#damon is a jerk

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I must say, it's pretty poetic that I've gotten to season 6 of Vampire Diaries right before another solar eclipse happens in America. I certainly didn't plan it, but it does feel like my timing is very appropriate with this one. I do have questions about the accuracy of the eclipse portrayal in the show, though. I mean, a solar eclipse did in fact happen on May 10, 1994, and it was visible across much of the country, so that much is accurate. But I don't think Mystic Falls would've had quite as good of a view as they show it having. For reference, here's a map of the May 1994 eclipse path (credit: timeanddate.com):

And, if you'll remember, Mystic Falls is like two hours from my old hometown just a stone's throw north of Lynchburg, Virginia, as seen on the locator spell map (this one's all over tumblr, forgive me for not remembering what blog I grabbed it from):

So if you zoom in on the timeanddate map and pick somewhere closeish to there:

It looks like Mystic Falls would be getting a little over 77% coverage or so. It's also worth noting that the '94 eclipse was an annular eclipse, not a total eclipse like tomorrow's eclipse. That still means that the moon went directly in front of the sun, but it does mean that it was small enough/far enough from earth that you didn't quite get full coverage of the sun (thanks to weather.gov for the nifty graphic):

So, I'm not positive whether it would've looked quite as dark as was shown in the show:

Although, I must admit, in this video I found on youtube of the '94 eclipse, (part of me is shocked to find footage from then but I know I shouldn't be like yes they had cameras in the 90s) it actually looks more similar than I expected it to look, but I imagine it was most likely filmed within the path of totality:

But also, when Kai takes Bonnie to Portland, don't they see the eclipse again there? I couldn't find that clip on youtube just now, but Portland barely had any eclipse--only 42-43% coverage, so it would've been way milder of a visual effect, barely any dimming in the sky noticeable without eclipse glasses.

The funny thing is, the area where I live is going to be sitting right around 80% coverage tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get to travel to Missouri for the 2017 eclipse to get into the path of totality, but I'm afraid that it hasn't worked out for me to do so this year, which is immensely disappointing to me as an astronomy enjoyer, but I do still plan to go to an eclipse party and I'm going to start saving to try and get to Spain for the next total eclipse in 2026, which is going to be right around my 30th birthday (screaming). Anyways, it isn't great, but here's my best picture from the '17 eclipse:

I didn't even have a smartphone yet then, because despite it being 2017, I was somewhat of a luddite, so I had the purple flip phone I so stubbornly clung to and a point-and-click Nikon, but I still think this picture is pretty cool for what it is. Here's the zoom in so you can really see that ring of fire (and my shaking hands doubling the image):

Obviously you can find thousands of better eclipse pictures online, but that one's still special to me because it's mine. Anyways, I'll report back with smart phone pictures from whatever I see of the 80% total eclipse tomorrow to compare and contrast with Mystic Falls's 70% annular eclipse of the 90s, because from what I've heard it's going to be much less impressive than full totality was, but I've yet to watch a partial solar eclipse, so I'll just have to find out. Also, if you happen to have any vampiric loved ones trapped in a magical prison dimension who you need help freeing during the eclipse tomorrow, let me know and I'll see what I can do! ;) Hahaha. Anyways, happy eclipse everyone, and may we all possess sufficient self restraint to avoid eye damage (says the woman who has looked at the sun unprotected so many times and is probably going to go blind because of it some day. I know what I've done lol. Don't be me.)

#posts where I actually feel like I'm using my blog as a blog #Solar Eclipse #Solar Eclipse 2024 #Solar Eclipse 1994 #The Vampire Diaries #TVD 6x02 #is where the screenshot's from specifically #Damon Salvatore #Bonnie Bennett #Eclipse History #nerding out over the eclipse in the vampire show #it's also funny to me how two eclipses in my lifetime are so close to my birthday. I think it probably means I have magical powers ;) #May 10 1994 #that's two years and change before I was born #April 8 2024 #I'm so tempted to ditch all my responsibilities and drive south to totality but it's an 8 hour drive and I'd have to leave at like 4am #if it was a 4-5 hour drive to totality I'd do it. but I think a 16 hour round trip would kill me and I didn't have the good sense to plan #or book a hotel in advance or anything and everything in totality will be booked up for sure. and tonight is the night I would need to be #in a hotel anyways so. missed that boat. I mean I could go now and just drive through the night. but ugh. I just. ugh. I can but I can't yk #anyways everybody says that the Vampire Diaries writing quality drops off around here but I'm still loving it so far #it's incredibly frustrating sometimes but like. it knows how to give me The Feels(tm) and so I'll let it jerk me around all it wants #I would personally prolly want to stay in the prison world for at least a little bit to get to enjoy that eclipse from a bunch of angles th #like that's a rad as heck day to get trapped on imho. Love me a good eclipse #i ramble #even in the tags I ramble #Youtube

[bilobatum]

they might be embarrassing themselves nowadays but gorill*z old man yaoi used to be so insane and fun to be insane about. those queers were literally criminal levels of TOXIC and completely obsessed w each other to crippling pathological degrees. it made me chew on bones like a dog for like 5 entire years

#its a shame damon albrn and jamie hewltt both died in a tragic jerk off accident in 2019

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Damon is a prick and is now my favorite character can't wait for the trauma and character development to hit him and I will be sad if wolfgang dies next I want him to make to the end or at least close to it

#damon is a jerk god it was like he was made for me to love

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Can I please ask for a smut Damon request using this picture. Imagine distracting Damon whilst he’s concentrating on a phone call to ric and he punishes you for being a naughty girl for interrupting his call and pins you to the bed . Sorry I’m just a very naughty minded girl when it comes to Damon 😜

Apologise

a/n: thank you so much for the request i loved writing this!! hope you enjoy! <3 (also, i'm so sorry it took so long)

pairing: damon x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex

word count: 644

You chuckle against Damon's skin, your lips dragging along his stomach as he squirms beneath you, his phone pressed to his ear.

You can hear Alaric's muffled voice coming through the speaker as you hook your fingers under the waistband of Damon's jeans, prompting him to curse at you under his breath.

But he doesn't make a move to stop you, only attempting to stifle a groan as he keeps his phone to his ear.

And you find yourself stifling a laugh when you hear Alaric ask if everything's okay.

"Yeah, Ric," Damon says, his voice strained as he squirms beneath you. "Everything's great. Nothing wrong here."

You find it all the more amusing by how hard he's trying to cover, despite the fact that he's practically groaning into the phone, one of his hands absentmindedly playing with your hair.

Once you manage to pull his pants off along with his boxers, you waste no time in wrapping your hand around his length, eliciting a startled sigh from him, his hips jerking into you from the contact.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You hear Ric ask him, and it makes you chuckle.

Damon glares at you as he speaks.

"Yeah, Ric, everything's fine." He assures him again, readjusting himself slightly beneath you. "But you know what, I uh─I might have to call you back."

Before you're even able to wrap your lips around him, he's threading a hand into your hair, pulling you up so that you're face to face with him now.

"Were you not aware that I was on a call?" He asks, pressing his mouth into a line as he looks at you.

"I was aware."

"Hm." He hums, twirling a finger through your hair. "What am I gonna do with you?"

Before you have a chance to offer him any suggestions, he's flipping you onto your back, his fingers snaking around your throat as he hovers over you.

"As much as I loved your hand around my dick." He smirks, his free hand trailing down your body. "You really shouldn't interrupt my calls like that."

"What're you gonna do about it?"

He doesn't offer you an answer, and instead you feel his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your jeans.

"Now, you've been a bad bad girl," he tuts, pressing a finger against you through the fabric of your panties. "And bad girls get punished."

You laugh. "And how is this a punishment?"

"Oh, you'll see." He smirks, sliding his hand inside your panties, his fingers swirling around your clit.

You sigh, throwing your head back into the pillows when he pushes a finger inside of you.

Except, he doesn't move, instead choosing to remain painfully still, a wicked smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

"Damon," you whine, looking down to where his hand had disappeared in your jeans. "Come on."

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"Exactly, you're not doing anything."

"What would you like me to do?" He asks, a knowing grin on his face as he moves his hand ever so slightly against you. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you sigh, nodding your head at him.

"Apologise."

"What?"

He smirks. "You interrupted my call. Apologise."

You continue to resist, shifting uncomfortably beneath him, but he won't let up.

"If you apologise," he says, slipping his hand out of your jeans now. "Then I'll give you what you want."

"Okay, I'm sorry," you finally say, giving in.

"That's right."

And with that, he's flipping you over onto your front, his hands already tugging your jeans off. And within seconds, he's inside you, already moving at a brutal pace as he holds you up, rough fingers digging into your ass.

"God," you moan, your mouth twisting into a smile as he fucks you. "I'm so so sorry. So sorry."

"And I forgive you."

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#damon salvatore #damon salvatore smut #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore oneshot #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore fanfic #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries smut #the vampire diaries oneshot #the vampire diaries fanfiction #tvd #tvd smut #tvd fanfic #tvd fanfiction

[per-se-phone-e]

Hound in an alleyway | Damon Salvatore x reader

Warnings: non-con, Damon can't take rejection, p in v sex, oral (male recieving), anal sex, degradation, minors dni!!!

Summary: If you won't give your affections willingly, Damon decided he will have to take it by force.

THIS IS AN EXTREMELY DARK PIECE, PLEASE INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Damon Salvatore was a sex god.

He could crack the whip and every girl would chorus, how high? He knew that. You knew that. Everyone did. Never in his one hundred and seventy something years of life had he needed to make an effort to pursue someone as he had done with you.

Most would just come running.

The first time you met him was in a cafeteria with Bonnie and Caroline. You were trying to console the sad blonde. He was the mysterious stranger sitting opposite you. Your eyes had met, only for a moment, before you pulled away.

The second time was in your school ground. You were practicing for the cheer team with your friends when a chevy pulled up into the school's driveway. You remember your eyes nearly falling out of your socket as Caroline got out of the car, placing a kiss on the older man's lips. He sent a wink your way, which you ignored. 

His hand on Caroline's leg in the Gilbert living room had bile rise up in your throat. That was when you found out from Bonnie that he didn't have a good relationship with his brother. And by the fourth time you met, Damon Salvatore had turned from a creep to a pyschopath. 

He had hurt Caroline. Your childhood best friend. Elena's memory might not work as well, but how could you forget? How could you accept any interest he threw your way?

You didn't want him, and it hurt. It hurt him. It made his blood boil. It clouded his senses. What had he done to get your rejection? Damon wanted you, so why couldn't he have you? 

And if you wouldn't willingly accept his affections, then Damon Salvatore would take it by force. 

It felt nothing more than a child's play to lure you into his trap. To follow you into the dark alleyway. You should've know better than to roam around by yourself past midnight. What if some man took advantage of you? Guess you weren't as smart as he thought you were.

He adored the way your eyes welled up when he backed you into a corner. Your lips pouting, spilling out pleas fruitlessly as he tore the clothes from your body. You trembled as he cupped your pussy, plunging a finger into your wet heat — then two, stretching you out.

It belonged to him. You belonged to him.

Your knees dug into the cold concrete as he forced you onto the ground. One hand working his belt open, the other had you by your hair. His thick cock jumped out as his jeans hit the ground, angry red tip dripping precum.

Damon pushed your head down on his cock until your nose was resting snug against the curly hairs at the bottom. He gave a deep groan, feeling the warm embrace of your mouth around his cold cock. You kept your mouth open for him like an obedient whore, letting him fuck your mouth like his personal pocket pussy.

He ignored the way you gaged and choked, bruising a spot at the back of your throat. Spit pooled from the corner of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. "Now be a good girl and suck daddy's balls," he directed you towards the base of his member.

You shook your head no, refusing to meet his eyes. You had never felt so humiliated in your life. Why weren't you trying to get away? Why couldn't you run?

