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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just waiting to get home to annoy him further.

Completed on: 10/18/23

Posted on: 11/18/23

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yovrnewromantic · 2 months

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YOU BELONG TO ME

Pairings: Humanity-less stefan x reader

“Ugh, would you just leave me alone already.”

It’s bold of you to talk to him like that. Stupid too, especially in the state he’s in.

Your boyfriend was someone you would describe as a saint. Kind, cute, caring. But without his humanity, he was the opposite. He was hostile to everyone, getting on your nerves, especially when he shoved Matt to the floor when he tried to give you your homework back. He caused a scene in the hallway, practically threatening to rip out Matt’s throat if he so much as looked at you again.

Ripper Stefan was violent and territorial. You didn’t know what that meant for you.

Stefan’s hand found your shoulder, pulling you to turn and look at him. He lowered his head, making fiery eye contact to get his point across.

“Let’s get one thing straight, you belong to me.”

Stefan’s words send a chill down your spine, your soft, cuddle boyfriend, who used to sing along to You Belong With Me, is nowhere to be found and you’re left with this possessive shell of him.

Right now, he didn’t love you, he just knew that he wanted you and he was damn sure he was gonna have you.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you sneer. “I don’t belong to you, Stefan, so do me a favor and fuck off.”

You felt brave turning away from him, as if your words would sink into him, maybe make him feel something and switch a flip inside of him. Your words did flip a switch in him, just not the one you were hoping for.

Stefan’s large hand grasps as your arm. With an easy, singular tug, he pulls you back under him, forcing your back into the lockers behind you. They slam against your back, the sound overpowering your scared gasp.

“No, no. Don’t talk to me like that.” Stefan tsks, caging you between his arms. “You’re not in control here.”

Left defenseless, your eyes shoot around the halls, looking for someone, anyone, but the hall is empty.

Harshly, Stefan grips your chin. “Don’t do that,” he demands, tauntingly. “It’s just me and you, baby.”

The pet name falls off his lip in mockery. It makes you feel pathetic and despite what you tell yourself, you’re afraid. Stefan grins. “I can hear your heart racing.”

“Maybe because I’m fucking terrified,” you snap, voice low, trying to calm yourself. Stefan reaches out for a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger before he lets it fall back into place.

“Good,” he whispers, an inch from your face. His eyes flicker over your lips for a split second his eyes meet yours and his lips twitch into a smirk as he fits his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales softly, and your foot bounces against the floor anxiously.

Stefan kisses at your neck with fake innocence, moving up to your jaw before focusing on your pulse point. His teeth scrap against your skin gently. Against your will, your eyes gloss over. You whimper. “Please don’t.”

“Do what, sugar?” he asks, “Bite you?” He jumps toward with his last remark, relishing in how you flinch.

You nod, fearfully, looking down at the floor rather than your scary boyfriend.

Stefan’s head cocks to the side ever so lightly, his eyes searching for your own. When they meet, you can see the familiar lustful haze in your boyfriend’s green eyes, but they’re darker than usual. For reasons unbeknownst to you, you refused to look away. Glaring at him through your eyebrows, Stefan cherishes your attention, licking his lips with excitement.

“Mr. Salvatore,” a voice calls from behind Stefan’s mean silhouette. “I think it’s time you get to class.”

You sigh with relief, your head falling back against the locker. “Ric.”

Stefan hardly looks away from you, barely sparing Alaric a glance as he eagerly tries to engage your intense eye contact. “In a minute.”

“No, now.”

“We’ll finish this later,” Stefan whispers in your ear, nipping at it as a threat disguised with playfulness as he pulls away.

If looks could kill, Alaric would be dead the second Stefan turned away from you, bumping his shoulder as he headed to class.

“Thank you,” you gush, hiding your face in your hands, desperate not to cry.

Alaric looks at you with sympathy. “Get to class,” he says. “We’ll deal with him after.”

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calummss · 8 months

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Bleeding into Nightfall | Klaus Mikaelson

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summary: life is gloomy and you’re tired of repetitive days that don’t get better. you say goodbye to the world forgetting about once person in paticular—niklaus mikaelson

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 3k

a/n: story of my life with the love of my life

tw: heavy descriptions of depression, suicide!!!

