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Enchanted To Meet You | Damon Salvatore

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summary: following an invitation sent by giuseppe salvatore, you arrive at the newly built town of mystic falls and meet his eldest son, damon salvatore, who is enchanted by you the second your eyes meet

pairing: fem! reader x damon salvatore

words: 1.5k

a/n: needed a sweet human damon so i wrote this fic

It was a dark night when your carriage pulled into the Salvatore estate in a town called Mystic Falls. It was your first time you’ve stepped foot in the small virginian town.The carriage came to a halt, horses neighing when you felt the coachman get off his seat as the body moderately swayed. Seconds later the door was opened and you set eyes on the white estate. Lights illuminating the property, guests entering the doors as three men stood out front, shaking their hands and welcoming them to Mystic Falls.

You placed your hand on top of the footman’s hands, carefully stepping out of the carriage and onto the ground, your blue gown squeezing past the carriage doors, brushing off any wrinkles that might’ve appeared. Touching up your hair, you made your way to the stairs to officially arrive at the party.

‘Miss Watson,’ Giuseppe Salvatore greeted you with a kiss to your gloved hands, the two younger men on either side staring at you. ‘How lovely of you to come out tonight. I hope you will find the party most pleasant.’

‘Mr. Salvatore,’ you curtsied as he took your hand, greeting him with a smile. ‘Thank you for the invitation. I was pleased to be invited. Since I was a little girl I have forever adored your get-togethers so greatly. On behalf of my parents I will extend their condolences for not being able to make it tonight. You must know they begged me to tell you how very unpleasant they felt with the short notice. Apologies.’

‘No apology necessary,’ he expressed. ‘Please meet my sons, Damon,’ he nodded towards the dark haired boy, ‘and Stefan.’ The blond one.

‘The famous Salvatore brothers,’ you fixed your gaze on them. ‘I’ve heard quite the tales of the two of you. Your closeness and gentlemanliness travels a great deal of distance. Many of the ladies in town fancy you without ever having set eyes on you.’ You disclosed, feeling Damon’s eyes linger on you as you took turns to study their features. ‘But I can attest that you two are a sight for sore eyes…’

‘You flatter us, Miss Watson,’ Stefan took your hand and placed a kiss on your glove. ‘Word of your beauty travels too. We too can see why.’

You turned your head to Damon who took hold of your gloved hand, his warmth spreading through the material as his lips touched that same fabric, your stomach churning as he looked up at you with crystal blue eyes, batted through dark lashes.

‘Miss Watson, it is a pleasure that you could join us this evening. I hope my father’s party will be to your liking.’

‘The pleasure is all mine, Mister Salvatore.’ You lifted the corner of your mouth, removing your hand from his grasp and passed them to step into the house, welcomed by the soft chords of violins and a piano, clinking of glasses and chattering mixed with lighthearted laughs.

You took a look around the room, every surface sparking with decorations, women in their best gowns—men in their best suits. All come together to celebrate the founding of the new town. The so-called founding families talking of their plans over expensive drinks.

‘Miss Watson,’ you picked up the voice of Damon Salvatore sneaking up on you.

You turned over your left shoulder to find yourself standing opposite him. His curly locks falling down his forehead, highlighting his pale skin and icy eyes.

‘I apologise for catching you so early on, but I was wondering if you might like a tour of our new home?’ His eyes gleamed at you. ‘Our garden has a beautiful view of the lake that is lit by tiny little fireflies,’

‘You are taking too good care of me, Mister Salvatore.’

‘Please,’ he gave you a polite smile, ‘call me Damon.’

‘Then you can call me, Y/n,’ you returned the smile, seeing his fist ball up.

‘Shall we?’ Damon placed his hand in front of his torso, nodding you to take his arm to chaperone you across the large estate.

‘We shall,’ you said, latching yourself onto Damon’s arm as he guided you out of parlour, the atmosphere immediately quieting down as soon as you left the celebrations, only servants and household staff occasionally crossing your paths.

Damon walked you down to the riverside, the sound of flowing water making you appreciate nature. The glow of fireflies swarming through the night’s sky underneath the stars. Wind sweeping across your skin as you glanced back at the house.

‘You know, some might think we’re courting.’ He chuckled, him too sharing a look at the house.

‘We hardly know each other, Damon.’ You tilted your head, seeing that he was already looking at you. His eyes are still sparkling despite the lack of light. ‘And our so-called courting is bound by you showing me your home.’

‘What would you like to know about me?’

‘I haven’t really thought about what I’d like to know, I must admit,’ you chuckled, staring back at the fireflies and the water.

‘How about I start?’ He suggested, taking the initiative to walk along the river.

You hummed in response.

‘Have you ever been courted before?’

‘Damon!’ You snapped your head towards him, very much shocked by his sudden question. ‘You are prying into a lady’s personal life…’

‘It’s a conversation starter!’ He protested, his pearly white smile making your cheeks grow hot.

‘Fine,’ you sighed jestfully. ‘A few months ago Mr. Cooper from town asked to escort me to the Wilson’s family celebrations. When we were alone I tried to return to the others as it was highly inappropriate to be alone in his presence,’ you occasionally bumped into Damon’s side as you kept walking. ‘But when I tried to leave, he wouldn’t let go of my arm and came so close to my face I knew he was going to kiss me. But I didn’t want to. So my hand sort of slipped and I hit him so hard, blood started to drip from his nose. And since then he’s been avoiding me.’

‘Are you serious?’ Damon stopped, letting you take another step before you realised the crunching of grass got quieter, turning around to see his half lit face. Eyes staring at you.

‘Oh my,’ your eyes darted across the ground, taken aback by your loose mouth, ‘I don’t know why I told you that. That—that was uncalled for and inappropriate. It was an accident…hitting him. He was a kind gentleman and my clumsiness ruined a perfectly good courting.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Confusion coated his lips. ‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.’

‘I didn’t?’

‘You didn’t.’

‘I’m sorry but you were just so silent I thought this story was upsetting you,’ you breathed out deeply, your fingers playing with the hems of your gloves.

‘Oh, I am a serious listener,’ Damon said, his tone letting you know that he was smiling. ‘He was, excuse my language,’ cough, ‘a dick.’ He smirked, whispering the last words of the sentence.

‘Damon!’ You acted shocked, your mouth opening to a wide smile.

‘What?’ He laughed.

‘Perhaps you are right,’ you pondered. ‘He was a really big dick.’

‘Language, Miss Watson!’ Damon scolded you, giving you the same fake shock factor you had just moments ago.

‘You are a bad influence on me, Mister Salvatore,’

‘Are you accusing me, Miss Watson?’ Damon stepped closer, his delightful nature making you more relaxed than you ever have been around a man you’ve only known a couple of hours.

