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voidpetrova · 8 months

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fading boundaries — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, possessiveness, slut-shaming — fluff

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synopsis: jeremy never should've allowed himself to fall for you. he was a hunter, and it went against his beliefs to fall for you, a vampire. his jealousy and hatred only grow when he sees that you've caught everybody's attention, not just his

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the moon hung low in the sky, casting a gentle silver glow upon the quiet streets of mystic falls. jeremy leaned against a lamppost, his gaze fixed on the mansion that stood at the edge of the town. his heart raced, a conflicted maelstrom of emotions swirling within him. he had never thought he'd find himself in this position, torn between duty and desire.

it had all started with a chance encounter. an innocent moment that had ignited a spark he couldn't ignore. you, a vampire, had entered his life, weaving a complex tapestry of emotions that jeremy struggled to unravel. his heart despised itself for succumbing to feelings he'd been taught to reject.

jeremy was a vampire hunter, trained in the art of tracking and eliminating the supernatural creatures that prowled the night. it was a duty passed down through generations of his family, a legacy that weighed heavily on his shoulders. but destiny had a way of blurring lines, and now he found himself drawn to the very beings he was supposed to hunt.

his thoughts were a whirlwind of self-loathing and confusion. every stolen glance, every shared moment—each one etched deeper into his soul. the undeniable truth was that he was falling in love with you, a vampire, an existence that clashed with everything he believed in.

and what stung even more was the knowledge that he wasn't the only one who held your attention. damon salvatore, with his devilish charm and enigmatic allure, had a way of commanding the room whenever he entered. and then there was stefan, the brooding and tortured soul, whose longing gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness straight into your heart.

jealousy gnawed at jeremy's insides, a bitter taste that he tried to ignore. he had seen the way you interacted with the salvatore brothers—moments that seemed to play out like a dance of secrets and shared histories. it made him question his place in your life, a place that seemed minuscule in comparison.

as he stood there in the moonlit night, jeremy's fingers clenched around the pendant that hung around his neck—a symbol of his lineage, a reminder of his duty. but the more he tried to push you away, the tighter the invisible thread between you two seemed to become.

his internal struggle was far from over, and the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty. little did he know that the intricate web of emotions and choices would lead him down a path of self-discovery, testing the boundaries of love, jealousy, and the blurred lines between right and wrong.

the salvatore mansion's grand ballroom was aglow with soft candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the ornate walls. it was one of those rare occasions when the town's supernatural residents and humans mingled under the same roof, an uneasy truce that brought tension to the air.

jeremy watched from a distance as the guests swirled around, their laughter and music blending into a symphony of decadence. his gaze shifted to you, standing near the center of the room, your elegance and beauty drawing the eye of everyone present, including his.

he clenched his jaw, a mix of emotions surging within him. tonight, he had told himself, would be different. he would keep his jealousy in check and try to find a way to coexist with the knowledge that he wasn't the only one vying for your attention. but fate had other plans.

stefan salvatore, his usually composed façade replaced with a smile that could charm even the most steadfast hearts, approached you. jeremy's heart tightened as he observed the scene unfolding before him.

“may i have this dance?” stefan's voice held a velvety quality that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace.

you smiled, your eyes meeting his. “of course, stefan.”

as you and stefan swayed to the rhythm of the music, jeremy's fingers clenched into fists at his sides. he had seen this before, the way stefan had an uncanny ability to draw people in, to make them feel like they were the center of the universe. but right now, it was you who had his attention, and that was something jeremy was finding increasingly difficult to accept.

he turned away, his breath coming in short, frustrated bursts. he walked briskly toward the balcony, seeking the solace of the cool night air. the night sky stretched out before him, stars twinkling overhead like distant, unattainable dreams.

“hey.”

the voice behind him made jeremy's muscles tense. he turned to find damon leaning casually against the balcony railing, a glass of bourbon in his hand.

“damon,” jeremy muttered, his tone guarded.

damon arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a half-smile. “trouble in paradise?”

jeremy's jaw tightened, but he remained silent.

damon took a sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on jeremy. “you know, jealousy doesn't suit you, kid.”

jeremy's eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and vulnerability. “what do you know about it?”

damon's gaze softened slightly. “more than you might think. look, there's a lot you don't understand about this world, about us.”

jeremy's fists clenched again, his frustration mounting. “and what? you're here to offer me some kind of wisdom?”

damon's tone turned serious. “i'm here to remind you that life's too short to let jealousy eat you alive. if you care about her, you'll figure out a way to deal with it. otherwise, you're just gonna end up miserable.”

jeremy's anger was replaced by a mix of resignation and realization. he stared out at the night sky, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.

as the party continued inside, jeremy took a deep breath, letting damon's words sink in. it was a battle within himself that he needed to confront—a battle between his feelings for you and the jealousy that threatened to consume him.

jeremy's frustration simmered beneath the surface, an undercurrent of emotions that he struggled to contain. he turned his gaze back to the ballroom, his eyes finding you still dancing with stefan. the jealousy that had been a constant companion flared into something more potent—a raging fire that threatened to consume him whole.

he clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to regain his composure. the music seemed to mock him, the cheerful notes contrasting starkly with the turmoil within his heart.

“still having your pity party?”

the voice that interrupted his thoughts was familiar, and yet, it grated on his already frayed nerves. damon had followed him once more in order to keep an eye on him, his piercing gaze assessing jeremy's clenched stance.

his jaw tightened, his resentment aimed at both damon and the situation. “why do you even care?”

damon's gaze held a mixture of exasperation and something else—something jeremy couldn't quite decipher. he gave a casual shrug. “just thought you could use some company out here. you seem a bit on edge.”

jeremy's frustration bubbled over. “you're not helping, asshole. if you wanna be helpful, stay out of my business.”

damon's eyes glinted mischievously, his lips curling into a faint smile. “oh, come on, don't be like that. it's a party. let loose a little.”

jeremy's patience wore thin, his anger bubbling to the surface. “i don't need your advice, and i definitely don't need you interfering.”

damon's smile only widened, his gaze flickering to the ballroom. “speaking of which—”

before jeremy could react, damon turned away and strolled back into the ballroom. he seamlessly joined you and stefan on the dance floor, his presence commanding attention. jeremy watched as damon skillfully guided you through the dance, his movements smooth and calculated.

stefan's laughter mixed with the music, and you seemed caught between the two salvatore brothers, your eyes flickering between them as you danced.

damon's voice, dripping with charm, reached jeremy's ears as he exchanged flirtatious banter with you. “you know, you really know how to light up the room.”

stefan's response was equally playful, his voice laced with innuendo. “oh, damon, flattery won't get you everywhere.”

you laughed, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “boys, you're both shameless.”

damon's eyes held a challenge as he twirled you. “can you blame us? when a stunning girl like you graces us with her presence?”

stefan chimed in, his fingers brushing against yours. “it's impossible not to be captivated.”

jeremy's anger surged, a mix of jealousy and rage burning within him. he had to clench his fists to keep from storming into the ballroom. the sight of you being courted by both stefan and damon ignited a fire in him that he couldn't ignore.

the dance continued, each word exchanged between you, stefan, and damon stoking jeremy's fury. he felt like an outsider, an observer to a scene that was slowly driving him to the edge.

finally, the dance came to an end, but the tension in the air lingered. damon and stefan shared a knowing smirk, leaving jeremy seething on the balcony.

as the two of them sauntered away, he stood there, his heart racing and his emotions in turmoil. he had never felt so powerless, so consumed by jealousy. the night air did little to soothe his frayed nerves, and he was left grappling with the realization that the battle for your attention was far from over.

the moon cast a silvery glow over the deserted alleyway, the shadows playing tricks on the eyes. jeremy leaned against a brick wall, his jaw clenched as he watched you approach. the tension between you two was palpable, a result of the animosity that had grown between vampire and vampire hunter.

“jeremy,” you greeted, your tone laced with a mix of amusement and condescension. “what brings you to the dark side of town? looking for a quick fix again?”

he shot you a glare, his eyes narrowing. “just figured i'd see what you're up to. not like i've got anything better to do.”

you chuckled softly, your lips curving into a sardonic smile. “ah, the illustrious life of a vampire hunter. must be quite the thrill.”

jeremy's fists tightened, his irritation evident. “more thrilling than a never-ending existence, i'd say.”

you raised an eyebrow, a spark of challenge in your gaze. “at least i don't have to worry about growing old and wrinkled.”

he retorted with a smirk, his sarcasm matching yours. “yeah, immortality does wonders for the complexion.”

the banter continued, each word exchanged between you a careful dance of barbs and retorts. the animosity that had grown between vampire and vampire hunter was a thick fog that enveloped the conversation, masking the underlying currents of tension.

you tilted your head, your tone mocking. “so, what's the plan, jerm? lure me into a trap, perhaps? or maybe you're here to try and convince me to give up my evil ways”

his gaze held a mix of defiance and frustration. “i don't need to convince you of anything. your track record speaks for itself.”

you chuckled, your laughter like a cool breeze on a summer night. “ah, jeremy, always the charmer. it's a wonder you haven't won over every vampire in town with your winning personality.”

his eyes flared with anger, his patience wearing thin. “says the vampire who can't seem to resist dancing with every salvatore brother in sight.”

the mention of the salvatores seemed to strike a chord, your expression flickering for a moment before you masked it with a smirk. “jealousy doesn't suit you, little gilbert. but i must admit, it's quite the entertainment watching you try to keep up.”

he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “at least i'm not pretending to be something i'm not.”

you took a step closer, your gaze locking onto his. “and what's that, exactly? the tortured soul with a chip on his shoulder?”

jeremy's voice turned cold, his words a dagger aimed at your heart. “better than being a bloodsucking slut.”

you laughed, the sound echoing through the alleyway like a haunting melody. “oh, jeremy, you have no idea what you're missing out on.”

as the tension between you two continued to escalate, the words you exchanged were like a battlefield of wit and resentment. the lines between enemies and allies were blurred, the unspoken emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

and as the moonlight bathed the alley in its silvery glow, the clash of wills between vampire and vampire hunter seemed to echo the timeless struggle between light and darkness.

the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filled the dimly lit bar, a familiar meeting place for the residents of mystic falls. the entire gang had gathered there for a rare moment of respite, a chance to unwind amid the constant chaos that seemed to engulf their lives.

you stood by the pool table, a cue stick in hand as you lined up your shot. the sharp crack of the balls echoed through the air as you sank one into a corner pocket. stefan, ever the gentleman, approached from behind, a smile playing on his lips.

“nice shot,” he remarked, his voice laced with admiration.

you turned to him, a playful glint in your eyes. “thanks, stef. guess i have a natural talent for handling sticks.”

stefan's grin widened, his charm evident. “oh, i'm sure you do. but the real question is, can you handle the pressure?” you bit your lip, locking eyes with your favorite vampire. “how about you give me some pressure worth handling?”

his laughter mingled with yours, the two of you sharing a moment that seemed to ignite a spark in the air. as you lined up your next shot, the flirtatious exchange continued, the chemistry between you and stefan undeniable.

jeremy, nursing a drink at the bar, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of irritation and jealousy. the snarky remarks you and stefan exchanged felt like a constant reminder of his own frustration, a reminder of the feelings he was desperately trying to suppress.

damon, leaning against the bar beside jeremy, chimed in. “looks like our friend jeremy here could use a bit of that playful banter in his life.”

jeremy shot him a glare. “i'd rather not engage in childish games.”

damon raised an eyebrow, his smirk never fading. “pity, really. you're missing out on all the fun.”

as the night wore on, the tension between you and jeremy seemed to escalate with every sarcastic barb. the energy was thick with resentment and a tangled web of emotions, a battle of words that had become a battlefield of its own.

elena, sensing the growing hostility, exchanged a concerned look with bonnie. with a knowing glance, elena approached her brother, her expression firm yet empathetic. “you need to talk to her, jeremy.”

he looked at her incredulously. “why would i do that?”

elena's gaze softened, her voice gentle. “because this jealousy isn't healthy, and it's only getting worse. you have to be honest with yourself and with her.”

jeremy's gaze hardened, his anger still simmering. “why does it even matter?”

elena's voice was steady. “because you can't keep pretending that your feelings for her don't exist. it's not fair to either of you.”

with a sigh, jeremy leaned against the bar, his defenses crumbling. he watched as you shared another flirtatious smile with stefan, the jealousy gnawing at him like a persistent ache.

finally, he approached you, his expression a mix of vulnerability and frustration. “can we talk?”

you turned to him, your gaze cool but curious. “sure, if you can handle a conversation without your usual bitchiness.”

he nodded, the tension between you two palpable. as you stepped away from the pool table and found a quieter corner, the echoes of the bar's chaos faded into the background.

the corner you found was dimly lit, the ambient noise of the bar fading into a distant murmur as you and jeremy faced each other. the tension between you was increasing, an unspoken storm of emotions swirling in the air.

jeremy cleared his throat, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “look, i know I've been an asshole, and I've said a lot of things i didn't mean. but the truth is—i've been struggling with something i didn't want to admit.”

you arched an eyebrow, your voice laced with skepticism. “and what's that, jer?”

he took a deep breath, his voice earnest. “i've been jealous. jealous of the attention you get, especially from stefan. i've been hiding my feelings behind snarky comments and sarcasm, but the reality is—i care about you. more than i should.”

your gaze softened, the walls around your heart beginning to crumble. his honesty was unexpected, and it touched something within you that you had been trying to bury.

