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especially-obsessed · 3 years

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Daisies (pt. 2)

Summary: having the day away from your abusive relationship, you spend it at the Salvatores. Damon joins you and makes a startling discovery on how truly terrifying your life has been lately.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, wounds/bruises, self-harm, mentions of depression/anxiety, fluff!!

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You woke up with a start, shooting upright and taking a deep breath. The room was unfamiliar. It was darker than your room was, and it wasn’t the smell of your bedroom or your bedsheets. The room smelled like mahogany and teakwood. You took a deep breath and curled your hands in the soft blanket around your legs. This helped you slowly slip out of your groggy and panicked state, and . . . Oh. You were in Damon’s bed. Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought.

The room was darker than you remember it being when you came upstairs, and when you looked out the window, the sun was way lower in the sky than it was before. The curtains in the window moved to and fro, aimlessly pushed around by the wind. You looked around the room for a wall clock or an alarm, which of course, Damon didn’t have.

“What the hell, Damon. Vampires don’t just know what time it is constantly!” you grumbled to yourself and slipped out of the bed as quietly as you could.

For whatever reason, you felt completely safe in the Salvatore house but still felt it necessary to keep quiet. It was probably because of your life at home with your boyfriend, but shouldn’t you feel more unsettled with two vampires? And normally, you would be creeping around the house, trying not to make a sound so that you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. So he wouldn’t notice you. But here? Here, you felt as though you wanted Damon to notice you. He didn’t seem to be bothered by your presence at all, and you genuinely believed him.

You quickly glided down the stairs to the main hallway and were instantly hit with a wave of different smells. And as if on cue, your stomach grumbled and echoed against its empty walls. You knew one thing for sure, you were excited for whatever Damon had made for you.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you walked into. Damon was in the kitchen with a towel slung over his shoulder, dancing. He was standing over the stove flipping pancakes. Next to that, you could tell there was bacon sizzling. Damon danced back and forth, moving his hips side to side and his arms back and forth. In one hand he held a spatula, and in the other, of course, a bottle of bourbon. He raised the bottle of bourbon to his lips and took a long swig. Watching him made you smile. He seemed carefree, like his every changing and drama-filled life was lifted from his shoulders.

Your stomach growled again, and Damon looked up. You noticed his upper body stopped dancing, but his hips were still swaying slightly.

“Dinner’s almost ready, or should I say breakfast?” he smirked, flipping another pancake. He moved over and stirred the bacon. “Table is all set. I’ll bring the food over.” He motioned with the spatula towards the table.

The floorboards creaked as you made your way to the table. There were two plates placed on the table, along with a pitcher of orange juice, a bottle of maple syrup, and a small bowl of fruit. You pulled a chair out and sat down, facing Damon. You watched as he placed a pancake on a plate and placed a couple of blueberries on it. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and smirked as he added it to the pancake. He did the same to another plate then added bacon and eggs to both. He walked over with the plates in his hand and placed it in front of you.

You laughed out loud. He made a vampire face out of blueberries and whipped cream. He pulled out the chair next to you and sat down. He wouldn’t say it, but the pancake designs made him happy too. You could see it on his face. He grabbed the pitcher of orange juice and poured some in a cup for you, then himself. While he did that, you picked off a couple of blueberries from the pancake and popped them into your mouth. You grabbed your fork and picked up a piece of bacon. The flavor was a perfect combination between sweet caramelly and salty.

You looked up at Damon, your eyes connecting. Your plate was already half-eaten, and he had barely touched his. He was watching you, and now it was awkward. You set down your fork and folded your hands in your lap.

“Sorry, I know you can eat,” he said, realizing he was staring. He started to pick at the food on his plate with his fork.

“It’s okay. I get it,” you replied. An awkward silence grew between the two of you. He sighed, and ate a piece of pancake, looking anywhere but at you. You reached over and placed your hand on top of his. “Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.”

Damon looked at you and gave you a soft smile. He nodded and continued to eat his food. You noticed that he didn’t move your hand from his. You gave his hand a squeeze before placing it back in your lap. You ate the rest of the meal in comfortable silence.

