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fandoms--fluff · 6 months
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Hiii! I love Ur writing, it's so good. But I was wondering if icoukd request something? It's one where damon as a daughter (who's like forever 3 bc he turned her) that no one but stefan knew about and when the other accidentally walk in on the two having a cute father/daughter moment like him talking in a baby voice?
Better Than Before
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Flufftober, October 8th
Warnings: None
A/n: A bit shorter than my other oneshots, but it's cute! I hope you like it!
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Stefan walks into the house and shuts the door. The first thing he notices is that it's way too quiet in the house. Even when Damon makes you have a nap, it's still loud.
Stefan walks deeper into the house until he hears soft voices coming from upstairs. He follows his brother's and niece's voices until he comes to a stop outside your bedroom.
You and your daddy are on the ground. You're sat in his lap while he holds your brown fluffy teddy bear out in front of you. He's acting a scene out with the bear, his voice high-pitched, making you giggle.
"I love you so much, you're the best girl in the whole world" Damon makes the bear move around and point at you. He brings the bear close to your face and makes a kssing sound as if the bear is kissing your nose.
The action makes you giggle more, and cuddle back into him. "Funny Daddy" you nuzzle your head into his chest.
"Funny is right" Stefan smiles, making his presence known.
Damon immediately looks over to his little brother and sighs. He was not supposed to hear that. "Your dad's gotten even better over the years" he crouches down in front of you.
"I suggest you shut your mouth before you regret it" Damon glares at him. "But you have, I mean it's different from when you did that with me. Your daddy would hit me with the bear instead of make it kiss my nose" He ruffles your soft hair.
You look up at your uncle with a smile, "Daddy bad" You say and look over to your daddy then.
"He sure was" Stefan whispered. Damon has a faux offended look on his face.
"Well, I was going to offer cookies, but maybe it's not such a good idea if you're agreeing with Uncle Stefan here" Damon raises an eyebrow.
"No! Want cookie, sorry daddy" You say quickly and hug him before lifting your arms up for Stefan to pick you up while Damon stands from the ground.
"Were you wif your gir'friend?" You tilt your head quizzically at Stefan. All he does is widen his eyes just a bit, how did you know about Elena?
"Well, answer the sweet gremlin" Damon smirks, answering Stefan's question.
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babeydollx · 3 months
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The Second Day of Kinkmas: Tit Fucking | Damon Salvatore
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Warnings: cursing, smut, sexual themes, tit fucking, minors dni
Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Vampire Reader
Summary: I really don't know what to put for a summary this time so lmao.
12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist
© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.
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"I know you'd like it, baby." Damon said with a smirk. "Plus, I thought you wanted to try some new things. This way we could try something new and I would be able to see your tits, it's a win win." He said with a grin. You chuckled and shook your head. You always knew that when it came to Damon's preference sexually that he was more of a tit person and you had been waiting for him to bring tit fucking into the bedroom, you were just shocked that he hadn't done it sooner.
"Alright, we can try it out." You said with a chuckle as you looked up at him. "Well then, why don't we get these pesky clothes out of the way then." He said with a smirk as he pulled your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra and taking that off too. His hands reached up to kneed at the soft flesh of your tits before he gently squeezed your nipples, causing you to whimper.
He began to unbuckle his belt as you got onto the bed for him and sat on your knees. He laid his already hardened cock on the valley of your breasts. You used your hands to squeeze your breasts around his cock before he started to slowly begin to thrust. You looked up at him as he let out a soft moan. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, the quickened pace causing you to have a little bit of a harder time breathing.
You leaned your head down and started to lick the tip of his dick as he continued to thrust his cock between your squished tits. He looked down at you and watched you lick his tip only brought him closer to his release. You squeezed your tits together more as he thrusted faster. He thrusted a few more times before cumming on your breasts and on your tongue. You giggled and swallowed it before Damon pushed you down onto the bed. "Now it's your turn to cum." He said with a devilish smirk.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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Stefan: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.
Caroline: Uh, Y/n and Damon are not getting along.
Stefan: They’re not trying to kill each other.
Caroline: You may have a point.
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honeybear-yammy · 1 year
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A Little Tied Up
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Warnings: cursing, smut, mean!Damon, rough!Damon, punishment, bondage, unprotected sex, 18+
Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader
Summary: In which Y/N decides to test Damon a little bit but, he doesn't let her get away with it so easily.
Prompts: "You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?" and "Less talking, more fucking."
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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You whined and pulled against the ropes that were tying your wrists to the headboard. Damon just stood there and watched you with a smirk on his face. He loved to watch you squirm around tied up naked on his bed. You shot a dirty glare his way when you saw the way he was watching you.
"You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?" He asked with a smirk. 
"Damon Salvatore, I swear to god." You said with a growl but it only made him smirk more and chuckle darkly. 
"You'll do what?" He asked with a smirk. "You can't go anywhere, you're a little tied up." He said. You rolled your eyes hard. He glared at you and growled slightly when he did so. He walked over to you getting onto the bed then grabbed you by the throat. 
"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me princess." He said glaring down at you. 
"I'll do what I want." You said with a smirk. 
"Will you now? Because it seems like you're stuck here, trapped with no escape." He said with a smirk, loving the power he had over you. He sat up and stripped his clothes off until he was fully bare and then spread your legs wide for him. He positioned himself between your legs then looked up at you with a devilish grin. 
"Oh baby, you're going to be sorry that you ever messed with me." He said still smirking and then, with zero warning, he thrusted into you roughly. You cried out when he did so and your back arched immediately. 
