#bandersnatch headcanons

[miotalee]

Whoever said that Colin is "canonically" married to Kitty is a liar liar pants on fire. This statement has irked me ever since I read it. First of all, they're not wearing any rings. And secondly, when Colin introduces Kitty to Stefan he doesn't call her "my wife", not even "my girlfriend". It's just "Kitty".

You call me crazy for rejecting heteronormative sentiments, but don't come and tell me that there isn't room for interpretation within the whole Bandersnatch narrative.

Ok, you can prove me wrong now.

[bandersnch]

Good morning beautiful doodles and happy friday eve!

I hope everyone has an amazing day! i'm going to be working on some headcanons and stuff for both bandy and julie. i'm currently writing up information on the bandersnatch itself and how it correlates to lineage and how he's passed down. so i should be around! maybe. idk, i'm still kind of jhskjsdjh and not wholly myself.

if you need me, my dm's and discord is always available to moots ( @ mfkntreestars , lemme know who you are if you add me ).

PLEASE HYDRATE AND MEDICATE. eat and get some fresh air. love yourselves because you're all so fuckin amazing and i love all y'alls faces xoxo

[thekimspoblog]

It would take hours to actually articulate what happens in the penultimate chapter of my "Sheepdog" fanfic, but let me see if I can try.

A major thing Jimmy and Kim bond over is their shared interest as cinephiles. And I haven't seen many fans discuss this, but to me this suggests that both of them actually have a pretty terminal case of "main character" syndrome. They've both watched so many movies, that this is the only frame of reference for interpreting their reality, and this is the driving force behind why these two act like assholes. Jimmy is the more obvious example, given that so much of what he does during the various montages is needlessly convoluted in a way that only makes sense if you assume that amusing himself is his top priority. But I'd argue Kim does this too, just not with as much self-awareness.

Everyone within the narrative rightfully thinks this pair is unstable. But the delicious irony is that this insane view of the world is correct. And we know it's correct because we're watching these events unfold after all. And I just love the level of cosmic horror that this brings to the metanarrative: Wouldn't it be terrible if a narcissist's attitude that you were just a bit player in their story was justified? Wouldn't it be terrible if your free will was an illusion, because you were always created as a scapegoat to be sacrificed? Wouldn't it be horrifying if there was a God, but this god would be happy to reward terrible behavior as long as the violence was entertaining?

Now here's where this goes from regular headcanon to completely cracked:

In the final chapter of "Sheepdog", the fanbase of Breaking Bad is confirmed to be a malevolent supernatural force inflicting its collective will on the narrative. And specifically, Kim is confronted with the fact that she made a covenant with this entity at the end of Season 5 (securing her own longevity in the story by promising to harm others) and in Season 6 she tried to break this contract with the Devil. But it's too late to back out: Her destiny was to use the money she got from killing Howard to join the upper class, and hunt bigger, more dangerous game from there. We were promised a story of oligarchs meeting their demise. We were promised a story of a vengeful woman remaking the world in her own vision of perfect justice, and after having already taken two lives, she has no choice but complete the ritual by taking five more.

After mulling over her options, she accepts that the world as she knew it will come to an end unless she shoulders this burden of playing the villain. There are thousands of good, normal, people in the universe of Breaking Bad, people that she can't help but see as valuable human lives even after being told point-blank that these are just tertiary characters, but all those characters can only continue to exist so long as one person is fulfilling the titular goal of this franchise.

So when this character returns in "Slippin Kimmy" there is something decidedly OFF about her, even more than before, and the above is why. She doesn't remember the specifics of the lucid dream, but the intuition that she is a doll on a stage never leaves her. And even if Jimmy claims to understand, she knows he can't, not fully anyway. I remember once reading a think piece which described Anton Chigurh as "someone who doesn't even enjoy doing evil, but simply feels a grim obligation to serve as the hand of fate (. . .) the product of staring too long into the abyss of the modern age", and on some level I am going for a more toned-down version of that. Having seen the rest of her life laid out for her, Kim knows she has a lot left to look forward to which will make enduring all the horror worthwhile, but even if she's not happy in this role, it doesn't really matter. A humble existence just isn't in the cards for her.

This also would suggest that Iris is some sort of antichrist figure, but eh... it's even more complicated than that.

