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504py · 2 months

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Yandere Prussia Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, no use of Y/N, NSFW, murder, kidnapping mention, stalking, long post ahead!

we're SO BACK JOE. i apologize in advance if i write him strangely 😭😭🙏 but here it is! come get y'all juice!! slowly coming back to hetalia, so my inbox is once again open!!! hope y'all like it!

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How the relationship started...

Gilbert is a very competitive man, and he can't help but be attracted by challenges, even if those challenges are ones that he himself proposes and the other party is completely unaware. This is what has unfortunately happened between you two, and it all started when you rejected his advances towards you.

I apologize for saying this, but I feel that Gilbert is a bit of a "nice guy". He saw you initially as just some pretty person he could fool around and flirt with, but you, obviously, saw right through his act, and said something that stuck with him.

"Are you normally this pathetic?"

He's taken aback, and his red irises shake a little.

Of course, he's used to insults being flung his way, what with how he acts, but a shot to how cool he perceives himself to be would stick.

His white brows crease his previously smirking face, before snapping back.

"Well fuck you too!"

Gilbert wouldn't have any contact with you following this interaction for a long while, and while he tries to forget you and erase you from his memory, you and your words have been laser-burnt into the creases of his brain. You and your damned smile when you look at anyone other than him, the softer tone your voice takes when you talk to other people, versus how your voice seems to have been drained of all enthusiasm and feels like it's a knife dripping with venom when Gilbert talks to you. Why didn't he deserve that nice treatment, too? Was he not even deserving of a small smile from you? He wants you to like him, too. He wants to be the person you like the most; to be the best.

Which resulted in him showing up at your door one evening with flowers and your favorite takeout.

Why does he know your address and why does he know your favorite food and flowers, you ask? Don't worry about it (He was obsessively stalking your social media during the month he was gone).

Gilbert apologizes to you, he sounds sincere, and like the oh-so kind person you are, or maybe you just wanted the food and flowers, you let him into your home.

Expectations...

Gilbert is a very insecure man. His only expectation is for you to look at only him and to love him only. Perhaps he wants you to love him the same way he loves you, obsessively, but he does like the challenge.

He feels like, maybe, if he can fully prove himself to you one day and have your validation, only then can he truly see himself as worthy, as the best for you.

He would have a lot of tunnel vision when it comes to you. To Gilbert, the rest of the world doesn't matter, because you are his whole world. He does tend to look pretty stupid because of it sometimes, but he couldn't care less.

You want him to cook and clean around the house? He'll do it.

You want him to change up his style even if he doesn't really like it? Of course he will!

You want him to carry all the bags while you're out shopping? In a heartbeat. Plus, he gets to show off his strength too. He'd carry you too if you allowed it.

Even if he tries his best not to come off as cocky, he really does like showing off. Being with you has sort of domesticated him, so he'd be a lot more shy about making a show of himself.

I think he'd act like this irregardless on if you accepted him as your boyfriend or not, if anything, I think he'd be even more of a doormat if you refuse to accept him.

He'd get crazier and crazier with his attempts to prove himself to you, such as buying extravagant gifts, doing anything and everything under the sun and moon for you, hell, he'd even legally change his name if you didn't like it.

If you still don't accept him despite everything he's done, I think he'd snap and just take you. He'll keep you with him so you won't run away and he can have as many attempts as it takes to prove himself to you.

But I imagine you'd cave from the guilt and persistence, and eventually accept him. At which, he'd literally scream from relief and happiness and swing you around, before realizing how rough he's being with you and hurriedly putting you back down and apologizing.

Yet he still has that wide toothy grin the whole time, and he keeps petting your hair and holding your face in his hands adoringly. It feels that, from that moment on, there would never be a moment where he'd be unhappy ever again, and he'd never allow you to be unhappy either as long as he's around.

It is genuinely very hard to make this Gilbert upset, because there are very few things that do...

Punishments...

Gilbert really hates it when you express any sort of affection towards anyone or anything other than him.

Yes, anything. He gets jealous if you show too much affection over his dogs or fawn over them too much. I'm seriously saying this, I think he'd later show up with a collar around his neck, crawling on the ground and rubbing his head against your thigh like a mutt. This could either come off as comedic or attractive depending on you, but either is a win in Gilbert's book, since at least he's got your attention now.

If you have any personal toys of your own, he'd get kinda emotional and ask you to throw them away, then ask what they do that he can't. In some time (and by that I mean later that night, maybe even right away), he'd prove that he can provide you with so much more pleasure and relief than those toys ever could.

Probably even to a fault, he'd keep overstimulating you and forcing orgasms till he was satisfied, till he believed that it was drilled into your brain that only he could do these sorts of things to you. And, also, that if you make him jealous like this again, it'll be another one of these long, torturous, sweaty nights...

I guess these aren't really punishments to a lot of people, because in my book only one thing could make him so genuinely upset that he'd be anything other than doting towards you, and that would be flirting with someone else. He'd try to deny it, but then he'd be inconsolable and crying for weeks, having nights where he'd be begging you to say that it never happened, or that the other person meant nothing to you.

"They r-really mean nothing to you? You mean it, babe?"

Then an idea pops into Gilbert's head, one that makes his heart rate pick up and his pupils dilate.

He kisses you, says that he loves you, says goodnight, then he'd be eerily... calm for the next few days. Usually he'd be more skittish and closed-off following whatever you did, but now he's acting like nothing ever happened.

Until one day, he shows up with that other person, bound and gagged, and a gun.

"G-Gil, what is thi-"

"They mean nothing to you, right?"

"Y-Yes, but-"

Then the gun fires, and it happens so quickly that you can barely process it.

This is only a hypothetical scenario, if you were ever to do something like that. It'd be really easy for Gilbert to slip into a psychosis and believe he was doing the right thing by murdering someone.

If anything, he sees it as another means of proving himself.

"There's no one else who would kill for you like I could."

All in all, he isn't easy to anger, but unfortunately I can't say the same thing about him and murder...

Rewards...

Luckily, as long as you're fully loyal to him, all you'd have is a boyfriend who is doting to a total fault.

As long as you've got a good tolerance for cringe, being with Gilbert should be relatively stress-free.

Gilbert's love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. You could imagine what the two combined would be... Yeah, he's got a huge praise kink.

But as for ways he shows his love towards you, it's definitely acts of service and gift giving. He lilkes gloating a lot, and that's especially true when it comes to the two of you.

He enjoys showing you off. He likes buying gaudy things for you and himself– a huge fan of matching outfits– and taking you out on flashy dates. If you're comfortable with being posted on his social media, best believe he'd be spamming his with you ALL the time. Even if you're not being physically being shown, he'd write about you in his tweets, captions, and stories constantly.

"CHECK OUT THIS EPIC BAG I GOT FOR MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!"

And around twenty-eight people respond like "Didn't you just get them one the other day??"

If you're one to hop between interests and hobbies a lot, or just have any hyperfixations in general, best believe Gilbert will be fueling them LOL.

Gilbert can be really overbearing with his affections, but to him it's just because you deserve it so much. Only the best for the best, right?

He can't help it either, the most rewarding thing he's ever felt is that feeling he gets after he gives you a gift or does something for you. You get this adorable look on your face, smiling at him like he was the stars in the sky and singing out the sweetest compliments and thanks. It's all so worth it.

Normally I'd delve into what Gilbert would love to receive from his partner in return, but in all seriousness, I really do think all he wants is praise and your sole affection.

Like Alfred in my last headcanon post, Gilbert is really noisy, but I think he'd willingly make an effort to change that for you. Not because you asked for it or anything, but just cause, this way, he can appreciate all the tiny little things about you even more.

He realized this, when, one day, he noticed you frown a little before you smile. He wonders why he's never noticed this, and he realizes it's because he closes his eyes right when he starts to laugh. He starts to wonder what other little details about you he's missing out on, so he watches you more carefully in that effort.

Inadvertently, this has made him more calm and quiet since he's so concentrated on you. He likes it, though.

I think, what punctuates Gilbert's character here, is his willingness to change and bend for love's sake.

He does say he loves you very often, to the point of it being annoying sometimes, but he sincerely does mean it. He doesn't say it as just fluff.

However, you'll feel it most with the way he looks at you.

"You have a mole on your back. Did you know that, babe?"

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zaceouiswriting · 6 months

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The helpful teacher

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x teacher!male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate relationship between teacher and student, slightly forced sexual relationship but also not really

“Please, don’t forget your homework! The last essay showed me that you all have to work harder!” I call after my students without results. Sighing, I glanced at my grades sheet. Of twenty-five students, fifteen failed, and only two scored above average. Even though I haven't been a teacher for long, this course is far worse than any other I've taught this far. One of them, in particular, grinds my gears: Jeremy. I read some of his works before my class, and they were excellent. His downfall is truly heartbreaking.

Just as I was thinking about why one of the best students had fallen, there was a crash in my classroom. My eyes immediately jumped up. Back there in the class was none other than Jeremy himself. He is moving slowly as if he were drunk. He has trouble freeing his backpack from his chair. Jeremy shook and pulled until he stumbled back with his freed backpack in his hands.

With a gloomy smile, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and wandered towards the door.

“Stay for a moment?” I ask him harshly.

Hearing the tone in my voice makes him jump, his eyes widening as he realizes I'm still in the same room. I could immediately tell that something was wrong. His pupils are dilated, his eyes bloodshot. He reluctantly comes towards me, his hands in his pockets.

“Sit down.“

Jeremy follows my orders, seemingly knowing he's already in enough trouble. And he is, especially with his low grades.

“Would you like to explain why you’re drunk in my class?”

“I’m not drunk,” he speaks rather slowly.

“What then?“

Dismissively he crossed his arms before his chest. But sighs a moment later and says, "It does not matter. It’s not like you or anyone cares.”