He smirked even more seeing what just his cock alone did to your body. He began to thrust into you but, didn't bother to be gentle with you. He was being very, very rough with you. 
"Fuck! Feel so full!" You cried out.
"Less talking, more fucking." He said as he thrusted into you faster. At this point he was fucking you at an ungodly pace, you honestly could barely handle it at this point. Your hands grabbed the rope so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.
You felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You could tell that Damon was close too since his thrusts were getting messy. You clenched around his hardened cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.
"Aw, does the baby want to cum?" He asked. You nodded as you cried out. "Well, too fucking bad. Hold it." He said with a growl.
"I- please!" You cried out.
"I said hold it!" He snapped as he thrusted into you harder. You cried out, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as he used you for his own pleasure. After a few minutes, you could tell that he was not going to hold out for another second.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum baby. Cum with me, okay?" He asked as he moaned out. You nodded quickly. He thrusted into you a few more times and then he came undone. As he came, you came at the same time, coming hard on his cock. He hovered over you with his cock still inside of you, catching his breath.
"Can you untie me now?" You asked.
"Untie you? Oh baby, we are just getting started." He said with a smirk. 
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scuttling · 7 months
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Devil You Know
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries Pairings: Damon Salvatore/female reader (future) Word Count: 2,107 Tags: Just canon typical violence/blood so far, Episode related 2x14 Crying Wolf Summary: Damon's in love with Elena, would do anything to keep her safe—including forming an alliance with a mysterious newcomer who just might change everything. A/N: I consider this a teaser I guess, as plan to write the rest of season 2's storyline! I hope you like it :)
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Damon goes to the historical society tea party because he needs to confront Elijah. 
It’s absolutely the last thing he wants to do, after blowing off Jenna’s friend Andie, who will almost certainly be in attendance; the last thing he wants to do, knowing that Elena and Stefan are on some romantic getaway to her family’s cabin by the lake. But he needs to protect her, which means finding out more about Elijah and the deal he’s made with her, which means he gets dressed and goes to the party, puts on a smile, charms the pants off everyone like he always does.
It’s not easy, but someone’s gotta do it.
Damon is just walking away from Alaric, heading into the study on Elijah’s heels, when a pretty young woman grabs him by the elbow of his jacket. She fits in at the tea party, in a white sweater, long, tan skirt, and heels, but he can’t remember ever seeing her around town.
“Whatever you’re about to do, don’t,” she says in a low voice. A human wouldn’t have heard it, her lips barely move, but he can and she must know that. 
“And who are you?” he asks, cocking a brow. He doesn’t take advice from people he does know, and definitely not from people he doesn’t; all the same, something about her intrigues him, though he can’t quite put his finger on it.
“Someone who’s not about to let you make the biggest mistake of your life — or afterlife, whatever you call it.” She lets go of the fabric of his jacket, then smooths it out where she’s wrinkled it. “Trying to kill an Original is suicide, so don’t.” 
She says it with an air of finality, almost authoritative, then turns away from him like she’s going to leave. 
He can’t let this girl leave, but he can’t let Elijah go either. He’s torn, feels two warring senses of urgency, looks briefly toward the study and then back to her retreating frame.
“Wait—who are you? How do you know–what you know?” She turns back, hair falling over her shoulder, and shakes her head like she’s frustrated that he’s even bothering to ask.
“I know, and that’s all that matters right now. Look, I have to go; I shouldn't have come as it is.” 
Damon grabs her arm to stop her from turning again, to stop her from leaving, but she frees herself with one firm, no nonsense tug and walks out the door without ever looking back. 
A mystery for another time. Elijah’s in the study, and Damon’s going to do what he came for in the first place.
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He gets stabbed in the neck by Elijah because of course he does; he never claimed to be rational or sensible, to think things through or weigh the consequences like his brother. He acts on instinct, with more emotion than most people probably imagine him capable of, and then deals with the aftermath as it comes. 
The aftermath of this situation is a very sore throat, and a growing headache, as he mulls over what little they know, over and over and over in his mind. 
“Today was a bust,” he punctuates with a sip of bourbon. He says it to himself, to the room at large, but Ric answers anyway.
“Yeah, that Elijah’s one scary dude. I’d think twice before I trust that dagger and some ashes to do the job. You’re gonna need more info.” Damon frowns.
“But I’m out of sources.” Ric stands to pour another drink, grabs Damon’s glass and does the same. When he hands it back, Damon has a flash of memory from earlier in the day—the tea party, the mystery girl who knew more than she should—and he smiles a little to himself, pleased. “Actually, you know what. There might be one person who can help us out.”
“I’ll take anything we can get,” Ric says, drinking down the remainder of his bourbon in one sip. Damon stands and does the same, grabs his jacket from the back of his chair. 
As they head for the front door he starts brainstorming, deciding where they are most likely to find her. Strangers always seem to gravitate toward the Grill, so they should probably start there, ask around, find out if anyone who’d been at the event remembered her.
Those plans are cut short by werewolves. Goddamn werewolves.
“You know what the great thing about buckshot is? It scatters through the body. Maximum damage,” the one he knows to be Jules says, the one he hates with every fiber of his being. 
They’ve got him chained to a chair—an antique that’s going to be a bitch to restore after this—with some kind of inverted spike collar on him, and he is leaking blood from a hole in his neck for the second time today. It’s a new method of torture for him, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little terrified of the potential outcome.
