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Y/n: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.
Damon:
Katherine:
Kai: who won gold?
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athenasalvatore1922 · 9 months
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Damon: Where are you two going?
Stefan: To get ice cream
Y/n: Or commit a felony
Stefan and Y/n: We'll decide on the way
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littlelordfuckler0y · 7 months
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social media!au for tvd where the reader is dating damon plsss :) i love ur writing sm ❤️
Hi hi thank you so much lovely
I rarely do social media aus anymore but I’ll never ignore reqs so (this took me 1 million years I’m so sorry) 😭
Damon Salvatore x fem!reader Instagram au
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yourusername it’s in the eyes they say
@Carebear oh my god are we keeping it???
@stefaNN18 I’m not saying we shouldn’t but sometimes it gets so annoying
@yourusername We could all collectively take turns to look after it
@Carebear YES! We’d have to name it something!!
@stefaNN18 I thought we were talking about Damon…
@Bonbonnie why are the eyebrows so high
@Yourusername he thinks he looks intimidating
@Dam0nsalvatore thinks???
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carebare Y/n - 0 Damon - 1
@Yourusername No power in the world will make me voluntarily get up, get dressed and go to the bar
@gilbertelenaaa Amen!
@Enzoofficial So I got bailed on the outing bc of HER?
@Yourusername Guilty your honour
@Enzoofficial YOU—
@Dam0nsalvatore No actually I still couldn’t get her to leave the house and we stayed in and watched Netflix👍
@Carebare as it should be!
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bonbonnie Stealing y/n’s phone so she could be “present” present at the girl’s trip
@gilbertelenaaaa so far so good! (She is like a whining toddler for a her phone)
@Carebare And to think Damon could have this effect🤮
@StefaNN so this is why Damon’s constantly sending death threats in the group chat
@Enzoofficial No mate that’s on you he doesn’t like loosing super mario cart apparently
@Dam0nsalvatore I’ve not talked to her this whole day wdym 🙄
@Bonbonnie We’ve seen you on FaceTime 5 times today????
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yourusername update: we’re keeping it!!!!!!
@Bonbonnie YESSSSS!!!
@enzoofficial how about we name it demon spawn?
@Yourusername why would we…? Why would anyone?
@enzoofficial it sounds edgy and cool
@Dam0nsalvatore you can tell who he prefers more
@Yourusername no need to be smug about it
@Carebare POOKIE BEAR🥹
@stefaNN18 really? Can’t we give this a second thought? He doesn’t even help around the house and takes my car without permission
@Yourusername what?
@Dam0nsalvatore he’s referring to me
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Dam0nsalvatore a few more glasses of wine and this will get real funny
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@stefaNN18 ugh keep it pg 13??
@Carebare As if we can’t hear you guys🙄
@Dam0nsalvatore What are you talking about I meant funny as in JUST funny
@gilbertelenaaaa y/n is immortal in chess
@Enzoofficial your woman is a vicious cheater at this game if you even care
@Yourusername I did NOT cheat you just suck at chess + cry me a river + grow up + you’re British + unfunny + I beat you 4 times
[masterlist]
HI IM NOT DEAD
I LOVE YOU <3333333333
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calummss · 7 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
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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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specialagentlokitty · 7 months
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Damon x reader - bad dates good friends
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Can I send a request where the reader is on a date with a jerk and damon can’t stand it anymore and pretends to be the reader’s actual boyfriend. - @elenavampire21 💜
You stared at the man in front of you with a mixture of disgusted and boredom.
It all seemed to be going so well, you’d been talking for a couple of weeks and you finally agreed to go on a date with you.
And naturally that’s when his facade slipped, he was in fact a a pig. Disgusting.
Looking down at your drink, you sighed a little and glanced around the small bar you had gone too.
“So, how about we go to my parents cabin this weekend?” The man grinned.
“Uh.. no thank you.”
“Oh come on, don’t be such a whimp, it’s fine.”
You looked at him raising a brow.
“We’ll have some fun, drink, maybe throw a party?” He grinned.
“No thanks. I’m actually just going to go.”
You got up and walked over to the bar to pay for your own drinks, and the man followed you.
“Don’t go, don’t be a bitch.”
You spun around went to say something, but an arm dropping over your shoulder, and the familiar scent of alcohol and dust made you stop.
You placed your hand on his chest and stood close by him.
“Who the fuck are you?” The other man snapped.
“I’m (Y/N)s boyfriend.”
Damon moved you behind him, and in a blink of an eye he punched your date to the ground before walking back to you.
He wrapped you in his arms.
“I’ve been watching you being a dick all night and I’ve had enough. Get out of here before I change my mind.” Damon growled.
Damon dragged you out of the bar and down the street.
“Damon!”
You pulled your arm free and walked alongside of him.
“Why the hell were you there?”
“Obviously because your choice in men is shit.”
You slapped his stomach.
He dropped his arm on your shoulder again and you let him, reaching up to hold his wrist as you looked around.
“Did the dick buy you anything to eat?” Damon asked.
“No, took us straight to the bar.”
Damon pushed you towards the grill and you wondered in, sitting down while you waited for the vampire to return.
He came with your favourite food and set it down, and sat down opposite you, laying himself across the seats making you laugh.
“Thanks by the way, but you didn’t need to pretend ti be my boyfriend, you couldn’t just dragged me away.”
“Well since apparently you can’t pick decent men somebody has to treat you right I suppose.”
You rolled your eyes and flicked a chip at him and he flicked it back before sitting up and taking some of your food to eat.
You shook your head at him and pushed the plate in the middle.
Damon glanced at you before he went back to looking around the grill.
You didn’t know but he had been following you on every date you went on, just to make sure you were safe
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starlightsalvatore · 8 months
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decisions, decisions / damon salvatore x reader
heyoooo ! new damon fic ! I don't know that this one will have a part two, but I loved the idea of it :) lmk what you think!
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decisions, decisions / damon salvatore x reader
summary: the two times you discussed your apprehension to transitioning with Damon, and the one time you didn't get to.
word count: 5.5k
warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence, etc. typical tvdu stuff, no real reference as to when this takes place in canon
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As you walked through the doors of the boarding house, flanked by both of the Salvatore’s, you thought of the night your parents had died and how you eerily felt the same way as you did then… your boots clicking against the wood floors could be heard by anyone, though it wasn’t quite reaching your ears, neither were the voices of Stefan and Damon as they led you into the kitchen and sat you on a bar stool. Logically, you knew exactly where you were, but really if someone asked you wouldn’t have an answer. The only thing you knew for certain in this moment was that your skin was itchy and your mind was racing, replaying the events of the past hour as it tried to sort and categorize what it had seen, what it had done.
“Should we… call someone?” Damon asked, and this you heard but your eyes remained locked in place, looking at something that wasn’t really there as you felt a hand on your shoulder and a glass pressed to your lips, thankfully your body had the instinct to go on autopilot and sip the water Stefan was forcing you to drink. 
“Who?” he shot back, and if these were different circumstances you would have laughed, said my dead parents? A crisis counselor? A therapist? Good luck explaining this one.
“Bonnie, Elena, Caroline?” Damon listed off and each name made you wince.
“I don’t think any of them will be much help right now,” Stefan answered. Good, at least someone is thinking clearly.
“I’m fine,” you finally said, voice hoarse as you spoke for the first time in over an hour, and both boys snapped their heads to look at you, varying levels of concern clear on their faces. “I just, uh…” you paused, looking down at your hands, blood caked underneath your fingernails, seeped into the fabric of your clothing, even down to your socks. “It’s a lot of-” your hands started to shake and Stefan was quick to grab them, steadying them as he pulled you up.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly, leading you up the stairs and into a bathroom where you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and had you had the capacity to process the sight before you, you again might have laughed… an inappropriate reaction to an inappropriate situation. Stefan left quietly, leaving you alone as you began stripping yourself of your now-ruined clothing, trying to ignore the way it clung to your skin before smearing the blood everywhere… as if it would have made a difference.