Waking up every day was like waking up from the calm and facing the storm. Days bleeding into nightfall. Day after day starting to warp into each other, each day as listless as the day before. Mystic falls’ grey gloomy clouds constantly above your head as you managed to get out of bed. You kind of found common ground with autumn mornings. You enjoyed them more than any other morning but enjoy is a strong word for someone like you. Autumn mornings are dark that make it look like it was three in the morning. A time where nobody in this world expects a single thing from you. Just you alone existing in this world.

You brush your teeth.

Comb your hair.

Put on an outfit.

Make yourself look presentable so that nobody would be able to tell just how empty you felt. How draining it was getting ready when you could easily wear the same pair of clothes day and night. Forget about your appearance as you just try to pass the day.

Leaving the house you took one last look in the mirror with the same face you wish you could rip off, but instead you put on your best genuine smile that didn’t make you look like a manic sociopath and closed the door to make your way to school.

13 hours and 30 minutes to go.

Out of 24 hours you only feel okay for a couple. And it’s not even that you feel good, you just feel okay. You just try to get through the day. It’s been like this for a while. Time wailing past you, time wailing before you that has you trapped. You wake up. Go to school. Eat and sleep. Sometimes you don’t even eat or sleep. The easiest tasks seem impossible to complete. Why do you have to waste such a long amount of time? You’d be perfectly fine with only living eighteen years instead of eighty. You don’t do anything all day but you’re exhausted each time you lay down in bed, ready to shut your eyes. Still, you drag yourself through the day like cattle; unable to break free from what's holding you back.

The walk to school isn’t too long. Rustling leaves on trees, crunching of dead leaves that were kicked up into the air with each step you took, the thought of simply being a leaf on your mind as you barely noticed the person ahead.

‘I’m so sorry— Caroline…hi. I’m sorry,’ you lifted your head from the ground to see Caroline’s smile. ‘I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings,’

‘Yeah, I could tell.’ She gleamed, hooking her arm into yours as you continued walking the last blocks.

It was an okay walk. Your ears picking up different sounds of your surroundings as the mixture of sounds seemed to be blocking out your thoughts. It's too hard to concentrate on them.

‘Do you have anything planned for your outfit on Saturday?’ Caroline broke you from the chattering of your mind, hearing her voice bringing you back to the present.

You stared at her. Your eyes on her, your face hanging from your head as you stayed quiet, pressing your lips against each other as her smile turned to a frown.

‘Y/n, come on,’ she moaned, the sparkles in her eyes duplicating as she stared back at you. Her personality reminding you of the warmth of a fireplace on a cold evening. ‘It’s the school dance! It’s so important that we make these memories to look back on them when we’re old and wrinkly,’

‘I think I have enough memories.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean I just don’t really feel like going, that's all…’

‘Why not?’ She came to a halt, taking her arm from you so she could stand perfectly square of you, her arms folded in front of her chest as the wind blew her hair from the back.

‘I don’t know,’ you shrugged, ‘I just don’t want to go.’

‘Not even to please Klaus? I mean no offence—‘ (Caroline’s favourite way to start being offensive) ‘But no one knows what he sees in you. I mean he’s this grumpy old maniac that terrifies the vampire species and you’re just…you. A human with a normal life. A nice girl that just, in comparison to him, lives a boring life.’

‘I don’t know, Caroline,’ you huffed, picking up pace again, readjusting your school bag. Feet sluggishly bringing you forth. ‘He’s nice to me and he makes me forget certain aspects of my life but even for him I wouldn’t go.’

‘What’s wrong with you, Y/n?’ Caroline held you back again, stopping once more. ‘Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you seem off for a while now and I didn’t want to pry but I cannot hold myself back any longer. What happened? What is it that’s making you so glum all the time?’

‘I’m okay, Caroline,’ you half smiled, ‘I think I’d just rather go home and watch a movie or something.’

Caroline opened her mouth but before she could say another word you cut her off, ‘And before you offer yourself as my sleepover company, I think I’d rather be alone.’ You started walking again, the school doors only a few minutes away. ‘Besides, I know you want to be a good friend by wanting to come over but you and I both know that deep down you hoped I would say no because you want to go to the dance, and that is fine. Make those memories, Caroline! Your life has so many blank pages left to fill and I don’t want to hold you back! Go and have fun.’

Caroline immediately pulled you into a hug. Her perfume hitting your nostrils as you placed your arms around her, a quick smile forming on your lips.

‘Come on now,’ you took hold of her arm, ‘We need to get there on time otherwise Rick will have us doing detention the rest of the week.’