This is how he knows he loves Elena, really, truly loves her, he thinks. For anyone else, he’d have given up a long, long time ago, out of both boredom and self-preservation. Damon would kill for almost anyone—he kills mainly for himself, anyway—but she’s the only one he’d die for now that Katherine has fucked them all for the last time. 
“Where is the moonstone?” Jules yells, pulling him out of his thoughts with a cock of her gun. One of the wolves pulls on the collar, which hurts like hell, but Damon just shrugs, smarmy as shit. Jules rolls her eyes. “Vampires.”
“At least vampires have the decency not to enter someone’s home without permission,” someone calls from the foyer. Damon can see that it’s his mystery guest, still dressed for the party, as she strolls casually down the hallway and into the parlor, toward the werewolves. Jules takes a good look at the girl, brows tight, as if she’s trying to place her, but the other wolves growl—actually growl—at her, nostrils flaring. It’s clear they know who she is… and that they actually fear her. “If I were you, I’d go. Now. Before another one of you gets hurt.”
Whether she’s referring to Mason or someone else he doesn’t know about, it doesn’t make a difference; the male wolves run out of the house in a blur, and Jules must trust her pack enough to know to follow, because she speeds past the girl and out the front door with the rest of them. 
Damon is impressed. Very impressed.
A minute later, when the house is quiet and the girl seems satisfied the wolves are gone, she steps toward Damon; her heels click across the wood floor, and in that delicate skirt, that pristine white sweater, she yanks at the chains that have him bound to the wooden chair. They nearly crumble in her hands, breaking apart and freeing him from captivity.
Now he’s kind of terrified again. Terrified, and a little turned on, and really fucking confused. 
“Should have let them kill you,” she mutters as she unlocks the collar, her hands slick with his blood but no less precise. She pulls each wooden stake carefully away from his neck, and he sighs his relief when the device is completely off, discarded on the ground. “Do you always have such a knack for getting yourself into dangerous situations, or have I stumbled upon a no good, very bad day?” 
“Hey. They broke into my house,” he reminds her, standing, and what’s left of the chains join the collar in a heap on the floor. The girl lets out a long sigh and puts up her bloody hands in a gesture of irritation.
“Because you’re fucking with, quite literally, the most powerful, ancient beings, things you know next to nothing about, even though I told you not to.”
“No offense, but I have no idea who you are, what you are… Those guys obviously did, and I’m getting now that you’re kind of a big deal, but it takes a lot more than a mysterious girl leaving a cryptic message at a town event to get me to change my mind.”
With another sigh, she sticks out one of her hands, and after a pause he gets what she’s after, reaches out to complete the handshake. 
“Hi, I’m the new resident vampire slayer. Happy to make your acquaintance.” He tries not to show that his mind is a little blown at this, that the prim and proper, frankly beautiful girl in front of him is a killer of anything.
“Vampire slayer? Is ‘hunter’ not cool enough this year?” She drops his hand, then wipes the blood from hers against the fabric of his black henley; it’s not enough to clean them fully, but now they’re merely stained red and no longer dripping with the evidence of his prior torture. 
“Hunters are usually guys with personal vendettas, who spend too much time shopping at the army surplus store,” she says with a completely unsubtle look at Ric, who remains dead on the Persian rug. Either she doesn’t care, or she’s spotted the Gilbert ring, knows what it means. “Slayers are different; we’re born with innate power, similar to what you develop when you transition—though I guess it’s all the same when you’re on the wrong end of a wooden stake.”
She takes a step back as he takes a step toward her—toward Ric, really. She watches as Damon lifts him up and drops him onto the sofa, so he can wake up with a little more dignity, at least. “So, vampire slayer. Are you from around here?” he asks as he turns back. He grabs their glasses from earlier, and a third, and fills them all with bourbon. He offers her the drink, which she accepts, sips. 
“I get around,” she says lightly, carefully avoiding his question. She walks around the room, exploring, as he cleans up, rolls up the soiled rug so he can dump it later on. “This is my first time in Mystic Falls, though I know all about its… rich history.” She takes another drink, this one deeper, like she’s tired after such a long day. He knows he is, so he can understand the feeling. “I’m drawn to where I’m needed, and I wasn’t needed here until the moonstone came into play. Now you've got doppelgängers, werewolves… I’m just fortunate you dealt with the vampires in the tomb on your own, or we’d be in a hell of a lot more trouble.”
“Hey, I’ve changed since then; I was an idiot in love,” he explains, then he fully realizes that’s bullshit; he’s still an idiot, and still in love—or, more appropriately, in love again. 
He throws her a playful smirk, but she’s not laughing when she comes closer and locks eyes with him. It’s the first time he’s looked at her and seen what must be her darker, more dangerous side.
“Love is not an acceptable excuse for your actions, and if you ever give me reason to, I’ll put you down without hesitation. It’s important that you know that.” Her eyes flick over his, as if ensuring that he’s gotten the message, that he understands her loud and clear. “Even when I help you—if I help you—my loyalties are to the slayers who fought before me, who fight alongside me. No one else. If any of you harm an innocent person with intent, I will kill you.”
Damon contemplates that for a moment, he really does; there’s no shortage of people who want him dead, so adding one more to the list isn’t really as impactful as she may believe. He can’t help thinking, though, that if she’s on their side—if she’s willing to fight with them instead of against them—they might actually have a chance against the werewolves, the Originals. They might actually have a shot at eliminating the threat instead of outrunning it, at protecting Elena once and for all. 