“you know, jeremy,” you said softly, “it's not easy being a vampire in a world where vampire hunters exist. there's a constant struggle to reconcile who i am with what i've become.”

he nodded, his expression understanding. “i get that. i do. and maybe that's why i've been pushing you away, because i couldn't handle my own conflicting emotions.”

you took a step closer, the distance between you closing. “so, what now?”

jeremy's gaze locked onto yours, his voice steady. “i want to stop pretending. i want to stop fighting what i feel, even if it means admitting that I'm not as strong as i thought.”

a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that's a start.”

before either of you could say another word, the tension that had been building between you erupted into a fiery passion. his lips crashed against yours, a mixture of longing and pent-up emotions spilling over in the form of a scorching kiss.

the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of you in that moment. it was a kiss fueled by months of frustration, desire, and a newfound honesty that had broken down the barriers between you.

when the kiss finally ended, you both pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed. the air was charged with electricity, the connection between you stronger than ever before.

“wow,” jeremy muttered, his voice a mixture of surprise and wonder.

you grinned, your heart pounding in your chest. “yeah, wow.”

the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, a promise of what could be if you both chose to let go of the past and embrace the uncertain future.

as you stood there, hand in hand, the possibilities stretched out before you like an open road. the complexities of your emotions were no longer a barrier, but a bridge—a bridge that could lead to something unexpected, something beautiful, and something worth the risk.

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bloodypeachblog · 1 year

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The Tumblr Yandere Quintet (Peter, Sunny Day Jack, John Doe, Damon, and Alan Orion) - my personal headcanons SFW + NSFW

(TW: blood, knives, death, cannibalism, anything associated with yanderes will most likely be here, so you've been warned)

A/N: btw they coexist in the same universe here. Like, let's say they all live together in a house with Y/N. Why? Because I can. Also this is all F!Reader, so yeah.

~♡~Peter~♡~

• He is shy boi when it comes to you. He acts confident, but underneath he is lowkey panicking.

• But towards others, he is brat. Just, burns and roasts up the wazoo. It's like the person flips the switch and activates his bitch mode.

• he loves playing video games, anything that seem interesting to him. He loves Dead by Daylight and his favorite role is the killer.

• True Crime Aficionado. He listens to podcasts, watches documentaries and movies and YouTube videos, he knows serial killers' stories like the back of his hand.

• he can cook and bake pretty well. He's not Gordon Ramsay levels of good, but he very rarely makes a bad dish. He likes to make food for you and watch your reactions to it.

• as a boyfriend, he is such a hopeless romantic. Roses, poems, serenades (he's not confident in his singing voice, so he plays songs that say whatever he's feeling and sends you the youtube link to listen to them, or just blaring them on the radio outside your window), the whole shebang. Of course, he's not obnoxious about it. Just enough to make you swoon.

• You guys know that old famous photo of a soldier kissing his girlfriend after WW2? Yeah, Peter loves doing that to you.

• pet names for you: Darling, Honey, Baby, Princess, Angel. Basic stuff.

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• he likes to nibble on your ear. He loves your reactions to it.

• guy is a straight-up pervert. He'd grope you when you're alone and make dirty jokes. You'd blush tomato red each time.

• angel on the streets, devil in the sheets. More like incubus in the sheets. He will find ways to make you moan his name.

• WHAT DAT TONGUE DO THO? OH LAWD Seriously, when he eats you out, you swear you can feel the very tip of his tongue brush against your cervix.

• favorite positions are missionary, mating press, and doggy style. But he likes oral too, both sides. He loves feeling your warm mouth taking in his cock, he struggles not to cum right then and there. He loves your taste, he can't get enough of it.

•some nights he can be gentle, other nights he'll fuck you into the dirt.

• his cock is about 5.6 inches, good thickness. Not the dick of the gods, but still something to brag about. Very pretty, too.

• Knifeplay? On you, depends on if you're into it or not. On him, FUCK YEAH. He fantasizes about you using a knife to write your name on his chest. Getting cut gives him the biggest hard-on, he'd be already dripping pre-cum. And if you lick the cuts? Oh, this man will cum immediately.

• Anal? Hell yeah. If you're okay with it, of course.

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~♡~Damon~♡~

• He's more chill and laid back. Also he's emo. Because I said so.

• He likes listening to music. He likes any genre, but he tends to leans towards emo bands, stuff from Lapfox Trax, and metal. But you play a country song, he will destroy the radio or debate on murdering the artist.

• He wears his puffy coat almost 24/7. I say almost because he can't wear it in the shower. He loves to share it with you, the whole two person in one coat thing couples do.

• he's a cuddle bug, but won't admit it. If you tease him about it, he'll deny it and blush.

• he acts like a kuudere to others, if not annoyed. But when with you, he's so sweet. He'd give you his umbrella if it's raining and you didn't have one.

• Dude can cook, if you can call preparing instant ramen in the microwave 'cooking'.

• This guy loves meat and chewing on bones, so I bet he is also a secret cannibal, but only eats his victims. Gotta get rid of the bodies somehow! He has Peter help with preparing and cooking the meat, but Damon never says where he got it. Peter knows, though, but he don't really care.

• pet names for you: Babe, Sweetie, Lovely

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• Favorite positions are you on top, and the position where you're on your stomach and he has your arm behind your back.

• He is SO loving and gentle most of the time. He just wants to make sure you're getting enough. You will cum many times before he even finishes.

• but once in a while, expect to be sore in the morning, some bruises here and there from how much he grips you.

• master of seduction right here. He will whisper in your ear the sweetest yet dirtiest stuff, maybe some erotica limerick/sonnet he found online. His voice is so smooth it makes your core tingle just by hearing it.

• his dick is pretty average, but it's not a bad thing. It gets the job done just fine and you're not complaining.

• he does have a bondage fetish. He loves to tie you to the bed and on special occasions, like your birthday, he'll tie himself up and let you do whatever you want.

• Anal? Nah. Unless you beg for it.

• dude loves meat, so... he has a dolcett fetish. (Don't know what it is? ...eh google it, I'm not your mom. But don't say I didn't warn you.) He never acts on it really [he may eat people, but he doesn't get off to it because he feels like he'd be cheating on you], but his phone and laptop has a folder with hundreds of pics/videos of dolcett porn. Sort of a guily pleasure fetish, emphasis on the pleasure.

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~♡~Alan~♡~

• He is such a good boi. Sweetest boi in the world. Pure sugar cookie.

• he is the outdoorsy guy, hunting, fishing, camping, all that stuff. Dude lives in the woods.

• he's the one who brings home fish or game for dinner. Preps it himself in the garage. Expect to find some deer or birds hanging from the ceiling.

• he's a pro at bonfires. Knows all the different ways to burn wood.

• Cooking? He prefers to grill or cook over a fire. He sometimes indulges in Damon's choice of meats, but no one ever tells him what it is. So don't tell him. It'd break the guy...

• he is such a sweetheart. Asking if you're feeling ok, if you need any help with anything, just so considerate. Heavy follower of PDA.

• unashamed cuddler. When you two go camping, he has you in the same sleeping bag as him.

• HUGE astrology and astronomy nerd. He will talk your ear off about the star constellations and tell you your horoscope of the day and if you are compatible with him or anyone else in the group.

• pet names: Doe-Eyes, darling, honey, dear, love

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• he's more on the gentler side of things. Perfect candidate for your first time. He will comfort you if it hurts and praise you so much.

• favorite positions are where he can look at you splayed out and writhing in pleasure. Mostly missionary.

• man is a pussy eater. On bad days, he gives you puppy dog eyes and asks to eat you out. With those eyes, you can't help but say yes.

• he likes to nibble and bite. Favorite place to bite is your thighs. He can leave marks, but never breaks skin. If he does, he'll stop and patch you up.

• his cock is the smallest in the group, but not in general. It's pretty average, nothing to complain about. He's a grower, not a shower. You secretly find his cock (both erect and flaccid) adorable, but you never say that to his face.

• does he do anal? Only if you ask him to, but even then, he's hesitant. He will make sure you're prepped well.

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~♡~Jack~♡~

• the ray of sunshine in the group. Always trying to cheer people up.

• he loves to give hugs any time, any day, any where

• he is such an 80s retro nerd. He has a collection of games and movies from that era. Favorite movies are The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Favorite arcade game is Dragon's Lair or Pac-Man.

• definitely the fashionista of the group. He loves to create outfits for you to wear, making sure the colors compliment each other. He does this for the other guys too, but some are not sure how to feel about it.

• dude is the kind of guy who would wear a nun's halloween outfit as his costume for reals and awaken some people while wearing it. He makes any outfit sexy.

• Cooking? He prefers to bake. Champion at breakfasts. Favorite thing to make is blueberry pancakes.

• Himbo. Just. Pure grade-A himbo.

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• bruh, this man will be cheery and bubbly during the day, total daddy at night. Holy shit.

• he will show you that you are his and only his. He's only sharing you with the other guys just to make you happy.

• man's got a body like Adonis. He's got a chest where he got man tiddies.

• his cock? HOLY FUCK. He's the biggest out of the group and he has to force his way inside you sometimes (this is canon, I swear, I've seen that clip). It is downright BEAUTIFUL. You swear, he is some sort of god.

• his favorite positions are 1) where you're both on your sides, him behind you, lifting your leg so he can plow you while kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings and dirty shit in your ear. And 2) that position where you're on your belly and he is behind you, raising your ass to him and he has your arm pinned behind your back.

• he is definitely heavy on the praise. He sees you as a goddess. Expect him to make you cum multiple times before he even gets inside you, just to make sure you're putty in his hands and ready for him.

• does he do anal? Fuck yeah he does. But he's very careful about it and only does it when you say it's ok.

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~♡John♡~

• and then there's John.

• he's just a crack baby.

• sorry, John Doe stans. I just couldn't get that much on this guy.

• he's essentially the pet dog of the group. But it's fine, he's into that.

• he's pretty much a feral animal.

• is fueled by energy drinks and Doritos.

• he LOVES when Damon feeds him the special meat he's collected. He gobbles that shit up.

• dude snuggles you like a puppy. He can be cute and sweet when he wants to, don't get me wrong here. Puppies are always sweet and cute.

• hates baths. Y/N has to chain him to the tub in order to bathe him.

• usually stays in his room. He plays Call of Duty with Peter and loves to watch zombie movies. Favorite movie is Cannibal Holocaust and City of the Living Dead. Ruggero Deodato, Lucio Fulci, and George A Romero are his idols.

• Cooking? No idea how. Anything already prepared is perfect for him.

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• you into werewolf quality sex? John's your guy.

• expect tons of nail marks and bites all over you once you're done.

• man will make you bleed.

• some nights, the guys will hear you yell "CHILL THE FUCK OUT!!" from your bedroom.

• he will almost eat you alive, he's that feral.

• Does he do anal? Duh.

• favorite position is you up against the wall.

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Yandere Quintet Dynamics

Peter & John Doe: Gaming buddies

Jack & Alan: Big bro (Jack), little bro (Alan)

Peter and Damon: Constant dick-measuring (metaphorically, of course) at first, but now partners in crime (oh they'll double-team ya). They like discussing true crime stuff, enough to where they have a podcast.