After dinner, you helped Damon clean up. In what seemed like a cliché right out of a Hallmark movie, you dried the dishes as Damon washed them. The two of you talked about different things happening in each other's lives, except for, of course, your big issue. Damon talked about the drama between him, Stefan, and Elena. You talked about your upcoming trip with Caroline.

“Where are you guys going?” he asked, rinsing out the pitcher. He handed it to you and picked up a plate.

“I’m not really sure. She said she wanted to go on a road trip to see a bunch of different places. I’m really excited about it. I’ve never really been anywhere other than a couple of national parks in West Virginia,” you replied. Damon handed you the plate he cleaned.

He cleared his throat before asking, “Does Caroline know about-”

“No,” you snapped before he could even finish the sentence. He was looking at you but you couldn’t meet his gaze. “Don’t you think if she knew that everyone would already know about it and would be trying to ‘get me out of the bad situation’?” You focused on wiping down the plate, even though you had already completely dried it off. Damon was still staring at you not saying anything.

Suddenly, his hand was under your chin, gently moving your head and forcing you to look at him. You met his opalescent eyes and could feel your chest tighten up. Your stomach filled with butterflies. He kept his hand where it was and ran his thumb over your lip. You flinched and pulled your head away from his hand.

“Damon . . .” you started, not knowing what to say. You wrapped your arms around your body.

“I know sweetheart, it’s okay,” he said quietly. You concentrated on your breathing, not sure why you were acting up all of a sudden. “Hey, why don’t we go sit down?” he asked, interrupting your train of thought. You nodded your head and followed him as he walked towards the parlor. You kept your head down and watched the pattern of the wood change on the floor.

You chose the couch and sat down. Damon grabbed a blanket that was thrown across the chair and draped it around your shoulders. He sat next to you and let out a deep breath.

“Y/n, look at me,” he said. You looked up at him, unsure of what he was going to do or say. Talking with Damon never made you nervous, but that was before he knew about the hell you’ve been living. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” he asked.

You stared at him blankly. Of course, he would never hurt you. He would never put you in harm's way or let anything within his power hurt you. His question baffled you.

“Of course, Damon. But-”

“We need to talk about this and what I can do to help,” he cut you off. “And under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t do this to you, but I need you to be honest with me.”

Damon reached for your neck where you wore a necklace. A necklace that Matt had given you that contained vervain in it. You pulled away from him but your necklace was off before you could even blink an eye. You looked up at him and he looked into your eyes.

“We’re going to talk and you are going to answer everything honestly. You won’t feel uncomfortable or anxious around me while we talk about this,” he said with no emotion in his voice. He blinked a couple of times and waited for a moment. You knew he compelled you, but you didn’t feel any different. Damon can help, you told yourself.

“What do you want to know?” you asked, turning your body towards him, crossing your legs. You pulled the blanket from your shoulders and draped it around yours and Damon’s laps. He remained quiet for a moment. You imagined he was racking his brain for what questions he wanted to ask you.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m okay right now. I actually feel really good when I’m here,” you replied, the words pouring from your mouth without your control.

“And how were you before you came over?”

“I was really sad and lonely. I’d even go as far as saying I’m depressed. Hiding your problems from everyone to always be there for them takes out a big toll on a person.”

Damon’s face grew dark, sadness taking over his features. You felt like you were unloading your issues onto him and you didn’t like it.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he said, pulling you out of your own head. He took a deep breath and his face softened. “Y/n, earlier you said that it got bad. How bad did it get?” he asked. Yo noticed the suppressed wince on his face. You wanted to filter your words. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t that bad. That everything was under control and that Brian only lost his temper once or twice. But before you could stop yourself, words were tumbling out of your mouth.

“Yeah, it got bad. For a while, it didn’t matter what I did, Brain was always just so . . . angry. That’s when I hit my lowest point. I had no control over my life. Everyone else was dealing with some sort of doppelganger drama and dealing with the Mikaelsons. I had no control over my life. That’s when things got bad and I found a way to get a grip on something,” you said, rubbing your hands on your thighs through the blanket. Damon looked down and watched your hands.

