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Imagine: Imagina que és perita em artes marciais e que és praticamente uma heroína na tua cidade. Imagina que um dia durante as tuas aventuras conheces Ian Somerhalder ao cumprir mais uma das tuas missões. Meses depois ele confessa o que sente por ti e isso leva a algo mais quente.

Avisos: Nudez, Sexo.

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Sou uma pessoa solitária, mas gosto da atenção que a cidade me dá como uma “Heroína”.  Não há nada mais fácil do que fazer aquilo que está certo ainda mais quando o carro da polícia funciona a pilhas e o seu treinamento foi tirado de frases inspiradoras que podem ser lidas em cereais ou bolinhos da sorte.

Eu descendo de uma família muito tradicional e todos devem aprender o seu legado para que nunca deixe de existir no mundo...Artes Marciais. Outros miúdos também o aprendem, mas sou a melhor da turma e decidi usar isso em vantagem e fazer o bem.

Agora estou sentada no meu quarto ouvindo a minha música quando recebo uma chamada da minha melhor amiga (N/BF) que parece muito assustada e entusiasmada ou mesmo tempo, o que não costuma trazer nada de bom.

- Hey! O que se passa?!

- (T/N)! Tens de vir depressa, há uma fundação de animais que está a arder.

- O QUÊ!?- digo pulando da cama. - Como é que podes estar entusiasmada com isso.

- Porque vou poder ver a minha super melhor amiga atuar e gravar tudo para o meu blog.

- Tu não tens remédio! Estou a caminho.

Visto rapidamente o meu fardamento que era um pouco inspirado no da Lara Croft, para poder ter onde esconder as diversas armas e objetos e sigo rapidamente para o local do acidente. As chamas estão altas e ninguém pode entrar o que aumenta o perigo.

Sem pensar duas vezes entro no edifício pela janela que não está ainda com chamas e começo a soltar todos os animais quando uma voz a pedir ajuda chama a minha atenção. Acabo de libertar os animais e sigo a voz, tendo à minha frente o famoso Ian.

- Hey! Precisas de uma mãozinha?!- Digo sarcasticamente enquanto avalio a situação, nesta altura a janela está fora de questão não estando no primeiro andar.

- Seria muito bom! Pensei que não era qualquer um que entrava no edifício em chamas. - Eu sorri.

- Querido eu não sou qualquer uma. - Ele ia dizer qualquer coisa, mas o teto começa a ruir então agarro-o pela cintura e sem ter outra opção saltamos pela janela, usando uma pistola gancho para nos prendermos ao edifício.

Desde desse dia tornamo-nos amigos.

*Meses depois*

Hoje a cidade está relativamente calma então decidi aproveitar para estar com Ian, mas algo está a incomoda-lo e eu posso notar. Ele está estranho, encara-me por tempos indefinidos e tem uma almofada aberta no seu colo.

Ele está com uma camisola casual e uns jeans, já eu uso um top e uns calções curtos, para combater o calor que faz.

- Ian passa-se alguma coisa?

- N-não nada. - Diz enquanto aperta mais a almofada. Num movimento rápido tiro-lhe a almofada e a grande protuberância nas suas calças não passa despercebido assim como a cor nas suas bochechas.- Huh...eu.

Uma ideia passa-me pela cabeça e tiro-lhe as calças sentando-me em cima do seu membro. Ian fica surpreendido com a minha ação e para provocá-lo ainda mais enquanto me esfrego contra o seu membro, eu beijo e mordo o seu pescoço ouvindo os gemidos que escapam da sua boca.

Nós estamos em sua casa, sentados no sofá da sala vendo filmes e ele vive sozinho o que significa muita privacidade e muitas ideias maliciosas para testar.

- (T/N)...- Ele geme e eu aumento a velocidade, os seus olhos escurecem com o desejo e os meus próprios gemidos começam a ser ouvidos.

Ian não podendo mais muda as posições e agora estou sentada no sofá enquanto ele vai beijando e marcando o meu pescoço com beijos molhados e dentadinhas que fazem-me arrepiar.

Nós retiramos as nossas roupas rapidamente jogando-as em qualquer lado da sala. As minhas unhas enfiam-se no material do sofá enquanto ele depositava beijos em cada centímetro do meu corpo.

- Ian. - Gemo dando a entender o que eu quero.

Ele beija-me lentamente nos lábios deixando-me saborear o seu doce e delicado beijo olhando-me depois nos olhos como se pedindo permissão. Eu beijo-o novamente e levanto as minhas pernas movendo as minhas ancas contra a sua ereção indicando que ele pode seguir.

Ian avança com muito cuidado e começa a penetrar-me deliciosamente fazendo-me gemer. Alguns minutos depois as suas estocadas ficam mais rápidas perseguindo o prazer final de ambos, mas não vamos ficar por aqui, agora é a minha vez.

Volto a trocar as nossas posições e come a cavalgá-lo, ele acaba agarrando nas minhas ancas para me ajudar com o ritmo e assim permanecemos até ele decidir trocar as posições novamente e aumentar ainda mais o ritmo.

As suas estocadas estão a ficar descuidadas e a sua respiração está bastante pesada, ele deve estar perto do fim. Com mais algumas investidas o meu estômago começou a aquecer e as paredes contraem-se em redor do seu membro.

- Ian...- Tento avisar, mas uma onda de prazer toma conta do meu corpo quando o meu orgasmo me atinge deixando-me exausta, segundos depois Ian grunhe o meu nome e esconde a cara no meu pescoço ao se libertar.

Assim que as nossas respirações normalizam ele sai de mim e rola para o meu lado puxando-me para mais perto de si e planta-me um beijo, mais doce e apaixonado desta vez.

- Eu amo-te (T/N)! - Aquela revelação choca-me um pouco, mas logo um sorriso atravessa-se nos meus lábios.

- Eu também te amo Ian.

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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.”

---

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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roses are red ~ damon salvatore;the vampire diaries

word count: 2936

request?: yes!

@faithiegirl01​ : “Hi amor mio!! I’ve read though some of your other works and I absolutely love them. I was wondering if I could request a Hanahaki Disease fic with either Jasper hale, Damon Salvatore or possibly Steve Harrington? I’m just absolutely obsessed with these fics so so much right now. Useally I have a full blown summary to what I want with imagines, but this time I kinda just wanna let the artist do their thing. The only thing is that I don’t really like smut, but you can put it in if you want, I myself would just skip over that part. You don’t have to take this if you don’t want to, I just think it’d be a cute fic idea and that you’d write it very well.”

description: in which she develops a disease after realizing she’s in love with one of her best friends

pairing: damon salvatore x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of a fatal sickness (Hanahaki Disease)

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It was the way he looked at her; like he needed her more than the air he breathed. Like she was the most beautiful thing to ever walk the Earth. Like he wanted to worship the ground she walked on.

