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I got a bunch of asks about eddie with a breeding kink and let me just say this...
what he can't wrap his brain around is that you want his baby. he can understand the kink part of it, how sexy and beautiful it is to know you're making love and making life; that makes perfect sense to him, of course. that is to say, he can imagine why you want him to get you pregnant... but wanting to have his baby, raise his child? that's too good to be true. he's wondering if you somehow keep forgetting that he lives in a trailer park, that he's a no-good flunk-out drug-dealing loser; like, you want that guy's kid? when you could have any guy you wanted? he'd almost tell you not to go through with it if he wasn't totally helpless to the fact that you really truly want this. you swear up and down you wouldn't want anyone else to be the father of your baby, and at a certain point he just has to trust your judgement.
and honestly, while he does (of course) love the breeding sex, his actual favorite thing is the pregnant sex, after it takes. oh my god we're gonna make a baby turns into oh my god that's my baby and it's just... overwhelming. it's perfect. he loves how soft and squishy you are, how full and needy... and sensitive, god you're so sensitive, it's fucking incredible. he loves being with you all the time, seeing you get bigger; he loves all the prep-- building the crib, buying the clothes. he just can't wait.
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take me down to your paradise | s.b. x reader
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warnings: nsfw, smut, very brief mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol, penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, classic english rockstar sirius (he’s hot)
a/n: part 1 of 2!
“she’s a silver lining climbing on my desire… and satisfaction feels like a distant memory… and i can’t help myself…”
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they’re minor inconveniences to you, to me they’re world-ending tragedies
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not all of us are faster than bullets
elena gilbert/elijah mikaelson
summary: It is up to Elijah now to handle things since Niklaus was quote, unquote ‘at his wit’s end.’ Elijah packs up, says goodbye to The Ritz to take watch and make sure his younger brother does not do anything foolish. (And, well, if his heart jumps at the thought of seeing Elena again…)
note: inspired by this lovely prompt - the gifs are not mine! credit goes to the rightful owners.
Elijah knew better than to ask how she managed to get that awful wound shot in lodged in her leg. After all, he was summoned by his younger brother for this very purpose and not to mention, Elena had already gotten an earful from Niklaus who most definitely demanded her to cease her foolishness. She most certainly did not need another mouth yapping about in her ear.
When Elena had first consulted him about her pursuits, he respected her wishes as opposed to Niklaus’ clear distaste over her choice of career. Elijah had gotten a call from him before, hoping he could convince the young doppelganger of the error of her ways.
(Klaus would never say it outright but he cared for Elena. He just liked to convince himself that he was after her blood but Elijah knew otherwise.)
ao3
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Time after time | R.C
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: When your boyfriend ditches you on the night of senior prom you end up running into the last person you would ever expect to see, Rafe Cameron, your best friends older brother who you haven't seen since he left for college three years ago…
Warnings: no smut, fluff, best friends brother! Rafe, college! Rafe, Reader is 19 while Rafe is 21
This is part one but it can be read as a one shot by itself
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The sidewalk was cold, hard and uncomfortable to sit on but you barely felt it, too consumed by the swirl of unrelenting emotions threatening to overtake you. It was supposed to be the best - the most magical night of your life but instead it had been one long disaster.
Salty tears stung your eyes and made your phone screen blurry as you read the text response from your mom “sorry sweetie, I had to cover someone’s shift, can you get a ride home with Sarah?”
You swallowed and the action felt like glass in your throat “sure” you text back “see you later” as you thought about the fact that Sarah had already left, speeding off in Topper's shiny jeep with a smile brighter than the stars.
She was happy, her prom had been perfect. Her date had shown up, bought her a corsage, danced with her all night long, all things that you couldn’t say had happened to you. And though you’d tried to have fun dancing with your friends the night had been ruined before it even began with your boyfriend's words swirling through your brain “Listen I just have better things to do than going to a stupid high school prom okay? I'll make it up to you.”
That was what you got for dating a college guy…”stupid high school prom” but it hadn’t felt stupid to you, you’d been dreaming of this day for what felt like your whole life. You had a binder full of dress ideas before you’d even finished middle school and dreams in your head about the perfect night with the perfect date. Josh had seemed like that guy, tall, a little older, handsome and sweet (only when he wanted something, your mind supplied in hindsight) but he’d ditched you after promising he’d be there and he hadn’t even bothered to tell you until the day of.