‘I certainly am, Mister Salvatore.’ You stepped even closer, so closer your chest almost touched his, feeling the warmth of his breath clash with the mild night’s air.

Your eyes lingered on his lips, pink and plush as his tongue came out to wet them, glancing up at his eyes, seeing that they were staring at your lips before meeting your eyes.

‘This is inappropriate,’ you whispered, your chest rising as your breaths got deeper.

‘It is…’ Damon whispered back, his delayed breathing reaching the skin of your neck.

Your faces inched closer, lips hovering over each other, enough space to save yourself from improper behaviour. His scent so addictive. Your lips lingered, your noses touched as you breathed in heavily, torn whether or not to kiss him but you were scared someone would see. But it was just a kiss? Could anyone blame you if you just wanted a simple taste?

You leaned in closer, placing your lips on his as his lips melted into yours, pulling out the kiss. Damon placed his hand on your face, allowing him to hold you. A tight feeling in your chest spread heat through your entire body, compelling you to completely give into his touch.

When you slowly pulled away, he rested his head against your forehead, his gaze on your as you panted in silence.

‘I think I like you, Miss Watson.’

‘I’ve liked you the second I set eyes on you, Mister Salvatore. This kiss only proved how I felt, even if it meant that I would sin for you.’

‘Very inappropriate, Miss Watson.’ Damon lectured with jest.

‘Indeed.’

[theeoriginals]

could I make a cheeky request of person a kissing the pout off person b's face with either stefan or elijah? love u and hope you're doing well

all better | stefan salvatore

stefan salvatore x f!reader

author's note; I had to make stefan the pouty one obviously... emo king

warnings; nothing but fluff

"You're upset,"

"I'm not upset,"

"Really? Because I've never known anyone's face to look like that when they're happy."

Stefan's green eyes roll in her direction and she smiles tauntingly, endlessly fond even when he is visibly upset. "I'm annoyed."

She grins victoriously, like she's just won something by getting him to admit what they already knew. He has to force his face to stay furrowed in the face of her excitement.

"I knew it! You're annoyed 'cause Damon's not being helpful again,"

Stefan rolls his eyes again, his irritation spiking easily at his brother's name. "He's being childish. It's completely counterproductive,"

She nods, crossing the short distance to stand above him where he sits in the chair behind his desk. Leans down with a furrow in her brow like she's thinking before she's pressing her lips to his in a brief peck.

It's seems like she's made up her mind about something, what he doesn't know, but she's quick to kiss him one, two, three more times, barely letting him kiss her back before she's starting again.

She gets another few pecks in before he huffs out a quiet laugh and another grin suddenly spreads on her face. This time, she looks particularly smug about it. She leans back finally, perching on the edge of his desk. "Do you want me to yell at him?"

He lets out a quiet huff, eyes fluttering shut as he holds back another laugh. "No. No, that's not necessary, but thank you for the offer,"

She smiles again. "Anytime,"

Stefan's upset dwindles finally, and he offers her a small smile in silent apology for even letting his brother get him in that mood. It makes his face twitch again, like it's instinctual to frown, and it has her cupping his cheeks gently, using her thumbs to relax his face.

"Stop frowning, you'll get wrinkles,"

He flutters his eyes up at her, charming gleam shining in them. "I'll literally never get wrinkles, baby. That's the whole point,"

"You know what I meant!"

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hey could I request a smut for Damon x reader? This is filth so I understand if you don’t wanna write it but my idea was that the reader is on her period and they were just changing out then suddenly Damon’s fangs come out (and like the veins and everything) and he’s like confused about where there’s blood and relises it’s you and is worried and u just get embarrassed but he said he wouldn’t want to waist such a tasty snack or sum thing like that u can change thing to make us make more sense btw I love ur writing just came across ur page and love everything!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing! It means a lot <3 And I'll write all the filth you want! Literally as I was reading this request I could already picture it so here you go! Hope you like it😊

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), period sex, blood.

"What's that smell?" Damon asked, his eyes turning a shade of red as he stared at you, confused. "Is that blood?"

Yes, it was blood. You were on your period, but you weren't going to tell him that.

You simply shrugged, trying to play dumb as his eyes searched your body for any sign of injury. "I don't know what you're smelling but it's not me."

"Take off your pants." He ordered, catching you off guard a bit as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What?"

"You're bleeding." He accused, pursing his lips as he waited for you to do as he said. "Did you forget I'm a vampire?"

"Fine." You said, giving in. "I'm...on my period." That last part came out as a barely audible whisper and as you looked up at him, you felt heat creeping up your neck.

"Oh." He replied, clearly surprised.

"Oh." You repeated, nodding your head slightly, the bourbon sitting on Damon's nighstand suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the room.

You both stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before he finally said something.

"Well." He started, a small grin tugging at his lips as he stared at you, a new hunger growing inside him. "Wouldn't wanna waste such a tasty snack."

You couldn't quite believe what you were hearing. "Excuse me?"

"Come on." He whined. "I'm a vampire, what do you expect?"

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh." He nodded, a new sense of urgency in his voice now as he stared you down.

"But it's gross."

"Well I think it's sexy." He fired back, stepping towards you, the veins around his eyes protruding even more now.

"Damon, I dunno."

"Please?" He asked, pouting at you, pressing his hands together in a praying gesture.

You were still unsure, but as he advanced closer, his cool breath fanning over your lips, all reason seemed to go out the window.

His mouth closed over yours, his hands quickly threading through your hair, and you were already becoming weak in the knees. You wondered if it was like this with humans, or maybe him being a vampire had some sort of effect on you.

Either way, all doubt about his proposal had gone now, your only focus on the way his soft lips brushed against yours.

You felt him groan against your mouth then, his grip on your hair tightening. "We gotta do this now."

You quickly obliged, letting him lead you towards his bed, laying you down and wasting no time in tearing your jeans from your body, leaving you in just your panties.

"I can't wait to taste you." He breathed out, his fangs already protruding from his mouth. You could see the desperation in his eyes.

He practically ripped your panties off, not even hesitating before ducking down to put his head between your legs, the sweet smell of blood filling his nose as he breathed you in.

You shuddered when he positioned his hands around your thighs, spreading you open for him. And when he finally closed his mouth over your sensitive nub, your hips jerked off the bed, a moan falling from your lips.

You were already overly sensitive, and Damon's mouth against you was setting your skin ablaze. And all you could do was lay there, desperately fisting the sheets as he worked his mouth over you.

"Oh my god." You breathed out, your eyes squeezing shut, your release already coming close.