I wish he would look at me like that.

I don’t know exactly when I realized I had a crush on Damon. I had known him since he and Stefan moved to Mystic Falls. Of course, I thought he was attractive when I first met him, but I didn’t think of him in any sort of romantic way. At least, I didn’t think I did.

Until he told me he had feelings for Elena. Then, I started to have this bitter feeling towards Elena whenever she was around, especially when Damon was with her. It was like her very presence alone made me irritated and I couldn’t be around her for very long. Eventually, I was able to put two and two together to realize what was going on: I had fallen for the age old cliché of unrequited love for a friend who loved someone else.

It was so hard. I couldn’t just avoid Damon, he would know something was up. But watching him fawn over Elena when she was head over heels for his brother was extremely difficult.

Like right now, sitting at the bar in The Mystic Grill, watching Damon look at Elena and Stefan with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It was enough to make me want to order the strongest drink the bartender was allowed to give me.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Damon said, finally tearing his eyes away from Elena and Stefan.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “You have to get over her.”

He looked over at me. “What?”

I shook my head, realizing what I said would surely cause a fight. “Nothing.”

“No, tell me.” He didn’t sound mad, just genuinely curious. I could’ve made something up, or insisted it really was nothing. I could’ve easily avoided any sort of conflict.

But instead, I said, “You need to get over your feelings for Elena. It’s kind of sad to watch you pine over your brother’s girlfriend.”

The bartender passed us our drinks. I immediately downed the contents of mine, wincing at the bitter taste and burning feeling of the liquid running down my throat. Damon took a moment longer to drink his.

“You think I haven’t tried?” he asked. “To get over Elena? You think I want to feel this way about my brother’s girlfriend?”

“Drinking and having meaningless sex isn’t ‘getting over’ her,” I pointed out. “That’s just coping mechanisms. You need to actually move on.”

“I’m fucking trying,” he snapped. “But it feels impossible. She’s all I can think about. And she’s always at our place because of Stefan, which makes it worse.” He paused to take another sip from his drink. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anyone in this town that I would consider dating.”

His words felt like a knife through my chest. I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. If that was how he felt, then fine. But it didn’t make his confession hurt me any less.

I ordered another strong drink before saying, “Well, maybe you should try at least. It’s annoying to watch you go after your brother’s girlfriend when she’ll never feel the same way for you.”

A tense silence fell over us. Damon downed the last of his drink before standing from his chair. He pulled some money from his wallet and threw it down onto the counter. I watched as he left the restaurant in a huff. Elena and Stefan shared a look before looking over at me, but I turned away before they could lock eyes with me. I had to admit, what I said was harsh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it the way I did, but I just felt hurt. Not that he would know that, but my pain wasn’t making me think straight.

I took my drink and downed half of it in one mouthful again. The minute the bitter liquid was gone, I started to cough. I thought maybe it had gone down the wrong way, but then the coughing became harder until it felt like something was coming up in my throat. I quickly ran to the bathroom and collapsed next to the toilet just as something finally came up. I spit it into the toilet and sat back. I was absolutely shocked at what I had seen.