A burst of anger swept through you knocking the air from your lungs and you swiped the tears from your cheeks as you unblocked your phone, pulling up his contact and hitting “block”. He’d known what this night meant to you and if he wanted to put a stupid frat party over you then you were done.
You felt a strange mixture of sadness and relief as you saw his contact flash away, the delete button pressed. You realised that he’d never really been the dream boyfriend you’d wished that he was, that you were better off without him but it didn’t take the hurt away…the knowledge that you’d never get a do over for this night.
You stood up from the sidewalk, unhooking your heels and tying the straps around your wrist - if you were going to walk home you might as well do it semi comfortably. The concrete was cold under your toes and goosebumps flecked your arms with the breeze, it was an unseasonably cold day in the outer banks and you felt like it was just yet another slight the universe was throwing at you that you had to walk home, freezing in your dress. The perfectly miserable end to the perfectly miserable night.
The walk was long but the streets were empty, everyone locked away neatly in their houses sleeping happily or basking in the afterglow of post prom parties. It seemed like you really were the only one left and the darkness seemed extra vast for it, the orange street lamps luminance making everything look a shade more eerie. But then you heard the roar of an engine and you crossed your arms over your chest protectively, pointedly not looking its way, hoping it would pass you by quickly.
But the vehicle didn’t speed ahead, it slowed down and eventually you were forced to turn to the side to see that the bike had stopped beside you and the driver turned your way, removing his helmet.
Your heart sped up and skipped a beat, was this day really so terrible that on top of everything else you were about to get kidnapped too? You were completely and utterly alone on the dark side street and you wondered if running would make any difference to your fate but then the helmet was off and your eyes went wide, mouth gasping as you realised who it was.
“Rafe Cameron?” you asked, he looked different, more muscular, older, sexier your mind supplied. Though you weren’t sure why that shocked you. After all it had been almost three years since he’d gone off to college and you’d last seen him.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin, his own eyes widening and flicking up and down your frame appreciatively. Your cheeks heated up and you turned away from his striking eyes.
“Y/N L/N? Is that you?” he asked the slight edge of disbelief in his voice “what are you doing here?”
Your eyebrow quirked up, amused at his question “well I live in the obx…it’s not unheard of for me to walk down the street you know, question is what are you doing here?”
You knew from Sarah that Rafe didn’t come home often, mostly only when he was obligated to like at holidays and even then his presence wasn’t guaranteed.
He shrugged “would you believe it if I said that I was homesick?”
“Not really.”
“Fair enough.”
There was silence for a beat and then you blurted out “you look good by the way, really good” your eyes went wide as you realised what you’d just said out loud “I-I just mean college suits you…you look healthy.”
You cringed internally at your choice of words, healthy? Seriously? Exchange a few sentences with him and suddenly you were back to the stuttering, blushing sixteen year old fawning over her best friend's older brother and ‘heartbroken’ when he left for college. Even the memory of it made you cringe.
“Healthy?” Rafe repeated a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he seemingly knew what you had really meant.
You swallowed quickly “yeah…”
He laughed, the mirth reaching his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit too.
“Well you look hot.”
Your cheeks flamed and he grinned “smoking hot…what happened to my little sister's annoying best friend?”
You looked down at the tires of his bike trying not to let him see your smile “you left…she grew up…that’s how time works you know.”
“Really? Thanks for the lesson…hope she didn’t forget about me though…”
“Oh she didn’t think of you once” you said, flashing him a teasing smirk your conscience laughing at the blatant lie…he had crossed your mind more than a few times over the past 3 years…the fact you checked his long abandoned facebook every couple of months to see was proof of that, but it wasn’t something that he needed to know.
He threw a hand over his heart “ahh still annoying I see but you wound me.”
“So you thought about me then?”
“Everyday and night, ace.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the long forgotten nickname from childhood (a relic of your slight obsession with the pet detective movies) and you looked down coyly “oh I believe you, bet you have a shrine to me in your dorm don’t you?”
He stuck his tongue in his cheek to stop his laugh and nodded seriously “with candles.”