You didn’t even flinch when the door opened, unconcerned with the fact that you were standing in just your bra and underwear because it’s not like there was anything to really see beneath all the red and Damon’s eyes were apologetic as he sat a stack of clothes and several towels on the counter. “Sorry, just leaving these here for you,” he said and you gave him a dry smile.
“It’s fine, sure you’ve seen worse.” you replied.
“I’ll be just outside, shout if you need anything.” You nodded softly as the door shut once more, and you peeled off the remainder of your clothing before flicking the faucet on and stepping under the stream. The shower floor quickly became a violent red, bright and angry, as the water washed over you and it did nothing to quell the images flashing through your mind. You almost felt embarrassed by how shell shocked you were, it wasn’t like you hadn’t killed before… a rogue vampire, or a werewolf that one time, in the heat of battle amidst the chaos that was now your life but this was different.
This was a hunter, a human, someone new drawn to the horrors plaguing Mystic Falls that set a perfect trap for Stefan and Damon, leaving you in the crosshairs after a training session in the woods. The irony of you pinned to the ground with only a small knife to your name after an afternoon spent wielding weapon after weapon was not lost on you, and the real kicker was the stake driven through your abdomen… the only human staked with two vervained vampires laying a few feet away. Instinct and self-preservation had taken over, mixed with a little fear, and in all honesty you don’t know where your knife had landed, just that you’d fought with all your might until his body slumped against yours. You���d known it had to be you, if either of them had awoken they wouldn’t have hesitated, you had to be the one to do it.
You briefly thought of Carrie, how the pig’s blood poured over her and drenched her so completely… only this wasn’t a movie, you weren’t on a stage in a pink dress, and this was not pig’s blood. It was sticky and hot pouring over your face, dripping down your neck, seeping through your clothes… it was human. It wasn’t a vampire, or a werewolf, it was another human just like you. You’d seen the light burn out in his eyes, you’d felt the limpness in his form as you shoved him off, you’d felt every inch of the stake as you pulled it out with shaking hands, terror pumping through your veins as you realized if you died right here, you would not be dead.
It was something trivial, a knife slicing through your palm so deep you felt woozy, you remembered the laughter as Damon begrudgingly gave you his wrist and Elena’s comment… I think we need to establish a schedule, make sure you’re with a vampire at all times otherwise your clumsiness is going to be your doom. 
You scrubbed your scalp, nails raking across the skin as you desperately waited for the water to run clear. It felt like there wasn’t enough soap, enough water, enough patience. But eventually it did, what’s the saying… all bleeding must stop? Soon everything will pass. How long until this passed? You recognized Damon’s scent as you pulled on his clothes after drying off, wrapping you in a sense of comfort you found odd. It wouldn’t have been the case had it been Stefan’s, you always felt safe with him, trusted and valued… but Damon? You were friends, sure, by circumstance not choice, you never fully knew where you stood with him which left you on edge and unsettled in his company.
You opened the door to find him exactly where he said he would be, leaning against the wall opposite you, eyes glued to the floor until they snapped up, searching yours for the answer to a question he didn’t ask, a question he wasn’t really sure of in the first place. He let out a chuckle as he scanned you, settling on the sweatpants threatening to drop right off your frame, and he gently reached out to secure them tightly around your waist. “Better?” he asked and you nodded.
“Finally feel clean,” you answered, voice still scratchy and hollow, as he led you down the hallway to his bedroom where he pulled back the covers for you to settle in. You looked up at him with a look of confusion and amusement as he busied himself with tucking you in, truly fretting over you. “Who are you and what have you done with Damon Salvatore?”
“Ha ha,” he responded sarcastically. “Thought this would be more comfortable, the guest rooms are kind of creepy in my opinion.”
“If you say so,” you replied, a smirk clear on your face and he tried not to dwell too much on how reassuring it was to see you sinking back into your old self.
“Do you need anything? Water, food, Stefan?” he asked and you just shook your head, “okay, I’ll be down the hall… or you know where Stefan is, whoever you’re more comfortable with, if you need anything…” he said, rambling as he was overwhelmed by the emotional intimacy of tending to you, yet he still felt like he wasn’t really doing enough as he walked towards the door.
“Damon?” you called, and he was quick to turn around, eyes warm and curious as they settled on you. “Could you maybe… stay? If that’s not weird?” you asked, and he was sliding into the other side of the bed in an instant, careful to leave an appropriate distance to not spook you.
“I think we left weird back in the woods,” he answered and you let out a soft laugh. Silence permeated the space as you both tried to figure out what to say next, there were about a dozen thoughts on the tip of your tongue and only one question on Damon’s that he finally found the nerve to ask. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know, I think so? He was going to kill all of us, I know I did the right thing, but… it’s just weird, I guess I was overly prepared for killing something supernatural, and underprepared for something human.” 
“You did do the right thing, and you saved one of us from the hunter’s curse… thank you for that, by the way,” he said, and you cracked a smile. “It was him or us and you chose right.”
“I almost died,” you nearly whispered, recalling the feeling of your blood rushing out of the wound in your abdomen, using all of your strength to crawl over to Stefan and Damon’s unconscious bodies. “I know it’s not the first time that’s happened, but it was the first time I felt it, the losing energy, feeling weak… when neither of you were waking up I was terrified I was going to die.” You recalled your panic, both of them out cold as your hands darted around the ground, sifting through dead leaves to try and find the knife you’d dropped to slice open Damon’s wrist to drink from.
“And you still had my blood in your system,” he finished, and you looked over to him a little shocked that he remembered, and that he already seemed to know that’s what was really bothering you. “You don’t want to turn?” he asked, genuinely curious. You’d always refrained from giving your two cents on the matter when it came up, and you were usually impossible to read.
“I don’t know,” you answered. “I’ve thought about it, not enough to figure out my stance on it. I don’t feel the same as Elena did, it was her worst nightmare… She wanted kids, and the picket fence, and sitting on the porch swing old and gray. I don’t want the same things, I don’t view vampirism as a hindrance to my goals or an unnecessary evil, but I also don’t know if I want to give up my human life.”
“You’ll stay here the next few days,” he responded and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Until it passes from your system. You deserve for it to be a choice, and I don’t want you out in the world where you could stumble into another person on the hunt for me… or with your luck, oncoming traffic.”
You let out a laugh, “thank you.” You settled into the blankets as a wave of exhaustion rolled over you, and you tilted your head slightly when you saw Damon lift an arm up for you, creating a space for you to lay against his chest. You exhaled in relief as he held you firmly, caging you in and wrapping you in a sense of protection.
“Get some rest, I’m not going anywhere.” he whispered, fingers drawing absentminded patterns against your skin as you already began fading into sleep. Nothing about the day had been predictable, but the most unexpected thing was this peaceful moment with Damon… 
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The incident with the vampire hunter had left you rattled for weeks to come, while you weren’t subject to the hunter’s curse that didn’t stop it from hanging over you like a storm cloud, lightning threatening to strike at a moment’s notice, but it became easier to manage with time… you were able to compartmentalize and rationalize. Yes, he was human, but he was also trying to kill you and two of your friends. At least, that’s what you (and everyone else) were constantly repeating. Eventually, the dreams subsided and you were able to take a shower without seeing pools of red at your feet, and life began to return to normal.
Well, normal except for one key difference… Damon had become not just a friend of circumstance, but a genuine friend. You’d seen a side of him you were entirely certain didn’t exist and he had suddenly seen you as something more than just one of Elena’s human friends. He had discovered that you were deeply insightful, had good ideas when he actually listened instead of tuning you out, and you were a hell of a drinking buddy despite your weak tolerance for bourbon, which he was currently pouring for himself as you laid sprawled out on his bed with a grimoire underneath you.
“This one is a dead end,” you sighed, crawling off the bed and discarding it on the stack of books Bonnie had asked the two of you to read before swiping his glass and finishing it off, nearly snorting the amber liquid at the look on his face.