Damon & John Doe: Man (Damon) using dog (John Doe) to hide evidence.

Jack & Peter: total nerd buddies. Trivia night is horrible with them.

Jack & John Doe: kid being terrified of dogs (Jack), rabid dog (John Doe)

Alan & Peter: another big bro (Peter), little bro (Alan) dynamic.

Alan & John Doe: hunter (Alan) and his hunting dog (John Doe)

Jack & Damon: guy (Damon) is annoyed by the other guy (Jack), but secretly enjoys his company.

Damon & Alan: same deal as Damon and Jack, but Damon will kill anyone trying to hurt or be mean to Alan.

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Aaaaand that's all she wrote! Hope you enjoyed this feast!

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davinashifts333 · 1 year

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JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES

(DAMONXWITCH!READER):

⚫️summary; You had know Damon & Stefan for over 100 years and have been secretly seeing Damon since he got back to Mystic Falls, You being there already with Stefan just made it easier for him to be near her & to enjoy himself with You. However, him letting his guard down to the only person that he’s ever truly loved? A bit dangerous.

⚠️warnings; smutty, implied smut, horny!Damon because why not, swearing, implied nakedness, blood, etc. 18+ ONLY!!

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The sheet draped over your bare body as Damon drew shapes on your legs. You stirred in your sleep as the after effects of the long night prior came to light. Body sore in the best way possible, his touch so familiar yet still sent shocks through you.

“Damon. Mmm.” You hummed as he mimicked the noise that escaped you.

“Yes Princess?” His signature smirk crawled onto his face as his eyes found their way to yours. You laid there for a moment, taking in the perfectly chiseled features he had been blessed with until a knock interrupted you both. Stefan.

“Hey Y/n! Time to go if you wanna make first period!” He shouted as he made his way back to his room down the hall.

“Got it! Thanks! Shit shit shit. I missed my alarm. I gotta go.” You pulled the sheet to cover yourself as you frantically searched for anything to wear. But, little to your dismay your body was suddenly under Damons once again, air knocked out of your lungs as he kissed your so softly yet with such hunger.

“Da- Hey! I have to go! You heard him i’m gonna miss first period if I don’t hurry.” You struggled to get out as Damon planted kisses down your neck and chest.

“Just five more minutes baby, please. You know I hate begging.” He mumbled against your skin. Your hands found their way into his raven locks as he found his way down your torso.

“Okay enough! I seriously have to go now and if we just end up fucking again, i’ll never leave this bed.” You said a bit harshly. He leaned back holding his head above yours.

“Fucking? You do know I don’t just

fuck you right, Y/n?” He sounded somewhat offended in a sense & you sat up to face him.

“Well isn’t that what we do? Just a couple of friends who have been friends with benefits for over a hundred years?” He scoffed getting up to grab a blood bag from the mini fridge in your room. You had conveniently put it there for him specifically. He sighed as he finished and turned to you. A bit of blood still on his chin.

“Damon? Are you okay?” You already knew the answer but never expected for his response to end the way it did.

“Let’s see Y/n. The girl I have been in love with for over a hundred years thinks I only fuck her for fun and doesn’t notice that I give myself to her entirely. So no, I am not okay.” He sits on the edge of the bed, head hanging low as he somewhat regrets the erratic confession he had just made.

“The girl you’re in love with huh? Well. Does the guy i’m in love with know that there’s no one else i’ve ever laid with and let touch me the way he does? Does he not notice the ways I have even made it easier for him to stay longer? The bite marks on my body from him that I adore every time I look in the mirror the morning after?” Silence fell as he was now sitting up straight, head filling with thoughts he had never had.

“Does he know how passionately I love him while he lays between my legs with his head in my chest? Or how a fire builds when his fingers dance on my skin? How about this. When I lay here and pray to every god out there that he whispers that he loves me back so I can finally call him mine?” He turns to you and goes to say something but before he can, you connect your lips to his.

“I do. Mmm. Of course I love you. God!” He says between breaths. Lips melting into one another as you lay back into the huge comforter.

“Skip class for me? Stay with me longer, I don’t want this to end.” He begged you as he laid on your bare chest. Your hands finding his only to have him interlock your fingers.

“How could I say no to you after what just happened? Of course i’m staying Damon. Forever.” You said as he smiled back up at you, lifting you up into his lap earning a fit of giggles from you. Safe to say you never made it to school and Stefan had a hell of a time learning the news when he got home.

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iaintlithuanian · 10 months

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Hurt || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader

Summary: Damon was known for having a short fuse, even going as far as to kill Jeremy,but he never thought he would ever do anything to you.

Warnings: physical abuse (one off but still bad!), swearing,

My requests are open! Feel free to ask for anything!

Master list

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As a human, you think your at the top of the food chain. And you are. That is until you find out about the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, witches. But in reality that is a whole other chain. And you as a human are at the bottom. Unlike Matt you would die to be a vampire, it had been a dream since you were a child. And now that you know of the supernatural it would be handy to be one, considering it puts you at risk when you get caught up in the drama. Especially when your dating the eldest Salvatore brother. Your at risk constantly, and it’s not like Damon would have a problem with turning you, just everyone else does. Long story short, your a weak human on a team full of the supernatural. You think of this regularly, mostly when your waiting for Damon to arrive home. Which is what your doing now. The tv draws you away from any other thoughts as an interesting topic comes up.

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Your head snaps to the door as you hear it open. A smile spreads across your face seeing Damon walk through the door, but straight past you and to the liquor. No “hey baby” or any sign of acknowledgment. He just walked straight past you as if you hadn’t existed. Your face dropped as you turned to look at him from the sofa. He was pouring a whole glass of bourbon instead of the usual half.

“Bad day?” You question your head tilting slightly to the right. He gulped the drink down in one go and began pouring another, completely ignoring your question. “Damon?” You tried catching his attention again. “You alright?” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what could be wrong apart from the usual drama. “You gunna answer or leave me guessing?” He glances at you with cold eyes, his expression darkening as he took a swig of his second glass, then swallowed the rest and beginning to pour his third glass. “Isn’t that a bit much-”

“Will you just shut up!” He screamed, taking a few steps forward. You flinched and stood up, your face hardening not about to let him talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” You inquired, moving around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate you. “I was just asking if you were ok!” You argued pointing a finger at his chest. “Get you head out of your own ass for one second please!” You begged sarcastically, and saw his face twist in anger.

“I don’t need you looking out for me! Just leave me alone for one second!” He screamed in your face, “god your so god damn clingy! It’s like your stuck by my fucking side 24/7!” You felt your face extort into a sad expression. Tears welled in your eyes at his words. You just cared about him was all! He began to laugh “wow! Now your fucking crying! Get over yourself! You aren’t that important!” He took a few steppes forward, you mimicked his actions but backwards till you were up against the sofa. “You know who is more important than you right now?” He seethed, and you knew who he was going to say, and it was true but it was still going to hurt. “Elena!” he dragged dragged out her name and he pointed a finger at your chest. “You” he paused, knowing Damon, probably for effect. “You mean nothing right now! Klaus isn’t after you! And you can’t help anyone! Even Donovan is more useful than you!” He laughs slightly at the end of his exclamation. You frown.

“You just drunk, you don’t mean that.” You murmur but you know he heard you.

“Oh I mean it, I’m sick of you.” He says slowly.

“Your such a fucking liar!” You scream suddenly, taking him back for a second and you decide to play the only card you can, even though it’s over between him and Elena, you know he had his doubts about their relationship. And this was an all time low for you to go but he had hit a nerve.”you’ll are and always will be the bad guy! No matter how hard you try!” You get in his face, his expression hardens and more and her seeped into his eyes. “That why Elena never loved you not even Katherine did, it will always be Stefan, who knows maybe I’ll go to him next! Seems every girl ends up with him instead of you!” You would never be with Stefan, he was like a brother to you, but it would work in your advantage. But his next actions were unpredictable even to you.

Suddenly you were smashed into the wall Damon in-front of you holding your wrists above your head. You couldn’t feel your hands from the searing pain in your wrists, your eyes welled up as he looked at you with pure hatred.

“Shut the fuck up.” He seethed.

“Damon” you whimpered, he didn’t listen. “Damon let go!” You begged but it didn’t faze him. “Damon your hurting me! You cried and you saw his eyes soften but his grip remained tight. “Damon! Let go it hurts!” You tried to tug yourself free. His grip loosened and he backed away.

“Baby?” He tested, watching as you winced touching your wrists. “I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I had a bad day and then you wouldn’t stop talking-” you cut off his rambling.

“That’s no excuse” you muttered your face contorted in pain.

“I know” he stated looking at you with sympathy. “Can I see?” He whispered. You nodded and walked closer to him. He took your hands in his and studied to already deep bruises. “Y/n im so sorry” se muttered kissing your wrists gently. He knew it would take a lot for you to forgive him and become comfortable and feel safe around him again but he was willing to try. “Can you forgive me?” He looked into your eyes.

“yeah. But it might take some time okay?” You asked and he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m willing to wait”

#damon salvarote #x reader #angst #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #human reader #reader instert #damon x reader #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x y/n

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calummss · 2 years

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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.’

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 1 year

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can u write something where kai & the reader r using knife play on each other omg & blood sharing like the reader is a vampire or something that is so hot

The Red Means…

Pairing : vamp!reader x kaiparker

Warnings : mentions of blood, blood sharing, wearing, mentions of magic, choking, blood drinking, overstimulation, knife play, smut, swearing

Word Count : 5.7k

A/N :

Kai and Blood Sharing??? Kai and Knife kink??? I haven’t heard of a better idea ever in my life <3 this has been in my drafts for far too long and I haven’t posted in literally forever and I’m so sorry about it<333 but I hope you loved enjoy, this might be my longest piece yet too!

If there was a lesson you would have loved to learn before today, it would be not to snoop around in a witch's garden.

Which is exactly what you did. Which is why you were in the exact position you were right now. Thrashing and groaning in the passenger seat of the car while Damon drove 90 miles and hour back to the boarding house.

"How and is it on a scale from 1-10?" He asked, so much concern present on his features and laced in his tone. "Y/N?! shit." He seethed when you just responded in a pain filled moan, fingernails ripping into the pristine leather of you car seat.

Your body was hot, and the amount of clothes you were wearing wasn't helping the situation in the slightest. It was a painfully familiar heat... one you felt when you first turned. Of course, it wasn't as terrible as this, but that's the only feeling you could connect this to. You didn't want to admit it, but it was hard not to. You were horny. More than usual, of course. You couldn't tell if the hunger you were also feeling was connected to this... feeling, but it certainly wasn't helping. You couldn't even keep in your fangs. They just kept coming out, making sure to have their presence known. Whatever witchy herb you managed to get yourself into was working actual numbers on you.

By the time you reached the boarding house you would've done the most sinful things to be alone with a blood bag. The plan was to lock yourself in your room, hoping that a little major self care moment and a blood bag or 5 would get rid of this insatiable hunger. But Damon wouldn't leave you. He forced himself under you, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you inside. He was worried, and you found it oh so sweet, but god you couldn't wait to get away from him. The second he figured out what was happening you'd never hear the end of it.

"Bonnie?!" Was the first name he called once he bursts through the door. "Stefan?!" He yelled again, hoping that someone would answer. "Where the hell is everybody?!" He grumbling once again.

It was at this point that you could smell it. Whatever it was. It was strong. Dominating you nose and sending the most pleasurable tingles straight to you core, causing such dampness in between your legs you feared that it's show through your jeans.

"It's so early, too early to be yelling-" Kai's voice rang through the living room as he sat up from the couch. His eyes were half closed, eyebrows raised to suspicion what's he saw the clear muddled state you were in. "and too early to be dealing with whatever that is." He groaned as he stood from the couch, letting off a moan as he stretched the sleep from his muscles. The sound eliciting a small quaint moan from you lips, which Damon took as a noise of pain.... Thankfully. "What is that exactly?" Kai asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

You could hear his foot steps growing closer to where Damon stood with you limp in his arms. You wanted to protest, the scent that struck you when you first entered growing stronger every step he grew closer, then you felt it.

Kai.

"I don't know, but something's wrong." Damon spoke, his voice in somewhat of a panic.

"Obviously." Kai remarked, the deepened of his voice earning another noise from you.