You giggled “you’re an ass Rafe Cameron.”
“And you’re a dork Y/N L/N.”
There was another, more comfortable pause of silence until Rafe interrupted, repeating his question from earlier.
“So what are you doing here?”
You shrugged “walking home, my moms got the car.”
He frowned “it’s prom night though.”
“So?”
“Well shouldn’t you be off having fun at an after party, sucking face with your date or whatever people do after prom? I know it's been a while since I was in high school but I'm pretty sure people don’t just go home alone.”
You sighed “I just…didn’t feel like it I guess.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and your eyes instinctively followed the movement of his muscles flexing against his white t-shirt.
“I don’t buy it” he shook his head slowly “you are the same girl who would dress up in a disney princess dress and decorate the living room to watch prom movies all weekend, right?”
You pressed your hands to your face groaning “oh my god…yes that was me but I would like to remind you that i'm not nine anymore, thank you very much. I can’t believe you remember that.”
He laughed “Are you kidding? Of course I do, you and Sarah monopolised the tv every weekend I could never watch monster truck racing.”
“Oh the horror” you said sarcastically.
“No but seriously what happened, why are you all alone?”
Your heart sped up a little “nothing” you lied but you couldn’t look him in the eye.
“C’mon” he urged you “it’s me, you can tell me.”
You sighed and turned your head away acting like watching a sparrow hopping across a telephone wire was the most interesting thing to look at.
“y/n…this is prom, it isn’t right that you’re just going home. Where’s Williams?”
You turned to him with surprise, you didn’t realise he knew the name of your boyfriend, but you shrugged it off thinking that Sarah must have told him.
“He didn’t come.”
Rafe’s eyebrows shot up “what? Your boyfriend didn’t come to prom how -”
You cut him off, wincing at the word boyfriend “ex actually.”
“Since when?”
You shrugged again, holding up your phone “since I blocked him about 20 minutes ago?”
Rafe’s eyebrows shot up so far they practically reached his hairline and he leaned against his bike with a look of confusion and shock “listen ace, you’re gonna have to give me a little more, what happened?”
You deflated with a heavy sigh you didn’t want to hash it back out, you already felt stupid for feeling so upset in the first place over prom and you didn’t want Rafe to see that too. “Why does it matter?” you asked dejectedly.
“Because” Rafe said, “if i'm gonna put him in the hospital anyway i'd like to at least be able to give an explanation to the cops.”
Before you could help yourself you were laughing, pressing a hand to your lips to stifle the giggles when you saw he was deadly serious, leaning against his bike with a look of fury and righteousness on your behalf.
“You can’t beat him up Rafe.”
“Why not?”
“Assault is kind of illegal just in case you weren’t aware” you teased and he rolled his eyes.
“I'd still do it for you.”
You smiled, looking down at your shoes as you said softly “I know.”
Before you could register the movement he’d stepped closer and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you registered the enticing scent of his cologne and his fingertips briefly brushed your skin as he reached out to tuck a flyaway strand of hair behind your ears.
“Ace” he said gently and you looked up momentarily stunned by just how blue the shade of his eyes were, like the ocean bathed in the glow of the moon “c’mon it's me, tell me what happened.”
Just like that your walls crumbled and before you could stop them the words were tumbling from your lips, tripping over one another as they rushed out “he ditched me…he promised that he’d come and then he text me 20 minutes before he was supposed to get here that he wasn’t coming, he didn’t wanna miss party of the year in his stupid frat or whatever and I guess I just feel so stupid for trusting him…for letting him ruin everything and…”
You had more to say but the words clogged in your throat, lips choking on them until all that came out was a sob as your eyes filled with hot tears and you didn’t have a second to feel mortified that you were crying in front of Rafe Cameron, Rafe Cameron who you’d loved since the moment you’d set eyes on him, because he reached out and folded you into his arms and you instinctively leaned into his embrace.
He smelt like cedarwood and pine and the faint scent of the leather jacket that he'd worn earlier but most of all he smelt like home. Like fresh laundry and hugs that took your breath and your fears away. “It's okay” he murmured, stroking a large hand through your hair and you felt the pins keeping the style in place fall out the locks tumbling over your shoulders and making you feel surprisingly free and for a half a second you laughed wondering what mini you and mini Rafe would have made of the two of you actually getting on for once.
