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[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

You’re The Only Thing That Makes Me Feel Human.

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Prompt: “Doesn’t it scare you, loving something that could destroy you?”

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It’s nearly 2AM when you hear the window creak open.

You don’t even flinch anymore, not when it’s him. Not when it’s Mattheo, shoulders tense and jaw clenched, eyes dark like he’s been fighting demons all night. Maybe he has.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just stands there like he doesn’t know whether to come in or run. His hand is bleeding again. You sit up, silent, and reach for the salve you keep hidden in your nightstand drawer. you always keep it hidden because you always expect him.

“Let me see,” you whisper.

He doesn’t argue. Just lets you take his hand, lets you clean the bruised knuckles like you always do. He watches your face the whole time, his eyes are unreadable, but they’re burning. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you.

And then he says it. Quietly. Almost like he doesn’t mean for you to hear it.

“Doesn’t it scare you… loving something that could destroy you?”

You pause. Your fingers still pressed gently to his wrist. Your voice is barely a breath when you reply. “No. Because you never destroy me. You only break yourself.”

His eyes close and when he leans forward, forehead resting against yours, breathing like it hurts, he says it like it’s a confession.

“You’re the only place I’ve ever felt safe.”

And you believe him. Because when he’s with you, he is.

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

more sweetheart!reader with mattheo

You’re sitting on the chair next to Mattheo, a chair that once belonged to Theodore Nott who was now sitting off to the side with Enzo and Blaise as they watched you lean all your body weight on the hand that rested on Mattheo's desk.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"Hmm?" He looks down at you.

"Your hair, it looks a bit different." You watch in adoration as he runs his fingers through his hair, only for his curls to fall perfectly back in place.

"Good different?" He smirks.

"Very good different." You say quickly, making him laugh.

The two of you don't hear Theo, Blaise and Enzo snickering at them a few seats away.

"That is a girl in love." Pansy says, frowning at her friend, “It's almost hard to watch."

"Mattheo is going to break the poor girl's heart." Blaise says, always amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Theo chuckles, "the other day, I was talking about this movie and he casually says 'yn loves that movie'."

"So? That's normal. By now, they’re friends, aren't they?" Enzo asks, Theo rolls his eyes.

"Okay, first of all, Mattheo isn't friends with girls." He points to Pansy. "Unless they're his friends' girlfriends or whatever."

Pansy grins, and throws her feet on Blaise's lap.

"And secondly, Mattheo knew her favourite. movie." Theo emphasises.

The group nod and gasp in agreement.

“You’re kidding! I’ve known him for 3 years and he still can’t remember my birthday!” Enzo complains.

“Sorry, Enzo, you’re not his girl.” Blaise snickers.

"Should we be worried that they can hear us?" They turn their attention to the pair sitting a couple seats away.

You were in a fit of giggles over something Mattheo was saying, his entire presence making you giddy. Their focus was set on you two, your focus was set on each other.

"Yeah, I don't think we have to worry about that."

to the two people who sent me asks - they’re in my drafts!! coming so soon, i promise. i have so many drafts of situationship!mattheo i might just skip this awkward “friends” stage

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ 'ɴ ʙɪɢ ʙᴀʙɪᴇꜱ...

BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MY DARLING, KORE! 🥳 (@dhazefawn)

PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Reader SUMMARY: All your focus is on your DC scrapbook and your boyfriend demands attention.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k TW: Clingy Mattheo, maybe ooc, mediocre writing- TT Author's note at the end.

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Coloured papers were scattered across the room, many of them filled with holes that resembled stars and hearts. At the moment, you were attempting to make a gun shaped cut out for the 12th try; only god knew the stacks of papers you’ve gone through to finish this scrapbook. And it wasn’t just any ordinary scrapbook; it was filled with your most recent hyperfixation—except this hyperfixation happened to last years and not die down for a second.

Flipping through your creation, majority of the pages were completed, printed comic panels glued to what used to be blank papers, and doodles of your favourite characters from the DC Universe were sketched all over the book along with different quotes in cut out speech bubbles.

Of course, the lucky guy who had front row seats to view this adorable spectacle was your caring and frankly annoyed boyfriend; particularly, one who wishes to strangle every fictional man that had you enchanted because of- what? Their toned abs and tragic backstory? Doesn’t he have that already?! Or so he’d like to complain…

He couldn’t count on all fingers how many times he’d hear your sweet giggles about whoever the fuck was Jaybird and Timmy.

Was he jealous of 2D men? No. He was possessive over the love of his life, and he isn’t going to let a green eyed masked man, or some nerdy computer boy steal the attention that was so rightfully his!

But you would argue that it’s his fault, since this entire scrapbook idea started after he generously offered to take you to the muggle comic store in Hogsmeade for your birthday.

He was fully aware of your passion for superhero comics, more specifically Batman, so it was a no brainer to take you there as a surprise; the moment you entered the store you instantly scoured the aisles, Mattheo had to chase after you to keep up with your pace—which still didn’t do any good, because he somehow managed to lose you in that small modest comic store.

After peaking through several book aisles, he found you huddled in a corner amongst stacks of comics and painfully heavy concept art books by DC. Mattheo couldn’t help but adore how small you looked in your little reading bubble, your nose stuck in a newly released issue without a care in the world.

For the entirety of your stay, Mattheo sat beside you, listening to your pretty yaps about whatever came to your mind at that moment; he’d never admit it so casually, but Mattheo loved it when you rambled, maybe it was the joy and excitement in your eyes, or possibly the way your lovely lips moved forming every word, whatever it was he wanted to hear you speak for as long as he breathed.

Which takes us back to his current dilemma, you were now planting stickers along your makeshift cover as you explained to no one in particular about the process of carefully designing a scrapbook. Mattheo wasn’t sure how long you’d been working on that thing; it felt like an eternity! An eternity of being neglected by his favourite person, so Mattheo being Mattheo decided to do the only thing that’d get your attention.

He tipped toed through the jungle of papers and stickers along the floor, and in a single motion, he snatched the book from your hands, holding it away from your reach.

“Mattheo!” You squeaked, “give it back!”

“Mattheo, huh. What happened to Matty or babe?” he interrogated with the book above his head, “Have I already been replaced by your book boyfriends?”