Damon rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to go and drag your pretty little blonde bestfriend here? Or Maybe Elena? I'd love to kill two birds with one stone."

You obeyed at the threat, sucking on his balls, one by one. You teased the little slit between the two, desperate to get it over with. They were heavy against your chin, so full of cum and throbbing. You thrashed against him when you feel him jerk his cock hard and fast above your face. Slapping at his thighs, trying to push him off you. But all your efforts are futile; Thick ropes of cum land on your face, mixing with the tears.

"Good girl. Now turn around," he demanded and you did, pushing down the bile rising in your throat.

In no time, he had you onto your fours. A foot pressed to the back your head, keeping you down on the dirty ground as he entered you. "Shit sweetheart, look at that cunt sqeezing my cock so well," he hummed in approval, pushing out, then pushing in with force.

You could only manage to gasp with each thrust, your knees scraping against the concrete. He started to fuck you relentlessly, pounding your pussy red.

"This is what you wanted, didn't you? To be fucked like a dirty slut? You wanted my cock didn't you?" His hand lands on your ass hard, making you whimper.

"Yes," You yell, feeling his cock deep inside you. You were leaking down your quivering thighs, letting him split you in half like a rag doll. His balls pressed against your clit with each thrust, the sound of slick skin slapping echoing through the silent alleyway.

"Fucking slut," he gritted his teeth, hips pounding into yours at a supernatural speed. Your legs were numb from his assualt, spreading out until you're laying completely against the ground. You felt him soread your cheeks apart, watching his cock disappear and reappear from your abused hole. With a shudder, he spilled his cum inside you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to contain himself.

When you felt him pull out, you thought it was over. But he wasn't done with you yet. He kept fucking you on the cold concrete — thanks to his vampiric stamina — shooting load after load of his seed into your womb. And when he was bored with your pussy, he'd play with your puckered hole. He would grab your face backwards by your hair and pound you like a bitch while you scream.

Now that he got you, it wouldn't be fair to let you leave so soon, wouldn't it?

#damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #vampire #smut #dark fantasy #x reader #tvd #sexy content

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“This is honestly pathetic.” Stefan's voice rang through the room. He followed the smell of blood all the way up to his room, only to find Y/N guzzling on blood bags for the hospital.

Y/N had blood bags scattered all over the floor and Y/N was currently sucking on another one as his face was morphed into one of pure bliss. The taste of stored blood was heavy on his tongue. When he heard Stefan's voice, he turned and snarled.

“Get out of here, Stefan.”

“Or what? You'll hurt me?” Stefan asked with a smirk. “You're still a baby vampire compared to me. You can drink the hospital dry of blood bags, but at the end of the day, I'll still kick your ass.”

“What do you want, Stefan? Leave me alone.” Y/N said. Stefan could detect a broken plea in Y/N's voice. He wasn't handling this well. His hands were shaky, pupils were dilated and his clothes were covered in blood. He was like a junkie who couldn't keep it together. It was honestly a sight to behold. Usually it was Stefan with the control issues, but after Elena broke his heart and hooked up with his brother; Stefan's never felt better after turning off his humanity.

“I wanna help you. Teach you to control your hunger.” Stefan said, walking towards Y/N, kneeling down and stroking his cheeks softly. “Had me two tonight. Guy and a girl. It was so easy. Gave them flirty glances and they were like worms on a hook.” Stefan's voice was lower and huskier with each word that came out of his mouth. “Back of my car. Slipped my fingers inside her wet folds and she was moaning, grabbing my hair and shit.”

Y/N remained quiet, but Stefan wasn't finished just yet. He would break Y/N, and it wouldn't be hard to do. He was already gone.

“Took the guy into my mouth, and sucked him down all the way to the root. Bobbed my head up and down until he filled my mouth with his creamy load.” Stefan whispered in Y/N's ear, watching the younger vampire shiver with excitement. The older vampire could smell Y/N's arousal. He was liking this story.

Stefan smiled cruelly. “Then I took them. Right then and there in the backseat. Sucked them dry of their blood, and it tasted so primal, that I can still feel it on my fucking tongue. Wanna taste?”

It was evident that Y/N was aroused, and Stefan knew that he was aroused because new vampires were always horny; Stefan certainly was when he became a vampire. He was being an asshole. A jerk. He was basically Damon, but with better hair. And yeah, this might have been a small revenge on Elena for what she did to Stefan, so in return; he turned her brother into his sex toy.

The older vampire held out his wrists invitingly. Y/N looked at him and snarled. “Fuck you!” Stefan smirks. “Oh, you want that too? Little bit fast for me on the first date, but I'm flexible.” He jokes.

“I'm warning you, Stefan. Go away and leave me alone, or you'll be sorry.” Y/N warned, but there was a slight whimper in his tone. He was losing control. Bit by bit, Stefan was making him come undone by his dirty words alone.

“Maybe I want you to make me very sorry. Maybe I want you to hold me down, and fuck me into the floor until it breaks.” Stefan said in a lustful voice. “Or maybe… you'll let me fuck you for hours on end. In every position and surface imaginable, while you moan like a cheap whore for me as I pound your tight ass and slutty mouth.”

Y/N pounced on Stefan. Pinned the older vampire to the ground, face twisted in fury and anger, but also lust and desire. His eyes were bloodshot and his fangs were out. They both knew Stefan was strong enough to push Y/N off him. Stefan was older and stronger than him and as the ripper… Y/N stood no chance of winning an actual fight, but this was something else entirely. 

Stefan smirks as he reaches out and grabs the back of Y/N's head and pulls him down for a kiss. Unlike the soft and sweet kisses Stefan used to give Elena when they were together; this kiss was different. It was rough and dirty and full of unbridled vampire lust.

Y/N moans in protest when Stefan pulls away from his lips and holds up his wrist. You want it? They're still warm in my blood. Take it.”

Y/N bit down immediately, no reservations, groaning deep and needy as teeth penetrated and blood began to flow. Stefan gasped,cock instantly getting hard as the younger vampire sucked him off. So to speak.

“That's it. Good boy.” Stefan praised, running his fingers through Y/N's hair as he greedily drank from Stefan. It was so hot watching Y/N so wrung out and desperate for it. Stefan might have to fuck him after he's had his fill of blood.

It was a flash of quick hands; Stefan had both their cocks out and was stroking them fast and hard. Y/N moans around Stefan's wrist as the older vampire was quickly bringing him to a quick orgasm. “Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Like me stroking your hard cock?” Stefan grunts out.

“Please?” Y/N begs, blood dripping down his mouth. Stefan smirks as he speeds up the process, using vampire speed to really get Y/N off. The younger vampire shivered and moaned for Stefan.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please make me cum.”

Stefan grins. He won. Y/N was now his to play with and torture. Fuck Elena. “Cum for me. You can be a good boy and cum for me can't you?”

Y/N groans and moans as he shot his load all over Stefan's pants and shirt, row and row of cum covering his clothes in their sticky fluid. Stefan came after, painting Y/N's jeans white as he leaned upward and kissed him feverishly, biting down hard on his lips even to draw blood as it was a bloody kiss. Literally.

Stefan looks up at the younger vampire and chuckles. “You're mine now.” He kissed him again.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #stefan salvatore #paul wesley #paul wesley x male reader #stefan salvatore x male reader #smut #stroking cock #rutting #blood play

[seriesxwriting]

Christmas setup

w Damon Salvatore

Warnings- kissing, alcohol.

Series- The vampire diaries

Summary- all your friends see that you and Damon have been flirting nonstop. If you two won’t make a move, it’s up to them to come up with a plan.

- sorry I know every year I’m late with my Christmas story! This years no different😭.

Every Christmas, me and my friends rent out a big house some place peaceful. So we can relax, drink until our hearts content and be away from all the drama of mystic falls. This had been a tradition for years now, this Christmas would be our sixth one. Me, Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, Enzo, Caroline and jeremy. Oh and Damon. They say you leave the best till last. Damon Salvatore. A man I’d been friends with for a long while, and a man I now felt myself falling for.

“Y/n stop day dreaming” Caroline snapped nudging me. “Are you playing the game?” Bonnie asked me tilting her head. Everyone was sat on the floor with whatever board game they chosen. Everyone apart from Damon who was off collecting wood or something. “Um- actually I’m okay, I still need to wrap a few things before tomorrow so I’m going to do that” I nodded jumping up with my hot chocolate and leaving the room.

We’d been here for three days and the games were starting to get a little tedious. “Perfect I’m glad she’s gone” Caroline whispered grabbing her bag. “What? That’s a little harsh did something happen?” Jeremy jerked his head back in confusion. “No- no nothing like that- it’s just me Bonnie and Elena have come up with a plan and we need everyone in on it” she smiled smashing a piece of paper onto the floor.

“Plan gyadt?” Enzo read out raising an eyebrow “yeah it stands for get y/n and Damon together” Elena read out looking around the room at the faces. “Oh so everyone’s caught onto the flirting that’s been going on for months?” Stefan giggled looking at the plan again. Everyone nodded around the game making people laugh. “Great, so this is the plan” Caroline clicked her knuckled. “We get them in the mood” Elena winked.

Step one:

Knock knock

“Who is it?” I called out, “stefan” he called in. I’d already wrapped his presents so I allowed him inside. “Hey how’s it going?” He smiled coming and sitting down with his coffee on the bed I was staying in. “Not bad, only got Enzos and Damon’s to wrap now” I smiled up at him. “Oh really? What did you get Damon” Stefan peered into the bag suspiciously. “Well he’s always going on about this bourbon called brothers bond but he couldn’t find it anywhere- I’ve found it” I smiled taking the old bottle out of the bag.

“Wow y/n- this is a gorgeous present- he’s going to love it” Stefan smiled looking at the bottle. “Then some new glasses to go with it” I shrugged getting up to fetch them and show Stefan. He nodded at them taking them in with detail. “He’s going to be ecstatic”. “Well I’m glad you approve” “of course I do!” Stefan frantically waved his arm out spilling all his drink over my jumper. My eyes widened realising. “Oh- oh my gosh I’m so sorry y/n! Quick go into the bathroom to wash it off” Stefan put the cup on the side and rushed be out of the door.

Outside- 

“Damon! Are you out here?” Elena yelled pulling her coat around herself shivering. A woosh of wind appeared in front of her and Damon smiled. “You look freezing” he laughed with a bunch of wood in his hands. “Mm I don’t know how you’re out here with just a shirt on- I mean I do but…” she trailed off making him laugh again. “Well, why you out in the cold?” He questioned walking back to the house with the wood in his hands. “Well I came to check on you- and bring you this” Elena held out a mug of tea.

“Mm never knew you had a nice bone” he dropped the wood and put his hand out for the drink. Elena stepped towards him and tripped spilling the tea all down his shirt and trousers. “Elena! Are you okay?” He burst out trying to help her up. “I’m so sorry Damon! I- I don’t know what came over me” she shook her head trying to stand up. “You should try and get it off before it stains” she took him by the wrist and led him towards the house.

“Really it’s fine elena stop apologising” Damon told her as he entered the bathroom. I turned around seeing him close the door before noticing i was in here. His eyes trailed down my top and mine his. We both laughed at each other. “I feel like I still win in this situation” Damon said coming over to the sink and me. “Why’s that? We’re in the same boat are we not?”. “Mmm yes we are but I don’t stink of coffee” he laughed trying to get the tea off his grey top.

“Actually you have a point there” I nodded before putting my middle finger up to him Damon’s jaw dropped as if he was offended. I laughed flicking the water at him before running off. “Hey!” Damon gasped running after me giggling. He caught me and with vamp speed held me against the wall. I looked up at his face, my smile was gone and I was just panting staring up at him. Into his blue eyes.