Several flower pedals floating in the water.

~~~~~~

A few days later, I was sat in my doctor’s office. After the first time at Mystic Grill, I had started coughing up more flower pedals. Even in a world that included vampires, werewolves, and witches, I had a feeling that throwing up flower pedals was not normal.

I thought my doctor would want to run some sort of tests to see what was going on, if he even believed me at all. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. I barely believed it and I was the one experiencing it. But when I told him what was going on, his face dropped. I suddenly felt very nervous by his reaction.

“Miss. (Y/L/N),” he said. “This is...very serious.”

“I kind of figured,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “(Y/N), this is an illness that’s still very new. We don’t know too much about it yet because it’s very rare.” I sat up a little straighter, my heart starting to pound. “What we do know is that it’s called the Hanahaki Disease. It was first noted in Japan, thus the name being a combination of two Japanese words. There’s not a lot known about how someone gets it, except the fact that unrequited love is involved.”

Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m throwing up flowers because of my crush on Damon?!

“So, what can be done?” I asked. “There has to be a cure or something discovered for this, right?”

The look the doctor gave me didn’t give me a lot of hope. “There’s been attempts at a surgical procedure that will remove the flowers from your respiratory track.”

“Attempts?” That doesn’t sound promising.

“Well, the procedure works. The thing is...it takes away your feelings for the person you have unrequited feelings for. Feelings you will never get back. Which may sound like a good thing, but that includes friendly feelings. With this surgery, you’ll just become apathetic towards the person you had feelings for.”

Okay, that was definitely less than ideal. I would love to lose these romantic feelings for Damon. It would make seeing him fawn over Elena a lot less hurtful. But, if it took away all feelings for Damon, including friendly feelings, then our friendship really would be over, and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. That was the whole reason I hadn’t told him I liked him in the first place.

“That’s the only way to get rid of this?” I asked.

“The only other way is if the love is reciprocated, and I mean romantically not just in a friendship way.”

Well, that’s not happening.

“Can I think this over?”

The doctor gave me a look that I could only describe as pity. “You can, but try to come up with a decision soon. This illness is fatal if left for too long untreated.”

That should’ve been enough for me to agree to the surgery on the spot. My life was at risk so the solution would be a no brainer to anyone else. But there I was, days after my doctor’s visit, sat in my house with no decision having been made. My condition was getting worse. I could barley go a few minutes without coughing up a flower. I knew I must not have too long left before the fatality of the illness finally got me. Again, that should’ve been enough for any normal person to choose the surgery immediately. however, I couldn’t make that decision when I knew it would mean I’d lose Damon.

I had been holed up in my room and basically pushed my friends away. I told them I wasn’t feeling well, but I didn’t go into any specifics. They still reached out to check on me, but I didn’t respond much.

I hadn’t heard from Damon at all since that night at Mystic Grill. That was probably for the best. Talking to him right now, considering my condition, was probably a bad idea and I’d prefer him hating me if I died over him knowing I was dying because I had feelings for him.

I was in bed in the darkness of my room when I heard a knock at my front door. I ignored it, thinking it was a salesman or something, and figuring they’d just go away eventually. But, when I didn’t answer, there was another series of knocks, followed by the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I sighed, which turned into another coughing fit and a few bright red pedals landing on my floor. I groaned and reluctantly pulled myself out of bed. It seemed whoever was at my door was not leaving until somebody answered. Maybe if it was someone annoying I could just cough some flowers on them and scare them away.

But when I opened the door, it wasn’t a salesman on the other side.

It was Damon Salvatore.

“You look like shit,” he commented.

“Thanks,” I croaked, followed by another coughing fit.

Damon’s face suddenly became serious as he reached out for me. “Jesus, you really aren’t doing well.”

“No, I’m kinda dying,” I responded before I could stop myself.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“No, Damon. I’m literally dying.”

I felt him tense. I started coughing again, this time actually coughing up a few flower pedals. I caught them in my hand before letting them flutter to the floor. Damon looked at them in a mixture of shock and confusion, before wrapping his arms around me and guiding me into my own house. I let him take me to my living room, and we both sat down on the couch. Damon took one of my blankets that I always left on the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“What did you do to make yourself start throwing up pedals and apparently be on the verge of dying?” he asked. He had one arm around me, and I let myself lean into him. I knew this was probably very bad for me, for my condition, but if I had little time left, I was going to allow myself to have this one moment with Damon.

“It’s some sort of new illness,” I said. “Something that starts with an H, a Japanese word I think the doctor said.”

“Geez, should I be worried about being so close to you then?”

I smiled. For the first time in many days, I was actually able to smile. “It’s not that kind of illness. The doctor said it...it stems from unrequited love.”

There was silence. I realized Damon had been running his hand idly up and down my arm. It felt nice. Despite having kept him away for so long, I was realizing now that I really did need to see him one last time. To just have one final moment of somewhat normalcy with him.

“So...you have feelings for someone...they don’t like you back...and now you’re dying?” Damon asked.

“Apparently so,” I responded. “It’s something rare, but it’s been happening.”

“Who would be stupid enough to not love you?”

I knew that shouldn’t have hurt me, but it did. It hurt because I knew he didn’t actually mean that. Not in the way I would’ve wanted him to. But I really, really wish he had meant it that way.

“Someone who is already in love with someone else.”

“Ah,” Damon said. “That’s...that’s rough.”

I nodded. “I guess you know how that feels.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a vampire and can’t get these sorts of illnesses then.”

“Lucky bastard.”

We both started to laugh, until I started coughing again. This time, it was a lot harsher of a cough, and I coughed out more flowers than I had ever at this point. I hunched over as the flowers came up in my throat and fell onto the floor. My chest burned with every harsh cough, and part of me wondered if this was the end. Was I going to die next to Damon? The irony of that was not lost on me.

I felt his hand against my back as I finally stopped coughing. There was basically a bouquet of flowers at my feet now. It could’ve been beautiful if these plants weren’t the thing that was killing me.

Damon pulled me back so I was in his arms again. My eyes felt heavy suddenly, so I rested my head in the crook of his neck and let them close for a second.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Now is the time to,” I mumbled back. “Who knows how much longer I have left?”

I meant it as a joke, but I could tell he didn’t appreciate it as much as I wanted him to.

“I’ve never loved Elena.”

My eyes popped open and I quickly sat up to look at him. “What?!”

“Okay, I can’t say never,” he clarified. “I did have some feelings for her when I first met her, but then when she got with Stefan and...and when I met you...those feelings went away.”