You were taken off guard before you could even argue back; was he jealous of comic book characters? Despite trying to conceal his facial expressions, you could see a little pout on his lips contradicting the sharp gaze he held on you. Oh Mattheo… Shaking your head at the thought of him watching your arts n’ crafts like a kicked forgotten puppy.

His protests continued as he stood before you with the book far from your reach; but you had long forgotten about it. You took his cheeks in your hands and pulled him into a long passionate kiss. He instantly relaxed in your hold, bending down to your level, scrapbook lightly tossed to your bed as his arms wrapped around your middle.

You pulled away in an attempt to breath, but your very eager boyfriend chased after your lips like a man starved. He claimed your lips while leading you to your bed, both of you dipping into the mattress as Mattheo towered over you, his deep dark brown eyes boring into yours. And in a split second Mattheo disappeared from your line of sight, tucking his nose in your neck, portion of his weight pressing your body into the bed as he laid on top of you.

“Matty?” You asked. ”Hm,” Mattheo couldn’t care to form a proper explanation, he finally managed to capture your attention, he’s not going to waste it.

You let a breathy sigh while stroking his hair, “you’re such a baby,” you couldn’t believe he’d been jealous of fictional characters— actually it was believable, you just didn’t expect him to act on it. Whatever you planned on saying then had dispersed from your mind as you continued to massage his head, teasing him every little bit about how this was so Jason Todd coded…

Yeah, he didn’t want to hear that…

You were ambushed with merciless tickles but by the time his attacks ceased, he began to wrap you into a cocoon with the duvet; honestly, you could have done something to stop him, but you wanted to see where this was going.

“Mattheo Riddle, what the heck are you doing-?” you were practically a wrapped burrito, he hooked his leg over you as he held onto your round frame. “Matty, let me out!” You demanded. “Shhhhh…” Shushing your persistent complaints, he loosened the duvet from you and slid your hands around him, allowing you to reciprocate his cuddling attempts.

“Honestly, if I told anyone about this, they wouldn’t even believe me.” You fathomed, “Mattheo Riddle demanding cuddles, huh.”

“Tell anyone and you will see what I’ll do to you.” Threating as he pressed himself deeper into your embrace. Anyone would’ve thought he had gone insane if they witnessed this, but it was just another Tuesday for you, and you were grateful that you were the only one to see Mattheo so vulnerable, it only made your love for him grow.

The rest of the day consisted of peaceful napping and switching between little and big spoon with your baby of a boyfriend while your little scrapbook laid amongst the rest of the mess on the ground; you’d have to clean this all up later, but it isn’t every day that Mattheo initiates innocent physical touches like this, so you’d just have to delay the tidying for a while.

He was already in a state of slumber, a constant low exhale escaped him every few seconds, his arms hooked securely around your waist, he certainly didn’t plan on letting you go, whether he was awake or unconscious. Sorry, Jason Todd, but there seems to be only one bad boy in your heart and life.

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: @theodoresvalentine (I haven't been using the taglist for awhile, sorry! 😭)

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A/N: Kinda late for a birthday gift, I know😭But I hope you enjoy it! I had to include DC in it somehow, it would be wrong if I didn't 🤭

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[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

⭑ sylus finally fits. ⭑

⭑ you and sylus still haven’t found a way to have sex—until, in this latest attempt, he finally fits. ౨ৎ

💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. established relationship. pet names (sweetie, sweetheart). size kink. fingering. finger sucking. unprotected sex. lube. missionary. a little bit of a plot twist ending(?)

💌 ⁀➴ wc: 1.7k. song mention: cherry. lana del rey.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ first time em has ever written p in v sylus sex? and it certainly won’t be the last??

💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

“that’s it. that’s it, make a mess for me. no need to be shy."

with one last desperate clench, you gasped for your next breath, then melted into your release, as delicious, hot-syruped pleasure dripped sugar wax into the base of your stomach.

sylus committed to the exact momentum that brought you there in the first place—not thrusting his fingers, but instead pressing that same button of plump nerves deep within your core with relentless speed and precision. he thumped his fingertips against your sweet, squelching patch of cherries, as his other hand splayed across your stomach, held steady so he could smudge your clit with his thumb.

your sticky, needy moans kept coming as you fought through endless shivers, that racked your body so handedly that you had to clutch sylus’s wrist for support.

when he bowed forward to kiss the edge of your hand, your hips jolted in response, at the same time that your thighs attempted to clench around his waist. he tsked, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth with a slow shake of his head. then he taunted you further with smeared kisses up your fingers, and along your inner thigh. each time, your legs quivered, desperate to clench closer together, to sever the gravitational pull of his thick fingers caving in on you.

“you know i need all of it, sweetie,” he disciplined you with a dark whisper, “can’t stop until you give me every last drop."

“s-s—sylus—"

he grunted. “no begging. be good for me, c’mon. you’re almost there."

you bucked up into another helpless whine. your mind was going numb at this point, blurring every thought that had nothing to do with his thumb circling your clit or his fingers rutting against you just right. you tightened your hold on him by a mere fraction, but he reacted accordingly, finally slowing down as you approached the end of your release.

he drew his fingers from you with a drenched slick, then sucked your arousal dripping down to his knuckles with a low, satisifed groan.

you could only recover with a lone sigh before he bowed forward again, that time to seal your lips with a lingering, lovestruck kiss.

he pulled back slightly, lips as shiny red as heart-shaped cherries. “you still want to try again?” he asked.

you nodded with a needy bite of your lip, and squeezed the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his bulge, poking into his boxers, nudged your thigh as he shifted against you, enticing a dewy breath.

the weight of his tip alone was cruel—it stirred something primal and insatiable within you that you wouldn’t have known was there unless you met him. you’ve truly been obsessed with sylus's dick ever since you first saw it.

if only it would fit.

the past three times you and sylus tried to have sex, it simply refused to budge all the way through. you would earn an inch or so with every attempt, but still, he could never manage to slide fully inside you. you just needed sylus so miserably at this point that nothing would stop you from trying. especially with the way he was humping your leg to seek the friction of your thighs, soaking a small patch of his boxers with streaks of precum. he needed you just as badly, if not worse.