His scent. His voice. Him. You wanted it. You needed it. More than you have ever needed anything ever in your entire life. You had noticed Kai before. His smile, his eyes, the absolute charm he held, you were no stranger to it. But right now, it was like all of those things were sending you over the edge. It was a struggle knowing he was right there and having to keep yourself sane. Every fiber of your being wanted him in ways you couldn't even explain to be reasonable.

You and Kai didn't have much of a relationship. Not even a friendship to be perfectly honest. You spoke when it was necessary or you where in the same room. You got stuck alone with him from time to time which you pretended to hate but you didn't find him all that bad. Every now and again there was a bit of harmless flirting between the two of you but that was all. It was nothing totally outrageous but it was common. And you hoped like hell he didn't make any sly remark that might cause you to lose grip on whatever reality you were clinging to.

"You're a witch. Fix her!" Damon spoke up and you prepared yourself to protest... for real this time.

"Damon" you groaned, trying to push away from the the vampire holding onto you. "Let me go." You wriggled from his grip, stumbling onto your feet, knees weaker than you anticipated. You nearly fell, but of course, Kai was right there to catch you. You ducked in a sharp breath before pushing away from him, gathering everything in you to race up the stairs in just seconds. Both Damon and Kai stood confused for only a moment before hearing a room door slam shut.

"Geez... what did you do to her?" Kai asked, a light tone in his voice.

"I didn't anything!" Damon defended only to get a raised eyebrow in response. "We were searching for some weird herb Bonnie had been looking for and she ran into this plant and started acting all weird-"

"Herbs?"

"Yes, herbs! I don't know what was what but obviously whatever it is she got into is messing her up bad."

You locked the door right behind you. Almost immediately, you began to shed off all the constricting clothing you had on. You were such a mess it felt humiliating. A light sweat breaking out across your skin as laid out across your bed, immediately trying to find some sort of relief.

You mumbled out curse words, and thought of the most erotic things your mind could imagine but none of them good enough. Not when you remembered the best sex you've ever had, or you're favorite porn video. Not even when you switched position, trying the usual things that have you trembling with pleasure by the time you were done. Nothing. None of it was working and you knew exactly why. Because they were him. The scent of him still lingered in your nose, filling in the images in your mind with him face. Your demented sick brain thinking of all the things you would allow him to do to you. Thinking of what it would feel like to be pinned down and beg for mercy at the likes of him. Nothing even brought you close until you're mind began flooding with thoughts of him. Even then, even as you felt the built up nothing stuck. It would be so good then slip away almost immediately.

This was certainly going to be a long night.

"I-I-I don't know, it was spiky and she said it like pricked her finger and she started feeling weird." Damon spoke, pacing back and forth in the living room as he tried explaining to Kai what happened step by step.

"I'd have to go up and ask her about more symptoms but there's not much I can do with that." Kai answered honestly.

"What do you mean? How many prickly plants do you know that can this?"

"None. But what you just described sounds like a cactus. And the spindle from sleeping beauty."

"Minus the sleeping and the beauty part." Damon cracked. "I'll call Bonnie and see what she can find out, but just do something to fix her, even if it's just momentarily." Damon sighed, before pulling out his phone and walking off.

You cried out once again in frustration, back flopping down from its arch as you managed to edge yourself for the 4th time in the past 14 minutes. You were on the edge and slowly breaking down. With all your whines and panting you almost didn't hearing the footsteps coming quickly down the hall. The scent attached to Kai became stronger and you prayed he wasn't coming to check on you. Seeing him right now was dangerous for you. With the quaking hunger and the lustful desires for him, you didn't know whether you'd be able to keep your cool once you saw him.

"Y/N?" There was a soft knock at the door. You popped up from your bed, cursing to yourself as you hurried trying to find the clothes you tossed all around the room. "Are you okay? I mean- I know you're not okay, but are you like dead or something?" He asked, tone light and warm. "Don't respond if you are." He smiled to himself at the joke.

"Go away." You groaned, slipping up your underwear seconds before the door began to open.

You were a sweaty mess, parts of your skin more red than other, your face was a shade lighter than the rest of your body, and you stood in an awkward stance trying to cover yourself which really helped nothing.

"Oh wow." Kai blinked, not caring enough to look away at first.

"The door was locked for a reason!" You whined before he turned his head to the side after ogling the hell out of you.

"Was it?" He hummed in response knowing full well he had unlocked the door with his magic before coming in. Of course, if he had known you were half naked, he wouldn't have entered. "I uhm... didn't notice." Slowly he began turn his head back to you, making sure to keep his eyes level to yours, which was possibly the cruelest thing he could've done in that moment.

"What? What do you want?!" You snapped, dang making their appearance as you noticed the redness in his cheeks and the points of his ears. There was a single vein sticking out of the left side of his neck and you swore you could hear his heart pounding your name every 2 seconds.

"Damon told me a little about the plant you ran into but I need to be sure about the symptoms before I can start looking into anything to help." He explained and you let out a harsh sigh.

"I don't know- I don't know- I don't- fuck." You bent over, hands on your knees as you felt the waves of hunger and shocks of pleasure flowing through you. "I'm so..." horny. "Hungry."

"... like burger hungry or-"

"I need blood, kai!" You griped and he nodded. You stood straight quickly, eyes back on his, fighting against the urges but for some reason you just had to be closer. "I need. blood." you were face to face with him in seconds. His scent fueling every drive you had.

"Good, I figured, so I brought you this." He moved his hand from his back to reveal the blood bag he bought from the cellar. "I didn't know which type you preferred so I just grabbed one." Without question you snatched the bag from his hands, tearing into it without guilt.

At first it tasted like you've never eaten anything before in your life... then... it started tasting like rotten flesh. So your raced to the trash can to spit it out.

"No, no, no" you cried shoving the blood bag away from you. Kai watched in confusion before picking up the bag that stopped just inches away from him.

Could you be hungry for him too?

"So..." kai hummed blandly. "Your not hungry?"

"This isn't funny!" You scolded but he just smiled.

"I'm not laughing."

"Get out! Please just leave me alone!" You begged but that didn't really work on him.

"Damon said I had to fix you."

"You can't fix me!" You stated.

"I take that as a challenge." He hummed, and the sultry in his voice made you nearly melt into the floor. "Maybe you just need fresh blood." You stood from the trash, refusing to face him. Looking at him would result in a rush of feelings that you didn't need. "Come on." He held out his wrist as if he wasn't playing with his life.

"Are you out of your mind? Get the hell out!" You'd napped but still he didn't budge.

"Don't make this difficult." He sighed. Then you turned, using the scariest vamp face you could, baring your teeth, threatening him once more. "Motus." He said calmly, bringing you right into his grasped against your already weak will. Your neck found home right in the palm of his hand, earning a particularly filthy moan. His eyes widened for just a moment, head tilted to the side at the reaction.

With the lack of clothing, body rejecting the blood, and slightly trembling in his hands, all of this started to piece together in his mind.

"That's... interesting." He squeezed his fingers around your neck very slightly earning another noise which sent a jolt of excitement through him.

"Kai please" you whimpered, hands wrapping around his arm. You easily could've pried him off of you, but you didn't want to. You needed him on you, you needed him so bad it hurt.

"I think I know what plant you ran into now." He hummed as if it was no big deal. "And luckily for you, I know a few ways to stop... this" he scanned you up and down, hand not budging around your burning skin.

"I'll do anything, kai, please just fix me." You begged with tears in your eyes.

"It's not actually that simple." He released you from his grip, hand dropping slowly, watching as your lips formed a tiny pout. "You ran into some ancient herb with a name way to Long to pronounce correctly that stimulates certain hormones. Your senses are on overdrive, like how they'd be when you first turned. You became faster, stronger, you're hearing and sight grew better, it's all that 10x over." He explained.

"So like vampire steroids?"

"Something like that." Kai shrugged. "You said your hungry, but your body rejected the blood, so it could be that you need fresh blood." He spoke, holding out his arm for you. "Take the fresh blood." He spoke, but you just shook your head. "Obviously you want it no need to be stubborn about to, y/n." He rolled his eyes and you struggled to keep away from his offer. "You don't understand I-I can't drink from you."

"Oh my god, you people are so dramatic these days." Kai groaned. He took the blood bag in his other hand and brought it to his mouth. His eyes flickered to you before mumbling a quick "you are so gonna owe me for this" and taking a bit of the blood into his mouth. You watched in shock, core quivering at the sight of him, a drop of blood hanging off his lip before he shook his head, mixing the blood in his mouth to get it warm.

Since you couldn't drink the cold blood, and refused to drink directly from him, maybe body temperature blood would do the trick.

He grabbed you again, you closer. His hand found the back of your neck, leaning you head back. You opened you mouth to protest before you could feel his lips on yours.

You let off a muffled moan, inviting the screaming pleasure in your panties to fill your mind as the hot blood trickled into your mouth. Soon you became less concerned with the blood and more concerned with the way his hands kept you in place. You wished they would travel to regions you've just spent exploring, but the stayed in place. Almost as if he was trying to be gentleman about what was happening.

"You're a way better kisser than I thought." Kai hummed once he figured he'd given you all the blood he had in his mouth. He released you once again, earning a soft whine. "How do you feel?"

"I uhm, I don't- oh my god" you huffed, trying to catch your breath. "the uhm- it was warm I think I uhm, I don't know" you rambled trying to look everywhere but him. Then that when you felt it... again.

You raced back to the trash can, rejecting the human temped blood into the now tainted white bag.

"And now I have my answer." Kai nodded.

"What?" You wiped the blood from your lips looking back to the siphon.

"Besides hunger what else do you feel?" He asked and you felt your stomach tighten.

"I don't know what your talking about..."

"The plant Damon described originates somewhere the Middle East. It's extremely rare, and is commonly find is some of the oldest, most powerful "love" spells ever recorded in any grimoire." He went on to explain. "Along with your senses, the plant amplifies you're wants and desires, especially wants and desires involving a particular person."

"Ok..."

"I guess what I'm asking is... without being too vulgar... are you horny?"

"How fast can you fix me?" You blinked, lips in a tight line.

"Well, that's the tricky part. I can't necessarily 'fix' you unless you're like totally obsessed with me" he smirked and you felt your heart drop. "Along with the hunger you should being lusting for a specific person and if you haven't pieced it together by now, in order to stop all this..."

"I need to have sex with the 'object of my desires'" you're face scrunched at the words and he nodded.

"Pretty neat how this witchy stuff works huh?" Kai smiled. "You also have to feed on them. I actually remember back in the prison world that it's better to do both preferably at the same time, the adrenaline causes a-"

"There's another fix right? Another way to stop this?" You gripped the trash can.

"Somewhat. I could cast a spell to speed up the process for you-"

"Why didn't you lead with that?!"

"You're cute when you get flustered" he winked "and you'd be in excruciating pain for the next 17 hours... and this way doesn't ensure that the plants effect will entirely wear off." He shrugged.

"What?!"

"Of course you could also wait this out but that'd be like a good few days, or weeks, months even." He spoke as if this wasn't the hardest news to hear.

"So my options are-"

"Breakfast in bed, excruciating pain with side effects, or you can stay like this" kai smiled widely.

"Fuck." You whined.

"So the first choice?" He spoke.

"Y- no! No no no." You whined. "The first option is out of the question!"

"It'd be the quickest and least painful." He tried but you weren't budging.

"Oh my god, please shut up."

"Just text whoever it is, and ask them to help. The worst they could do is say no, and besides who wouldn't want to-" his mouth was moving so fast he couldn't even process the thoughts being spewed out before he caught himself. "help... you..." he cleared his throat.

"You don't understand!" Your tone was a little more assertive than before which caught his attention. "Please just get out!" He didn't argue this time.

He stared at you for just a moment before walking out and closing the door. He stood outside of the door, staring at the knob. Slowly, in what might have been his narcissism chipping away at his brain he started putting pieces together. Horny. Hungry. Wouldn't feed from him. You kept the blood in his mouth down longer than it coming straight from the bag, which didn't make sense. You should've had the same immediate reaction. Kai stood there confused and hesitant. If what he was thinking was true, he had to be the dumbest person on earth not to see it before. Or maybe if it was wrong, the most self centered.

Before he could stop himself he opened the door once again. You were now hunched over the bed, breathing heavy, head hanging down, trying to ignore the temptation that just won't seem to go away.

