#delena*

[userlaylivia]

a ship so good it permanently alters your brain chemistry.

[atlasshrugd]

no but the thing is, when the hero falls in love with the villain she is falling in love with the darkest parts of herself. she is owning her shadow and the owning makes her stronger. it is not about whether a ship is toxic or romanticising abuse because it’s not about two individuals. the struggle is not one between two people, just like the love is not between two people. when the hero falls in love with the villain she is loving herself. when she loves herself she is stronger, better, able to transform darkness instead of running from it. at the moment of loving, a person changes. the loved changes. and the love of the villain changes the hero. it’s all about this, don’t you see?

[mortem0]

my love language is a violent immortal with no soul falling so in love with me that he completely changes himself for the better and worships the ground i walk on

[urdreamygirl]

Autumn in the early 2010s 🍂🕯️🤍

Elena Gilbert, Aria Montgomery, late 2000s fall, early 2010s fall, pretty little liars, the vampire diaries

[brooksdavis]

♡ ULTIMATE SHIPS MEME ♡ : Eating Together Scenes [2/5] ↳ Damon Salvatore & Elena Gilbert, The Vampire Diaries 1.09 ( 2009 - 2016 )

[writememysticfalls]

Roleplay | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Damon secretly fantasises about getting you pregnant. Is it just roleplay... or something more?

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, hubby!Damon

Word count: >1k

“You know all my sex fantasies. Why don't I know yours?” you asked.

You watched your boyfriend Damon unbutton his shirt in front of the mirror.

“Hmm, I love your fantasies,” Damon teased. “There's the one where I'm Count Dracula…” he murmured, crawling up the bed. His black shirt fluttered open, revealing his hard stomach.

“I only drink the blood of beautiful women,” he whispered, his fangs sliding out, “and only at night.”

His fingers were cold against your neck. He found your pulse, and sucked it gently.

You stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed. What were you talking about again?

“Hey!” you said, pushing him off. “You're trying to distract me!”

Damon shrugged.

In a flash, his back hit the wall, his eyes fluttering shut. “Your blood is like a drug to me, Bella,” he moaned.

“The Twilight one is a secret!” you hissed. “Your fantasies. Go.”

“Okay,” Damon said excitedly, crawling onto the bed. He lifted you so were straddling his strong thighs. His cool fingers ghosted your lower back, making you shiver.

“I have one fantasy…” he whispered, his cheeks pink. “About making a baby with you.”

You grinned. “So... just sex?”

“No!” Damon said, rubbing your thighs. “Literally making a baby. I dream about getting you pregnant.” He sighed. “I know it's impossible, but that's it.”

“Like what?” you asked.

Damon gulped. “Like…” his hands hiked up your shirt, “we've been talking about it, and we decide that tonight's the night. We're going to make the magic happen.”

“Wow…” you whispered. “Damon Salvatore wants to put a baby in me. I'm impressed.”

Damon pushed you back onto the pillow, his body moving over yours. “You like that - mommy?” he said, smiling shyly.

Damon, the guy who danced on rafters, was feeling shy. This had to be a big deal.

“Call me that again,” you murmured.

“Mommy,” he whispered, his face turning darker.

You gave him a long kiss. His mouth was gentle, but you could feel that his arms were tense, his whole body trembling.

“Tell me more,” you whispered in his ear.

“Hmm,” he started. “Well, we have a little baby boy, who we call Zach.”

“Zach?” you said.

“Yep,” Damon said, his eyes distant. “Little Zach’s a guy’s guy, so I can teach him to take cars apart, but he also loves running around in your high heels, which Kajol - that's his younger sister - finds hilarious.”

You moved to sit up, frowning. “Damon,” you said. “That's not a sex fantasy. That's a life plan.”

Damon smiled goofily. “What?”

“Oh my god,” you said. “You're serious about this. You actually want to have kids with me.”

You stood up. “How long have you wanted this, Damon?”

Damon stretched out on the bed on his stomach, his fingers reaching for you. “No…” he whispered. “Let's go back to the fun sexy stuff.”

“I'm twenty years old!” you said, staring at yourself in the mirror. “I can't have a kid. I practically am a kid.”

Damon sat up, scowling. “Goddamn it, Y/n. This is why I didn't want to tell you.”

“Well, you have. And now I know you want me to be a mom,” you said, your face flushed. “I need to think.”

“Don't go,” Damon breathed. He was trying to smirk, but his eyes were wide. “We'll drop the subject. Pinky promise.”

“I'm sorry,” you said. “I'm staying at a friend's house tonight.”