‘Do you think he dislikes us?’

‘No, I actually think it’s his way of showing that he cares,’ you let out a giggle that infected Caroline as you walked onto the school premises just as the bell rang for first period.

School was the same every day. Go to class. Pay attention. Write down notes. Stare outside of the window, the teacher’s voice fading into silence as your mind powered through to absent you from life.

Everyone seems so content with life? Why can’t I? What is there to be happy about?

‘Miss Jacobs, the action is here. Not outside.’ Mrs. Clark said, snapping your head to the front of the class. ‘If my class is boring you’re welcome to go outside.’

‘I’m sorry,’ you cleared your throat, sitting up straight. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Now, where was I?’

10 hours to go.

When the school bell rang for the last time, you started to clear your table and cram all your stuff into your bag, people pushing past you as everyone tried to leave. Out in the hall you quickly waved Caroline, Elena and Bonnie goodbye, ready to go home and sit in silence.

Plugging in your headphones you slowly started to walk home, music blasting through your ears and you tried to block out any sound from the world.

Trees and cars passed you, barely anyone on the pavement. You kept walking when you noticed a person in the distance; dressed in dark colours, stance confident and a face you could recognise from a mile away.

‘Hi.’ You gave him your best smile, not too much, not too little.

‘I hear there’s a school dance this saturday,’ he accompanied you towards your home. ‘I was hoping that I could ask you to the dance.’

‘I’m actually not going.’

‘Why?’

‘Don’t feel like going, that’s all.’ You shared a quick glance.

His pupils dilated, eyebrows drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. ‘Are you okay, Y/n.’ He gently grabbed a hold of your upper arm, the frequent blinking of his eyes telling you that you made him worry.

‘I’m fine,’ you chuckled, your crooked smile paired with dull, sparkless eyes not in your favour.

‘Don’t give me that bullshit.’

‘Klaus, please. I’m not in a mood to argue right now.’

‘Arguing?’ His eyebrows drew his eyebrows even closer. ‘We’re just talking.’

‘Look, Klaus.’ You stopped in your tracks, allowing yourself to stare up at his face. Lips plush, eyes squinted as his focus was on you. ‘I see that you want to go to the dance with me and if I were up to it I would, but I would just rather go home. Watch a movie. Be alone. Get away from all this,’ you sighed.

‘Okay,’

‘Okay.’ You breathed, ‘See you around, okay?’ You got on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his cheek before walking home.

‘Yeah, see you around.’ Klaus mumbled as you were already out of earshot, leaving him confused as to what was happening to you.

6 hours to go.

When you arrived home you went straight upstairs. Throwing your bag into a corner of your room as you wasted no time to change into more comfortable clothes like your lounging outfit (a pyjama). Down the stairs you walked into the kitchen, taking a bag of doritos and a bar of chocolate from the cupboard, a glass of water to wash down the junk and placed them onto the coffee table. Snatching a blanket from the living room trunk, you made yourself comfortable and put on the TV, ready to watch the Big Bang Theory and waste your time.

‘Y/h honey,’ your mother’s heels sounded through the living room. ‘It’s date night so we’ll be home quite late.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Make sure to get some healthy carbs and protein in you too, okay darling?’

‘Yeah, mom. Have fun.’ You said, your eyes haven’t left the screen.

‘See you later.’

The door closed. Silence swept the house. Your TV the only thing that sounded within the walls. Sighing, you took a row of chocolate and let out a half-sounded giggle as you continued watching TV.

1 hour left to go.

8:50pm; it was time to go upstairs. You put away the stuff you used, made sure the windows and doors were locked and the lights turned off. The floorboard creaked with every step you took. Going into your bedroom you halted in front of your dresser, picking up the framed family portrait that you took on a trip to the family cabin on christmas day.

Your lips started pressing together, your fingers on the back of the frame scraping against the wood as a blink of your eyes let the first two tears roll down your cheek. Your heart twisted, aching with every shaky breath you took, a sting of melancholy growing inside your throat.

4 minutes to go.

You placed it back on the dresser, taking another glance at your room before taking off to the bathroom where you closed the door and took a long look in the mirror: messed up hair, red puffy eyes that blinked uncontrollably, the face of a person you never got to know.

Wiping away your tears you opened the cabinet and grabbed the packet of razors you purchased just last week in preparation for tonight.

Taking a deep breath you climbed into the bathtub, letting your back fall against the wall, a new surge of emptiness growing as you realised that you were going to be utterly alone when you went.