“When you met me?” I asked. He nodded. “Damon...are you...are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He wasn’t looking at me now. “Depends. What do you think I’m saying?”

“Are you trying to tell me that your feelings are for me, and not for Elena?”

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. His body language said everything. Damon Salvatore loves me, not Elena Gilbert.

There was a million and one things running through my head. I had no idea how to even respond to that. I was sure this was all some sort of hallucination caused by the disease. Like I was getting to see the one thing I wanted more than anything before I died.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. “Wait, no, more important question: why did you always act like you were so in love with Elena if you never were?”

“It felt easier than trying to admit to you that I had feelings for you,” he said. “I knew you never would’ve looked at me that way because you saw me as a friend. And Stefan had already clocked that I had feelings for Elena when I first met her, so I figured I would just lean into that until I could find someone else that captured my attention the way you did. But I couldn’t find anyone else, because there isn’t anyone else who makes me feel the way that you make me feel.”

He barely had the final word out before I was lunging at him, pressing my lips against his. It was a forward approach, I’ll admit, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was the words I had been waiting to hear from him for so long, and now that I was finally hearing them, it was like I didn’t have control of my body. I acted before my brain could process what we were doing. It took Damon by surprise, but it didn’t take him long to start kissing me back. He moved me so that I was actually sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his. His arms pulled me as close to him as I could get.

We kept kissing like that for so long that I didn’t even notice the heavy feeling on my chest had lifted, or the fact that I hadn’t been coughing up flowers anymore. I was so lost in Damon that I didn’t realize that the disease had been cured. I didn’t realize until Damon pulled away from our kiss and looked at me in shock. “Holy shit, you look so much better.”

“What?”

“You don’t look sick anymore.”

I stood quickly and rushed to the nearest mirror. He was right, I didn’t look as sickly anymore. And I felt like I could actually breathe again.

“Whoa, that happened fast,” I murmured to myself.

“How did it happen?” Damon asked, appearing behind me. “I thought it was an unrequited love thing?”

I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Damon...do you really not know who I was talking about earlier? After I literally just threw myself at you on the couch?”

I could literally see the gears turning in his head until his eyes lit up. “Me?!”

I chuckled and walked towards him. I cupped his face in my hands and leaned upwards to kiss him again. “Yes, stupid. I was talking about you.”

“You almost died because of me?”

“Kind of, but also because I was too chicken to tell you how I felt. But I’m not sick anymore.”

“Thank God for that.”

He pulled me in for another kiss. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I had never felt so good in my entire life. I just wanted to pause in this moment and live it over and over and over again.

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his eyes. he’s too fine for his own good

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Pls write about damon salvatore x y/n going skiing

ski cabin (damon salvatore x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

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warnings: damon, smut (i censor it so you can skip!): fingering, blood-sharing, unprotected vamp sex

a/n: i tried writing smut. might be a failure. might not. i have no clue. i just work here. also i wrote this while watching the matrix and eating homemade nachos

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Once upon a time, your life resembled a sense of normalcy. And then you met the Salvatores. Vampire brothers who seemed to attract trouble no matter where they went, and somehow, they had clung themselves to your life. You would love to blame Elena for this. Still, truthfully, you also had a fascination with their propensity for idiocracy and probably landed in this situation alone. The situation? Being a target for whatever big bad it was this week. 

It was decided that people should split up to minimize their chances of being caught. Unfortunately, you ended up with Damon Salvatore. Damon was the oldest of the Salvatore brothers and the most annoying. He was morally grey, somewhat self-serving, and handsome in a way that should be illegal. Sometimes, you thought he might be fond of you, but then he'd say something sarcastic and mean, and you'd remember why you loathed being around him. Since everyone split up, you and Damon opted to go to one of the nearby mountains, ending up at some ski lodge that some families would use more for vacation than for hiding. It was snowy, and the ice bit your cheeks as the wind tried to push you back aggressively. You sighed in relief when you finally got to the resort lodge and could breathe warm air. Annoyingly, Damon was barely frazzled. 

"We should ski," Damon said to you. You brushed your fingers through your hair, trying to get snow out as you glared at him. 

"I don't ski."

"Quitters talk," Damon sighed, taking in his surroundings. "Besides, what else is there to do? Besides each other." He whispered that last part to you, that stupid half-smirk on his face. You slapped him in the arm. He was a compulsive flirt at the worst of times. He also loved to ignore you when you expressed disagreement with what he said. So, he rented skis (he had no money, so you guessed compulsion) and forced you to suit up. You tried biting him when he attempted to help you, but you think that only added fuel to his fire. Waddling outside was even worse, as you relied on him most of the time. Looking at the snow-capped hills made fear grip your heart. You wished that the enemy would just kill you already. "Why do you look like you're going to throw up?"

"I don't like this."

"It's fun. We could be brooding in a cabin like my brother, but instead, we're in the great outdoors," Damon laughed. You tried shifting on your skis but felt your knees lock up. "Seriously, what's your problem?"

"I like having control over whether my body is going to eat shit or not."

"You and your control," Damon grumbled. "Y/N, learn to live a little." Shockingly, Damon was weirdly patient with you as he showed you the basics of skiing. He even helped you down the bunny slopes with minimal teasing. He taught you how to pizza, and when you felt yourself start to slip, he'd grab you and hold you upright. It was one of the few times where you weren't sniping at each other the whole time and instead actually having fun. Your body was exhausted when you returned to the lodge, and you were thankful to take off all the warm and heavy gear. Unsurprisingly, Damon immediately got himself a glass of bourbon. You got a hot chocolate and enjoyed picking the whipped cream off with your finger and licking it off. While you enjoyed your dessert, Damon went to find an available room in the lodge. He came back a few minutes later with a devilish smirk on his face. 

"I don't like that look," you mumbled, sipping more hot cocoa. 

"Guess what, princess? The only room left is a single bed," Damon fell next to you on the couch, throwing his arm around you against your protests. "Guess we'll be sleeping together after all."

"You're ruining my quality hot cocoa time," you hissed, pulling away from his arm. He just laughed, as he never took your threats that seriously. Why should he? You were human. He was a vampire. It was an unfair fight. 