At this point, I'm already upset. My disappointment is immeasurable. Still, I want to help him. But I can only do that if he wants help, too, and that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Then explain to me why someone as smart as you is failing every class and even got an F in a class you once excelled in."

He only sits there in silence. Anger burns in his eyes, but there is also something else, a pain that begs for help. As long as he keeps quiet, no one can help him.

“If you don’t answer me, come over here and bend over my desk.”

He tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. But my patience is already running out. In a decision that seems strange even to me, I step forward, grab him by his sweater, and pull him to his feet. Only to lead him to my desk, push him against it, turn him around, and slam his torso onto an open surface.

Before he could say anything, I pull his pants down. It's baffling why some teenagers don't wear belts. But I have to admit, it can be convenient in certain situations.

“You can’t do that!” He tries in vain to change my mind. But it's already too late.

I pull his underwear down enough to reveal his ass, a pretty and pale one at that. He's obviously never shown it to the sun, which is sad because Jeremy is rather attractive, and just from his butt alone, I can tell his body isn't bad either.

Strangely, he didn't try to get away. Even though his hands were balled into fists, with which he could've easily pushed me away. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it somewhere. He even looks like he's enjoying it, but it was most likely due to his drunken state.

With a sudden slap, I brought Jeremy back to reality, but even though my slap on his ass cheek was pretty hard, he didn't make a sound. Wondering why, I take a look at his face. I see him biting his bottom lip, his eyes are closed, and a shy smile coupled with a blush spreading across his cheeks shows me a darker side of him.

Riled up by his show of want for this punishment, I give him an entire spanking. However, he still doesn't make a sound. It somehow got me angry and disgusted with him. So I quickly take out a ruler. For a second, I see Jeremy open his eyes, but before he can see my new weapon, I swing and slam the ruler on his butt. For the first time, a scream comes from his lips, satisfying me. Suddenly, I feel something moving in my pants as I look down. I become horrified to see myself getting hard. Disturbed by my body's reaction, I dropped the ruler to the floor.

My hand moves of its own accord, caressing his ass and absorbing the sight of his ruddy glory. But soon, one of my fingers found his crack. Feeling bold, I let a finger wander towards it. But Jeremy told me to stop before I could get too far into it. Shocked that he finally found his words, I did as asked, at least for the moment. He still didn't move, so, encouraged by his unmoving position, I slid my finger through it again and even poked his hole.

I never in my life thought Jeremy would slam his hand on my desk and tell me to stop in a deep, sexy, authoritative tone. I'm so shocked that my knees buckled. Could a man younger and smaller than me really make me falter?

Then suddenly, what I had been wondering finally fell from my lips, so I ask, “Why didn't you move if you didn't like it?”

Silence. Jeremy didn't move, but he didn't say anything either. I try to stand up again, thinking he wouldn't say anything more, that I'd gone too far.

“Because you didn't tell me to,” he says, embarrassed.

Stunned by his words, I fall to my knees again. I try to think of what he could mean, but it quickly sends me into a whirlwind of thoughts. It's getting so bad my head is spinning.

“So if I told you to turn around, would you do that?”

He hummed in agreement but nothing else. So I tell him to turn around, and he does. His underwear is still in the same position, just with the second-largest tent I've ever seen. So large, in fact, that I think he could use it as a real weapon, at least to destroy someone's guts.

“Fuck!“

“What?” asks Jeremy, nervously.

But I’m too far gone at that point. I leap forward, pulling his underwear down completely. As his large, thick cock jumps in my face, all I could do was look up. For the first time, I see how handsome Jeremy truly is. Before I know it, my right hand is wrapped around his cock while my left fondles his big balls. He again bites his bottom lip.

“Are you doing everything I tell you?” Jeremy nods silently. "So if I told you to slam me on the floor and fuck me hard, would you do that?" He nods again. “And if I told you to kiss me, would you do that too?”

“Everything,” he says to me, trying not to moan.

“What if I tell you I want to do something to your ass?”

Suddenly his hands grab mine, and in an angry voice, he says, “Everything but my ass.”

I am shocked by his sudden change in behavior. Out of nowhere, I feel a knot explode in my stomach, and before I know it, I cum hard in my underwear. My whole body convulses violently. If Jeremy hadn't held me by the arms, I would have fallen sideways like a sack of potatoes.

It takes me a moment to come back to my senses, but Jeremy is still in the same position and seems unaware of the effect he's really having on me and my body.

"So you're a service top?" I ask, out of breath as soon as the fog in my head has cleared.

"What is that?“

“Doing whatever your partner sexually wants to satisfy him and make sure he enjoys every damn second of it. Like a good boy.”

Jeremy blushes at my words. It's quite adorable. He swallows loudly, clearly unsure of his next words. He whispers quietly, “I want to be a good boy.” He looks away shyly, biting his bottom lip again before clearing his throat and shrugging his shoulders. “As long as someone drains my balls, I don’t care.”

The second part obviously serves his male pride, which he should preserve. Because damn, he looks hot being prideful. Looking at him with flushed cheeks while he bites his bottom lip, he looks submissive, but when I look into his eyes, there is something completely different, a dominating force that makes me shudder. He's obviously holding back, but how far could I push him? Would he ever break, or would he just get power through it?

His hands slowly withdrew and instead grabbed the edges of my desk so I could do whatever I wanted with his large member. He leans back and thereby makes himself vulnerable to me. Jeremy is so young and yet mature enough to handle such a situation.

I look at his cock again and slowly stroke it up and down. The rest of my discipline quickly faded.

“Fuck it,” I say in a desperate voice, just before I put his head in my mouth. It's already filling my mouth, and I haven't even put much of his cock into it. But the taste is bitter and sweaty. I take it out of my mouth but still stroking as I look up. “From now on, you will wash yourself everyday, understand?”

Jeremy nodded awkwardly, clearly unprepared for such an order. Although he seems to have forgotten all about it, when I open my mouth wider and take about a third of his member into my mouth, I elicit a long moan from him. His cock is already shaking on my tongue. Maybe it's the first time someone is touching him, but I didn't think he would cum so early.

Just as I was thinking about it, it happened. An enormous amount of liquid ambrosia fills my mouth, and I quickly have trouble swallowing. But in the end, I didn't lose a single drop.

After I clean his cock, I pull it out. But it didn't go down, which is perfect since I'm not done with him yet.

“Sit on my chair!“

“Wha-“

"Get a grip and get on my chair! You want to be a good boy, right? Then sit in my fucking chair!“

As I raise my voice, he scrambles like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He almost knocked over my chair when he jumped on it. A sudden surge of guilt washes over me. Is he so emotionally starved that he would do anything to feel connected to someone in some way? Am I really taking advantage of an emotionally hurting boy?

As I ponder on my decision to ruin my life just for an affair with one of my students, I look at Jeremy again. Unwashed, probably for a few days, heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes and slurred words. But besides that, there is an eagerness in his eyes, the look of an injured or abandoned puppy wanting a connection. Even though I feel guilty, I want to help him, and if I get something out of it, all the better.

I slowly pull up my tight shirt and show the boy my vigorously trained body. He sat in amazement, staring at the body I was hiding. Shedding off my pants, I thought he was going to pass out. I'm not the biggest, but I have a great body and ass. Jeremy probably wouldn't find another ass this good in a long while, as I take extreme care of myself.

"Do you want to touch me first or-"

“Yes!” Jeremy shouts before I can even finish.

I smile at him and step closer to him so he won't have to get up again. When he still didn't move, I lean in and whisper close to his ear, "Touch me wherever you want, but don't you dare get up from this chair!"

Gulping loudly, Jeremy nods slowly. When I receive his answer, I straighten my back again and pose in front of him. His hands roam over my body, discovering every little part of me. I even kneel down between his legs when he shows interest in my upper body, where he immediately starts touching me. He is so gentle, always silently asking with his eyes if everything is okay. He really is a sweetheart.

But when his soft hand caresses my warm cheek, he looks deep into my eyes. As soon as our eyes meet, I know I can't wait any longer. Before he could react, I stand up, push him back into the chair, and sit on his lap. He looks stunned the whole time.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He gulped but nodded. “Well, then we have to make it memorable, right?” I ask, winking at him.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It feels more like he's about to go to heaven. So to get him back, I move my ass, letting his big cock slide between my ass cheeks. He snaps back to reality and almost dares to touch me, but at the last second, he stops his hands from gripping my waist. This will be the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm sure about that.

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It's dark when I finally open the door to my classroom again. I have no idea how long we were in there. Jeremy is close behind me, exhausted, but the corners of his mouth are turned up in a happy smile.

"A good chat, Mr. Gilbert," I tell him, clearing my throat, "If we do this everyday, I'm sure you'll be back on track in no time."

“Everyday?” he asks, swallowing loudly.

But I didn't say anything else. Instead, I walk past him and go out. Luckily, the janitor hadn't made his rounds yet. I wait outside for Jeremy, who walks quickly past me with his head bowed without looking back, stirring something inside me.

As I get into my car, I sit there for a moment. Reaching for the seatbelt, it suddenly dawns on me. Did I just force one of my students to have sex with me to raise his grades? I slam my hands on the steering wheel and curse myself. How could I convince myself I would help a hurting young man like that? By using him? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Fuck!” I finally mutter and start the engine. Even though I know not to drive angry, I couldn't stay there any longer before someone would find me and ask why I was still there. Still, I couldn't stop cursing myself for something so stupid.

My therapists will be happy to hear that my impulse control seems to be gone again. Even after the many years of hard work, we had done. Except I should probably leave out that it was a student of mine. The least I can do for myself is not to sabotage myself further.