“That is good bourbon meant for sipping, it’s not meant to be treated like cheap tequila.”
“My bad,” you said, amusement lacing your tone as you held your hands up in surrender. “I didn’t realize there was a protocol to drinking alcohol.” He just gave you a look as he refilled his glass and poured one for you, one that said you’re insufferable. “I’ll let Bonnie know we didn’t find anything.”
“We’ll figure it out eventually,” he responded, placing the glass in your hand as you clinked it against his. “Got any plans tonight?” he asked, eyes darting to the window showcasing the setting sun.
“Besides drinking you out of house and home?” you answered with a question, tilting the glass back and swallowing it in one gulp, as if to further annoy him, “nope.” He rolled his eyes, walking towards the door and you followed him instinctively, like he was a magnet pulling you along with him, and you let out a gasp when you landed in front of the liquor cabinet, watching him pull out a bottle of tequila.
“That is for you, if you insist on not enjoying your drinks.” It was your turn to roll your eyes as you pulled the top off and drank directly from the bottle.
“We can’t all be old like you, I’m firmly in the stage of my life where alcohol is a means to an end,” you responded with a shrug of your shoulders, making your way over to records where you flipped through, looking for something to put on.
“I’m not old,” he protested and you raised your head slightly to shoot him a look.
“You fought in the civil war,” you pointed out. “On the wrong side, might I add.”
“Not by choice, and I deserted... a fact you always conveniently forget." he protested, rolling his eyes. “Why is it that this is always the album you pick?” he asked, changing the subject entirely as he watched you take another swig from the bottle.
“Do you have a problem with Prince?”
“None at all, however… variety is always a good thing,” he mused.
“Did you ever see Prince? Like, in his heyday?” 
“Once or twice,” he responded, smirking at the way your eyes lit up just imagining it. “Perks of vampirism… compelling yourself into the best spot at any show… One of my fonder memories is watching Fleetwood Mac from the side stage.”
You sighed dreamily, “that is something to put in the pro category.”
“Given it anymore thought?” he asked, extending his hand for you to take as he twirled you around to the sounds of I Wanna Be Your Lover, and you obliged his request to dance instantly, allowing yourself to be pulled into his orbit as your hips swayed in motion with his, both of your bottles long since discarded on a nearby table.
You nodded, “the incident put things into perspective, made me consider things a little more thoroughly. I actually remembered a conversation Elena and I had, long before we ever met you and Stefan, after watching a vampire movie… it was the middle of the night, we should have been sleeping but I asked her ‘if vampires were real, would you want to be one?’ She answered, ‘if they look like Brad Pitt, definitely.’” you paused to chuckle. "But, this isn’t a hypothetical question at a sleepover, it’s a real possibility I’ve teetered on the edge of more than once.” You two were no longer really dancing, merely swaying side to side as he looked down at you with rapt attention, more invested in what you thought than he ever would have imagined. “When I look at you I see endless opportunity, wild fun and trips around the world once, or twice, or a dozen times just because you can, and freedom. When I look at Stefan I see a constant struggle for control, longing for the true humanity he lost, and deep-rooted self-loathing for where he’s been and what he’s done. You two are on opposite ends of the spectrum, which makes it really difficult for me to gauge how I actually feel.”
“You could look at Lexi,” he pointed out. “She was the poster child for self-control and moderation but that girl got up to some wild things when she wasn’t saving hero hair.”
You smiled softly, “I did, actually… I only met her once, and granted I didn’t know she was a vampire at the time, but she did seem good, and free-spirited.” You watched his face fall slightly, no doubt reliving the moment he killed his brother’s best friend, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to break him from the thought. “I want to be like you… uninhibited, bold, a little reckless at times because you’re just invincible enough to be okay no matter what… but then I think of Stefan, or how much Elena wishes she could change things, or how hard Caroline tries to make the best of it and it pulls me right back into questioning everything. And the rub is that if I decide I want to stay human, I can change my mind at any time… if I decide to be a vampire on the other hand…”
“There’s no going back,” he finished and you nodded. “Whatever you decide, you’ve got my support. It’s kind of admirable, the way you’re really taking the time to actually figure out what you want.”
“Was that a compliment?” you teased and he harshly tugged you closer.
“Definitely not,” he whispered before letting you go to return to his bourbon… and you to your tequila.
“If you say so,” you mused, making your way to the record player to make a new selection.
“For the love of god, no more Prince.” he protested, already seeing you halfway through making that choice. You raised your hands in surrender, a cheeky smile on your lips as you instead selected Bon Jovi.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” he said, already lunging for you as you squealed and ran thorough the living room, desperately trying to evade him.
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Trudging through the dark woods you struggled to see more than a few feet in front of you, entirely unguided by the light of the moon and the dim glow of your phone screen. One wrong turn had you separated from the Salvatore’s with Klaus on the loose and you thought to yourself that there couldn’t be a worse time for you to be lost and un-flanked by the brother’s. You were unsure of exactly why you were facing off with Klaus, the whole thing felt rather ridiculous to you, but you were whisked off the front porch just as you’d raised your hand to knock… simply there to collect a forgotten textbook. You shouldn’t have been surprised, this was just your life now, breezing from one supernatural disaster to the next.
You thought about calling out to them, but realized it would only alert the person you were desperately trying to avoid, and settled for your careful and slow movements, one foot in front of the other, until you finally, hopefully, found them before Klaus found you. It was an effort entirely in vain, you were human, he was an original vampire, you couldn’t even be shocked when you heard the tenor of his voice or felt a strong arm wrap around your waist as he hauled you through the forest kicking and screaming. “Klaus! Put me down!” you tried, but that was also in vain. 
“I can hear you, Stefan,” Klaus sneered as he dropped you rather unceremoniously to the ground, and you scrambled to your feet… contemplating running but it would only make matters worse.
“Just let her go, Klaus.” Stefan said, emerging with Damon through the tree line and you felt the tiniest bit of relief that was quickly squashed as you realized if they’d angered Klaus there was only so much backpedaling they could do. 
“I thought I told the lot of you to stay away from my family,” Klaus roared and a shiver slinked down your spine… if they messed with his family you were really done for.
“I thought retaliation was fair play,” Damon replied, confusion evident in his tone as he walked towards you, stopping only a few yards away. “Might want to tell that sister of yours to keep her emotions in check.”
“I’ll be sure to pass along the message,” he said, turning to harshly yank you forward. “But it appears you all need a message in return.” He bit into his wrist and you struggled in his grasp as the brother’s moved forward, only to stop in their tracks when Klaus said, “take one more step and I’ll snap her neck.”
“Klaus, don’t!” Stefan pleaded, you could already see the guilt clear as day across his face as he realized you were about to suffer the same fate he wouldn’t wish upon anyone else. “She wasn’t involved, don’t do this to her.”
“Makes for a better lesson then, doesn’t it?” he asked, shoving his wrist against your lips and you tried to fight it but it was futile as you choked his blood down. “An innocent life, completely derailed by your actions.”
“Klaus,” you whispered, the shaky fear drawing his attention to you. “Please don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, love,” he responded, brushing a stray tear from your cheek and you stiffened at the touch. “You’re what's known as collateral damage, it’s nothing personal.” The worst part of it all was that as you looked up into his eyes you saw genuine remorse… he didn’t want to do this to you, he felt like he had to. “Perhaps in a few years when you’ve adjusted to this new life of yours, I’ll make it up to you.”
“Alright, come on… you’ve given everyone a good scare, message received, just let her go and we can all forget this ever happened.” Damon tried as Klaus’s hand gently cradled the back of your head.
“The next time you think of crossing my family, I want you to look at this lovely young girl, frozen in time, immortalized as a monster, and reconsider,” was the last thing you heard before everything went dark.