Also why yes, I am ripping off whole aspects of Dolores Abernathy's character arc! Thank you for noticing!

[millionsnife]

//self indulgent xiv au headcanons

amon's a fuck and knives let him experiment on him to protect vash by taking the brunt of them and not telling vash what was going on

this means he's got a weird-ass mix of dna cocktails floating in his system.

the list includes but is not limited to dragon and bandersnatch

bandersnatches are just really weird fucking tigers so he makes tiger sounds sometimes including purring and chuffing

the dragon dna means sometimes he just does a Big Predator Rumble at things

the fangs are natural but the dna modifications means they're a bit larger and sharper than they should be

[whatthedormouse-said]

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Mallymkun is a canon character from Alice in Wonderland, and her portrayal is a mix of headcanons, various books, and movie lore. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write her into crossovers or AUs.

default verses:

storyverse: Any events that take place in Wonderland, where Molly is either a soldier in the King's army, the rebel officer who slayed the Bandersnatch, or a dormouse trapped in perpetual tea time (usually found napping inside a teapot).

fableverse: When the storybook worlds collapse, Molly finds herself in a contemporary town called Fableton, where she's finally free of the magic of Wonderland and the curse that turned her into a dormouse. Deciding she no longer wants a life of violence, she attends college to become a nurse. (bio)

[sirensaves]

IC TAGS

╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : MIRROR IMAGE ( if there's a god˒ it's fucking me ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : AESTHETICS ( it's a trick˒ it's a trap˒ the evil's not in my head ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : HEADCANONS ( the sutures in my head keep getting ripped out ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : MUSINGS ( so shut your mouth before i fuck it ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : INNER THOUGHTS ( these open wounds are the thoughts that I can't stop thinking about ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : WARDROBE ( give me back my hoodie ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : PLAYLIST ( alepsa play ... ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : NSFW / USFW ( the way you fuck˒ the way you taste ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : SHIPPY STUFF ( i love the look on your face when i'm tempting you ) ╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : CHARACTER STUDY ( that's all i'll ever be unless you set me free )

╰ ⸻ ✟ 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙 : BANDERSNATCH ( i feel the rage & just can't hold it )

[a-deed-without-a-name]

You’ve outed me.  How dare you.

Now everybody who follows me for my kink and my brotherfucking is going to know I had a brony stint.  Shameful.

Anyway.

My long, stupid thoughts are below the cut, so continue if you want to have your day ruined.

I’ve spent an awful lot of time thinking about pony!Hannibal.  I’ve got drafts of him and pony!Will doodled in my sketchbook.  Ponies are the only thing I can draw.

He lives in Baltimare.  He was born in Lithuwhinnya.

I’ve headcanoned him myself as a unicorn - one with visible racial differences from an Equestrian unicorn.  Longer, slightly curved horn, tail closer to a donkey’s than a horse’s, just ‘cause I like stuff like that.  I figured he’d be a unicorn because in Equestria, the majority of nobility seem to be unicorns, and because I figured it’d be hard to be a surgeon without the benefit of the telekinetic field unicorns have.  Pegasi seem to have prehensile wings that could also do the trick, but it seems like it’d be hard to fit those inside a patient’s body cavity, and plus, how do you get latex gloves (or the Equestrian equivalent) over feathers?

But.  Hannibal being an earth pony makes sense, in a very arresting way.

First of all, the strength he’d need to be able to pose and manipulate bodies the way he does.  Yeah, sure, you could do that with unicorn telekinesis, too, but while Hannibal is very content with distant manipulation in some cases, sooner or later, he wants to get in there.  He wants to rip and tear.  He wants to touch, to bite, to feel blood and dead flesh against his hooves.  He is a constant juxtaposition of the sanitized and civilized against the feral and animal, and I think *having* to haul victims around physically would bring him a great deal of satisfaction.

Means he has to use his mouth more, too.  For everything.  It would be his primary weapon, rather than defaulting to magic or to the horn as a lance in a pinch.  Also, I mean, sure, hooves.

Second of all: it’s another layer of camouflage, just like Bandersnatch said above.  Obviously the Chestnutpeake Ripper is a unicorn.  An earth pony could never.  He fits the profile in every other respect, but...