“I'm sorry” you murmured, mortified by the tears, and if you were being honest a tiny bit of mascara, staining his white t-shirt but he just shook his head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for ace.”
You groaned, hiding your face in the comfort of his chest. “I do, I'm being so pathetic…it’s just a stupid high school dance.”
He pulled you away from his chest but kept the contact, his arms warm and firm on your shoulders as he made you look at him and the sincerity on his face.
“You are not pathetic” he said and when you shook your head he gripped your shoulders harder “no listen to me you’re not, he’s the pathetic one because he could have been spending his night with a beautiful, smart, funny girl and instead he gave all that up.”
You tried your hardest not to blush, his words filling you with warmth but making you shy at the same time. “And if you won’t let me kick his ass will you at least compromise and let me run him over with my car?”
You snorted and then nodded slowly “okay but you have to call the ambulance afterwards.”
He grinned and reached out to shake your hand “deal.”
He bumped his shoulder against yours, his eyes sparkling against the darkness of the night “there’s that pretty smile.”
“Shut up” you mumbled, flushing, and he grinned harder.
Suddenly he was pulling away and before you register what he was doing he’d grabbed his leather jacket from where it was slung around the handlebars and wrapped it carefully around your shoulders and you smiled at him grateful that he’d noticed you were cold.
His jacket was soft and best of all it smelt like him and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes and enjoying that comforting smell if you’d tried.
“Hey daydreamer” his shout pulled you from your reverie and you saw he’d kickstarted the engine on the bike “c’mon i'll give you a ride.”
Your eyes went wide and he smirked “on that?”
“you scared?” he taunted lightly “what you don’t think you could handle a bike, ace?”
“Are you challenging me Rafe Cameron?”
He shrugged “maybe” and you grinned.
“Oh fuck it” you said as you swung a leg over the bike and he positioned your arms so that they were wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Don’t forget to hold on” he called out and then suddenly you were flying….
Or at least it felt like you were flying, you’d never been on a motorbike before and you quickly discovered that it was fun, the wind rushed around you like you were a speeding bullet and the trees shading the coast blurred into dark green shapes. It was thrilling and fast and you buried your face into Rafe’s back resisting the urge to whoop like you were on a rollercoaster.
“You missed the turn in for my street!” you shouted after a while and you felt rather than heard his laughter.
“I never said I was taking you home ace, the night is still young.”
And you thought that maybe this tragic, horrible, miserable night might not end as such a tragedy after all.
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thought i’d share this with you all. i commissioned jessdraw.s to draw my beloved clary and jace. from the mortal instruments by @cassandraclare
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i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much
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the demons. they’re coming for me (fic ideas that i will never write but theyre soso good i promise)
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I just know JJ Maybank is the best cuddler ever…he wants to be as close as humanely possible to you and no matter how you fall asleep you always end up waking up as a tangled mess of limbs with his arms wrapped so securely around you that you could swear there’s no safer or cosier place in the world to be.
He’s like one big warm teddy bear and he definitely nuzzles into your hair finding comfort in the familiar scent of your shampoo or tucks his head into your neck, pressing the occasional loving kiss on your jawline while tracing a pattern on your waist.
He’s always touchy, resting a hand on your hip as he passes, leaning his arm on your shoulder, resting his hand on your thigh while he drives ect but during the night he’s at his clingiest. He holds you just a little bit tighter than you’d expect, like he’s afraid that you’ll slip away, disappear like his mom did and he doesn’t think that he could bear that. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him and he wants to cling onto that.
He might make you feel warm and safe, loved and protected but what you don’t initially realise is that you make him feel all of those things too. He’s definitely one of those people that can fall asleep anywhere but like a cat he’s always hyper aware of his surroundings too, like he sleeps with one eye open (it had to be like that living with Luke and never knowing what he’d do while drunk) so it’s never a deep sleep but when he’s with you he can finally sleep soundly and he snores. You always tease him about it in the morning but it’s hard to be mad when he looks so goddamn cute and peaceful mumbling in his sleep about silly things because his dreams are light when your mere presence can chase away his nightmares.