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You jolted upright in a bed that wasn’t your own, chest heaving as you looked around frantically, trying to decipher where you were and your breathing slowed, only slightly, when you realized you were in Damon’s bedroom. Your mind was reeling as you checked yourself over for injuries before realizing if you were waking up in the boarding house whatever had happened had already been magically erased from your body. You stilled when you heard arguing on the other side of the door, Damon and… maybe Elena? Your head throbbed as you swung your feet over the edge of the bed, prepared to stand and figure out what the hell had happened when it all hit you like a freight train… snapping twigs, Klaus’s blood, darkness. You were in transition.
You jumped to your feet just as the door swung open and Damon was surprised to see you awake, “there she is. How are you feeling?” he asked in an uncharacteristically chipper tone and he was unsurprised when you charged towards him, tiny fists clenched and thudding against any inch of his chest you could hit.
“What the hell did you do?” you shrieked as he just stood there taking it, allowing you to get it out of your system and it didn’t take long for you to realize it wasn’t going to change anything and you stopped as you stepped back and ran a hand through your hair. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, a chill in your veins as you whispered, “I’m a vampire.” You thought of the conversations you’d had with Damon, exposing your feelings on the matter to only him, feelings you hadn’t quite deciphered for yourself. It was a choice you were debating, only for that choice to be ripped from your grasp.
“I really didn’t think he’d take it that far,” Damon tried and you just scowled at him, if looks could kill he’d be staked by now. You stood there for a moment, sorting through the mountain of emotions swirling through your head and your heart before laughter bubbled past your lips, true unfiltered laughter. 
“Is everything okay?” Stefan asked, entering the room and you noticed the blood bag in his hand he was trying to keep concealed.
“Oh, everything is just peachy,” you replied, thoroughly in a fit of giggles as Elena was pulled in by the sound and the three of them just watched through confused eyes with concerned expressions. “I mean, I don’t respond to texts for what…? Three hours? I try to have just one night to myself, and that’s the night you decide to piss off an original and I get murdered in the woods,” you ranted, breathless laughter still surrounding your words. “He called me collateral damage to whatever idiotic stunt you pulled with Rebekah. Collateral fucking damage,” you whispered the last part and Elena shared a look with Stefan that translated to what should we do? “That for me?” you asked, striding across the room and plucking the blood bag from his hands, and Elena flinched when you ripped the top of it off.
“You don’t have to drink it right now, you have time to decide-” Stefan started but another bout of laughter cut him off.
“Decide? That decision has already been made for me. I mean, what am I going to do, just let myself actually die?” you replied as you sucked the liquid down and he suddenly felt like he was in over his head. While this reaction from you wasn't shocking for Damon, Stefan had expected tears, breakdowns, and maybe a broken vase or two… but he might have been right about the breakdown, he was at a loss for any other way to describe what he was currently seeing. When the bag was empty you discarded it on Damon’s desk and took a moment to steady yourself, inhaling and exhaling all of the bad.
“Okay, what’s done is done.” you said suddenly and Elena’s face twisted up in confusion.
“It’s okay if you’re not okay, you can take a minute… process what happened,” she tried.
“Your emotions are really heightened right now, I think you should just sit down and take a beat.” Stefan added, and Damon was being unusually silent.
“Nope. I’m good, we can’t go back, we can’t change it… this is how things are. What’s done is done,” you repeated.
“That’s… it?” Elena asked and you nodded.
“That’s it. Now, I’m going to go home, take a shower, take a nap in my own bed, and I will be prepared for whatever hero monologue about self-control and moderation you were preparing during my brief stint into death tomorrow,” you said, directing the last bit to Stefan as you moved to exit the room and Damon cleared his throat.
“About that… you can’t leave, yet,” he said, voice cautious as you turned on your heel, eyes catching the sunlight and you took in another deep breath to steady yourself.
“Turns out we used the last lapis lazuli ring on hand for me…” Elena started, “Bonnie’s out getting one right now, but until then…”
“I’m stuck here.” you finished. You nodded, “perfect. Cool if I raid your kitchen?” you asked, but didn’t wait for a response. “Great, thanks so much.” You bounded down the stairs, stumbling on the landing as you realized you moved far quicker than you intended to… something for you to get used to, and you threw open the fridge with a huff as you sorted through its contents and settled on what looked like leftover takeout from the Thai place you loved so much, not even bothering to heat up the noodles as you hopped up onto the counter.
“By all means, help yourself, wasn’t looking forward to those later or anything,” Damon said as he entered and you let out a humorless laugh.
“Don’t even,” you warned as he leaned against the counter across from you. “Should I make you the same promise you made Stefan? An eternity of misery?” 
“I’d rather you didn’t,” he answered and you focused your attention on your noodles. “I’m sorry.”
“What for? It’s not like you pissed off Klaus and robbed me of having a say in how I live the rest of my life,” you replied and he nodded, knowing there wasn’t really anything he could say in this moment to make it right. “I meant what I said, what’s done is done. I just… I didn’t know if I wanted this,” you sighed.
“I know,” he responded, and he did. “I had a plan if you’d ever decided you wanted to.” he said, and that pulled your attention back to him, eyes curious and prompting him to continue. “I was going to give you one last truly epic human day… maybe a little road trip away from all the chaos here with greasy drive-thru french fries and milkshakes, deserted dive bars with questionable décor, cheesy roadside tourist traps, maybe a hike thrown in there to remind you of the utter humanness in struggling with something as simple as a walk. Then we’d stop at a motel, watch really terrible made-for-tv movies, and when you were all tuckered out and fast asleep that’s when I’d do it… so you’d just wake up in your new life.”
“That’s… oddly sweet,” you said, skepticism lacing your tone.
“Everyone’s story is traumatic… I didn’t want that for you. I wanted it to be easy, and peaceful.” he said and you smiled softly at the sentiment. “I’m really sorry my choices resulted in the opposite, and got your choice taken away.”
You sighed, “it’s okay. I meant what I said, what’s done is done. I have decided that I did decide I wanted this, I just hadn’t shared that with anyone yet and really Klaus did me a favor. I’m reframing and moving on.” 
He chuckled, “you’re incredible, you know that?” he asked as he stepped in between your legs, palms resting on your thighs. “I will spend the rest of my eternity making sure you have the most fulfilling vampire life possible. My bad choices are not going to hinder you from having the life you want, whatever that ends up looking like.”
You laughed, “you shouldn’t have told me that because you just gave me so much power,” you teased. “I already have a request.” 
“Whatever it is, consider it done,” he replied, smirking at you.
“Can you go get me some clothes from my house? Something cute and fun…. you’re taking me out as soon as the sun goes down because I’m hungry and not for something that comes out of a blood bag or a take-out container.”
“On it,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “In the meantime, go upstairs and relax. Take a bath, raid the liquor cabinet, raid the fridge in the basement, whatever you want, and when I get back I’ll give you the best first night of vampirism you could ask for.” he said and you laughed as he disappeared, hopping down from the counter to follow his instructions. Sure, this wasn’t how you’d imagined it, before you woke up you weren’t even sure this was what you wanted, but there was no use dwelling on things that could be unchanged… there was only making the best of it, and welcoming your new life with open arms.
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starshipsofstarlord · 8 months
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Brekkie
Summary -> Damon makes breakfasts for you with your daughter after he comforts her from a bad dream (1k)
Warnings -> fluff, mentions of Damon’s past and death, child abandonment
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Life as a vampire deprived those turned of many thugs, the greatest punishment for Damon being unable to have children. He had always thought when he was much younger that when he met a nice woman he would have the ability to settle down, and give her the greatest gift of all in the form of a child.
But when he met you, the blessing of a child had already fallen upon you prior to meeting Damon. It hurt him knowing that he could never be a father of his own, but without Tiff having a male parent in the picture, it gave Damon the opportunity to step up. He awoke from his heavenly slumber from being shaken restlessly on his bare shoulder by a small hand that was no doubt pining for his attention.
As his eyes peeled open, as expected he was met with the sight of Tiff. Her wide blue eyes were staring up at him, and if he had no recollection of his past, from a few attributes of her appearance he would have been convinced that she was his long lost daughter. "Tiffy, why are you up so early sweetie?"