“You got me” I whispered under my breath. “Now what are you doing to do?”. I watched his eyes flick down to my lips for a second. “Forgive and forget” he winked drawing away. My heart sank, I was beginning to think he just wasn’t interested because every time we got close he’d pull away. “Oh- looks like the tea didn’t come out” Elena appeared from behind the corner looking at Damon. She side looked my top too. “Maybe you should just both change- how clumsy” she tutted turning on her heels.

She went to find Stefan in the kitchen. “Did you move the t-shirt to the top of the suitcase?” She whispered. “Mmh, and you got Damon’s grey joggers on top?”. Elena nodded and they both grinned at each other childishly. “I hope they work out Stefan” she put a hand on his chest sighing. “It’s a good plan babe” he kissed the top of her head. “Don’t start please, I’ve seen it all before don’t want to see it again” Damon smirked walking into the kitchen.

I came out my room hearing the chatter and went to follow, I couldn’t be asked to root around for a new outfit so I just picked the top on top of everything. It was a tight blue top that was quite boobie. I’d warn it only once. Damon turned around as I walked in behind him. My eyes rolled down him in his great joggers and I had to try very hard to not allow my chin to fall down. Damon stared at me not saying a word. “Y/n you look nice” Elena smiled at me before evil eyeing Damon.

“That’s your favourite colour isn’t it Damon- favourite shade and everything” Stefan piped up almost making me go red. “Yes it is” Damon nodded still staring. “Brings out your eyes in that” he smiled leaning against one of the chairs. “Thanks hun” I winked taking an apple and exiting the room. “Um- I’m going to go and get that wood I dropped” Damon nodded before heading out.

“So once they are changed? What does that mean?” Enzo wondered raising an eyebrow. “They will want to be all over each other now they’re attracted to each other” Caroline sighed with a smile. “So what’s step two?” Jeremy questioned. Everyone nodded being just as curious as him. “Step two is getting them to admit their feelings so they are fresh in their minds” Elena smiled pointing to the paper.

Step two-

Outside-

“Hey Damon want help carrying that?” Bonnie asked raising an eyebrow coming outside. “Nah don’t worry” he threw it all onto the floor outside the door. “Can I ask you something?” She questioned sitting on the porch swing. “Yeah..” he frowned suspiciously. “It’s about y/n” “y/n? Is she okay?” He went to get up but Bonnie put her hand out. “She’s fine- it’s more about the reaction you had” she smiled turning her head to the side.

“Is something going on?” “No” Damon shook his head seriously. “She’s my best friend Damon- and so are you, I can see when the dynamic changed- and it has”. Damon shut one eye “has she said something?” “Do you want her to say something?” Bonnie giggled nudging Damon. “She’s- gorgeous- but nothing could ever happen” Damon shook his head laying back on the swing. “Why? You’re perfect for each other”.

Damon shook his head again “you’re wrong Bonnie, I like her I do but with everything going on- with all the danger we face everyday- I can’t afford to be in love” he smiled sadly. Bonnie’s eyes widened before her mouth hung open. “Do you really believe that?”, Damon nodded with a slight smile. She could tell it was hurting him. “You deserve to have love Damon- you do- I can’t believe that’s why you won’t make a move” she sat back staring into space.

“If I lost her Bonnie” Damon shook his head closing his eyes. “There is always that risk Damon- in every relationship, in every friendship”. He hummed nodding and shrugging slightly. “Yeah I guess- this is pointless though, I don’t even know if she likes me back” “Damon…” Bonnie started but he stood up “I’m going to take this wood inside to the fire” he hinted that the conversation was over.

In the hallway-

“Oh- y/n I was looking for you” Jeremy smiled catching my arm. “Oh you were?” I asked not thinking anything of it. “Yeah- it’s kinda- random” Jeremy giggled turning around to face me. “I only ask because- when I’ve liked any girl you’d always help me get a game plan together and set us up together” “Awh jer” I smiled sitting on one leg looking up at him curiously. “Is there another girl?” “No” he laughed shaking his head. “I would have told you if there was- no this is about you” he nodded lowering his voice.

“Me? As in-.” “No- no I don’t like you- not like that” he shook his head. I burst out laughing at the thought and Jeremy followed. “Good” I nodded crossing my arms. “It’s about you and Damon” he whispered smirking. “O-oh” “you know what I’m talking about then? The flirting?” Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows. “You mean the one sided flirting” I sighed rubbing my arm. “What?” He shook his head not agreeing with me. “You’re right jer I thought something was going on- but every time I think something’s finally going to happen it never does”.

“I think that means you need to make the first move y/n, because from what I’ve seen it’s not one sided” he rubbed my shoulder to remove my pout. “He’s probably just got some reservations but he’s definitely got feelings for you” he shrugged looking confident. “Hm- I don’t know jer, if he doesn’t want to make a move then maybe for the best nothing should happen” I nodded leaving the conversation sadly.

Jeremy stood there thinking for a second before running to find Bonnie. “She likes him” “he liked her!” Bonnie hissed back at him, their grins widened. “But she thinks he doesn’t like her” “well Damon’s scared of falling in love- thinks it’s too risky” Bonnie chewed her lip. “It’s time for step three, the final step” Bonnie nodded seriously.

“And when they have explained there feeling it will play over in their mind again and again” Caroline explained. “That’s when step three comes in” Bonnie chuckled rubbing her hands together. “Step three? The last step?” Enzo asked being intrigued. “Yes, by this time it will be pretty late, everyone is going to go to sleep early” “on Christmas Eve?” Stefan scoffed shaking his head. Elena hit him gently on his chest. “We’re not actually going to be asleep but give the impression we are”.

“So that they think they are alone?” Jeremy checked after his moment of realisation. “Precisely” Caroline snapped her fingers looking proud of herself. “It will turn Christmas and they will be all sentimental after just pouring out their feelings- this will work”.

Step three-

“Wow that fire looks amazing Damon” I smiled coming into the living room. Elena and Stefan were laying down together giggling about something. And Caroline was watching whatever was on tv. “Thanks- what are they?” He nodded to the rest of the presents in my hands. “The rest of the present I hadn’t wrapped, this one’s yours” I winked putting it under the tree. “You always give good gifts y/n I have high expectations” he patted the side of the sofa now my hands were empty.

“Not too high I hope” I sighed softly as I sat down. “Stefan I’m getting tired- shall we go to bed?” Elena said quite loudly as if she wanted everyone to hear her. “Of course my darling” he kissed her hand and the both got up hand in hand. “I might follow actually- goodnight” Caroline smiled at me and Damon who were sat left confused. “It’s eleven o clock on Christmas Eve?” He frowned shaking his head.

“Yeah that was beyond weird” I pulled a disturbed face. “You’re not tired are you?” He turned to me with a smile. “Mmh Mmh no way” I shook my head. “Let’s get some drinks then” Damon nodded to the kitchen. “bourbon?” He raised an eyebrow. “Sure Damon” I laughed following him in. “If only we had some brothers bond bourbon then we’d really be having a party” Damon sighed. “What’s your obsession with that?” “Its old- it’s the first bourbon I ever tried- I was hooked but, I’ve never been able to find it again- it must have been very smally distributed” he explained to me.

“I’m sure one day you’ll be able to try it again Damon” I promoted leaning over the counter as he poured out our drinks. “Hopefully” he shrugged smiling at me. He didn’t look away though. Once he was caught on he kept staring. “Damon- you’re going to spill it” I nodded to the drink, he’d poured way too much in. “Oh” he shook his head coming back to reality and pulling the bottle away. “It’s alright nothing I can’t handle” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh I know” I turned my head to the side as he passed me my drink. “You know- I’m glad your here y/n- if I had to choose anyone I wanted to stay awake with it would have been you” he told me coming over to my side. “Well, I have the same opinion Damon” I stood up straight and he edged forward tilting his head down. “I had some good advice today, I didn’t think it was but after I’d had a thought about it…” “oh yeah? What was that advice?” I questioned swallowing nervously.

“There’s always risk in any relationship, even a friendship- us being friends that’s risky” he started, his eye contact never stopped. My stomach was twisting in every way possible. “So us being more than friends can’t be anymore risky that it already is” he breathed. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew what I wanted to do. Damon must have had the same idea because he leant towards my lips. Out of nowhere the clocked dinged indicating it was officially Christmas.

Mine and Damon’s heads swung towards the clock jumping out of our skins as we were so focused on the moment. I turned back smiling at him. “Merry Christmas handsome” I whispered putting my hand on his neck and guiding him towards my face. Damon smiled before meeting my lips and FINALLY. Finally I was kissing the man I’d dreamed of kissing for months. It was better than I’d imagined, he’d obviously had years of experience but he was a great kisser.

He pulled me closer to him by my hips kissing me passionately back, as if he didn’t want the moment to end. As if he’d wanted to do it for months. When we finally pulled away he kept me close and shined a bright grin looking into my eyes. “Merry Christmas gorgeous”. I giggled childishly into his chest and Damon pulled me into a bear hug. We heard whispering coming from the corridor before a bombarding entrance of the whole group whooping and clapping.

“Good plan girls” Stefan chuckled coming in with Elena on his hip. “Plan?” I frowned still in Damon’s arms. “Mmh, the whole of today was a set up to get you two to admit you liked each other and make a move” Caroline giggled behind her hair. My mouth dropped and I looked up to Damon. “I- can’t even be mad” he rolled his eyes laughing. “God” I put my face in my hand. “I suppose I should be thanking you” I sighed looking back up. “You’re welcome! We’re all so happy for you” Bonnie winked at us curled up in each others arms.

“Now, shall we get a few bottles open it’s Christmas!” Elena threw her arms out but Damon just laughed shaking his head. “No no no, You all wanted to go to bed, I think me and y/n want to do the same now” he smirked, my heart jumped out of my chest but I wasn’t complaining. I looked up at him with wide excitement in my eyes. “Ew!” Stefan laughed covering his ears. “Come on princess grab your stuff you know what rooms mine” Damon winked as he began walking out the room backwards.

I was in for one hell of a Christmas.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x reader - bad dates good friends

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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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Thank you so much for this account! It has helped me to find a lot of cool stuff ❤

Can you help me find some long sterek fics that have minimal to no sex scenes that focus more on character development? For reference Home by TheTypewriterGirl and Actions Speak Louder than Words from isthatbloodonhisshirt are like, my favourite sterek fics.

Thank you so much you ve been amazing!

I think so.

Find A Way by LLN3dseestheLight

(11/11 I 25,198 I Mature)

Kate Argent came back to Beacon Hills and slaughter the Pack. Only Stiles and Lydia survived for the moment but thanks to Peter Hale they have a way to change that...by doing something very stupid.

A Time Travel spell... If it works... And it does in a way... but it also sent them to another reality as well.

Not only does Stiles have to deal with an alive Hale family, a really weird Beacon Hills, but also with a nineteen year old Derek Hale-who dreams of a world where his family died in a fire-and where he knew Stiles and Lydia! Stiles can deal with that. What he can't deal with is the fact Derek for some reason can't keep his shirt on! So Troublesome.

Lydia is having her own problems-Parrish is all but mated to Laura Hale so any plans of rekindling what she almost had with him are out. So she wonders if she should take a chance on Derek's mysterious older brother, Damon Hale?

The twilight in your eyes by BoomerangChicken

(12/? I 27,056 I Mature)

Derek narrows his eyes.

"You're... from the future?"

Scott misses the faint fond-exasperation that usually comes over Derek's face when he and Stiles come to him asking for help (now his face is all angry-eyebrows and that "quit wasting my time, I have important werewolf business to attend to" expression)

The older man jerks his head towards Stiles.

"You from the future too?"

"Oh no, I'm just here for moral support."

 ----

Scott is stuck in the past, but with help from his best friend (and a few friends who don't actually know him yet) he intends to make a better future for his pack, and ensure that a certain surly werewolf clan gets a little vengeance while he's at it.