It means giving up human blood, which isn’t his favorite thing to do, but he’s done it before, can do it again. Will do it for Elena, if that’s what it takes.
“You have my word, slayer,” he says, peering down seriously into her eyes. For once, he means it. “You help us keep Elena safe, and we’ll all be on our best behavior, or you get to wipe out every creature of the night that lives in Mystic Falls.”
She nods, after a moment, then drains her glass of bourbon with an exaggerated, satisfied smack of her lips. 
“Alright then. First things first: who’s Elena?”
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hotdilfs11 · 6 months
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People We Met In Supermarkets pt 1- Damon x Reader
✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?
✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon
warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away
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As the sun slowly caresses the curtains, a new day appears. I was under the soft, cozy covers, taking in the beautiful, luminating sunshine as it softly touched my icy, cold skin. I started to stretch my limbs gently, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. I lifted myself up, slowly resting my arms on the cotton-white sheet. I looked over to my left to see someone on their back sleeping with no shirt on, and then I realized I was in Damon's bed. His back was toned and firm. He had porcelain-soft skin and raven-colored hair. The color of his hair was deep and intense. It looked very soft and rich the longer I looked at it. I started getting butterflies the longer I observed him. He looked so relaxed and peaceful as the sun bounced gracefully off his face. The gentle rhythm of his breath fell up and down as the sound of his heart beating calmed me. Damon and I aren’t dating; however, he is very flirty with me, and he treats me differently compared to everyone else. When I talk about him to Bonnie or Stefan, they look at me like I’m the crazy one because of how he acts around them, but I never saw that side of him. Damon is nice, loving, tenderhearted, and just an amazing guy for me in general. He reminded me of someone I used to know, but way better. Anyway, the reason I’m waking up beside him is because the night before, he asked me to come in here to talk and hang out. However, we both fell asleep beside each other at the dead of night.
While I was admiring Damon's handsome, sexy, and stunning features, I started to notice a devious smirk start to form on the corner of his mouth. 
“Will you stop staring at me? It's a bit creepy,” he says in a flirtatious yet sleepy voice. My lips curled upward, creating a soft, looming smile across my face as I heard those words spill out of his mouth. My stomach started to turn, and a subtle ruby tint started to form on my cheeks because hearing his voice in the morning is like hearing a sweet, comforting lullaby.
“Whatever are you talking about, Mr. Salvatore?” I say it with a charming yet witty, harsh British accent.
As those words came out of my mouth, his eyes started to flutter open, revealing his arctic blue cat-like eyes glaring at me. "Mmmhh," he mumbled.
I gave him a quick smirk as I jolted out of bed, touching the unheated, bitter floor of the Salvatore house. I stood up in a swift motion and started stretching my arms as a loud grunt escaped from my mouth. I was wearing a jet black tank top and navy blue soft pajama pants. I got out of bed and started walking towards the door. However, I felt a strong pair of eyes scan my body, and as I was turning around, Damon was already behind me, towering over me with a serious face.
“Isn't it too early for vamp powers?” I crossed my arms while I made eye contact with him.
He squinted his eyes at me, looking me up and down. “Where are you going?”
I rolled my eyes and let out a strong exhale. “School Damon gotta live a normal life once in a while."
"You’re one hundred and something years old and immortal, you can take a break and help me with this ritual stuff."
I turned my back on Damon and opened the door to his room, walking right out of it. “Didn’t I tell you I didn’t care about any of this?" I walked into my room and started to look through my dressers, trying to
find an outfit for today, however, I heard Damon's footsteps enter my room. He learned on the doorway and crossed his legs as well as his arms.
“But hear me out; you know nothing about this yet, and maybe you can be useful since..." He said it hesitantly.
I looked at him with an irritated look. “Since I’m a witch, you mean?” I crossed my arms and glared at him.
“I mean… Maybe just a little." Damon said. He was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t amused.
I peered away from him, “No Damon” I sternly said.
He held up his hands. "Fine, FINE, have it your way, little blue Jay, but I still have little Bennent.”  he teasingly stated.
I turned my head towards him and said, "Mmhh... Now let me get dressed and put on a shirt, please. No one wants to see that,” I said,turning away from him in a swift motion.
“I’m not sure about that,” he says in a cocky, playful tone.
“Leave Damon” 
Damon left, and I started getting ready for school. I’ve been through this numerous times, and it never gets old. I love living a normal life because, like all of us vampires, we were forced into this life because I know I was. When I was nineteen, I got jumped by a group of men, but one of them decided to brutally stab me. The vampires I was with at the time found me, brought me home, and gave me a life-changing decision. I either die on a table in front of my whole family or become a vampire and get cast away from my coven. I was scared of death and picked the only option. However, if I could go back on it, I would, but then again, there is something good about becoming a vampire, especially this kind of vampire. I’m a heretic, meaning I’m a vampire and a witch at the same time, meaning twice the manpower, but I still miss my family. There aren't that many Bennents anymore. The Bennents I know are Bonnie, Grams, and me. Ever since the mid-eighties, I haven't seen many Bennents, honestly. I’m just grateful for the rest of us.
Anyway, I walked downstairs and into the Salvatore living room, seeing Stefan reading and drinking coffee like an old, seventy-year-old man. I walked down the little steps and went behind the couch.
I say with a smile on my face, “Mornin’ Stefan!”
He looked behind him while I kissed him on the forehead as a greeting. I walked around the couch, plopping down on the firm cushion right next to him. He turned his head towards me in a swift motion as a soft, warm smirk started to stretch across his face.