In her presence, he felt like a whole new man. He forgot all the terrible things he had done as his sole focus was on her. "I couldn't sleep Damon..." Her voice was small and it trailed off into a silence that scared the man before her. It pained him to hear her minuscule heart having a rave in her chest, yet simultaneously he was comforted that she found solace in her sleepless state in him.
You remained comatised in the depths of your dreams as Dam0n helped Tiff up onto the bed, she laid between the both of you, hugging on of the pillows on the bed. "I get bad dreams sometimes too."" He confided in her, reaching to hold her hand with his own. She gripped it tightly, fearful as though Damon would disappear from beside her.
"What are they about? Your bad dreams I mean..." Tiff was a very inquisitive child, and was well educated in her speech for her age. He would never answer her question truthfully, there were far too many sins he had partaken in. There was guilt wrapped around the remainder of his soul like a parasite, and most things he had done were too violent to share. The little girl before him deserved to keep her innocence, she was a the purest light in his life, and he refused to corrupt her.
"Well Tiffy, when I was younger, so a really long time ago, me and my brother would play around the garden with a football. Neither him or my dad if he dared dirty his clothes never let me win. And I miss my mom, she wasn't in my life then, she left us... me." To know Lily hadn't died but in fact abandoned him and. Stefan only pained him furthermore, it had been her choice to leave him in the custody of his neglectful father.
"Oh. Mine was you left mommy and me, like my real daddy did." His heart ached from hearing her words. "You're kinda like my dad, aren't you? You're here protecting us, and you make the bad dreams go away. Do you think mommy's having a good or bad dream?" To think she saw him as a parent figure made Damon feel proud about his journey, he'd come such a long way and finally, he had everything that he had ever wanted.
In reply to her enquiry his eyes trailed past Tiff and rested on his beloved. Your face was rested peacefully atop of the pillow beneath your head, strands of hair laying softly on your cheek. It was a rare occasion that you weren’t unconsciously kicking him, but he guessed that your maternal instincts sensed that your daughter was between the two of you.
“A good dream.” He answered her, thinking about how perfect his life was in the moment. “But it’d be even better if we woke her up with some brekkie.” He insisted as he laid a kiss on Tiff’s hairline, helping her clamber off from the mattress gently, as to not awaken you prematurely. They trailed through the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen, Damon picking Tiff up and sitting her on the countertop. “What do you think we should make, kid?”
“Pancakes!” The child exclaimed, and Damon had to remind her to be soft with her voice as you were still sleeping upstairs. Or so they thought… your bare feet had followed the route they had taken some moments later, and as they made use out of the frying pan, you watched the two of them from the doorway. A small part of you had wished they’d woken you up so that you could join them and teach them some culinary skills that would deplete the mess they had made around them, however the sight you had was everything.
The three of you were one big happy family. “And the two of you are making what exactly?” Halloween costumes would have been your first guess for when they spun around, the flour that they had used as an ingredient illuminated the high points of their faces. Tiff gave you a toothy smile as Damon blew you a kiss before returning to the pan that was hissing for his attention.
“We’re making pancakes, right daddy?” You froze, and Damon ignored that the cooking breakfast required a flip to its other side when the title escaped her mouth. She had never called Damon that before, but it justified Damon’s appearance of flour on his face and a towel slung over his shoulder. “Is that okay baby?” Damon asked you with uncertainty tied around his tongue.
You stood there, remembering all of the milestones and moments that Tiffany’s biological father had missed but Damon had been there for. She loved drives in his Camaro, he’d take her out for ice cream after he collected her from kindergarten thinking you didn’t know but you did. It was difficult to be against Damon being her ‘daddy’, because in all aspects he was. “It’s more than okay. But I don’t think the breakf- sorry, brekkie is; smells like it’s burning.”
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mayfieldss · 1 year
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Damon Salvatore x wife reader
Where all she does is wheeze
She laughs at everything and all she does is wheeze and snort while crying for like 30 minutes straight as Damon looks at her and can't stop himself from laughing
Everyone just walks into the Salvatore home and asks what she's laughing about as they start laughing
Damon just shrugs and says
"she saw something hilarious on her phone and now she won't stop wheezing."
And like a little part where he says
"that's my wife." Like a 'i married that thing' LOLL
I just need this, I wheeze so much that it's an issue
GIRL SAME.
Funny - Damon Salvatore
Warnings: none.
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Damon never understood why you found the smallest things the most hilarious. It was strange to him that you could watch someone trip over and break into fits of laughter right before his eyes in the centre of town. Of course, he found similar things funny, but not in the way you did. It would be impossible to stop your fits of laughter once they began, and he just had to let you ride it out when they happened. It did make him feel good, however, that with every joke he told, you would burst into a cackling bundle of joy. He adored it, even when others found it a little strange.
It was one of those days when Damon entered the living room to you, sitting on the couch with your phone in hand. It all seemed normal, or as normal as it could be in the Salvatore house, when he heard a small snort from across the room. It came from you, he knew that much, and when he turned to get a good look at your figure, you were lost in the humour of whatever you'd just seen before he could stop it. You had collapsed lying on the couch now as you wheezed like you couldn't catch your breath. It was continuous and soon you fell from the piece of furniture, landing with a loud thump on the floor.
"What's got you this time?" He strolls up to you with an amount of swagger no one else can muster, but he's close to bursting out in laughter himself just at the sight of you on the floor. He snatches your phone from your hands, and you don't protest, slamming your hand on the carpet repeatedly as you continue to lose yourself in the situation. Damon eyes the screen of your phone, watching the video that had turned his wife into the wheezing mess that you were. It's a dog as far as Damon can tell, and as the video progresses, he watches said animal fall down a set of stairs. He watches the dog roll and smiles to himself, before turning his gaze to you again. "Funny dog?" He questions and you manage to lift your head enough to nod through your laughter. You've got tears streaming down your face now, and you're holding your stomach from the cramps of it all. And just like that, you've got Damon going too. He finds himself lost in laughter, crouching to the floor to try and lift you to your feet. "C'mon, up you get." It's hard for him to say because he can't entirely keep himself upright as he chuckles, but he manages as you grasp onto him tightly, still lost in your loud excessive wheezing.
"He—he fell. He just rolled." Your words come as gasps and Damon is cackling now, allowing you to collapse again because in truth there is no amount of strength that can keep you from rolling on the floor when you're like this.
"What the hell is going on?" Somehow Stefan has found his way into the room, a deep frown covering his features more than usual as he watches you roll around once more, unable to stop. Damon turns his head, grinning wide at his brother.
"She saw a dog fall down some stairs, it really got her going." He snorts as he says it, thinking about the video himself, and the way you're currently reacting to it. You've spent years with Damon doing things like this, and he remembers the day he made fun of the way Stefan decided to dress for your and Damon's wedding day. You'd absolutely lost it at the altar, and it took around twenty minutes to get the ceremony back on track.
"She's going this crazy over a dog?" Stefan is leaning against the doorframe looking more than just unimpressed, though Damon is loving the show of it all, especially the quiet moments where you try and catch your breath, only to continue laughing seconds later.
"It wasn't just any dog Stefan; it was a dog falling down some stairs." Damon pats his brother on the shoulder as he approaches, standing beside him as he watches you work yourself up over the thing. His face aches with the length of time he's spent grinning, and he finds himself chuckling again as you let out a long, loud wheeze. And then you go quiet, breathing slowly as you calm down. But Damon loves the sound of your laugh, the genuine sound of your joy, so he starts you up again.
"He just rolled down those stairs, right baby?"
"He rolled!" You shout back, the last syllable morphing into yet another wheeze before your back at it, rolling around and grasping your cramping stomach.
"You seriously married her, you know that right?" It's Stefan again, and his gaze goes back and forth between your figure and Damon's, entirely confused by the whole situation. Damon seems to smile wider at the mention of that because the concept of forever with you, and a hundred more moments like this just sounds perfect to him.
