this blog is officially an archive. still not sure whether or not i’ll be remaking at this point. 

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all I’m saying is they should hook Josie & Hope up. might actually make me contemplate watching the show.

Stefan deserved better than the shit show that was season 7 & 8.

D E A D

The bed dips beneath them as she straddles his waist, his hands instantly catching her hips as he rocks his own up to meet hers. Stefan releases a groan at the delicious friction and he presses her down harder against him as he rises up to bury his face along the curve of her neck. He can feel her pulse jump and he flicks his tongue against it, freeing up one hand to tangle in her hair so that he can urge her head back. The slope of her neck is exposed and he can feel her skin flush with every kiss and scrape of his teeth until he’s at the shell of her ear. Stefan pulls it between his teeth, groaning as she quivers above him. 

He catches her fingers before she can undo the buckle of his belt, eyes darkening in her direction as he slowly pulls her hands away. His cock strains against his jeans in need but Stefan has much better plans in mind first. He presses her arms to her sides and slowly urges her to lay back against the bed. “Let me take care of you first.” He urges her to spread her legs wider for him, fingers tracing up her thighs at a glacier pace. Just to make her squirm a bit longer. 

His eyes darken as he watches her head fall back, her breasts heaving with every intake of breath. His palm falls to the small of her back to hold her there, his other hand tracing a lazy pattern up her thigh. “Tell me what you want...” Stefan’s eyes meet hers but he keeps the movements of his hand to the inside of her leg, never quite meeting where he knows she wants his touch. He leans in, holding her gaze for as long as he can before he seals his lips over her breast, tongue flicking against her pert nipple until he feels her shudder against him. 

She tries to hide it but he feels the flutter of her walls before she can pretend. His fingers slow and his eyes darken, glancing down at her flushed face with a smirk of victory. Stefan clicks his tongue at her and drags his thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves. “I did say no cumming...did I not?”

It should probably feel weird. And at first it does. There’s a few awkward head bumps and nervous fumbling in the beginning, both of them trying to navigate this new line that they’re crossing. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t talked about it. They’d talked extensively. But this was Caroline after all. They’d planned everything, down to the positions they’d be trying to make sure that they made a baby. Even though most of the internet had proved that it was mostly bullshit. 

But now that he had her in his arms and she was whimpering breathlessly against him he couldn’t help but forget the reason they’d started this in the first place. All he knows is that he wants to hear her make that noise again. There’s a pillow beneath her hips and her legs are wrapped at his waist and with very little fumbling he snakes his hand between their bodies to brush his thumb over her clit. “Fuck...” He feels her quake from the touch and he rolls his hips again, harder this time as his fingers get tangled in her blonde hair that’s splayed out against his mattress. “Are you close?” He asks, seeking out her gaze. Her lips are swollen from his kisses and he can tell from the way she’s looking at him that his suspicions were correct. “That’s it.” His thumb brushes over her bundle of nerves again and then something inside of him snaps. He doesn’t just need this from her to give them the best possible chance. He needs to know that he can make her come undone like this. “That’s good. Are you going to cum for me? That’s it baby.”