#tvd delena

[elenairl]

nian icons <3

like if u using it !!!!

[imsotiredokay]

I feel like elena like fr rn...

[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?

[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

[blackthornluce]

The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017).

[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.

[daemonsrhaenyras]

I'm curious...

As always, please reblog to spread.

[dailyflicks]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | 3.19

[ebster777]

Why would I rewatch TVD when the Tumblr and Fan Fiction girlies write better plots?

[urdreamygirl]

You wake up as a vampire in mystic falls 2009

[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]

Daddy | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Your husband Damon is the hottest DILF in town... It gets him into some sticky situations.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive, daddy!Damon

Word Count: <1k

“OMG. Total DILF,” one girl whispered.

“I heard he sells cars. I could ride him into tomorrow.”

“I wish he was my daddy!”

Everyone in the class laughed.

You strode over to the window. What jerk-ass dad was distracting your students?

Oh no.

It was your husband, Damon.

He was pushing a pram - surrounded by gushing high school girls. With his wild black hair, and forearms straining out of his shirt, he was no regular dad. And you hated it. That’s why it was a total secret that he was your husband.

“See how tiny she is?” He cooed, lifting your baby girl, Sokhi. “She fits in my arm if I hold her like this.”

“You have great arms,” one girl said. Everyone sighed.

“Shh…” Damon said, his eyelids fluttering. “Quiet, or you'll wake her.”

One girl fainted. You rolled your eyes.

“Stop bothering the nice man!” you said, giving Damon a this isn’t funny look.

The class troublemakers, Raya and Lauren, grabbed Damon’s arms. “Stop getting in the way, Miss L/n!” they said.

“Yeah, Miss L/n,” Damon said, smirking. “Stop getting in the way.”

“Doesn’t Mr Salvatore have an appointment to get to?” you said.

Damon sighed, stretching his arms over the girls’ shoulders. “Nope… I got nothing but time.”

“You better get going,” you said through gritted teeth. “You might get in big trouble.”

“Hey, girls!” Damon called, hands on his knees. “Who wants to hear about the time I slept with the whole cheerleading squad?”

Everyone cheered. Your mouth fell open.

“Oh yeah,” Damon said, winking. “See, the cheerleaders loved us football players. The best part was, they were really flexible-”

“I'm flexible, Damon,” one girl said, stroking his bicep.

“Okay! Enough!” you said, clapping your hands. “Get back to lessons, or I’m putting you all in detention!”

You walked away, unable to even look at your husband.

At the end of the day, Damon walked into your classroom, holding Sokhi.

“Wanna hold her?” he whispered.

“No, Damon,” you said, stabbing a full stop on your paper. “I asked you to pick me up at the end of the day. Quietly.”

“I know,” Damon said, going cross-eyed at Sokhi. “I thought it would be fun if I came early.”

“Well, it wasn't fun,” you said, sitting on top of your table, arms crossed. “The girls were distracted all afternoon. They couldn’t get anything done.”

“Well, who can blame ‘em,” Damon said, smirking.

“You’re picking up teenage girls now? Classy,” you said.

Damon put the baby down and swaggered over to you. Embarrassingly, your heart picked up.

He twirled a loose strand of your hair. “Why? You jealous?”

“No, Damon,” you said. “I’m not jealous. I just hate playing bad cop all the time.”

Damon’s mouth turned down. “Look, Y/n. I’m not just Mr Sock Puppet. I’m not the Tickle Monster! I’m Damon frickin’ Salvatore.”

“I get it,” you said. “You’re a stud. Women love you.”

“It’s not that.” He sat on the desk, twisting his ring. “I love being married to you. I love our life. This old dad just… likes to imagine that he’s a bad boy again. That he’s sexy.”

You smiled, running your hands over his broad shoulders. “That's what this is about? Damon…” you whispered, “you're sexy. It's taking all my willpower not to rip off your clothes right here.”

“Do it,” Damon said, his eyes wide.

Your breaths were shaky. “Damon… that’s crazy.”

He quirked his eyebrow, his large hands running up your back. “I don’t care. You see, I like being a little naughty.”

“Oh really?” you said, looking at his lips. “Then, you’re in for a big punishment.”

“Oh Miss L/n,” he murmured, against your neck. “Please don’t be too harsh.”

You grabbed Damon’s collar, about to say something extremely inappropriate. Then, you remembered where you were.

You jumped away from Damon, smoothing down your shirt.

You shook your head. “See how hot you are, Damon? We’re at school, in broad daylight - and I still can’t keep my hands off you.”

Damon gave you an evil grin.

Later, you were walking back to the car park, pushing Sokhi in her pram. Damon’s arm possessively squeezed your waist.

“I lied. I was jealous earlier,” you said. “Have you seen teenage girls nowadays? They have clean-girl makeup! And push-up bras!”

“Really?” Damon said. “With that bod’? You have nothing to be jealous of.” He turned around and started yelling. “MY WIFE HAS THE TIGHTEST ASS IN THIS DAMN-”

You clapped a hand to his mouth, laughing. “This is a school!”

“So what?” Damon said, his eyes flashing. “Let’s teach these kids something useful for once.”

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