Kai reached into his back pocket, walking closer to the bed. He pulled out a small switch knife. It had a black steeled blade with red markings, and silver engravings. It was sharp enough to slice through a piece of paper and to draw out just the smallest bit of blood with going too deep in the skin.

"One more thing before I go." He hummed, bringing the blade to his hand and slicing the edge of his palm. Blood immediately surged to the area, slowly pooling in the cut before slowly gliding around his hand.

Your head snapped up at the increasing smell of him. He was right next to you at this point, basically shoving himself in your face. It was like he wanted to break you. Wanted you to fail in whatever moral mission you were trying to accomplish.

"What are you doing?" You tried to back away but it was useless.

"Just one drink." You were frozen still, as Kai walked around you. His chest brushing against your back, arm wrapped around you, bringing his wounded hand up to your trembling lips. You had tears in your eyes, fangs out and ready as you tried fighting it. "Just one."

"Please don't, I can't." You whimpered, as he touched your lip with the blood oozing from him palm. It was too hard to resist it. The second your tongue darted out to taste it, it felt like something took over you completely. Your lips connecting to his flesh, your hands gripping his wrist as you used him as a wall to keep yourself from falling over.

He fought himself from smiling as you licked up the blood from his hand, continuing to nurse the wound, but never using your fangs.

"Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?" Kai placed his hand on your waist, fingers sending the dirtiest of thought coursing through you. "Can you keep it down?" His voice was almost a whisper, and he almost felt silly when you didn't respond right away.

"I... I need more." You're grip on his wrist lightened as you turned to face the siphon.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I don't bite." He teased. "I'm not complaining though, that blood bit before? That was hot."

"If you don't leave, I don't think-"

"If I wanted you to control yourself I wouldn't be in here." Kai grumbled as if he'd heard this speech a million times.

"I don't think you understand what your saying."

"Fine. I'll make the first move." He grabbed your face before muttering a quick "again."

Your lips connecting so harshly, barely giving you anytime to think. You melted right into him, hands choosing to get lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. The scruff from his freshly grown beard scraping against your face. You couldn't say you minded it at all, but even with giving info just one of your desires it still wasn't enough.

"No, no, I can't" you mumbled against his lips. You were trembling, and you could still taste the blood on his lips but it wasn't making you sick. It felt good. You're skin didn't feel as hot, and those coils in your stomach were getting just a bit looser. "please don't do this-"

He took his same knife, introduced the blade to a fresh patch of skin on his wrist. The dark blade drawing red lines, just overloading the poor vampires senses. You let out a sharp noise, as he brought the flesh back up in front of you.

"You said you needed more right? Take it." His voice was deep and so sure.

You were weak. That's the only way you could describe this. Your fangs sunk right into the wound, a moan leaving your lips at the taste. Kai's hands rested on the back of your head as you tried your best to control yourself. His head growing lighter, and pants a bit tighter. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help it, this was just

"I want to." He let out breathily.

"What if I hurt you?"

"I can take a little pain."

"What if Damon-"

"The more the merrier"

"Kai please-"

"The next words out of your mouth better be good."

"Fuck me."

You're back hit the mattress in only a matter on minutes. Kai climbing on top of you without thought. You legs spread to welcoming him his presence. His hips resting against yours as your lips connected once more. The kisses were sloppy, passionate, and rough. You didn't care to hide your moans, or whines as you felt his jeans graze against the soft damp fabric of your panties.

"Need you to touch me" you panted, hands gliding under his shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath. Part of you wished you could just crawl into his skin, getting as closer as possible to relief. "Please." There was so much desperation in your voice it was just so hard not to give in.

The kisses just got less and less composed, kiss lips leaving trails all along your jawline, suck bruises that wouldn't last for more than a few seconds. You pleaded and begged for more, whining and you felt his hand slip into your ruined panties. Kai was shocked at how wet you were, his fingers just slipped right through your folds, like you'd been waiting for him your entire existence. Part of him knew it was just the plant and the increased libido, the other part of him chose to focus on the fact that he was the only one who can satisfy you in this state. You wanted him this bad. And he was surely going to soak it in.

"Please I need it so bad" you we're near tears, frustration and somewhat of discomfort raging through you.

He obliged, slipping one finger into your entrance. You left out a soft moan, gripping his biceps a little tighter than you had, signaling him for more. So he gave you more. Your blinking became inconsistent, eyes not knowing whether they wanted to stare at him or fall back. He watched carefully as he pumped in just two fingers, scissoring them in as his hand slowly became covered in your slick. Every thrust of his fingers his palm came in contact with your clit. The most sinful lewd wet sounds filling the air along with your beautiful cries and pants.

"God, I thought your voice was hot before, but this is just something else" he chuckled, the sound echoing through your mind sending you right over the edge.

"Fuck" you cried out, breathing erratic and stomach tightening as you get just a bit of the pressure release before it built back up again. "I need more. Please, I need it I need you"

"You have such good manners." Kai smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck.

"I need you inside of me, Kai." You pleaded, only seeing how amused Kai was by the situation. His smile making the vein on the side of his neck more prominent than usual. "This will make the hunger go away right? This will help?" You asked, naked bloody thought coursing through your mind.

"Nope, you still have to feed." Kai spoke, removing his hand from you panties, fingers glossy and covered with your arousal. Without thought he sucked off the slick from his hand, moaning at the taste, pushing his crotch a bit more into yours making sure you could feel the bulge growing in his pants. "You won't hurt me, y/n, I'll live." He stated but you just couldn't. You couldn't even look at him, it was too much. The touching, his voice, his scent, it was clouding over everything. "Y/N." He spoke again, using a hand to grip onto you chin, forcing you to look back up to him.

"just give me time," you're voice was small. "I can't- not now... I really just need you inside of me."

"don't act so sweet now, y/n, what do you want?" He teased, dropping the matter of feeding... for now.

"I want you in-"

"What do you want." He repeated, not happy with the answer she was trying to provide.

"Please Fuck me." She whined. "I need your cock in me so bad, Kai." He wasted no time in giving into the girl underneath him.

It was slow and sensual. You're jaw fell as he pushed so deep into you, you could practically taste him on your tongue. You're eyes were struggling to stay open, jaw trembling as you let out a high pitched squeak.

If you knew how good this would feel before, you would've been a lot less hesitant earlier.

"Shit" he groaned, your grip on his arms tightening as your hips connected. "You're so fucking tight"

"I'm so close, kai, please" you whined.

His hips retracted before slamming into you once more. The sinful noises out of your mouth filled the air, and suddenly nothing mattered. You didn't care that Damon could possibly hear, or about the amount of judgement you'd face once this was all over. You felt the best and worse you love ever felt at the same time, just chasing after a feeling that only Kai was able to gift to you.

"Fuck you're so deep" you cried out, mind spiraling to depths you e never experienced before.

His grunts filled you're ears as his head dipped down. Sounds so raw and beautiful just sweetening the moment.

But you could feel it. That hunger. It was so strong, so needy, you couldn't fight against it. You're fangs exposed themselves against your will. Veins under you eyes showcasing themselves as you tried to contain the emotion. His skin was just so close to yours it made it hard to resist. His neck on display right next to your face. The light layer of sweat he built up calling your name.

You tongue darted out, tasting the salty mess he worked up.

"I'm so sorry" you're whimpered out, not giving much warning as to what you were about to do. You fangs came in contact with the sensitive skin on his neck, sinking in so deeply you swore you heard a moan from the man currently fucking the life out of you.

"Shit" he groaned, slowly his movements as you took what you deemed necessary. Hips grinding up into his, to provide yourself even more pleasure. It didn't take long. With the taste of his blood taking over your tongue and his cock twitching inside of you feeling like it was almost ready to burst, you couldn't help it. “Holy shit” he moaned out.

It was euphoric, but you still needed more. You nothing something more.

“Harder, please give it to me harder”

“Got my cock and my blood, yet your still not satisfied?” The siphon teased, blood now rolling from his wounds. Every now and then a drop falling onto you chest, and he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good” you had tears in your eyes, finally feeling some relief that hopefully would’ve been permanent. You’re hands now feelings over his blushing muscles, smearing blood against his skin, getting the liquid sex all over your fingers and deep into your cuticles. He watched as you popped three blood coated fingers into your mouth, sucking off the juices very carefully. Moaning loudly as he showed no mercy to you.

After a few seconds of lightheaded mess from loss of blood, Kai took a quick look around before locating the long disregarded pocket knife from earlier. At the foot of the bed, which was easy to acquire, he flipped out the blade and choose the spot he wanted.

He snatched your fingers from your mouth, earning a pouty whine. Like a scene from the more erotic movie he then replace your tongue with his, finishing the job you started, and doing it oh so well. You watched in awe, as he took his blade, slicing you once across the wrist, immediately bringing the skin up to his mouth before the wound could close. Your jaw dropped at the notion.

Blood sharing was something so… intimate… personal. Something you had never seen you’re doing with someone in a million years. Yet here you were getting the immortality fucked out of you while your crush fed on you.

That was just enough to send you spiraling.

Your legs began to twitch, can’t tightening around his cock. Tears slipping down your cheek, and your free hand gripping the sheets so tightly you swore you heard a ripping sound. Kai had never witnessed such a erotic sight, you eyes struggling to stay open, and you body shivering as he continued to fuck you through your high. The tightness and the way you cried out his name over and over like it was the only thing you could say sent him over the edge. Once he felt he was as deep as he could get he let himself go, hips stiffening, breathing heavy, and warm seed painting your hot walls without concern from either of you.

And that’s when you noticed it.

The pain. The discomfort. It was gone.

“Holy Fuck” kai pants out, slowly allowing himself to collapse on top of you.

The two do you laid there for a few moments in simple silence. Kai hadn’t even thought about pulling out, his seed sitting inside of you causing you a fullness in two different ways. You caught your breaths together, legs still trembling from the mind numbing orgasms.

“That was… uhm… really good.” You spoke, voice low and kinda of raspy.

“We should’ve done that way sooner.” Kai chuckles, his head resting next to you neck. “God that was amazing.” You smiled, heart picking up in pace.

“Thank you, by the way-”

“No thank you, if you weren’t as clueless as you were you wouldn’t have found that plant, and you never would’ve told me how you felt about me and then-”

“And back to being an ass”

#wattpad #vampire diaries #kai parker smut #the cw legacies #damon salvatore #malachi parker #stefan salvatore #tvd smut #tvd imagine #tvd fanfiction

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fafnir19 · 5 months

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Horse Love

"Ugh, I can't believe my parents are making me work on this remote horse stable," I grumbled to myself as I dragged my suitcase down the dirt road. "They claim I'm going to just 'gammel around' all summer if they don't find me something to do. And of all things, they want me to endure endless mockery from my sister and her obsession with horses. So here I am, stuck on a horse farm until my college life begins."

As soon as I arrived at the stable, I spotted a man approaching me with his nose held high, strutting with an air of undeserved confidence. This must be Damon. I couldn't stand him already. "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," Damon sneered, extending his hand for a handshake. "Isn't it ironic that your name, Faris, means 'rider,' and yet you can't stand horses?" I reluctantly shook Damon's hand, trying my best to suppress my annoyance. "Yeah, hilarious coincidence there. So, what delightful tasks do you have planned for me on my first day of horse-ridden misery?" Damon smirked and said, "Oh, don't you worry. I'll convert you into the biggest horse lover by the time you head off to college. But first, let's see if you can get into the equine mindset." According to him, I just needed to see things from a horse's perspective. He led me into a horse stall and handed me a halter. I stared at the halter in disbelief. "Wait, let me get this straight. You want me to put this on? Are you kidding me?" As I stood in the horse stall, reluctantly donning the horse halter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief. This was all Damon's idea to make me love horses? I thought it was utterly ridiculous, but I didn't want to cause a scene on my very first day. So, with a sigh, I begrudgingly fastened the halter around my head. To my shock, as soon as the halter was secured, a sensation rippled through my body. I watched in horror as my limbs elongated, my skin sprouted a thick coat of fur, and a pair of powerful hooves replaced my hands and feet. I had transformed into a muscular, fiery stallion. Panic surged through me as I whinnied in protest. Damon, however, seemed to think it was all quite amusing. Damon chuckled wickedly. "Congratulations, Prince. From now on, that's what you'll be called," he declared, relishing in my discomfort. "Well, well, Prince," he jeered, reveling in the irony, "it seems you're finally beginning to understand the beauty of horses, whether you like it or not." I tried to object, to scream at him that I didn't want any part in this absurd transformation, but all that escaped my mouth were desperate, desperate neighs. I kicked at the ground in frustration, but the only response I received from Damon was a smug smile.