Damon simply hummed against your flesh, a mixture of your blood and arousal smearing over his lips. He was in total bliss as he lapped at your clit and from the loud moans falling from your throat, he could tell you were already close.

"You gonna come?" He questioned, his voice vibrating against you, sending even more pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mhm." You muttered, bringing your hands down to grip his hair, pushing him further against you as you chased your release.

Damon resumed his movements over you, swiping his tongue through your folds as he continued to lap up the blood that was still leaking out of you.

And before long, you were reaching your release, fire exploding in your belly as your orgasm crashed over you.

"Damon! Yes!" You cried out, throwing your head back into the mattress as you clung to his hair. "Oh god!"

When you finally came, Damon made sure to lap up every last drop, groaning against your soaked pussy.

"That was incredible." He grinned, still breathless as he lifted up to look at you, blood still staining his lips. "Can't wait to do that again."

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Requests/Drabbles: (TVD) Damon Salvatore- My Girl

This girl's night had been planned for nearly two weeks now, so when the girls piled into the car to drive over to Bonnie's house it was a show to just beginning.

Caroline had brought the best smelling pastries. A new bakery had open up just a few days ago, she said it was treat for all the shit we had been going through recently.

Elena had grabbed about eight dozen movies off her rack at home. Tonight's theme was romcom, I had brought the wine. A few different bottles of wine.

The drive back to Bonnie's was filled with light chatter, and lots and lots of 2000's music blaring through the speakers. The fall weather was a nice touch as well as the leaves were crunched beneath the car's tire, and our feet.

We all giggled with excitment as we tired and were not successful in making the three butt couch a four butt couch. With Elena putting in the first romcom of the night, I was okay with pouring four large glasses of wine and ditching them out to their owners. Caroline and Elena were shoulder to shoulder as I and Bonnie sat pretty much ontop of each other.

It was nearly two more romcom's later before I was a giggly, content women dancing around with Elena in the living room. The ending of 'Pretty Women' was playing, my cheeks felt hot and warm to the touch.

"Elena I love you so much…" You said dragging her to touch our foreheads together. "Aww, I love you too." The air filled between us with the smell of white wine, and pastires. She giggled, so I giggled.

Caroline was fast asleep her cheek pressed into the side of the couch, and half the blanket covering her curled up body. Bonnie wasn't anywhere around, but the sound of clinking and clanking coming from the kitchen gave her away.

"Bonnie! Where'd you go!?" I screamed, yelled into the space between Elena and I. A murmured shh, came from Caroline's lip. "I'm in here you goofs." Bonnie asnwered. She didn't seem that drunk, or at least a little buzzed. "Come one sit back down Elena and I wanna watch 'nother movie." Your words starting to mumble together.

"No I called Damon, to come pick you up." Bonnie declares. You go to pout, but the thought of Damon makes me all warm, and shivery. "Okay." You don't argue with her anymore, rather you take a seat on the edge of the couch. "He said he'd be here in a few maybe ten minutes." Bonnie tells me you nod, and start to wait.

"Come on Elena, let's get you to bed ya." You can hear Bonnie talking to Elena and then a tiny grumble but nothing else. Footsteps that are loud at first, and then quiet as the two of them make their way up the stairs and to Bonnie's guests room.

Lights come through the blinds of the house, and it's just a moment later when there's a knock on the door. You jump up, rushing towards to the door. When you open it Damon is standing there with his hands on his hips. Staring at you. "Come on honey." Damon says as he stands there waiting for you at the door's frame.

"Okay." You say dopely with a smile on your fface. Grabbing your pruse at the front of the door, and grabbing his hand to walk down the stiars of Bonnie's front porch. Before the two of you can get very far Bonnie is calling out Damon's name. "You take care of her Damon, she's had at least four large glasses of wine. She pours a lot." Damon rolls his eyes, "Of course BonBon." Damon's voice echos through the tree, and night sky.

You cling to his side, as he walks you to the side of his car. The slick blue where you almost see your reflection through the paint. "You should have told me you were having a girls night." Damon says as he opens the passengar door for you. You grumlbe under your breath. "I did Damon, you just forgot." You whine.

Damon comes down to face level with you. Grasping onto the buckle to bolt you into the seaat for the ride back home. Your hand comes up to grab at his cheek. Trying to pull him in closer. "Whatever you're thinking of doing just don't pretty girl." Damon says. The latching of the buckle clicking, and before you know it the door is slamming shut and you watch as Damon walks around the car to the drivers door.

It's not until Damon is driving down the main street to get to the Salvatore residence that your hands get a mind of their own. They go from your lap, to tangled together, to just one of your thigh and the other traveling, in search of the meaty thighs of Damon. When you do finally manage to grab onto the meaty flesh the car swerves a bit. Making your shirek with both excitment and fear. "Missy if you don't put… move your hand." Damon demands. "But what if I don't wanna?" You say shaking your head in his direction. "Love, I know you okay. I know what your playing at and it's not happening." Damon says trying to control his voice.

"I'm not playing about anything." You can barely see Damon shake his head. You move wiggling beneath the belt, to get somewhat closer to Damon. "Please I just wanna touch you Damon!" You beg him. You can feel the heavy air that blows from his nose as he tries to push you away from him as he's driving down the road.

"NO." Damon says adamently. Pushing your wandering hands off his thighs and into your own lap. "Now be a good silent girl, and just sit there until we get home, and then you're going to bed." Damon demands. You huff, but sit there silently.

Just waiting to get home to annoy him further.

Completed on: 10/18/23

Posted on: 11/18/23

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HEY, ISN'T THIS EASY | D.S.

pairing: damon salvatore x best friend!fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

summary: when your prom date cancels on you, your best friend is more than happy to take his place

You weren’t sure how long you’d been hiding out in your little solace, quite satisfied with never leaving the confines of your bedroom until the dreaded day had passed, hopefully the week would pass with it until you had no reason to think of anything but finals- but your best friend had other plans, plans to which you were none the wiser but the less than silent way he moved about your house was hinting at something you should’ve seen coming all along.

“Yoohoo,” Damon sang as he threaded into your bedroom, being sure to brush his fingers over the drawers of your dresser as he approached you. “A little birdy told me that you were refusing to leave your room,” he explained lightly, scanning the bed to identify where you were under the sea of blankets and duvets before carefully sitting down next to you.

“Go away, Damon,” you mumbled, words barely audible as you pushed your face further into your pillow, the last thing you wanted was to face another man after the day you’d had- he knew this, of course, but it meant almost nothing to him, he was insistent on cleaning this mess even if it was not his, for once.