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An hour later, you opened the door to your friend's house to see Damon. He was in the same shirt, his hair still mussed up.

“Let me in, Y/n,” he said, his hand gripping the doorframe.

You pulled your dressing gown tighter. “I'm sorry. I need some space.”

Damon’s hand slid down. “So I secretly want kids! Big whoop. I'm 150 years old. I like tequila and one-night-stands just as much as the next guy - hell, more - but after a while, you get tired.”

“Exactly when did you decide you wanted to have kids with me?” you asked.

He licked his lips. “The moment I met you, okay? I'm sorry that scares you, but it's true. I saw you, and I instantly knew you were the woman I wanted to start a family with.”

Your heart was in your throat. You had always felt like Damon was hesitating, like he didn't want to define the relationship. Now you knew why. He wanted it all.

“Hey…” Damon said. “I'm happy doing the college thing with you for now! I was born to be a frat guy. Jello shots are my champagne.” His eyelids fluttered. “Honestly, the hot college girls are the main perk.”

“I don't know,” you said. “I'm gonna need time to decide if I want this.”

“I've waited a century,” Damon said lightly. “What's another decade?”

You slid your fingers down the doorframe. “Maybe we could adopt,” you said, smiling. “In the distant future.”

“So distant…” Damon said in a squeaky voice, his fingers fluttering away into the distance.

You bit your lip, fighting a smile. You could never stay mad at Damon.

You stepped out onto the porch. “Hey… daddy,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Damon grasped the sides of your head. He twined his fingers in your hair. “Oh, so the calling me daddy part is fine with you?”

“Mm-hmm,” you said, nodding.

Damon pulled you into his chest, inhaling the scent of your hair. “So… you like Charlie Swan, Bella’s dad?”

You shook your head.

“Oh no. It's Carlisle Cullen, hot papa doctor,” he corrected.

You laughed. “That's more like it.”

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[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 28. damon salvatore and elena gilbert - the vampire diaries

[alphinias]

pov: you are always team older brother

[blackthornluce]

The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017).

[deus-sema]

The idea of m/f ships where, in the most basic terms, a male villain is paired with a female hero has captured the imagination of many and will continue to do so despite all the pearl clutching and opposition to it on the grounds of it being problematic and what not. A simple reason is that this trope, if it can be termed as one, is considered by many to be thoroughly addictive and entertaining.

What it needs, in order to be done right, is one specific ingredient: The female character must be as fleshed out and nuanced as possible. She must possess individuality and her personality must standout, regardless of what role she has to play. She must have aspirations and motivations, be it small or big. She must keep evolving with the plot instead of remaining static. Her thoughts, actions and reactions must be coherent to the plot and her characterization. Her presence must be acknowledged at all costs. Likeable or not, her existence must not be overlooked, much less forgotten.

The finest 'problematic' ships, from my experience, are those in which the audience and/or readers feel compelled to understand and be invested in both parties, albeit in different degrees.

[vampirelon]

[dragonlands]

Elena Gilbert stops being boring the moment you stop viewing tvd as romance and start viewing it as a gothic horror of an underage girl groomed into an incestous love triangle between two serial killing brothers.

Her parents are dead and she only finds comfort in graveyards, her thoughts are filled with death. Then she meets these guys who CANNOT DIE and she even canonically says that's what drew her to Stefan (and let's be honest it's exactly the same with Damon). These older men want to protect her and they desire her obsessively and they form a weird, weird little family dynamic where Elena is constantly treated like a child. Elena latches onto these guys who don't only fill the role of boyfriends but also the role of parents. How she acceps the role as daughter/lover/victim of the Salvatore brothers could be fascinating if the narrative acknowledged it for what it is - horror.

[chewbacca]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES Season 1, Episode 13

[urdreamygirl]

Aria Montgomery

[brooksdavis]

9K MAKE ME CHOOSE:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ@redbelles ASKED: Aleksander/Alina or Damon/Elena?

You are, by far, the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my 173 years on this Earth. The fact that I get to die knowing that I was loved, not just by anyone, but you, Elena Gilbert. It's the epitome of a fulfilled life. It’s never gonna get any better than this. I peaked.

[writememysticfalls]

Bath Time | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Why was there a very wet, very naked Damon Salvatore in your bathtub? And how were you going to sneak him out?

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Angst

Word count: <1k

“You're so hot,” your date murmured, leaning in to kiss you on your bed. This was your first date since your boyfriend Damon died six months ago.

“I need to shower,” you said. “Before we… get down to it.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom. "I don't even like him, Damon…” you whispered, kissing Damon’s daylight ring. "But I have to move on.”