Over the next few days, Damon relentlessly attempted to tame me and mold me into a docile horse. But I fought him every step of the way. I refused to be broken, refused to accept this new equine form as my own. One thing that particularly bothered me was the name Damon had given me - Prince. Every time he called me by that name, it felt like a chunk of my humanity was being chipped away. Prince was such a clichéd and predictable name for a horse. I longed to reclaim my own identity, to be addressed as Faris once again. I bucked, reared, and snorted in defiance, making it clear that I would not be easily conquered. Damon became increasingly frustrated with my resistance. He tried every technique in the book, from whispers of soothing words to brusque tugs on the reins, but I remained steadfast. I refused to be controlled, to be stripped of my humanity. I refused to be treated like a horse and resisted his efforts. One fateful day, Damon led a mare in heat to my stall. As the mare in heat entered the stall, a surge of instinctual desires coursed through my equine body. My senses heightened, and my muscles tensed with anticipation. The scent of her female pheromones filled the air, intoxicating my senses as I felt an undeniable attraction towards her. My heart pounded in my equine chest as I neared the mare, feeling an electric energy between us. The sight of her sleek coat, glossy and inviting, played with my primal urges. My nostrils flared as I took in her scent, my own blood rushing hotly through my veins. Every fiber of my being screamed to mate, to fulfill the primal desire woven into the deepest depths of my horse DNA. I could feel the tension building within me, a burning need that consumed my thoughts and compelled my every action. Damon, amused by the turmoil within me, watched with a mix of anticipation and satisfaction. He knew that this encounter would either break my spirit or ignite a newfound passion for horses within me. As I neared the mare, my vibrant stallion coat brushed against her, sending shivers down my equine spine. I could almost feel the crackling of electricity between us, a magnetic pull that defied explanation. Every instinct pushed me closer, urging me to fulfill this undeniable urge. Yet, Damon's intervention prevented our union. Instead of allowing me to mate with the mare, he redirected me towards a breeding phantom horse, a apparation crafted to collect my equine cum. Confusion mixed with frustration rippled through me, but an inexplicable obedience urged me to mount the phantom. As I mounted the phantom, my body melded seamlessly with this apparation. After the physical release I sought materialized, a peculiar sense of release washed over me, leaving me simultaneously exhausted and content. In that moment, I had, in an way, fulfilled my primal urge. Damon's laughter filled the air as he revelled in his triumphant transformation of my perspective. His eyes shimmered with an unsettling mixture of mischief and accomplishment as he showed me a vial with my horse cum and declared that my transformation was complete, that I had indeed fallen in love with horses, albeit in the most primal manner. After "breeding" the phantom, I felt exhausted and relaxed, allowing Damon to train me on the lunge without resistance. Every time I acted up, Damon repeated the process with the mare. After a few more encounters, I became permanently tame and obedient, following Damon's every command. Damon began riding me and training me as a show jumper.

We started with simple jumps, gradually increasing the height and difficulty. I stumbled and faltered, hardheaded as I was, but with each fall, I grew more resilient—more willing to embrace my potential. Damon pushed me to my limits, urging me to jump higher, always believing in my abilities. He showed me the art of timing, the importance of rhythm, and the satisfaction of a perfectly executed leap. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began to improve. Days turned into weeks. Progress came in small victories, but they added up to a profound transformation. Under his guidance, I transformed into an exceptional horse, renowned in the equestrian world. When the summer came to an end, Damon changed me back into my human form. However, thanks to my horse training, I was now muscular and fit. I remained obedient to Damon, just like when I was a horse. I stood there, butt naked, desperately covering myself up while Damon grabbed a set of preppy equestrian clothes. "Uh, I really don't want to wear this," I protested weakly. Damon stared at me with a commanding gaze. "Put it on," he growled softly. And so I did. I transformed from a casual slacker into a preppy equestrian.

Surprisingly I couldn't help but love the feeling of donning the tailored riding attire that Damon had given me. The crisp jacket, pristine boots, and elegant riding breeches made me feel like I belonged in the saddle. Though initially hesitant, the moment I stepped into the role of a proper equestrian, something just clicked. The riding hat perched upon my head felt like a crown, and the polished boots hugged my feet with a sense of purpose. I embraced the well-groomed appearance and embraced the lifestyle of a preppy rider wholeheartedly. Each day, as I rode with Damon, my love for being a preppy equestrian grew stronger. The rhythm of hoofbeats resonated within me, syncing perfectly with my own heartbeat. The harmonious partnership I formed with my majestic equine companions filled me with admiration and awe for these incredible animals. Riding became more than just a hobby; it became a passion that consumed me. The thrill of jumping over intricate obstacles, the elegance of dressage moves, and the exhilaration of galloping across open fields all captivated me in a way I had never imagined. And so, as the months passed, Damon's guidance transformed me not only externally but internally as well. I relished in the refined equestrian lifestyle, immersing myself in the traditions, etiquette, and camaraderie of the equestrian community. From the precise grooming routines to the timeless elegance of dressage exhibitions, I found a new sense of purpose and fulfillment in being a preppy equestrian. Damon took it upon himself to train me as a riding instructor and a heartthrob. Though I tried to resist him now and then, Damon always emerged victorious. In the end, I couldn't help but love what Damon had made of me. Faris, now the epitome of every rider's dream, worked as a riding instructor alongside his studies. With his charm and good looks, he attracted girls eager to learn from him. "So, Faris," Damon asked, with a sly grin. "How does it feel to have once made fun of girls who love horses and now turn girls into horse enthusiasts yourself?" "Well, Damon," I replied with a smirk, "I suppose it's karma coming full circle. Who knew my summer at the stud farm would transform me in more ways than one?" With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Damon patted my back. "Well, Faris, you've turned into quite the stud, both as a rider and with the ladies. Who would've thought?" I laughed, embracing the absurdity of it all. "Yeah, Damon, life is full of surprises. And hey, if it means sharing the joy of horses with others, who am I to complain?"

Together, we walked toward the stables, ready to embark on this unexpected adventure as trainer and protege, all thanks to an unforgettable summer on a remote horse stable.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #horse tf #horse transformation #equestrian

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cas-kingdom · 5 months

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Can you please write Damon cheering up sis!reader by taking her out for some 1 on 1 time? Maybe even some grumbling from Stefan when they get back home lol ❤️

"If this is what you call a date, I want you to know I'm not impressed."

Damon Salvatore rolled his eyes to the high heavens and punted a stone across the grass. "Would you stop your grumbling? God," he said, "you try to do something nice."

You dragged your feet totally unnecessarily. "I'm tired."

"You wouldn't complain like this if it were Stefan, would you?" He stared straight at you, immediately noting the hesitation flit across your face. He stopped. "Would you, you little snake?” You turned on your heel, walking backwards and sticking your tongue out. Damon grit his teeth and surged forward, making a swipe for you. You easily darted out of the way but wasn't as lucky the second time, your brother catching your head in the crook of his arm and mussing your hair.

"You're a vampire," he said above your screaming, "you can't get tired. Ooh, bunny rabbit."

He let you go, stumbling, and approached the oblivious black rabbit. You recovered and grabbed his wrist before he could snatch the animal.

"No, no, no, don't." Damon gave you a look and your mirrored it. "Just let it exist, D."

"Fine, but when I'm hungry later and wanna snack on a passing tourist, don't come crying." You slapped his shoulder and he leaned down, beckoning to his back.

"Come on, get on." You merely blinked in response and he rolled his eyes once more. "Get on, or I'm leaving you behind." You, figuring this was the only way you were getting to the top of the mountain, jumped onto his back with all the grace of a baby elephant. Damon, ever the drama queen, groaned under the weight. "Damn, sis, how much do you weigh?"

You kicked his hips. "Walk on, ass."

Damon had hauled you out of the house that morning without allowing you—or Stefan—a word in edgeways. "It's a date," he'd said when you’d protested, "we're going on a date." Said date apparently included hiking up the tallest mountain in Virginia.

You moved faster now you were off the ground, hanging around his neck with your cheek against the back of his head. Your eyes followed the moving view until Damon got to the top and the trees cleared. You lifted your head and dropped down as he let go of your legs. "Woah."

"What'd I tell you, kiddo?"

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah, I—" A sharp trill pierced the quietude at the top of the answer and Damon grumbled, reaching into his pocket to yank out his phone. The name caused him to audibly roll his eyes "—aw, seriously?" He put the phone to his ear. "Hi, bro. No, bro, I haven't kidnapped our sister. We're having a dandy old time, thanks very much. She's fine, we're fine, the bunny's fine, and don't even think about coming after us because you're not invited. This is a date." And with that, the phone was turned on silent and pushed right back into his pocket.

You crossed your arms over your chest and grinned, one brow raised. "Eloquent."

Damon rolled his eyes and sat at the edge of the mountain. "Come here. Come on, I won't let you fall." He rose a brow playfully. "Maybe."

You gave him a look but came to sit beside him anyway, making extra sure to be close enough that if the wind blew a little too hard and you did topple over the edge, he'd be able to grab you in time.

"I brought you here when you were a kid, you know?" Damon thought about that. "Well, more of a kid than you are now, I mean."

"Yeah?"

"Yup. Carried you all the way up. You said your legs were tired." He jabbed you in the side. "Guess some things don't change."

“Hey, I walked up most of it by myself.” You jabbed back.

“Yet the question remains…will you walk down by yourself?” He rose his brows in question. You narrowed your eyes but didn't respond, prompting your brother to snort.

"What did I think of it then?" you asked. The views were gorgeous, but you doubted you’d appreciated them as much when you were younger.

"Absolutely no idea. You fell asleep on the way up." Damon didn't sound impressed. You grinned. "Seriously. Busted my ass climbing up that hill and you weren't even awake to see all this."

"You didn't wake me up?"

"You were a deep sleeper."

"Belated sorry."

"Accepted."

You leant against him, your shoulders touching. "That's why you wanted to come today?"

Damon shrugged. "Seems a shame not to see it at least once." He paused. "And to spend some time together." You glanced up at him. "What?"

You said nothing. You shook your head and rested it against his shoulder, reaching to take his hand in yours. "I missed you too, big brother."

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a Damon x teenage reader but the reader sees Damon as a sorta father figure

Enough

Female teen Gilbert reader x Damon Salvatore

Warnings: bullying, ed, cutting, I think that's all

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You're sat on his bathroom floor, thinking. Just two weeks ago you got back from Denver. Being compelled to move there because of your big sister, Elena, is one of the worst things that's ever happened to you. You were miserable there. The empty feeling after being forced to leave Mystic Falls never went away for those long months your and Jeremy were there for.

Your anxiety went through the roof, not being familiar with the place. And having to make new friends and meet new people.

But the worst was the bullying.

The kids at the high school there were cruel. They took one look at you on your first day and by lunch there were horrible rumors about you going around. Which you obviously hadn't told Jeremy about, not wanting him to worry about you or bother him with something as stupid as that.

The boys would come up to you, pretending to be interested, but then burst out laughing with their friends who were behind them when you looked even mildly interested in them.

The girls were the worst yet. Especially the one friend group of nine. They would come up to you in the hallway, during classes, during lunch, and even after school. They'd harass you, talk about your dead parents that has somehow gotten out, pretend to feel pity towards you, basically anything to make you rethink your existence.

They even made fun of your weight for a straight week, and the body you once loved, became something you hate. You hadn't consumed anything but water and maybe an apple here and there, just so no one would question anything. It wasn't until Jeremy brought up how pale you looked and started watching you more carefully at meal times did you start to eat more consistently.

But only a bit. Not enough a fifteen year old girl should eat per day.

Damon had fed you some of his blood yesterday. You had gotten hurt from one of the last remaining hybrids. The hybrid tried to suck you dry, but Damon had showed up in time to get you out of there and healed the bite mark and bruises on you.

You looked down at your wrists where there were cuts just a second ago before they healed, a razor laying on the ground in front of you. The blade littered with your blood and a couple drops on the floor underneath.

The blood must've been still on your system.

Again you picked the razor up and slid it across your wrist and fore arm causing a deep scratch releasing some blood. You kept on repeating this action before switching to the other wrist.