"Hey, Jade,” he says quietly.
“Are you and Elena going to school today?” I curiously asked.
"Uh, no, today there's too much going on that we need to figure out; maybe you shouldn’t go either,” he said, concerned.
“Stefan I don’t know anything about whatever happened, and I don’t want to know."I demanded 
He started paying attention to his book again. "Yeah, I heard that whole speech upstairs."
I stood up quickly. "See, this is exactly why I don’t like nosey vampires.”
He closed his book and looked up at me. "Well, we would like your help and input on this, Jade. I know you don’t like to know about these things, but this is frustrating in a way."I heard footsteps approaching. “This is exactly what I said, but did she listen to me? No, she did not."
I sighed and thought about it for a second. "Fine, fine. Just tell me because I know you guys never fucking give up; however, only tell me what youre confused on.”
Damon smirked harshly. "Ok, Blue Jay. I’ll tell you what we are stuck on.”
I plopped back on the couch as Damon entered the living room. "Look, Elena stabbed this weird vampire in the heart with a stake, and he did die, but then he came back to life. This girl, Rose, said he’s one of the “originals,” he air-quoted.
I started to harshly frown at those words. I really hope it isn’t who I think it is.
"However, we don’t know if she's telling the truth or not."
I cut him off mid-sentence and anxiously said, "Yes, she’s right...I… I have to go.
The Salvatores frowned at me as I quickly ran out of the room.
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hellishseaqueen · 5 months
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y'all, I need help. I'm looking for a Damon Salvatore fanfic where he had essentially been sired to a female vampire other than Katherine, was probably a plus sized oc? they had like an emotional reconnection and also a makeout session?
I'm pretty sure it was a one-shot, but maybe a two-parter? definitely not a series. I have searched the internet high and low for this thing and cannot find it.
Please, if you know of one that sounds similar, please pass it my way! it's also highly possible I wrote the fic based on something I read and now cannot find that doc whatsoever.
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thewulf · 4 days
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Hi there ! Do you also write for Damon Salvatore?
You know. I totally will! I haven’t watched TVD in a while but it gives me the excuse to refresh and rewatch 🫶 send it my way!!
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thewritersaddictions · 6 months
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Day Ten: Damon Salvatore + Praising
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Damon pushed you down to the bed. The back of your knees had only hit the bed sheets for a moment. Your clothes are thrown in a mixture on the floor. A heated agruement had turned into this and that was just a normal for the two of you.
Damon loved you. He really did but he only knew how to show it in a few ways. This way, the aqressive love making way was always the best. Jeans, shirts, and panties laid on the hardwood floor. A trail of your hot and messy kisses that had led both you to the bed.
Your chest was heavy as your tried to catch your breath. The hot make-out session that guided the two of you up the stairs was still in the back of your head.
Damon kissed up your thighs sweetly. Murmuring words into your skin that you couldn't hear, nor understand. The once cold sheets grew hot underneath your body, and as your tired to get comfortable agasint the bed.
Damon pulled you to the edge of the bed. Your knees hanging over Damons shoulders. The direct eye contact with Damon sending you over an edge you almost always forgot happened. "You gonna look at me the entire time sweet pea."
His words were less question, and more demand. You swallowed hard, and nodded your head. "Good girl." Damon murmured agasint your hot skin, as he took the first dive into your wet pussy.
He was slow at first. Giving kitten licks to your entrance, and then sucking gently on your clit. All while his hands held down your hips to keep you from trying to get more friction.
"Such a good girl," Damon murmured as he pressed wet, sloppy kisses into your thighs. "You always taste so fucking good baby." Damon says as his thumbs rubs soft circles into your hip bone.
Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, and no matter how much you wanted to take your eyes off of Damon. Squeeze them tightly, you didn't
Blue lustfilled eyes staring right back at you. It did something to you. No matter where you were. Here in the bedroom, at a special event for the town of Mystic Falls, or just at home. Damons eyes were always on you, and it always made your knees weak.
A long, whiney moan left your lips as you felt Damons tongue flick over your clit, and play at your pussy. Head falling back onto the soft pillows. Damon tortured you for what felt like forever.
His nose nudging into your clit ever so softly. "Look at me baby… you gotta look at me if you want me to continue." He says his lips are red, and swollen.
"Fuck… I'll look at you… just don't stop… Please Damon just don't…" Your prayers were answered when Damon slipped his tongue back in to devour you some more.
One of your hands leaving the sheets of the bed, and gripping in his short black hair. Youu wanted the friction desperatly and as long as you kept looking he'd give it to you. He'd give you anything you wanted.
"That's it use me baby, use my face to make you cum." Damon words were slurred ever so slightly. "Fuck!" You screamed out, your voice echoing in the empty room. Your grip grew tighter and then you relased him. You were on clound nine, and as Damon contiuned to give soft kitten licks to your clit. "Such a pretty girl when you come all over my face." Damon muttered before climbing up your body and kissing you deeply.
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Posted on: 10/10/23
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The Vampires Diaries // Kinktober '23
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pascaloverx · 3 months
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chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen (final)
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fandoms--fluff · 5 months
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Hi I was wondering if you could do more Damon and Stefan Salvatore x teenage sister reader you’re so great at writing and I loved the other one you wrote <3
Meanie
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Flufftober, October 21st
Teenage Salvatore sister reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore
Warnings: swearing
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"What are you doing?" Stefan leans against the doorway of the kitchen. You're mixing cookie dough in a bowl, except the dough has some strange lumps in it.