The cold metal pierced into your soft skin like fresh butter. The warmth of your blood no longer flowing like it normally did but instead poured onto your skin. Quiet drips spilling into the bathtub, staining your clothes on the way. Once your blood started spilling you didn’t feel any great pain, it hurt, but it was manageable. You hoped it wouldn’t, however seeing all the blood that was streaming from your cut, made your heart start to beat at immense speed.

Then the sweating started to begin. Your body was damp, head to toe and toe to head. You thought back on the days you went running. Every time you finished you’d have the same, wet, and uncomfortable sweat sitting on your skin, soaking into your clothes. A deeply unpleasant feeling started to make itself noticeable, heart pounding in your chest, throbbing with pain, but there was nothing you could do. Neither did you want to. You wanted nothing more than to disappear from the earth’s surface. You didn’t need to be here. Trapped with nowhere to go. No one would miss you. You barely had anyone but yourself and that was all you needed. Even in death you felt comforted by your own thoughts. A very strong headache, accompanied by a loud, white noise ringing almost made you regret your decision. The room spun like crazy before your vision started fading out; the ringing got louder as darkness came for you…

Klaus made his way to your house. He didn’t like the way you were acting before you left. Your behaviour hasn’t left his mind since you last spoke. He turned into your driveway and jogged up the stairs, ringing the bell to hope that you would open up to him. To let him make you feel better. To let you know that he would do anything to see you happy.

But you never answered.

‘Y/n, open the door.’ Klaus raised his voice, his fist hitting against the door.

No answer.

‘Y/n!’ He slammed the door again.

Still, nothing.

Klaus focused his hearing to see if you were home when he suddenly heard shallow breaths; breaths he knew belonged to you. Without wasting another second Klaus kicked down the door, his vampire speed taking him to the location of decreased breaths. Almost taking the bathroom door off its hinges, Klaus found you sitting in the tub; red staining your body, head hanging sideways.

‘Y/N!’ He bellowed, falling to his knees, his arms hooking under your lump torso, pulling you out of the tub. The lack of tension in your body making his heart fall into an empty pit.

‘No, no, no, no, no,’ Klaus’ hands grabbed the sides of your face, twisting and turning. Hoping that your eyes would flatter open and greet him with a smile. A smile he held dear to his heart. But they stayed closed, his eyes getting blurrier the longer he fought.

‘Don’t you die on me!’ Klaus bit into his wrists, placing it on your lips, letting the blood flow into your system, his shaking arm staining your lower half of your face red. ‘You do not get to die! Wake up! Wake up…’

You stayed still. Just as lifeless as before you weighed Klaus’ body to the ground, his tears falling to your chest, pulling you close as his heart ached greater than it ever had. His reason to be good went without saying goodbye, leaving him to be alone like he had been for hundreds of centuries.

Klaus has heard thousands of heartbeats stop. Seen thousands of bodies covered in blood. Thousands of dead people. He didn’t know why it was so hard to see you there when he had been through this a million times. He felt empty. Everything about you came crashing down, his hope for hearing you say his name draining into nothingness. Klaus’ breathing grew louder, his chest feeling like it was being filled with water, the same water that spilled from his lashes, staring down at someone he always put first; forever wishing he hadn’t let you go home by yourself that afternoon.

Suddenly your body jolted forwards, gasping for air. Eyes wide as you took a large gulp of air, your chest rising and falling.

‘Y/n?’ Klaus whispered, his hands back on your face. ‘Y/n, y/n, talk to me.’

You coughed in response, droopy eyes making it hard to see your surroundings, blurry vision fading into one big blob of colour.

‘Y/n, say something please…’

‘Klaus,’ you whispered so quietly, lips barely parting as you spoke.

‘Can you hear me?’

‘Yes, what— what happened?’

‘What happened, Y/n?’ Klaus’ voice increased in volume.’You almost died on me!’ His tone shook.

‘Am— Am I a vampire?’ You started to come back to your old self. Your vision clearing up, your ears no longer feeling like a tunnel.

‘No, my blood just healed you.’ He caressed your head, softly stroking your hair.

‘Why did you save me?’

‘Why?’ A frown painted his lip, ‘I care about you, Y/n! So much. You don’t deserve to die. How could you leave me without saying goodbye?’

‘I didn’t want to say goodbye to you Klaus because if I would’ve looked at your face and said those words, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. It would’ve made leaving so much harder.’