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davidlikesguys02 · 1 year

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Home Alone

Word count: 1,185

Warnings: 18+, gay sex, Virginity loss, Dom!Jeremy Gilbert, shy virgin!male reader, dom/sub, fingering, cum in ass, unprotected sex.

Requested by: @sirezty

GIF not mine

Kinkmas 2022

You step out of the warm shower and wrap your towel around your body, you walk into your room and hear your phone begin to ring. You pick it up and answer “hey Jer” “hey M/n, what are you doing tonight?” “Not much I’ll probably practice some magic” “oh ok, we’ll if you get bored from practicing magic you can come over” “alright I’ll see if I can make it” “ok, I love you M/n” “love you too Jeremy” you hang up and begin to change into your clothes. You walk downstairs and run into your mom “mom is it okay if I go to Jeremy’s place for a while” “sure, just make sure to come back before dark or if your staying the night make sure to let me know”

You run towards her and pull her into a hug “you’re the best” you pull away from the hug “I know, just remember to use protection” “mom!” “I just want you to be careful” “I know, I’m always careful” she smiles at you “I know, you’re just my little baby” you huh her again “I love you mom” she kisses the top of your head “I love you too” you pull away from the hug and go to out your shoes on. “Are you walking or taking the car” “walking it’s only 10 minutes away” “ok be careful” “okay” you grab your keys and turn to open the door “see you later or maybe tomorrow”

She nods at you and you close the door behind you making sure to lock it, you begin to walk towards Jeremy’s house and after a few minutes you finally make it to their front door. You knock and wait a couple of seconds before Jeremy finally opens the door. “M/n you made it” “how could I turn down hanging out with my amazing boyfriend” you lean in and kiss him. He stands to the side and you walk in.

“Wanna watch a horror movie?” “Sure, what do you have?” “Well we just rented, drag me to hell” “alright, the movie is on the table and I’m going to grab some covers.” “Okay” you remove your shoes and leave them near the front door, you walk over to the table and grab the movie. You walk over to the dvd and insert the disk. You walk over to the sofa and take a seat, you grab the control and turn to see Jeremy coming down the stairs with some covers.

“You ready Jer?” He walks over to you and sets the covers on the sofa, he sits next to you and the two of you cover yourself with the covers and watch as the movie starts. The two of you watch the movie for a couple of minutes “Jer” he turns to look at you “yea?” “How come your sister is not hovering over us?” “She and Damon went away for the holidays”

“Oh, so we’re home alone” he turns to look back at the screen “yup” you turn to look back at the screen but you turn to look back at Jeremy. You take your hand and turn Jeremys face so he’s looking at you “are you okay?” You lean in and kiss Jeremy. You pull away from the kiss “are you okay” “I…I think I’m ready”

He takes your hand in his “are you sure? We don’t have too if you're not ready M/n” you smile and hold his hand tightly “I’m sure” he connects your lips once again and slowly pushes you down on the sofa. He pulls away smiling “I think we should take this to your room Jer” “alright” he stands up and hands you his hand, you take his hand and the two of you begin to walk up the stairs.

Jeremy slowly opens the door to his room “sorry, it’s kinda messy in here” you let out a small laugh “it’s okay” he closes the door behind you and he begins to remove his clothes. He looks at you “what? I’m I going too fast?” “No” “you don’t have to be shy M/n, I love you just the way you are” you smile at him and begin to take your clothes off.

Jeremy pics you up and begins to walk towards his bed, he slowly sets you down and he walks over to his bedside table. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out a small bottle “it’s lube, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good” you watch as he applies some lube into his hands. He applies the lube into your hole and begins to massage it before slowly inserting one of his fingers.

“Relax” “okay” he starts removing and inserting his fingers on your tight hole “mhm Jer” “I know M/n. I’m going to add another finger” you feel as he adds another finger. After a few more thrust Jeremy finally removes his fingers from your hole “how did that feel?” “Strange but good” you said smiling. you watch as he gets up and begins applying a generous amount of lube on his cock.

You wait patiently and watch as Jeremy tugs on his cock, “are you ready?” “Yes” he crawls on top of you and begins inserting his cock into your hole “fuck, you’re still so tight” “mhm” he gives you a few minutes to get used to his size. “You can move Jer” “alright” he starts removing his cock from your hole before slowly thrusting it back inside of you. “Mhm” you bring your hand up to your mouth to cover it.

“No I wanna hear the sweet noises you make M/n” you slowly remove your hand from your mouth and feel as Jeremy hits something inside of you that makes a moan escape from your mouth “mmhm ahh” “fuck” you watch as he takes one of his hands and begins to hold the head board tightly “mhm harder Jer” “you sure?” “Please” he begins to thrust into you hard.

You hear as the bed begins to squeak and hit the wall “Jer I’m close” you feel as he grips your cock “yea?” You nod “let’s cum together alright” “ok” you begin to feel as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you’ve never felt pleasure like this before “ahhh JEREMY” “SHIT M/N” you arch your back as you cum all over your stomach. You feel as Jeremy begins to shoot his warm cum inside of you.

“FUCK” “Ahh” he looks down at you and leans in to kiss you, after a few minutes he pulls away from the kiss “you did amazing M/n” “thanks” you feel as he removes his cock from your hole. He falls next to you catching his breath, you turn to look at him “I love you Jeremy” he turns to look at you “I love you too M/n” you lean in and give him a peck on his lips “ready to go again?” He smiles at you “Give me a couple of seconds”

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iamthejinyouarethejin · 8 months

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you didn't like him, did you? of course you didn't. hopefully. hopefully you didn't like him. that would complicate things. (he's totally not your ex-boyfriend. :) but then again, most people don't have wet dreams about people you don't at least find attractive. and most people's hearts don't skip beats when they see someone they don't at least think is cute. and i mean, most people don't wonder what your children's names would be if you didn't have tiny feelings for the future parent. and most people don't blush over someone they don't think has the capability to be visually... appetizing. and most people don't have crushes on people they don't think have personalities that they could, despite how messed up they are, cherish. most people don't wanna hug and kiss someone til they explode if they don't... love them. most people usually catch feelings, and get crushes, and maybe even fall in love first. but, that's most people... it didn't have to be you. but it was you.

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froottalks · 8 months

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Unexpected Connection - Elena Gilbert x reader

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The quaint town of Mystic Falls held more secrets than anyone could fathom. You found yourself drawn there, not knowing why, until fate brought you face-to-face with Elena Gilbert. The moment your eyes met, a spark of recognition passed between you, as if destiny had orchestrated this meeting.

Elena welcomed you into her circle of friends, introducing you to the enigmatic Salvatore brothers, Stefan and Damon. As days turned into nights, you felt a magnetic pull towards Elena. There was an unspoken connection, something deeper than friendship, though you couldn't decipher it.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Elena found yourselves on the Gilbert porch, gazing at the stars. The air was charged with the kind of tension that precedes life-altering moments.

"Elena," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this place… about you. It's like I've known you forever, even though we've only just met."

Elena's gaze turned intense, searching your eyes for answers. "I feel it too," she admitted. "It's as if our paths were meant to cross."

The truth hung unspoken between you: the mystical currents of Mystic Falls had bound you together in a way that defied logic.

As weeks passed, you and Elena's connection deepened. You spent your days researching the town's history, stumbling upon ancient texts that hinted at a prophecy involving a stranger who would bring both salvation and danger to Mystic Falls.

One evening, Stefan revealed that a powerful vampire coven had caught wind of the prophecy and believed you were the key to unlocking it. Danger loomed, threatening not only the town but also the fragile bond you'd formed with Elena.

Facing the unknown, you and Elena stood side by side. You trained with the Salvatores, honing your skills in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. Amidst the chaos and fear, your feelings for Elena grew stronger. She was your anchor, your solace in the storm.

In the midst of battle, as you fought alongside Elena against the vampire coven, her strength and determination ignited a fire within you. When the dust settled, and the danger was vanquished, Elena turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more.

With the moon hanging in the sky, its gentle light casting a glow over Mystic Falls, Elena stepped closer to you. "I can't deny it anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "I've fallen for you, in ways I can't explain."

Your heart raced as you looked into her eyes, seeing your own feelings reflected back. "Elena," you confessed, "from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that defied reason. I'm in love with you."

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, you sealed your confession with a kiss—a promise of all the unspoken words, shared experiences, and emotions that had grown between you.

As the town of Mystic Falls began to heal from the wounds of the supernatural conflict, you and Elena continued to fall deeper for each other. The bond that fate had woven between you proved unbreakable, and together, you faced the unknown with unwavering courage, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

THE END

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diorncoke · 9 months

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Your my little sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey⋆˙𖤓⟡˙⋆ (1/2)

🫧⋆｡°✩ summary: in the moments of being under the influence of a man who averaged out the death rate of an entire state, Stefan is tangled in finding a comfortable home for a sweet girl who has the status he hadn’t heard about in centuries.

authors note: goddess, i had a fanfic about this years ago, and i didn’t go anywhere with it. so here is that tiny space in my brain that wanted to post this :) — word count: 7.8k

🌞 characters: the vampire diaries \ college au! , jeremy gilbert , / x black! fem! little! reader .☀︎ ݁ ˖

🌞 content warning(s): no set plot line, some use of y/n, talks of anxiety attacks, reader is a wolf pup, stefan & damon being big brothers, baby babbles, ¡male lactation!, use of rattles (i want one so bad), fluff, mentions of weapons, bottles, nesting, swearing, protective tatted jeremy, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!