You had started cutting your wrists when you had gotten back, not knowing what to feel, and what to think is true or not. Always gave those girls and kids voices in your head. And not knowing how to act around Damon since you've learned he was the one to compel you. Someone who you trusted countless times before. You just don't know what to say or how to act around him. You've just done your best to avoid him.

Which had gotten kind of hard, considering you lived with him and his brother. Safer there than at your actual home. At least at the boarding house you didn't have the lingering memory of your parents.

Everyone thinks you're fine, you responded exactly how you knew they would want you to when they asked if you were okay. No one suspecting a thing. Except for Damon, yes he hasn't been the best person in the world, though he does care for you a lot, he can't tell exactly why, but he does. That's why it was so hard for Famon to compel not just Jeremy, but you as well to leave Mystic Falls to go to Colorado.

You had grown close to Damon after he came to town. You met him when Elena and Stefan brought you over to the boarding house to keep you safe for a couple of days while Jeremy was staying with Alaric. He immediately took a liking to you. You would just sit in the library reading one of the many old books for hours and when you weren't doing that you would be hanging out with him. You and gotten close fast.

Stefan and Elena didn't like it at much in the beginning, but came fonder of you guys having a friendship as the weeks went on. Damon had sort of mellowed out because of you. Not a lot, but some.

Damon can tell when there’s something going on with you and all he has to do is figure out why. Surely it can’t be about the trip. You'd say something to someone, or come to him or at least to talk to him about it a little right?

Damon is sitting on one of the couches in the main room with a glass of bourbon in his hand and the tv on playing re-runs of old sitcoms from the 70′s. He was carefully thinking of a way that he could get you to open up, in the end he came up with nothing before going into a daze.

It was getting later and you finally stopped cutting yourself feeling somewhat a little better. There are some littered left over cuts that hadn’t healed but you paid no attention to them. You took deep breathes before falling asleep, hoping to not have any nightmares tonight cause you don't think you can hold in the screams so Damon can’t hear you anymore like you had been holding them the past weeks. Before that you grasped one of his pillows bringing it towards your chest, hugging it tightly.

You've been having horrible nightmares about the school and the bullying and the others finding everything out and callig you a bay for how you reacted to the kids there. The nightmares have been taunting you and they won't go away, they've gotten worse every night.

Damon quickly jolted awake hearing screams coming from inside the house. At first he looks at his surroundings, the living room...he must of fallen asleep here. Then he listened and soon realized that those screams were coming from you.

Stefan isn't here tonight, and he hadn't told you at least where he was going to be.

Worried, Damon vamp sped upstairs to your room, surprised that your door is unlocked. He got closer to your screaming and squirming form, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n....come on wake up. It's just a dream.......Y/n?" Damon slightly shook you.

That only caused you to swing around to face him, still asleep but now hyperventilating. Damon started to shake you more cautiously now, who knew how hard it would be to wake you up from a nightmare. He'd never witnessed you having one before.

“Y/n/n Wake up!” After more shaking and talking to you, you finally sprung up, awake.

While you're trying to calm your breathing down, Damon twisted to his side and turned on the lap that’s placed on the nightstand.

“Damon? W-what are you doing in here?” you asked the vampire, confused as to why he was in his room.

“I heard you screaming because of a nightmare and I needed to know you were alright” Damon said softly and gently pushed you back down so you were lying down again.

“No, no y-you don’t care I-if I’m alright or not” you said looking away from him. Not having anyone beside Jeremy and maybe a few times Elena comfort you after a nightmare. And this was the worst possible one for Damon to be there for.

Damon had a hurt look on his face, but hid it before reaching his hand out and placing it on your shoulder. The action making you face him with dried tear streaks down your cheeks.

“Baby, of course I care about you. Yes, I may not have said it, but I do” Damon said gently and wiped the tear residue off your face.

“You do?” you mumbled with a tiny pout on your face from your dream and everything going on around you right now.

Damon nodded and pulled you into his arms, you immediately climbed into his lap and started to sob into his chest.

Damon ran his fingers up and down your back soothingly. He was surprised how fast you broke and hugged you closer to his chest, wanting you to feel safe.

After some time, you pulled back to look at him with teary eyes and your hands shaking. Damon gently grasped your hands to stop the shaking and looked down to see an angry red patch on your wrist. Bringing your wrists up closer to see, he rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie to show all of the unhealed scratches on you wrists and forearms.

“Y/n? Why would you?” Damon was at a loss of words.

You looked at him in the eyes, mouth parting, wanting to explain but just can't and not knowing how to.

"Y/n/n, you need to tell me what made you do this. Is it from Denver?" Damon asked more gently this time.

You nodded slowly with tears running down his cheeks.

"It w-was bad. K-kids made f-fun of me. St-starved myself. C-cutting myself helps t-take pain away fr-from me" you explained, whispering.

He quickly wrapped his arms around you again. You relaxed a little into the vampire, nuzzling your head into his chest before you started talking.

"Why don't you think I'm pathetic? You can be honest, we both know the answer is yes" You mumbled.

"Y/n, you are not pathetic, don't ever call yourself that again. You're enough, you're an amazing person, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If anyone ever calls you pathetic again, you tell me and I'll make sure to raise hell on them." Damon explained and placed a kiss on top of your head which he's never done before.

That brought a small smile to your face and you mumbled out an 'okay'.

Damon is about to get up but you quickly wrapped his arms and legs around him tighter making sure he won't leave you alone.

"Don't worry baby, I wasn't going to leave I was just going to get into the bed so we can get a bit more comfortable than on the chair" Damon reassured you. You nodded, understanding and got off Damon, climbing into the bed. You moved over a bit so he could also get in. When Damon laid down, right away you cuddled into him, using a strong grip.

"Baby, promise me you won't ever cut yourself again and if you do have those thoughts just come to me and we can talk about it" Damon kissed the top of your head.

You looked up at him and nodded, "I promise" you mumbled and Damon smiled hearing your small words while you started to doze off on his chest.

"I love you Dee" You said right before falling into a deep sleep.

"I love you too, Baby" Damon responded, knowing full well that you couldn't hear him.

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supercap2319 · 5 months

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stefan salvatore male reader where the reader is Caroline's" brother " where he fell in love with Stefan but he only had eyes for Elena but they became friends and when stelena reações the end Stefan and the reader has his chance, from friends to lovers (Stefan has feelings for him and everyone noticed) the reader is a heretic and was transformed by Katherine along with his sister.

Things were never the same for Y/N Forbes when the handsome and mysterious Stefan Salvatore came into town. He was the new guy that everyone wanted, especially his sister, Caroline. His sister was known for getting any guy that she wanted, so to see Stefan reject his sister for Elena Gilbert was surprising.

Y/N tried to make nice with Stefan in a non-homoerotic way during football practice. Stefan was making it very hard not to pop any boners when he looked so good in his football gear. Then Stefan's older brother came into town. Damon was the bad boy with blue eyes and leather jacket, and even though he was very sexy, he was too much of an asshole for Y/N's taste, but not for his sisters.

Little did Y/N know that Damon was using and abusing his sister. Using her for sex and for her blood as a vampire. Something he wouldn't understand until later on as he and Stefan were just friends as he watched in suffering silence.

Although there was one time Y/N got into his mom's whiskey and he drunkenly called Stefan and invited him over to his house to sleep with him, but Stefan set the record straight. "Y/N, you're a really cool guy, but you and me, it's not gonna happen."

Y/N tried not to feel hurt by that, but he understood. A couple of months later he and Caroline were in a car crash with Matt and Tyler as Damon gave them some of his blood, and Elena for some reason killed them by smothering their faces with pillows.

That's when Y/N realized that he was turned into a vampire, more specifically, a heretic. He never knew about his witch side, and apparently he somehow activated his genetic maker as a siphoner to become a heretic. That's when Stefan taught him to control his bloodlust and suddenly all those feelings of hurt and anger for the older vampire were replaced by an intense fire of rekindled love.

And with threats like Katherine Pierce and the Originals trying to find the Doppelgänger aka Elena Gilbert. Y/N was going to be used as a sacrifice for Klaus's curse breaking ritual, but instead, Elena's Aunt Jenna was killed instead. Later on, Elena was turned into a vampire as she realized that she was having feelings for Damon, and soon they were broken up.

That's when Y/N decided to help Stefan. Be there for him. As a friend, but perhaps this was his chance as they shared a dance at senior prom. "Then how does anyone ever seem to move on?" Stefan asked as he spun Y/N in a circle.

"I don't know. I think someday you'll meet someone new... And fall madly in love. And you'll have moved on without even realizing it." Y/N said, as they looked into each other's eyes.

And from then on, Y/N and Stefan were close as close can be. Especially, when Y/N thought he was gone forever after he was killed by a traveler inside Tyler's body. That's when Y/N decided to tell Stefan that he was still in love with him. "Stefan, I realized something about myself when I thought you were gone. I realized that even though you said that we could never happen, I just wanted to let you know that I've always been in love with you. And I don't understand how Elena could let an amazing person like you slip through her fingers and–"

Stefan cut him off with a kiss as he looked at him and smiled. "Y/N Forbes, I think I've liked you from day one. I just couldn't admit it to myself that Elena and I were over, but I think I want you instead. I guess a part of me always did."

They kissed once again as everyone was either happy for them like Caroline, or unhappy like Elena.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #stefan salvatore #paul wesley #stefan salvatore x male reader #paul wesley x male reader #witch gilbert

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Damon Salvatore x F! Reader

** I am literally psychotic for this man. If anyone has any recs of any longer fics to read for Damon, please send my way! I feel like there aren’t enough lol **

~ just pretend this is an alternate vampire diaries universe where Elena stays with Stefan after turning!

Thinking about making this a short series with roadtrip x one bed trope! Let me know if that’s something you’d want!

If it were up to you, your best friend would’ve never fallen for a vampire in the first place.

Not only would you have a little more peace and quiet, but you might have at least a slight grip on your sanity.

You are currently standing in your bathroom, cursing to yourself as you try to wipe off the dried blood on your neck. You’d been bitten a few hours ago, the hectic events of the night putting a pause on your ability to treat your wound earlier.

As sad as it is to say, the bite really didn’t affect you like it should have. You’d been bitten too many times to count, and with Stefan using you as a message from Klaus, the well-being of your bestie’s oddly likeable boyfriend took precedence over a vampire bite.

The cotton ball slipped out of your grasp again, landing on the counter silently, drawing a “mother fu-” past your lips before a throat clearing snatched your attention to the doorway. Leaning smugly against the doorframe, clad in a leather jacket and jeans, arms tucked across his chest, was your biggest nightmare.

Damon Salvatore.

Since his brother had gone missing with Klaus, he had recruited you as his partner to aid in finding him. His exact reasoning was something along the lines of you both “sharing an interest” in finding him for the people you love or something. Stefan is your best friend’s boyfriend, so finding him was important to you. Working alongside his handsome devil of a brother, not so much.

Damon is reckless. He’s selfish and uncaring, willing to sacrifice anyone or anything for his own wants and needs. He’s rude, snarky, sarcastic, and impulsive. All of that in mind, that’s not the reason you despise him, surprisingly. You despise him for the ease in which he pulls a blush to your cheeks, the tingling feeling he leaves behind when he brushes against you, the knots in your stomach that appear when his baby blue’s meet your gaze.

That is what is despicable about Damon to you. The ability he has to completely knock you off balance, leaning into those giggly teenage fantasies every girl has. It’s dangerous.

Knowing this, you can’t help but roll your eyes in frustration when you take a glance at his smirking face standing in your bathroom doorway. He’s been doing that lately. Popping in for visits unannounced, anyways. They started with purpose, him discussing a new lead about Stefan, gathering the intel you had gathered on your own investigation. Now, though, it seems like he just does it because he’s.. bored?

“Well hello to you too.” He mutters, scoffing at the greeting he received from you.

“I’m busy, Damon.” You mutter, cotton ball back up to your neck. You let out a sound of despair when you accidentally graze the open hole in your neck, throwing the cotton ball back onto the counter before letting out a sigh of defeat.

“Yeah, busy failing. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to make it worse..” he argued, standing up straight to come stand behind you in the mirror.

You avoid his gaze in the reflection, instead choosing to pull out a new cotton ball and douse it in peroxide to busy yourself. Once the ball is saturated, you look back at yourself in the mirror, leaning in closer to get a better view of the wound.