"Hell yeah, I did. That's my damn wife." And Stefan doesn't understand it, but Damon couldn't care less as he moves forward to meet you again, crouching at your side once more. He pulls you up into a sitting position, and you grasp his arms, as you try and keep yourself steady.
"He was so cute, but he just couldn't make it down those stairs." You're still gasping, your words coming in short bursts as you wheeze over and over, laughing until your ribs feel as though they're on fire, and Damon joins you because he can't think of anything better.
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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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crazyk-imagine · 5 months
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Running for your Love
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Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Vampire!reader
Characters: Vampire!reader, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce (Katerina Petrova)
Warnings: Blood, half blood sharing, hunters, stakes, almost dying, Damon being Damon, surprise Katherine appearance bc why not, Damon snapping someone's neck, classis oblivious mystic falls residents
Word Count: 793
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You roll your eyes, slamming the glass down on the bar top, tired of his attitude. “You know it may not matter to you, but it matters to me you ass,” you say, walking out of the Mystic Grill.
Damon rolls his eyes, knowing you’re right (and he’s just being an ass) so he continues to drink his bourbon.
“You know you could be a little nicer seeing as you love her and all,” the female says, sitting beside him.
He doesn’t have to turn to see who it is, the voice is enough. “What the hell do you want Katherine?”
She shrugs. “Nothing. I got all I needed from that.”
“Are you here to tell me how pathetic I’m being?”
“No,” she starts off. “I’m here to tell you to get off your ass and go after her.”
“Really?” He turns in his seat, needing to see her face as she talks. “You care about my love life? I find that hard to believe.”
She lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes her head. “Not yours. Hers.”
“Why?”
“We were friends once upon a time, believe it or not. I’d like to think that’s still true even if everyone thinks I’m a bitch.”
“Aren’t you?”
She smirks. “I’m not disagreeing with you, but you should think hard about go after her.”
He pushes himself off the stool and rushes out the door, searching for you. He turns the corner at the sound of someone struggling and finds you in a fight with a hunter.
He rushes closer and pulls the guy off you, snapping his neck. He sighs before rushing to you. “Are you okay?” Damon cups your cheeks, checking you over, wanting to make sure you’re okay.
Your face scrunches in pain as the small piece of wood travels closer and closer to your heart. “No.”
“What is it?”
“It,” your head bounces against the brick wall. You lose your breath. “A piece of his stake is moving and I-” You don’t think you can describe it anymore, the pain becoming more and more unbearable. He nods, hands stopping on your shoulders.
“Okay, okay. Where is it right now?”
You clench your jaw, shaking your head.
“Hey, hey.” He places his hands on your back your cheeks, forcing you to focus on something other than your pain. “I know it hurts, I know it does but I need you to focus on this and tell me where it is so I can help.”
You take a deep breath, “just- it’s close to my heart. I need you to get it.”
“I know, I am but I need you to do something for me.”
“What?” You groan.
“Don’t scream.”
You open your mouth to ask why but he covers it as his other hand slowly inches into your chest.
It takes him a few tries but eventually he gets it. “It’s out. It’s out, I got it.” He tosses it to the side, checking you over once more. “Are you okay?”
“Better now that I’m not on the verge of dying, for real this time.”
“We’re joking now?”
“Oh, so you can almost die like a million times and be sarcastic, but I can’t this one time.”
“I’m not- I don’t do that.” You scoff, attempting to take a step forward, only to almost fall.
“Hey, hey. Woah, woah.” He catches you, adjusting his hold on you so his arm is around your waist to keep you upright. “Did you drink anything today?”
You don’t respond.
“I told you if you ever run out, all you need to do is call me and I’ll be there.”
“I’m fine.”
“If collapsing from lack of blood is fine, then you’re it.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, geez.”
He bites his wrist and offers it to you.
You push him away. “No.”
“It’s better than you pass out, just- work with me.”
“Damon, I’m not drinking your blood. That’s a sacred thing. I can’t.”
“That’s blood sharing and it’s fine. If I had anything in my car, I’d offer it, but I don’t.” He sighs, “please just-”
“Fine, it’ll make you happy.”
He smirks before biting his wrist, inching it closer to you.
You gently grab it and sink your fangs into his wrist.
He closes his eyes until the pain settles and returns his attention to you.
Once you feel better, you shove his wrist away before the temptation becomes stronger. “Thanks,” you wipe your chin using the back of your hand.
“Don’t let this happen again.”
You roll your eyes and start walking away. “Okay.”
He follows after you and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you to the car.
"Is this a blood bag?"
"Nope, don't know what that is."
"Damon!"
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Y/n, over text: Turn around.
Y/n: No, the other way.
Y/n: Wrong way again.
Damon: Where are you??
Y/n: At home, but the idea of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.
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athenasalvatore1922 · 9 months
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Y/n: Write 'nothing is set in stone' on my grave
Caroline: oh as a witty pun?
Y/n: Yeah, also as a warning that I will be back
Damon: Yup, the bitch won't die
Stefan: So maybe stop trying to kill her
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thecitysgraveyard · 9 months
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WOW YOUR DAMON STUFFS!! :0
Him with an insecure reader? And maybe even they get jealous as well? But not mad- because they are insecure- just sad about it. Thank you so much! :)
ahh thank you so much nonnie <3 and thank for requesting :)
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damon hates it when you downgrade yourself, talk shit about yourself, he loves you and wants you to know it
he kisses you everywhere just to show you how much he cares and loves you, it helps but that insecurity always comes back
you were walking around with damon and a few girls started thirsting all over him, it made you feel small, you hated it but didn't say anything
you get a bit jealous looking at those girls honestly, looking at their features, body and clothes, any man would choose them over you wouldn't they?
he notices you looking at them and takes you back home, and as soon as you both enter, he kisses you all over your face and neck
"you're so pretty" he mumbles while kissing your neck, he starts trailing his kisses down till your collarbone
he loves you and you love him, there is nothing that will make him not love you anymore
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thedragonqueensblog · 2 months
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James Potter & Damon Salvatore///Is it another love?
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Anonymous request: I love your writing so much I was wondering where you can do a crossover of the vampire diaries and The Marauders the reader is a Marauder and she likes James but he likes Lily she overhears that James would never like her so she goes out to cry and but then she meets Damon Salvatore who comes out from a Time Machine weeks later he takes her to his world since he has fallen in love with her so he tells to leave everything and go with him
“Since Lily doesn't like you, why not go for Y/n? who is also attractive.” Sirius smiles
“Y/n’s beauty is something I agree on, but I only view her as a friend and it would never happen.” James tells him “Because I love Lily.”
Wiping off your tears, you walked away quietly to avoid hearing James rejecting you anymore.
“But Y/n and you make a cute couple.” Remus tells him
“But I only want Lily, can't you guys not understand that?” James crossed his arms angrily
"And why can't you not understand that Lily doesn't like you back.” Sirius fumed “you're missing on a really nice girl like Y/n. I hope you don't regret it when she finds somebody else better than you.”
When you got outside, you started to cry again as you kicked the ground. "Why did I believe that he would like me back? I'm so stupid!! Of course he likes Lily.”
While you cried furiously, you didn't notice a machine falling on the ground and a person coming out of it.
As you stood up, someone asked from behind you, “where am I?” and scared the living hell out of you.
As you attempted to calm yourself down after getting scared by this weird guy with weird questions, you asked “who are you?”
“I apologize for scaring you, I didn't intend to do so. My name is Damon Salvatore.” He smiled as he kissed your hand.
You couldn't help but blush at this cute weirdo guy “My name is Y/n Y/l/n, but why did you ask weird questions?”
He smiles, again “Your name is beautiful just like you. I can't believe it’s my lucky day. I just met the most beautiful girl in the world.”
You smiled at this guy who was not only weird but he’s charming and cute. “Haha thank you but you didn’t answer my question.”