“That’s not on the cards, I’m afraid,” he tutted and was uncharacteristically gentle as he moved the duvet to reveal your face, smiling softly as he folded his legs over each other. “Want to tell me how much you hate him?” he suggested, and you offered a mere shake of your head in reply. “Want me to eat him?” that earned him a small scoff, your smile evident in the sound as you turned to see him, you didn’t truly mind that he was seeing you in your current state, which was one worthy of scaring off whichever replacement you could find, but despite your words you were actually quite happy that Damon was with you, he had a frustrating way of making you feel better even when you didn’t want to, but you were never planning on letting him know that.

“Men suck,” you noted, scrunching your nose when he brushed the hair from your face. “You make us feel all special and then you bail on us for prom,” you explained with a pout so prominent that it pulled at all your features, Damon humming softly in understanding.

Now, he hardly considered himself a sentimental man, but you were hurting and however silly the reason might seem in the grand scheme of things, he did consider it an almost personal challenge to take that pain away and if the cause was so simple then the solution was just as simple. And though he’d never dare admit it loud, he was never quite fond of the fella in the first place, not for even a second did he think he was worth even a minute of your time, even less so your tears.

“Well, you know, one of the many perks of being my best friend is that I’m always ready for a party,” he paused, smirking as you lifted your head. “I also look amazing in a suit,” he shrugged, watching with a familiar tilted brow as you realized what he meant, nearly jumping from your hiding place at the thought of it.

“Damon, are you saying you’ll be my date?” your voice was soft still, understanding that though he’d do just about anything for you, this wasn’t exactly his idea of the perfect way to spend his Friday night.

“Sure am,” he couldn’t deny the satisfaction of seeing you smile so purely, so freely, hardly understanding how something so little could make you so happy, but it did, and it filled him with an unfamiliar sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. “But,” he paused, feigning seriousness as you sat up. “You have to take a shower first, smelly pants,” you left your bed with an excited squeal, making it halfway to the bathroom before running back towards him.

“You’re the best,” you giggled, squeezing him tightly in a hug, too excited to notice the way he breathed you in lightly, kissing the side of your head as you pulled away. “Love you,” you noted with a scrunch of your nose, a million things to be done still running through your head as you skipped to the bathroom.

“Love you too,” he sighed, grabbing onto one of the stuffed bears he’d brought you over the years before falling back onto your bed, the poor man had no idea what he was signing up for, but he couldn’t truly bring himself to care just yet, as long as it made you happy, he’d sign up for just about anything.

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[delehosies]

happy birthday!!! can i request a birthday cake with a sweet fluffy hurt/comfort damon salvatore!! hope u have a amazing bday!

thank you so much love <3 hope that this is okay!

"Damon, I am perfectly fine." You protested, feeling his eyes burning through you with concern - it didn't matter to him that he had fed you his blood, that you were physically healed, he was worried. And there was very little that could be done to convince him not to worry. The two of you stood outside of the Salvatore home, bickering following a fight which Damon had very specifically asked you not to get involved in – you didn’t listen, and it ended with Damon having to heal you. 

Upon getting no response from him, you continued with your rant. “It was nothing that I couldn’t handle, and I have healed perfectly because of you. You have already done enough, I don’t need to be-” your sentence was cut off as you felt yourself being swept from the ground and held carefully in Damon’s strong arms, holding you as if you weighed nothing. “Babied...” you finished with a sigh, giving up with your protests and letting him carry you into the house.

He carried you upstairs to his room in silence, placing you down on his bed. “I asked you not to get involved, Y/N.” Damon sat besides you with a sigh, giving you a small smile – he wasn’t angry, just worried, just upset that you were willing to risk your life like that.

“I know.” You muttered, sighing to yourself. You reached over, taking his hand in yours. “I was worried about you, I just wanted to help, you know?” You realised the irony in your words as soon as you spoke, knowing that you quite possibly just made the situation worse. 

Damon gave you a small smile, his lips turning up slightly. “I can look after myself… and it’ll be easier if I’m not worrying about you too, hm?” He put his fingers under your chin, gently tilting your head up so that his gaze could meet your eyes. 

You let Damon take you in his arms again, holding you tightly against his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of your head before resting his chin against you. A sigh escaped from his lips, smiling as he began to rock you gently back and forth. “What are we gonna do with you, huh?”

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| breakfast |

damon salvatore x reader

request: waking up to damon making breakfast for you - @avalonicons

word count: 423

“Damon?” I open my eyes to sun rays traveling across the room. I’m in a king sized bed, with dark red sheets and a ginormous black comforter. The room is dark and spacious, like I remember from last night. There’s antique furniture that cover the walls and floors. I wonder how old these pieces are.

I sit up and straighten my hair. “Damon?” I ask again, wondering where he could be. I don’t remember much from last night, just Damon walking me to his room and tucking me into his bed. “I don’t ne- need to be babysat Damon.” I remember telling him as he covered me with blankets. “You’ll feel better in the morning, just uh… get some rest.” And that was the last thing I heard him say before I passed out.

I get up and walk towards the half opened door. Music is playing from somewhere but I can’t pinpoint where exactly. Stepping outside of the room, I walk into the hallway that leads to the living room. I don’t remember seeing this area of the house but it’s beautiful. Carved designs cover the ceilings and more antique furniture fills the room. It must’ve taken years to collect all of them.

Happy music blares through the air as I walk closer to what seems to be the kitchen. Damon is standing next to the countertop, mixing something in a bowl. The air smells like pancake mix and bacon. He looks out of place cooking, like he should have someone cooking for him instead.

He’s wearing a black opened button down shirt, exposing his defined chest and stomach. His skin looks smooth and soft like I would expect it to feel.

“Like what you see?” He smirks at me, I realize I’m just standing near the door frame awkward as hell.

“Hey, uh good morning.” I walk into the kitchen and sit across from him. I look down and see that i’m wearing a tank top and shorts, wondering where these clothes came from.

“How you feeling Princess? You had a rough night.” He smirks as he pours the pancake mix onto a pan.

“A little sore, but I don’t remember anything really. How’d I get into these clothes?”

He turns towards me again. “Found them in my closet. I have a small stash of women’s clothes.” He says causally.

I give him a confused look. “Don’t worry, they’re clean. And you changed into them yourself.”

Relieved, I look at my hands and gather some courage.

“So.. what happened?”

“Get comfortable princess because it’s one hell of a story.” He grins as he flips a pancake.

[imma-devil]

Girls & Boys - blurb

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x fem!reader x Ellaria Sand, Matt Murdock x fem!reader x Elektra Natchios, Damon Salvatore x fem!reader x Elena Gilbert,

Warnings: NSFW (Minors dni)

Tags: Threesomes (MFF), Bisexual [used as an umbrella term], switch!reader, food play, cunnilingus, fingering, shifting position, fainting, multiple orgasms, praise, degradation, bruises, making out, cum eating, oral fixation?, love bites, choking, finger fucking, cum shower, first time, teasing, little to no proofreading.