“please, sylus,” you sighed against his lips, “give it to me. already feels so good."

he knew better than to deny you, which is why he didn’t hesitate. with one tug at his boxers, his cock bobbed free, thick from the base all the way up, ribbed in veins, rosy and messy at the tip. you forgot to breathe every time you saw it—it was just so pretty. and damn heavy, too. its size should’ve intimidated you after all this time, but you could only feel eager as you stared down at it with sultry, siren eyes and a watered tongue. it hadn’t stopped bobbing since he took it out, like it was trying to hypnotize you. not only was the sheer length of it distracting, but the weight of his balls, too, that you couldn’t wait to clap against your pussy once you could finally handle him in his entirety. drops of precum leaked from his slit, slithering all the way down past the ridge of his tip.

“see that, sweetie?” he strained out, catching the drip of cum with his finger. “it’s drooling for you."

you sucked his finger into your mouth, then savored his thumb, all while he pinched and squeezed at the head of his cock. he clashed his mouth against yours with one last ravenous kiss before bending over the edge of the bed for a bottle of lube.

only once he lathered his dick until it was wet and smooth did he lean into you, hiking your legs around his waist. he always reached for your hand when he had you pinned beneath him, with an affectionate squeeze of his palm into yours like a heartbeat, fingers interlocked and solid. it rooted you to him, utterly and truly.

“ready?” he whispered close to your ear, “tell me when to stop."

you nodded, already a bit dazed by the groove of his tip prodding apart your soaked folds. then, ever so slowly, he breached into you with the tightest, stickiest squish from your wet heat.

the two of you sighed in unison, in a melody of rasped groans and breathless whimpers. he already stretched you so good—your lovely hole could meld to the width of his fingers, but strained beneath the weight of his cock, struggling to take its shape but efforting through it all the same. you winced, sinking your fingernails into the back of his hand and the bulk of his shoulder, but didn’t ween your hips away. pleasure pinched and nipped your tight core, but you wanted to feel him harder—deeper.

“that’s the tip,” he breathed out, voice slightly unsteady, “breathe with me. you’re taking it so well already. being such a sweet girl for me."

he fluttered a kiss over the edge of your mouth, tracing the seam with his tongue. then he pushed in again, and you gritted out a harsher groan that time. a burning coil hooked the pit of your stomach hard and fast, but released as soon as he stilled again.

“i know, sweetie,” he cooed, sweet like gooey candy, “i know, i know. but you can do it. i know you can. try a little bit more."

you hummed to agree, securing him with a tighter clutch of your legs around his waist. “i want it. please, keep going. don’t stop."

he cupped the heart-shaped curve of your face, stroking the corner of your eye to soften the singe of his cock burying deeper into you. you braced it, with your eyes shut tight and wilted whine after whine. you were stuffed so full—your cunt was practically choking on him. for every burning push there was the rewarding pull of your warmth suctioning around him—a pulse from your honeypot of nerves seeking more, a flicker or two from your swollen clit. your breath hitched when another tight cinch of pain trickled in sooner than you expected.

“look at me. right here, c’mon. look right here,” he panted.

your eyes fluttered open to find his, dark red as a blood moon, smokied with lust. your brows still scrunched close together, but you tried to soothe the tension by moving your hand away from his nail-bitten shoulder to trace the rigid lines of his mouth and his jaw.

he kissed the palm of your hand, and whispered, “good girl. there she is."

shockwaves rippled through you when he shifted his hips again, and you watched closely as his lips parted with a silent breath. he seeped in deeper, in one slow but fluid motion, that carved into you so good and sharp that you had to arch against him.

“fuck,” sylus groaned, then again in a faint whimper, “fuck, it’s in. it’s all the way in."

“yeah?” you whimpered back. “keep going then, sylus. need you to move."

he released your hand and sat upright, targeting his stare directly at the juncture where he disappeared completely inside of you. he knocked his head back, with a hard and heavy swallow.

“fuck,” he gritted out again, “that’s good. how is it this good, sweetie?"

he drew his hips back with a wince, paused for a breath, then eased back some more. the sound of him sliding out of you was pure filth—with a lingering slurp that caused your core to constrict around him tighter, sucking him back in.

“mmph—” he moaned through a shudder, “you’re gonna take it again for me, sweet girl?"

“yeah—hah—m-mmhm,” you whimpered back, all dizzy and soft.

that time, he sank back into you with much less resistance, following through to kiss your cervix with his tip in one slow-burn thrust. to feel all of him at once, clogged and stuffed to the point that you could overflow for him already, churned such intense pleasure within you, deeper than you had ever felt it before. your eyes crossed from the sheer euphoria of it all—you may even start hallucinating.

he shucked in and out of your trap for a cunt in one sweeping motion, finding a steady rhythm. your soaked heat welcomed him again and again with brief spasms and squeezes, doing all that it could to lure him back in.

his lips remained parted, a gateway for every fragile breath and wet whine that poured out of him one after another. brows fixated close together, stomach flexing, arms fidgeting, unable to hold you still and steady. he was such a mess for you after only three or four strokes. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him like this—if at all.

he babbled out your name. then, “sweetheart—s-sweetie. it’s too good. i’m . . ."

he managed one last sigh, and a final fifth thrust that filled you to the brim, before releasing a breathless, fucked-out whine of relief. he clutched your hips tighter than he had all night, crucifying you to him as he spilled his hot and heavy load into you.

he apologized as soon as he came.

“i’m so sorry, sweetie. i can’t help myself. how was i supposed to know you would feel this fucking good?"

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[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐒 𐙚᭄

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. matthew sturniolo + reader ➳ established relationship, p in v, sub!matt

it was his own fault for saying that out loud. taped in video. matt owned purple fuzzy handcuffs, and now you wanted to wear them. no, no on yourself. on matt.

sweat covered his pale torso, his skin damp and reddish from your kisses. matt had both hands tie, the soft lila contrasting to his large hand.

the worst of all? he was enjoying it.

he enjoyed when you got closer and closer to him, almost close enough for him to place his lips on your nipples, your swollen boobs bouncing in front of him and blocking any other sight.

you were just warming him. nothing else. you stayed sat, applying pressure down on him, receiving his entire dick inside of you. matt was a mess, especially because he couldn’t move.

the stupid handcuffs were hurting his wrists and he couldn’t lift his hips high enough to thrust into you, turning the whole scene into torture. matt sighed in frustration — he wasn’t getting any relief.