Twice And For All by novasillies

(39/? I 141,063 I Teen)

“Derek,” he said despite himself. The werewolf’s eyes sharpened. Scott gave him a distressed look.

“Do I know you?” He asked tensely, and Stiles grinned in return.

“Oh, no,” he answered, “Not yet.”

-

In which a well-timed conflict between the magic of the Ghost Riders and Stiles' spark sends him back to the day Scott got bitten. Stiles pointedly changes nothing, and so God complexes, needlessly complex romantic drama, and hilarity ensue.

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[kiss-inthekitchen]

sacrosanct

You have a nightmare. Damon is there to wake you up.

damon salvatore x reader, 2.2k words, hurt/comfort

i had 'this is how you fall in love' by jeremy zucker on repeat while i wrote this, if you like to listen while you read

sacrosanct as in protected, sacred, hallowed. regarded as too important or valuable to be interfered with.

“Mom, please. Let’s just go, okay?”

You throw the words over your shoulder, unceremoniously grabbing items from your dresser and tossing them in your duffel. You don’t know how long you’ve been doing this for. You can feel her presence in the door frame. You want to turn around and see her, but you can’t. You just keep reaching for things, shoving them in the bag, reaching again with unfeeling fingers. Somehow you haven’t filled the bag yet.

“It’s not safe here, you need to start packing–” Why was she just standing there? Why couldn’t you see her?

Suddenly the duffel is gone along with the four walls of your bedroom. You’re in the town square, the Mystic Grill a few dozen yards away. 

“Mom?” 

You can see her now. Your mom is facing away from you, a little ways down the road. It takes you too long to get to where she is– you will yourself to go faster, but you can’t feel your legs move. “Mom,” you stress, reaching out to her. 

She turns, and you see her face, finally. She gives you a sad little smile, an expression you’ve never seen on her before. “We’re not going anywhere, honey. You’re exactly where you should be.” 

Your surroundings change again. Your mom disappears, faded to black along with the Grill and the trees and the sunlight. On some base level you know you’re in your bed at home, but you can’t see anything. The darkness is suffocating. On instinct you want to call out for someone, but you know no one is there. You’re alone. 

“Sweetheart, hey, wake up,” a tense whisper cuts through the deep fog of your subconscious, two strong hands around your shoulders lifting you from the depths. 

Your eyes squint open in the half-lit room, uncomprehending. Where are you? This isn’t your room. How did you get here? 

“Come back to me,” he encourages, sitting on the edge of the bed, his body twisted toward you. A sliver of relief edges into his tone when he sees your eyes open fully. “There you go, good girl.” 

You flinch away from Damon, still only half conscious. Your eyes flit around the room briefly, so different from your own. Nothing is where you expected it to be. 

“You’re at the Salvatore house,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

“Why?” you ask, pressing your palms into your eyes for a moment. Your hands come away wet. 

The look in Damon’s eyes shifts, becoming something round and soft and almost dreading. It confuses you further, this pain coming from him. But it also wakes you up, finally and forcefully thrusting you back to reality. And then you remember.

“Nevermind, I know. I’m uh– I’m awake now. Sorry.” He didn’t want to have to tell you, you realize. You can’t blame him. You don’t want to hear it said, either. 

“You don’t have to apologize–” 

“Damon, it’s bad enough I moved into your house,” you sigh, slumping against the headboard. “I don’t mean to make you take care of me, too.” 

His hands, which had fallen from your shoulders when you’d jerked away, come up to your cheeks, thumbs softly swiping away the tears that continued to roll down your cheeks. You hadn’t noticed them. 

“Somebody should.” 

Bitterness rolls through you. He’s right. Somebody should. 

You take a deep, settling breath, and Damon seems to feel it, too. His hands are still holding your face, a tingling warmth blooming from where his skin touches yours. Unthinkingly, your own hands come up to cover his, curling around his wrists. His skin is so soft for all the things his hands have done. 

His eyes seem to be searching yours, for what, you aren’t sure. The pale green mesmerizes you. You’ve often thought of a perfect word to describe the color, the opacity of it. The only one you could ever come up with is moonstone. You don’t think he’d like that. Too many unpleasant associations. 

He’s still searching. Waiting for an answer to a question he hasn’t asked. You don’t care about that anymore. He’s here, his pulse strong and steady beneath your fingers. He’s here. 

“I think your house is haunted,” you whisper instead. 

“A lot of people have died in it,” he agrees, scrunching his nose up. That summons a breathy little laugh from you, and god if that isn’t the best thing he’s ever been responsible for. “I think you should sleep in my bed.” He doesn’t choose to say the words so much as they free themselves from him, a spark of surprise lighting his expression.   

“Damon…” 

You’re frowning again. That little crease between your eyebrows always so quick to appear, Damon thinks. He looses his hands from your face. You don’t let go; your joined hands come to rest on the sheets between you. 

“That’s not me trying to take care of you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he speaks in his usual teasing tone, despite the weight of his gaze a minute ago. “I wouldn’t dream of that.” 

Your eyes narrow at him in mock suspicion. “No? Why are you up, anyway?” 

“It’s like you said,” he shrugs. “House’s haunted.” 

Your lips tug up into a half-smile despite yourself. “Hmm,” you pretend to weigh your options. You don’t think you’ll be able to fall asleep in here again, and you don’t want to think about what dreams might visit you if you do. “Will you fast-run me there?” you acquiesce, already reaching for him, lightly crossing your wrists behind his neck. 

The way his eyes light up, still subtle in his own Damon way, has you wanting to say yes to any request he could possibly ever have for you. “Yeah, I’ll fast-run you there,” he repeats your made up term. 

He gently lifts your body from the guest bed, untangling the sheets from around you. Less than two seconds later you’re being placed in another bed, clear across the east wing, completely breathless. 

Your voice comes out more like a gasp than anything else. “Thanks.” 

He slides under the covers with you, lying on his back with one arm behind his head as he leans back against the headboard. His other arm wraps around you, maneuvering your body to curl into his before you can overthink your way onto the opposite edge of his California king. He knows you too well, you think to yourself. 

Your tears have dried now. You sink gratefully against Damon’s chest, the soft fabric of his undoubtedly too-expensive t-shirt. Your shoulders are a little stiff– you’ve never done this with Damon before. You’re not entirely sure what it means.

You’d been out of it lately. Trying to get used to your new normal. Trying to learn all the ins and outs of the Salvatore house without leaving a mark– the uneasy feeling of being a guest in someone else’s home, of wanting to leave everything looking as if you’d never been there at all. 

Neither Damon nor Stefan liked this. They’d each told you as much, Stefan in his usual kind and understanding way, while Damon just told you to “settle in, kid. Your tiptoeing is getting on my nerves. No one’s gonna throw a fit over you putting a frying pan in the wrong drawer.” 

Not that it made any difference. You thought about how you would feel if someone had moved into your house indefinitely, going through your things, altering your routine. You refused to believe that the boys could remain truly unbothered by their new unexpected roommate. 

How was this your life? That the only two people in the world left to care for you were the Salvatore brothers? Somewhere in your mind you knew that wasn’t true; you had Bonnie, Caroline, Elena. Though they’d all moved on to Whitmore around the same time you’d moved in here, so you didn’t see as much of them. Still, you knew they were your family. The Salvatores just had the most space, the most resources with which to protect you. 

But they weren’t the ones who were supposed to do this– that person had left you to fend for yourself.  

Unbeknownst to you, Damon had actually insisted on this arrangement. Caroline had been all too excited to move you into her dorm at Whitmore, but Damon wouldn’t have it. You’d planned to take a gap year, not so intent on rushing into a ‘normal college experience’ as your other friends. You weren’t enrolled in classes, you’d be alone all day and probably end up feeling worse. That had been Damon’s argument to Caroline, anyway. He’d left out the part about what it would’ve done to him to let you out of his sight. 

You sigh, feeling your body start to relax. Damon calms you just by being there, the steady rhythm of his exhales as they brush past you, the solid presence of his body where it’s pressed to yours. You’re almost grateful for the circumstances that have led you to his bed, a feeling that seems so utterly wrong and confusing to you that you want to shy away from it. 

“I can’t believe she left,” you say quietly.

His eyes flash with anger where you can’t see them. He squeezes you tighter, and when he speaks, his words carry a weight you don’t yet understand. “Neither can I.” 

“I could’ve stayed in my house, you know.” You imagine the tail end of your nightmare being real, you waking up alone in your darkened bedroom instead of here with Damon. You have to suppress a shudder. 

“You kidding?” he scoffs. “You couldn’t have stayed there alone.” 

“I’m an adult, Damon. I could’ve handled it.” Your words are unconvincing. You’re not sure why you’re arguing with him, anyway. 

“First of all, this is Mystic Falls, so it doesn’t matter how old you are, you shouldn’t be without protection. Secondly, just because you could’ve handled it, doesn’t mean you should have to.” 

Your heart thuds at his defense of you. Too often you expect Damon to grow tired of you, your human fragility, the extra work he has to do to keep you safe. But he never does. 

“Going soft on me, Salvatore,” you say through a smile. He exhales a little more forcefully, almost a chuckle, and you know he’s about to make some vulgar quip. You cut him off before he can start. “It is nice to be a homeowner, though.” 

They’d signed the deed over to you first thing. The first in a long line of changes they’d had to make for the sake of your safety. 

“Hm,” he hums. “I’ve been meaning to thank you for inviting me in.” 

“Finally. You’ve kept me waiting weeks for that one. I thought you were a gentleman.” 

“Now what gave you that idea?” 

You laugh, again because of him, and he feels warmth spread through his body at the sound. 

“I’ve been thinking of renovating,” you continue. You don’t want to fall asleep again, for multiple reasons now. 

“As long as you leave my room out of it.” 

“Really? That’s your only stipulation?” you raise an eyebrow, tilting your chin up to look at him. “What if I made everything baby pink?” 

He raises an amused brow back at you. “I like pink.” 

“Since when?” 

“Since you wore that sweater. The little,” he gestures over his stomach, “Cropped one.” 

Your heart beats faster, louder. You know he can hear it. 

Your cheeks warm, but he doesn’t call you on it. “Well… What if I made everything modern?” 

He gasps. “You wouldn’t.” 

“I’d have to refinish all the wood surfaces, of course. Sleek edges. Definitely some changes to the lighting fixtures.” 

“You couldn’t. You may have the house, but the fortune’s still mine.” 

“Maybe I just wanted to hear you say ‘you have the house’ again.” 

Damon’s all too happy to hear you joking around about this, remembering what a struggle it was to get you to sign the papers. He wants to give you more than this. He imagines a time, further down the road, when you’ll let him. 

“Mmhm. It’s your world, I’m just livin’ in it.” 

You slip into an easy silence then. Damon takes up tracing his fingers up and down your back. You shiver when he first does it, and then you relax more fully than you have in… well, you’re not sure how long. Your lids feel heavier. Part of you still wants to stay awake, but you don’t fear falling asleep anymore. 

“Damon?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

His eyes open, fixed on the ceiling above. “Sure,” he says into the darkened room. 

“Will you be here when I wake up?” 

“Where else would I go?” As the words leave his mouth he realizes how much he believes them; anyplace without you is not a place he wants to be. He has the wherewithal to realize that that should scare him, that it absolutely would have before. It doesn’t now. 

“I dunno, maybe you have someone to murder or extort or something.” 

A surprised, amused sound escapes him. “I’ll wait til after you wake up to get to the murder and extortion part of my day.” 

“Mmkay,” you sigh, pleased. “Thanks.” 

He turns his body to face yours, one hand pushing the hair back from your face and resting just above your ear. His lips are millimeters from your forehead, so you can feel it when he says, “You’re a complete weirdo, you know that?” 

You grin, eyes still closed. “No name calling in my house.”

#damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #i'm really obsessed with this one if you can't tell

[ryanclaremont]

night haunts

“Ryan, wake up,” Damon says. “Listen, you need to wake up now.”

His voice sounds like a far away echo and she doesn't understand. The scream sounds again right as Ryan’s body jerks wickedly, gasping for air as she sits up in the pitch black of the night in her bed. The scream fades, lost in the back of her mind as she gulps for air through a sob caught in her throat. She feels disoriented, grasping onto the bedsheets as she tries to get her surroundings but all she can feel is dread seeping into her.

It hasn't felt that dark in a few weeks, not since the first time she was here and now... more is left unanswered. Damon Salvatore? That uneasy feeling of death, torture, hell? Something is far from being right.

#mysticpara 14: night haunts

[inkly-heart]

Hi there! I hope you're havin a good day/evening ^^

I was wondering... How would Damon, DG and Rasmus react to mc just giving them outa nowhere a corchet plushie of their fav animal paired with a peace of clothing mc thought they would like for it's confiness/usefulness (both of this gifts were handmade by mc and the power of 3am thoughts n energy drinks)

Also i wanted to thank you for making such beautiful stories and art! All of your characters are gorgeous, i love them so much

N just to close, I'll leave a cute pic from a friends cat

Awww cute kitty pic!😻♥️ And to your question-

Damon- Receiving a gift from MC would make him so happy. He would treasure it and pretty much carry it with him everywhere.

DG- He likes receiving gifts so he would gladly accept MC's gift. And seeing it's his favorite animal you can clearly see that he loves it.

Rasmus- He would be very surprised. Since he have been jerk to MC, he has never expected to get a gift from them but he would take the gift. He likes it but since it's Rasmus he doesn't really show it or at least he tries to hide it.

#zigorthecookingrat #ask

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[blondie20000]

Wait No More - Damon Salvatore x Bonnie Bennett

Bonnie wasn't sure what brought this on. It could be the few drinks,it could be the flirting, but for once in her life, Bonnie decided to follow her heart instead of her head.

It is a bold move. The witch wasted no time in straddling the vampire and locking her lips with his.

At first, Damon's eyes widen in shock. Surprised by the sudden of events but his face soon relaxes, and he responds to her kiss.

The kiss deepens and turns passionate. A groan escapes Bonnie's lips when Damon pushes his tongue down her throat.

Bonnie can feel his smirk against her. Suddenly breathless Bonnie pulls away to catch her breath.

"So..." Damon raises an eyebrow. "Where did that come from?"

The smirk remained on his face but his eyes are curious. Bonnie runs her hand through her hair and sighs as she thought the question through.

"I'm not complaining." Damon adds his smirk widening. "It was a great kiss."

She raises an eyebrow at that.

"Only great?"

He leans back in his seat and gives her a knowing look.

"No dodging the question Bon."

She again sighs.

"Well..." She shakes her head. "Life is too short ya know? Especially our lives."

"Not for a vampire it's not."

"But for me it is." She nods. "With everything that's happened, all the people we lost..." She takes a deep breath and exhales heavily. "I realize now if we want something we should just go for it we shouldn't let fear hold us back. Do it before its too late because once it's gone it's gone." Bonnie looks down into those swirling pools of blue. She pushes down the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. "I'm tired of always being too late, missing so many chances, putting everyone's happiness before mine...Now I am putting myself first and doing what I want. If I don't do this now I fear I may never get this chance again." She rests her hand on his chest. Her eyes glisten with tears. "Damon."

Her throat closes up. The words she wants to say are stuck on the tip of her tongue. Damon leans forward and rests his hand on her cheek.

"I get it." He said quietly his face now serious. "My whole life I've been waiting. Katherine, Elena...You." Her eyes snap up at those words. Damon swallows. "You have no idea how much I want you Bon but..." Another swallow. "I didn't want to screw up our friendship...This what we have it's special and I don't want to lose that."

I already lost so much. He thought.

"You won't." Bonnie places her hand over his. "I'm not going anywhere." She assures him.

He smiles at that. He goes to kiss her again. Bonnie soon follows his lead. Their lips press against each other. The sweet cherry from her lipstick made Damon moan. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her towards him. The kisses soon turn heated, the hunger they had for each other all pours out.

He whispers her name as he kisses along her neck and jawline. Bonnie angles her neck to give him better access.

Eventually the vampire pulls away and stands up. He offers his hand out to her.

"If you want to of course." He smiles.

Bonnie can see the hope in his eyes. Beneath his mask, she can see fear as well, fear that she will change her mind, fear of rejection, and fear of another heartbreak. Bonnie knew those feelings all too well. For years, she has watched boys hook up with her friends, listened to her friends gossip about their boyfriends, boasting on being the popular girls in the school. Bonnie would always listen and smile, but deep down, she longed for that certain someone, a desire to be loved just like her friends. Out of everyone, Bonnie never thought she would find that in Damon Salvatore.

Bonnie couldn't stand the older vampire in the beginning she thought he was a jerk, an asshole but as she got to know him, she saw a complete different side to him. They bonded during their time in the Prison World. Sparks flew between them that neither side wanted to admit. Despite their situation, Bonnie had to admit those times she spent with Damon were the most fun she had in a long time. Also, during that time, Damon became soft with her. He took care of her, ensured she was fed, warm, and he did everything he could to make her smile and lift her spirits. It was in those moments where Bonnie started to develop feelings towards him, feelings that went deeper than simply being friends.

Now, it is time for those buried feelings to rise to the surface.

With a nod, Bonnie takes his offered hand and allows him to lead her to the bedroom.

A gasp of surprise, Bonnie suddenly finds herself on the bed with Damon on top of her.

"Thought I'll skip the bridal style." He grins, his eyes rake her up and down.

She smiles, feeling amused.

"Cheesy delivery not your thing?"

"Nope, it's just..." His blue eyes bore into hers. "I couldn't wait any longer."

Bonnie looks up at him. She places her hand on his cheek.

"Wait no more." She said her smile turning into a grin.

Damon's eyes darkened at those words. The permission to take her, love her, devour her consumed his mind. Within seconds he tears open her blouse.

Her jeans, panties and bra follow soon after.

A sharp intake of breath, eyes raking her body again Damon sits back and admires her. He studies every part of her. Her wavy hair, her olive green eyes, her plump lips, her perfectly shaped breasts and curves.

"So beautiful." He thought out loud.

"What was that?"

"I mean..." He waves. "It's not bad I've seen better."

She gives him a playful slap on the arm. He grins and climbs back on top of her.

"Touche." He chuckles.

He tried to play down his feelings but Bonnie can see the awe on his face. He looks at her like she is work of art, a Goddess. In the past Bonnie would usually feel quite embarrassed when being the center of attention but now she enjoyed it. She loves the way he looks at her like she is only person in his whole wide world, she loves how only she can make him feel like this. Flustered and needy.

A moan then escapes her lips as Damon kisses her stomach. His kisses soon turned into strokes. Each stroke from his tongue sends a spark through her. A jolt of electricity. His hot tongue on her cold sweaty skin makes her shiver. She suddenly became tense when he wraps his mouth around one of her hardened nipples and bites down on it.

She curses out loud when he pulls at her nipple. He sucks, bites and teases her nipples. He then drags his tongue down her belly towards her vagina. She is trembling by the time he reaches her entrance. His hands go on her thighs to ensure they stay open.

With a glance followed by a wink Damon runs his tongue along her folds. Bonnie suddenly gasps as his tongue goes inside her. When his tongue pushes past her folds Bonnie immediately reaches out and grips on to his hair. She tugs hard at it as he hungrily licks her up and down.

Bonnie wraps her legs around his head causing him to moan. She pushes herself against his face. This gets another moan from him.

His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit. While he did that he pushes his index finger into your heat.

"FUCK!" Bonnie screams as he starts to thrust her with his finger.

Soon another finger goes in which causes an increase in the volume of her moans and cries. This encouraged the vampire to pick up the pace. He goes faster, pumps her harshly and enjoys the sweet sounds that came spilling from her lips. She curses his name and holds the strands of his hair tight in her fist.

Eventually Damon removes his fingers. He rises up to his full height, the fingers he just fucked her with are up in the air shining with her cum. With a devilish grin Damon slowly draws his fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them, closes his eyes and groans out loud. His reaction sent made Bonnie weak to her knees. He opens one eye the blue in them sparkling with delight. He then withdraws his fingers, he stays silent as he goes to remove his clothing.

"Damm Bon Bon." He then said. He tilts his head, his eyes are blazing with passion. "You should have warned me."

"About...What?" She replies with a shaky breath.

"That once I get a taste of you..." He draws the words out slowly. Tension builds up as he returns between her legs. "...I will not be able to stay away." His grip is tight on her legs. His breathing turns into pants. "You are like a fucking drug. I can't get enough of you."

"Are you gonna beg?" Bonnie teases him. "Beg for more?"

She trails her foot along his torso. She felt his muscles clench under her touch.

"Struggling Salvatore?"

She sits up, her foot still stroking his body. She keeps going until she is several inches away from him. Damon's eyes lock on to hers. Bonnie bites her lip as she takes in his tense form.

Her lips curling upwards, Bonnie mutters several words. Seconds later Damon finds himself on the bed. As he looks up he sees her looming over him. She is grinning, laughing at him. Damon pretends to look annoyed but he couldn't help but be impressed.

"You little bitch."

"You mean witch?" She trails her hand along his face. She then grips his chin and pulls him slightly forward. "You are not the only one with tricks up their sleeves."

"Magic show and sex? Sign me up." He laughs.

Her eyes lower to his dick when he said those words.

"Can't have a magic show without...the wand?" She said.

Damon grits his teeth when she strokes his length. She then wraps his her hand around it. Victory dances in her eyes when she realized how hard he was.

"Expected more fight from you Damon."

"Well...I did it for you. Screw waiting remember?"

"Screw." She let the word hang in the air for several moments.

"You." He finished the sentence.

"And you will be screaming my name." She said.

Damon's eyes widen.

"Bonnie Bennett! I am liking this new you."

Bonnie is not going to admit out loud that only he brings out this side of her. This cheeky, naughty side. She is surprised herself by this change in behavior but when she is with Damon she likes to have fun, she likes to be cheeky, she likes to make him laugh. The amusement in his eyes now sends a wave of warmth through her.

Suddenly feeling excited Bonnie moves on top of him. Once Bonnie is in position she then lowers herself down on to him. A low moan escapes her lips as she pushes Damon deeper and deeper inside of her. Bonnie leans forward and lifts her hips slightly before getting Damon deep inside again.

She started of slow at first but once the couple found their rhythm she then went faster. Damon curses as Bonnie continued to rock him. He smacks his body against hers and he rolls his hips into hers causing her to whimper.

Her palms flat on his stomach, her breath turning into short gasps Bonnie goes faster, she pushes into him harder.

"BONNIE!" He cries out her name. Hearing her name on his tongue caused Bonnie to shake.

Nails now digging into skin, Bonnie lowers her head causing her hair to fall in front of her face.

"No." Damon pushes her hair back. "I...I wanna see your face. Your...lovely...lovely face." Then another curse. "Fuck!" Damon squeezes his eyes shut.

Bonnie looks down at his tight expression. He is barely holding on she can tell. It brings out a smirk from her.

"What happened to looking at my lovely face?" She asks.

His legs are shaking like hers now.

"Open your eyes Damon...That's right eyes on me."

Bonnie goes down on him. Her breasts press against his chest. A choked gasp comes from him. His wide eyes look up and Bonnie saw a trace of the vampire in him. Most people in Bonnie's position would run away by the sight of the monster but Bonnie refused to move because she knew Damon would never hurt her. Damon would never hurt the ones he loves.

Love.

Her heart warms at the thought.

But the fire in the bottom of her belly burns.

Bonnie knows she is close now.