Word Count: 1,287

A/N: I have fed my bisexual fantasies, I will sleep good tonight. My third piece for Lazy Ghouls Spooktober under prompt 'threesomes.'

You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the characters belong to their original creators.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Both are vocal with their praises in adoration of you. 

Oberyn is far more doting in his praise, opting to whisper how good you make him feel in your ear or compliment your beauty while you ride him. When he’s between your legs, he likes to smother the compliments that flow from his lips into your clavicle… his Dornish accent growing heavier with each second he comes closer to release. 

Ellaria is different. She throws out compliments with the energy of a command, intertwining demeaning language in between. “You’re so good to me my pretty little whore~” she’d usher out between aches and moans as she rode your tongue. 

Oberyn and Ellaria both chose you, but let’s be honest… Ellaria is the one who really picked you. Oberyn loves all women and is willing to please the many if granted the choice. He treats you nicely, but it’s Ellaria who acts as if you belong to her. She parades you for all to see like you’re a prize. 

Ellaria often likes to watch Oberyn have his way with you. But you’re not innocent, you purposely give her lustful glances or all-out keep eye contact with Ellaria; no matter if Oberyn’s hips are snapping into yours or if he’s spending endless minutes between your legs tending to your core. 

When you do this, Ellaria more than likely just observes and smirks at your playful nature. But sometimes, if you push her too far, she’ll shamelessly lift her dress to toy with her heat with her fingers. She’ll make sure you can both hear her moans. 

Once Oberyn has worked you over the edge more than enough times, he’ll tend to his wife. He’d bend her over your torso, making sure you feel every thrust no matter how exhausted you are. 

When he cums, he makes sure to pull out so he can share his spend amongst you two. His ropes of cum coating Ellaria’s back and your tits. For good measure, he’d swipe through the white coat with his two fingers, just so that he could find it a place on your tongue. 

When one of your many escapades is finished, Ellaria feeds fruit platters by hand into Oberyn's mouth. But, don’t feel left out. Oberyn will be sure to cradle the ripe grapes or strawberry slivers between his teeth so that he can share them with you. He likes the taste mixture when he kisses you. 

Ellaria will get jealous. She’ll take over, kissing you so longingly that the night begins again. She’ll repeat mantras between heated breaths, “Mine” “You’re mine, little viper.”

Oberyn will watch contentedly for a little while before joining in on the fun. 

Matthew Murdock and Elektra Natchios

Matt will definitely be in a mood when you three finally get it on for the first time. He gets quiet, thrumming with energy that he can barely contain. Unable to quell the devil within him, especially with all the history that rests between him and Elektra. 

Elektra, who on the battlefield acts like a wild panther, is tamed to a house cat when under the attention of both you and Matt. She becomes pliable under Matt’s rough hands and reduced to whimpers when you work her sensitive bud with your tongue. 

Elektra becomes increasingly more sensitive with Matt’s hand around her throat, his hips rolling to meet hers, dragging out a moan from her lips with every thrust. After all, Matt typically liked to take things slow, opting to savor it. 

Matt would fight off release at the glide of your tongue on his shaft, prodding at his head in sparse intervals each time he unsheaths himself from Elektra’s cunt.

A frequent position revisited by the group has you on your back in missionary for Matt; Elekra mounting you with her back arched and ass presented. Matt plows into you from this position, his hands marking deep bruises into your hips. All while your hand reaches around Elektra’s thigh, plunging two fingers into her eager pussy. Elektra would be fucked dizzy from your fingers, trying to ground herself by latching her lips onto yours. 

Once you’d cum more than one time from Matt’s cock, he would switch to Elektra, fucking up into her with a speed that left her breathless. She wouldn’t be able to think, especially with you rubbing tight circles onto her clit. 

After Elektra cums, likely for a fourth or fifth time, she quite literally passes out. Every time this happens, you and Matt often dote on her. The two of you cleaning up, especially when looking after her. Matt would have a content smile resting peacefully upon his lips. 

Any time the three of you have sex, it likely ends in you and Matt having idle conversation before you all sleep the night off. When you wake, Elektra always makes a show of wearing Matt’s shirt. The article of clothing often looks like a dress on her tiny frame. 

Elektra would return to her sharp flirtations and witty remarks as if nothing happened. But you and Matt both know that you could reel her in with a few simple moves. 

Damon and Elena 

Elena is needy. The only way this works is if you accommodate that. So, be ready to have to direct your energy towards her in any relationship, including physical. But, lucky for you, Elena actually was okay with a threesome with her boyfriend’s best friend. Funnily enough, it was her idea. It would also be her first time with a partner of the same sex, as well as her first time having a threesome. 

When things started off, Damon sat in audience with a glass of bourbon; the buttons of his black shirt undone as he slumped into the couch. He mirrors a separate couch, there seated are you and Elena.

She kneels in front of you, her hands pressing into her thighs in a clear display of anxiousness. Even the rock music that plays faintly in the background doesn’t ease her nerves. 

You ask for her permission with every move; allowing you to comb your fingers through the silkiness of her straight hair, lifting her chin in a delicate hold, and placing cautious kisses on her plush lips. Eventually, her hands migrate to drape over your shoulders, signaling a slight release of her hesitancy. 

It's not long before Damon abandons his empty glass to sit behind her, gently kneading his fingers into her dainty shoulder blades. His mouth found its spot against the pulse point of her neck, leaving pink blemishes as he traveled up the length of her fair skin to linger below her jaw. 

Elena lifts her head to offer him room, growing heavy on her shoulders. You decide to reflect his actions, following what Damon knows to already be successful in wooing the Gilbert girl. Elena shivers at the sensation, not used to the second person. A faint whimper makes its way past her lips, to which you and Damon both smile.  

As the night progresses, you end up behind Elena’s back, the two of you lying on Damon’s bed in the boarding house. You support her weight as she leans into you. Damon stands at the bedpost, between her legs. He’s purposeful with his languid thrusts, which you accent with your fingers on Elena’s clit. Your other hand traces the curves of her body, slowly traversing the smoothness of her skin. 

Elena likes being pampered, and it shows in the arousal coating her legs. 

“Look at how wet you are,” Damon boasts with a mischievous glint. 

Elena is silent besides the moans that fill the room like a song, hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment.