“you want this don’t you?” you teased, dragging you nails across his chest, slightly teasing his sensitive nipples and hearing a gasp. you moved your hand to your own tummy, showing off yourself to matt. “look how deep you are” you said.

matt’s toes curled and he chewed on his bottom lip, nodding over and over again. “then speak up” you commanded, only to hear another annoyed sigh. you raised your eyebrows, the dominant look in your eyes being enough to intimidate him.

“please!” matt spoke, closing his eyes in embarrassment. “p-please i n-need you to move” he practically begged. you cooed with faux sympathy, moving the dampened hair from his forehead and kissing his lips.

you then turned around, getting on reverse cowgirl. “i’ll move. but you can’t do anything, alright? you’re only allowed to watch.” you said. “you were a bad boy, and that’s your punishment. trapped in your purple fuzzy handcuffs”.

© 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 est. 2025

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐖˚ ༘ 🌱⋆｡˚

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐂𝐎𝐖/𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 . MDNI . TW// Naked man . Yandere . Suggestive? . Darling is breastfed by yandere. Male lactation . Forced affection

𝐒weat dribbled down your forehead, your scratchy sleeve running across your skin hastily before any sweat got into your eyes.

The hay bale in your arms irritated your forearms but you pushed through, throwing it inside the loft of your classic red barn.

The horses neighed, a little greeting for you, making little circles in their stalls as if brimming with energy.

You mustered a smile, trying to ignore the aching pain at your temples. Your head felt like a watermelon wrapped in rubber bands, about to explode at any moment.

You turned, exiting out the other end of your barn, picking up a tin bucket and kneeling in front of your large collection of flora.

You grumbled as you picked fat caterpillars off your Bougainvillea and unceremoniously tossed into a bin.

A deep frown marred your face as you looked at the various bite shaped holes in the leaves of your pretty flowers.

You sent a scorching glare to the bucket full of caterpillars.

 “You handful of bastards better be grateful I’m not feeding you to the barn cat..” you hissed, voice filled with genuine resentment.

The loud thunk of a truck made you jump out of your shoes, accidentally dropping the bucket, the caterpillars flying into the luscious green grass.

You bit back a groan, knowing you would have to pick out the little creatures by hand later.

You lifted your head, peeking at the men in white lab coats, who were throwing something extremely large into a pile of dirt near your house.

Now what the hell? They have no right to be dumping their shit in your backyard! Not after you had busted your lower back to keep it clean!

You were about to stomp over and throw some hands, however the men got into their high tech van and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

You coughed as you approached the garbage site, seeing if there was anything to loot off of.

It looked like there was something massive swaddled tightly in styrofoam wrap. 

You prodded the cocoon with the tip of your timber, you let out a small scream as it pulsated under your foot.

You jumped back in fright as the thing inside started moving even more, all out of the sudden, a muffled voice yelled.

You raised your brows, a person? Was a person wrapped in that? You could just stand by and act as if nothing happened but.. cleaning the mess up would be annoying.

You scrambled to dig your nails inside the wrapping and pulled as hard as you could, ripping the tough material to shreds.

You fell back to the ground, a large, naked man emerging from the dirt, styrofoam doing a horrible job of covering up his.. bits.

You kept your eyes up.. sorta, his well endowed chest was the first thing that popped out to you. Quite literally, it had its own shadow and everything, they were definitely bigger than yours. 

He was tall, taller than any creature or human you had ever seen in your life.

You painstakingly tore your eyes away from his chest, mourning the loss of titties.

You scanned his head, his hair was light blonde with brunette highlights, curling towards his face at the slightly curly tips, a curl of hair covering his left eye.

His skin was tan with patches of lighter skin, resembling the spots of a cow.

A golden nose ring gleamed under the sunlight, you just barely noticed the stubs of horns on his head, along side the blonde cow ears.

..Wait hold on a minute, ears and horns? What in the nudist cosplay is this?

The man tilted his head, his ears flicking as he followed you movements, like a baby bird mimicking its mother’s actions.

You didn’t stick around a moment more as you watched the strange male’s strangely beautiful face light up with wonder.

“Master!” He lunged. Missing you only by a hair, you swore you felt his thick fingers tickling your back.

“Stop following me! I am not your master!!” You hollered, speeding up your pace as you tried to jump over the fence of your barn.

“Wrong!” He giggled, strong arms stretching out to grab you, making sure to take victory this time.

“(Y/N)!~” he called out sweetly, opening and closing his hands, resembling of a toddler demanding uppies.

“HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!?!” You never got an answer, simply a jolly laugh.

You ran around for 40 minutes.

And the strange bull cow hybrid didn’t stop, he wasn’t even breaking a sweat, it wasn’t very long until you dropped on the ground.

The man plopped down behind you, grabbing you by your armpits like he would hold a cat. Only to begin having a cuddling session, he didn’t let you go.

You begged him to let you breathe, but he had gotten too attached to let you go, at one point you had decided to take the drastic measure to bite his arm,

Which was a failure.

Because he let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard.

You slowly retracted your teeth from his arm, deciding to never do that again.

“Well.. Can you at least tell me who you are? Why you are here? Why me?” You bombarded him with question, he hummed, his tail wagging on grass while rocking you side to side like a baby.

“Mm~.. m’ name’s Briar.. I’m a gift for you! And.. Because I saw you first!” He finished with a wide smile, his simplistic answers not actually giving away anything.

He rubbed his cheek against the side of your head, your back cushioned by two very prominent pillows.

You glared at him, wriggling out of his beefy arms and rolling onto the grass.

“Let me stay with you!” He chirped, getting up to follow close behind you.

“No.” You didn’t budge, looking down to dust your jeans off, but when you looked up Briar was giving you the most sopping wet pathetic puppy eyes you had ever seen.

Your harsh glare softened for a moment, no! No! No! You weren’t going to get emotionally manipulated by a fucking cow.

He dropped to his knees, getting on all fours and dirtying his knees with soil. His hands wrapped around your calves as if they were the size of water bottles.

“Please…”

That disturbed you more than you would think, this thing dwarfed every aspect of yours, only reminding you of how quick and effortlessly he could rip an arm of yours off.

“..No!” You grumbled more defiantly, closing your eyes for a second as you looked away.

you curiously cracked an eye open and saw how large drops of tears welled in his eyes, his bottom lip trembled, threatening that he would cry if he needed to.