You hadn't packed much when you ran, so you just tossed your backpack in the corner of your room when you got there. It was a queen-sized bed, at least, with an ensuite bathroom and winter cabin appeal. There wasn't a couch, just a scratchy-looking chair. You could sleep on the floor. 

"You're not sleeping on the floor," Damon said behind you, almost scaring you half to death. 

"I didn't say anything."

"I can hear you thinking," Damon muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at his proximity. He went to the lounge on the bed, laying back against the pillows, every bit emulating Adonis with how he wrapped his arms around the back as his face caught the light streaming through the window. Sometimes, you wondered whether Damon's favorite form of torture was just being the object of desire that was unattainable. Yes, he drove you up a wall, but you weren't stupid. He could be loyal when he wanted, and his body alone was sculpted by some vain artist who wished to achieve perfection. You could see his arm muscles, the sunlight dancing across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his lips. His eyes were the color of the sky reflected on the snow, a dangerous blue. Like a wolf just waiting for its prey to slow enough to make its bite. "Admiring the view?" he purred, turning to look at you. 

"Admiring a view, not necessarily you." You stepped closer into the room, removing the scarf and jacket around your neck. You kicked off your boots, leaving you in just your sweater and jeans. You pretended not to notice him watching your movements. There was a desk against the wall; you sat at the chair and faced Damon, curling your legs up under you. 

"You're scared of me," Damon said, turning back to face the window. 

"Am not," you huffed. 

"You think I'm gonna bite you?"

"Yes," you answer plainly. Frankly, you had yet to learn where you stood with Damon. Sometimes, he treated you like garbage; other times, you thought he would give up everything to protect you. 

"Come here," Damon sat up, moving to the end of the bed. You look at him with confusion. He huffs in frustration, grabbing you and pulling you onto the bed with him. You fall against the pillows with a yelp, glaring at the vampire as he sits back next to you. "I would never hurt you."

"You're not always the nicest," you mumble. "Sometimes I can't tell."

"Y/N, look at me," Damon grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "I'm damaged goods, but don't think that I would agree to hide out here with you if I didn't care. I do care. A lot." He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentler than expected. "The best thing about returning to Mystic Falls was meeting you."

Damon was never a subtle person, and he doesn't try to be one now as he leans down and kisses you. His hand cups your face, tilting your head back so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a sigh of contentment, which just fuels him further. He tasted like bourbon, and you found you enjoyed it. 

*smut!!! proceed only if you want to*

Your hand found its way to his hip, fisting the fabric as he moved to be above you. He was assertive but not rough, and it was something you appreciated. His hand dipped under your sweater, feeling its way to your waist and under your breasts. You let out a gasp as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving nips and kisses and, most likely, many marks. Your hand flew up to his hair, gripping the raven locks and causing him to growl. 

"You drive me crazy," he mumbled, helping you pull your sweater over your head. He kissed you again, his hand running over the smooth skin of your stomach. He pulled away when you shrank back, hesitant. "You're beautiful, don't worry." He dropped down, kissing over the expanse of your belly, helping you feel more comfortable. He kissed his way up to your bra, for once looking unsure. You gave him a smile as you sat up, reaching behind to unhook your bra and toss it aside. Damon wasted no time planting kisses and licks over, under, and in between your breasts. The moan you let out was embarrassing, but Damon was just encouraged. He came back up to your lips, his fingers still playing with your nipples. 

"I see you like my mouth now," Damon whispered. 

"I hate you," you kissed his jaw, leaving bites down his neck. It was your turn to smirk when he became the one making noises. Your hands ran under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his shoulders. He sat back to remove it, and you spent a second admiring his figure. The both of you feeling impatient, you pulled off both your pants, so you were left in your underwear. Damon flicked the waistband of your grey panties with a bow in the middle. 

"Cute."

"Do you always talk this much?"

"Only to girls I like."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy as his hands ran up your thighs. You pulled him down for a scorching kiss, already addicted to his lips on your own. One of his hands ran between your thighs, lightly touching your clothed center. You hissed into his mouth, and he only smirked. 

"Can I remove these?" Damon asked, looking at you. You nodded, shirking them so you were completely bare. You felt so vulnerable and yet comfortable in his presence. You sighed in pleasure when his finger found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make you crazy. When he entered you with his fingers, his thumb replacing the gentle motions on your clit, you let out a moan that was almost pornographic. You buried your head in his neck as he pumped his fingers in and out. If his touch was this heavenly, you weren't sure you were capable of learning what else he could do. You moved your hand to his briefs, but he nipped your jaw as a warning. "No touching." He removed his hand, leaving you feeling empty and disappointed. You were about to deliver a sarcastic retort. Still, it died on your tongue as he removed the last piece of clothing, and you were faced with his better-than-average member. Damon grabbed your calves, pulling you farther down the bed and situating himself between your thighs. He kissed you hard, lining himself up before pushing in slowly. The stretch was a lot, but the pleasure overrode it as you felt your head drop back in a moan. 

"Fuck," you swore, wrapping yourself around him as he started to move. He fit you in a way you hadn't experienced before, and you weren't sure who you'd become when he left you empty. 

"I should've done this sooner," Damon groaned, kissing your neck and shoulder. He let out a hiss of pleasure when your nails scraped across his shoulder blades. He pulled out, sitting back against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap. He helped you sit back down on him before you had time to complain about the temporary emptiness. His hands grabbed your thighs, helping you bounce on him. Both of you moaned, and your head fell back as you fell into a rhythm. 

"The sight of you coming apart on my cock, tits bouncing, is the best thing I've seen in my life," Damon smirked, leaning forward and attaching himself to one of your tits. You had no clever retort, nothing to match the sense of euphoria you were experiencing. You noticed the veins under Damon's eyes and used your thumb to brush them gently. 

"You can bite," you whisper, eyes widening at the dark overtaking his eyes, but you aren't scared. He didn't go for your neck like you thought; no, he sunk his fangs into the top of your tits. One of his hands gripped your hip, the other reaching between your legs to circle your clit. It was so much pain and pleasure at once that you raced towards a finish you had been nearing for a while. You came with a shout, head falling onto Damon's neck. He came after you, fangs detaching and a growl leaving his lips. 

*end of smut*

You separated, falling to rest next to Damon. He pulled you into his side, biting his wrist and touching your lips. You accepted the blood hesitantly, letting it coat your throat before pulling away. He kissed the top of your head, one of the most domestic things you had ever experienced. 

"Damon," you whispered, tracing his chest with your fingertip. He looked at you in question. "I would be open to being yours." You see a boyish smile on his face, something that makes him look the age he was turned and not the age he is now. 