‘Look at me,’ his thumb swiped across your cheek, ‘this is the face of someone who will never let you die or get hurt,’

Your heart clenched as you looked at him, tears pooling at your lower lash line. ‘Klaus—‘

‘Please promise me to not leave without saying goodbye first,’

‘You have to promise, Y/n…’

‘What makes you think I don’t want to die anymore, Klaus?’

Klaus stared back at you; empty eyes, no thoughts to be said out loud.

‘Promise me to not kill yourself, seriously? What makes you think I won’t try to do this again? I love you Klaus, I do, but my love is not bigger than my will to live.’

‘Y/n, stop talking…’

‘Why? Because you thought I’d thank you for saving me? I didn’t want to be saved, Nik! I never wanted to. All I wanted was for all of this shit to go away and you brought me back to this shit.’

‘Y/n, please,’

‘Leave.’

‘What?’

‘I said leave!’

‘No!’

‘LEAVE!’

‘NO!’

Tears started streaming down your face, ‘Fuck you, Nik.’ And you stood up to go to your room.

Klaus stayed over the next several days. Sleeping against your closed door as he tried to patch things back up. But it was your decision to make a change, and your decision to forgive him.

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theeoriginals · 4 months

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

all better | stefan salvatore

stefan salvatore x f!reader

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

warnings; nothing but fluff

"You're upset,"

"I'm not upset,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiles again. "Anytime,"

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

"Stop frowning, you'll get wrinkles,"

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

"You know what I meant!"

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

"Oh." He replied, clearly surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?"

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

"But it's gross."

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

"Damon, I dunno."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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

pairing: damon salvatore x best friend!fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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moremaybank · 1 year

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Heyy! It’s pretty cool to see one of my fav writers on here is also a shifter 🥰🥰 I’m shifting for our fav hybrid lol would love to hear about any headcannons you have for Klaus and casual dominance 🥹🥹

casual dominance with klaus...

warnings none (i don't think)

author's note i feel like this is so short, i'm sorry😭 also i love finding other shifters <3

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klaus always has a hand on the small of your back whenever you two are out and about. he likes to lead you, and he also loves to have a hand on you at all times

he carries all your bags whenever the two of you go shopping together

he opens every single door for you (ex. your bedroom, when you're getting out of the car, etc.)

pulls out your chairs for you and tucks you in

"why don't you wear a thicker coat? you tend to run cold, and i don't want you getting sick."

speaking of coats, he'll put yours on for you

fastens your high heels for you, also zips up your dresses

loves putting on your necklaces and bracelets

"don't worry, love. i've got it covered."

drives you everywhere or compels you a driver so you don't have to lift a finger

when you come home from a long day he gets the shower/bath ready for you

steps in front of you and shields you if he senses danger from his enemies

pays for literally everything and ignores your protests because he wants you to be/feel taken care of

orders your drinks and brings it to you

if you're sitting next to him, he has a hand on your thigh or one clasped with yours

extends his hand out to you and helps you if you're walking up/down the stairs in heels

cradles your face or has some kind of hold on it when he kisses you

"love, you've been working for awhile now. why don't you take a break? i'll make you some tea."

"let me do this. you go and relax."

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delehosies · 11 months

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happy birthday week darling! i’d like to send in this request please 💗

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 - send a prompt / concept & a character and i will write you a blurb (only sfw prompts please!)

Elijah Mikaelson plans an entire day full of surprises on your birthday! ♡

thank you sm!!! am just finishing this up on my birthday eve, i hope that you love it <3

Elijah was the last person that you would have expected to be so invested in birthdays, specifically yours, especially after so many years celebrating his and other peoples.

You had never brought the subject up with him, assuming that he was bored of the subject - suspecting that he may have even consider himself to be above them in some way.

However, on the morning of your birthday, you were proved to be so incredibly wrong.

The bright sunshine crept through the curtains of your bedroom, cascading over you and gently pulling you from your slumber. You rubbed at your eyes, stretching your arms and reaching out - expecting to find Elijah in his usual place besides you. Instead your hand found the soft blankets of your bed, empty space.

You sat up, still sleepy and slightly confused as to where he was - usually you spent your mornings in bed together, you figured that your birthday would be no exception. Unless he had forgotten...

The thought is shaken from your head rather quickly, Elijah would never forget something like that, he loves you far too much.

After wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and making yourself look somewhat presentable, you make your way from your bedroom and towards the kitchen. As you grew closer and closer, the smell of sweet cakes and cookies baking began to fill the air around you.

"Y/N?" Elijah's voice came from the kitchen, drawing you closer. You pushed the door gently open - not quite sure what you were expecting to see.

Elijah gave you a look which looked positively adorable, he was practically pouting - although he was going for a look which read stern rather than any degree of cute.

"You're supposed to be asleep, this was meant to be a surprise." He let out a dramatic sigh, only able to keep up the act for a small moment - the moment that a giggle fell from between your lips, caused by his dramatics, he broke character.

"Happy birthday, darling." He opened his arms for you and you gladly complied, gently padding across the floor and letting him hold you in his strong arms.

"Thank you." You felt his lips carefully brush against the top of your head as you spoke "What is all of this?"

"It's your birthday... and so I have made cakes, cookies... all sorts." He admitted, sounding almost embarrassed for a moment. You tilted your head back to meet his dark eyes. "Gifts too... Everything has been planned. You're in for a busy day, my love."

You glanced to the side, only just noticing the huge pile of presents - all neatly wrapped in pretty silk ribbons. Your mouth fell open in surprise. You looked back to Elijah, seeing the large grin he was sporting - nothing made him happier than seeing you happy, than being the one to make you happy.

"You can open one in a moment - I just need to make sure that this cake doesn't burn."

You leaned up, pressing your lips to his cheek. "Thank you, Elijah. Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me - you deserve it, sweetheart."

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loveeharrington · 2 years

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*ೃ༄ flufftober day 6: because i love you

prompt: candles, lanterns, fairy lights

summary: klaus mikealson takes you on a suprise date

writer’s note: thank you so much for the support on my (technically) first post for flufftober! i hope you all love this one just as much <3

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klaus had disappeared from the house earlier in the day, not telling you where he was going. a little suspicious but not worried, you decided to just stay at home with rebekah and hope he’d come home soon.

you slowly sipped on the teacup full of blood she had given you, listening to her talk about her latest love interest.

a shuffle came from the open door of the sitting room, klaus entering the room with a grand smile. he walked over to you, his hands wrapping around your shoulders. he whispered in your ear, “i have something to show you.”

his husky voice making you feel some kind of way, you nod and stand up, not bothering to say goodbye to rebekah.

“bye, bekah,” klaus said, the smirk in his voice apparent.

“yeah, thanks. taking away the only girl that will listen to me,” she says, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

klaus’ hand wraps around yours and he leads you down the long hallway, in a direction you had never been before.

the open door at the hallway allowed you a peak at a dimly lit ballroom. your heart beat faster in anticipation of what klaus had done. with him, you never knew if it was good or bad.

klaus pushed the door open when you reached it, showing you the room in full. the room had candles in every corner and on ever ledge. fairy lights hung from the trim of the elegantly painted roof. lanterns hung above everything, making you feel like you’d just stepped into a magical forest.

“oh, klaus. this is beautiful,” you say, causing a satisfied smirk to spread on his face. “why did you do all this?”

“because i love you, darling.”

you blush at that and he leans in for a kiss. his soft lips hitting yours, combined with the sharp sting of his fangs against yours. you loved every part of him, and wanted more of it.

his hands moved down to your hips, as he let your lips go. “want to dance, sweetheart?”

“of course i do,” you giggle.

klaus snaps his fingers and a mysterious track of classical music starts playing. your hands move to his shoulders and he starts to twirl you around the room. you move to every corner, the expansive ballroom all to yourselves.

sometimes klaus mikealson really had a soft side.

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babeydollx · 2 years

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🍑 Kol Mikaelson Masterlist 🍑

🍑 Imagines, Blurbs, & Drabbles 🍑

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🍑 Series/Parters 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

🍑 Headcannons 🍑

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wintersolsticex0 · 2 years

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hello lovelies !! so this is just to let you guys know (if you didn’t already from the types of posts i reblog) that my blog is a multi-fandom blog. therefore, feel free to send in any requests for these characters !! <33 (p.s.) another thing to note is i only write with fem!characters in mind !

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Blurb: Damon Salvatore- Sleepy, baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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MUST READ.

i realized i never really specified my account and what i write so here’s that post:

I can write:

- For Joseph Quinn, himself.

- Prince Paul (Catherine the Great)

- Tom Grant (Make Up)

and obviously, I’ve written about Eddie.