“My bad. I’m not yet an expert on how to treat a bite from a creature that shouldn’t even exist, I suppose.” You grumble, moving more of your hair out of the way to examine the area.

You had already gotten ready for bed, your hair in long loose curls from the style you did that morning, makeup cleared and skincare applied. You didn’t let yourself over analyze the fact that you were wearing a massive tshirt and tiny sleep shorts, though.

Damon sighed behind you. You felt a little tug on the ends of your hair before he murmured a quick “let me see” and turned your shoulder to face him.

Giving up, you dropped your shoulders in defeat, turning away from the mirror and leaning your weight into the counter top. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised one eyebrow up to the ceiling as you met Damon’s gaze.

“I figured Klaus would’ve killed you by now for trying to detain Stefan.” you mused, lip fighting its way into a smirk at your own humor. Damon’s eyes followed the movement before coming back to your own. He let out his own little smirk as well, and you tried not to shiver when his hand slid into the juncture of your neck to angle your head. His fingers easing into your hair and warm palm on your pulse point almost had your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Kill me? You’re hilarious. Klaus knows better than to try that.” He jokes, free hand coming up to wipe at the wound with the cotton ball you had previously. You let out an annoyingly girly giggle at his response, lifting your eyes to look at the well behind his head as he leaned in closer to your neck.

“I seem to recall you being bedridden for days with a werewolf bite a few short months ago. Received by none other than the man himself.” You dramatically sighed, bringing your finger up to tap your chin as if in deep thought.

Damon just shook his head with a huff at your antics, finally getting the last few bits of blood off of your neck. The silence was comfortable as he moved onto applying ointment to the wound.

After a few minutes of doctoring, you felt your eyes getting heavy and your head leaning more into Damon’s palm. “Alright. We’re almost done. Sorry for boring you to death.” He teased, hand coming up to poke you in the side as your eyes flew back open.

“Hey!” You whined, hand coming up to slap at his chest, albeit very weakly. Letting out a huff, you pulled your hand back in and crossed it back under your other arm.

“Remind me to never come to your rescue again. All I’ve gotten in return is snoring and abuse.” Damon grumbled, finally sticking down a bandage before throwing the wrapper in the trash.

“I’ll show you abuse” you murmured, grabbing onto Damon’s outstretched hands to turn you back around. You met your gaze in the mirror and then inspected the bandage up close. “Wooowww. Someone really knows their stuff.” You tease, eyebrows wiggling in your reflection as you keep looking closely.

Damon just rolls his eyes in annoyance before grabbing your wrist gently and easing you towards your bedroom. He pulls back your blankets before helping you ease into the bed, pulling them back over you once you’re settled in.

“Get some shut eye soldier, we’re going to Alabama tomorrow.” He whispers towards your ear in a smirk, raising back up to pat on your shoulder gently before walking away.

You shoot up suddenly, gasping out a “We’re what?!”.

Your question falls on deaf ears, your room dark and empty with the curtains swaying in the breeze.

** OKAY. I MIGHT ACTUALLY MAKE THIS A SERIES. POSSIBLE ROADTRIP x ONE BED TROPE COMING SOON EEEEKKK!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK*

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #vampire #the vampire diaries #fluff #cute #comfort

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Helloooo :) i hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Or just both lol. Anyways, is it okay if I ask for a Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader one-shot? For me, I don’t like where the reader just falls in love with him so quickly, despite everything he has done. I was thinking of something with fluff and he has to work for her love? So basically, reader has been friends with Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline since childhood, but she’s still human. And she hates Klaus for what he has done to her friends and family, but despite everything he has done he hasn’t don’t anything to harm her physically in any way. (Hint hint, cause it means he likes her lol). And because of this, he tries to show he genuinely cares about her. It takes her a long while to eventually warm up to him.

Sorry, this is a lot -_-…uh, and not very detailed lol. I wanted to leave it up to your imagination, but totally fine if you can’t cause writers block and other things. Anyway, an idea: maybe reader gets saved by Klaus and he admits he likes her but she kinda plays hard to get. of course, she can’t help but to be flattered by his accent, his flattery, his looks, etc. And because she is human, being tortured or just kidnapped by supernatural beings is genuinely terrifying and he comforts her? I hope this is all okay! Of course you can change or add whatever you’d like. I love Klaus so much, and I love your writing!

Description: If the great Niklaus Mikaelson wants to become closer to the reader then he would have to push through thick and thin to do so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best to show this eventual bonding that is more realistic, while also not rambling on for a story length.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1, 915

First Person's POV

Niklaus Mikaelson drove me insane, I do not understand how he thought he could follow me around, begging for my interest like he hasn't done anything wrong to those around him. The great Klaus Mikaelson was many things but he wasn't the type of man I would bend over backwards to show that their past didn't matter. I won't lie, there were times when it was hard to really show my distaste for the Hybrid due to that accent, his looks and his charisma but I do like to pride myself on my stubbornness and the fact that I'm not that easy to charm.

Besides Matt, I was the only other human, sure Bonnie was in a sense human but she had her magic to protect her and I had nothing. I didn't have any of that. I was just a straight-up human who could die at any second or become permanently injured if tossed around too harshly. The girls have grown to somewhat like him and every now and again will remind me of the fact that not once has he ever tried to hurt me, not once has he ever used me as bait or tried threatening me in any way shape or form.

Bonnie, Caroline and Elena have all expressed their hatred for the man and it only fueled mine. I have no clue what it would take for me to show any sign of sympathy for the man or any sense of forgiveness considering what he's done. There were times when I even disliked Damon and Stefan for what they've done. Sure, it might be contractionary of me to like the Salvatores and not hate them like I did Klaus... but still.

It's at least been a good two years of having the Mikaelsons in our lives. Rebekah and Elijah were tolerable. I felt for Rebekah and Elijah seemed true to his word, even if he was sometimes conflicted between his family and his morals. Klaus was

"Hey, Y/n!" I huffed, stopping in my tracks, knowing there was no use in continuing on when he could easily Casper the ghost right in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, not impressed by his persistent attitude.

"What do you want Niklaus?

"Well, love... I was hoping I could treat you to some dinner. Show you some of the best places. Things you couldn't possibly comprehend seeing." I rolled my eyes, shook my head, sucked my lips into a straight line and raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Niklaus? Every time it's been a no. What makes you think this will be a yes?"

"I saw your play last night, I think you are a pretty amazing actress." I didn't believe him, I think that he's making stuff up, trying to show that he's a good guy.

"Prove it, what happened when the actor playing Stanley threw his chair." Klaus chuckled lightly, licking his lips for a moment before he walked closer and leaned in for a moment.

"You tripped over your own feet, fell over... you worked it into your performance, no one in that audience would've known any different. I think skill like that is pretty talented. I have seen many performers across my lifetime and not many could do that." I rocked on my feet, biting my lips and huffing for a moment.

"You came to my performance?" I questioned my tone soft for a moment, surprised that Klaus came. The girls weren't able to due to supernatural issues happening again, I didn't want to show any sign of falling for his charm.

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you sound so surprised..." I shrugged, taking a breath, glancing away for a moment trying to remain as stoic as I could.

"I have to go, goodbye, Klaus." I carried on my way, going back to doing what I originally planned on doing before. Tonight was the closing night of A Streetcar Named Desire the girls were meant to show but once again due to the new big bad in town, they didn't show. I stood in my dressing room, wiping off my makeup before the tears could come. I was just about to open the door before I was stopped by Klaus.

"K-Klaus... what, what are you doing here?" He handed me a bouquet of my F/fs, I took them with a small smile and stepped aside to allow him into the dressing room.

"You got your own dressing room, that's pretty neat..." The Hybrid trailed off, glancing at the desk that was covered in tissues, I moved to clean them up but he moved in front of me before I could.

"Why are you crying...?"

"I'm okay Niklaus." I turned to him hearing his chuckle, I raised an eyebrow in question, how dare he laugh at me!

"I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the fact that when I'm getting closer to breaking down your walls, you call me Klaus but when you realise that you're dropping your walls you go right back to calling me Niklaus." I sat back down, staring at him surprised that he picked up on something that I hadn't actively been aware of doing.

"My friends couldn't come. They promised that they would but because of the new big bad in town... they couldn't and because I'm human-" Realising I was sharing my than I would like to Klaus, I bit my lip trying to remind myself that I couldn't get close to Klaus.

"Let me read you something." He pulled out a newspaper, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, just for once but turned my attention to continuing to remove my makeup.

"Y/n L/n's performance as Blanche DuBois has been spectacular on all nights of the production. In my years as a critic, I have never seen this much dedication and accuracy similar to the vision Tennessee Williams had when picturing Blanche DuBois. I admire Y/n greatly as a performer and know that she is an actress highly dedicated to perfecting her characters' mannerisms and hope that she goes far with her acting journey." I stared at Klaus surprised, I jumped to my feet, staring at Klaus with intrigue and took the paper from his hands.

I read the words, staring at them in shock that this was actually true, the author's name is what shocked me the most. Klaus M

"You wrote this?"

"I did."

"And you mean it?"

"I do." Maybe... maybe if a man who didn't know me could make the time to watch all of my performances... maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Thank you, Klaus... it means a lot."

It took two years, four months and 18 days for Klaus Mikaelson to get me to warm up to him, I think I deserve a trophy for just how long I've made him work to get to know me better. The truth is, I am terrified of getting killed, kidnapped or tortured by the supernatural me, I mean what if someone worse than Klaus comes into town and because I am one of the very few humans left in town I get used as collateral?

I was walking home from the Grill, minding my own business until everything went dark and I finally came to find myself tied up in a chair, blood dripping from my nose, head and stomach. I cried out, looking around terrified of who could be hurting me and what they would do if they didn't get what they wanted.

"Hmm, you're awake again. Try not to pass out this time... the blood loss will really be screwing with your head. I would apologise but I really don't care I just need that damn hybrid to come forward and save your ass-"

"Who are you?" I cried out, trying my best to not show weakness but the pain in my limbs and the fear that was coming in made it impossible to think of anything but my pain.

"Who I am isn't important, I tried to keep your face pretty but you know." The unknown figure shrugs, leaning in closer and grabbing my face in his hands with a glare forming and with a snarl he reveals his fangs. I shake my head, feeling his breath on my skin and whimper feeling his fangs pierce my neck.

It fades away swiftly, the tears cascade down my cheeks, and I stare in shock seeing Klaus standing there and dropping the man's heart onto the floor. Within an instant I was in his arms, I grabbed onto his shirt letting out a sob and whimpering as the pain seemed to increase.

"Shh, love, it's okay... you're gonna be okay. I've got you." Klaus reassured, biting into his wrist, he gestures to his wrist and I slowly suck on his wrist.

"I won't let anything happen to you, love. I am very fond of you, I will not let anything happen before I can tell you just how fond I am of you." I stared in fascination as my body healed instantly, it always surprised me and always made me curious to realise how lucky these supernatural beings were.

"Please, please don't let them hurt me. Don't let them get to me."

"It's okay, love. I've got you."

"I'm so scared, every day, I'm scared that I'm going to be kidnapped or tortured... being human, I know I'm nothing compared-"

"I won't let that happen. Love, I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I swear to you." He hummed lightly, rocking me in his arms and whispered over and over again kind and soothing words. I decided to bring it back to his starting words, once I felt okay and able to move on from what just happened.

"You're fond of me? Nothing new-" I stated, with a shrug, biting back the smile I wanted to show, Klaus chuckled and helped me to my feet. I stared at him, surely making a weird expression as I hid my emotions.

"I am fond of you, I like you, quite a bit and I want you to know, love I will do anything to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for the rest of eternity, I will do what I can to keep you safe." My heart skipped a beat, it made me feel special knowing that someone cared for me that much, I nodded and sucked in a breath gradually letting a smile come through.

"Thank you for saving me... "

"You're welcome, love. Love, I hope you know how gorgeous you are." I blushed, scrunching my face up as his normal charm got to me more than normal.

"Flattery only gets you so far."

"Yet, it got me to becoming closer to you." I shrugged, smirking for a moment and sucked in a deep breath. I grabbed his hand, smiling happily and tried my best to not focus in on the blood on my clothes, his clothes and the floor from the attacker.

"Well, then, perhaps I'll let you in closer."

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