"I think that can be arranged," he said, kissing you again. 

The next day, he took you skiing again, but you kissed at the bottom of the slope this time. 

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Day 15 of Kinktober: Vampire Training with Damon Salvatore

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

warning: making out

A/N: everyone who voted here’s what you wanted and i hope everyone likes it

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been a vampire for a few weeks and Damon is helping me on how to control myself. I got bitten by one of the older vampire’s and I’ve been lost and confused on what’s been happening to me.

“I’m going to help you control your body when you’re near anything like animals and humans, okay?” Damon says.

I get nervous, I don’t know if I can do this.

“I’m scared that I might hurt you or anything that’s near me.” I say nervously.

“You’ll get through this I promise Y/N, I’m going to get something, I’ll be right back.” Damon said.

Damon came back in a flash with a rat, I can’t do this.

“I can’t do this.” I say almost shaking.

“You can do it Y/N, I’ll take the rat away from you if this gets out of hand, okay?” Damon says handing me the rat.

I suck the rat’s blood which kinda tastes okay. When I felt done with sucking the rat’s blood, Damon took the rat out of my hand and looks at me if I react in a bad or a good way, I react in a good way for some reason.

“How are you feeling?” Damon questions.

“I have a feeling that making me want more but something is holding me back.” I try to say.

“That means that your body is telling you stop having the hunger of blood when you’re done drinking.” He says.

I feel like I’m accomplishing something which is making me feel good.

Damon brought me back to the Salvatore house and taught me more things, which involves a full moon. I never knew that the moon is going to be full tonight, I guess I have a lot of things in my mind.

“I’m going to bring you somewhere and it’ll help you not get out of control and I’m going to give you something that’ll help you as well.” Damon brings me to a cage that him and Stefen has.

I walk in the cage and Damon locks me in the cage.

“Can you stay down here with me?” I say looking at him.

“I’ll stay down here Y/N, oh here’s some whiskey.” Damon hands me some whiskey.

“Does it help me at all?” I asked looking at the glass of whiskey.

“There’s blood in the whiskey, that’s why I drink it.” Damon says.

I drink the whiskey which stings but it kinda has a little taste of whiskey in it.

I look around the cage and see some scratches on the walls and the floor, I’m actually terrified on what’s going to happen to me.

“Damon, can you come in the cage with me so if I do something bad you can help me with my transitioning to a vampire?” I walk up to the bars and ask him.

“Sure, if you want me to get out, you can tell me.” Damon opens the door and locks it.

I nod.

“I hope I don’t get out of control.” I say nervously.

“That’s why I’m here.” He crests my cheek.

“Thank you.” I say.

MIDNIGHT

I have this weird urge to do something bad, Damon notices me acting weird, he sits in front of me and tries to calm me down, which my body is hating the fact he’s doing that.

Damon notices something about my eyes, they’re yellow.

“Y/N/N, you’re a hybrid.” He makes me look at him.

“I’m a what?” I question.

“A hybrid, it’s what the originals are.” Damon says.

I feel my fangs grow, I don’t want to hurt Damon. Damon holds me down so I can’t even move what’s so ever. I heavy breath I felt calming down, Damon looks at me, I begin to kiss him, he kisses me back, I felt save with him even if I transform I feel safe around him.

He kisses my neck and I dig my fingernails in his neck and I hear him moan which made me chuckle. He looks at me, my eyes changes to normal, we look at the window, the moon is gone, I’m human again but still a vampire.

“Damon, thank you for helping me but can you help me with this some more if I do something wrong in the future?” I ask.

“Of course Y/N/N.” He puts a strand of hair away from my face.

I feel safe with him.

[hotdilfs11]

People We Met In Supermarkets pt 1- Damon x Reader

part 2 part 3

✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?

✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon

warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away

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As the sun slowly caresses the curtains, a new day appears. I was under the soft, cozy covers, taking in the beautiful, luminating sunshine as it softly touched my icy, cold skin. I started to stretch my limbs gently, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. I lifted myself up, slowly resting my arms on the cotton-white sheet. I looked over to my left to see someone on their back sleeping with no shirt on, and then I realized I was in Damon's bed. His back was toned and firm. He had porcelain-soft skin and raven-colored hair. The color of his hair was deep and intense. It looked very soft and rich the longer I looked at it. I started getting butterflies the longer I observed him. He looked so relaxed and peaceful as the sun bounced gracefully off his face. The gentle rhythm of his breath fell up and down as the sound of his heart beating calmed me. Damon and I aren’t dating; however, he is very flirty with me, and he treats me differently compared to everyone else. When I talk about him to Bonnie or Stefan, they look at me like I’m the crazy one because of how he acts around them, but I never saw that side of him. Damon is nice, loving, tenderhearted, and just an amazing guy for me in general. He reminded me of someone I used to know, but way better. Anyway, the reason I’m waking up beside him is because the night before, he asked me to come in here to talk and hang out. However, we both fell asleep beside each other at the dead of night.

While I was admiring Damon's handsome, sexy, and stunning features, I started to notice a devious smirk start to form on the corner of his mouth. 

“Will you stop staring at me? It's a bit creepy,” he says in a flirtatious yet sleepy voice. My lips curled upward, creating a soft, looming smile across my face as I heard those words spill out of his mouth. My stomach started to turn, and a subtle ruby tint started to form on my cheeks because hearing his voice in the morning is like hearing a sweet, comforting lullaby.

“Whatever are you talking about, Mr. Salvatore?” I say it with a charming yet witty, harsh British accent.

As those words came out of my mouth, his eyes started to flutter open, revealing his arctic blue cat-like eyes glaring at me. "Mmmhh," he mumbled.

I gave him a quick smirk as I jolted out of bed, touching the unheated, bitter floor of the Salvatore house. I stood up in a swift motion and started stretching my arms as a loud grunt escaped from my mouth. I was wearing a jet black tank top and navy blue soft pajama pants. I got out of bed and started walking towards the door. However, I felt a strong pair of eyes scan my body, and as I was turning around, Damon was already behind me, towering over me with a serious face.

“Isn't it too early for vamp powers?” I crossed my arms while I made eye contact with him.

He squinted his eyes at me, looking me up and down. “Where are you going?”

I rolled my eyes and let out a strong exhale. “School Damon gotta live a normal life once in a while."

"You’re one hundred and something years old and immortal, you can take a break and help me with this ritual stuff."

I turned my back on Damon and opened the door to his room, walking right out of it. “Didn’t I tell you I didn’t care about any of this?" I walked into my room and started to look through my dressers, trying to

find an outfit for today, however, I heard Damon's footsteps enter my room. He learned on the doorway and crossed his legs as well as his arms.

“But hear me out; you know nothing about this yet, and maybe you can be useful since..." He said it hesitantly.