[moremaybank]

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GREEDY (18+)

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INDULGE (18+)

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[saintsir4n]

A DARK TWISTED FANTASY

Blurbs/ Headcanons:

Hand Kisses

Jealousy

Blood

Fluff:

Affection

Pretty boy

Give me what I want

I want you

Mikaelsons go abroad 2 3

Barbie please

Meet the Mikaelsons

Mystic balls

Hair

Distraction

Smut:

Champagne

Three's a crowd

Angst:

I'm tired

I miss you

Bro

Uncover

Teasers:

The full moon

Natural Order

A New Beginning

ADTF TRAILER

My opinions:

Marriage in ADTF

Writing POCs into period pieces

Damon Salvatore

Problems with tvd

Bonnie Bennett's Style

[calummss]

1920s LOVE | KLAUS MIKAELSON

masterlist : part 2

summary: your cousins, the salvatore brothers, tell you to go straight home after school. an evil vampire has come to town and it’s too dangerous; so what happens when the original vampire appears in your house unannounced

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 1.9k

a/n: my first tvd imagine for literally the man i love the most. this fic has similarities to @frost-queen ‘s work as i requested the imagine to her before i started writing but i wanted to write it myself. so before you come at me she already knows as i asked her first!! :)

‘After that we miss our chance to make memories.’ You chimed with Bonnie and Elena, all of you smiling as the cool breeze filtered through your hair.

‘Caroline, I’m not that type of person and you know that!’ A giggle escaped your lips, your hands reaching for hers. ‘Besides, I promised Stefan that I’d go straight home after school.’

‘What even is he to you?’ Caroline pulled her most Caroline face ever.

‘Well he feels like my cousin, but technically he’s probably my great x1000 cousin or something. All I know is that I’m a Salvatore and that connects us.’

Caroline pondered for a moment, letting go of your hands and bracing herself. ‘Fine.’

You let out a breath.

‘But,’

You sighed.

‘You have to actually show up to the dance and not just for five minutes before disappearing with Jeremy to never be seen again.’

‘Fine.’ You threw your hands up in the air and walked away from the group. ‘I can’t wait Caroline! I’m going to have so much fun.’ You made fun of yourself, earning chuckles from the girls before they parted ways too.

Stefan, even though your cousin from hundreds of generations ago, acted like your big brother despite being your age (one could argue about that). Stefan and Damon felt more like brothers and that’s what you always referred to them as. Since you started living at the Boarding house and got told the type of lifestyle the brothers lived, they always made sure you were safe. You were truly grateful for that. Having someone actually care about your well-being and not just yell at you to bring food to the table even though you were only nine years old…it was family. But Stefan and Damon could be pushy when it did come to your safety. Especially since that really old vampire came to town and terrorised Mystic Falls’ supernatural citizens. Since you were a human; a human that knew of vampires and was friends with them so they didn’t want to take any chances. So like any other girl with overprotective brothers, you had no other choice but to go home.

You took your time walking back. The sounds of leaves rustling on the pavement. Red-orangey leaves tumbling across the cement. Whistling of the winds as it bolted through the trees.

You felt at peace. Peace you had longed for for a long time.

Arriving at the enormous house , you unlocked the door and threw your school bag next to the shoe rack, slumping your way down the hall, but someone caught your eye.

‘And you are?’ You asked the man whose eyes were glued onto you as you walked down the steps that led to the living room.

‘You don’t know me, love?’ The stranger cocked his head with a sneaky grin on his face.

‘No, otherwise I wouldn’t ask, dumbass.’

The man chuckled, slowly standing up and stepping forwards, ‘I’m Klaus Mikaelson, I think you might’ve heard of me.’

‘That scary old hybrid?’ You gasped, mouth wide open with a weird expression of positive surprise; but you weren't afraid.

‘In the flesh.’ He lifted his arms to his side, palms facing upwards like he stood in front of a civilisation that ought him to be a god.

‘No offence but I thought Klaus was some creepy old man…you're surprisingly hot.’ You confessed, ignoring the fact that you never spoke so directly to a stranger. ‘Well, I don’t know why you're here and I don’t think I care. I made food before I went to school so it should be done by now, do you want some?’ You walked past him, mumbling quietly, knowing he could hear you, and entered the kitchen where your tart from this morning stood.

‘How do I know that you won’t kill me?’ Klaus replied.

‘Well first, I actually don’t know how to kill you,’ you lifted your thumb and started to count the reasons. ‘I would be extremely dumb to even try and I really just want to know if my food tastes good.’

‘So not all the Salvatores are as dumb as the brothers.’ He relaxed his weight into one of the kitchen stools and eyed you up and down, scanning for something.

‘Is that a compliment or are you badmouthing me with mirroring words?’

‘I take that back.’

‘Arsehole.’ You scoffed and walked around the kitchen aisle to grab a plate from one of the cupboards.

‘So what exactly am I looking at,’ Klaus eyes the ceramic pan that you had set out on the island moments before, ‘it looks nice.’

‘It’s a strawberry tart with a layer of condensed whipped cream and a layer of red bean,’ you started to plate the first portion, ‘and before you start with ‘Red bean? oh my god that’s sooooo weird’, it’s a sweet type. Very popular in east Asia. It’s really good.’ You smiled at him and pushed a fork towards him. ‘I could never make something not tasty because I’m a good chef.’

Klaus chuckled, the corner of his mouth turning into a slight smile, yet his eyes were just as cold. Grabbing the fork you had placed before him, he took a piece with equal amounts of ingredients and placed it in his mouth.

You eyed him for a long second. He wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t frowning. He wasn’t doing anything. Klaus’ face was blank as the test sheet you had given Mr. Saltzman this morning in first period.

‘So?,’ your eyes still on his face, ‘is it good?’ you leaned in closer, eyes narrowing with a smile. You clicked with your tongue, index finger pointing at the so-called monster in joy, ‘Of course it is!’

Instead of answering your question, Klaus simply took another hit confirming the good taste.

‘I knew it!’ You drummed against the kitchen aisle, ‘Miss Salvatore could never fuck up a dish.’ Amused, you finally gave yourself a piece and enjoyed your tart. ‘So,’ you covered your mouth with your hand, ‘you’re a 1000 year old vampire that everyone’s scared of…why?’

‘I guess it’s because I’m an Original,’ he leaned forward, close enough to smell your scent, ‘Can I have another?’ He eyed the pan.

You nodded.

‘An original vampire,’ you nodded your head cooly. ‘That’s cool. But what brings you here? I doubt you’re vacationing in Mystic Falls. Anyone willing to do that must be boring and have no expectations,’

Klaus snickered in response, his intimidating yet charming eyes felt like they were pushing past your eyes. ‘I need something.’ He confessed.

‘What?’