Third, it makes him an incredible success story.  I would imagine there aren’t many earth pony surgeons out there.  Hell, maybe he’s the first one.  It gives him that extra layer of hardship to have overcome, that extra glow, that extra fame.  It makes everything harder.  More impressive.  The life he has chosen to live, been compelled to lead, is at every minute a challenge to be overcome.  It hones him like a knife.

And fourth, tying in to the second and third, it makes him an automatic injustice collector.  Just imagine the kinds of things ponies say about earth ponies in the circles he moves in.  Just imagine the kinds of comments ponies make to him, when they first see him.  “’Doctor?’”  Looking him up and down, staring openly at the center of his forehead.  As if he might be hiding a miniature horn under his forelock.  “Of what, exactly?”  Medicine.  Psychiatry.  “Are you sure?”

So, yeah.  It makes sense.  

I still like him better as a unicorn ‘cause I like unicorns and I like drawing unicorns but that’s me.

Ask me about all the other thoughts I’ve had about pony!Hannibal.

Hanbil ponie be upon thee

[stvlti]

On touch: some Bandersnatch headcanons about Stefan Butler’s touch aversion

Stefan doesn't like being touched. He's used to being not-touched, he's used to having his personal space, the distance between himself and everyone else makes him feel safe to get lost in his own thoughts and indulge in his extensive daydreaming. It startles him when people tap him on his shoulder, pat his back, (and when he was younger) tousle his hair, and then he gets annoyed. Even when he sees a hug coming from a mile away, he still doesn't like being pulled into a hug. He can count on one hand the people in his life he's trusted enough to let them touch him. (His dad isn't one of them.)

Handshakes are safe, so that's what he opted for when he first met Colin. He needed that, a type of touch that he has control over, after nearly jumping out of his skin when Thakur decided to grab him by his shoulders and steer him over to Colin's desk. Later, when Colin clapped a hand on his shoulder consolingly on his way out ("wrong path, mate"), Stefan flinched as well, although after the initial anxiety he registered The Colin Ritman was touching him and that brought him a different sort of shock 

As time went on though, Stefan got used to some things. He almost expected it, expected Thakur to grab him by his shoulders, expected Colin's warm hand holding his own briefly in a handshake, expected Colin's palm on his shoulder, or both hands cradling his neck holding up his lolling head in the middle of his living room in the middle of the pulsating neon lights--

Mostly, he expected Colin's touch, his presence hovering near by. Stefan almost looks forward to it if he's being honest. He is still annoyed by Thakur's loud voice and loud personality and the way he would grab his shoulders with just a little bit too much force behind them (his hands that are clearly used to roughhousing and would always knock Stefan off balance). But Colin, though. Stefan looks forward to Colin's reassuring hand on his shoulder, or on the small of his back when Stefan stumbles just a little too much, or on his forearm pulling him out to the balcony, he looks forward to these touches, and it feels wrong, slightly, when in some timelines Colin doesn't touch him. 

It's not all in his head though. At some point, Colin realises Stefan is just as aware of the multiple timelines as he is. There's a sort of comfort they both find in the repetition sometimes, Stefan knowing the exact second Colin's going to chime in and help Stefan defend his decision to refuse the offer ("he's a lone woodsman. I'm the same" always gets to him, even as he knows Colin better than anyone in the company it's something else to be compared to a genius), and Colin knowing that Stefan can finish his sentences word for word 

They get really comfortable in each others' presence in a way that is no longer just coworkers sharing easy conversation, but not quite to the point of friends who hang out regularly outside of work either... It's a strange and unique sort of understanding that only they can make sense of? they can't put it into words, but they don't need to; Colin's touch says a million different things, the same hand on his shoulder, squeezing just so to say "I gotchu" in one life can be a grateful "nice to see you again" in another life, or in the restarts after Colin chooses to jump, a weighty, remorseful hand to say "I'm sorry".

[oflcvers]

DATING COLIN RITMAN INCLUDES:

i didn’t forget about my man colin

he’s a great lover and very in tune with your feelings as your relationship grows

you come home from work and he just knows how you’re feeling, like some sort of sixth sense

“how was your day today love?”