A strong gust of wind blew in your direction, to your dismay, sending the last piece of wrapping around Briar’s hips off into the breeze.

You almost screamed in terror at the sheer size of that thing, because there was no humane possible way you could call it a penis.

That thing was the fuckin’ size of your arm.

“Okay. Fine. Come inside.” You grabbed his arm roughly, dragging him into your cottage in a panic.

He cheered as he allowed you to throw him inside your room, you skimmed your closet for something—God dammit! Anything to cover his big ass up!

You shakily exhaled as you found the baggiest jeans you owned, your hands gripping the widest flannel you had.

You screwed your eyes shut. Not wanting to see more than you already had.

“Thank..you!” He beamed, you could already imagine the sparkles around him.

You picked up the rustling of clothes, opening your eyes to see how your clothes fitted him.

You didn’t have underwear for him for now, so you had to compromise with just hoping that your jeans would be enough to cover his shame just a little bi…

Nevermind, you could still see the outline of it.

The supposed ‘baggy’ blue jeans hugged his thighs sinfully. This is a stranger, you tried to reprimand yourself, a complete stranger that you should not be ogling at but.. holy cow.

That shit was juicy. The pervert inside you was foaming at the mouth, trying not to pounce and bite the flesh off his legs and ass.

The flannel was hanging onto a single button, the fabric stretched over his chest so disgustingly tightly.

You had to unbutton the very first few buttons to let him breathe properly, it was killing you slowly. The need to bury your head between those glorious, magnificent tits.

You covered your face with your sun hat in shame, wishing to slam your head against the walls.

“Just..Just go.” You fumbled with your words, flush climbing the back of your neck all the way up to your ears.

Briar held his arms pinned to his sides, fingers flexing as he stared at you in awe. How he just wanted to aggressively cuddle you, he wanted to squeeze you so bad.

He thought humans were weird and mean.. But when looking at you he just wanted to bite you, not to harm you per say, just to somehow cope with the warm feeling in his chest.

“Okay!” He skipped out the front door, leaving you in ruins as he waltzed into the barn where the cattle resided.

You watched him interact and play with the cows for hours upon hours, at one point stealing a bell and wearing it around his neck.

“I’m your belle now!” He said, brimming with excitement. He had now taken the title of being your.. helper from now onwards.

You really did try to get rid of him, you tried selling him, abandoning him— Hell, even tying him up.

But annoyingly enough, he always returned, it didn’t matter what method you used, he somehow evaded it.

So you just decided to keep him around under a condition, that he helps out around the place.

He mowed the lawn.. He milked the cows.. He did some weird type of trick on the plants so the caterpillars wouldn’t eat them.. He was magic.

You made the mistake of introducing him to a friend, thinking that since he was so docile towards you, he would be the same way with others.

Could you be any more stupid?

Sometimes your neighbors would show up to chat and exchange goods or take horse back rides around the lands, Briar didn’t like it.

He was possessive and hostile, you had to stop him from trampling your friend to ground meat, you had almost pissed your pants in fear, never had you ever seen Briar with such a hateful look in his eyes.

Luckily, it seemed like he learned his lesson after you gave him silent treatment for two hours. He was in tears, sobbing that he would never upset you again, clinging onto your feet while nudging your stomach with his horns.

He had went as far as tagging his own ear after he got envious of a calf, he saw you clipping the babies ear and immediately begun to pester you to do the same thing to him.

You tried to make him understand that it was solely for identification, that he was already pretty identifiable, but he kept insisting.

You caved in, letting him plop down in your very much weaker and skinnier thigh. You tried to warn him that it would hurt, but he shook his head, affirming that he would take it like a good boy.

You sighed, monotonously counting down from three, before snapping clips closed.

He didn’t even make a face, you told him it was done and handed him a mirror to look at his brand new piercing.

It was a yellow, blank tag. You didn’t bother giving him a number, he wasn’t a legit cow to be kept in the barns so it wasn’t necessary.

You watched with curiosity as he grabbed a alcohol pen from your nightstand and slowly wrote your name on his tag.

“Baby!” He clapped his hands, ears slightly raising to reflect his mood, his tail wagged like a dog’s as he let out a little moo.

“You’re heavy. Get off.” You pushed him off, hoping that this was the end of his strange behaviors and urges.

He whined and pouted but you eventually peeled him off of you, the warmth and squish of his chest against your face leaving and letting you breathe properly.

Well, you thought that was the end of it.

You didn’t ask any questions about his origins or what he was, because in your book ignorance is bliss.

That was until you couldn’t ignore that your pillows and clothes were beginning to go missing, appearing as if by accident in the barn loft.

Briar was beginning to disappear more often, appearing after a few hours and dropping unconscious on your bed.

You noticed that the flannels he usually wore began to look tighter around his chest, more of the buttons on his shirt beginning to suddenly fly off like bullets, narrowly hitting you in the head.

You whistled a little tune, small pebbles crunching under your boots as you walked into the cattle house.

You swung a tin bucket in your hand, turning to your fluffy little cows to milk them of their milk. You spoke in a high pitched voice to them, reaching out and kissing their furry foreheads.

“MnHgh!” A familiar voice suppressed his aroused sounds with their hand, hoping he had fooled you and had slapped a hand over his mouth quick enough.

You stopped petting your cows, walking towards a closed closet door behind you. Your hand wrapped around the doorknob, the metal being slightly warm, someone with overwhelming body warmth had just touched this.

You groaned, Briar. What the hell was he doing now?

You swung the door open, your figure casting a shadow over Briar’s crumpled body on the floor. Another sweet whimper escaped him accidentally, he tried to cover his chest with his arms, as if shielding a secret.

His tan patchwork skin gleamed with sweat under the dim lighting, his eyes were irritated and glassy, like he had been crying for hours before you got there.

“Briar.” You sternly called his name, causing him to look into your eyes, his ears drooped in embarrassment, attentively listening to what you were going to say next. 

“Show me your chest.” Your voice ordered, putting the tin bucket down by your feet. You watched as Briar slowly did as you said, looking away in shame as he revealed himself.

Your eyes widened as you glanced down at his swollen pectorals, his nipples cherry red and tender. His chest was significantly heavier than usual, and even that was saying a lot when it’s common knowledge that he is very much above average.