🌞 before reading: her outfit, pjs & bottle , https://pin.it/2eS7TCc , https://pin.it/5VSFrm0 https://pin.it/4DQNyfF

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The sun reached its peak before completely shining on the state of Michigan, New Orleans, specifically in the small town area of an infamous bar owned by the well-known witch in the area. Gloria is a flamboyant soothsayer, and many would describe her as charmingly intelligent with looks that have the appearance of only being forty years old. Though she wasn't anywhere near, she was more than a hundred years old, though she was not immortal.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

In the area, the day was ending, while for Gloria, it was just the beginning of a long day of watching the town folk drink themselves silly at barely noon. She began by noting out the invention from last night and checking for any fruit flies that tried to find homes in her classic liquor bottles. With her wooden clipboard, she walked around the remaining spaces behind the bar running her own rancid on the boxes. Considering it to be finalized, she threw the clipboard inside a drawer before pulling out a wine glass before she eventually poured herself a small glass of Chardonnay.

The witch felt the vibrant flavour of the white wine flourish against her dry thirst perfectly. She could age the wine with access to the best wineries in the area; who would care for this damned bar like her if she wasn’t alive. With a deep breath, she gathered the bottle and glass to its rightful place, still tasting the sweet tangle in her mouth before she took it upon herself to unlock the doors without having to walk over.

She began to walk against the bar edge before she heard the bell on the top of the door ring announcing its presence to the owner. Her back faced the bar top, placing tiny red straws into cups. It had only been a few minutes of opening before she felt folks pouring in; her bar was a classic spot with plenty of folks from over a hundred years ago still coming in and out. The perks of knowing a witch in the area to keep her young, she couldn’t imagine the looks of her ancestors as they watched her as closely helping wolves and a select few humans.

She smiled to herself, thinking of her past family before she took it upon herself to drown herself in an ageless potion to pause her aging, though she knew it would catch up to her eventually. Thinking so profoundly, the hairs on the back of her neck formed a light chilling breeze feeling the presence of something beyond human. Gloria was adept at reading people and the energy they gave off into the world; she had to. Bad energy minimizes the effect on the corners of the bar she saged with.

“What brings you here? You brought a friend, I see.” She announced her knowledge to the being before she could even turn around to face him. She plopped her hand around the cups of straws to place them behind her to the top above the seating arrangements for customers.

Gloria looked up towards the infamous Klaus Mikaelson in all his glory; she didn’t have to try and give off confidence as she held the powers of her ancestors. With one flick of her wrist, he would be forced out of her bubble alongside his friend without a second thought. She took in his body language, the glint of desperation in his eyes, looking behind to the clear picture of him and the former man she had known as Stefan Salvatore. A ruthless man who forced a man to drink his wife’s blood while they laughed, though from the look of him. He looked dazed and under Klaus’ compulsion. A clear abuse of power right in front of her. The damned wolf needed something from her, witches were always pulled into vampire drama.

Before she could ask what the infamous Klaus needed. He beat her to it.

“I need help locating a certain necklace. That my dear sister lost.” The sister in question scoffed from the front door of the bench she crossed her legs against. Gloria crossed her arms, hearing the beginning banter of the sibling just like they did in the 20s. She flared her eyebrows towards the hybrid, reminding him that he genuinely wanted something from her; he would need to be serious with her. If not, get the fuck out of her bar and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

“Hmm. Give me your hand, sweetheart.” Gloria raised her hand, awaiting the vampire to do so. The sooner she did this, the quicker she could get them out and away from her upstairs home. She grasped the soft blonde’s bloodied hand into her own, instantly feeling the dark shadows of the vampire's mind. Her first heartbreak being of a father’s betrayal, brushing his children as though they were nothing. That said, she was only here on behalf of her brother and the undying love she mindlessly had for Stefan. With a deep breath, she placed herself into the powers the necklace had for itself, scouring into the universe, looking for its source before her search stopped. She had placed the energy perfectly in a matter of time.

“There’s a girl with her friends.” However, she got more than she liked to lead. The perfect carbon copy of the woman known back then as Katerina Petrova wearing the original witches necklace dangling between her chest as her friends watched her stir a pot of chilli. The atmosphere surrounding the doppelgänger when dark as she placed herself in her energy bubble, burning the girl's flesh harshly before her ancestors pushed her out of the vision. She opened her eyes, feeling goosebumps erupting between their hands across the til of the bar.

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don’t get my necklace,” Rebekah spoke out, still feeling Gloria's hand intertwined with her own. Before the witch let go of her, standing further back from the trio of vampires. The feeling she received was not something she was used to when it came to doing spells. It was dark; even though she fused into old voodoo, this was something she wouldn’t allow herself to tap into. Regardless of what the damned wanted her to do, she needed a plan. It wasn’t only her that needed protecting.

“That’s all I got. Just images. I need more time.” Gloria truly believed she had the upper hand in giving the vampires what they wanted. She needed time, so she pursued Stefan to understand why she did what she did. In hopes, he would take in the reader who lay sleeping in the connected house without a care in the world. Continuing the notion of confidence placed her hand on the same glass she had only placed underneath the bar top. She pushed the glass of wine in between her lips and drank. Though it did nothing to tolerate her nerves, it tasted good. From the glasses eye, she watched Klaus debate giving her what she wanted before Stefan took it upon himself to take the attention away from the witch.

“Hey, you know, why don’t we just come back later? I’m hungry. I’ll let you pick who we eat.” Stefan filled the void with an enthusiastic voice while walking to the front door. Knowing the siblings weren’t looking, he scrunched his eyebrows towards the drinking witch, understanding without much words from the way her heart was beating. Stefan couldn’t help but want to know more, regardless of the circumstances of his humanity that was destroyed like a light switch. When he looked at the witch, it reminded him of Elena, the desperate look behind her chocolate brown eyes that wanted nothing more than to embrace in her soft hug. Stefan knew it wouldn’t be the same after turning the one thing that brought everything back on, but this was the first step. He wouldn’t be the man he was being compelled by.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ It was effortless to make the Mikaelsons believe Stefan had betrayed the bonded trust of what Klaus mistook as a friendship. He forgot the truth of their connection is a clear abuse of power in the twenties and used his vampirism to create fantasies that fuelled his instincts he knew deep down were of his true nature. Although it made Gloria sick to her stomach, the feeling that he could rip her throat out in the second of vulnerability. She still took the correct herbs and mashed them grinding bowl speaking to the ancestors above with nothing but salted intentions in her words.

She created a sinister scenario that led the siblings in thinking the vampire had fled to find refuge in an unfamiliar place they would seek for enough time too distracted by petty things to realize Stefan was in the outs of Michigan. A lengthy time before her dear one would be blessed in sanctuary from the darkness of that damned hybrid. Though here she was in front of the door that reminded her of what could change the rest of her life and sharing that with a vampire was something she never expected. When she first met the reader she had all intentions of harming her as she wasn’t welcomed in a place she sacrificed everything for.

All the ageless nights to be disrupted by a broken window and shattered glass she refused to let the reader allow to seep her bare feet into. She had no shoes. Gloria took a deep breath and reminded herself of the severity of the current situation.

“Stefan, do you understand that in these circumstances, I will kill you with my bare hands if she is not taken to safety? Right?” Gloria has no room for doubt or frolicking regarding the very thing behind this door. The witch was not one to keep the reader so hidden for a long duration; it was perfect, though; she had a late night practicing her shifting abilities. The memory caught her in a frenzy of smiles before the witch remembered to unlock the multiple locks on the flowery door across the stairs to the bar.

“Of course. I remember you. I’m sure you’ll do much worse. I want to understand why you have chosen me?” Stefan asked hesitantly, leaning next to the door and awaiting the dreaded conversation between them. The vampire watched her fumble with the keys to each lock before beginning the discussion. He blinked softly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“You can be good for her. Or I trust you will find someone who is. My aging remedies can’t stop the aging from catching up to me much longer. I’m getting too old to take care of her.” Anyone in the listening distance could hear the pain straining in her voice, thinking of leaving this world before she could help her little one find herself again and have the ability to be small. Gloria placed the multiple keys into the loop of her denim jeans, giving Stefan one last look over. She wanted her words to linger in his senses; this was impotent to her and her ancestors. She would not give them the impression of disappointment.

The supernatural entities heard the locks click into the ears before Gloria pushed the door open lightly, not wanting to scare the little one behind it if she had still been sleeping.

Stefan stopped in his tracks and recalled a developing scent of wolf pups that was still undergoing growth before he could get a glimpse of them. It wafted into his sensitive nostrils before he took a deep breath taking in the sweet flowery scent wanting to keep it under his nose for the rest of his immortal life. It was divine and filled with life, something he couldn’t quite comprehend behind what he surrounded himself.

Gloria looked behind her, taking in the vampire's reaction to her little one. She smiled before clicking the light switch that only turned on the fairy lights across the walls, as the pup was quite sensitive to light fixtures that beamed into her eyes. The colourful area of strawberry shortcake decor covered the entirety of the room she could barely remember the colour of the walls or floor presences to her.

The witch took a light step towards the bed covered in plushies that the reader loved to cuddle against and scent. Her favourite one to do so was of a cow named Print; he was a special thing that if you pushed a button on his foot, his stomach lit up with stars on the ceiling. Close enough to the pup, she removed the picnic table printed blanket from the reader's sleeping state. Anyone could tell she was still a pup as she didn’t wake up alarmed by others entering her room.

Gloria looked to the side of her to see the pup she had been trying to wake up with tender swats on her back and bum. Her pretty doe ( eye colour ) opened up to the familiar face above her cradling face.

“Who is she? I haven’t seen littles in centuries. How did you find her?” Stefan hadn’t uttered a word in some time. He couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t vaguely remember when everyone had taken in people with smaller headspaces to fill the void for the undermining issue of no children for quite a while. The man stepped into the occupied territory before closing the door quietly, letting the question linger for an answer to meet.