“it was fine”

“are you sure about that?”

and y’all just talk man, he’s such a good listener too. you could talk about the origins of the pythagorean theorem and he’d just retain it all bc hey, my baby talking everyone hush up

literally has the same energy as the john mulaney skit when he cries out: ‘thAT’S MY WIFE’ bc that’s colin

that being said, he is a workaholic, especially when you’re gone. it’s incredibly difficult to pull him away from that monitor until he’s 110% sure he’s done for that day

sometimes he’s up until way past three and you have to step inside his office and kinda coax him out

“colin, you need to sleep”

“i’ll sleep when i’m dead”

and as soon as you hear that you march your ass in, plop down right on the desk in front of the monitor, and stare at him until his resolve breaks or when either of you passes out

usually, you fall asleep first, hanging off his desk and half pressed into him

and colin just chuckles to himself before shutting his stuff down, scooping you up, and bringing you to bed bc ‘the loml is always right, why do i bother to fight them?’

your date nights are so cute??? colin’s honestly a gentleman: ready to hold the door open for you, pull your chair out, let you slip your arm in his, etc etc, all that cute stuff. he treats you with the respect you deserve and doesn’t settle for less bc you shouldn’t either

god your self-worth and validation are so important to him, he will actually fight you if you think any less of yourself

he’s incredibly adamant on surprising you each and every date; he plans them all out to give you some sort of wonder or intrigue

and the dates never disappoint, even if it’s just getting dinner; he’ll find a way to make the night memorable

your opinions are incredibly important to him, even if you aren’t familiar with his work or strategies tackling his job

but he’ll always pop by to ask:

“what do you think of this level design?”

“how are the pixels? too grainy?”

“would this character make sense with the game?” and so on

he thrives on feedback and every time you answer he’ll smile, lean in to give you a sweet kiss before scurrying off and calling out a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder

he’s great with kids btw (duh)

colin is the baby whisperer; he knows exactly how to lull them back to sleep, stop them from crying, and all that good stuff

he was a midwife in an alternate universe change my mind

hence why he’s so incredibly calming? like he knows just what to say and do to relax you

feeling anxious? nervous? ready to have a mental breakdown? “c’mere, doll” he’ll croon, opening his arms up and letting you slip onto his lap

lots of chaste kisses as he rubs his hands up and down to your elbows before giving your waist a gentle squeeze

you are soothed like a baby wrapped up in a blanket within minutes, it’s actually kinda amazing?? you’re actually in shock the first time, staring at him bewilderedly like ‘how tf did you do that?’

and he just gives you a knowing smirk before giving you a smooch

i guess i’ll do some nsfw headcanons too??

colin is an excellent fuck and knows what he’s doing

incredible head game, absolutely show-stopping

loves to tease before oral. includes wet kisses on your inner thighs, playful bites to keep you on edge, and slow, languid movements of his tongue to figure out what you like

he’s probably is into some sort of voyeurism and wants you to sit on his face 24/7 too

his favorite position is doggy style; he likes it rough. gripping your hips for dear life, biting down on your shoulder blades, and thrusting into you with all he’s worth. but his absolute favorite way to fuck is doggy style where the two of you face a mirror. that way he can watch you the whole time, see just exactly what he does to you, and watching you squirm and hide away when he makes lewd comments and talks like an absolute scuzzball

he refuses to cum until you do. no faking either, he wants to make sure it’s better for you than him. he gets off on getting you off, ya feel?

afterward, he’ll collapse on top of you, the weight of his body adding comfortable pressure on you until you too buckle under the mattress

you end up passing out but the two of you make a mean breakfast together the morning after. but past noon, when the two of you are ready to leave bed and start your day up

on this blog we love and stan colin ritman thanks for coming to part two of my ted talk

[vargskelegore]

if modern!colin ritman had a youtube channel it would be a channel where he reviews games and also bashes nintendo for their bad business practices change my MIND

[imaginesbymk]

Dating Colin Ritman Would Include...