“What..What happened?” Your eyes darted to his face, worry slowly seeping into your expression.

His obscenely large hand grasped your own, putting it gently on his chest.

You looked down, trying to decipher what his intentions were.. That was until you felt something warm trickling down your hand.

Something white and watery, slowly dribbling down your hand at a steady pace. It was shameful, down right perverted— But you brought your hand to your mouth, licking the substance.

It hit you like a tractor, it was silky—Sweet, better than any liquid you had ever tasted, it’s taste was one too similar to.. Milk?

“Y..Y-You can do that?” You blurted without thinking, pulling the tin bucket under his chest to catch the liquid.

The slightest shy nod of his head, the most bashful smile you had ever seen of him confirmed all your suspicions.

..You actually had to milk him. 

Your face turned warm as your hands reached out to him, wrapping around his soft boobs, softly but methodically squeezing the milk out of him.

They produced milk steadily, squirting into the bucket, the sound of milk splattering against the tin making your gaze hazy.

You knew it was game over when the bucket was full, his chest didn’t seem that decreased in size by much.

You got off your knees to get a new bucket, only for Briar to cling on to you, making you fall between his legs and into his chest.

He didn’t wait, his nipple gently introducing itself into your warm little mouth, milk spilling onto your tongue in a moments notice.

You let out a strangled yell, trying to unlatch but Briar’s hand stopped you, pushing your head closer to his chest, forcing you to swallow the soft liquid.

“Hush, let mommy feed you..” he cooed, hearts forming in his eyes as he forced you to digest his milk.

“HMMPH.” You tried to protest, but didn’t make a move to stop Briar, he just shushed you, acting as if your protests were just a hissy fit.

He overpowered you, that sensitive shy act he put on before, being years light behind him. 

You closed your eyes, knowing there was no escape from bosom jail. Your throat was dry from dehydration and the warm milk being force fed down wasn’t the most unpleasant thing you had experienced.

He cupped the back of your head, a million dollar smile on his plump lips, you were embarrassed.

You pressed your nose close into the soft muscle of his chest, just letting yourself be smothered by warmth, milk dribbling from the corners of your mouth.

You could barely hear the overgrown cow’s deep voice over the sound of your heartbeat.

“What a sweetheart you are..” ♥

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

hey,,,,,,, its me.,,, that person who made the ask abt Briar bathing…… :3 i was wondering if u could maaybe do a little smth for what Briar would do when its “that time of the month” iykwim :3c 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 love ur writing smmm im literally checking tumblr everyday to see if theres new briar content… i love Briar… 🍓

The length got a bit out of hand but here you go!! Sorry for the long wait!! (՞っ ̫ _՞)𓈒 𓂂𓏸

BRIAR MENSTRUAL COMFORT BELOW!

You tossed, turned and contorted in pain, your own womb feeling like it was eating you from the inside out. You had forgotten to buy period cramp pills and now you were suffering the consequences of your forgetfulness.

You were this close to crying out of sheer agony, and it didn’t help that Briar, the fat ass cow you decided to take in was sitting right next to your bed, eyes wide and jaw slightly ajar.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” You hissed, your palms pressing against your lower stomach as if by applying more pressure your pain would thin out.

Another equally horrible wave of pain hit you, making you curl in like a Roly-poly dying on the ground. A cold sweat ran down your skin, drenching the roots of your hair and making you feel all icky all over.

Briar bit his lip, looking unsettlingly pale and concerned, for the first time showing a different expression other than stupid joy or arousal.

You were suffering, and all he could do was watch you cry and squirm. He noticed how you would bend over into a fetal position with your hand lying right above your pelvis, cradling the cause of your pain.

A bright idea lit up a vacant space that most people would call his head, he lifted his own hand, clenching and unclenching it before gently draping it over your stomach.

You turned on your side, looking at him as if he were less than dirt, like a fly on top of a ripe fruit.

In any other situation he would have immediately gotten horny, but he knew better than to act in such a way right now.

Plus, you would definitely pull on his ears later if he ever tried such a thing. his tail wagged subtly behind him, his puppy like blue eyes drilling into your face, trying to study every single twitch and twist of your expression.

You visibly relaxed, that made him perk up even more. you squinted, he was beaming— basically glowing, you didn’t know at what but it still made you want to kick him square in the jaw.

His hand was slightly calloused and overwhelmingly warm. It was like his skin was infused with fire, it made you wonder if lava, rather than blood ran through his veins.

His hand was the kind of warm that you would welcome on a freezing cold winter morning, like the warmth and comfort of various covers stacked on top of your body, not letting even the slightest whisper of cold touch your body.

“You’re fine.” He whispered, offering you his other hand to squeeze, although you were sure that you couldn’t even wrap your own around his, your fingers struggled to hold his index, what made him think you could hold his hand?

You slapped his hand away, pulling the man by his ear into bed.

He let out a surprised yelp as he tumbled into bed next to you, his enormous build taking up most of the mattress. You barely acknowledged the bed boards creaking under your combined weights, instead focusing all your energy on the mutant sized heater in your home.

“You’re so annoying.” Briar heard you speak into his chest, followed by the feeling of something cold touching his skin.

He tilted his head like a huge mutt, inhaling sharply when he noticed you were crying. Panic rose in his heart, why are you crying? Did something happen? Did he hurt you?!

“You’re annoying and warm.” He held you carefully, hands cupping your jaw and making you look into his eyes.

“You didn’t hurt me, just shut up and warm me.” You demanded, silencing him despite Briar never speaking a word this entire time.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips, then your forehead, nose and cheeks. He hoped that his tiny acts of love would distract you from the pain, that his hands would be enough to soothe you.

Why have a soft voice, large, warm hands, a chest that rivaled the comfort of a pillow if not to use it for you?

What good was having all these attributes if he couldn’t use them to pamper and console his baby?

Briar had spent so much time thinking about what he lacked that he didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep in his arms.

When he looked down to speak to you, you were out like a light. Your forehead was pressed against his sternum and your fists balled tightly around the fabric of his shirt.

He smiled subconsciously, he found himself doing that very often lately. Briar thought you looked like a clingy baby koala. He gently pet your head, trying to get you to loosen your grip on his shirt, not caring about the shirt but rather fearing that your hands would feel sore when you woke up.