“Hm. Her name is y/n. The poor thing was sent to kill me. Many folks in her pack believed she was an abomination and sent her to kill a witch. They hoped I would kill her. Boy, were they wrong? I fell in love with taking care of her. I don’t have any children of my own, you see.” Gloria believed the spirits called the reader to herself, guiding her through the hardships of life til she finally found someone who cared for her. Which is why she is the woman she is today. Gloria glanced towards the girl before taking a deep breath, knowing Stefan was not here to hear the whole story. However, she might have been wrong. The heavy vampire's eyes glanced at her baby beyond anything she had seen from the first time she met him. It was soft but short, knowing he had a reputation to uphold despite having no humanity.

“What happened to this pack?”

“I burned every single one of them to the bone. It took a lot, but I did it to protect her.” Gloria smiled, maneuvering the little so she rested against her shoulders rather than flush on her lap and pillow. She pushed her nose against her freshly washed hair, breathing in the brisk relaxing air surrounding her. It calmed her down in ways she didn’t know; coming into this room was a breath of fresh air. She would miss the comfort of her.

“I’ve kept her far too long from a pack. She needs one, Stefan. She won’t survive much longer with just me.” Before the vampire could speak, she quickly stated how long the reader had been away from the ritual of piling clothing and items; she loved to create the perfect area for a quiet hibernation. The reader's old pack was big on the little ones to ensure they were comforted in ways that some had seen as prehistoric for this day in age. Doing so was the first time in years of waiting to be found by Gloria that she created a nest. Gloria grimaced, feeling the painful memories of her pup during the nightly hour of how she craved to cuddle into her neck and scent her as pack members did.

“I will help you. I know someone who will take her in.” He heard her plead, thinking someone he had broken the heart of would understand his place in the vampire empire. He would beg on his knees to Elena after seeing the beautiful little creature grasping Gloria’s hand. Though, deep down this would be the perfect distraction to his whereabouts if they had a little one to take care of.

Stefan watched the witch place her black nail tapping the pup's squished face against her shoulder as she blinked slowly and softly, taking in the presence and warmth through the connected skin. The yawn, so simple yet cute from her chest, left a pout on her lips from the dryness that came with it. The blanket was sitting perfectly, squished around her legs and stomach though he could still see the flare of freckles on the reader's shoulders and stomach that were out, dancing for his eyes to consume. The vampire was attentive to everything she did, including the deafness of not hearing Gloria introducing him to the wolf before him. Eventually, seeing her ( eye colour ) eyes turn towards his own with a hint of curiosity. All he could do was place his sweaty hand on his pants to get rid of the wetness that came with being in this room.

“H-hello.” He called to her, seeing her sit up more comfortably in Gloria's lap. She fiddled with the hair in braids with her pink-coated fingers, twirling around each lock before she gave the courage to smile at the man. Before she eventually hid her face into Gloria's shoulders with a giggle. She was adorable in his eyes, though he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to continue standing awkwardly, or maybe he should sit on the chair on the opposing side of the bed? Though he didn’t sit unknowingly for long as Gloria picked up on his hesitance.

“You can sit. She’ll want to scent you eventually. If that’s alright?” Gloria asked, hoping it would be something he was comfortable with; it was something she did as not only a greeting but a nighttime routine when it came to accompanying a new member. They watched her lean away from the witch's lap and chest, awaiting Stefan to grasp her hand into his own. In doing so, she couldn’t help but try and place his hand close to the bottle that was empty on the side table he was sitting beside. She was building up quite an appetite.

“H-Hi.” She made sure to use her manners like Miss Gloria taught her. Her voice came out much more reluctant than she anticipated, she hadn’t seen many visitors in her time here. Most of the time she played by herself in her room or sometimes watched the people of New Orleans walk the street at nighttime. She gazed upon the burly man, taking in his presence that made her wolf whine on the inside. Something about his scent notified her that there was a part of him missing. Before she could dwell longer her mama interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Would you like to feed her?” The witch questioned, hoping he would, it was unfortunate, but she would have to understand she would no longer be the one to take care of the reader. Her heart was crushed just thinking about removing the littles' favourite pieces in the room condensed into a tote bag within the hour. Smiling sadly at the precious pup in her arms playing with the vampire's fingers, she distracted herself by creating a bottle of pure milk into the once empty one on the side table.

“Up and about. There you go, my little love.”

Stefan smiled for the first time in a while since he had given his humanity to Klaus without repercussions or any thoughts filling his mind thinking of the death of the love of his life. Before he could think further he felt the flush of the wolf's head find its way to his shoulders awaiting the bottle he held with no use from him. The previous scent of her hair crème against her raven skin was heaven-sent, he couldn't imagine comparing this to anything else. He breathed in deep that savoury scent he could relish in for the entirety of his life. It was almost off how comfortable she got in his arms and scented him, so different from each fight he had with vampires and full grow werewolves. The pup was so trusting or the most obvious was the fact that her caregiver was only a foot away and held powers of a thousand witches in the palm of her hand.

“It’s now or never Stefan. She’s getting fussy.” Gloria became fond of the quick response to her words the vampire had. The man maneuvered the reader close to the inner elbow of his arm, cradling her head against it for support. Before he began aligning the bottle to her already open and starving mouth and soon she began suckling. They both heard the sounds that resembled a baby drinking its mothers' nutrition in the early morning before starting the day. In other circumstances, Gloria would begin feeding her while walking to the common areas of the apartment to collect the things the little one would need to start the day. Or the reader would do it herself when she was feeling older.

A hesitant smile formed on his lips holding the reader's head against the left inner elbow not before using the gentlest touch to move the strands of curls that stuck out against her face. With a deep breath, he scooped up the bottle that mysteriously had filled with warm milk into his right hand aligning it to the hungry little one in his arms. Stefan observed her movements like he was sightseeing, her lips covered the nipple of the bottle before it filled her mouth with droplets of milk filling her growling belly. The sounds of tiny suckles filled the supernatural entities with pure joy. The thoughts of keeping the image of being this ripper disappeared into the room's environment into nothing. This moment here was something so beautiful he didn’t want to give her up to Damon and Elena.

Pushing these sinister thoughts away he watched his hands without much knowledge of what he was doing, to the side of the reader's hips in a rhythm he memorized his late mother used when he was younger. He could feel the pup's chest vibrate liking the sensation of his rough hands patting her soothingly. Soon enough she engulfed the bottle in twelve consecutive minutes leaving her mouth to make a recall sound letting him know she was finished.

Knowing of the routine Gloria grasped a cloth into her own before placing it on Stefan’s shoulders. Connected eyes with him she nodded, watching the vampire softly place the reader's head on his shoulder to burp the pesky bubbles out of her belly. He laughed to himself seeing the eyes of pups closed calmly and how her legs were like jelly against his torso. It was quite a sight.

Once she burped out anything that was stuck in her throat watching her mama pull away to cloth before she squished her face into Stefan’s neck. She hoped to stay in this crevice of his body for a while, none of her stuffies gave her this feeling, maybe because they weren’t real.

“She likes you.” Gloria beamed sadly holding the empty bottle, getting up smoothly border taking her leave of the room. She had to prepare to clean and pack a bag for her little one. As well, to make a herbal tea she would ask Stefan to have her drink from time to time to protect her energy. She hoped the deranged hybrid won’t find the lost wolf pup as he would change her to be like him like the speed of light. Fuck she couldn’t bring herself to just abandon the poor thing, she would need some form of an excuse to see her every month.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Damon swindled his way against the chilled bathtub of the bathroom connected to his bedroom. His back barely hit the cool bottom of the tub before he began looking for a more comfortable position. The man being over a hundred forty-five vampires had its kinks and one of them was stubborn on his back and neck. The damned thing clicked out of place at any given moment after he had fought an idiot who dared to attack the drunken asshole. He tense before letting out a sigh in content, it wasn’t long before he pulled the bottle of champagne from the bathroom floor into a glass.

A swift swallow in relaxation reminded him of the times he was human, laying out against the grass and the sun beamed on his milk skin for hours before he was rudely pulled out of that blissful state by his overbearing father. Maybe that was why he was the way he was, the dammed. The recoil of his fathers' disapproval secretly mended him to the vampire he was today. Godsend. He began distracting himself from his thoughts of his personality that somehow some tolerated by pouring an overload of bubble bath that was scented of husk from dear Elena into the bath. The white substance coated the body deliberately, pure relaxation was a must in this state. Hey! vampire can like bubble baths too.

Though, there wasn’t much he could think of when he was left alone with his thoughts running wild into spaces he concealed with impulsive decisions without thinking about the consequences for anyone involved. A common goal was all that he knew and clouded his judgement, like Elena. How much she wanted to know here Stefan did with his time while being in the presence of an original vampire that tortured for fun.

Damon lived for torment but when it came to his brother, who would come back into his life to take the girl he loved right back out from under him. He still wanted his little brother, the one who banter amongst either of the Mystic Falls humans they still fought like hell for. He laughed to himself getting sentimental placing the glass of champagne on his lips and taking a long sip.

It didn’t last long. His eyes plummeted at the sound of his front door opening, heavy footsteps and a scent of something he hadn’t smelt covered his nostrils more than the bubbles did. Damon gritted his teeth, swirling his head in distaste before forcing the bottle of champagne on the floor lifting himself to stand tall. The suds fell slowly down his body promptly to his feet that extended outside the tub. His motion cause water to pool onto the floor, though it would dry he would be dammed to know who entered the Salvatore home unannounced. Adding to the fact they ruined his needed self-care.