Sensing her emotions Damon cups her cheek. There is no humor on his face his smile is genuine, full of happiness. Happy to be with her and making love to her.

"Ready to pop?" He asks.

She laughs at his words.

"Sure." She then said.

He tightens his hold on her.

"Ready?" He said his voice breathless now.

Bonnie nods.

"I am."

The couple continue until they both reach their climax. Bonnie is the first to let go. A shudder courses through her body as she lets it all out. Moments later Damon follows. He grinds his teeth hard as he spills all over the sheets. Once the couple are done they both collapse, exhausted.

Damon takes Bonnie's trembling form into his arms and places the covers over them. He kisses her head and cherishes her scent. Bonnie raises her head and smiles at him.

"Not bad not bad." She said.

He pulls a face at that.

"Not bad? Come on Bonnie you were having the time of your life."

"Hmm." She pretends to think it through. "There are areas that need improvement..."

Damon cuts her off as he pulls her in and kisses her. Bonnie kisses him back. A bubble of laughter breaks out out of her.

"Yet you like to judge me?" She said.

"I was joking before."

"Uh huh." She runs her hand along his chest.

Damon rests his head on top of hers. They stayed like that for a while. Feeling content.

But Damon eventually breaks the silence.

"It was amazing." He admits his voice a whisper.

Bonnie looks back up again and slowly nods.

"It was." She agrees.

The End

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𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 / 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

SUMMARY: kai kidnaps you to try his new powers on you and you try to escape him.

WARNING: yandere ! kai - obsessive, worshipper, sadistic , deranged ! kai ( basically normal kai lol ) heretic! y/n, tvd gang! y/n marking/carving kink, bondage, blindfolding, sexual references, pet names, blood kink??( swallowing of blood )

NOTE: this is so dirty, i feel like i'm teasing you guys. lemme know if you want a part 2!! :)

god, she's so beautiful.

he thought as he stared at your drowsy form.

at the soft arch in your back, at your silky smooth curtains of hair and the way it cascaded onto your face, swaying softly with the breath of breeze that travelled through the double doors on either side of the corridors.

it was kai who had carried you bridal style through the empty hallways of mystic falls high and tied you up to the ceiling tiles. he'd done it all so meticulously, locked your handcuffs in around each of your smooth, porcelain wrists. wrapped a black headband around your lids, letting his fingertips graze the cold skin of your cheeks.

he could feel a twitch from under his kaki cargo shorts form as he let his mind drift to a vision of you wailing and moaning in pain as he practiced his magic on you. the thought of you writhing in agonising pain on your knees in front of him, relaxing into his touch as he grasped your chin tightly was enough to send him over the edge.

he yearned nothing more but to break you. to break you and bend you to his will. to mark you and claim you as his. but most importantly, to make you love him as much as he adored you.

flinching, you turned your limp head away from the white haze of lights seeping your vision through the black material covering your eyelids. you hear the monotonous hum of electricity.

what the fuck?

you jerk your head up suddenly, twisting your head from side to side as you try your hardest to see through the fabric tightly wrapped around your eyes. you finally feel the rest of your limbs outstretched and when you try to move your right hand you hear the loud jangle of chains.

is this some sick joke?

your heartbeat accelerates in your chest, ready to leap out of your ribcage and out of your dry mouth. you inhale shakily and try to tap into your magic but it's as if it's been dried up. panic surges through you tenfold as you realise you can't feel your magic through your veins.

"i'd give up trying if i were you, i've sucked up most of your magic. thanks for that by the way doll face.”

suddenly a pair of hands settled on the sides of your head and snaked around to reach the knot holding the folded fabric over your eyes on. with a small tug, the fabric came undone.

you blinked hard as your eyes focused on a tall figure towering over your restrained form, inching slowly toward you.

you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was breathtakingly gorgeous, with his chiselled jaw and button nose and the lopsided smirk resting on his plump lips.

but what entranced you most were his metallic blue eyes, a mixture of asphalt and gas-stove-blue flames, sparking with azure embers.

his eyes were kindled with excessive excitement, but the churning feeling from within the pit of your stomach and the goosebumps creeping over your bare arms outwardly showed the dread you had for the man shamelessly trailing his gaze down your shackled body, almost undressing you with your eyes.

fucking perv.

“who are you?” you hesitantly asked.

“oh i’ve forgot to introduce myself. manners, i’m kai, pleased to make your acquaintance. i'm quite offended damon and bonnie haven't mentioned me.”

“oh, they have. i know you're a social pariah and fucking psycho and i want you to unshackle me right now-“

suddenly, he gripped your jaw in his hand, interrupting you. the cold, silver metal of the ring on his index finger burning against your skin as he turned your face in his soft palm and you felt disgust at yourself the pang of warmth the action sent through your abdomen, spreading like wildfire to your cheeks.

his eyes squinted as he analysed every detail on your face, as if committing the sight of you to memory, photographing you into his dirty, perverse twisted mind.

"you've got quite the mouth on you, i'm surprised. considering how cute you look."

he let go of you gently, smirking at the look of distaste on your face.

after all, he loves the idea of a challenge.

“sorry about earlier, i didn't mean to knock you out. in fact i think i might’ve accidentally killed you, judging by the colour of your skin and the veins bulging out of your cute face, you looked like mouldy cheese” you crinkled your nose at this.

"why did you take me?" you whispered

"oh. i thought it was obvious. you're a freak of nature, well that's rich coming from me but i find you truly fascinating. besides, your regenerative powers make me feel less awful about toying with your life."

"my friends will come get me soon." you tugged against your chains, moving as much as the fetters allowed toward him threateningly, staring him down. you rattled against your cuffs and kept on tugging on them.

"nothing a little invisique spell can't fix. do me a favour and stop making such a fuss? it's insufferably annoying."

he lifted his hand toward you and you winced as a wave agony lashed across your face. you felt an invisible force tracing across your cheek painfully and you screamed at the sight of blood dripping down your jaw. your heart lapped against your ribcage in fear and you moaned with pain as kai's magic gouged lines into your face. soon the pain resided and your head lolled down as you stared at the floor.

you heard a loud crack and glass shatter onto the floor and from your peripheral vision noticed him pick up a shard. he advanced toward you, tilting your head up once again with his index and thumb abruptly, extending the mirror toward you. you stared back at your reflection, trails of tears under your sunken eyes and a bloody "K" letter carved into the skin of your cheek.

he licked his lips as he watched the blood pool at the edge of your face, dripping onto the floor, his eyes brightening at the sight. He turned to look into your face, his line of sight falling to your red lips, bruised from biting onto them. he placed his own above yours, ghosting over the skin and you felt his mouth stretch into a wide smirk. immobilised you drew in a sharp breath at the beyond-invasive proximity. feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the pool of heat building between the flesh of your legs, covered with skin-tight jeans

gently, he brushed your hair behind your ear whispering slowly into it.

"you look perfect." he told you, grazing your cheek with his thumb as he smeared the blood onto his finger, licking it off with his tongue.

you kneed him, eliciting a grunt of pain and tugged furiously at your handcuffs which gave way with the second yank, dawning coming upon you that your supernatural strength had regenerated. you burst into a sprint toward the doors to the outside, pushing them open forcefully and leaped out before being sent backward. You hurled yourself again in hopes you could pass the threshold to the outside but was knocked back again due to the invisible magical barrier planted at the entrance.

“come back doll face, i’m not done with you!” you heard him say loudly from down the corridor. you turned on your heel and chased down another corridor, bursting through another door.

with a whoosh of wind, the lights flickered intermittently. you looked around to see you landed into a cafeteria, adorned with white and red foldable, large lunch tables. you rushed to the double doors at the end of the lunch all and tugged them open.

you felt your heart plummet down into your stomach, drumming loudly in your ears, prying its way out of your body.

kai raised his head to gaze at you as you opened the door. his hand propped over his head, body slouched forward, as he'd been patiently waiting for you on the other side of the door all along. he wanted to make you feel like you stood a chance and thrived off taking that glimmer of hope away. he got off your despair and couldn’t help the cheshire smile pulling at the sides of his mouth, brimming with pride.

“found you.”

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

"Oh." He replied, clearly surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?"

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

"But it's gross."

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

"Damon, I dunno."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

A Hunting Trip (Part 3)

pairing: dean winchester x reader x damon salvatore

synopsis: a spiked punch - damon finds *yn* after the incident at the boarding house and dots finally start to connect. *yn* and damon share a moment & reminisce on their first memories. dean makes amends.

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, violence, just vampires being vampires man

notes: the series is gonna start ramping up now... strap in ;)

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Leaves crunched under *yn*'s sneakers as she trailed through the woods. Her phone pressed to her ear as it rung, silently begging for Sam to answer.

"*yn* I-"

"-listen Sam, Dean's safe." She cut him off before he barely got a word out. She could hear the sigh of relief echo through the speakers.

"Where is he? I need to come get him-"

"-I don't think that's a good idea." She said quickly.

There was a pause before, "I thought you said he was safe?"

"He is. Sort of. I've got it under control, I promise. Just get back to the motel and I'll ring you when I've got Dean out and I'll explain everything."

"Got Dean out? *yn* what the hell is going on?" Sam demanded. *yn* silently cursed, glancing over her shoulder at the sound of a twig cracking. She paused, surveying her surroundings before turning her attention back to the younger Winchester.

"I can't explain right now, just trust me. Please. If you come back here it's just going to make things a thousand times worse."

Another pause as Sam contemplated. *yn* held her breath as he let out a defeated sigh, "fine. But if I don't hear from either of you in an hour I'm coming back, got it?"

"Got it. Thanks Sam, be careful."

With that *yn* hung up, sliding her phone back into her pocket as she continued her march through the woods. After what felt like an eternity she finally slowed her determined pace as she reached a large oak tree.

Her mind was racing at what felt like a million miles per hour as she pressed her back to the trunk of the tree and slid down until she was seated on the bed of leaves.

"The man's probably rolling in his grave right now. It's like he died for goddamn nothing." Dean's words echoed in her head as she hugged her knees to her chest and stared into the woods blankly.

She tried to slow her mind, to focus on the little bird that was pecking absentmindedly at the ground in front of her instead. But it was impossible, her brain was jumping from one thought to the next, trying to process everything that happened over the past 12 hours so quickly she could barely keep up.

"Haven't you heard it's dangerous to be out in these woods by yourself?"

The voice snapped her out of her trance like state and the bird that had edged closer took off in a flurry of feathers.

"What with all those animal attacks lately." She could hear the leaves crunching under Damon's boots as he approached. She didn't answer him, instead resting her chin on the top of her knees as she hugged herself tighter.

"Good start." Damon mumbled under his breath as he studied her rigid form.

She looked out of her peripheral to see him taking a seat beside her, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

"I know you said you wanted to be alone." Their arms brushed as he leant back against the tree.

"So you do listen to me." Her dry response made a half smile twitch up onto Damon's lips.

"Don't get used to it."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Her quip made him turn to face her, studying her features as he tried to get a read on her. When he couldn't, he cast his gaze down to his lap.

"I always wondered why you weren't that afraid of me. But now I know you were a baby hunter it all makes sense."

"Don't underestimate how much the leather jacket drags down your scary score." A huff of laughter escaped Damon's lips at her words as he turned back to her.

"The extra points it adds to my sexy score makes up for it." He jerked his brows up and shot her a flirty grin as she finally looked over at him. Despite her mood, *yn* couldn't fight the small smile that twitched up onto her lips.

She couldn't disagree with him on that point.

He didn't need to know that.

"When dad would tell me what sort of monsters were out there, you were so not what I had in mind."

"Much more charming? alluring? witty?" This time she let out a breathy laugh.

"I was going to say more annoying, but sure."

"I'm touched." He placed his hand over his heart. He let his eyes glide over her for a few moments before speaking once more.