He inhaled your scent, letting out a content sigh before falling asleep on top of you. Arms tightening around your form like a possessive seatbelt.

Loser. You thought in your dreams.

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

introducing.. bsf w benefits!chris

confident-ish in public, brings you up in every conversation as if he has to. acts all tough in public then acts all needy the second you two are alone together, constantly needy for you. secretly loves being overstimulated, practically never uses the safe word.

credits to @uzmacchiato for dividers

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

I'm actually sick he looks so good

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

Thinking about a yandere! idol or something idk and a reader who's a fan of said idol. Maybe you've been a fan since his debut. Maybe you got into him just recently because he had a super successful comeback.

Whatever it is, you love him.

Like a lot. You know his birthday, blood type, favourite colour type shit. You've watched this past interviews, got his albums and stuff. Basically a super fan of the persona his company is trying to sell.

Recently he's announced a tour and you managed to snag tickets after staying up all night just to be first on the online queue to get standing tickets. You know, to get as close to him as you can. No VIP tickets cause you aren't rich enough for that but one day. You swear you'll get it one day!

The day of the concert quickly arrives and you've never felt this excited for anything before. Well, maybe except for when you got your first paycheck but that's another story.

Anyway, you fight your way through the crowd and get to stand in the very front of the stage. It's so close! You swear when he comes out you'll be able to count each eyelash on his gorgeous eyes... Or at least as close as the security allows you to get.

The concert finally starts after much waiting and lo and behold, there he is. Your gorgeous, handsome man. It starts out like any other concert, singing, dancing, bla bla bla. Then comes a special segment where he decides to get off the stage and he comes up... To you? When you're recording him for your Instagram story?

"Can I have this?"

You can't believe it. He's asking you. You, of all people, if he can borrow your phone. Of course you agree! Hands shaking and eyes wide with disbelief. No way, no freaking way! Your idol actually talked to you one on one!

"Thanks sweetheart, you're an absolute dear."

The cameras are all on you, your interaction being caught on the big screen for everyone to see. Holy shit, this is a once in a lifetime chance dude! You can't believe you got so lucky!!

He then goes back onto the stage, recording himself with your phone like it belonged to him. You feel yourself growing faint with joy, heart threatening to run out of your chest from how fast it was beating. You still can't believe that this is happening, that your idol is actually giving you personal footage that people would literally die for.

Then the concert ends and you realize he left with it.

It's okay, it must've been an accident! Hahaha... You, uh, will just ask security obviously! You try conveying to them how important it is for you to get your phone back and how it has lots of important things in it.

"No."

Well now what? Thankfully you manage to get home but without your phone, you begin feeling antsy. What are you supposed to do? You can't just get a new one. You had an emotional connection to that one!

You try scouring the Internet for what to do next and how you can get back your phone but obviously nothing pops up. Not even a niche reddit page where someone had asked that like, 15 years ago. You know you wanted an original experience but not like this!

You also try contacting his agency but they don't even reply. Not even a courtesy email saying 'oh we'll look into it, thank you' or something like that. It's bullshit.

Of course, you also try the very obvious method of messaging his social media accounts but there's no way he'll actually reply, right?

YOU: bro ily and all but can i have my phone back pls

GODSWEAKESTSOLDIER: ❤️

Wait he.. actually fucking replied? Your idol replied to you?! Out of the thousands of other people that probably messaged him?! Hey wait, this isn't the time to get all excited! You're here on a mission!

YOU: i need my phone back pls 💔 dude I'm so happy u replied but I really need it back it's important to me and yeah, I'll be sure to treasure the video you recorded at the concert a few days back

GODSWEAKESTSOLDIER: no❤️

What?

You then decided to become his biggest opp and dive deeper into him. Who the hell does this guy think he is? To steal your phone AND give you attitude? You can't believe you used to stand this guy! Cute? Sure he is, but that attitude isn't and you're so- Urgh! You want to crush his balls!

And you realize... Hey, doesn't he kind of look like the guy you befriended all the way back in middle school?

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐨. . .matthew sturniolo

"𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬?"

tw: breeding kink+uses of "mama"!

"shit!" you squealed as matt pounded into you.

it was supposed to be a joke. you'd gone on a shopping spree earlier in the week and had purchased a pair of purple handcuffs from spencer's, planning to leaving them laying around for matt to "find". that was how you'd ended up where you were now; handcuffed to the headboard while matt relentlessly fucked you, tip kissing your cervix.

your boyfriend hadn't made it known he'd found your little gift until today's video. not speaking a word of it to you, he'd casually mentioned having purple handcuffs in his room, knowing it would get you wound up.

"fuck, mama," matt grunted, face contorting with pleasure as his hips snapped against your own. "i'm gonna put a fuckin' baby in you."

you moaned. "not...playing...fair." you grunted, whimpering as you were pulled closer to your orgasm, heat arrowing to your core.

"can't wait to see you with swollen tits and a pretty belly," he whispered in your ear, breath hot against your neck as he buried himself deeper inside you. "you wanted to try out your handcuffs, no?"

"matt!" you cried, the ball in your tummy tightening. "'m gonna cum!"

matt's body was covering your own, eyes looking into yours as he thrusted his girthy cock into you. you wriggled against your bonds, but the handcuffs kept you from tangling your hands in his hair and running your nails down his back. "come on, mama. cum for me. tell me how much being at my mercy turns you on."

unable to cover your mouth, you screamed matt's name as you came, the walls of your cunt clenching around his cock. matt released soon after, moaning filthy things about how much he loved fucking you raw as his cum coated your pussy.

"one of you is cute," he mused as you both came down from your highs, moving to undo your bonds. "but two, though? oh sweetheart."

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

© bratzforchris

lilah yaps ⋆. 𐙚 ˚: matt we know what u r (a freak). interactions are hella appreciated!! if you want to be tagged in what i post, comment an emoji on my intro post!!

tags: @sturns-mermaid @courta13 @iconiccolo @mattsdiamonds @sturnsheart @tezzzzzzzz @oopsiedaisydeer @mattscoquette @angelicameron @eyesonmattyb

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

What if someone was mean to shortcake!reader about having two boyfriends? How would she react and how would Matt and Chris be there for her/help her thru it☹️

if someone was mean to shortcake about having two boyfriends, she’d probably freeze at first—hurt flickering behind her big, soft eyes. maybe she bites her lip or looks down, unsure how to respond, because even the sweetest hearts can get shaken.

but matt and chris? they don’t hesitate. matt would be the calm shield, sliding beside her, voice low and steady, ❝don’t listen to them. you’re loved exactly as you are.❞ his hand would find hers, squeezing gently, grounding her.

chris? he’d be fire.. stepping up, eyes sharp, voice protective, ❝you say one more word, and you’re gonna regret it. she’s ours, and that’s what matters.❞ after, they’d wrap her in warmth :c soft kisses, quiet reassurances, reminding her how fiercely they adore her. they remind her she’s never alone, and that their love is all that counts.