Before departing to the area where he knew the culprit would be, he placed a black robe around his body and tied the given straps on top of his waist. Damon made his way underneath the bedside table that hid a wooden stake for the times Katherine made appearances. He felt his weight shift between each step to the downstairs corridor before he became dazed with a familiar scent. The vampire was quick but cautious in his movements as before he wasn’t sure who had made their way into his home but now he was. The husk of a teenage boy sat alarmingly quiet at the fireplace, facing the floor before Damon stepped on a cracking piece of the floor. He was quite surprised by the confidence of the dead Jeremy Gilbert who was here to try his best to kill him that awfully made stake he was fiddling with. Thank goodness he wasn’t really in the mood to fight ninja turtles right now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the boy's ear before he walked closer to the bar table to pour himself a drink of course. The teen looked as if he had seen a ghost, the man knew of his presence before he did. Jeremy sucked in a breath through his teeth removing the hoodie that was placed on his head. His black shaggy hair flopped on his forehead peeking through it. He thought lengthy to what the man had stated to him, his sister was preoccupied with Stefan’s whereabouts to know he was planning on killing Damon with the poorly made stake. Neither did he expect the vampire to continue pouring a glass of bourbon picking one up to give to him. They both sighed contently in each-others presence drowning in the sorrows of their siblings' absence.

“Did you come here to kill me? You’ll need a better weapon.”

“It’s only fair you did kill me.” Jeremy gave a smug look on his face knowing he wore a ring that prevented him from meeting the other side of being amongst the living. Although the facade was seen by those who looked close enough, he was constantly reminded by the trip there left him cold, leading him to understand he was meant to look for his body. His against the odds of staying in this state for too long could lead to him being stuck. Although Jeremys' body was close, he still felt his soul shift energies leaving him eerie and dark trying to find something to fill that void. He thought by killing Damon it would.

“Look I don’t do the big brother thing very well. Sorry, I don’t have any milk and cookies to offer you.” The brunette bit his lip feeling a heavy ache on his shoulders hearing his words. He knew to never expect anything less from the vampire, but maybe if he gave him some sort of closure he wouldn’t have been struck by gloom. It was almost like a cloud of it shadowed his being with no regard for why it sat polished on his shoulders.

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

“Dick.” To pick up where he left off he stood abruptly from the chair he sat in, taking his final departure from the Salvatore boarding house. The sound of the glass that was once being held in his hand alongside the stake felt broken on the carpet. The teen couldn’t care less about the mess he was making in a vampire's home, the guy was an asshole and he didn’t deserve his sisters' attention or the unrecognized love she had for him. There was almost steam coming from the top of his head from the fumes, he took one look back at the vampire before he finally walked his way to the front door.

A deep breath came from his chest pulling on the door handle, however, he didn’t expect to see the unpredictable.

Stefan Salvatore standing with his hands in his leather jacket. He liked almost the same except for the worn look of fatigue on his face, it showed heavily underneath his eyelids. The age of being under the compulsion of a damned hybrid they forced those around him to be the same. Klaus and his ways didn’t care about the ones that sat and were forced to watch. Jeremy couldn’t mask the shocked face he displayed to the vampire without thinking back to the question of why he was here, to begin with. How much more shit could Elena deal with before she snapped at seeing him again?

“Jeremy.” Stefan's voice sounded nothing less than smug sighting the shocked look that struck on his face. The act of surprise was something the vampire secretly loved when it came to victims thinking they were safe then he would display his presence to them. It wasn’t the same way as he looked Jeremy, the boy had grown taller from what he could imagine was only four inches higher than himself. Though was the young Gilbert even at the boarding house, to begin with? Had Damon had him under some stupid spiel to get Elena in his good graces?

Stefan bit his tongue from using his uncontrollable words in the man’s presence that he knew was sitting on the couch facing the unlit fireplace. He took one last breath before asking Jeremy a simple question so he could ask his brother for a favour. Though before he could the boy beat him to it.

“Damon you might want to come here.”

“Look, Jeremy, I’ll say I’m sorry. I’m not good with this whole thing.” Damon took several steps to the entryway of his home before his words died off at the end. He felt frozen in his spot, he indeed didn’t expect to see Stefan again after the star he left in. Was he here with the hybrid? The vampire shrugged his arms over themselves displaying his distaste for him to come back to Mystic Falls too soon for Elena’s sake. With a glance to Jeremy who had a look in his eyes, he bite his tongue before speaking.

“And what are you doing here Stefan?” Damon questioned smouldering the non-existent attendance he had in his mind. He caught his brother unattended looking at the parked car that was sloppily parked in the driveway. Hearing those words, Stefan took a step back, he of course knew his presence would strike some nerves from everyone but to see it on full display alarmed a certain part of his brain to push itself to the surface once again. He had been fighting it all day. His humanity. Not only from the wolf pup that would probably be waking up anytime soon from the unmoving car for something to eat. But to pass by the places that he and Elena would always visit. Goodness, he needs to get out of Mystic Falls before he goes back to Klaus and smells the humanity on him.

“I need a favour.”

“So you show up unannounced asking for a favour? Fuck off, Stefan.” The young Salvatore flared his eyebrows close to the gap between his eyelids, he couldn’t recall a time he was genuinely unhappy to see him. Border he lashed out from the scoff that came from the door almost being slammed in his face. He watched Jeremy move his foot forward before the gap closed between the two worlds. The boy walked in front of Damon gifting the man a look to go on pleading for whatever this favour would be.

“Wait here. I’ll go get it.” It? Was it some silly little book that would eventually curse all the bloodlines that so happen to be inside the boarding house? They both gave each other a look before watching Stefan gravitate toward the truck that we most definitely not his. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the truck handle pulling it open to reveal a distressed little one that was biting the surrounding areas of her fingernails. She had been awake a lot longer than he intended, he felt so bad knowing she was strapped between the seatbelts and blanket he pressed into the sides of her legs. The tears that silently streamed down her face didn’t help the decision he would make by leaving her with his demented older brother. Maybe instead he could have him convince Elena too, goodness this was all just a dumb idea he got way too in over his head.

But as he looked at her grabby hands she gave him and the thick lashes that were smudged against the tears, he swallowed thickly. Y/n didn’t deserve people debating on whether or not she would have a life of comfort. He began removing the blankets and then the seatbelts to formally place her against his chest so that if he needed he could high tail out of there before any of them could taint her mind. The reader's tears became yesterday's problem once she felt Stefan’s finger swipe the water away from pooling against her freckled cheeks. Then her head was softly placed against her newly favourite place between his shoulder and neck with a soft hand on the back of her head. Before she felt the soft blanket she was once cradled against on her back once more. It was her favourite scent, between Gloria and her bed back home with her. She kissed her already and it barely was a day.

“I have people I want you to meet. Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?” Stefan looked down at the girl's cradled figure on this side of his chest awaiting a response before he turned around to face the curiosity of Damon and Jeremy. He smiled softly to himself at what his current state was, a little in his arms while holding a diaper bag filled with everything she needed. If you would have told him this is what his life would look like a year ago, he would have looked at you as if you were crazy. He felt her nod against his chest before he eventually took a step to not only close the truck door but to face the entryway of the Salvatore boarding house.

Damon was the first to react to the newcomer in the man’s arms, pushing his way between the doorway his curiosity taking over everything he was planning on being. He truly didn’t expect to be in the sight of something so small in the presence of someone like himself. The vampire took a step back to observe from the sidelines watching Jeremy behave differently. He took it upon himself to grab the bag from Stefan’s left hand. He picked up on the scent of something he hadn’t smelled since he killed Mason Lockwood in this very home. Though it struck of something lighter and less potent as if it was smaller. This being was a pup of a werewolf pack but didn’t smell of though it was currently a part of one.

Jeremy couldn’t help himself from taking the tiniest glance at the bundle of joy wrapped in the thickest blanket he had seen attached to none other than a vampire that had almost killed his dear sister. He proceeded to walk into the living room to place the light pink diaper bag next to the couch. Y/n took in the world around, the deep darkness of the wooden panels that filled the unknown place that Stefan seemed so familiar with. She scented the place with a wiggly nose before her breath caught in the back of her throat feeling someone come close enough to grab her baby bag. Was this man a thief?

“H-hi.” She broke the light silence that filled the room she was walking into, on top of the fact that her mama had always told her to be nice to those who deserved it. She lifted her head slightly getting a better look at the brunette who was somewhat human in the room of supernatural entities. No one could deny the atmosphere of the room change as she was softly placed on the couch away from the warmth of Stefan’s chest and neck. She kept a small smile on her face pacing her tiny hand in front of the blanket that was tribally placed on her lap and socked feet.

“Care to explain?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the air barely taking his eyes off the wolf pup on his couch. He gripped the robe closer to his skin, gifting them both his signature smirk that would work for those under his charms. The vampire took a glance at his little brother, the worn fatigue and clear deepness under his eyes from the lengthy trip of being Klaus’ pet. The slight cherry hue on his lips from the possibility of ravishing a human before coming to Mystic Falls. He couldn’t acknowledge the unknown scent that seemed to come full force through his heightened senses.

Stefan took a slight breath before he dumped everything that happened in last hours since he left high and dry from Mystic Falls all together. He carried himself from his standing position to sitting himself next the little that was already hoping he would. The reader was already appreciating his presences and the beautiful ring that sat on his finger she liked to play with.

“Would you mind taking her to the kitchen to grab a snack for her, Jer?” This surprised him completely he hadn’t expected himself to be so fond of someone’s feelings despite his humanity being on the outs. The vampire couldn’t help himself in doing so, he continued to hold her hand for a few seconds with a dewy smile on his face. Before he gasped the bag was on the floor of the couch to hand to Jeremy. He jerked his head towards the kitchen awaiting his response before hearing the boy tell her about the animal-shaped crackers she never had before in the cabinet.