Eventually you both find it hard to sleep without the other because it’s just so perfect falling asleep in each others arms. And no pillow could ever compare to the feeling of being surrounded by his warmth, his scent, his arms while he peppers goodnight kisses all over your face.
A/N: if this is rubbish let me off it’s 4am and my eyelids are about to fall off from tiredness 😭
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HOW DID YOU CHANGE YOUR THEME BETWEEN WHEN I SENT THIS AND NOW.
i did not know that. will be taking full advantage of that bc you IGNORE ME on snap 🙄
lily my love i MISS YOU
KENZIE I MISS YOU HOW IS LIFE
did you know you can send voice notes on discord now???? they finally listened to us 😭
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not to be dramatic but I would literally collapse to my knees and propose on the spot if someone gave me a handwritten love letter
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shut the FUCK up right now
now all i can think about is sam behind the camera, filming dean fucking you stupid, and just being so… season 1 sam about it !!
dean makes a show of it because he’s dean and talks to sam like you’re an actual being sometimes. he holds your legs open with his own once he’s got you naked and spreads your wet pussy with thick fingers. “take a look at that, sammy.” and when sam comes to your defence, feeling sympathy for you when your cheeks flush and you start whining to dean about embarrassing you, with a “dean, you’re driving her crazy”, the eldest brother refuses to let up, “c’mon! it’s for your video. get a close up or whatever.”
there’s just so much of that and ahhh !!!
oh, oh, oh !! and when dean’s got you face down, ass up !! he’s making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open, punching little “uh, uh, uh”’s out of you with every thrust. even thought it’s dean fucking you, sam’s convinced that he’s the lucky one. “fuck, i wish you could see her face, dean. she’s so fucking pretty.” in the scenario that you’re coherent enough to process his words, you let out a little breathless laugh and dean on your ass about it that second, “yeah, sweetheart? you like it when my little brother calls you pretty when we got you like this? you like being called pretty when you’re getting fucked like a whore in front of his stupid camera?”
and do NOT get me started on the close up shots sam insists on taking once dean’s filled your little pussy up with his cum. your pussy looks the prettiest when it’s stuffed (as dean so eloquently put it when he had you spread open for the camera once again) and there’s just no way sam can’t get a close up of it every time.
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I knew I was fucked up when Rafe punched the wall and instead of being horrified I was like “hot, do it again”
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“you didn't have to come over today you knew how id treat you if you did."
LILY. YES YES YES.
i have been waiting so patiently for you to answer this ask and i was not disappointed. re entering m stefan brain rot era.
lily i know you're a damon girlie but i think i will always be a stefan baby. I'm stubborn and i picked him the first time i watched tvd and i refuse to be open minded. so in that vein, stefan thirst:
stefan who can't fall asleep after you do on his chest because his heart is beating so fast. your skin against his, your smell all over him, the soft sounds you make. he's going to go insane, he's going to die.
stefan who's not bossy and demanding like his brother, who treats you like a pillow princess.
he eats you out for hours.
hours.
he's always on top, doing all the work. even when you're riding him, he's controlling your hips, lifting you up and down, thrusting up from underneath.
stefan who, despite his extraordinarily best efforts, gets jealous over something or other and doesn't make it to the bedroom. he has to remind you your his, has to remind himself. he fucks you against the wall, hard. he fucks you in the front seat of his vintage car, hard. he feels bad about the marks and bruises later.
stefan is a malewife. can't change my mind.
and then oh GOD the switch when he's the ripper--
no sappy, romantic deep eye contact as he fucks you, no desperate pleas of your name and how much he loves you as he cums.
he fucks you rough and remorselessly from behind, pulling your hair.
he bites. sometimes for fun, sometimes to draw blood.
laughs at your tears and cries for your stefan back. you fail to mention that part of why you want him back on the bunny diet is because of how horrible it makes you feel inside--icky, slimy, like you've been soaking in gore and oil--knowing that you kind of...like him this way.
I might be a Damon girl most of the time but il never forget that I was a Stefan girl first and il always be obsessed with him, as katherine says its okay to love them both ;)
Stefan can't stand how perfect you are to him when you fall asleep on his chest, he feels like a creep for it but he can't help just watching you sleep for a bit, so content with playing with your hair and soothing away any bad dreams. One time you wake up and make a joke about how fast his heart is beating, tell him it woke you up because it's so goddamn loud but he can't help it because everything about you makes his heart race. When Stefan loves he loves hard, maybe you fell first but he fell harder.