"So.. when you said you put safety measures in place... what are we talking?" His question illicited a shrug.

"Holy water in the town water supply, party punches, in anything I can to be honest." She answered him after a few moments.

"To prevent demon possession." She added when she saw Damon's confused expression.

He nodded slowly as he digested her words, "naturally."

"So that night we first met you were actually...?"

"Yep."

"Right..." He trailed off, raising his brows in amusement. Who'd have thought holy water actually did anything. He'd always just thought it was ironic. A good source of amusement.

"So the town's drinking water is spiked with vervain and holy water."

"And I've carved devil's traps all around town too. In all our friend's houses, the school, Mystic Grill. They trap demons once they step into it."

A "Huh" left Damon's mouth after a few moments of silence.

"So demons are your ultimate concern?"

Memories flashed before *yn*. The screams, the blood, the maniacal laughter.

"They're insidious little bastards. One of the easiest to flush out though. Luckily we haven't had to deal with one."

She flinched as the memories of all of the hunting trips her dad had dragged her on resurfaced.

"Or something worse."

Damon had a million questions he wanted to ask her. One look at the pained expression on her features told him that it would have to wait.

"Stefan took off the second he woke up." He began after the pair stewed in silence for a few moments.

"Bon Bon and Elena have gone to talk to mother witchy. Caroline's gone to go help Tyler out with his little siring issue and Donavan... well I've got no clue where Donovan is... probably somewhere annoying someone."

"and Dean?"

Damon knew she would ask but it didn't stop the jealousy that sparked through him at the sound of the name. Part of him wished he had just told her so he didn't have to hear her say it. So he didn't have to hear the level of concern in her tone that she was so clearly trying to conceal.

"Don't worry, your other bloodsucker friends made sure he got down to the cells safely." Damon didn't bother hiding the venom in his words. His face was taught, the jealousy making his muscles strain. It was enough to make *yn* stiffen up beside him.

"We can keep him down there for a while but- hey!" *yn* was up and onto her feet before Damon could finish his sentence. He cursed under his breath, his shouts going ignored as *yn* started off in the direction of the boarding house.

"And where do you think you're going?"

*yn* rolled her eyes as Damon was in front of her in a split second, stopping her in her tracks.

"We can't leave him in those cells. He's not a prisoner, Damon."

"Well he did kind of threaten to kill us all... I think that justifies detainment, don't you?"

Damon let out a defeated sigh when his attempt to lighten the mood was met with a sour expression.

"Look I'm sorry about what happened before, but we can't have hunters running around Mystic Falls. We've got enough problems as it is."

"I know." *yn* conceded. "That's why I want to talk to him. To both of them. To convince them to leave town."

Her words made Damon raise a brow, "you really think that's gonna work?"

*yn* sighed and shrugged, "maybe?"

"I don't know." She confessed as Damon shot her a skeptical look. "Maybe if I explain to them what's going on they'll realise they're in over their heads. They're looking for their dad anyway, they might move on and focus on that."

"*yn*, I know I don't know the guy, but your pretty boy friend doesn't really seem like the type to just walk away."

Damon was right. Of course he was right. *yn* knew that there was no way in hell Dean Winchester was just going to throw in the towel and let a bunch of vampires run around a town unchecked. But she had to at least give it a try.

"Just let me try Damon. Please." He was wavering just from one imploring look from her. He really needed to work on getting back his spine. Back to who he was when he first arrived back in Mystic Falls. But who was he kidding, he'd had a soft spot for her the second he'd laid eyes on her.

He let out a defeated sigh, "and if it doesn't work?"

"You can compel them to forget everything they saw here and make them leave town for good." She responded without even skipping a beat.

Damon's eyes narrowed at her answer as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Her doe eyes were even wider than usual as she looked up at him imploringly. He swore that she was even blinking slower on purpose. She was getting a little too good at bargaining for his liking. She was also getting a little too good at manipulating him.

"You've been hanging around me for too long." A small smile appeared on her lips at the sound of his relenting. "But fine, you get until the end of the day to get them out of here willingly and not a moment more."

"Thank you."

"Ah ah ah-" She had only taken a few steps and he was in front of her once more.

"This conversation is so not over missy."

"What else is there to say?" Her question came out more harsh than she intended. But she knew that Sam would be counting down the minutes until an hour had passed and would be on her if she wasn't on her way with Dean. That he'd get in his car and kick down the door to find Dean. Then things would really go to shit.

Something changed in Damon's eyes at her words. The mood shifting as his jaw set and his gaze hardened.

"What else is there to say?" He repeated. *yn* knew instantly that she'd said the wrong thing.

"Damon-"

"I don't know, maybe talking about the fact that your last name isn't even really your last name, that I don't really know anything about you, that you lied to me about everything?"

"I wanted a fresh start when I got here, I wanted to forget about what my life was like when I was a hunter." She defended herself, standing her ground as he glowered down at her.

"And then when I realised what was going on here, do you really think I was going to run around telling everyone I was a hunter?"

"I'm not talking about everyone *yn*, I'm talking about me. You lied to me." His eyes were like blue flames, burning wild with anguish as he took a few steps towards her.

She scoffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Do you remember what you were like when you first arrived here? All you cared about was getting Katherine out of that damn tomb. You would have killed me the second you found out."

Her words were designed to hurt, and they found their mark perfectly. She could see the pain dance on his features as her weapon embedded into him, twisting in right where it hurt.

"That was then. This is now. That was before I-" He cut himself off as he stared down at her. His tongue darted over his lips as his jaw clenched.

*yn* felt her heart hammer in her chest as she studied him. She could have sworn his eyes darted down to her lips for a split second before they locked with hers once more.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" His tone was soft this time. Less angry, more hurt. More desperate.

Her lips parted but no words came out as she looked up at him. His eyes were searching hers, desperately trying to find an answer to his own question.

"I don't know." She finally admitted quietly.

She could see him shutting down immediately. That stone cold look that crossed his face was one she was all too familiar with. The one when he was hurt and wanted to lash out.

"Damon wait-" Her hand encircled his wrist before he could storm off.

"I was scared to tell you because I was worried you would react like this." She explained as he swung around to glare at her. "Please." She lowered her tone -

"don't."

He knew what she was really asking. What she was begging. But she didn't want to say it out loud. Don't go and hurt someone because you're upset at me. Which was exactly what his first instinct was.

To lash out and go find some poor innocent schmuck and sink his fangs into their artery. To drink until he was drunk and delirious off their blood. Until he could barely even remember why he was upset.

To forget that the girl he was in love with had just admitted that she might have lied to him for the rest of her life.

"Don't ask me to do something you know I can't do *yn*." He spat back. She took a step towards him.

"I'm the bad guy remember?" He sneered, the veins under his eyes rippling under the surface to prove his point.

"You and I both know that's not true Damon." Her tone was soft, soothing. Another step closer. She still hadn't let go of his wrist.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Her words were eroding away his murderous anger. His breathing slowing as he watched her bring a hand up to gently trace the veins under his eyes.

"I would never hurt you."

"I know." She nodded.

She could feel her heart beating against her ribcage as she finally released his wrist and dropped her hands to her side.

"After this is all over I'll tell you everything."

"Is that a promise?" His tone was teasing as one side of his lips twitched up into a smirk.

She knew that he was lightening the mood for her benefit, to show that he wasn't going to go and take out his anger on something - or someone.

"Yeah."

This time she knew it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her, because Damon's eyes lingered on her lips for what felt like an eternity. She swallowed as his eyes dragged up to meet hers. Had he been standing this close the whole time?

"It's a promise." She whispered back, nodding her head. This time it was her turn to glance down at his lips as she spoke.

*yn* could have sworn Damon started leaning in when the tinny voice of Taylor Swift erupted from her jean pocket.

"Uh-" *yn* took a step back from Damon as she hurriedly fished her phone out.

She cursed under her breath when she saw the contact name flashing on the screen. She shot him an apologetic before pressing the phone to her ear.

can't you see that I'm the one who understands you- Taylor was cut short as she accepted the call.

"Sam, hey listen-" Damon rolled his eyes.

"Where the hell are you guys? It's been over an hour *yn*."

"I know I'm sorry I- we got caught up." She avoided Damon's unimpressed gaze as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Look we're on our way. I can meet you at mine in twenty minutes, I'll text you the address. Ok?"

There was a pause on the other line as Sam deliberated her words. "Fine, yeah ok. I'll be there."

She let out a relieved sigh as she hung up.

"Your house in twenty minutes huh?" Damon queried as he watched her type in her address.

"You said you'd give me till the end of the day. You didn't say he had to stay locked up." She countered as she shut her phone and slid it into her back pocket.

"Hm." Damon hummed as he studied her, "have you always been this slippery?"

"I learnt from the best." She shot him a sarcastic grin before heading off back towards the house.

"Like I said, you've been hanging around me too long."

It was as if that moment that had just transpired between them had been a figment of her imagination as the pair walked alongside each other. They were right back to how they usually were around each other. Sarcastic, mean, slightly flirty.

Platonic.

Maybe she really had imagined it, maybe he hadn't been leaning in like he was about to kiss her.

"The keys are just outside the cell door." Damon told her once they were standing in the entrance of the boarding house.

"You're not staying?" *yn* watched as Damon shrugged on one of his leather jackets.

"Negative, gotta check out Ric's lady doctor friend." His answer made her raise a brow.

"Does Ric know?"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I'm doing him favour, what if he's got a good old bunny boiler on his hands?" He shrugged innocently, his eyes shining with amusement.

"Mmhmm, I'm sure he'll definitely see it that way."

"Your confidence in me is touching, truly." He placed a hand over his heart which made her roll his eyes.

"Just try not to do anything too stupid." Was all she answered with as she began to head down towards the basement.

"Did you really carve those devil trap thingies in everyone's houses?" Damon called out just as she reached the cellar door.

Her fingers floated just above the handle as he spoke. A smirk was painted on her face as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Look under your rug." Her eyes flickering down to the rug placed at the front door.

His brow furrowed in confusion as she disappeared down the stairs. He glanced down at the rug beneath his feet. There was no way. Surely he would have noticed.

He stepped off the rug and crouched down, yanking it back in one sweep of his arm.

"Huh." He blinked a few times and pursed his lips as he stared down at the timber.

A huge circle with a pentagram sort of shape inside it was indeed carved into the wood. Intricate symbols and words he didn't recognise littered throughout.

"Well that's new."

The Woods - Mystic Falls, 1 Year Ago

*yn* weaved her way through the throng of teenagers that were gathered around the bonfire. She watched as two girls in her class made their way towards the main gathering, red cups filled with punch in hand. Away from the source. She stepped over a couple making out on the ground as her hands found the flask.

*yn* cursed under her breath as she heard her name being called over the raucous laughter and chatter. She slid the flask back inside the pocket of her jacket before turning around to face Caroline.

"Where the hell have you been? "

"Sorry I uh- someone was really wasted so I was just making sure they were ok." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder.

"Well come on, we're going to play truth or dare."

"I'll be there in a second."

Caroline rolled her eyes, "whatever I'm going to see if I can find Matt."

*yn*'s brow furrowed, "I thought you were with that Damon guy?"

"Ew *yn* no he's a jerk." Caroline's face screwed up in disgust. "Ugh god does anyone ever listen to me?" She threw her arms up dramatically as she stormed off, disappearing into the crowd.

"Sorry Care!" *yn* called out, but her apology was swallowed up by the pulsing music and shouts.

She sighed and turned around to find the beverage table but was stopped by a firm chest.

"Was hoping I'd see you tonight, Young." *yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she looked up at Tyler Lockwood.

"Wish I could express the same sentiment, Lockwood."

"C'mon Young." His hand gripped her wrist stopping her in her tracks before she could move past him. "Let loose with me."

"Hm, hard pass." She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "But thanks." She shot him an emotionless smile before turning on her heel.