Requested

smoking and taking LSD with him

he often disappears and you constantly worry about him

you’re not very fond of stefan and you find him weird and responsible for colin’s actions

running your hands through his blonde hair

owning cassettes

your shared apartment with him is cluttered with records, plants, posters, and of course, his drugs

it’s quite big enough and he makes it look like you two have the money for it

he’s the first one to wake up and he leaves for work in the morning without kissing you bye or anything

not that it mattered, he still loves you

owning matching headphones

not really getting his video game programming techno-stuff

your relationship isn’t sunshine and rainbows

it’s melting sunshine and rainbows due to the LSD

chilling on the balcony with him at night

he’s pretty snarky but in a playful way

“who the fuck is jerome f. davies?”

he tosses the heavy biography book at you

no pda, only when you guys are alone he gets affectionate here and there

his boss really likes you because he thinks you’re as cool as colin

testing out colin’s game ‘nosedive’

getting addicted to video games because of him

[autisticheadcanonsdaily]

Stefan Butler from Black Mirror: Bandersnatch is autistic!

[theyre-gay-because-i-say-so]

Today’s LGBT+ Headcanon is;

Stefan Butler from Black Mirror: Bandersnatch-Gay

Status: Alive (Dependant)

[tsamporadhoe]

c: i’m meant for you. k: nobody’s meant for anybody, love. c: i see nothing that says we aren’t, the choice was made for us. k: you only notice things you feel prove you right. c: i notice what i can’t change. k: well, you’re my only one.. c: you’re mine, love, in every universe.

au where colin & kitty really just fall in love over and over again every single universe & colin is v aware of this and p much arrives into every new timeline like k where’s my wife

REDBUBBLE ::: ETSY

[martian-martian-martian]

Me, minding my own fucking business: ...

My brain: Colin has all this money and still has a small flat because whenever he dies in each timeline he doesn’t want Kitty and Pearl to be left with nothing. It’s his way of escaping the crippling guilt of eventually leaving his daughter fatherless in every single timeline. 

Me, bawling: Why thE FuCk WouLD You SaY tHAt?

[imaginedisish]

Relax (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: We’re gonna ignore the fact that this is like a week late...because I was SOOOOO STRESSED OUT OOOOF. ANYWAY...here is (finally) the insanely requested “have Stefan and the reader fuck for the first time while the reader is trying to calm Stefan down,” imagine. Lemme tell you...it took me a while because I wasn’t sure if I was writing it right, and then i just gave up because I was stressed because of school and dance...but all that matters is that IT IS HERE NOW! (and so are 718 of you...that’s insane...thank you <3). Moving on...the imagine is also based on “Relax” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood...so enjoy...SMUT AHEAD!!!!!!!!!

Summary: The reader helps Stefan relax (if ya know what I mean), as Stefan is working on Bandersnatch.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! some angst, language, that’s it! (oh and fluff hehehe)

Word Count: 2,022!

“Dammit!” Stefan calls out, his fists banging violently against the wood desk, practically shaking the boxy, white computer in front of him off the desk. You quickly push yourself to sit up on his twin bed, and you stare deeply into the back of his head, wishing he’d look away from his computer for five seconds. 

“Stefan, take a break,” You say, concern heavy in your voice. 

Stefan rests his head in his hands. He was clearly overworked, exhausted, sleep deprived, and emotionally unstable.  You swing your feet to the side of the bed, standing up and slowly walking over to him. 

Once you reach his side, you lean down a bit, meeting the level at which he was sitting. You tightly wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“I need to work,” Stefan says, trying not to give into your touch. His fingers continue to rapidly attack the keyboard in a fit of aggression and frustration. 

“No, you need to relax.” You couldn’t stand seeing Stefan this way. It killed you. “Stefan, stop,” You beg as you move your arms so that your hands rest upon Stefan’s shoulders. 

“You don’t understand, (Y/N),” Stefan shouts. “I’m working so hard, and it feels like it’s all amounting to nothing. Every choice I’ve made about the game, every problem I’ve tried to overcome, it isn’t adding up. It’s all shit!” Stefan’s voice is heavy with anger, causing you to want to back away from him. 

While you consider leaving, you remain by his side, wanting more than anything to comfort him. You feel like you need to help him.

“Stop, don’t say that,” You plead as your fingers dance across Stefan’s shoulder blades, and then drawing carefully towards his neck. You decide to add more pressure to your touch, massaging him lightly. “Let me take care of you,” You whisper breathily. 

“(Y/N)…” Stefan coos, trailing off as he closes his eyes softly. He hesitates slightly before lifting his calloused fingers off the well used keyboard. Soft moans slip from Stefan’s lips as you add more pressure. 