I looked at him with an irritated look. “Since I’m a witch, you mean?” I crossed my arms and glared at him.

“I mean… Maybe just a little." Damon said. He was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t amused.

I peered away from him, “No Damon” I sternly said.

He held up his hands. "Fine, FINE, have it your way, little blue Jay, but I still have little Bennent.”  he teasingly stated.

I turned my head towards him and said, "Mmhh... Now let me get dressed and put on a shirt, please. No one wants to see that,” I said,turning away from him in a swift motion.

“I’m not sure about that,” he says in a cocky, playful tone.

“Leave Damon” 

Damon left, and I started getting ready for school. I’ve been through this numerous times, and it never gets old. I love living a normal life because, like all of us vampires, we were forced into this life because I know I was. When I was nineteen, I got jumped by a group of men, but one of them decided to brutally stab me. The vampires I was with at the time found me, brought me home, and gave me a life-changing decision. I either die on a table in front of my whole family or become a vampire and get cast away from my coven. I was scared of death and picked the only option. However, if I could go back on it, I would, but then again, there is something good about becoming a vampire, especially this kind of vampire. I’m a heretic, meaning I’m a vampire and a witch at the same time, meaning twice the manpower, but I still miss my family. There aren't that many Bennents anymore. The Bennents I know are Bonnie, Grams, and me. Ever since the mid-eighties, I haven't seen many Bennents, honestly. I’m just grateful for the rest of us.

Anyway, I walked downstairs and into the Salvatore living room, seeing Stefan reading and drinking coffee like an old, seventy-year-old man. I walked down the little steps and went behind the couch.

I say with a smile on my face, “Mornin’ Stefan!”

He looked behind him while I kissed him on the forehead as a greeting. I walked around the couch, plopping down on the firm cushion right next to him. He turned his head towards me in a swift motion as a soft, warm smirk started to stretch across his face.

"Hey, Jade,” he says quietly.

“Are you and Elena going to school today?” I curiously asked.

"Uh, no, today there's too much going on that we need to figure out; maybe you shouldn’t go either,” he said, concerned.

“Stefan I don’t know anything about whatever happened, and I don’t want to know."I demanded 

He started paying attention to his book again. "Yeah, I heard that whole speech upstairs."

I stood up quickly. "See, this is exactly why I don’t like nosey vampires.”

He closed his book and looked up at me. "Well, we would like your help and input on this, Jade. I know you don’t like to know about these things, but this is frustrating in a way."I heard footsteps approaching. “This is exactly what I said, but did she listen to me? No, she did not."

I sighed and thought about it for a second. "Fine, fine. Just tell me because I know you guys never fucking give up; however, only tell me what youre confused on.”

Damon smirked harshly. "Ok, Blue Jay. I’ll tell you what we are stuck on.”

I plopped back on the couch as Damon entered the living room. "Look, Elena stabbed this weird vampire in the heart with a stake, and he did die, but then he came back to life. This girl, Rose, said he’s one of the “originals,” he air-quoted.

I started to harshly frown at those words. I really hope it isn’t who I think it is.

"However, we don’t know if she's telling the truth or not."

I cut him off mid-sentence and anxiously said, "Yes, she’s right...I… I have to go.

The Salvatores frowned at me as I quickly ran out of the room.

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Damon overhearing that you find him attractive but later you say his personality is very playboy behavior, making him irritated.

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(NOT MY GIFS!)

(Damon Salvatore X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[bellarkeselection]

Can i request a Damon short were there at a holiday party and y/n just found out from stefan that damon broke up with elena and y/n asked why they brok up he tells her that he fell for y/n and realized that she was the one for him

Holiday Suprise

I quickly found Stefan at the bar in the boarding house of the Salvatore Brothers. I'm not even really sure why I came here tonight. It just upsets me having to watch the vampire I am in love with be completely in love with someone else. That girl being Elena Gilbert. Caroline and I always both felt that we were everyone's second choice over her. Walking up to the bar I downed a shot of wine ignoring the slight burn it gave me. "Woah Y/n, go easy there or you'll be dropping before soon." Stefan said coming to stand by my side holding a beer in his hands. "I can't watch your brother waltz in here with first choice Elena Gilbert. It just makes me sick and I end up getting my night reined." Throwing my arms out from my sides he raised a brow replying back. "You don't know do you, Y/n?"

"I don't know what Stefan. What are they getting engaged or something. Because I can't handle anymore of Damon and Elena." Whipping my head around I was getting more frustrated and I haven't even seen Damon yet. Stefan sat our drinks down on the table pointing his index finger seeing his brother standing by the top of the stairs watching everyone dancing on the floor. "They broke up, Y/n. He realized that he was actually in love with you. Now go to him and see if I'm wrong." Slumping my shoulders I slowly started walking up towards him seeing him drinking a bourbon from a glass. "Hey little princess. Are you enjoying the party. Blondie insisted we have a Christmas party so I spiked the punch with some alcohol. You know keep it interesting."

Glaring up at him I crossed my arms over my chest stomping up to be inches from him. "Stefan told me that you broke up with Elena because you're in love with me. Did you actually do it or is it just a tease?" He almost spit out his drink sitting the glass on the wall vamping up to me where our noses brushes against mine. "It wasn't to tease you Y/n. My baby brother wasn't lying that I have feelings for you. If I'm being honest with you I am completely falling in love with you." I blinked not knowing what to say before he cupped my face in his hands pressing his lips onto mine. Slowly trailing my hands up to his shoulders I gripped the fabric of his jacket kissing him back until I needed air smiling back. "Mistletoe works pretty well I suppose." I chuckled feeling Damon kiss me on my forehead staring up at the tiny tree hanging.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

@rosie-posie08 @elenavampire21

[loomiseater]

I will NEVER tolerate Elena Gilbert slander EVER!!

[damonsbitch]

I want you, nothing else, just ✨you✨

[lettyfanfics]

Fix me

Imagine: Imagina estares com depressão, tentando acabar com a tua vida quando és encontrada pelo Ian.

Avisos: Depressão, Tentativa de suicídio.

Famosos Masterlist

A dor é demasiada para suportar, qualquer palavra parece-me criticar…É um inferno. Mais uma vez fui humilhada e a minha melhor amiga nem conseguiu me defender, o coração aperta-se de tal maneira que a única solução que encontro para me sentir melhor é me esconder num buraco qualquer com uma lâmina na mão.

Hoje fui a um parque para poder desenhar a paisagem sem esperar que alguém me reconhece-se. Há alguns meses atrás foi-me diagnosticada uma depressão e desenhar é a única coisa que me mantem assente na terra, fazendo sentir calma, mas isso tudo tornou-se mais difícil quando decidi partilhar os meus desenhos com outros e o ódio começou a surgir.  

Sento-me na relva assim que me canso de correr e encontro um lugar onde me posso esconder de olhos alheios. Ali não passam muitas pessoas o que é perfeito para a minha escolha final e quando se apercebessem da minha presença já estaria morta. Passo lentamente a lâmina pelos meus pulsos vendo aquele liquido vermelho escorrer pelas minhas mãos. Encosto-me silenciosamente deixando algumas lágrimas caírem enquanto me lembro da primeira vez que havia tentado aquilo.