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

older!matt during bunny’s period?

I've done a few things like this before..

matt is super gentle and extra sweet when bunny’s on her period he notices everything like when she’s quieter or tired he sneaks her favorite snacks warms up a heating pad and rubs her tummy softly while planting little kisses all over her forehead and cheeks if she wants cuddles he’s right there holding her close whispering how much he loves her even when she’s feeling crampy or grumpy he’s patient calm and just stays with her making her feel safe and so loved

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

Yandere!Penpal lives on the other side of the world and is an ever-flowing source of entertainment. You can't even remember how you'd stumbled upon this adventurous spirit; one day, his curious letter made its way to your fingers, and the rest is history.

Yandere!Penpal makes sure to write you back promptly despite always being on the road. He tells you all about his latest journeys, the people he encounters, the food, the views. Yet his fascinating escapades never take the spotlight of the conversation: he will dutifully ask about your own life, down to the finest detail. He remembers everything you tell him. He's become your closest friend, your most loyal confidant.

Yandere!Penpal is running out of ideas. After all, it's hard to narrate brilliant travels from the comfort of your attic. He scans over drafts with increasing panic, his tired eyes searching for the faintest glimmer of inspiration. That's when he happens to hear muffled fragments from the documentary you're watching. He lifts his pen, then begins. "Dear (Y/N), you won't believe where I am right now."

Yandere!Penpal has gracefully dodged your occasional plead to meet in person. The globe demands to be explored, he writes with enthusiasm. In truth, he's terrified of the idea you'd ever lay your sweet, innocent eyes on him. His dark, unkempt locks, his gloomy expression, his long, crooked fingers that have been endlessly gripping onto the pen. Oh no, you simply can't. He places an ear over the aged floorboards and concludes you're finally asleep, then carefully tiptoes downstairs.

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

[nsfw] thinking of a yandere who asks to take you out to prom.

you can hardly recall ever seeing him in school. he'd always been the face in the corner of your classroom, his eyes scanning over people and yet he never spoke. he's always seemed interesting to say the least, on the days that he bothers to come in at least.

it's easy to see that he's not well. he's shaking with dying roses in his hands and there's blood from the thorns staining his fingers. and yet, with crowds of your classmate watching you, phones pointed in your face to catch your reaction, you feel unable to deny him.

it was his plan all along. he's a fucking freak, blushing at the thought of your eyes widened up, the little sputter you let out trying to respond to him. it was adorable. you looked so cute, so nervous and shy just for him.

you've spent barely five minutes before he's trying to drag you home. interlocking his sweaty fingers with yours, an expression that's wayyy too happy on his face. once you've reached his home it's a mess, clothes sprawled out all around. he ushers you into the bed, climbing on top of you and you can feel how aroused he is.

literally. he's passionately grinding his hard on against you as he buries his head into your neck, sucking at the skin.

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

thinking of how a relationship with a cold! yandere would be.

he really doesn’t like for you to see him in such a way. he can’t control how monotone he is sometimes, and there are times he feels as though his affection for you is far too grand to be expressed. he hopes you know though, that you can see it in the way that he stares at you.

he’s a very giving person at heart. he doesn’t speak much, but he loves to listen! you’ll ramble off about something and he stares at you the whole time… cue a moment of you trailing off wondering if you’ve said something wrong, or should continue?

“why so shy, dove? continue, i’m invested.” he prompts, and you’re back to yapping!

your friends reaaally don’t like him though. it’d be strange if they did, enjoying the thought of you and such an apathetic person. he doesn’t care about their judgement, but he doesn’t want their views to twists yours. he’d be so happy to see you drop them but no, you’ve known them for years. he hates seeing you defend them, but so long as they quit their attempts to get you to leave him he’ll tolerate their presence around you.

“don’t let them put silly thoughts in your head. they don’t understand the two of us, truly.” he says, his forehead pressed against yours in a moment that feels far too intimate before pressing a peck against your lips and pulling back.

[yourknightinshiningarm-or]

[nsfw] thinking about a yandere! vampire who’s holding onto the brink of death before he’s saved by you, a nurse.

he’s bleeding out heavily and you’ve just finished a night shift. he’s cursing the skies and clutching onto his stomach with pain before he can make out the shadow of a silhouette, standing over him as tears stream down his cheeks.

he mistakes you for an angel. wondering why you’re here when the life he’s led is far too full of sin to reach a salvation. he’s mumbling nonsense as you tug him into your arms, trying to figure out the best way to go about it.

luckily, the wounds don’t take too long to heal. dangerous, yes, but with enough care his supernatural abilities sped up the process greatly. he can barely bring it in himself to thank you, embarrassed by the fact that he had to be a saved by a human of all things, yet when you offer up your neck he can’t hold back the feral glint in his eyes.

he’s not drunken for days. you’re stunning, and he’d be a fool to deny you. he barely needs a moment to consider before he’s cradling your face and bringing your neck to his lips, lightly sucking on the skin.

the bite itself feels more intimate than it should have. it’s the first time you’ve sent such a sensation, tingles flowing through your veins as he gently prises his teeth through the skin, sucking slowly as though hesitant.

you can’t deny the feeling of pleasure it gives you, and you lean your head back. by the time he’s finished, with blood pooling past his lips which he licks away, the two of you feel lightheaded. he’s staring at you with a gaze so intent, as though trying to wrap his head around your whole character, before he tilts your chin upwards and embraces your lips in a fervent kiss.

the two of you make love that night. he scratches at your skin and trails his tongue across the marks. even as you scream out against him his face is buried in your neck, covering it in kisses left with traces of saliva. he bucks his hips against you with pace, and later tells you to consider it his thank you.