“Beautiful it’s hard to explain, and you’ll laugh at me after I finish telling you.” He tells you
“Why is it hard? You can tell me I promise that I won’t laugh.” You tell him back smiling
He looks at you with a sad look “you will laugh at me and I don’t want to scare you away because you will once I tell you and I know we don’t know each other but I already like you.”
You giggle, "You already like me? How is that possible? If I'm a boring person and it's ok, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to.”
He laughs, "you’re not a boring person. Your amazingness makes everything possible, and I'll reveal my secret to you at a later time.”
"Y/n there you are!!!,We were so worried about you." James glares at Damon, “Why are you conversing with this dumb ass stranger?”
Damon growls, "I don't think it's any of your business unless you're her boyfriend even if you are, you don't have a right to talk to her like that and I have a name boy.”
“He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend.” You tell Damon with a smile
James looked at you shocked that you would say that "first Y/n don’t tell strangers about our lives and second of all, I don't need to know your name Mr.”
“James stop it and leave them alone. They were just talking and we rudely interrupted them.” Sirius tells him
James glares at his best friend then he looks over at you "while you were too busy talking to this idiot we were worried thinking that something bad happened to you since you didn't come to the Common room like you were supposed to.”
Damon fumed as he walked past you “Call me something else again and I'll have your ass on the ground.”
"Sirius and Remus take James away before something happens." you tell them as they nodded trying to take him away but James kept pushing them away “the fuck you’re not staying with him if we’re leave your coming with us.”
You give Damon a somber smile. “I have to go with them to avoid trouble because James shouts, but I'm hoping to see you tomorrow.”
He shakes his head, "He should get in trouble not you or your friends but I'm hoping to see you tomorrow as well princess and have a good night.”
You nodded with a smile “thank you and I hope you have a wonderful night as well.”
While walking with them, you rolled your eyes as James shouted at you and asked questions about Damon.”
"Stop rolling your eyes and answer me. Who the fuck is he?” He demands getting in your face
“I will slap you if you keep yelling and swearing at me, and you cannot demand to know his identity.” You told him before leaving
“Y/n,Get back here now!!. We're not done talking yet!!” James yelled out for you, but you flipped him off and kept walking.
James exclaims with frustration, “can you believe her?”
Remus shrugs his shoulders "Well you did go over the line.”
“I was just trying to protect her. I can't do that now?” James questions angrily “He could have done something to hurt her.”
“Yelling and swearing at her is not a way to protect her. It's pushing her away instead.” Sirius explains “and after what you did, I don’t think she’ll want you near or around her.”
“Given what you did, I agree with Sirius that she probably won't want to be near or around you.” Remus adds “Probably not even with us as well.”
With a smile, Lily says, “Y/n, I was looking for you.” The smile she had turned to a frown. "What's the matter?"
"Ask your boyfriend." Anger poured out of you as you walked past her.
Lily asks in a confused manner, "My boyfriend?"
James asks Lily with anger, "Have you seen Y/n?"
"She went in that direction,” Lily points out. "What happened?"
James sighs and thanked Lily before heading in the direction he was instructed to go.
She observes his departure and is irritated because no one is explaining the situation. “Could someone please give me an explanation?”
“James got mad because he saw Y/n and an unknown man talking.” Sirius explains “You know how he is overprotective of her.”
“Sirius, that also sounds like he got jealous.” She tells him with smile
“James doesn’t like her, he likes you”. Remus tells her
“But I don’t see him like that because I really like somebody else.” She confesses
“Is it Snape?” Sirius tease her with a smirk
“Maybe”. She blushes as she shrugs her shoulders “but I do hope that one day, Y/n and James end up together.”
“Y/n we didn’t finish talking.” James grabs your arm
James' hand is removed from your arm by you. “We have concluded.”
“I was just trying to protect you from him who could have hurt you, can't you see?” He fumed
You rolled your eyes, “You need to worry about Lily instead of me.”
“You are the focus, not Lily.” He huffed
“The conversation we had is irrelevant to me now, it's concluded.” You walked off.
Damon comes out of the machine with a smile as everyone asks him questions “I just saw and met the most beautiful woman in the world.”
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Stefan looks at him with confusion
With a grin on his face, Damon gazes upon his brother, “Y/n Y/L/N is the most stunning woman I have ever met."
Elena laughs, “Babe, I'm speculating that your brother came across a stunning woman when he went to another world.”
Stefan laughs too "I think you're right because right now he's being stupid and not listening.”
“what should we do?” Caroline asks
“I think let’s leave him alone for a second and he’ll probably tell us later.” Elena replied
Caroline rolled her eyes "why later? I want to know about the mystery woman that got the demon in love? Oops, I meant Damon.”
“I have a name and the mystery woman that got me in love is Y/n I already told you guys.”
Caroline crosses her arm in frustration "We all know that, but we want to know who she is.”
Damon smirks, “you’ll soon have the chance to meet her because I'm thinking of bringing her into this world.”
“That’s not saying much.” Caroline grumbles
After what happened last night, you been ignoring James who has been trying to talk to you since the morning
“Why are you so moody Prongs?” Sirius asks pretending to not know what got his best friend in a bitchy mood
“Because Y/n is not talking to me.” James grumbles as he rolls his eyes
“After what transpired last night, why should she?” Sirius defends you “You're my best friend, but she's also my best friend. What you did was wrong.”
“I'm apologetic for trying to safeguard her. Perhaps in the future, I'll keep my mouth shut.” James storms off
“James, come back.!!!That wasn't what I intended to say.” He ignores Sirius' call out.
James dropped to his knees on the grass as he let out tears "I'm so sorry Y/n for the things that I have done.”
“James,be patient with her right now. She's upset, but eventually she'll forgive you.” Lily tells him
“You think so?” he asks with hope on his face
“Of course!!!” She smiles
Outside, you were waiting for Damon who sent you a letter to meet him here “there you are my princess.”
You blushed "so I read your letter and it said that you have a surprise for me
He looked at you with hope but scared at the same time “promise me you won't get scared or try to run once I take you to my city and tell you what I am.”
You give him a confused stare, “I don’t promise anything but okay.”
Damon grabs your hand and leads you to a machine as you look around the machine “you made this cool time machine?”
He laughs as he closes the door and he sits next to you “I wish but actually it was Bonnie my friend, that made this.”
You looked at him with a smiled as you noticed that you and Damon came to a stop and the two of you got out
You were taken aback by the beauty of this city and looked around in shock. “Where are we?”
He smiles at you, "Mystic Fall."
You stare at him in shock. "Mystic Fall?, as they claim, is the location of the supernatural."
He nods and lowers his head. "Indeed, and I am among them."
“What kind of supernatural are you?”
“Vampire.” He says “ I understand if you’re scared, if you want I’ll take you home so you don’t go by yourself.”
You moved closer to him and grabbed his face with a smile. “I’m alright; I'm not terrified or anything.”
With a grin on his face, he grabbed your hands and kissed them. “Okay then, my Princess, let's go meet some individuals.”
"Have you seen Yn? I haven't seen her all day.” James says
“It's probable that she's with Lily or something. End your overprotectiveness. It's both adorable and annoying.” Sirius tells him
"Oh Y/n? She was with the same guy that we saw her with last night and they were having a conversation.”Peter butts in with a smirk
”You gotta be kidding me.”James growls. She didn't listen. She's going to hear from me when she gets back.”
Sirius glares at Peter who stopped smirking then he looks over at James, "Prongs you can't tell Y/n what to do, she's allowed to talk or to hang out with whoever she wants.”
“There's an aspect of that guy that makes me apprehensive about Y/n being around him.” James tells them “But I'll figure it out soon or later, but I will.”
After he laid you on his bed so that you could sleep more comfortably, Damon went back to ask his friends and brother how they felt about you. “So what do you think of Y/n?”
“She's incredible, with a great heart and personality, and she's the perfect match for you, my brother.” Stefan replies. 