“How did you find your control?” he asked, dreading what he thought your answer might be. He watched as you moved the blanket and lifted your shorts up your thigh to reveal red and pink lines cut into your thighs. You never thought you would show anyone what you did to yourself, let alone Damon Salvatore. You trusted him more than anyone but not with something like this. You watched his face, void of emotion as he stared at your thigh. Normally you would be freaking out, waiting for his reaction. Overthinking his reaction until you thought your heart would burst out of your chest.

But you were oddly calm. You were by no means comfortable showing him, but you weren’t anxious about it either. You enjoyed this feeling. It was nice to let your brain settle for a moment. Damon gave you a soft smile and grabbed your hand. He used his other hand to pull the material back down your leg to cover up the marks. He grabbed your other hand in his and squeezed, rubbing his thumbs over the tops of your hands.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, it’s alright. I’m going to help you,” he said softly. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You smiled at his kindness.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He let go of your hands and grabbed your necklace. He put it back around your neck and was careful not to touch the gem that rested in the middle. He then stood up, and held his hand out to you, which you gladly took. He led you towards the front door and outside.

“First things first, you are never going to see him ever again,” Damon said, the usual tone in his voice returning. “Second, we’re going to work on your control issue. And I will be holding you accountable and making sure that you are safe.” His hand was still holding yours as he led you back around the house. He turned and faced you, walking backward and grabbing your other hand. “And third,” he started, giving you a grin. “I will be showing you just how much you are loved, and making sure that everyone and I mean everyone, appreciates you.” He turned back around and led you further into the backyard.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face or the wave of emotions that flooded over you. You knew that Damon really cared and that meant the world to you. You tugged on his hand and stopped walking. Without even thinking, you hugged him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you as you rested your head on his chest. Damon pulled away suddenly, and for a moment you were worried that it was the wrong moment to do that, and it was too much.

Before you realized what was happening, Damon leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle and passionate. He slowly slid and hands across your body, finding his way up until they were both resting on your cheeks. He sucked in your lower lip and bit it softly, making you hum in content. The kiss ignited a fire that spread throughout your body, all the way into your bones. You pulled away, taking a deep breath and staring into his unyielding eyes. His blue eyes were like the sea, mild, but unpredictable. His eyes were flawless just like the sky.

You kept your eyes on him, not sure if you needed to say anything. You felt extremely self-conscious in this moment. Compared to Damon, you were so . . .

“I feel loved right now, but I don’t feel that I deserve it,” you said truthfully. The damn compulsion. Damon looked at you as if you spoke to him in a different language. You sighed and looked away from him. He squeezed your hand and started walking, leading you with him.

“There are things that you will never understand about me, and the same goes for me when it comes to you. If there were words to describe what goes on in your head when you feel like this, I’m sure I still wouldn’t understand,” he said. “But I would kiss every inch of your body if I could kiss the pain away.” Damon leaned down and kissed your cheek, causing you to blush.

You noticed right away that the back patio was set up with an old metal table and chairs. The garden surrounding the patio was filled with beautiful flowers, having a delicate and warm color that complemented each other perfectly. There was an archway leading to the patio, covered in a flourishing moonflower vine. A certain flower caught your eye right away, and you let go of Damon’s hand as you rushed towards the edge of the garden. They were Daisies. You knelt down and looked at them closer, admiring the perfect shape and absolute beauty of the flower. You looked up to see Damon smiling at you. He was standing under the arch, the setting sun shining through the vines behind him almost making him glow.

He took a few steps forward and knelt down to pick a daisy. He held out his hand to you again and helped you up. He tucked the daisy behind your ear and rested his hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “C’mon, let's go find some more Daisies.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This took much longer than I would have liked it to but thank you to everyone that asked for part two and asked to be tagged in it! If you would like to be part of the Damon tag list please send a message to my inbox!