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

The reader wrapped her tiny hand in between the unfamiliar male's hand feeling the light texture of tattoos she subconsciously traced with her painted fingers. She could already feel the rising warmth that came from being head to chest with the waking figure towards the deepness of the kitchen. It was beautiful, though it seemed to be unused compared to the one her mama had. All she recognized was the raging amounts of alcohol on the opposing sides of the sodden stools in front of the counter. The wolf began to lose the skip in her steps as she felt the man slow down his pace. She took a glance upwards to gift the man a small smile, though he was already looking at her feeling nervous by his gaze she lifted her other hand and gifted him a small wave.

“Hi. I’m y/n. Y-You’re Jeremy, right?” It was weird just how comfortable she was being pooled into those pretty chocolate soul catches he called his eyes. She felt him move his gaze over her face causing a slip of a stutter to come front at the end seeing him do so. They both stood in from the counters of the kitchen taking in each other's beings while she took in his delicate human scent she hadn’t been around in years since with Mama. Jeremy almost had a heart attack hearing the words she stuttered over, licking his dry lips trying to find the right thing to say to her. He noticed that he was still holding her in comparison to his small hand didn’t help.

“Yeah, I am. What do you want for a snack, little lady?”Jeremy shook their intertwined to regain her attention from his face. Although he would never consider himself cocky in any way he still smirked internally after seeing her blink away her dewy eyes away from his. He pulls her hand once more finally taking the long awaiting stop to the fridge for her to see. The reader took in the minimal amount of snacks and drinks that were in it. She knew they were vampires by holy was there only a half-full orange juice container, a cartoon of eggs and expired milk. Although she was disappointed she removed her hand from Jeremy feelings intensely cold from the action to proceed to open the diaper bag to find her favourite snacks.

She handled him the basic puffs of strawberry banana bites that quite literally melted in her mouth. Not even acknowledging the mess she created in the bag she continued to display the puffs to Jeremy who gladly opened the container not before popping one in his mouth to her distaste after handing them back to her.

“Can I have some orange juice?” The reader questioned the man messily eating standing chest to chest to the man liking the feeling of his fluffy sweatshirt on her cheek. Her chin rested perfectly there looking upwards with that stupidly cute dimple that showed, switching between each eye of his to look a tiny bit closer. Jeremy pinched his fingernail on his palm looking down at her chubby cheeks and light wash of powder from the puffs. He reminded his hand from the sides of his body to lightly brush away the powder that stuck to her lips and slightly in her cheeks.

“Uh yeah. Why don’t you go sit in the chair, okay?”At first, watched her struggle to climb on the spinning chair but gave up in the mix of it. The man took it upon himself to quietly ask her if she wanted any help. So here he was softly placing his hands underneath her armpits to lift her to sit against the chair. The warmth of each other's skin to skin gave off a rumble between each-other chests that could have easily been mistaken for a hungry cry. But to a wolf pup, it was something completely different in her eyes. She began by taking in his eyes like they were meant to uphold hers, before feeling the chilled barstool he ever so gently placed her on top. They both felt instantly disappointed without the skin to skin but she still happily thanked him for doing, kindly offering him a puff in his much larger hand. Jeremy could help but smile at a small gesture, he took a step back to the opposing countertop to look at the diaper bag that he had previously placed on the dining room table a mason jar of vervain and herbs assorted inside, taking a glance back to y/n that was currently swaying her legs to the hums of her own throat. He turned back around to look at the mixture not thinking much longer to crumble them inside the juice before closing it back up and shaking it to face the girl.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime? Away from the supernatural, the vampire kind at least.” Jeremy placed the bottle to her lips as her hands were occupied by the puffs and looking around distracted by none other than himself. Still suckling on the off-tasting orange juice, that chilled her dry thirst as she began to nod at his question. He removed the bottle from her mouth allowing her to gift herself with the glory of his, all she thought of was how much she would love to be lifted by his arms and held close like she was with Stefan just a moment prior. They looked into each other's eyes warmly gifting one other a smile before they both liked away.

Across the home in the living room, two vampires listened closely to the little one's mannerisms toward the unseen boy and the way he spoke softly and seemed so smitten by one other so quickly. It was clear that part of herself was called to the boy named Jeremy. Gloria was right, he might have been the thing to encounter to meet the person who was perfect for her.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ part two

🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I hope you enjoyed it!! 💗 please don’t be a silent reader, let me know what you think⋆୨୧˚

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river13245 · 3 months

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TVD Masterlist

Navigation / Main Masterlist

Characters

Stefan Salvatore (none yet)

Damon Salvatore (none yet)

Caroline Forbes (none yet)

Katherine Pierce (none yet)

Bonnie Bennett (none yet)

Elena Gilbert (none yet)

Kai Parker (none yet)

Klaus Mikaelson (none yet)

Elijah Mikaelson (none yet)

Kol Mikaelson (none yet)

Rebekah Mikaelson (none yet)

#river13245 #masterlist #fluff #angst #male reader #gn reader #tvd masterlist #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #caroline forbes #katherine pierce #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kai parker #the vampire diaries masterlist

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generic-wattpad-badboy · 2 years

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Hi! I love, love, love your stories! I was wondering if you can do one with Jeremy Gilbert x Male! Reader that's a Mikaelson? Like how they got together, what were everyone's reactions and what not?

Sorry if this is to much to ask.

Jeremy gilbert dating a Mikaelson

Authors note : Hey Love, thanks for your request and the kind words.

You both keep it from your families however it doesn't take long for your family to find out

Which of course means Elena finds out pretty quickly after

Elena and Damon Get pissed, They're totally against it once they find out

They try to break you up more than once by convincing Jeremy you're obviously after something.

Your family has a split reactions

Elijah understands that you can't pick the ones you fall in love with However he does question your choices

Kol thinks its hilarious, seriously the dude constantly jokes about it. He likes coursing trouble

Klaus definitely thinks about daggering you for causing this massive headache for him, man wants a break

The only reason he doesn't dagger you is because Elijah stops him

Rebekah totally gets it, girl relates hard with you.

Your dates are always interrupted by someone

you both wouldn't be surprised if both families did it on purpose just to annoy you

No family dinners for you that's for sure unless you want someone to die

#x male reader #vampire diaries x male reader #vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader #the originals x male reader #the orginals #jeremy gilbert x male reader #jeremy gilbert x reader #headcanons

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supercap2319 · 17 days

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Y/N: *Sees Elena and damon on her bed playing with a puppy* "Elena, get that filthy, smelly creature off the bed."

Elena: "That's not a very nice thing to say about the puppy."

Y/N: "I was talking about Damon."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #damon salvatore #ian somerhalder #nina dobrev #elena gilbert

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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moonlight.

yandere! Gilbert von Obsidian x fem! reader.

Pure as the snow, bright like a star, in his eyes and heart that was the eternal imagine the dark prince had carved out for you. Every breath you took, every step you made, every single thing that came out of your mouth always had a meaning, a purpose, no matter how insignificant it may be in the grand scheme of things. Once you made your mind you became less and less human and more a force of nature, something that needed to be endured because nothing could stand in your way.

Not even Gilbert himself.

❝ Take me with you. ❞ you pleaded, voice just barely there, the only clue of anything being uttered in the dark of the night was the tiny puff of air due to the ice and cold.

❝ I won't love anyone like I love you, I promise. I want to be with you, to stay with you. Please, don't turn your back to me. ❞

Gilbert stood frozen in his place, face devoid of his usual smile but only for a split second - every single mistake he made, every life he took, he had no regrets because every single one had lead him to you. You were going to be his ultimate, his reason to live and how could he possibly deny you when you had made your intentions oh so clear?

Without a word, Gilbert outstretched his hand, gloved fingers intertwining with your own as he pulled you closer to him, his one red eye shinning with pride and power. He took you away into the moonlight, your footsteps the last visible trace that anyone would ever see of you in a long, long time.

🕊️TAGS: @latolover

I was in a soft mood, I just wanted to write something sweet for him. Please accept my humble offering! <3 Apologies if I made him too OOC though.

#ikemen prince #ikeprince #yandere ikepri #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere male #ikemen prince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince headcanons #ikemen prince x reader #yandere ikemen prince

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omkookie · 2 years

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⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 15+ Yandere themes, murder, gaslighting, blood mention, All that. F!MC or M!MC

Gilbert doesn't know where along the way of waiting for you to slip up and expose your identity as Belle he got so engrossed with you. But oh well... here he is. in love with you. And more of a lunatic than he ever was before.

And Gilbert understands that his love is more of an "Obsession" but he doesn't care. He wants to have you and he will have you. even if he has to destroy all of rhodolite to get you.

There's really nothing you or those around you can do to stop Gilbert once he's taken a fancy to you. he's always a few steps ahead of everyone, Always ready with an excuse for you to spend time with him. You will either spend time with him willingly or be forced to.

Gilbert loves to assert how much power he has over you and making you feel insignificant. who are you after all? a mere commoner who's been selected to choose the next king. Meanwhile, he's the prince of a leading military empire.

While you're in the palace he will force you into many distressing situations and then "rescue" you right before you get hurt. He doesn't let anyone else harm you because he's the only one who's allowed to do so. to him, you're his prey and he won't let anyone leave a mark on you. and, since you're his favorite little rabbit he'll keep you safe from the "bad" people.

What do you mean he's hurting you? He's only been helping you since the very beginning.

The way he laughs so casually as he waits for you to break from all of the pressure that you've been put under just for him to comfort you with whispers of sweet nothings is absolutely sickening whenever you're at one of your weakest points. perhaps this is why they call him the king of trampling.

The way he sounds so innocent, like he's genuinely worried about you makes your stomach twist. how could someone seemingly so kind's words feel more like the venom of a monster just waiting to bite you?

The psychological horrors you have to endure while he's around you only get worse and worse when your friend Rio is sent back to Benitoite and Leon is forced into compliance for Rhodolite's sake. Chevalier doesn't care what happens to you as long as you do your duty as Belle. And Sariel is too late to help you.