“I agree with Stefan that you have never been so happy for a woman before. Since she makes you happy, we support your decision of you and her dating.”
Damon chuckles, "I was going to date her regardless of your approval, but thank you.”
“When do you plan on asking her to leave everything behind and join you in this world?” Caroline asked.
“When she wakes up.” Damon replies
The aroma of pancakes and toast greeted you as you woke up and went to the kitchen to see the Damon flipping the pancakes and he noticed you and gave you a smile
 “Good morning princess, please take a seat and I'll bring you a plate.” Damon tells you
You smile as you sit down. “Thank you and good morning to you too.”
Daman placed your plate next to you as he sat down. "I was wondering if we could talk later?"
You give a nod as you begin cutting your pancakes and eating it “it’s so delicious thank you.”
Damon returns to his seat after taking the plates to the dishwasher. “I'm hoping that what I'm about to ask you won't make you too uncomfortable because you might think it's too soon or that you don't want to do it.”
You smiled “Whatever it is, just tell me.”
Hope is in his eyes as he grabs your hands and he looks at you. “Leave everything behind and join me in my world.”
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Well hello, Damon
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader
Author's Note: It is DAMON SALVATORE DAY! Damon became one of my favorite character on TVD very quickly, his handsome looks and his overall personality makes my heart swoon. Don't forget to join my taglist!
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In the bustling town of Mystic Falls, where secrets whispered through the ancient trees and the air buzzed with the promise of forbidden desires, you found yourself drawn into the orbit of one Damon Salvatore. As Elena Gilbert's best friend, you never expected to become entangled with the enigmatic Salvatore brother, but fate had other plans in store.
It all began innocently enough, with a chance encounter at a crowded frat party. Damon's piercing blue eyes met yours across the room, sending a shiver down your spine as a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Ah, the lovely Y/N," he purred, his voice smooth as silk as he sauntered over to you. "I've heard so much about you from Elena. But I must say, you're even more stunning in person."
You couldn't help but smile at his bold compliment, the warmth spreading throughout your body as you met his gaze with a playful smirk. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Damon," you teased, though the flutter in your chest betrayed your true feelings.
"Oh but Y/N, it's gotten me everywhere," he said, with that typical smirk of his. That handsome smirk that makes you weak at your knees.
From that moment on, Damon seemed to be everywhere you turned, his presence a constant presence in your life. He would send you teasing texts in the dead of night, filled with innuendo and playful banter that never failed to make you laugh.
As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the flirtation between you and Damon only intensified, until it seemed as though there was an unspoken connection between you that transcended mere friendship. And then, one fateful day, Damon finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date.
"Hey, Y/N," he began, his voice laced with nervous excitement as he fidgeted with his phone. "I was thinking... would you maybe want to grab dinner with me tonight? Just the two of us?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the realization sinking in that Damon Salvatore was asking you out on a date. "I would love to, Damon," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "Pick me up at seven?"
Damon's grin was positively infectious as he nodded eagerly. "You got it," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "I can't wait to see you, beautiful. This is going to be the best night ever." And as you hung up the phone, a thrill of anticipation coursed through your veins.
The evening of your date with Damon arrived, and as you stood in front of the mirror, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach. You smoothed down your outfit, double-checked your makeup, and took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart.
When the doorbell rang, you practically skipped to answer it, a rush of excitement coursing through your veins. And there stood Damon, looking impossibly handsome in a sleek black jacket and a devilish grin that sent your pulse into overdrive.
"Hey there, beautiful," he greeted you, his eyes alight with genuine affection as he took in your appearance. "You look absolutely stunning."
You felt so special by his compliment, but you smiled back at him, unable to hide your own excitement. "Thanks, Damon. You clean up pretty well yourself."
With a chuckle, Damon offered you his arm, and together, you made your way to his sleek blue car. As he opened the door for you, you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the chivalry he displayed, a stark contrast to his usual devil-may-care attitude.
The drive to the restaurant was filled with easy conversation and laughter, the tension between you slowly melting away as you shared stories and traded jokes. By the time you arrived, you felt as though you had known Damon for a lifetime, rather than just a few short months.
Over dinner, the chemistry between you and Damon was palpable, each moment filled with electricity as you shared dreams, fears, and aspirations. And as the night wore on, it became increasingly clear that this was more than just a simple date—it was the beginning of something special.
As dessert arrived, Damon reached across the table to take your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. "You know, Y/N," he began, his voice soft but sincere. "I've never felt a connection like this with anyone before. You... you make me want to be a better man."
Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity shining in his eyes as he gazed at you with a vulnerability that took your breath away. "Damon," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel the same way. You've changed my life in ways I never thought possible."
And with that, Damon leaned in closer, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. In that moment, as the world fell away around you, you knew that your connection with Damon Salvatore was more than just a passing fancy—it was the beginning of a love story that would stand the test of time.
As the night came to a close and Damon drove you home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Little did you know that this date was just the first chapter in an epic romance that would forever alter the course of your life, binding you to Damon Salvatore in a love that would defy all odds.
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Damon x reader - know you
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I just got cheated on so could you possibly write a cute fluffy Damon story where the reader has anxiety or something :) - Anon💜
Damon knew your tells and signs for when your anxiety was getting bad.
He picked up on them when he first met you, while his brother was obsessed with your best friend you were different, quieter, you didn’t talk much unless you were spoken to.
One evening he noticed one even while everyone was at the his talking and enjoying a relaxing night that you started to slowly tap you leg.
“Hey, can I talk to you?” Damon asked you.
He placed his hand on your shoulder and you nodded, getting up to follow him.
The others didn’t seem to notice the pair of you slipped out of the room and Damon waited for you in the hallway with his arms crossed.
“What’s Uhm.. what’s up..?” You asked softly.
“That’s what I wanted to ask you.” He said.
Standing this close to you, he could clearly hear the rapid thumping of your heart, the way you were breathing a little quicker than normal.
“Huh? Oh nothing.”
Damon sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked around before taking your hand in his and leading you alway.
Damon took you up to his room and closed the door, letting you sit on the bed and he rummaged through his clothes and pulled out a sweater, handing it over to you.
You pulled it on and he crouched on front of you, resting his arms on your legs.
“Come on, talk to me? Is it your anxiety?”
You sighed and nodded your head.
“It.. it’s stupid.. I’ve been taking my meds.. I’ve been fine for weeks…” you mumbled.
Damon got up, sitting behind you he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you in against his chest.
He took a deep breath, and you did the same.
“It’s okay to have hard days, we can’t be fine forever darling, you know that.”
You sighed and shrugged.
“I just… I hate it so much Damon…”
Damon rested his chin on your shoulder and you titled your head to rest it on his.
“We’ll get you through this don’t you worry.”
Damon laid down and pulled you down with him, holding you tightly against him.
“Can we just stay here..?” You asked softly.
“Whatever you want.” He said.
You flipped yourself over, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt while you lightly bounced your leg up and down.
Damon debating stopping but, but decided not to, knowing it was something that helped you.
Instead he pressed a kiss to your forehead and tucked your head under his chin as he held you.
He knew your preferred silence when you were trying to calm yourself down, you didn’t want to think about anything.
He just happily laid there with you in his arms, eyes closed as he listened to the sound of your heartbeat and how calm it sounded.
Eventually with the silence and the exhaustion from pretending to be okay around the others and the meds that were supposed to help and from being an the verge of a panic attack.
He just carried on holding you, face buried into the crook of your neck falling asleep with you in his arms.
You woke up before Damon it was still night, and the room was dark but you could still feel Damon’s arms wrapped tightly around you and you smiled.
Nuzzling into him a little more, you leg out a soft sigh and yawned a little stretching out before getting comfortable again and drifting back to sleep.
Damon was like a calm space for you, he was the person who you felt calm around.
For a vampire who was always so energetic or angry, when he was around you all of that went away, he stayed calm to keep you calm and you knew it was hard for him something.
You couldn’t be more thankful for him
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