Likes, reblogs, and follows are greatly appreciated! Reblogs and comments let me know I should keep on doing what I’m doing! (:

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samdeancass · 3 years

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Jealousy

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Enzo x female!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Enzo, Y/N

Description: Enzo gets jealous of a guy in a bar and decides to make Y/N pay for it.

Enzo had been ignoring you all week which you didn’t appreciate. Each time you tried to talk to him he’d either walk away from you or completely change the subject and you had had enough. You had decided to make him pay for the way he was acting towards you by taking him out to a bar and flirt with as many people as possible.

A mischeavious smirk crossed your lips as you both walked towards the entrance of the bar. Enzo held the door open for you and you gladly walked inside, offering to get the drinks. Enzo was a little hesitant at the idea at first as there were so many men around but he agreed keeping his eyes on you at all times, which is what you were hoping for.

You walked up to the bar, swinging your hips, and ordered a whiskey and a cocktail. You could sense a pair of eyes on you and smiled, knowing that it was Enzo. There was a guy sitting beside you at the bar, sipping his drink. Making your way towards him, you could feel Enzo following you with his eyes. You placed a hand on the man’s knee and ran it up his leg. “What’s a guy like you doing in a bar all alone?”

You sat on the seat beside him and flashed him a sexy smile. “Apparently, looking for you.” The man leaned closer and ran his fingers through your hair. You leaned in further and began to press your lips to his, but you were cut short by somebody pulling you away.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing?” Enzo glared at the man, his eyes narrowing into slits. “I’m taking my girlfriend home.” The man held up his hands in surrender and Enzo walked outside, dragging you with him.

The drive home was quiet. You knew you had royally pissed him off but you didn’t care. If that was the only way you could get his attention, then you weren’t sorry. You both got out of the car and headed up the path towards your house in complete silence.

To your surprise though, Enzo slammed the front door shut and backed you up towards the wall with a lustful look in his eyes. “Do you really think that that sleeze from the bar could make you feel as good as I do?” An evil smirk crossed your face. “I don’t know, you didn’t let me stick around long enough to find out.”

He pressed you up harder against the wall, his knee parting your legs. “Keep going like that, sweetheart. You’re not going to know what hit you.” His hand came up to your throat and squeezed lightly, a low moan erupting from your chest. Enzo noticed this and leant down to whisper in your ear. “Oh sweetheart, I’m going to go so rough on you, you're not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

He nibbled at the skin below your ear before kissing around your cheekbone and stopping just before he reached your lips. A loud whimper came from your lips and Enzo gave a wicked smile. “This is what happens when you get me jealous, sweetheart. You get punished.”

Enzo picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making his way upstairs. A fire erupted in your stomach as your mind began racing with lots of different things Enzo could do to you. He threw you down on the bed and grabbed some scarves from the closet, tying your hands to the headboard.

He tore open your shirt and immediately attached himself to your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses down your body and stopping at the waistband of your jeans. He tore those open too, leaving you in your bra and panties. At this point, your body was heaving with anticipation and you were getting incredibly horny at how rough Enzo was being. He was usually sweet and slow, which you liked, but this side of Enzo got you going in ways you didn’t know was possible.

You were desperate to touch yourself, touch him, and began to pull on your restraints in hopes that they would give way. “Please, Enzo. I want to touch you. I’m sorry I flirted with that guy. The only person I’ll ever want is you.” He looked up at you and smiled. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet, princess.” He moved your panties to the side and slid a finger up your folds, earning a moan from you.

“So wet for me. You’re such a slut!” Enzo slapped your pussy and slipped a finger inside you, using your juices to help. At first he went agonisingly slow, teasing and punishing you, but out of nowhere two fingers were inserted and he began to go faster, using his vampiric speed to bring you to your edge.

Just as you were about to orgasm he stopped and pulled out his fingers, giving you a wicked smile. “If you want to act like a slut, then I’m going to treat you like one.”

That’s how the night carried out. Enzo would bring you to the edge of an orgasm and then denied you, leaving you hot and bothered every time. He wanted to give you a punishment for being a bad girl, and that’s exactly what you got.

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