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But I can also write about other people/characters, too.

I can take requests for other stranger things characters (excluding the children on the show), OBX, Shadow and Bone, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, American Horror Story, etc.. Just hit me with any request, and I’ll let you know if I can write for it! I’d love to be able to write for other fandoms as well as give my fellow Eddie lovers what they want. The entire goal of my account is to make people feel something with my writing, and for people to love it; and if I can do that for more people, I’d love to!

I can write whatever you want me to, apart from male x male (because i’m unfamiliar with that and don’t want to mess it up but i can write woman x woman because i have experience there ) and character x character ( i’m just not super into that). I write smut, fluff, angst, etc.

So my requests, as well as my anonymous ‘Ask’ are open. Feel free to comment or private message me as well! 🖤

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calummss · 8 months

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Enchanted To Meet You | Damon Salvatore

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

pairing: fem! reader x damon salvatore

words: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What would you like to know about me?’

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

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

You hummed in response.

‘Have you ever been courted before?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I didn’t?’

‘You didn’t.’

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

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

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

‘What?’ He laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I think I like you, Miss Watson.’

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

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

‘Indeed.’

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Stefan Salvatore Masterlist!

Contains works mostly about Stefan Salvatore, but we'll see, if it gets out of control I'll just call it a TVD Masterlist, but for now it's Stefan's.

Not Quite Forever (Stefan Salvatore)

Status: Coming Soon!

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Hope you are having a happy new year! Could you do a fic where Kai Parker and his reader gf are spending a cozy evening at home watching old black and white films. the leading man in the film spanks the woman and the reader thinks its sexist, but Kai says it would work for her. She pinches his nipple and in playful retaliation Kai bends her over his knee bares her bottom and spanks her. Reader is very turned on, Kai fakes outrage and spanks between her legs as well, she climaxes and as he cleans her up he tells her she's getting another spanking during the commercial break. please thank you.

pairing: kai x fem!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, fluff

a/n: thank you, i hope you're having a happy new year too!! thank you for the request, sorry this took so long😅 hope you enjoy!

"This is ridiculous." You scoff, shaking your head as you watch the monochrome images play out in front of you. "Like, how is that not sexist?"

Kai chuckles beside you, nudging you gently in the arm. "C'mon babe, he's only spanking her. It's hot."

"It's sexist." You affirm.

"Bet it'd work for you."

"Shut up!" You grin, feigning a gasp as you reach out and grab at his chest, managing to successfully pinch his nipple, earning a loud groan from him before he's pulling you over his lap.

"Now." He starts, releasing a heavy sigh as he tugs down your shorts, revealing your bare ass. "Let's put your claims to the test."

"Kai, come on. Let me up." You whine, wriggling in his grasp.

He just shakes his head, his palm hovering over your ass. "A-a-a. I'm very angry with you."

You can tell from his voice that he's only messing around, but you don't fail to notice the heat already beginning to pool between your legs as he brings down the first slap against your ass.

You gasp, your head jerking forward slightly as you continue to complain, although you're not sure how believable it is now. "Kai, please, I'm sorry, okay?"

"You're not getting away that easily." He replies, a sense of authority in his voice. "You've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls get punished."

Before you're even able to respond, you feel his palm connect with your skin again, a small gasp falling from your lips.

The movie is still playing on the TV but you're barely registering it now as Kai continues with your 'punishment'. Only after a couple more slaps, he pauses momentarily, and seconds later you feel his fingers connect with your pussy, your body jerking off his lap from the contact.

You fail to suppress a moan as he brings his hand down between your legs again, his fingers harshly slapping the sensitive flesh.

"Kai, Jesus--" You breathe out, heat creeping up your neck as he continues, an amused chuckle leaving his lips.

"You sure this won't work for you?" He asks, spanking you between your legs again. "Because you're soaked right now."

You can only respond with a quiet moan, your release already coming close.

Kai continues what he's doing, amusement still evident in his voice, and it isn't long before your release finally hits, fire exploding in your belly as you come.

And once he's satisfied, Kai finally lifts you off his lap, leaving you sitting next to him as he smirks at you.

"How about I clean you up and during the commercial break we try that again?" He suggests, his lips still twisted into a smug smile as he looks at you.

You can only offer him a weak nod as you attempt to control your breathing.

"Sexist my ass." He mumbles as he returns to watching the movie as though nothing ever happened.

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