Alguém me socorreu e logo a seguir de me recuperar fui mandada pelo hospital para um psicólogo que me aconselhou um programa de voluntários que trabalhava com suicídios e traumas usando os animais como terapeutas.

Foi ai que conheci o Ian Somerhalder, o famoso Damon Salvatore da série The Vampire diaries e também dono da empresa ISF onde eu estava a fazer terapia. Contei-lhe a minha história e acabamos ficando amigos, mas agora eu nunca mais o ia ver.

Os meus olhos vão pesando e cada sentido vai ficando mais fraco, mas antes de perder-me por completo ouço um latido perto de mim e através da minha já turva visão vejo uma silhueta familiar antes de tudo ficar completamente negro.

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Sento-me a recuperar e a ser novamente puxada como se fosse acordar e finalmente os meus olhos abrem-se lentamente observando o ambiente ao meu redor deixando-me confusa com as paredes brancas e cheiro a esterilizado que apenas me lembra o hospital.  

Perdida nos meus pensamentos não me apercebo da pessoa que se aproxima de mim até estar bem perto de mim abraçando-me fortemente. Minutos depois essa pessoa separa-se de mim e reconheço logo o seu rosto. Os seus olhos estão húmidos e vermelhos, lágrimas frescas ainda lhe descem pelo rosto e o cabelo desnivelado indica falta de sono. Ignorando o ardor na minha garganta tento falar apavorada do que pode sair desta conversa.

- Ian, desculpa.- Digo tossindo.

- Sh! Toma, bebe isto.- Ele deu-me água levando o copo à minha boca.- Vai ficar tudo bem.

Após beber a água e esperar um pouco sem usar a minha voz, a minha garganta volta ao normal, mais ainda assim não tenho coragem de lhe falar. Eu deixo-me perder nos seus olhos, azuis como o oceano, e na maneira como segura na minha mão até conseguir falar.

- Porque me salvaste Ian, eu já não aguento mais viver. Eu não mereço viver.

- Para!- Ele quase grita comigo, mas mantem o controlo.- (T/N), não digas isso. A (T/N) que eu conheço merece viver sim, alias ela até merece mais.

- Mais?!- Pergunto curiosa e confusa.

- Sim, mais. Eu consegui-te uma audição para o “The Vampire diaries” e também mandei as demos que me deste das tuas canções e danças para uma editora que está interessada em te lançar.

- Tudo isso, porquê?!- Digo em voz baixa.

- Porque mereces e não são uns zé-ninguém cheios de inveja do teu talento que vão me fazer pensar de outra maneira.

- Obrigada Ian, por tudo.

- De nada. Apenas promete-me que não te magoas mais ou fazes mais alguma estupidez destas, ok?

- Prometido! Mas achas que vou conseguir fazer isso tudo?

- Sim acho e eu vou estar lá para te ajudar.

Eu assento silenciosamente, mais uma vez agradecendo e mostro-lhe o meu melhor sorriso. Olhamo-nos por uns minutos, mas de um momento para o outro deixo de ver os seus olhos azuis e sento algo macio se mover contra os meus lábios. Eu estou a ser beijada pelo Ian Somerhalder!

Antes que pudesse processar tudo o que está a acontecer, tudo acaba rapidamente tal como havia começado. O Ian afasta-se rapidamente da cama de hospital passando as mãos repetidamente pelo seu cabelo, visivelmente nervoso.

- Desculpa (T/N) e-eu n-não queria f-fazer isto, q-quer dizer, claro q-que queria, m-mas n-não sem o tem c-consentimento.- O Ian tentou explicar gaguejando nervosamente e corando.

- Tudo bem Ian.- Mostro-lhe um sorriso, mas ele permanece corado e sério.

- (T/N) eu amo-te! Eu não consigo imaginar um mundo sem ti. Eu fiquei tão assustado quando o médico disse que não sabia se ias acordar.

- Eu… Eu também te amo Ian. Era tão difícil esconde-lo quando estava ao teu lado que acabava por me enrolar toda com as palavras.

Ambos sorrimos aliviados por termos confessado e o Ian volta a se aproximar capturando os meus lábios em mais um dos seus doces beijos.

- Eu nunca mais quero te largar.- Ele diz uma vez que nos separamos.- (T/N) queres ser minha namorada?

- Claro que sim Ian!- Nós voltamos a nos beijar rapidamente.

- Eu vou chamar o médico.

- Quanto tempo é que fiquei em coma?

- Duas semanas e meia, eles queriam desligar as máquinas no final do mês se não acordasses.

- Hmm.- Olho-o nos olhos.- Eu não vou deixar-te nunca. Eu amo-te Ian.

- Também te amo (T/N).

Após esse dia cumpri com o prometido e nunca mais tentei algo parecido que pusesse por a minha vida em perigo. Eu fiz a audição acabando por conseguir o papel e vinguei com sucesso no mundo da musica, vivendo feliz com o Ian e ajudando na ISF sempre que podia.

Finalmente sentia-me feliz e o Ian havia me curado de todos os males que sofria dando-me uma família verdadeira com quem podia sempre contar.

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Bad Brother | Damon Salvatore

Summary: You're forced to spend the evening with Damon, your boyfriend Stefan's annoying older brother. He decides to corrupt you...

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, older brother AU, enemies to lovers

Word Count: <1k

“Baby sitting’s boring,” Damon said.

Damon was lying on the sofa with his head hanging over one arm.

He flipped through a magazine at lightning speed. “Taylor Swift broke up with her boyfriend, blah blah blah - all read. Let's go out now!”

“Stefan said we can't leave the house. It's too dangerous,” you said.

Suddenly, you felt your body fly through the air. Damon had carried you to the front door. You shivered. He was stronger than you thought.

“Put me down!” you said. He dropped you, hard.

“One drink?” Damon said, smirking down at you and rapping his fingers on the door.

“One drink, and you'll behave for the rest of the night?” you said.

Damon nodded, eyes wide and innocent.

You couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous expression. “Fine. One non-alcoholic drink. And not from a bar - from a supermarket.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Alright. You're more of a goody two-shoes than Stefan.”

At the supermarket, Damon walked straight to the soda aisle - and hid a can of cola in his jacket pocket.

“What the hell?” you hissed. “Put that back!”

You heart thumped. You'd had your share of fun in your life - but shoplifting was crossing a line.

Damon walked right to the door, adding an infuriating little salsa to his step.

“Quiet, Y/n,” he whispered. “You're acting suspicious.”

You wanted to punch him in the face, but you had to follow him. As the doors opened, you started to feel light-headed. You were getting away with it!

Just then, someone yelled, “Hey. I saw that!”

All of a sudden, he put an arm around your shoulder, and said, “Mia moglie è malata, questa bevanda è per lei.”

The manager was striding towards you and Damon. You glared at Damon, so angry you could barely breathe.

To your surprise, Damon muttered, “Can you run any slower?”, before grabbing you in one arm and carrying you the rest of the way.

It had to be Italian. The only things you could understand in his next sentence was “no English” repeated loudly by Damon, while he steered the two of you out.

Finally, the woman gave up and you sprinted towards the car.

As you drove home, you felt a thousand emotions. You wanted to be angry at Damon, but you couldn't. All you felt was exhilaration.

“You are just so - ugh - I can't even with you!” you said to Damon, as you walked back to the house.

Damon smirked and held out two cans of coke. “I swiped one for you too,” he said. “Cherry. Your favourite.” He winked. "Will you pop it, or shall I?"

You hesitated, then cracked open the can. It was fizzy and delicious.

“Why didn't you just… compel the woman at the store? Why bother with the ‘no English’ act?” you asked.

Damon shrugged. “Because it's fun, Y/n. Obviously.”

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the vampire diaries really thrived on the the show's concept/premise and striking gold with an insanely talented cast (particularly nina, ian + paul) because the writing was as sloppy as hell and the cast could have done so much more with better writers who actually bothered to plan ahead, like it actually hurts me to think about it.