"Baking" You look up at him before frowning at the weird consistency in the bowl. The rest of the countertops are a mess, covered with flour, sugar, and some chocolate chips that haven't made it into your mouth surprisingly.
"Are you sure about that?" Stefan raises an eyebrow. "Shut up" you grumble before pushing the bowl away.
"How about setting a place in rule for y/n to never use the kitchen. Ever" Damon walks into the room.
"Hey!" You exclaim, crossing your arms. "He's not wrong" Stefan winced at your stone cold face. "Fine! Have fun cleaning up" you walk out of the kitchen.
"What if I just grounded her" Damon takes the cloth and begrudgingly starts to wipe the counter. "There's only one thing you haven't considered about that" Stefan throws the contents of the bowl into the trash.
"Oh? And what's that" he raises an eyebrow to his younger brother. "She spends ninety percent of her time in her room" Stefan tells him while putting some ingredients away in the cupboards now.
"Right. She hates being around people. Which makes it the perfect punishment" Damon smirks, a plan clearly starting to take place in his mind.
"She's going to kill you" Stefan yells to him as he walks away.
Damon just shrugs as he makes his way up to your room.
Without knocking he enters your room. You're laying in your bed, one of Stefan's diaries in your hands. "Reading one of our brothers private things I see" Damon sits on the foot of your bed.
"Oh please, like you haven't read them all either" you fix him with the same look and place the diaries to the side. "Fair enough."
"I have a surprise for you. Not the best, but maybe it'll teach you a little lesson. And maybe a bit of people skills" Damon stands and walks closer to you. "What are you ta- hey! Put me down, Jackass" you yell as Damon lifts you up into his arms.
He carries your squirming body all the way downstairs, and makes his way to the front door. "Really, Damon?" Stefan sighs as he walks in to the hallway, not thinking he would actually follow through.
"Yep, brother" Damon smirks, reaching for the doorknob. But before he could, you swung one if your feet and smashed it against his arm, pushing yourself out of his grasp. You quickly then kneed him in the gut and swiftly snapped his neck with your hands.
Stefan slightly smiled, knowing Damon had it coming for him as he walked into the livingroom and sits on one of the couches.
Not long after you join him. You sit beside him and cuddle into your big brother's side. "Damon's mean! He tried to make me go talk to people" you pouted before nuzzling your head into him.
"I know, he's horrible isn't he?" Stefan played along, smile resting on his face. "Mhm" you agreed, pout still playing on your lips.
You stay snuggled up next to your big brother until your other big brother wakes. Then you hild km tighter to Stef and use him as basically a personal shield when the times come.
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imaginefan · 1 year
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Damon Salvatore X Fem!REader
Word Count: 1064
Requested: Anon
Request: Damon is using you to make Elena jealous. You don't believe it at first until you overhear an argument between Elena and Damon. (Elena is still confused between Stefan and Damon) but knows she has feelings for both of them. Reader is cold toward Damon he doesn't care at first but wanted to know why she's being distant, the two argue he doesn't bother but then weeks go by Damon realizes he misses reader and how he messed up cause she really did care for him. One shot gf
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You had been with Damon for a couple of months when people started to warn you that he might be using you but you had been together 7 months when he finally gave you the evidence you were so severely hoping didn't exist. The truth was you loved Damon and you wanted to believe that he was in love with you but truth be told you knew that it was unlikely after everything that he said to and about Elena it was clear that he was using you to make her jealous and persuade her to choose him. The evidence however came from you walking into the boat house when they were arguing.
"Damon you can't do that! I'm with Stefan and you are with (Y/N)." Elena said you couldn't see them but was sure that they were probably standing too close for comfort and you couldn't bring yourself to actually look at them. "She won't know, I mean it's not like it's actually serious." He answered, you could hear the smirk in his voice, you almost thought he knew that you were there because surely he could hear your heartbeat. "Damon, stop!" Elena ordered. "I'm not going to kiss you and everything that you are doing is not making me want to be with you," Elena argued, you heard the sound of stumbling and you were sure that she had pushed him away. "You can't tell me that Stefan is better than me," Damon said, you blinked as you tried to stop yourself from crying. Why did you love him so much if he couldn't love you? "Damon no," Elena said firmly, she continued talking but someone touched your shoulder gently, you jumped before looking over at them to see Stefan was standing there, he took your hand pulling you out of the house, and you looked back at the door for a second before following him willingly. "What about Elena?" You asked and he looked at the house for a second before shaking his head. "She doesn't need saving." He said, stopping you from looking through the window behind you and instead directing you back home.
Over the next couple of days, Damon attempted to get in contact with you, you assumed to end the relationship but you never picked up the phone or showed up for meetings. He had no idea that you had heard the argument that day, he hadn't bothered to check his surroundings when he saw Elena he focused solely on her. That was why he was so confused when he walked into your room. You were on your bed reading, your phone was placed face down on your bed, and you'd been ignoring him. "What the hell is your problem?" Damon asked. "Do you really care?" You asked. "What?" He asked. "It's not like it's actually serious or anything." You quoted his words back at him and he frowned. "You were there?" He asked, realising that this had all started after his argument with Elena. "Do you think this was going to make me stay, make me realise that I loved you?" "No this was going to make you realise that we aren't together anymore and you are not a part of your life." You answered. "I'm not wasting any more time on you." "Don't be-" "Petty? I wasted a lot of time on you, wasted a lot of love, I'll admit that I love you and it's worth nothing to you and a burden to me." You explained as you looked at the man and rolled your eyes looking back at your book, in record time he was across the room, he grabbed you by the chin and threw your book across the room in the process and made you look at him. "You expect me to be afraid of you but you broke me and honestly anything you do now validates my choice to walk away from you." "I don't need you." He growled out and you rolled your eyes. "I know, that's why you're here." You pulled yourself away from him, he looked at you for a second before leaving and you walked over to the other side of the room getting your book and continuing with your quiet day as if nothing had happened.