‘Can’t tell you.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’ll tell your brothers.’ He ate the last piece of tart on his plate and leaned against the counter.

‘They’re more like my cousins,’ you grabbed his plate and set it in the skink, starting to clear things away. ‘Million times removed.’

‘You’re human?’ His tone changed but you couldn’t quite make it out. Did you suddenly fall into his power-play-game?

You hummed in response, turning back to him and sitting down on one of the barstools.

‘Do you like it?’ He asked, some sort of genuineness coating his words.

You hesitated for a second. No one had ever asked you before if you preferred the life you were living. Not even Damon asked you and he was the first to be in favour of turning humans for fun.

‘Sometimes I guess, but the thrill of wanting to be a vampire is overbearing at times.’ You took a sip of water, ‘Stefan and Damon said they’d only ever turn me if there was no other option.’ You took a long pause. ’I feel vulnerable as a human and a spark of confidence couldn’t hurt me, right?’

Klaus turned his head forward, chuckling. ‘I think you already have that spark of confidence you’re talking about, love.’

‘Can I ask you a question? Technically it’s two but,’

‘Go ahead, darling.’

Darling—…Stop.

‘Since you’re a thousand years old,’ you turned your body to him, ‘what’s your favourite decade or era you lived in? Like the Victorian era, Tudor age, all that…what’s your most favourite?’

Klaus lingered a smile, seeming almost smitten with your curiosity and sensing a passion for the past.

‘Maybe the 1920s,’ Klaus said, your eyes instantly lighting up. ‘The music, the people, the aura…it was a great time.’

‘I’m jealous,’ your face fell to a pout, swinging the last drop of water down your throat and reaching for the jug to refill your glass. ‘I wish I experienced the twenties,’

‘I think you would’ve loved the 1920s London party scene.’

‘And do you miss it? The past, I mean. Or do you prefer the modern world? I mean certain aspects are obviously for the better but it must be lonely when everything and everyone you knew ceased to exist…I think I’d become lonely.’

‘I have my family.’

‘But humans,’ you cleared your throat, ‘Vampires,’ you corrected yourself. ‘Nonetheless need different people around them. Otherwise we’d go mad.’

‘I’m already mad.’

‘I heard.’ You let out a suppressed laugh. ‘Well anyway, there’s a 1920s decade dance next week and I don’t know if I’ll go. Apparently Mystic Falls is becoming dangerous for humans and I should only go out if completely necessary.’ Shrugging your shoulders, you got up from your chair when the front door suddenly opened and in a matter of seconds Stefan and Danon were standing in the kitchen.

Damon immediately seized your upper arm with force, pulling you closer to him. He scanned your face, then your torso, arms, legs, to see if Klaus had hurt you or compelled you but he didn’t find a single scratch.

‘What?’ Klaus finally stood up and eyes the brothers up and down. ‘You think I’d harm such excellent company?’

‘What did you do?’ Stefan chimed him defensively.

You broke from Damon’s grib and walked to the other side of the kitchen aisle so that you were now between the men. ‘He didn’t do anything. We ate cake and talked. That’s it.’

Stefan eyed you for a while, but he could tell you weren’t lying and there was no reason for you to cover for him so he accepted the scene in front of him.

‘We have what you want, Klaus,’ Damon hissed, ‘but not here. Leave her out of this.’

Klaus turned his head to look at you. ‘Fine,’ now facing back at Damon. ‘but don’t fuck me over again or I will make this living hell for you.’

Stefan pushed forward, ‘We’ll talk outside.’

Klaus followed Damon, Stefan behind him and turned around one last time leaving you a tad puzzled, ‘It was nice to meet you, love.’

‘You too.’

*1 week later*

Ding ding, Doorbell.

Ugh, you rolled off the couch and stomped towards the door.

‘Caroline I said I’m not going. I can’t be arsed and—oh my god.’ You swung the door open not to reveal the blonde girl that had been nagging at you all week.

Instead it was him. Klaus Mikaelson.

‘I— Ehm— What are you doing here?’

‘I’m here to take you to the 1920s, love.’

[cauliflowertree]

hi!! could you write a blurb for damon salvatore x reader?? something just like fluffy and sweet and maybe cozy for the holiday season?? ty! <3

damon salvatore—all i want for christmas is you.

summary: a cozy night of christmas films.

word count: 0.4k

fanfic no. 038.

as a child, damon’s favourite holiday was christmas. it was the one time his family seemed truly happy, though he was sure behind the façade his mother was working hard to keep up, there was something more sinister going on like the rest of the year. but it was christmas time when he couldn’t see it.

as he grew older, holidays lost their charm. but once he became a vampire, hallowe’en became somewhat of a favourite of his. it wasn’t until he met y/n that christmas began to hold a special place in his heart again.

“elf or the santa clause?” you asked, kneeling before the dvd player in the salvatore house.

“both classics,” he hummed. “you pick.”

“but you know i always pick elf,” you laughed.

“i wouldn’t have let you pick if i wasn’t going to be happy with your choice,” damon smiled, readying the blankets for your return to the couch.

you shrugged, inserting the dvd into the player and grabbing the remote on your way back to the sofa. damon covered you up with a thick, woollen blankets before handing you your mug of hot chocolate topped off with whipped cream.

he tried to watch elf for the millionth time, but found himself distracted, as always, by you. no matter how many times you watched the movie, buddy the elf still had you laughing away. he adored the whipped cream stuck to your upper lip, how soft your jawline was so close to him, how your smile lines grew the more you laughed.

he felt, in some strange way, nostalgic for those christmas days of his childhood, and wished you could have seen him then, could have been a part of everything he once loved.

“you’re not even watching,” you said, looking over to damon.

“i’m sorry,” he replied, lifting a hand to your cheek and brushing the hair away from it.

“we can watch something else,” you suggested, but damon shook his head instantly.

“if you’re sure,” you hesitated, but damon insisted, so you turned the movie back on and snuggled into him.

damon sighed contentedly, reaching up to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands. now when you laughed, he felt it against his body, and wished more than anything that nothing could ever take this happiness away from the two of you.

and thinking of the long years ahead of him, watching elf each december with you in his arms, he smiled softly, watching buddy the elf declare his love in his father’s office.

and then, he leant down to kiss the crown of your head, whispering—“i’m in love with you, and i don’t care who knows it.”