"Bitch." Tyler mumbled under his breath.

"Nice one Ty."

Tyler rolled his eyes as Matt appeared beside him, drinking deeply from his cup.

"Whatever man, I'm going to find Vicky."

*yn* glanced over her shoulder as she slipped out of the clearing and into the woods. The music and voices faded quickly, masked by the dense trees that now enveloped her.

She wasn't very far from the party, but the darkness and silence that surrounded her made her feel strangely isolated. She quickly approached the table that was home to the punch bowl and the beer keg, glancing over her shoulder one last time before leaning over it and pulling out the flask.

"I don't think we've met before."

The unfamiliar voice made her stiffen. She rose up, swallowing down her nerves as she stuffed the flask back into her jacket pocket and turned around.

Piercing green eyes shaped by jet black hair and a stomach-churning smirk stared back at her. She knew who he was instantly. A chill ran up her spine as he took a step closer to her.

He cocked his head as he studied her intently. *yn* straightened up, determined to mask any fear she had as she stared back at him.

"Wow how have I managed to survive until this moment." His smirk widened at her sarcastic tone.

He liked a challenge.

"I'm Damon." He mirrored her steps, blocking her path back to the safety of the group.

"I know."

"Ah so you've heard of me." He wriggled his brows as he grinned down at her.

"I've heard about how much of jerk you've been to Caroline, to Elena, to your brother. Actually, to pretty much everyone in town. So yeah, I'd say your reputation proceeds you."

"Well Caroline's always been a little bit-" His finger twirled in circles next to his ear.

"And I mean my baby brother come on, with that hero hair of his? He was born a drama queen."

She let out a huff as he once again stopped her from getting around him.

"Hold on a minute.." Damon held up his hands, "Caroline has told me about all of her little friends..." He trailed off as he studied her for a few moments. His eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers as he pointed at her.

"You must be *yn* Young." He grinned, "am I right?"

"Ding ding ding we have a winner folks, head to the exit to collect your prize." She drawled, a roll of her eyes as she tried one more time to get around him.

"Caroline did tell me you were quite the sarcastic one."

"How sweet of her."

He let out a hum of acknowledgment at her words as his eyes raked up and down her body.

"What are you doing with that flask?"

His question caught her off guard, she thought she'd hidden it before he could catch a glimpse of it.

"You know I'm all for a good time but spiking the punch bowl?" He let out a low whistle. "That's pretty twisted, even for me."

*yn* gritted her teeth, not saying anything as she glared at him.

"Hand it over."

A roll of his eyes and a huff as she stayed still. "I can hear the liquid swishing against your rib, come on." He extended his palm out.

She remained composed as she slowly reached into her hidden inner jacket pocket and pulled out the small flask. She watched as he snatched it from her and twisted open the cap.

"This isn't alcohol." He stated as he sniffed it hesitantly.

"What the hell is this?"

"Water." She answered him.

"Don't lie to me." He gripped her shoulder as his eyes bore into hers. "What is in the flask?"

This is what Elena had told her about. The compulsion. At least she knew that the vervain worked because she could feel her lips beginning to form the words 'fuck off'. She clamped her mouth shut before she could say them.

There was no point in antagonising him further. He was still a vampire who could rip her head from her shoulders before she even had a chance to blink. She could just tell him a sanitised version of the truth.

"Holy water." She answered him.

A chuckle escaped his lips at her words. "Holy water? I'm sorry sweetheart but I don't think even holy water could purify these teenagers."

His laughter faded as he studied her, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the flask and then back at her.

"Why?"

"To protect against monsters, like demons."

Her answer seemed to actually take him by surprise, a brow jerking up at her words. His shock was quick to vanish, replaced by an amused expression.

"I hate to break it to you but-"

She tensed up as she watched him tilt the flask upside down, letting the liquid poor all over the ground.

"-holy water won't do you much good." He tossed the empty flask to the ground.

"- especially around here, I mean with all these animal attacks lately, who knows what's prowling out around here."

*yn* swallowed as the atmosphere changed. The way his eyes darkened didn't go unnoticed by her either. She felt a chill run up her spin as his tongue darted out, running along his top lip. The whites of his teeth flashed back at her.

He took a step towards her. Like he was stalking his prey.

"Lucky I'm not alone then, right?"

He snickered, "Not so lucky I'm afraid."

Her heart pounded as she watched his face morph into that of a monsters right before her eyes.

"I wouldn't." Her calm tone even took herself by surprise. "I've been drinking vervain, wouldn't taste very nice I'm afraid."

He took a step back in surprise, his jaw falling open slightly revealing the two fangs that were now protruding from his gums. He hadn't considered that she might know what he was.

"Well, that is a shame." An animalistic grin twisted up onto his lips.

"I'm sure you would taste divine."

"Shame you'll never find out." She felt queasy at his words, watching as he licked his lips as he studied her.

"Drinking vervain doesn't stop me from ripping your heart out of your chest."

"Your right, it doesn't." She nodded, taking a step towards him as she squared her shoulders.

"But you see, I've collected all of this evidence about you and your brother that's sitting in an email scheduled to be sent to the Founder's Council."

Damon faltered at her words, emboldening her further.

"And if I'm dead, well." She paused as she cocked her head slightly. "There'll be no one to stop that email from being sent by the end of the evening."

Her words made his eyes narrow, watching as a taunting smirk twisted up onto her lips. "And you can kiss the dream of getting Katherine out of that tomb goodbye."

"How do you-"

"*yn*!" Damon turned around to see Elena and Stefan hurrying towards them.

"Are you ok?" Elena asked as she glanced between the pair.

"Yeah Elena, I'm fine." *yn* nodded as she turned her attention back to Damon who was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his features.

"Was just getting to know Damon a little bit better, right Damon?"

A tight lipped smile appeared on Damon's face as he stared back at her.

"Right."

Mystic Falls, Present Day

"Come on you stupid thing."

Dean paced around the cell, his cellphone held up to the ceiling. He cursed as the 'No Signal' continued to flashed back at him. Only once his arm started aching in protest did he finally admit defeat.

He froze at the sound of footsteps descending the steps. He shoved his phone into his pocket and approached the door, peering through the bars of the cell door. He pursed his lips, his face void of emotion as *yn* appeared.

"Sam's ok." She said it before Dean even had the chance to open his mouth.

The sigh of relief that Dean tried to compress bounced off the basement walls. She could feel those green eyes on her as she crossed the length of the basement to one of the storage chests.

"I thought you'd have at least tried to pick the lock." Dean watched as she opened it. He swallowed. She was wearing denim shorts that slid up her thighs as she bent down over it.

"Don't worry your friends made sure to 'compel' me to not try and escape." He answered, his eyes darting up to her face as she turned to face him.

"That is what you guys call it isn't it? The thing they do when they take away people's free will."

*yn* refused to let his jab illicit a physical response from her as she approached him, a water bottle now in hand.

Dean raised a skeptical brow as she slid the water bottle through the bars. His forehead furrowed when he saw that there was a sort of herb that he didn't recognise floating in the liquid.

"It's a herb called vervain. Vampires won't be able to compel you while it's in your system."

He hesitantly took it from her outstretched hand upon her explanation and examined the herb close up. For a split second a small voice piped up inside his head, "what if this is some sort of trick?"

He glanced up at her to see that she was observing him intently. With the exact same look that her dad used to have on his face when he was on a job. One look at her and those doubts were pushed to the side. He knew deep down he could trust her. He unscrewed the lid and pressed the bottle to his lips.

"So this is really gonna stop those vamps from screwing with my head?"

"Consider it a peace offering." She shot him a tight lipped smile as he wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand.

He screwed the lid back on and studied her for a few moments. Their last conversation was playing on an audio loop in his mind, acting as the soundtrack for the image of her anguished features.

"Listen, about what I said before-"

"- you don't need to say anything." She cut him off, waving her hand dismissively.

"I probably would have said the same thing if the roles were reversed. If two years ago you would have told me this was my life I-" She shook her head and chuckled humourlessly. "You're probably right."

"Maybe." He nodded as he leant against the bars. "Doesn't make me any less of a jerk for saying it."

He felt a smile threaten to tug on her lips as a soft laugh escaped her lips. That was the closest thing to an apology she'd probably ever get from Dean Winchester.

"I won't argue with you on that one."

"Your boyfriend know you're here?"

Her eyes rotated in their sockets at his question. "Firstly, not my boyfriend." She leant over and grabbed the key from its hook.

"You might want to tell him that." Dean muttered, earning a pointed look from *yn*.

"Secondly." She chose to ignore his comment as she slid the key into the lock. "He does."

"He must really trust you then, if he's willing to let you be alone with the enemy." His words made her hand still mid twist.

"Has it ever occurred to you that we might be on the same side?" All humour had vanished from her features.

Her question made a dry chuckle escape Dean's lips. "We hunt supernatural beings. Unless I've missed the part where vampires are suddenly considered natural-" He shook his head.

"Sweetheart we are definitely not on the same side."

She nodded slowly at his words, "you know I used to think the same thing."

She pulled the key out of the lock and examined it.

"That everything was black and white. Good and evil. Hunted or hunter. Like our dads taught us. If a thing was supernatural you just killed that son of a bitch, no questions asked." Her words were slow. Thoughtful. Calm.

"Until I moved here. Until I saw some of my closest friends turn into vampires. Into werewolves. And afterwards they still cried, still laughed, still loved." Her voice was wavering slightly now as all the events from the past year washed over her like a tidal wave.

Dean was staring at her intensely, clinging onto every word like it was a cliff's edge.

"They're still human, at the core of their being. In their soul. And it made me realise that maybe there is a grey area in all of this. That not all supernatural creatures are monsters. In fact from my experience, some of the most terrifying monsters I've met-"

The key was sliding back into the lock now.

"Are human."

The door swung open, the barrier between them vanishing. A few moments passed as they stared at each other. *yn* stepped to the side to indicate he could leave the cell.

"Jesus." Dean finally spoke, clearing his throat as he stepped over the threshold. "You sound exactly like Sammy."

His words were light, sarcastic. Deflective. Like it always was when he was faced with an uncomfortable conversation. He'd been the same at 18.

But she could tell by the way his eyes lingered on her that her words had had an effect on him.

"I knew there was a reason he's always been my favourite." Her tone teasing as she hung the key back onto the hook.

The tension and angst that had hung over them only moments ago had cleared now much to both their relief.

It was strange to *yn*, how she could jump so easily, so comfortably, from something so angsty to so light. It was the same with Damon.

"C'mon sweetheart it isn't nice to lie."

He was smirking now as she brushed past him. She paused as she reached the bottom of the stairs "I never said I was nice."

Dean's brows raised as she shot him a wink before starting the ascension.

He let out a breath as he watched her.

"Come on!" Her words jolted Dean into action as he hurried after her.

"Where are we going exactly?" He asked as he followed her up the stairs and towards the foyer.

"My house, Sam's waiting for us." *yn* answered as she neared the door. Dean's eyes fell on the rug in the entrance way.

"To have that catch up, you know the one that we were supposed to have today before you guys took it upon yourselves to ignore me and get caught."

Dean was only half listening as his attention slid to the wooden slats that were no longer obscured.

"Did you do this?"

*yn*'s eyes followed his, "that one and about thirty others around town."

At her answer, his eyes traced the engraving, soaking in the intricate symbols that were carved to near perfection.

A grin spread across her lips as he lifted his head to look up at her. Words weren't needed to convey his awe. He was impressed. Almost jealous even. He'd been carving these things a lot longer than she had.

"C'mon Winchester, don't act so surprised." She pulled open the front door before glancing over her shoulder.

"You can never really leave the job. Even if you try and convince yourself you can. You and I both know that."

Dean watched as she disappeared out the door. His eyes fell to the carving once more as he shook his head.

Yeah, he was in trouble.

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