hey y cat

Text (to: WitchBoy): y not cat

Text (to: WitchBoy): wy ratt

Text (to: WitchBoy): fucc

Text (to: WitchBoy): ....... ur prety cu te

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ღ for Mordred

Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following:

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

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“I cast Big Gay on you. Bzz bzzz bzz bzzzzzz!” (Mordred LMAO)

"Oh look at that. No effect. Wonder why."

He promptly drags Dwight onto his lap for some inescapable cuddles. No getting out of this, Dwight. You're stuck there until he's done snuggling.

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“I love you hair.” Dwight makes a point to run his fingers through Mordred’s hair. “It’s soft and fun to play with.”

Mordred may have had a goofy expression on his face and leaned into Dwight's touch.

"Please. Never stop playing with my hair."

It was so relaxing.

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RSVP to Elias Blackburn: there is no number to RSVP, but the invitation is attached to a crow.

"BIRTHDAY!!!!"

"... Okay, this might be good for you. Yes Kevin, we can go. I'll even put an outfit together for you."

Is wondering what toy he should break out for Dwight's 'private' present.

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“I’m going to kiss you on your mouth!” This is totally a threat @ Mordred

"Oh no, how horrible... but what if I..."

"Give you a kiss first?"

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Reverse + [ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye . Mordred

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

"Hey- hey."

Mordred gently but firmly tilted Dwight's chin up to look him in the eyes. "It's fine. You're okay. You don't need to be scared of me if you fuck up on this hunt. I got your back. You got mine. I trust you, moron. We can do this."

Mordred released Dwight's chin.

"Let's go end some fuckers."

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❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜ for Mordred

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"Wha- no, of course not!" The vampire scowled. "Hang out with whoever you damn please. I don't own you. Is it too much to ask that you actually answer my texts though so I don't think you got your stupid ass killed?"

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Dwight shoots Mordred a text message. It’s a picture of Dwight prepping dinner for the two of them. The caption of the text is; “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love! I’ll be cooking us a romantic dinner <3”. After a short while, there’s another text message. It’s a picture of a lingerie set on Dwight’s bed. The caption is a winky face; “;)”

If Mordred's heart still beat, it would've skipped some at the first text message.

Making him dinner... that was actually one of the nicest things someone had ever done for him. It was thoughtful.

Then the second one arrived and he couldn't stop himself from snickering. What a dork.

Text: I don't know which meal I'm looking forward to more tonight, babe ;)

Text: ... You're way too freaking good for me.

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“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” for mordred

"... She had a fuckin' battleaxe."

It was all he said before he tumbled to the floor of this shitty hotel dive they were sticking out in. The hunt was going fine, Kevin and Natalie had actually already headed back while Mordred was doing a walk through to make sure they got everything. Then that tiny fucking Amish-looking chick showed up, took one look at him and just. Knew. She knew what he was.

And now his chest was spewing blood everywhere because the bitch had a battleaxe and nearly took his head off. For now, he was just. Gonna stay here. On the floor. Where it didn't hurt to move.

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“slurred words” for Mordred

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"Does... does he even know how cute he is?" Mordred presses his face against his hands. "Really... really fuckin' cute... too damn cute. Like. Like a baby turtle. So cute."

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🌿 Mordred

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

"Could you and Natalie get any more corny in decorating this damn trailer?"

Mordred rolled his eyes but he dragged Dwight into his arms anyway. "Come here, ya sap," he said before kissing the smaller man on the lips, letting his fangs graze Dwight's bottom lip before he pulled away.

"Merry Christmas."

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♫ for Dwight and Mordred

Send me ♫ and I will make a 5-10 SONG PLAYLIST for our muses!

In Your Room, Halestorm

Never Be Alone, Fatrat

Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met), Panic! At the Disco

Never Close Our Eyes, Adam Lambert

Uh Oh, Junior Doctor

The End of all Things, Panic! At the Disco