Now that he finally has you where he wants you- helpless and isolated from the others, Gilbert can finally start his trampling over your beautiful heart, he'll force you to watch him kill one of your friends after you lied to him. who do you think you are little rabbit? you should know better than to lie to him of all people. As a result, here you are lying in a puddle of your friend's blood as all you can do is cry and beg for him to stop.

Gilbert enjoys the great pleasure he gets from how much pain you are in because of his cruelty and how helpless you are. he is the source of your pain and the only one who can stop it. he adores the expression on your lovely face as you finally understand that.

His cruelty will only get worse as he wants to paint you black and break you.

"It's so insane, isn't it? the things we do in the name of love."

This is only the beginning of your living nightmare.

#ikemen prince #ikeprince #ikepri #ikemen prince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #yandere ikemen prince #requested #ikemen prince x reader #ikemen prince headcanons #fem!reader #male!reader #cw;yandere❤️#ikemen prince fanfiction

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504py · 2 months

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Badly thinking about bloody yandere Prussia

i hear ya, anon…. i feel like gilbert would have an initial shame over being so obsessed over someone, but once he accepts it, he sorta makes a sport out of it. “look at how much i’d do for you! aren’t i the best?” wonder if y’all would be interested in me making a full post about my hcs for him.

guess this is a good time to announce that my inbox is open again LOL.

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zaceouiswriting · 9 months

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It's always the small guys

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader; mentioned Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan

Universe: somewhere in Vampire Dairies

Warnings: slight Angst, slight fluff

Y/N moved slowly, unable to straighten his sore legs more than a few inches at a time. His back was strained from the previous day's activities.

His strange movements were not immediately noticed by those around him, except for the person he was approaching. Inwardly, he berated himself for doing such stupid things during the week when school and football practice inevitably came up.

Just a short distance from one of his longtime best friends, he winced and needed to rest for a moment when he accidentally took a normal stride, causing pain in his aching body.

At that moment, Matt, Y/N's best friend, noticed him and gave him a questioning look. "Are you all right, bro?" he asked. His thoughtless question sent Y/N into a spiral of doubt. Wasn't he paying enough attention to seem normal? But then again, Matt has always been more observant than most people - except when it comes to Elena, in which case he's blind as a stone.

Y/N took a deep breath to calm himself and answer his friend's question, but the sudden expansion of his lungs increased his pain into overdrive. With an almost inaudible groan, he crashed loudly into the lockers to his friend's left.

Concerned, Matt stepped into action, stabilizing his almost-falling friend. "I'm fine," Y/N unconvincingly tried to sway Matt's opinion of his dire situation.

"Okay, let's... get you up for now," Matt tried to show his innocence but was just as unconvincing as his friend had been before. Although Y/N and Taylor, their mutual second best friend and third musketeer, always joked about Matt's apparent lack of intelligence, he once again marveled at his friend's attentiveness. "How about we try again, maybe without the lies?"

For a second, Y/N thought he heard assertiveness in his gentle friend's voice but pushed those silly thoughts away. Knowing he could not even command a flock of ducks if he tried.

"I just...I overdid my exercises yesterday," Y/N finally admitted.

But the only reaction he got from his friend was a raised eyebrow and his arms folded across his chest. He knew what that meant. Matt was readying himself to lecture him... again.

"How many times do I-"

"Hey. Woah, what's going on here?"

Y/N sighed with relief when he saw Tylor. His glittering eyes pointed at his rescuer, who leisurely walked towards them. When Tylor noticed the longing gaze aimed at him, a one-sided grin suddenly appeared on his square face.

"So you finally realized?" He asked ominously as he reached his two friends.

Suddenly the atmosphere around the three friends changed. Matt’s questioning, slightly disapproving look now stat fest laying on Tylors’ trained frame. His button-up shirt is open - for some reason. It wasn’t warm enough for something like that yet and didn’t even wear his letterman jacket, which he never lefts without.

"What?" Y/N and Matt asked in unison.

"That you want a piece of me. I always knew the day would come when you realize I'm the only one who can give you what you really need."

He came painfully close to Y/N, took his hand, and ran it over his beautifully chiseled torso. Y/N felt more than uncomfortable but remained frozen in place. His second best friend was undoubtedly attractive, but it would've been like sleeping with his brother. Even thinking about it made him shudder.

"Back of Tylor! Y/N already has a boy toy that he is very much in love with!"

The eyes of the boy being spoken about widened in shock at hearing his gentle friend's blunt comment. His eyes searched the hallway, hoping no one had heard his indecent words, especially not him. His left hand flew within seconds, landing over Matt's running mouth, rendering him unable to speak. Y/N's eyes were even larger than before. With fear clearly visible inside them.

"Are you out of your mind?“ He asked him angrily, in a whispery tone.

Just as Matt was about to respond, eyes glittering like those of a kicked golden retriever. Another voice interrupted him.

“What is going on here?“ The voice asked smugly.

The question was not surprising, yet Y/N was unwilling to answer it. So without further ado, knowing full well that there was no way either of his best friends would tell him, Tylor started to pout slightly. When this still got no reaction from them, he clicked his tongue dismissively, turned, and walked away angrily, fists balled.

Still, Y/N waited until Tylor was well away before taking his hands off his other friend's mouth. "He'll be back by the evening at the latest, propping for the answers he wants, you know that, don't you?"

"Yup,“ Y/N sighed heavily.

"So what is it, brother? Your inability to walk properly and bad excuses for not being at practice yesterday?”

“I was sick!“

"Suddenly, you were sick? Stop that crap, dude! I know perfectly well that you didn't exercise yesterday. So what's up, bro? Are you on drugs?"

Stunned, Y/N's nervous eyes darted to his friend, unable to comprehend how he came to such a delusional conclusion. He bowed his head angrily. "Please promise me you won't tell Tylor. I really don't want to be even more sexually harassed by him than he already does."

“Why should he-?“

"I... was intimate with him all day yesterday," Y/N whispered fearfully. Hoping nobody else would hear it.

"Okay..." Matt was confused, "then why can't you walk?"

Y/N knew his friend was dense, but that? Looking around again, he leaned in more discreetly this time, making it look like he was about to kiss his friend.

"Because he almost split me in two when he..."

Even more confused, Matt took a staggering step back to put some space between himself and his friend. However, his hot breath still lingered on his neck and the fine hairs on his ear.

Suddenly a light appeared in his head. His eyes scanned Y/N's body with a shocked look on his face.

"But you're the man!" he yelled softly. "Football captain, gym rat, student president, popular with girls and boys," he reminded his friend almost angrily. "And you're fucking hung!" Matt finally burst out screaming.

A faint pink blush crept up Y/N's cheeks. He didn't know how to react to his friend's reaction to having his privates etched in his memory. But it was all forgotten when he felt how many eyes were on him. It made him shudder with discomfort.

"You have no idea!" Y/N said softly to Matt. He was just as shocked as his friend. He never thought he would let anyone get close to him like that, but that day everything shattered inside of him, and the guy who was to blame rebuilt him, but more to his liking. "He's hiding a monster!"

Right at that moment, someone brushed past Y/N's shoulder quite hard. Only out of the corner of his eye could he see Jeremy's disapproving look. He swallowed audibly when he saw him there.

"So you're Jeremy's boy toy then? He's two years younger than you!"

"And? As if that matters! And no, neither of us is the other's plaything! You know we're a couple!" Y/N said, now annoyed at his friend, rolling his eyes dramatically while he dismissively waved him away. "Please excuse me now. I need to appease my boyfriend before he punishes me...again!"

As Y/N walked away, Matt could only stand there, stunned by too much information. How could a guy like Y/N get so... strange?

He watched as his friend went to his younger boyfriend and hugged him from behind, a silly smile on both faces. Just by looking at it, Matt never would have guessed that what he now knows was a fact. It made it seem like Y/N is the man in their relationship, yet he lies beneath his younger, much smaller boyfriend every time they do it together.

It seems it was time for Matt to redefine his world as Y/N had questioned his worldview for him. Because in his eyes, his second best friend will never be less than "the man" to him. But in the same train of thought, he quickly realized why Y/N had asked him not to tell Tylor about it. Then he would never let Y/N hear the end of it.

But just as Matt turned around, something else hit him in the head. He quickly turned to take a look at Jeremy's pants. They're as always baggier than anything else. Which made him wonder what Y/N had told him about the size of his privates.

He knows Y/N is well endowed. So how big does Jeremy have to be for him to see it and change his entire worldview? Matt is intrigued and has to find out somehow. After all, it has to be extraordinary when Y/N bows to this.

Tylor watched it all from the sidelines. The existential crisis Matt is going through and the weird walk his other best friend takes.

Another grin immediately graced his face. As he turned, his eyes searched the hallway for a specific person he was looking for. "Ohhh, Stefan!" He sings the other's name.

Rolling his eyes, Stefan turned away from Elena to see what Tylor wanted from him. But the first thing he saw was an outstretched hand. Confused, his gaze wandered up to meet the other guy's eyes. "What?" he asked, already out of patience.

“I won the bet!“

"Impossible!“

"See for yourself." He lightly grabbed Stefan's shoulders and maneuvered him to see Y/N and Jeremy together. But it wasn't until they walked away hand in hand that Stefan let out an exaggerated sigh. He quickly pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to Tylor. "Nice doing business with you!"

As he moved away from Stefan, Tylor was already thinking of new ways to annoy Y/N and maybe finally break him to get a piece of him too. After all, he's everyone's type, right?

[Masterlist]

#Jeremy Gilbert #jeremy gilbert x male reader #Vampire Dairies #Vampire dairies x male reder #male reader #x male reader #slight angst #slight fluff

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