It was over the next couple of days that Damon realised just what he was missing with you not around, he missed when he'd come back from a fight of any kind and you clean the wounds even though you knew that they were going to heal, how you'd cook him food even if he didn't have to eat, you'd never complain when he got clingy, you accepted everything that he said to you and knew when he was joking vs when he was being an asshole. There was something missing from his life and he was starting to see how you were probably the first and last chance he had at fixing it.
Damon watched as you looked over Jeremy's injuries and helped him wrap his arms, you were laughing at something he said before standing up and walking over to Bonnie to help her "you're an idiot for messing that up." Stefan said as he stood next to his brother. "I didn't mess anything up, there was nothing there in the first place," Damon answered, Stefan looked at you as you gently cleaned Bonnie's head and put a dressing over the small cut. "You keep telling yourself that but the longer you wait the harder it'll be to fix it." Stefan answered, "you have to figure out who you really want and what it means to have them." "Yeah yeah, baby brother, ever the romantic," Damon muttered, “what about you and Elena then?” “You're right you ruined that too,” Stefan answered sarcasm coating his tone as he tapped him on the shoulder and walked away, Damon glared as he walked over to get a drink but he did find himself looking at you again. "Anyone need medical attention?" You asked, everyone else gave you some kind of verbal decline but he wanted to pull you away from everyone else and have you look him over like you had many times before but instead, you didn't spare him a glance in favour of leaving for the night saying you had a shift to cover at The Grill.
*Part 2*
Requests and general question!
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Y/n, coming back from shopping: Well, this has been a great day!
Katherine: Mn, how so?
Y/n: I ran into Damon.
Katherine: How is that great?
Y/n: With my car.
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honeybear-yammy · 1 year
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Hi!
Can you do a Damon X Reader smut where the reader loses her virginity to him and he is a softie!
Softer Than Silk
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Warnings: cursing, smut, sexual themes, p in v, soft!Damon, praise kink, soft sex, sex, loss of virginity, virgin!reader.
Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader
Summary: In which Y/N losses her virginity to her boyfriend, Damon Salvatore.
Requested: yes.
Author's Note: omg I actually love this request! :)
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Your boyfriend asked you softly as you shifted on the bed slightly from nervousness. You nodded a little before looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm ready, Damon." You said with a soft smile before leaning up and giving him a gentle peck.
"Okay but, you need to tell me if anything gets too much or if you're uncomfortable or if you just want me to stop or anything. I need you to tell me okay, baby?" Damon asked. "Okay, I will." You nodded. "I- please promise me you will, Y/N." He said. "Yes baby, I promise I'll tell you." You said with a smile.
Damon nodded before leaning in slowly and kissing you. The kiss was slow and gentle but also passionate and hungry. You let your hands move up his shoulders and along his neck until your hands reached his raven black hair, your hands making home in his hair. Your fingers tangled in his hair as Damon gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open with a quiet gasp.
He took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth as the two of you made out. You and Damon continued to kiss for awhile before he pulled back. His hands began to play with the hem of your shirt before he looked back up into you eyes. "Is it okay if I take this off?" He asked. You nodded and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric off over your head before tossing it onto the floor somewhere.
His eyes trailed down to your lacey bra. You gave him a nod, silently telling him that it was okay for him to remove it so he did so. He unclipped your bra and you let the bra slide off your shoulders, revealing your breasts before letting your bra fall into your lap. You picked up your bra and tossed it onto the floor where your shirt was. Damon's hands came up to gently cup your breasts before he gave them a gentle squeeze.
You bit your lip softly and sighed as he did so. He continued to massage your breasts for a minute or two before leaning down to gently flick his tongue over your hardened nipple causing you to gasp. Damon did that a few more times before drawing your nipple into his mouth. You hummed softly and put your hands in his hair once again as he sucked on your breast. After doing that for a few minutes he switched to your other breast, giving it the attention it had not received yet.
He gently pushed you back so you were laying down on your back on the bed and he began to kiss down your stomach but, before he could reach your cunt, you ended up gently pulling him back up and kissing him passionately. Damon pulled away after a moment and looked at you concerned. "Did I do something wrong, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. "No, no, you did nothing wrong, baby. I just can't wait any longer." You said with a small smile as you gentle bit your bottom lip.
A smirk danced across Damon's lips when you said that and he kissed you once more before leaning over. Once he had leaned over he opened up the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small silver packet from a box before closing the drawer. He used his teeth to rip open the silver packet before rolling the condom onto his hardened cock. He gently spread your legs, your wet center now exposed to him and the cold air.
He positioned himself between your legs, aligning his dick with your entrance. You laid there nervously, not knowing what to expect from all of this. You had some friends that had already had sex before and had told you about their experiences but, you were still worried about how it was going to play through. Damon could tell that you were still feeling anxious and he leaned up and kissed your forehead softly and lovingly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked softly. You bit your lip softly and nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm sure, baby." You said with a small smile. "Okay but, remember, if at any point you want me to stop, I will. No question about it." He said. "I know." You said with a nod. "You ready, sweet girl?" Damon asked with a little smirk.