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @bradleybeachbabe @velvetcloxds @flesh--amnesiac @nelleicrain @countrygal34

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

so since it was so much fun doing this last year i decided i'm going to participate again. and although i know it's only august right now, i figured it'd be best to start early considering i'll be writing a fic for every day this time.

rules/info:

so obviously, this will be 18+ ONLY

i will be posting a short blurb every day in october with a different kink and character and you'll be able to find a list detailing the days and kinks below.

they will be written for an afab reader and i will try to keep it mostly gender neutral. i will specify in the fic warning if any pronouns are used.

i will be accepting requests but i will also be choosing some of the characters myself.

you can find my rules for requesting here and a list of characters that i write for here.

all posts for this event will be tagged under #kinktober 2023.

enjoy!

day one - knife play - baby firefly

day two - cockwarming - vincent sinclair for @sillylittlereader

day three - begging - gavin ellis (the mule)

day four - praise kink - brahms heelshire

day five - hate sex - damon salvatore

day six - dry-humping - steve harrington

day seven - wax play - vincent sinclair

day eight - predator/prey - otis driftwood

day nine - semi-public sex - klaus mikaelson

day ten - somnophilia - max (the resident)

day eleven - corruption - loki laufeyson

day twelve - mutual masturbation - lawrence gordon for anon

day thirteen - blood kink - vincent sinclair for @sillylittlereader

day fourteen - bondage - adam stanheight for anon

day fifteen - mirror sex - shane walsh

day sixteen - temperature play - negan

day seventeen - choking - david (saw 0.5) for anon

day eighteen - marking - kai parker

day nineteen - face fucking - mark hoffman for anon

day twenty - roleplay - dean winchester

day twenty-one - hair pulling - dean winchester for anon

day twenty-two - phone sex - adam stanheight for anon

day twenty-three - spanking - adam stanheight for anon

day twenty-four - gun play - stu macher & billy loomis for @nimbusghoul

day twenty-five - pegging - dean winchester for anon

day twenty-six - thigh riding - bo sinclair

day twenty-seven - dubcon - adam stanheight for anon

day twenty-eight - degradation kink - negan

day twenty-nine - oral sex - amanda young for anon

day thirty - overstimulation - peter strahm for anon

day thirty-one - threesome - billy loomis & stu macher for @sillylittlereader

[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: Damon Salvatore- Sleepy, baby

Prompt #23 "Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream okay? None of it was real."

Things could have been worse, they could have been better. But things around Mystic Falls have always got you on your toes.

Y/n and I was no exception to that idea. The original had come and gone leaving a trail of bad accidents behind them.

Horrible things happened in the night that not every single Mystic Falls person knew about.

What worried me the most was that Y/n never honestly talked about the things she and we had been through. Y/n had at one point been kidnapped, captured, and tortured for the fun of it by Kol Mikaelson.

It had all come down to head. Kol wanted information that he thought Y/n had but she didn't, so he tortured her just for the fun of it.

When Stefan and I found her, she was bloody, battered, and broken. Limp sitting on a chair chained up to it. Her hair stuck to her sweaty body, her face plump with bruises and swelling.

For a few nights after the horrible events that Y/n went through she didn't sleep. To frightened by every single image that ran through her head when she closed her eyes.

When she finally did go to sleep, she hung to me like a baby with it's mother. Twitching in her sleep, and constatly trying to get closer to me.

She turned in her sleep one night, and slapped me in the face. Square in the nose, the pain was sharp and only lasted for a few seconds.

Instead of trying out to reach for me, she was trying get away from me. Scrathing and screaming to get away from me.

"Y/n, baby?" I said softly, trying to reach out to her. She was qucikly getting away from me, but wrapped in bed sheets it was harder for her to escape. Flinging hand and arms coming from all different directions.

I tired again reaching out to grab an arm or hand something to sooth her racing mind and horrible nightmare. She was hot nearly sweating as she slipped away from my grasps.

“Baby? Y/n please. It’s me, it’s Damon.” I said trying to aid in some sort of way. “I’m right here,” I said softly. She murmured in her sleep, voice cracking with every scream.

“Come here, just let me hold you.” I said grabbing her finally and wrapping both my arms around her before humming softly in her ear. Her squirming came to a slow stop as I felt her heart race again my chest.

With each passing minute that she rested on my chest the slow her breathing got and her heart beat got until finally she was complete calm within my hold.

"Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream okay? None of it was real." I said softly into her ear. “Just a bad nightmare.” I repeated as I combed my fingers through her hair.

She never once woke up fully. Staying within her closed off dreams. Never said a single word to me that night nor did she say anything in the morning when we woke up.

“It was just a nightmare, love.” I repeated almost every night for five months. Month by month they her dreams and nightmares let go of her sooner and sooner within the night. At one point the dreams just stopped and so did the nightmares.

[munson-mjstan]

10 characters/10 tags. Thank you for tagging me @xxhellfirebunnyxx I LOVE YOU MY DEAR!

1. Eddie Munson (I love him your honor)

2. Damon Salvatore (Woof!)

3. Katara (Fucking Queen!)

4. Tifa Lockhart (Notha Queen)

5. Yuna (SO MANY QUEENS)

6. Sora (My fucking son!)

7. Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield basically lol)

8. Levi Ackerman (Oh, Captain, my Captain!)

9. Zuko

10. Moana

Join in folks! (No pressure!)

@goldenbrownandtasty @munson-blurbs @lokis-army-77 @eiightysixbaby @melodymunson @keeponquinning @emmyshortcake @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @adrianmunson @taintedcigs

[may-moskowitz]

Who I write for!🤍

Cobra Kai:

- Eli (Hawk) Moskowitz

- Demetri Alexopoulos

- Miguel Diaz

I may write for the actors as well :)

The Vampire Diaries:

- Stefan Salvatore

- Damon Salvatore

- Katherine Pierce/Petrova

- Elena Gilbert (harsh maybe, she annoys the hell out of me tbh)

- Caroline Forbes

I may write for Paul and Ian as well, or any other characters they might play :)

Do’s and Don’ts for my page 🩷

Do’s:

Will write smut (I love it so pls don’t shy away from requesting it)

Fluff, headcanons, blurbs and discussions are welcome

Will write for any type of relationship; Gay, straight, poly etc.

Will write for trauma/mental health related issues

TVD - I’ll write about blood kinks if they’re requested

Also in terms of TVD, blood will obvs be mentioned… so I’m absolutely fine with writing abt it

BDSM related requests are accepted

Pretty much all works will be “x reader”, if there are certain pronouns you want used in a post then pls specify in your request!

Don’ts:

I will not write anything incest or pedophilic… absolutely no Stefan x Damon bullshit y’all

I won’t write anything involving piss/shit kinks, or anything extremely deviant

I will not write for Daniel, Johnny or Terry in CK + I will not write for the Mikaelson’s in TVD atp, just not super comfy with it!

I will not write about drug addiction or self harm, if I do it will be purely implicated or referred to in past tense

My masterlist 🩷