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Alive||D.S.

Request: @bvbwestfall “season one damon x short shy reader meets at the mystic grill”

Summary Damon doesn’t hesitate to make you feel alive.

Warnings: compulsion, feeding, cussing

A/N: First off, my original draft was deleted somehow, so I’m sorry this took so long. Second, I have a cat purring in my ear and demanding attention, as well as a German Shepherd that is definitely not supposed to be on the couch and is trying to get into my lap as a loophole... so

You slid your cardigan off of your shoulders, sliding it onto the back of the chair you were sitting in. You had decided to come to the Grill to study for a test you had next week. Studying in a public place was easier for you than studying at home where it was quiet. You typically didn’t like crowds, but they made fantastic background noise.

You ordered an appetizer to snack on while you studied, rewarding yourself with food when you completed a task or got a question right.

The little bell on top of the door rang for probably the thirtieth time that night, but you decided to look up, whether from procrastination or just curiosity, who knew.

Your eyes met a handsome man, with blue eyes and black hair. A cruel smirk spread across his face as his eyes raked across the Grill, as if looking for a threat. When he seemed satisfied with what he saw, he sauntered over to the bar, ordering a bourbon from the bar tender.

Your phone buzzed, snapping you back to reality. You had homework to do and that didn’t include staring at handsome men. You started to work again, the man’s smirk in the back of your mind the whole time.

~~~

After over an hour of studying, you were finally satisfied with your work for the night. You ordered yourself a chocolate lava cake as a reward for working, something you rarely did, but decided you deserved this time.

Your waitress brought out the lava cake with two spoons, with caused you to furrow your brows in confusion. You didn’t have long to think it over before the man from earlier sat across from you, grabbing a spoon, and using it to shove a bite of your cake in his mouth.

“Excuse me,” you said softly, terribly shy, but deeply enraged that this man had eaten your food.

“Yes, darlin’?” He asked, meeting your eyes and giving you the smirk from earlier.

“Well,” you hesitated, looking into his eyes, “you ate my food.” The man gave you a smirk and tilited his head, signaling ‘and?’ You huffed and grabbed your bag, getting ready to leave.

“Ah ah ah, sit down,” the man motioned with his finger, his eyes catching yours, “and tell me what you really want to say.” Your body sat without you and before you could stop yourself, you started to get angry with the stranger.

“I don’t think it’s very polite of you to come over and start eating my dessert, without even asking permission. The desserts here are small enough as it is and I’ve had a frustrating week. The last thing I want is to deal with a handsome stranger eating my food and thinking it’s alright!” My voice raised, not loud enough for others to hear, but loud enough that he knew I was pissed. I settled down into my seat when I was done, crossing my arms, feeling much better and buzzing with adrenaline after letting out how I felt.

The man chuckled. “You think I’m handsome?” I huffed in disbelief. “I was going to take care of the dessert for you and I only wanted one bite. You can’t possibly think I’m that rude.” His eyes challenged me to prove him wrong.

“Actually, I do. You think you can just walk in here with the stupid smirk of yours and just do whatever the hell you want. You may be handsome but your attitude-”

“You can be quiet now, princess.” He said, my mouth snapping closed. He set enough money down on the table to cover my bill and slid his hand into mine. “C’mon doll, you wouldn’t walk to miss your chance to tell me how you feel some more.” I huffed and unwillingly stood up, following him out to an old car that was in surprisngly good condition.

“What’s your name, princess?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Damon.”

~~~

After about a ten to fifteen minute drive, he pulled up in front of a fairly large, gorgeous house. He flashed around the car at an inhuman speed and opened the door, pinning me against the car before I could do anything.

“You will not run, you will not scream or cry for help, got it Y/N?”

I felt myself nod, eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks. Damon’s hand intertwined itself in mine again as he pulled me into the house, slamming me against the wall after pushing the door shut. His lips moved to my neck, kissing and sucking, and before I could let out a moan, it hurt. He had bit me, but I found myself unable to move or shove him away.

Damon pulled back after a few seconds, mouth covered in my blood, his eyes dark. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my heart racing like crazy.

“How did that feel, princess? Tell me you enjoyed it.” His eyes narrowed, staring me down.

“It felt amazing, and I feel so alive.” As Damon moved to bite you again, the front door whined as it opened. Damon smirked and pulled you against his chest, whispering in your ear to stay quiet.

“Hello, brother.”

Fin.

A/N: I don’t feel great about this, soooo I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted.

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#damon salvatore #damon salvatore imagines #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #vampires #damon imagines #feeding imagines

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