"Yeah, I'm ready." You said with a smile, still biting your bottom lip. He re-positioned your legs and he slowly pushed into your tight hole. You gasped and your back began to arch off of the bed as Damon pushed his length into your pussy. Tears welled up in your eyes from the feeling of being stretched out by his cock. Once he was settled in your cunt, he gave you some time to adjust to his size, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.
"It's okay, baby. I know it hurts but, you're about to feel so good I promise. Just tell me when you're ready to move, okay?" Damon asked. You nodded as a single tear fell from your watery eyes. He used his thumb to brush away the tear. After you felt that you were as adjusted you could be you decided that you should finally experience this. "Okay, I'm ready.." You said softly. "Are you sure?" He asked. You nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." You said with a gentle smile.
Damon nodded before he began to slowly and gently thrust into you. You felt a slight burn as he began to thrust. Your hands came up to your face and you covered your face as he continued to thrust into you at a slow, gentle pace. The pain quickly turned into pleasure and a moan escaped your lips. You removed your hands from your face before wrapping your arms around Damon's neck and shoulders. "Faster, please.." You whimpered needing more friction.
He obeyed your wishes and he began to thrust into you faster. The feeling was euphoric to you. Damon was your first time but, you could already tell that he had to be very skilled in bed. "Fuck, I love this pussy." Damon groaned out as he continued to fuck you. "Mm.. and I love your cock." You said with a giggle as you bit your lip before moaning out loudly. He slowly began to pick up his pace even more, his mushroom tip slamming into your g-spot over and over again. The feeling of his dick dragging against your gummy walls was immaculate. It was fucking perfect.
You then began to feel a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. As Damon continued to fuck you, you could feel the feeling growing stronger and stronger with each thrust. As the feeling in your stomach grew, you clenched on his cock. "Fuck." He moaned out as you did so. "Are you gonna cum, babygirl? Are you going to cum for me?" Damon asked with a smirk. "Fuck! Yeah I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly as his cock continued to drag along your gummy walls, the feeling of his dick plowing into you was the driving you crazy. "Come on, cum, cum for me princess." He said.
With that your back arched off of the bed, eyes rolling back, and you became a moaning mess as you gushed all over his hard cock. Damon thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself. He continued to thrust into you as you both rode out your highs. His thrusts slowed to a stop before he slowly pulled his cock out of your pussy. He disposed of the now dirty condom before laying down beside you. You smiled and rolled over to Damon before snuggling into him. "Fuck, that was perfect." You said with a smile.
"I didn't go too far, did I?" He asked softly. You shook your head. "No, not at all. I loved it." You said with a smile. "Good." He smiled and kissed your head. "How about I'll go and get a bath started for you so you can relax, does that sound good?" He asked. "Yeah, as long as you come into the bath with me." You said with a grin. Damon laughed and kissed your forehead before getting up off of the bed. "Okay, sounds good." He said with a smile.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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froottalks · 7 months
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Unexpected Connection - Elena Gilbert x reader
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The quaint town of Mystic Falls held more secrets than anyone could fathom. You found yourself drawn there, not knowing why, until fate brought you face-to-face with Elena Gilbert. The moment your eyes met, a spark of recognition passed between you, as if destiny had orchestrated this meeting.
Elena welcomed you into her circle of friends, introducing you to the enigmatic Salvatore brothers, Stefan and Damon. As days turned into nights, you felt a magnetic pull towards Elena. There was an unspoken connection, something deeper than friendship, though you couldn't decipher it.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Elena found yourselves on the Gilbert porch, gazing at the stars. The air was charged with the kind of tension that precedes life-altering moments.
"Elena," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this place… about you. It's like I've known you forever, even though we've only just met."
Elena's gaze turned intense, searching your eyes for answers. "I feel it too," she admitted. "It's as if our paths were meant to cross."
The truth hung unspoken between you: the mystical currents of Mystic Falls had bound you together in a way that defied logic.
As weeks passed, you and Elena's connection deepened. You spent your days researching the town's history, stumbling upon ancient texts that hinted at a prophecy involving a stranger who would bring both salvation and danger to Mystic Falls.
One evening, Stefan revealed that a powerful vampire coven had caught wind of the prophecy and believed you were the key to unlocking it. Danger loomed, threatening not only the town but also the fragile bond you'd formed with Elena.
Facing the unknown, you and Elena stood side by side. You trained with the Salvatores, honing your skills in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. Amidst the chaos and fear, your feelings for Elena grew stronger. She was your anchor, your solace in the storm.
In the midst of battle, as you fought alongside Elena against the vampire coven, her strength and determination ignited a fire within you. When the dust settled, and the danger was vanquished, Elena turned to you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more.
With the moon hanging in the sky, its gentle light casting a glow over Mystic Falls, Elena stepped closer to you. "I can't deny it anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "I've fallen for you, in ways I can't explain."
Your heart raced as you looked into her eyes, seeing your own feelings reflected back. "Elena," you confessed, "from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that defied reason. I'm in love with you."
In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, you sealed your confession with a kiss—a promise of all the unspoken words, shared experiences, and emotions that had grown between you.
As the town of Mystic Falls began to heal from the wounds of the supernatural conflict, you and Elena continued to fall deeper for each other. The bond that fate had woven between you proved unbreakable, and together, you faced the unknown with unwavering courage, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it together.
THE END
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