Just then, you realised the bath was full of hot water. Freaky - you had no memory of filling it.

You stripped, sank into the bath and shut your eyes.

Then, you got the strangest feeling.

It felt like Damon was in the bath with you.

You could feel his hard chest under your back. You could feel his fingers playing up your arm.

It was like those Sunday afternoon baths you would take with Damon, giggling when he soaped your chest a little too much.

You gasped as you felt a cool kiss on the side of your neck. Damon had been obsessed with your neck, attacking it till the skin was sore.

“Are you okay?” Rohan, your date, called.

“Ten minutes!” you yelled back.

Were you going crazy? If you were, you didn't care. This was the closest you'd felt to Damon in months.

You shifted in the tub, and you imagined Damon grasping the sides of the tub with his strong arms to steady you. You were used to hearing a clink as his daylight ring tapped the side of the bathtub.

CLINK.

You heard the noise - just as if Damon was here. That was impossible.

Stepping out of the tub, you wrapped Damon’s black shirt around your soapy body. You looked in the bathroom mirror.

Your heart stopped.

Damon was standing behind you in your reflection.

Damon was in his black shirt, with three buttons open. His hair was that jet-black nightmare that no amount of gel could tame. And he was smiling like you were the only girl in the world.

You began to sob. You spun around, but Damon wasn't behind you - you could only see him in the mirror.

“Shh, don't cry!” Damon said. “I didn't come back to make you sad.”

“Are you real, or am I going crazy?” you said.

Damon made a silly thinking face. “I’m on the Other Side, so I'm definitely real. You might be crazy, though. You’ve eaten pancakes every morning for six months. That's not exactly normal.”

“Shut up,” you sobbed. “Why are you here?”

In the mirror, Damon’s hands ran down your waist… your butt… Then he squeezed your bare thighs naughtily.

“Reason 1. You look so hot in my shirt,” he said. “Reason 2 is because that man wants to have sex with my girlfriend. So, I need to shove his you-know-what in a meat grinder.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Damon!” you said. “You told me to move on…”

Damon groaned. “That's just something you say! I didn't actually mean it, you numbskull!” His lip curled. “Rohan is way too old for you. And did you see his car? It's a Fiat 500. My girlfriend is not riding in that clown buggy.”

You weren't sure if you should laugh or cry.

“That car gives small sausage energy,” he whispered into your ear.

You laughed “Whereas your Chevy gives…?”

“Immense wiener,” Damon said. “I'm talking the Empire State Building.”

You laughed, then felt sad again. “I don't even want to date again,” you said. “I sleep in your shirt every night. But I'm so lonely.” You sighed. “I wish I could touch you.”

Damon paused. Then, he said, “You can.”

Suddenly, you could feel his arms circling you, strong and real. You turned around, and saw Damon there, in the flesh.

You kissed him till you couldn't breathe. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he spun you around with a groan.

“I'm so sorry!” you said, touching your forehead to his. “I gave up on you in six months. I'm a terrible person.”

“I know I should be okay with you moving on,” Damon said. “But I'm a bad guy, Y/n. I want you all to myself.”

He pushed you into the hot bath. Then, he stepped into the water fully clothed, his body hovering over yours. Jewels of water hung off his dark eyelashes.

Damon’s hands grasped both sides of the tub, trapping you. “The bad guy in me…” he murmured, “wants to tell you to never touch another guy.” His arms were tensed. “I want to tell you to cry for me forever.”

Damon leaned back. “But I can't be a bad guy with you, Y/n. So, go do hanky panky with Rohan. Just don't enjoy it too much.”

“I'll get rid of Rohan,” you said. “But how are you touching me?” Your heart thumped. “I know how spells work, Damon. There's always a price.”

“Ahh…” Damon said. “You got me. The reason I can touch you is because I’m leaving the Other Side. In a few moments, I'll be gone forever.” He gestured at the ceiling. “Into the white wishy-woo. At peace.”

“No!” you said, digging your nails into his back. “Why would you do that?”

He kissed you, his lips moulding against yours again and again. You felt dizzy.

“Because kissing you is so worth it,” he said, his voice breaking off into a whisper.

He smirked. “Sorry about Rohan, by the way. I think I made him mad.”

And just like that, Damon disappeared.

You were alone in the cold bath. You got dressed and went into the bedroom.

“I can't do this,” you told Rohan.

He stood up. “I figured.”

That was when you realised what Damon had done to Rohan’s car. The car had three words keyed into it. “SMALL DICK BASTARD.”

You laughed all the way home.

Damon Salvatore, you thought. How am I ever getting over you?

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