Oh to be Stefan Salvatore's pillow princess 😵💫 he's the opposite of selfish to an almost annoying extent, you go to reciprocate anything and he's pushing you back down on the bed, kissing down your body and shushing you when you say that you wanna make him feel good because for him it's all about you. Making you feel good gets him going like nothing else. King of overstim, eats you out for hours, head between your thighs like theres nowhere else in the world he'd rather be and you're whining and trying to push his head away because it's too much but he just kisses the inside of your thigh and bats those pretty pretty green eyes at you. "You can take one more for me baby can't you? c'mon angel, just one more" and then you're letting him bring you to another orgasm, tears slipping from your eyes because it hurts so good.
Jealous Stefan 😵💫 there's something about him losing control of his careful restraint. Fucking you over the hood of his vintage car, his hands digging into your hips as he mumurs over and over again how good you feel, how tight and perfect and how you're all his, all his and no other guy could ever have you like this. Its the only time he'll ever hold off on letting you cum, he flips you over right at the last minute so you can wrap your arms around his neck, nails digging into his skin as you're so close to falling off the edge and he looks into your eyes as he speaks "tell me baby, tell me who you belong to" and you can only whine that your his and you only want him over and over as he finally lets you cum after hearing the words. He feels bad about the posessiveness afterwards, its a side of himself that he's careful to keep under wraps and not let slip but you just tell him that 1. its hot and 2. as much as your his, he's yours and he likes that your possesive over him too, makes him feel a little more secure.
The sex after you get jealous is insane, it makes him feel so wanted - he's your first choice, the only choice you want. He lets you get on top, let's you feel in control for a second before his hands are guiding your hips while you ride him, thrusting up to meet your movements until you're whining breathlessly into his neck letting him take care of you.
MALEWIFE STEFAN, MALEWIFE STEFAN of course he is, that man cooks and cleans and il get him a ring 👀 but seriously he's definitely one to wake you up with the smell of him cooking breakfast maybe fucks you over the counter when you come out of the bedroom wearing just his shirt and burns the food
RIPPER STEFAN 😵💫 (I imagine it's all consensual but due to the nature of ripper!stefan being almost a different person and this being a lot rougher im putting a dubcon warning here <3)
this time when he fucks you over the hood of his car he's got his hand pressed into the back of your neck, pushing you down as he uses you for his pleasure not caring that the metal leaves bruises and marks in your skin. He doesn't take his time removing your clothes like he usually would, sweetly kissing every inch of your skin as he takes each item off...no he rips them off discarding your clothes like they're worthless. He has no regard for the surroundings, he'll clear off an entire desk in a second letting bourbon bottles smash to the floor just so he can fuck you over it.
he bites because he loves to see the marks on your body, he loves to see the tears running down your face when he goes harder, loves to see your mascara smear and the imprint his hand leaves for a few seconds after its been around your neck. his posessiveness comes out full force without bunny diet!stefan holding it back and he wants everyone to know your his. To ripper stefan you belong to him, his property and he'd kill anyone who tried to take you away.
and he knows that you like it all, he knows that your begging for the old Stefan back is halfhearted and he thinks it's funny, he mocks you for it. "You want the old me back? hmm? then why are you here? you didn't have to come over today you knew how id treat you if you did." He see's the way your thighs clench when he calls you his dirty slut even mocks you by asking what you think the old him would have thought if he knew what you we're really like, knew what you really wanted, all the depraved desires. and when he eventually does go back to the non ripper Stefan you find a middleground and it's almost too good to bear
just...stefan brain rot 😵💫
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no bc i know i’d still be as unhinged if i were a celebrity. probably worse tbh
do you reckon that celebrities who are dating other celebrities sit and watch edits of their significant others?? like do you think Tom Holland sits and watches Zendaya edits in his spare time? I need to know. Even worse imagine being an actor and having a crush on your costar and there’s edits of them on your tiktok fyp, I do not think I’d survive seeing edits of my literal irl crushes I’d have to pass away
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