“Relax, love,” You purr, bringing your hands closer to the front of his body. You allow your index fingers to trace Stefan’s collarbone, afterwards, gliding down to his chest. 

You wanted to go further, but you and Stefan had yet to get to that point in your relationship. You knew you were ready, but you weren’t sure that Stefan was. He had been under such intense pressure lately, however, and you wanted to make him feel good. 

Finally, you decide to let your hands travel further down his torso. 

Your voice is soft and low. “Do you want me to-,”

Stefan cuts you off. “Yes, please,” Stefan breaths. You nod, moving your hands down even more. He pushes himself out from under his desk, and you slip in between the space between his knees. 

You begin to palm Stefan through his jeans, your movements slow and careful. Stefan lets out soft moans every so often, making your heart flutter in your chest.

Your finger tips brush against the button of his jeans, circling around the button, teasing Stefan slightly. “A minute ago, you didn’t want this,” You say, removing your hands from him. 

Stefan leans down, grabbing your hands in his. “I want this,” He says firmly, pausing for a second. “Now.” There was something dominant in his tone, something you hadn’t ever heard before.

But god, was it sexy.

Stefan guides your hands back to the top of his pants, and you immediately unzip his jeans, quickly undoing his belt after. You grab the top of his jeans with your hands again, and slowly pull them down. 

You look deeply into Stefan’s emerald eyes, and he swallows harshly in anticipation. You begin to palm his hard member through his boxers. 

But Stefan suddenly grabs your hand again, stopping you. You stare up at him with confusion etched into your face. 

“I-I want you t-to…” Stefan stutters nervously. You two had never gotten this far before, and Stefan was clearly nervous. 

“Say it, love. Your wish is my command,” You whisper seductively, your hand still being gripped tightly in Stefan’s. 

He then moves your hand to the top of his boxers in response. He says nothing, yet you know what it is that he wants. You pull the boxers down, revealing Stefan’s hard, long cock. You throw his boxers to the side.

Then, you place a hand around Stefan’s shaft, and you slowly begin to twist your hand up and down around him. 

“F-fuck,” Stefan mumbles as he shivers under your touch. “Th-that feels…” He trails off, choking on his words. “Amazing.” 

You continue to move your hand up and down his hard member as Stefan breaths incoherent profanities and soft groans. 

You speed up your movements as you feel his cock begin to pulsate under your grasp. You know he’s close, it’s just a matter of time. 

“I-I’m c-close, we n-need to stop,” Stefan groans, grabbing your hand. 

You’re confused yet again. Was he not enjoying what you were doing? “Why?” You ask.

“I’d much rather come inside you, love,” Stefan says, standing up with a sudden boost in confidence, causing you to feel a tingling sensation between your legs. He grabs your wrists, pulling you up so that you’re face to face with him, your noses slightly brushing against each others.

Without hesitation, Stefan’s lips come crushing down upon yours. The kiss is hungry and frantic. Within seconds, you and Stefan had become animalistic, needing nothing more than each other. 

You pull apart from this kiss in an attempt to take a second to breathe. Stefan takes this moment to pull your Beatles shirt over your head, revealing the white, lacy, halter style bra you had on underneath.

He throws the shirt to the other side of the room. “You’re gorgeous,” Stefan purrs, bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. Heat rises to your cheeks, and anticipation fills the pit of your stomach. 

“Stefan, I need you,” You breathe, and Stefan’s lips meet yours again in response. You two begin to walk towards the wall next to the bed, until your back is pressed up against it. 

Stefan’s hand comes down, lifting your skirt up so that he’d have better access to you. He spreads your legs ever so slightly, and starts to tease you. He circles your clit through your matching, white, lacy panties. 

“P-please d-don’t tease me, Stefan,” You beg, pressing your legs together in an attempt to gain more friction. 

Stefan smirks, his hands reaching under your skirt, slipping your panties all the way down your legs. You step out of them as they reach your ankles, and Stefan throws them behind him.

You had never seen this side of Stefan. 

And you couldn’t help but absolutely love it. 

Stefan stands up, and you grab his hand, guiding him over to the twin bed in the center of the room. You sit down on the edge of the bed first, and Stefan quickly does the same. His hand reaches up to cup the left side of your face. 

“I want you, (Y/N),” Stefan breaths, “N-now.” Before you can say anything, Stefan’s lips capture yours in a languid kiss, your lips moving perfectly in time against his. His tongue brushes against your top lip, begging for permission to enter. You part your lips, and soon his tongue dances with yours. 

You allow yourself to lean back against the bed, your lips not leaving Stefan’s for a second, and Stefan follows suit. His arms are now pressed down on either side of your shoulders, his body hovering over yours. You lift your hips up slightly, hinting as to what you wanted. 

Stefan slowly lowers himself, lining himself up with your wet entrance. “A-are you s-sure about this?” He asks, his eyes staring deeply into yours, searching for an answer. 

You nod your head up and down eagerly. “Yes, Stefan…” You trail off, biting your lip in anticipation. “Please I need y-,” 

Suddenly, Stefan’s hard cock sinks deeply inside of you. “Holy s-shit,” You cry out in pleasure, biting down on your lip again, this time so hard that you draw a bit of blood. 

“F-fuck,” Stefan groans, waiting a second for you to adjust to his size. He looks into your eyes for the signal to continue, and you nod. 

Stefan pumps in and out of you, slowly at first. “You f-feel amazing…” Stefan purrs, his voice shaky, his pace growing faster, his thrusts growing deeper. 

“S-Stefan,” You moan audibly, grinding your hips into his. You wanted more of what he was giving you. You could tell he was still nervous, still apprehensive. “P-please, h-harder,” You whisper as he pulls out of you a bit. You whimper in response to the empty feeling he’s left you with.

But, Stefan immediately does as you ask, thrusting deeper and harder than he had before. “Stefan!” You scream, and Stefan’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. 

“I-I d-don’t…” Stefan breaths, not stopping his hips from rhythmically crashing against yours as he speaks. “Know w-when my d-dad will be b-back.” 

You nod in response, and Stefan removes his hand from your mouth. He brings that same hand down your body, tracing his index finger across your skin, until he lands on your clit. 

He begins to draw smalls circles around the sensitive area with his thumb, the sensation overwhelming. Loud, incoherent moans fall from your lips, but Stefan doesn’t even try to conceal them, as he finds himself doing the same. 

He circles faster and faster, as his thrusts become even deeper. You feel the fire in the pit of your stomach growing. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on for. You felt yourself slowly pushing over the edge. 

“S-Stefan, I’m going to-to…” You whimper, digging your nails into Stefan’s back. 

“M-me too, love, l-let go,” Stefan coos, his rhythm becoming sloppier, his thrusts becoming deeper.

It was all beginning to be too much, and you know it was just a matter of time before you let go. Just one more pump, one more flick and he’d most likely send you screaming over the edge. 

“I’m gonna get you there, love,” He whispers in your ear. “My god, you’re so fucking wet.” His words alone practically made you come. 

Stefan adds more pressure to your clit, flicking it as he thrusts into you. 

“Stefan!” You cry out, feeling yourself come undone, your walls fluttering around his hard, pulsating cock. 

“F-fuck, (Y/N),” Stefan groans as you feel him let go inside of you. He presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes softly.

He thrusts a few more times before finally pulling out, making you whimper at the newfound emptiness between your legs. 

Stefan falls back onto the bed, laying down next to you. You rest your head against his chest, placing soft kisses there. Stefan brings a hand up to the top of your head, combing through your hair carefully with his fingers. 

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” You ask, giggling, a wide smile plastered across your face. He didn’t have to answer. You knew you made him feel better. 

“Much,” Stefan says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Y-you’re spectacular,” Stefan stutters somewhat anxiously. “Y-you’re iridescent. You’re the sun that breaks through my storm clouds.” 

You look up to see Stefan smiling nervously. It was adorable to you that no matter how close you were to him, he still was nervous to compliment you. 

You trace circles across Stefan’s chest with your index finger. “You’re indescribably and endlessly incredible, Stefan. Even when you need to take a break,” You can’t help but let out another giggle. "You never cease to amaze me.” 

“And you never cease to amaze me, love,” Stefan says finally. You hum in response.

You close your eyes, falling fast asleep in Stefan’s warm embrace.